#...I just realized that this doesn't have any pic before the cut but... no I don't think I wanna try and draw smth for it now

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros twodros

part one: taedros taedros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 1.9k reader: femme afab (maybe just afab idk again lemme know if you think it needs/doesn't need a femme label and i didn't use any pronouns so?? but i'm playing it safe just in case) SPECIFIC WARNINGS BELOW CUT ~ MINORS DNI MATURE SMUT!! summary: after weeks of loserbestfriend!taerae eating you out and seemingly wanting nothing in return, you finally find out the reason and offer to repay his original favor... okay. i did it. don't say i never did anything for you. don't spend it all in one place. 💀 also yes i ai enhanced that pic but i had no choice. he's so lame i love him. y'all like the title? twodros. okay bye.

EXPLICIT SMUT BELOW CUT-- MINORS DNI!!

specific warnings: oral f & m receiving, p in v (riding), subbyyyyy taerae want to make that clear but also switch taerae, switch reader, cum play, virgin taerae oops, pet names, taerae's red sweatpants, calling taerae's pussy eating obsession an "addiction", literally no mention of condoms or bc idk you know that's not always a good idea in real life but also i'm not a safe sex authority do whatever you want babe just think about it first :)

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pressing light, teasing kisses to your clit, taerae chuckles at the frustrated sounds you’re making for him. his being so annoyingly cute even when eating you out isn’t helping. god, you’re dying to get your hands on him.

you don’t know when you started feeling this way about your best friend, but in the last three weeks something had undoubtedly changed. what started out as a pitch for taerae to tame your curiosity had since seemingly turned into a game of how many times during your weekly “movie night” he could make you cum before you passed out.

spoiler alert: it was a lot. taerae ate you out so much, in fact, that you were actually starting to worry…

was taerae addicted to eating pussy? had you been unknowingly enabling his pussy addiction? were you going to have to stage an anti-pussy intervention?

help check him into pussy rehab?

“fuuuck,” you whine, fingers threading through taerae’s hair as the sudden feeling of his tongue fucking into you breaks your train of thought. you’d already cum twice but taerae has caused you to become so greedy.

even if taerae had some sort of problem… who were you to complain when you were reaping all the benefits of it?

a moan from taerae brings your attention back to him and you notice he’s already begun humping the bed just a few minutes in. the past two weeks, he’d become less and less able to hold himself back; rutting into his mattress while you came on his tongue for hours. 

you’d seen taerae like this last week and gently pulled him up to you by his shirt collar; salivating when you saw how hard he was in his joggers. your fingers hooked over his waistband as you looked up at him tentatively. you expected him to eagerly agree, but instead he’d just shook his head and returned his lips to your swollen cunt.

watching as taerae moans into you at both your sweetness and the friction on his clothed cock, you realize just how desperate you are to make him feel as good as he had been making you feel.

“taerae,” you say but he doesn’t hear you, eyes closed as his tongue laps at your folds. you tug his hair a bit harder to get his attention, repeating, “taerae?”

his eyes flutter open as he looks up at you--  pulling back from your pussy reluctantly. he runs the back of his hand across his chin, wiping some of your juices from his mouth. “what’s wrong, baby? everything okay?”

you shake your head. “tae...”

“what, baby?” he asks, pushing up on his hands and sitting up to dote on you. he places a hand on each of your knees, pressing kisses to the inside of each leg. “tapping out already? i know you can give me more.”

“tae, i--,” you whine at his words; sitting up a bit on your elbows. eyes falling to the crotch of taerae’s ugly red sweatpants he'd had since high school, the small wet spot you find sends a fresh wave of need to your core. “want you. want you so bad.”

“y--... you do?” he asks in utter disbelief. he blinks at you nervously; swallowing hard as he averts your gaze. “are you sure? ‘cause i can just keep doing this if you want--”

“do you really not want to fuck me or something?” you interrupt, pouting at your best friend. “you’re so hard you’re soaking through your pants, so i just thought that maybe you’d want to. but you absolutely don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“fuck, i want to,” he says softly, squeezing your knees as his eyes find yours again. “but...”

“tae,” you coo worriedly, finally closing your legs and climbing over to him. “is something wrong? is all of this too weird? maybe we shouldn’t have done any of this...”

“no, no, no! i like this,” taerae pleads, shaking his head quickly. he presses his lips together for a moment, clearly unsure of whether or not to say his next thought. “i--... i don’t wanna fuck this up.”

your brow furrows at the sentiment. “you’re not gonna fuck it up, tae.”

“i am,” he says, scrunching his nose up. “because... um. well. remember when i said i ‘wasn’t a virgin’?”

“OH MY GOD, I KNEW IT!” you shout; much to the horror of taerae. you take his face in your hands, squishing it up cutely. “why didn’t you tell me, you absolutely adorable little virgin loser?”

“i thought you’d make fun of me,” he huffs through the pout your hands are squishing his lips into. you unsquish his face; pushing his floppy hair back out of his eyes sweetly.

“you’re really fucking good at eating pussy, tae,” you compliment; his cheeks tinging red. “you had me fooled... is that the only thing you’ve done?”

he nods shyly. 

“well look at us,” you say with a laugh, poking at his dimples. “no guys would eat me out and all girls will let you do is eat them out.”

he sighs; blinking quickly through his embarrassment. 

“well i guess we can be done for tonight, if you want,” you say, starting to climb off of his bed when a hand around your wrist pulls you back. you look at him, the expression on his face telling you he’s as “curious” as you were a couple weeks ago.

“or i can help you out,” you suggest and from the way his cock twitches in his pants, you know he was hoping you’d say that. “if you wanna... see what it’s like?”

“mm. wanna see,” he evhoes softly and you’re surprised by how much cuteness is radiating off of him right now. you’re on top of him in seconds, finally kissing him for what you realize is the first time. his lips are so soft and responsive and when he whimpers into your mouth, you tug his shirt up and over his head and push him gently to the mattress; his head resting on his pillow as he looks up at you through lidded eyes.

situating yourself between taerae’s legs, you pull at the waistband of his stupid red sweatpants and he helps you remove them. his bulge is straining against his black boxer briefs and you begin to palm him through them to help relieve some tension. as soon as he feels the slight pressure, he bucks his hips into your hand-- whining for more.

“do you want something, baby?” you ask, squeezing a bit firmer. he nods frantically, placing his hand over yours to keep you there. you squeeze a bit too hard now and taerae seethes at the pain. “don’t get demanding. you’ll take what i give you.”

he nods again, eyes wide with understanding. “m’sorry. m’so--... oh my god.”

pulling taerae’s boxers off his hips and down his legs, you sink down onto your stomach-- both of your hands wrapping around the base of his cock as you lick a long stripe from the shaft to the tip.

his dick is pretty— even prettier in your hands and you’re dying to put it in your mouth. sticking out your tongue teasingly, you tap him against it and the whimpers that fall out of taerae make you feel a bit dizzy with power.

after playing around a bit more with the head of his cock, you take his length in your mouth— pressing down on taerae’s hips to keep him from bucking down your throat by accident. 

tapping the back of your throat lightly, the sound that he makes is both deliciously obscene and concerning. you really don’t want him to cum before you get to feel that pretty cock stretching your walls.

you pull off of him and the bratty whine from the loss of contact that escapes him only inflates your ego. “if you cum down my throat, you’re not gonna get to fuck me. is that what you want?”

taerae whines again, his hand finding the back of your head and gently trying to push you back down on him. you know he’s not actually being forceful— he just wants you to react.

as you smack his right thigh hard, the mesmerized look in taerae’s eyes is thrilling.

“let me take care of you, okay?” you soothe, sucking his cock sloppily in between words. “you’ve been so sweet to me, baby. wanna make you feel good.”

taerae nods with a whimper as you straddle him; grabbing the base of his cock to position under your entrance. as he feels you sink down onto him, all he can cry is, “oh my g— oh fuuuck."

“fuuuck,” you echo in aas your walls slowly mold to taerae’s size. 

“please, please,” he moans; clearly already out of his mind. “n-need you s-so bad.”

“you’ve got me, baby,” you soothe, a hand gripping at either side of his chest. “how does it feel?”

“pussy so warm,” he cries, a hand finding each of your hips and holding them tightly. “so wet, too. oh my god it’s amazing.”

you wish all the guys you’d been with had talked to you like this. the way taerae basically worshipped your pussy was intoxicating.

“baby,” you whine— starting to fuck yourself on his cock. you watch as taerae’s eyes roll back in absolute bliss.

it’s only a few minutes before his nails are digging into the skin at your hips as he warns, “fuck, i can’t. m’sorry i can’t— gonna cum, g'nna—.”

“you can cum, baby,” you allow, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. he keeps you there for a moment, kissing you and moaning into your mouth until you pull back. “want you to cum.”

“fuck, i--. fuck, m’cumming,” he cries; hips bucking into you as he reaches his high. as he slowly comes down, he’s unintelligibly babbling, “pussy s’good, honey— wanna live in it oh my god s’perfect i could die…”

“ssssh, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, pressing kisses up his chest. “you did so good.”

“mmm,” he mewls, covering his face with his hands as his cheeks flush pink. 

“you’re gonna wanna see this, tae,” you reach up and remove his hands from over his eyes, letting one fall to his chest and pulling the other towards you. lifting up off of him, taerae hisses at the loss of warmth as his cock falls to his stomach-- still leaking slightly from the tip. 

“holy fuck,” he moans-- the sound turning to a light, disbelieving laugh as he watches both of your juices start to drip out of you and onto his balls. you bring his fingers to your core; coating his middle and ring fingers in the mixture and bringing them to your lips. you pop them in your mouth, sucking them clean as you see taerae’s cock twitch at the sight. “you’re so fucking hot-- i can’t take it.”

taerae sticks his fingers back in your entrance; this time bringing the liquid to his own lips. he pops his fingers in his mouth, exhaling with satisfaction at the taste. taking you by the waist suddenly and flipping you onto your back, he folds your legs to your chest-- granting himself full access to your pussy. he looks at you; the hungriest you’ve seen him yet as his focus returns to your messy, throbbing cunt. you whimper as taerae husks, “gonna clean you up.”

so what if he's addicted?, you think as he dives in again.

so are you.

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[blues-of-randomness]

could you do more headcanons for the Smiling critters please

(Maybe when they’re Sad )

Good suggestion and yes I can.

Cw for self harm and involuntary age regression

Catnap - When Catnap gets really sad he retreats to his home and hides there for who knows how long, it could be days or even months before he comes out again. All the curtains drawn, not a single like in the house, if you're hoping for Catnap to eat or drink during this time peroid, other than a cup of juice or two...it's very wishful thinking. he'll most likely just be laying around on the floor or on the furniture. This is also when involuntary agere sets in, during this time he just feels so small and even simple tasks are two scary or frustrating for him (like brushing his teeth or even turning on the lights). During this time he might just were a bathrobe or his pajamas for some form of comfort. He'll hug himself and squeeze his arms very tightly, most of the time his claws are out when he does this so it leads to him cutting himself frequently. I have a feeling he might also wear dresses as a comfort.

Dogday - Remember that MLP episode where Pinkie pie lost her color cause she thought her friends didn't like her anymore? Yeah that's basically Dogday when he gets sad, any bright colors drain from his fur and his smile fades from his face. In my Dogday headcanons I mentioned that his fur feel like a warm mini sun, well when he's sad his fur becomes frigid cold. Unlike Catnap though Dogday still spends time outside, looking for anything that could cheer him up as quick as possible. He still has a hard time talking about what made him upset but he'll try. if what made him said was say him disappointing his friends he'll have a lot of self depricating thoughts (specfically about falling them in some way). he's not nearly as self destructive as Catnap is though, he still takes care of himself. I'll be honest though I could see Dogday having a tea party with stuffed animals when he's sad.

When Kickin gets sad he just gets angry. Like any kind of sorrowful feeling will vented through aggression before the tears eventually come. You can't tell me that Kickin hasn't gotten super overwhelmed thrown himself to the ground and started having a tantrum like a little baby. Kicken grew up with a father with very toxic views on how men should behave so he's not very comfortable crying in front of anybody. The only one who's seen him cry is Bubba, Bubba is reall the only one he's go two if he's sad. he might all himself stupid or an idiot depending on what he's crying about. He also has a teddy bear that he talks to when he's upset.

Bubba is a man who doesn't were his emotions on his sleeves per say as he always tries to keep his cool. You wouldn't even realize he's upset unless he get's really upset. Like Kickin, his sadness comes out as anger, he does cry but not often and not in front of his friends. Bubba would probably be the type to just pick of book or try to do some brain puzzles in order to take his mind of what he's upset about, if that doesn't work he tries to solve the problem on his own.

Hoppy is another critter who i imagine can get very aggressive when she's sad. Her first instinct is just to walk away, blow off the steam and come back when she's ready. She might yell or hop and down depending on how frustrated she is but she would take a deep breath and say "I need to go for a walk" or something like that. She prefers to do this alone but she wouldn't say no if you offered to walk with her and talk about it. It actually means a lot to her that you'd wanna help her.

Picky's ultimate coping mechanism is food though contrary to when she's stressed and stress eats, i feel like when she's sad she makes treats for everyone else. Since she already makes an unholy amount of food for everyone, espically when their doing an activity or going on a trip this just seems like her normal behavoir. Other than baking she might do something calming like apple/berry/flower picking. A nice picnic is also a good way to calm down.

What does any Artist do when they are upset or down in the dumps? Dump every single raw emotion on anything that doesn't move. Craftycorn has had her far share of vent pieces, some she's actually proud of, some that are just nonsensial scribbles soaked in tears. The only vent pieces her friends have seen are the ones that look cute and don't have any concerning elements to it. All the others go straight into the fire, those are not for the critter eye to see. Music, blankets and toys also help.

Bobby is a very emotional person, when she gets really upset it is instant tears or instant bawling. It's real easy to calm her down though, give her a hug, a flower, take her somewhere safe, play a game with her, and voila! If you couldn't tell she does not like being alone when she's upset, She'll cling to the closest person until she isn't upset anymore. If she's bawling she'll be begging you for a hug, she won't make yu hug you if you're uncomfortable with that though.

#headcanons #poppy playtime #smiling critters poppy playtime #smiling critters #bubba bubbaphant #catnap #kickinchicken #dogday #bobby bearhug #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn #picky piggy

[ronearoundblindly]

a jimmy for you 😌🤲🏻💕

Alrighty, I get that I have not posted any real story for Common Education but this pic is giving me vibes. Warnings for zero editing and GOOD CHRIST sexual tension. WC ??? It's not long.

Sad Sack, a Common Education headcanon/thing/idk

So imagine you're older-student-Jimmy Dobyne's history professor and you've had a few instances of realizing that he is not at all like your typical student based on his background. He knows hard labor. He knows early mornings and long days. He does not know partying or really getting out of the comfort zone of similar-minded people. Jimmy's roommate, Steve Rogers, being an artsy nerd is a bit of a stretch as is.

Imagine that the first big paper was due last week in your class, and Jimmy did...okay.

He's good at memorization, like a lot of college freshmen, but he's not been asked to analyze very much. His paper didn't give any insight or opinion, and you critiqued it as nicely as possible because you are rooting for Jimmy (probably more than you should). You want this young man to succeed.

Jimmy does not take it well.

You don't see him two classes in a row which means he's now missed a week. Yes, you videotape lectures for kids like Steve Rogers who have reason to not come into class frequently. Yes, Jimmy hasn't missed any assignments at all and his grade average is perfectly fine.

You're still worried.

So you spend more time than normal at that little bakery you first met him at, arriving a little earlier, staying until the last second before you have to get to your classroom. No Jimmy.

Finally, you brave asking Noah, one of the bakery employees, if he's seen Jimmy around.

Noah looks very confused.

"Yeah," he scoffs, "I love that guy. I haven't had back pain all week."

When you return an equally bewildered stare, Noah points toward the back.

"He's right out there."

You crane your head over the counter and lower your voice. "May I?" You point through the building. "Do you mind?"

You think perhaps...well, you don't know what to think as Noah leads you carefully through the kitchen and to the alleyway beyond.

Sure enough, there's Jimmy, hauling enormous sacks of flour off the back of a truck and just shooting the shit with the delivery men all taking a smoke break whilst your student does their jobs for them.

You don't mean to, but you hiss his name like a disappointed mother.

"What are you doing?" As the other workers around seem more interested in what such a professional, pristine lady is doing out on their loading bay, you step closer to continue asking, "Why haven't you come to class?"

Does he need the money? You thought he had enough of a scholarship to cover living expenses. It's not as if the man still donning his farm shirts and stained henley is a big spender.

He ignores you until tossing the flour onto a dolly Noah then rolls inside.

"Look, Teach--" Jimmy takes off his trademark hat to wring in his hands, calling out to the workers by the truck "--one sec, boys."

He juts his head out to lead you deeper into the alley, then crosses when he realizes that's near the dumpster.

"I'm not..." Jimmy pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, tapping one out and putting it between his lips. He doesn't light it. "I don't think I'm cut out for this. I don't know why I came here."

"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye.

Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in.

"No, ma'am."

You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket.

"Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."

His concern warms you inside, hitting lower than that heat of appreciation should.

You sigh, trying not to allow your smile to read as dismissive.

"You are not stupid, Jimmy. You proved that long before you walked into my class. You're skilled and curious. You work hard. You could never fail that way. You could certainly never--" you clear your throat "--fail me."

He looks everywhere else but at you, shyly adjusting the brim of his hat again.

"You're just saying that."

No, in fact, you shouldn't be saying that. You shouldn't be having any hushed conversation in a back alley with one of your students, but you can't stand the thought of Jimmy giving up. He deserves this. He deserves options and a way to elevate himself. He deserves to choose his own path beyond the plot of farm he's only known.

"Come back to class," you beg, chancing to reach out and grasp the arm--that thick, veiny, strong forearm--which fiddles with a cigarette like a silver dollar dancing between his fingers. You could be hypnotized by those hands, how they move, what they can do. "Please."

He flexes in your hold.

"You want me?"

His deep voice should not spark the high jump your heart does.

"I want you there," you allow, swallowing the lump in your throat.

For whatever reason, you can't for the life of you let go of Jimmy's arm, and your gaze raises. Your apologetic eyes are met with something infinitely more dangerous--confident, clear blue ones.

"Can't let you down then, can I?"

You're trapped, helpless, at the complete mercy of a gentleman you almost wish were naughty.

"So," you whisper, "I'll see you Tuesday?"

"You'll see me whenever you want, Teach."

Oh damn.

You release his arm finally, the breath you had no clue you were holding gusting out like a tidal wave.

"I'm taking this," you say, plucking the smoke from his hand. "It's a nasty habit. You should quit."

But you don't throw it on the ground or dispose of it in the dumpster, no. You're going to need this cigarette after you forcefully release the freight train of tension that just drove its way into your core.

Just as you turn, Jimmy lands an equally incendiary response.

"Yes, ma'am. I can do that for you."

Y'ALL I AM NOT OKAY. WHY. WHY HE END UP SO FUCKING HOTT? HOW???

My god, no wonder I haven't been able to write more than drabbles of these two--I'D FAINT. immediately. D.E.D. Ded.

Anyway, tagging interested parties is beyond my brainpower at the moment, so maybe in reblogs later. Fuk. I need a cold shower.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #common education #jimmy dobyne fanfiction #jimmy dobyne x reader #jimmy dobyne x you #professor!reader #jimmy dobyne modern au #modern au #teacher!reader

[glowingbadger]

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HOT OCS

A few of you beautiful people gave me permission to talk about my OCs for a bit (not that I need it but it's nice to have), and for that, there shall be consequences. I wanna show y'all a few of my beauties, tell you about them, and brag about how hot they are and all the thoughts I have about their sex lives lmao (also featuring, btw, a major DnD npc who is.... VERY inspired by Seteth lmao though his story definitely ended up going its own way from that starting point)

**Also note because I know a couple IRL friends of mine follow this blog- if you play any tabletops with me, don't you fucking dare read this I will be SO mad because there will be spoilers I'm being so serious rn lol

((Also if you don't care that much about my OCs (fair lol I get that's not what most of y'all are here for) but just wanna see some of my art maybe, feel free to just scroll through and look at four hot anime people looooool))

First, we've got Rhys Ledger! (Cyberpunk Red ttrpg) Full art here

Rhys was born with severe chronic illness and a desperately poor family. Because of this, every issue and flair up got pushed off until it absolutely HAD to be addressed by a medical professional- and this lead to both of his arms and one eye eventually becoming infected to the point of requiring the cheapest and crappiest cybernetic replacements on the market- and even these still pushed his family into horrific debt. To get the debt collectors away from his mother, he staged a big interpersonal blow-up with her, ran away, faked his death, and started sending money to the debtors anonymously on her behalf, so that he could make the payments while separating himself from his mother so she wouldn't feel compelled to try to find and help him anymore.

So basically, he's cut off his entire family, in his mind for their own good. He's in crippling and seemingly insurmountable medical debt. Plus, his cybernetic eye and arms are cheap and shitty and keep breaking- his eye even plays ads at regular intervals, and you can imagine how maddening that is. All he had to rely on was the beginnings of a medical education received from Dr. Banting, a man who provided routine checkups at minimal cost to him as a child in addition to periodically tutoring him. So he leveraged that to test into a medical education program that would basically fast-track him into indentured servitude to a major corporate medical cybernetics company. And on the side, he takes odd jobs for extra cash- which is how he ran into the rest of our tabletop party.

He's a deeply, deeply empathetic and caring person deep down, who's just been beaten down by the trials of life and grown cynical and sarcastic as a result. Unlike most quality cybernetics, his hands completely lack a nervous suite, so he has no sense of touch there, and he secretly misses that sensation desperately. All of these factors contribute to him having been in a multi-year dry spell, sexually (he's had a tendency to pull away from romantic relationships before they got more than skin-deep), and at this point he'd likely faint if confronted with a naked boob. He's incredibly touch-sensitive, and while he probably doesn't even realize it, deep down he absolutely yearns to be touched gently and intimately by someone who actually values his falling-apart body. Rhys probably needs someone who's very vocally encouraging during sex, and who will communicate clearly what they want and what they like; with that sort of person, he'd be the ultimate service-whatever. Top, bottom, all that matters is that he's doing a good job and pleasing his partner, he's not capable of taking someone for granted once they've shown they truly appreciate and desire him.

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Next we have Shaeleigh Sommers (unofficial Pokemon tabletop; also a cyberpunk setting) Full art here (also some spicier pics of her here and here)

Shaeleigh, or Shae, is from a Cyberpunk Pokemon tabletop that my husband has been running for three years now with friends, so she predates Rhys, but in retrospect she's like... a perfect foil for him lol

Shae was born to a fairly well-off family with a corporate, ladder-climbing father and a trophy-wife mother (she has respect for the former and very little regard for the latter). Her older brother is following their father's footsteps, while Shae pursued... basically Pokemon veterinary studies lol. After college, she worked for a Pokemon shelter for unwanted and retired Pokemon, but it was shut down for taking on more cases than they were supposed to (not wanting to turn away any Pokemon in need), and as a result, Shae's dream is to gain the money, experience, clout and sponsors to open her own private shelter. She has an enormous soft-spot for lesser-loved Pokemon, and has no interest in the "popular picks" who will have no trouble finding a trainer to take care of them. She's somewhat naive, though she's learned a lot on her adventures, and she has a good heart despite being a bit spoiled.

Shaeleigh is also desperately in love/lust with the professor overseeing her and her allies on their journey, Professor Shoot. He's a young Professor, still technically the equivalent of an "adjunct," and Shae and her buddies are his first group of assigned trainers. Shae was immediately attracted to him physically, and overtime this has slowly developed into a deep, deep crush and potentially even love. He's gentle and kind in a way that's extremely rare in the dystopian cyberpunk future, and while he insists that, as a professor he's less a man and more a cog in a machine, Shae sees a warm and beautiful humanity in him that she clings to, as it represents her desire not to lose herself or her values despite how hard her battles may become. Also he plays piano, so like, those hands... hnnng.

Anyway, I've always viewed Shae as someone who has had a lot of flings and passing relationships, but nothing very serious. Lately, she's been hooking up with a gang leader (really closer to a warlord) from the wild, untamed underground of the city, but while she does respect him and admire his free way of life, she's truly only seeking him out as solace while she can't have her beloved Professor. With a few more badges under her belt though, she'll be considered to have a level of authority within the Pokemon League that may finally allow her to openly pursue Professor Shoot... fingers crossed for my girl lmao. In the meantime, she insists that she wants him to make the first decisive move, and they live in a surveillance state, so her desired Professor-romance has been an AGONIZING slow-burn thus far. Sexually, I think she's a bit vanilla, but very warm and encouraging, even if she doesn't care that much about the guy she's with. With someone she does care about, she's relentlessly devoted to their mutual pleasure, with incredible stamina and focus, all towards the goal of expressing even a fraction of what she feels in her heart.

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Okay guys, I hope you're ready because I have SO much to say about Saul (NPC, DnD 5e) Full art here

Guys. The way my brain has been soaking in the essence of this character for like two years. And I have no outlet for this because there's SO much about him that my players in this campaign don't know about him yet. (btw this is a follow up warning to my players in my dnd campaign that I will be so, so mad if you keep reading after this point lmao)

OKAY so. On the surface, Saul is a stern but reasonable man who acts as head steward of the Temple of the Allfaith, a place where every deity in the pantheon is given due worship and respect. The philosophy behind this is that reality is formed through the interactions of countless contradictory forces, and by giving regard to all deities of all domains, we assure that each is mollified. This also makes it a place welcoming to all kinds of people from all walks of life- for the most part. Saul is, as one can imagine in such a chaotic environment, kept enormously busy at all times with paperwork, supply forms, requests, ceremonies, festivals, and all of the various needs and conflicts that arise among the clerics, priests, and so on.

Now, in truth, Saul is a Cambion- the offspring of an Incubus and his victim, who was eventually consumed by the demon who sired her child. While the Incubus moved on to terrorize some other locale, Saul was left in the small hamlet where he was born, and it was only out of regard for his late mother that the people here bothered to care enough for him to keep him alive. With time, though, their natural fear and resentment for the literal hellspawn they'd been saddled with caused constant and open mistreatment, and he was only offered the food, water and shelter he needed to survive, and absolutely no more. All the while, even as a child he potently felt the hatred evident in their eyes when he dared show himself in public.

Now, Cambions are functionally immortal, but they do age at a more or less "normal" rate until they reach maturity. When Saul reached his early teens, another young girl from the village asked to meet with him in a secluded grove beyond the town limits. When he arrived, he was cautious and on-edge, believing this to be some plot or ambush for the townspeople to finally do him in, so when the girl came to see him and made a sudden move towards him, he lashed out. His inherent fire magic abilities sparked out at her, and he killed her in an instant without ever consciously understanding his own actions. What he'll only find out through magical means later in the campaign, is that this young girl actually had grown affectionate towards him, and had hoped to confess her feelings to him that day.

After this, he fled the village and subsisted in the wild for some time, until he was of-age. During this period, he learned to harness his innate magic to disguise himself as a half-elf, but he also learned to hate and resent the people of this world. He grew to believe that they were all as cruel and corrupt as he himself was, and to prove it, he spent the following few years essentially fighting and fucking his way from town to town. Rumors of a demon of vengeance were whispered among the towns dotting the countryside, and in Saul's eyes, any who showed the slightest moral weakness was subject to his personal brand of judgement. A shady business might be burned to the ground overnight, the corrupt mayor (and potentially his wife) might suddenly become swept into a quite public and humiliating affair, the cleric skimming donation money from the congregation might be hung from a nearby tree. His reputation in the region became so fearful that a band of Paladins was sent to exorcise this demon and free the people from him.

It was then, bloodied and beaten near to death, that Saul dragged himself to the doors of the Temple of the Allfaith, where an older man named Erasmus took him in without question. Erasmus was the founder and master of the temple, and he nursed Saul back to health with his own hands, no questions asked. He took Saul in for the following years, and while he was a difficult and petulant guest at first, eventually Erasmus' open and earnest care broke through to what semblance of a soul he still possessed. The unconditional love of a father-figure gave Saul not a second chance, but the first chance he'd ever had, and over time it transformed him completely. While he remained as serious and stubborn as ever, Erasmus never gave up on Saul, and with his nurturing mentorship, he became a deeply empathetic man, and learned to open his heart and view others as worthy of kindness and compassion.

At the time of the campaign, Master Erasmus has long passed, and Saul has been the Steward to the Allfaith Temple for decades. He's known to be highly competent, deadly serious, and relentlessly stubborn, but ultimately kind. His life now is one that he lives in a constant state of repentance. He hopes that, by serving a temple to all of the gods, some day one of them may open their arms to him despite his hellish nature, and offer him the salvation he so desperately craves. The tragedy of it all is that, in all likelihood, several of the gods would now welcome him as-is in light of his life of dedicated service to others at the temple, but Saul himself has yet to view himself as redeemable.

Now, for the juicy stuff- believe me when I say that few men have ever needed to get laid like Saul does. While he was of course quite rakish as a younger man, once he took on the mantle of responsibility at the temple, the idea of engaging in intimacy with one of the priests or clerics here became unthinkable. There would be rumors, accusations of favoritism, and worst of all, the potential that his true nature might be revealed. So he has kept himself very strictly at arms-length with others for several decades now, and this combined with his normally uptight demeanor has made him the top candidate for "ready to go absolutely goddamn feral if he ever gets the chance to really fuck again." Plus, I mean, his birth father was an Incubus, so.... there are a lot of assumptions that can be made about Saul's equipment and technique, even while in his half-elven form. He's the type of man who would relish just about any form of kink with the right person; his sexuality is a dam with a hairline fracture in it ready to burst open. In particular, he would find the use of power-dynamics to be downright therapeutic. Tying him up and forcing him to surrender his control and his body, then teasing and tormenting him until his over-worked mind is finally blank? Sublime. Offering yourself to him so he can fuck you like the demon he truly is, using all of his strength and power to reduce you to his whimpering toy? Also incredible. A more structured sort of power-play session with ropes and edging and punishment and vaguely religiously toned lectures? Divine. And, as we'll see, he's just primed for a good ol' fashion enemies-to-lovers arc just LOADED with sexual tension.

(I need y'all to realize that for how over-long that was, I skipped over a TON of info and worldbuilding and additional details, seriously, I have such brainrot about Saul you could ask me what he was doing during any single second of his life and I'd have an answer for you lmao)

~~~

Lastly, let's talk about Anya Lisianthus (NPC, DnD 5e) Full art here

Anya, at the time of the campaign, is the High Priestess of Beshaba (goddess of misfortune and bad luck), and, like most who worship such deities, she does so to pacify her goddess and free herself from the shackles of excessive misfortune. Before coming to the Temple of the Allfaith, she had been from a noble family, but one falling in its standing. She'd had many siblings, but nearly all succumbed to illness, leaving Anya to shoulder heavy responsibilities for her family that she'd had no interest in and no preparation for. Due to complicated political shifts (that we don't have time to go into here or Anya's section will be even longer than Saul's lol), her family started getting involved with some political dissidents. Anya took to their philosophies, and soon joined in with rebel groups who sought to overthrow the local religious leader who had begun exerting immense governmental control beyond their normal purview. However, a tiny instance of misfortune lead to her downfall; a coin dropped from a guard's pocket, and when he abandoned his patrol route for a moment to follow it as it rolled, he caught sight of Anya and her rebel allies. After this incident, her family labeled her a traitor and an upstart to save the remains of their own reputation, and she fled the city as a wanted criminal.

At the Allfaith Temple, she found acceptance, peace, and the promise of a goddess who could protect her from capricious misfortune. But, as Beshaba is an "evil aligned" deity, Anya is kept to the underground portion of the Temple for the most part- both by her own preference, and by the looks of suspicion and discomfort that her presence draws when around those who worship gods of light and goodness up on the surface. That said, she still carries the undeniably noble bearing of her upbringing, and is fond of hosting others for tea, provided they are able to supply interesting conversation.

She feels some resentment towards Saul, not only for being boorish and stubborn, but also for his holier-than-thou bearing, which she finds intolerable. However, as she falls in with a group of other underground clerics and priests with dubious plans of their own, she agrees to attempt to learn more about Saul for their purposes. So, she's been spending time trying to get through to him. For now, this has mostly taken the form of arguing bitterly in his office just about any time our group of adventurers pass by there, but with time, the two are going to start noticing other facets of one another. Saul views Anya as a strikingly brilliant woman, beautiful of course, but more importantly someone incredibly engaging to talk to, well-read, well-informed, and who thinks through all angles of a subject. Meanwhile, Anya will come to see that Saul's dedication to serving the people of the temple is no mere mask of piety, but a true and wholehearted desire to do good and protect those who rely on him, and that sort of genuine earnestness is hard to come by. So, y'know. We're definitely headed towards a "oh no I accidentally fell for and slept with the man I was meant to be investigating and/or manipulating oh fuck oh no I guess I'm betraying the bad guys now" kind of situation lol.

Sexually, Anya is confident, capable, but choosy. Her natural charisma may give the impression of a flirt, but in truth, not just anyone is deemed worthy to share her bed. She was nobility once, after all- there was a time when men took a knee for the privilege of an audience with her. That said, once she's decided someone meets her standards, she relishes in learning their turn-ons and desires and exploiting them mercilessly. She's every bit as sexually open and flexible as Saul, but in a far more proactive way; the lusts of her partner are intel, precious secrets to be learned and utilized to the fullest. There's nothing she finds more satisfying than seeing a lover look at her with worship in their eyes as she fulfills them absolutely. Saul, with all of his pent-up libido and sexual baggage, is going to make for an absolutely delightful partner for her. She'll never tire of learning the thousands of ways she can make his stoic facade crumble.

Anyway if you actually read all of this, please know that I hope only good things ever happen to you for the rest of your life, that someone you like kisses you on the mouth sloppy-style, and that you find twenty dollars <3

#not sfw #smut blog #writing blog #oc #ocs #original characters #tabletop characters #ttrpg #tabletop rpg #cyberpunk #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd npc #thirst posting #character writing #original character #spicy writing #smut writing #cyberpunk red #pokemon tabletop

[ladylooch]

Ahhhh, I’m not the original anon who sent that they want angst for Lio and Sav but I do want it as well! Maybe Lio liking girls bikini pics or even just pics in general on instagram cause he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Maybe they argue because Sav wants kids but Lio doesn’t really want kids? 

Maybe they have a pregnancy scare… 

We all know that new man Lio would never cheat but he probably at first doesn’t understand how liking other women’s pics can upset Sav

The people want angst! And I am here to deliver the angst! Channeling some of this blurb and your thoughts above for this one 🥰

Savannah does not consider herself a snoop. She trusts Lio. She respects that he has a past from before her, just as she does before him. But she also has eyes. Blue ones that can’t help but wander over his shoulder as he scrolls through Instagram. 

Model after model sprints across his screen as he scrolls with his thumb. 

“Wow, more boobs than a swimsuit edition of SI.” She mumbles under her breath. 

“Hm?” Lio asks, looking over at her. She flips the page in her boring magazine, scanning the newest living room decor trends from Pottery Barn. 

“Nice couch.” She diverts the conversation. She points to a brown leather one. “Would look good in here.” 

“Yeah I like it.” Lio nods in agreement. “Should I get it?”

“You should ask Kendall if she would like it too before you make any decisions.” She flips the next page. 

“Who’s Kendall?”

“The girl whose tits you are engrossed with.” A wrinkle appears between Lio’s eyebrows. He takes in his girlfriend’s set jaw, then realizes she means Kendall, his ex fling, who he just scrolled by.

“Sav…” Lio chuckles. “I didn’t even notice. She’s an old friend.”

“I bet she is.” She responds, slapping the magazine shut. “What time are we meeting Lucie and Connor?” Lio stills, watching her cross her arms tightly across her chest. She rolls her foot in annoyance where one leg is folded over the other. 

“About an hour.” Sav uncrosses her arms, scratching distractedly at an itch in her hair, then stands up.

“I’m going to go read my book.” She announces over her shoulder, not even turning to look at him. She heads down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door with a soft click. 

Lio sighs, then pulls up his Instagram. He may be new at this, but he knows whats bugging her. It’s not like she hasn’t brought it up off handedly, especially when she is drunk.

“I’m a cool girlfriend! I don’t even care that he follows over 100 models on Instagram.” 

Lio gets it. But he wishes she would talk to him instead of being so passive aggressive about it. He thinks about Lucie, wondering what she would say if it came up tonight at dinner.

Unfollow them you asshole!, probably.

So that is what Lio spends the next hour doing, unfollowing all the girls he doesn’t know, hasn’t spoken to in years, and especially the girls he has hooked up with. 

He wants Savannah to know she is the only one on his mind. He is willing to do whatever necessary to make her feel comfortable in their relationship. He knows he hurt her before. He doesn’t ever want that to happen again.

Lio raps his knuckles on the bedroom door once he is done.

“I'll be out in a second.” She calls to him. He frowns, hearing the tears in her voice. Shit, he should of come to talk to her earlier. He rubs at his hair in frustration.  Fuck, why is he so bad at this?

“Hey, time to go?” She asks brightly, sniffing discreetly when she opens the door. She tries to step around him, not waiting for an answer.

“Babe.” Lio takes a hold of her arm softly. Sav purses her lips, keeping her eyes down the hallway. “Will you talk to me?” 

“Do I really have to, Lio?” She pushes back.

“Would be nice if you did.” He shrugs. “I’m new at this.” His reminder is delicate, pleading even.

“I hate it. It makes me feel like shit that you have all these options at your fingertips.” 

“Sav, you know I’m in love with you?”

“Yes, but-“

“That is the beginning and end of it all.” He cuts her off, leaning down to smooch her lips. While he is kissing her, he slides his unlocked phone into her hands. “Look at whatever you want. Unfollow whomever you want me to. I’m yours.”

Then he slides her hips to the side to go into the closet to change for dinner.

#lio & lucie

[cosmics-beings]

Hi! I'm a fan of your works! And I've been following your The Unquiet Grave story! It's beautiful and tragic! And I was wondering if his (ex) trinemates knew what happened to him? If they do how do they react?

(I'm sorry I'm just curious 😅)

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you like it - that story is so close to my heart. I'm actually discontinuing the fic! I'll explain that at the end.

That said, I guess I can tell you the ending , or at least skywarp and thundercarcker’s part!

So they did know, and Thundercracker actually did want to find Starscream again before he took his life. TC really wanted to mend their relationship, but Skywarp didn’t let him. Starscream had treated them both pretty badly. In the prequel, No Rest for the Dead, around that time Starscream did try to rekindle his relationship with them. He was extremely apologetic and sympathetic, but he also understood they didn’t have to make up with him. And he allowed Skywarp to cut off ties with him.

Thundercracker however, really wanted to speak to him.

He clearly never got the chance.

Currently, they feel guilty. Skywarp feels awful. He knows that he didn’t owe Starscream any forgiveness or acceptance but part of him wishes he spoke to him. A huge part. Because skywarp also wasn’t the best person, but he got another chance. And he starts to hate himself for not giving Starscream another one. Part of that is because he sees himself so much in Starscream, and realizes that if he was just a bit more fucked up, then he would’ve been like Starscream and that scares him. But that doesn’t make turning his back on him easier.

He can’t even bring himself to ever actually see Starscream’s body/tomb. Because as you know in the pic, Starscream’s body is on display in the garden and that really messes with Skywarp.

Thundercracker feels like shit, and it actually ruins his relationship with Skywarp. Of course, Thundercracker is grown and is the master of his own actions. But he does partially blame Skywarp for ruining any chance he had at seeing Starscream again.

They’d get into arguments about it, they’d yell and fight if Thundercracker ever mentioned wanting to see Starscream. Thundercracker had done a lot of healing himself, and while in the past he’d been hurt by Starscream, he still wanted to mend their relationship. Especially given Starscream had reached out to him countless times.

But now he can’t. There were so many times he could’ve but he can’t. And that infuriates him, and it’s hard for him to be around Skywarp or Seekers in general.

He visits Starscream’s grave every so often to speak to him. I almost wrote a chapter where he and Megatron bumped into each other, and that would’ve been an interesting conversation. To be fair, now that I’m done with Unquiet Grave I could write a short focusing on the Trine and the days leading up to Starscream’s death, and how they have to deal with that. 

So like i said earlier, i'm discontinuing Unquiet Grave, just because it doesn't seem to be getting traction anymore? I know that there's this big thing to not write for traction and stuff, but it can be disheartening when people are like begging for an update and asking me to add more and then when I update it i don't get as much interaction or traction. We fic writers take a lot of time and effort out of our day to write and that stuff is discouraging.

However, i may write a story - a part of that series- that focuses on the trine and how they react to Starscream's death.

#starscream #skywarp #thundercracker #transformers

[gothgleek]

Henlo love,

I got asked a fashion ask recently and it made me realize that you are another fashion mutual whose thoughts I just have to know!!!

So what would you wear for a feast thrown by the royal family in the asoiaf/ hotd universe?

It doesn't have to be medievally accurate in terms of "oh would they have chiffon or net back then?"

Go crazy!! I wanna see your choices 👀💓

Your fashion mutual,

Mera

Let me wait until the very end of the month to answer this question lol

I’m so happy you asked this though. I loved this so much though I actually might write fanfic lol.

Okay since I’m so indecisive I split this into sections by area and period (HOTD and GOT) and included some reasons as to why.

Without further ado:

North, Dance of the Dragons Era:

I was born in the Alaska aka the Winterfell of America so I had to start here.

In my imagination, my Northern house would be associated with magic and cannibalism and is one of the reasons why the North is stereotyped as ‘feral’ despite us originating in the Vale (similar to the Manderlys). Since my irl family’s business is blue, assume all of my Houses’ colors are also blue. The dress is low cut with lace over my bosom as it is warmer in KL, however fur is a sign of wealth so I would have my dress lined with it. My dress has Northern plants embroidered in silver and purple and a cutout to show some beading, again to show off my wealth. The Schiaparelli inspired buttons have eyes and a pair of lips sort of playing with the rumors of cannibalism and the earrings are based in the crying Weirwood trees. I’ve got chains with charms to protect me at the capital. I like the idea that the North is slower to accept being part of Westeros despite being a good few monarchs into Targaryen rule so they are still clinging onto pieces of life before the Seven Kingdoms.

Dorne

Unfortunately all my drawings of me in Dorne inspired wear did not turn out the way I wanted but I wanted to include Westeros’s token queer POC so I pulled out some couture instead. My Dornish house would grow wine and be close to Highgarden (because for the life of me, I cannot figure out where they can grow their famous wine, wiki didn’t mention any vineyards). I would wear a dress similar to the left to resemble the rivers that water our land. Dornish wine is one of our land’s prides so while it’s not a typical orange or gold, I am showing country pride in a foreign land with a rocky history. I did consider wearing orange/red Iris Van Herpen gowns that resemble desert mirages I it couldn’t add pics to my response. The blue also has a kinder, peaceful appearance. The right pic has the jewelry I would wear, lots of gold that emphasizes the figure with stacks of gems from abroad to show the wealth from trade. It also resembles armor so while I am at KL for peaceful reasons (which would lead the way for Dorne to being part of the Seven Kingdoms), I am on guard given our recent wars. However my accessories only armor, not weapons to resemble Dorne’s self defense. It also resembles Criston Cole’s armor, connecting me to the only Dornish member at court. Similar to the response of my Northern outfit, the colorful, sheer, and figure hugging dresses would reaffirm that Dornish stereotypes are true.

Essos

My family is from the Philippines so this is my take on fantasy!Philippines inspired by the limited resources I could find on their fashion history. This country is south of Yi Ti and is the center of sea trade in South Essos. The dress prints are inspired by batok tattoos (famously done by the legendary Apo Whang Od). The face paint is inspired by Yakan traditional face paint. The headdress is inspired by the Filipino sun on the flag. In this fantasy world I am allowed an empire waist dress with a flowing cape. Most of the fabrics are light and breathable because of the humid air and that translates to KL’s summer weather.

ASOIAF era:

North

Winter is nearing so I am all bundled up, even if I’m in KL. My house slowly shed its cannibal rumors through ancestor’s noble accomplishments so there are less references to them. The only visible reference that I wear is a Victorian inspired painted broach with my lover’s eye on it. This broach does encourage the magic-wielding rumors though. We have moved from being like Boltons to being like the Manderlys. Since it’s closer to winter, I don’t embroider my dress to conserve thread but my new dresses with flashy colors and beads as well as my fur hat with beads from trading with Essos do still signify my wealth.

Dorne

While I was a child during Robert’s Rebellion, I grew up hearing stories of Elia Martell. When I arrive at KL I have a golden spine similar to what she wore after the tourney at Harrenhal. I imagine it became a fashion statement in Dorne and I am carrying it to the capital to subtly show the court my alliance. Outside of the Martell family, Elia sort of achieves sainthood. She lived a tragic life and is (for better or worse) now on an pedestal for Dorne to project their feelings about the rest of Westeros. Since my family grows grape vines for wine, my dress would be wine red rather than black. The fire dress is more a show of my allegiance to House Martell and the mourning of Elia (and later Oberyn) as well as a sign that the Targaryens will return. It’s also got metals and thorn-like edges so no member of the capital would think to go near me. Gone are the softer, flowy fabrics and jewelry of my peacemaking ‘ancestor’. Now I am sharp, dark, and full of ancestral vengeance.

Essos

This is inspired by Michelle Dee’s Miss Philippines dress inspired by batok tattoos. I couldn’t decide which one I liked better so I included both. My face is less painted due to changing trends. (However boobs are and will continue to be an important part of my outfit lol) In addition there are fewer patterns on the dress. It is more structured and has different types of fabrics though. This includes an early development of fishnets which will reference my House’s wealth attributed to fishing and sailing.

I’m probably forgetting a few details but I’ve definitely rambled enough. I hope this was as fun for you to read as it was fun for me to draw and write!

#asks #asoiaf hair and clothing #game of thrones #house of the dragon #tv fashion #Art #my oc #my oc Art #mine #plus size fashion

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/737167755158093824/hi-anon-i-cut-off-the-blog-mention-im-not-in-a

These people are getting insufferable now. Everyday they sprout some new theory to try and romanticize the military service 😑. Everyday some new distant relative imparts some new ms knowledge, like the dogtag one a few days ago, which later on turns out to be utter garbage. Why are they still so desperate to prove that their ship is real at this point? Shouldn't they all be sure by now? And what's this urge to go and bark in tkk accounts??

Anon as for your fave buddy system, if you believe that a queer couple would want to enlist together in such an extremely homophobic place where even a slight misstep can put an even brighter spotlight on their heads than the one they already have (being a part of BTS), then you have your head in cuckoo land. I am not talking about the misstep that you all want to jump to every time jikk is mentioned. It doesn't have to be sexual. But if they've been together for so long then they'll have certain mannerisms around each other which will come out subconsciously. Why would they want to put more pressure on themselves in trying to hide their relationship when the ms is already grueling enough? Them being friends makes perfect sense in this scenario coz they can support each other as friends there. A couple can't hide for 18 months. With idols already being mistreated in the ms, do you think an idol couple would want to put a bright red target on their heads like this?

I'll let you know about some of the facts instead of theories about both the ships. Remember that bb of their enlistment anon? Jk wasn't aware that jm hadn't shaved his head yet. Shouldn't such an attached at the hip couple know such things about each other? On the other hand, tae and jk were shirtless facetiming each other and tae was the one who revealed jk's shaved head for the first time. He singled out jk out of every other member in his last insta story. He posted that pic with bam (a very domestic pic imo) at jk's house in his farewell post when he hadn't posted any other pics with anyone except for the 2 group pics. Jk went to tae as soon as his overseas schedule ended(those three tae vlives). Jm mentioned in that last group vlive that he got used to jk's snores bcs of their trip, meanwhile tae had sent jk recordings of his snores. Tae was the first person to listen to seven and he recorded the guides for layover at jk's, meanwhile hobi was the one who listened to jm's solo songs first. Not just tae but even his friends supported jk's solo work. He even goes on trips with tae and his friends. I can go on and on with these but this has already gotten long enough.

I never ever do this comparison thing bcs all the members have been almost like a family for the past 12 years but people like you have been getting on my nerves lately. And unlike almost jikkrs, almost all of whom are tae antis (tae is a liar is your side's mantra), I am not a jm anti. I know that jk and jm are very close, closer than jm and tae imo, but that's all they are. They are friends, not lovers.

Hi anon!

Jep! It is so clear that Jk and Jm are just friends. Really close friends, but still just friends. This whole year it’s been obvious who Jk spent the most time with. When you hear Jk and Jm mention each other, it’s always in a friend context.. not always being completely aware of the other’s life. When they great each other it’s clear at times that they didn’t see each other for a while.. the greeting is enthusiastic as can be.. but also very indicative of them having been apart and not having met before those moments. I truly have no doubts on this.

That blog anon sent me to read was supposed to make me reconsider… but there really wasn’t any enlightening or special about what the person said. Just someone mocking the use of gay stereotypes by anti’s to try and make it seem like they are exasperated by people not realizing how brave Jk and Jm are. They are portraying them as martyrs who suffer by being close to each other despite it being possibly dangerous. Risking the safety of your relationship when you don’t have to isn’t brave, it’s unwise.

#straws

[fareehaandspaniards]

*shoves Katy out of the way and cringes at the sound of glass breaking + cats yowling*

AHEM. (Sorry Katy <3) My turn!

Fareeha, what are your headcanons on Eileen and Bloody Crow so far?! Have you thought about them a bit? Or are you still figuring them out? 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

For now I have something about them!

For this ask, I combined my headcanons with my spouse's thoughts, because he's Eileen fan! I've had Eileen's image in my head since the first playthrough, and even though it has undergone many changes, her overall vibe remained the same. Crow of Cainhurst is harder to deal with, as you can create him for yourself almost from scratch! They actually both are very expressive characters! But while Eileen has her own voice, a quest line, and a description of her clothes that tells at least some canonical story, the Bloody Crow of Cainhurst - like Damian and other Old Hunters - creates a lasting impression with his equipment, fighting style and appearance!

(I should have put them next to each other, but Tumblr decided that Eileen's pic is too long, so it cuts her D:)

I should probably start from afar, because I usually get things mixed up, and here I have two characters to describe at once!

Eileen's background. She's a foreigner, but we don't know exactly how her covenant formed, how she came to all this. I think she arrived in Yharnam before the whole blood mess. And I really like the headcanon that Eileen was in love with one of the pre-hunters - the one who was protecting Yharnam and nearest villages from monsters and other people. They eventually became an established couple. And once when madness struck her love, Eileen was the one who had to behead her once-lover. And so was the birth of the covenant.

Eileen reminded me of another character from my all-time favorite game, and she's a dragoon knight whose lover has lost his memory. Aaaaand… her phrase from the game I might give Eileen in this case:

«What irony. To find the man about whom I have dreamt endlessly... only to discover that he cannot even remember who I am!»

Also about origins, if we relate Eileen to modern geography, I'd say her homeland could be Mexico? Not for any deep reasons, I just really like the Santa Muerte aesthetic, and I feel that vibe in Eileen (I'll also mention Scandinavia and Tibet later on, so it's hard to attribute her ONLY to Mexico)

Eileen is quite a tough, cold-hearted person. Actually, to stand under her gaze is a very difficult task, I think even Henryk couldn't do it! (You know, that look of an angry mother, when she doesn't need to explain her child that she is mad, they have already realized that! xd) I think, besides hunting, she also has a lot of applied talents, such as sewing, drawing, modeling, but because of the Hunt she almost forgot all of them.

Eileen really did understand crows somehow! It was HER kind of bird, to which she had dedicated her appearance and to which she had counted herself. In fact, in her homeland she was called as something of a witch because of it, though Eileen herself was hardly related to magical matters! One day she told Crow about it, she wanted to make it sound like a joke, but he took it very seriously and sternly said, "You do look like a witch!" <3

You know the legend of Huginn and Muninn? I think she has her own pair of crows that bring her news and keep an eye on everyone.

We don't know all the Great Ones, but based on the image of Mergo's Wet Nurse, with wings and stuff - could there be any bird-like GO? I think Eileen, just by being herself, has attracted Great One's patronage or became an unspoken servant of this Great One? She's a warm "mom", but she's also connected to something so ancient.

I read some time ago that Eileen and her "foreign tradition" funeral is a reference to the Tibetan rite of heavenly burial!!!! It impressed me madly at the time, it's amazing to find such a fact after all! Thanks you, @heraldofcrow , for that! And it's already "canon" to me that this was the essence of the funeral she was conducting? Many Yharnamites found them heretical as they were in foreign traditions, but with all the despair heaped upon the city and Eileen's faith in what she was doing - I think she was called upon to do such things by people… At the very least to ensure that the soul of the deceased would have a chance at a new life and not be stuck in the clutches of the Great Ones and the eternal cycle of the Nightmare….

Eileen gives me some Boss vibes from Metal Gear, while Crow gives me some Sergei Razumovsky vibes from Bubble Comics. (TBH Sergei is the mental child of Micolash, Crow and Laurence…. I used to really like him, as well as the whole comic. But it changed the course of the storyline a bit, so I don't read it anymore)

Boss in the left, Sergei in the right (One was destined to battle her best apprentice, almost son, and die tragically(on a field full of white flowers, yeahm hello, Gehrman, take a seat), and the other one has inner crow-like crazy personality)

When Eileen became a hunter of hunters, she picked up the boy after finding him in the woods, half dead with many scars. We don't actually know how old Crow really is, some headcanon that he's a grown up man, but in my vision he's a young man of about 20, about the same age as Edgar (again, according to my headcanons! You'll never tell exactly what age is this accountant-looking man xdd)

Judging by the estimated time of the massacre, Crow was just a kid at the time. I think he was about ten years old when all this happened? Oh, ten years old is a terrible age for moral trauma. Child is too old to forget everything because of shock, and too young to find the strength to recognize and process that trauma without outside help, without creating more wounds in himself… What did he experience? What he saw? I don't even want to imagine.

But, as it sometimes happens, we expect from a "traumatized" person vulnerability, need for protection, delicate soul and sensitivity. But it happens that the consciousness gives absolutely opposite behavior, hiding all sensitivity deep and far away. So young Crow was not the best child to raise! He came to Eileen rough, heartless, with a slight sadistic tendency. I think because of him and his behavior, Eileen went through many difficult hours… But here you either refuse to let someone else's problems into your heart and miss the opportunity to help, or you live someone else's suffering as your own, and Eileen, of course, in Crow's case, chose the second option. It's a very hard thing to do. But such kindness is always reciprocated in one way or another, and it can also spark the strongest bond!

Eileen raised him, keeping him strict but spoiling him occasionally (I think she always dreamed of having a family, you know, with two people loving each other and kids? But fate deprived her of such an opportunity - she wouldn't be able to love again… But having lost it, Eileen would have gained a "son"). She couldn't not being strict and even sometimes cruel (NO physical punishments or anything else! Hard trainings - yes, tough tasks - yeah) - otherwise Crow would never have taken her seriously. Eileen was great at separating her images of "mother" and "mentor" into two different parts. "Mother" was always understanding and comforting, but "mentor" demanded that she do her bidding and kept a stern eye on her protégé's progress.

As a young boy, he was very sensitive to being laughed at. And as it happens, he did funny things quite often, whether it was awkwardness, attention-seeking, or just plain luck in life. Eileen found him funny but didn't know it hurt him. Crow was offended. But once he saw her sad, watched her stay up at night, found out HOW MUCH heaviness she had on her mind and experienced the most genuine understanding, he realized WANTED to be funny to her? That giving your loved one a reason to laugh is a way to take his mind off his problems. That's how he probably got over his exorbitant ego for the first time. And that's how people grow up! :^)

Crow grew into a skillful and very strong young man. "The student surpassed his teacher" was their situation. Crow became a better man and took from his mentor all that she could give him. Aaaaand... He made his own choice in life, I believe. He stepped out from under his mentor's wing, taking his course back to Cainhurst. And, taking to my headcanons the research of @heraldofcrow, I willingly believe he chose the "heretical path" of not taking souls to heaven as he should, but coming to his Queen and bringing those souls to her feet.

I don't think there was any drama between them when Crow committed the betrayal. There was no breakup, no words, why would they need them? He just chose his path. There's no room for her judgment, they just became strangers. They went their separate ways, and that's a conscious choice Crow made. Did it hurt Eileen? Madly, I think. But her emotions can almost never get the better of her, which is why she coldly refers to Crow as "my prey." She doesn't allow herself to take offense. Except in her failure quest line, when she's distraught and attacks a player. I think it's naturally all about Crow there. It's just that in the "failed" quest line she has no alternate successor to her covenant as a player, and thus has no hope at all. Only despair and bitter betrayal by the closest person to her.

Does it hurt Crow? I don't know. I think he respects Eileen, I think he values her and knows that he will never meet a better and more honest warrior. Maybe he's sorry he had to do it. But no more than that. Is he heartless? Not really. What's inside him? I think he wants to get back what he lost a long time ago. Unfortunately, it's human nature. Even if we feel very good in a new home, we will agonize and think about the old one we were deprived of, that old home will always be "more valuable" in our imagination….

Small headcanons and relationships!

Damian + Eileen. (of course I started with Damian I am sorry lol... My fav will be everywhere) The two met when Eileen first arrived in Yharnam. Their little unspoken friendship began over a glass of Eileen's tincture. Almost no one knew of this acquaintance, but somehow they were comfortable in each other's company. Perhaps because they were both kind-hearted adults for everyone else and had a warm personality and compassion for others.

Damian was visiting Micolash's mummy, constantly lighting candles in the hall where he is. But on one of his visits, he was able to open the empty building of the School of Mensis. He found Edgar's corpse there. He called Eileen because he wanted to give him a proper burial. Together they performed the ceremony in the proper manner. They couldn't know it, but Edgar's soul and mind, trapped in a nightmare, felt better. And when the hunter killed him finally - his soul was free and cleansed, thanks to this ritual.

Eileen + Gascoigne + Henryk + Viola. A real family friendship! Gascoigne is also a foreigner, as is Eileen, and Henryk isn't really from around here… I think Eileen was the best friend of the family, and Gascoigne's little daughters adored her! It's a common headcanon, and I like it a lot :^) They were all very connected… (I think Crow have been a frequent visitor to their house with Eileen. And Eileen would tell stories about him at the table and Crow would resent xd)

Crow + Annalise. OooOooOoooh, I'm chuffed, to tell you the truth xddd But! I think Crow could have been very much in love with Annalise as a boy, carrying that feeling for an immortal woman through the years. Only - he would still be a "boy" to her, and he would have to prove that he had indeed grown up. And, thanks to Eileen's influence, he would succeed!

Crow + Maria. In my version, they're quite different ages, but I think there's definitely a family connection between them. At least as a young boy he would have seen Maria within the castle walls. I think they would have grimaced, showing each other tongues because they're both kids at heart xd And for a while they could both learn the Blade skill, where Crow would be enamored with blood magic and Maria would be the opposite. (I really need to make a table of character ages by time of events, because otherwise I get confused, and I have different ages for Maria in different headcanons! xd)

Crow + Alfred. Alfred would probably look like a nasty little bug to Crow, wouldn't he? The kind that's annoying just by the sight of it. (I like bugs actually, all I want to say is that Crow despises Alfred) He'd obviously have heard of a follower of Martyr Logarius who zealously seeks revenge for his teacher? (I'm surprised there is no quest line in the game where these two meet and try to kill each other) And Crow couldn't even imagine this man violently cut his Queen open one day... (thanks, Hunter! xd).

Crow + Arianna. Oh, I think he would despise her as well. Not because of her kind of job, but because she, an heiress of noble blood, an aristocrat, lives under the wing of the Yharnamites who exterminated her people. I think he would have tried to kill her! But Arianna is not so simple. He simply wouldn't have succeeded. You know, that spectacular scene in the movie where the killer comes for his victim and she welcomes him with open arms, completely naked and defenseless, and he gets lost, because he's still just a young boy, not a man… If there were no such scenes, I'm sorry, but that's how I see it xd

Little Headcanons:

Crow has always wanted to wear long, luxurious curls, and Eileen was always cutting his hair, all through his youth, to make him look better (I wanted to first justify that long hair in combat is inconvenient, but it hasn't hindered anyone in Fromsoftware games yet, so okay xd)

Crow is ENTP, you can't convince me otherwise lol…. (maybe you can)

He's also great with kids, I think because kids can sense strong people and are often drawn to them, and he's exactly like that, independent and cool, so Gascoigne's daughters loved him! (He also doesn't mind playing with dolls, just in secret.)

Crow's birth name is Astolf.

I think Annalise knows Crow exists, when Good Hunter comes to the castle. But she doesn't want us to know it.

Crow and Eileen have come a long way together - growing up, accepting their own flaws, that deep bond between them where two can live like a real family while being completely unrelated. But Crow still belongs to Cainhurst and to his Queen, and so his and Eileen's paths have diverged.

Hope you enjoy reading all of those!

#ask #mutuals #my art #eileen the crow #bloody crow of cainhurst #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #longpost

[dr-jem-nutcase]

MvA: The M Files, take-a-peek, pt. 5

Chapter 6:

Dr C's origin story video was a 20-second one-take recording of his accident, so there's little to no room for any deviation from the movie. Still, may this NOT disappoint

Gotta love alliterations but carnage means "widespread murder". And I don't think this sort of kids' book would be willing to show a bloodbath

I just realized, where are the stairs leading to those massive doors?

A pin-up in the audience, wth? Even the guy to her left is saying the same thing

Genetic teleportation device. Makes sense cuz teleportation was the topic of scientific research & experimentation in both Fly movies but this time the bug mutation is intentional. The video game only talks about the genetic part: recombinant DNA (fact: this term wasn't coined until the 70s, so Dr C was ahead of his time). Thanks, M Files, for a better elaboration beyond just a scientific machine

Is it just me or have the illustrators eventually said, "heck with it! let's just get this done & over with!" and got lazy? Taking a look at the last two chapters/the last post, I'm beginning to wonder

Ok, we get a better visual of Dr C's hairstyle. I put this pic in a grayscale filter and his hair in the movie was definitely darker than this ash brown-blond color (I like to think it's dark brown)

That shirt & tie. So much for that turtleneck. But from what I've gathered, the illustrators for a number of kids' books about the movie were given art references (besides the concept art) from DW months before the movie came out. Dr C's swap from the tie to the turtleneck didn't happen until later in the making of the movie; pretty much all the concept art of him show a shirt & tie. I don't know about you but I wanna see that reference art, every piece of it! As a fan of this glorious franchise, may my prayers be answered!

Whozits. Lol

Srsly? Portable phones, or phones that didn't require a cord, were a thing of dreams in the 60s. And what kind of haircut are you guaranteed? A trim? A buzz cut? And chocolate tastes AWFUL after you brush your teeth, and the average adult doesn't drink hot chocolate on a regular basis. It's coffee, if anything. Or even more realistic in the early 60s: a phone that lights a cigarette. You ever watch mid-century period dramas like Mad Men or Call The Midwife? Every other person smoked back then--anytime, anywhere! But this is a kids' book, again. Smoking/tobacco use is nowadays a reason for something not to be rated G. Istg, my inner historian has been doubled over & screaming in pain since this chapter began! Ok, enough whining

The fat guy's constant *ahem* cracks me up tho

Was this presentations of scientific discoveries or a glorified science fair? Dr C had discovery in mind while the fat guy had fair in mind. Imo, that genetic teleportation device was way more practical than a phone with hygiene & hot chocolate powers, not just super scientific

Unsurprisingly, Doc had his own fanbase on a university campus

Say "they called me crazy but I'll show them" without saying "they called me crazy but I'll show them"

Ok, is it just me or did the color pallet change on this page?

Didn't think that the machine was red. Also, the shirt is now black

"Whoops! I made a mistake!" "Just keep going, Jim. We've got a deadline."

So, he's just going with it without actually testing it on something else? That IS mad

I wish we saw more of his face in this instead of the back of his head

Dr C foretold Neil Armstrong's famous landing-on-the-moon quote

O...m...g. You can tell the illustrators had the hardest (or laziest) time with this chapter. I can barely look

A PhD in dance, mind you. A PhD in anything doesn't make you a faultless god

Oh! And go back inside if you want peace & quiet. And if you must, lock the door

Now both the tie and shirt is a different color

Reclining in the trash can, lol

I'm honestly the university campus hasn't been entirely vacated at this point

Welp, if climate change doesn't work, we know where to go...wait this was the 60s. Never mind

So, you've got a washing machine, an oil barrel, two tires, a traffic cone, maybe a bike chain and...what else?

That day, the middle of September 1962, a distinguishable sound that would haunt a secret prison facility for generations to come was born. This lines up with my h/c that being partially human mentally on top of the trauma of the accident brought on some amount of insanity

That tie must be magic. It changed colors again

Omg! Just call that slipper out for what it is!

"Hey, Jim? What's that shoe thing people wear in the morning?" "I forget. In this panel, it's in a junkyard, so just call it an 'ugh'."

In the movie... "Ooh! An old ugh...I mean, slipper!"

That is one heck of a net for that tiny fishing pole

The antennae sticking out of the net

Ooh, Monger's a major now, but how'd he know about Dr C?

But srsly. Is this chapter perfect? No. But I like it for giving "human" Dr C a bit more time than just a 10-second camera footage of a hottie in a lab coat getting into a giant cylinder. I don't know about anyone else, but it gives me more of a comprehension that Dr C's a human being with a cockroach head and tendencies, not just a strange anthropomorphic bug person

Epilogue

The End! Oh, wait!

So the jetpack has a flamethrower? Hot dang...literally

Link lifting a weight with his tail, lol

Blue-eyed Dr C with a gold tie pulling out...what is that? A bra? The illustrators must hate his guts

Poor private Grime. And what are the monsters supposed to do with potatoes? I think B.O.B. & maybe Insecto are the only ones who would eat potatoes, and Dr C might try potato battery experiments. But why so many? Did Monger stop by local gleaners or a food bank/pantry? Was this a donation of charity? Did he accidentally go over the top with potato crops at his farm? I don't get it! But quoting Samwise Gamgee, "Po-Tay-Toes! Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!" There's probably a thousand and one things you could make with potatoes. Like vodka--oh, wait! Kids' book

Grime must've been like one soldier online who said he could cook minute-rice in 58 seconds. Still, I feel bad for the guy. Do you know how hard peeling potatoes can be on your hands after a while? Ow, ow, owie...

Overall, not a bad book. Disappointing every now and then, but hey! Kids' book. It was kinda expected. The watered-down, non-violent breakaways from the movie had its ups and downs. Like providing some explanation of details of the origin stories in the movie, like why the tomato and dessert topping. Or the idea that luring a monster into a trap is the ultimate way to capture one, MUCH more scaled out and less violent than fighting them until you get the upper hand and force them into submission and/or tranquilizing them, like tranquilizing Susan and then tying her down when she became too drowsy to fight and eventually consciousness in the movie instead of luring her into a trap (like, how would you lure a confused, scared 50-foot bride into a trap when all she can think of was her fiance's safety and why people were wrapping a rope around her arm?). If you thought this book was a disappointment through and through, I read the graphic novelization, and it is a bigger disappointment than anything in this book. More watered down, the illustration was terrible, and some of the rewritten scenes didn't add up with the events of the movie, like wth. I think I threw it out

I hope you enjoyed this take-a-peek series as much as I did. And maybe I can share the second half of the entire book, a story called Brain Pain, a silly entertaining story about the four monsters (BOB, Dr C, Link, & Insecto) in the facility some time before Susan showed up. Maybe :)

Again, none of this belongs to me, as much as I wish it did

#monsters vs aliens #mva #dreamworks #general monger #general w r monger #childrensbooks #dr cockroach #dr cockroach phd #insectosaurus #doctor cockroach #the missing link monsters vs aliens #kidsbooks #bob mva #benzoate ostylezene bicarbonate

[idyllcy]

bet that you'll let me down by double

Inspiration: Pic 1 ; Pic 2

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Hanahaki, Star tears

Summary: Where the vocalist nearly loses their voice and the pianist his sight

Art school is not for everyone.

Komaeda realizes that upon entering Hope's Peak, the music school is filled to the brim with talent and non-talent alike. Some pay and make donations to get in, while others are just talented; Very few attend the school on pure talent. Komaeda actually struggles to find someone who hasn't paid or made a donation to get in. Komaeda can't really call them awful when he also paid to get in. Though, he actually only paid because he wanted to meet someone. There was a rumor about a lyre player, something relatively rare nowadays.

He finds the lyre player sitting near the cracked and damaged statue of Orpheus. You resemble the man, sitting there with your lyre in your arms, stringing along mindless notes and melodies. Your body is lax against the statue, almost as if you were imitating the prince himself. The wind blows against Komaeda's face, and he stares at you, and how the sun seemed to kiss your skin despite the clouds being out. It was like a renaissance painting, the way everything was set up. Your eyes meet his briefly.

But with the next gust of wind, you're gone before his eyes.

There isn't much news about you around the school. The rich mingle with the rich; a handful adopt talented ones, whom they call friends. In reality, they're no better than a human pet. Komaeda finds it sickening, yet he can't help but think that it is one way to secure a musician to keep at home. Musicians aren't rare, but talented ones are. Komaeda stares across the dining hall at the other groups, and Hinata calls his name.

"Komaeda."

"Ah, yes?" He glances at the male.

"Did you find them?"

"I did," He hums, cutting into his steak. "But, they don't seem to be around?"

"Try the vocal department," Chiaki's fingers fly across her keyboard, staring at her game. "I've talked to them once. They have a very well kept voice."

"Like a classical singer?"

"Opera, perhaps," She hums. "The condition of their hands doesn't matter when it comes to being a vocalist. Something about... 413?"

"What an unlucky room." Kamukura finally speaks up. "To be linked with the number of death."

"It's just a practice room," Hinata grumbles. "It doesn't mean anything."

Komaeda finds you in the room while you're on break. A delicate knock at the door greets you, and you open it slightly to peer up at your guest. You're met with a cloud of white hair and curious green eyes. It's not that late, but the sun glares against his back, causing him to look darker than he was. The two of you stare at each other in silence before Komaeda speaks up.

"Ah, I do apologize for intruding at such a time," Komaeda starts. "You see, I was just curious about the lyre player I met the other day, and someone suggested I come here. I guess they were right, because you're here. Ah, right. I wanted to ask you, would you be willing to sing for me? I can pay. I just wanted to see what talent everyone else was talking about. You see, it's really hopeful that-"

You blink at him as he rambles. He's one of the students who had paid to get in. Komaeda. Something Komaeda. You heard about the boy; and how despite being an orphan, he still managed to pick up piano and violin and a whole array of instruments. How his music made no sense yet was still considered art. You wonder why he had to pay to get in if he was a musical talent.

"Ah... sorry," He apologizes. "I'm rambling. So? The answer is?"

You stare up at him and pull your phone from your skirt pocket. The sound of your keyboard fills the silence. "How much?"

"Any price you want."

"Why can't you just wait until a student talent show?"

"You participate in those?"

You nod.

"Say... why don't you speak?"

"Why should I? I work it hard enough by singing already."

"Instead of a show, can I watch you warm up?"

You stare at him.

"5AM tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Komaeda gets the door slammed into his face, and he blinks. He has insomnia, which is literally perfect because he could just wander the school until you made it there. He wonders which dorm you're staying in. Maybe you would be in one of the moon dorms. The school tended to favor musicians in a moon dorm and creators in a sun dorm. He rocks on his feet as he waits for you to exit the room. 

You leave the room, and you stare at the male. You tilt your head.

"Ah, I wanted to walk you to your dorm," He smiles sheepishly. "You know the recent serial crimes on campus?"

You stare up at him and nod.

"So... which dorm?"

You point at the sky and then at the constellation.

"Ah, Taurus?" He smiles. "That's my star sign."

You tilt your head again, almost as if you were telling him that it was interesting.

"Shall I tell you about the stars?"

You pull out your phone again, and the sound of your keyboard bounces off the empty halls.

"No need. What instrument did you end up here for?"

"Ah, I play both piano and violin. They're letting me dual major."

"Anything else?"

"You're a vocal major?"

You nod.

"Ah, then do you play the lyre for fun?"

You nod again.

"Right," He hums. "What's your range? How many octaves? Are you a soprano? A tenor?"

You click on your phone and shove it into his face. 

It's a recording of you.

Komaeda takes the phone from your hand, clicking it open. You stand in the studio, mouth open, notes flying out. You can hit an F6. You're well within coloratura range, if not even higher from the way your voice keeps going up. Komaeda is enthralled. Your voice is incredible. You have such an impressive range, and as Komaeda stops in his steps to listen to your voice lower and lower until he can feel the vibrations through his chest, he's gone. It's elysian. Would that even begin to describe it? Oh, Komaeda swore that he could never worship a voice that wasn't yours.

You pause to stare at him, and your eyes blow wide in worry when he starts crying.

"?!" Your hands reach his face, and you start brushing his tears away.

"Sorry," He grabs your wrist gently and sets it down next to him. "Your voice is incredible. It's opulent. It's ethereal. I can't even put it into words!!"

Your eyes widen in surprise as Komaeda clasps both of your hands.

"Oh, please let me be your accompanist! I'll do anything for it! I'll even pay you-"

You stop him and nod. You can't reach for your phone, so you speak up. "I'll send you the scales for warmups. Don't be late."

Your voice. Oh. Even your voice! Komaeda's so drunk on the way your voice comes out that he forgets to pull out his phone for a moment.

"...Komaeda?"

"A-Ah, I'm sorry!" He hands you his phone, eyes wide with admiration. "You have a nice voice."

You sound heavenly calling his name like that.

Only as you pull away does Komaeda notice that the two of you have arrived at the dorms. He stares at you enter the building; and then he leaves to head to his own room. His is a constellation dorm. One that's actually named and has a story. As he steps into his room, he's met with Hinata and Chiaki curled up on the couch, playing Mario kart.

"Welcome back," Hinata mumbles, fingers busy with trying to overtake the ultimate gamer. "Did you find them?"

Komaeda doesn't answer and heads to his room instead. He stares at the clock on the wall, and he closes his eyes. The sound of your voice fills his head, and he falls asleep. He wonders what your nighttime routine is.

You stare at the next song you've been assigned for class, and you grimace. Something gentle. It's love-related, again. You don't question it, and you grimace instead. It gave the vibes of a love you couldn't hold. Something unreachable. Someone who struggled with loving themselves. You understand, yet you don't. It's hard to sort out emotions when you don't feel them. You laugh. Your sister would laugh at you for something so trivial. You press the keys on the piano, mapping out the melody. It would be a final project, you suppose.

The next morning, you unlock room 413, and as you're about to close it behind you, Komaeda reaches you.

"Sorry," He pants. "I woke up a little late. I was excited to be your accompanist today." 

You nod, and you let him into the room before locking it behind you.

"Is it a habit?" 

You nod. You reach for the small whiteboard on your desk, and you glance at him.

"Did you practice the scales?"

Komaeda shakes his head. "Sight-reading. Shall we start?"

His fingers glide on the keys as you warm up your voice. To him, you were like the moon. Or... the sun perhaps? The way your voice lit up the room, welcoming the new day. Komaeda watches the sunrise through the window when he's finished with the scales. You resembled him, the ancient god of music that the Greeks adored. The sun kisses your face, and you turn to stare at Komaeda. 

"Hm?" You smile at him. "Did you practice the piece?"

"I read over it this morning," Komaeda chuckles. "It was the reason I was late."

"Ah," You smile. "I see."

"You're talking now?"

"After warming up my voice," You smile. "I talk for a little in the morning. When I wear out from speaking, I have to rest my voice."

"Why so?"

"If I don't," You stare at the clock on the wall. "Then I will talk too much."

Komaeda's eyes widen as you finish packing. "Too much?"

You throw your bookbag over your shoulder and open the door. Komaeda rushes after you with his bookbag and chuckles. "You like talking?"

"Yes," Komaeda hears the way your voice shifts to air, and he smiles. 

"Then I look forward to our conversations."

"As well as I," You separate from him to your first class, while he meets up with his classmates. 

Komaeda finds that you do like talking. During the times when you're not busy preparing for your song, the two of you hang out at the town's cafe. The school was built in the mountains purely for musical purposes. Komaeda watches you shine with the sun as it rises out of the mountains. The glow embraces you, covering you in an untouchable veil. Yet, as you hold your hand out to him in the morning, Komaeda is able to touch the light, even if it burns him for a moment.

To you, Komaeda resembles a moon. His hair is fluffy like clouds, and the way his eyes are a bright green almost resembles a clean pasture. One where the moon kisses the morning dew goodbye and the tired trees goodnight. When the two of you finish practice for the evening, Komaeda stares at you, the moon shining above his head. Just as you bring in a new day, he welcomes the evening. You reach for him, even if it costs you a bite from the cold, because the sun adores the moon and never stopped chasing after it.

It comes as a flower field first.

"Did you know? My mom used to grow these when I was younger," Komaeda stares at the plant. "They're a symbol of hope apparently."

Then, it comes as an itch in the back of your throat.

You unscrew your thermos, and finish the rest of your water. 

"Are you alright? Should we stop today?" Komaeda glances at your empty thermos. "Your throat sounds scratchy."

"It's fine," You swallow. "I'm going to refill this. I'll be back."

You walk to the fountain slowly. There isn't anything that slows you down, yet the itch in your throat feels foreign. It doesn't feel like a cold or a scratchy throat. It's almost as if something were alive back there. You pause that train of thought. What the hell could live in your throat? You pause to stare at the flowers on campus and turn to head to face the fountain. An uneasy feeling bubbles in the back of your mind.

The rest of practice flows as normal. 

You sit to the side as Komaeda practices his piano piece before the two of you lock the room. The same feeling from before claws at you. You feel something crawl up your throat, and you burst into a coughing fit. Komaeda pauses in his playing to rush over to you, and you spit something out from your mouth.

"Are those... flower seeds?"

"What the fuck?" You stare at the seeds in your hand. 

"Should we take you to the nurse? I can pack our stuff up quickly-"

As Komaeda turns around to pack your things, you pull something from your tongue. A petal. A gladiolus petal. It's the same stupid flower that Komaeda told you his mom grew. You stare at the petal, and then grimace at yourself. How pathetic.

"I'm fine," You mince the petal with your fingers and head to your bag. "Keep practicing. I'll just retire early for tonight. I have a second key in my dorm. Be sure to lock up properly."

"Are you sure?" Komaeda glances at you as he catches the keys.

"Yes," You swallow again. "I'll text you tomorrow. This shouldn't be something that bad."

It's better the next day. If anything, the coughing and scratching stops for three days completely. You don't think of it as much until the next time you're coughing your lungs out again. The scratches feel worse than before. Yet, this time, it's still only petals. Four petals come out of your mouth each time you cough. You call off practice with Komaeda for a week until your throat returns to normal. It's some weird mood swing your throat keeps hissing out.

"Are you alright? Are you sure we can have practice today?" Komaeda frets.

"Yes," You finish the water. "I promise."

Your voice is a little raspy from the coughing, but you manage to finish practicing with him. You sit down to review your piece, while Komaeda practices his. The sound of keys flutters through the room, and you grimace at your song. You're throwing up literal flowers for someone yet you still can't convey what the song means. It's ironic. You stare at the lyrics. It's hard to digest. It's as if your mind refuses to listen to the words. You want to sing it. But your mind won't accept it. You don't want to be someone who loves like that.

You frown at your music while Komaeda dances with his. His allegros prance around the room, pulled along by eight notes and sixteenth notes. His legatos pull your heart along slowly, swinging you gently in his arms, spinning you around in his arms. He tugs at your heartstrings, and you give them to him. Even if the familiar crawling in the back of your throat returns, you don't stop listening. His music brings you life, as yours brings him peace.

The moon eats away at the sun slowly. The petals start out small. They don't bother you that much at first. Then, they grow. Slowly. You hate it. It's disgusting. Your voice grows more ragged with each day. You can still sing, it's just your voice doesn't seem to come out properly. Some days the petals are extra bad. Other days they're more mellow, and they don't sting as much. The doctor tells you you have six months to live unless you decide to get the surgery.

You don't want it.

An artist's life is tied to their heart. The mere fact that your emotions could be destroyed forever because of a surgery was horrifying. You would rather die with lungs filled with flowers than a heart devoid of emotion. Music is dead without a heart to pull along. You stare at Komaeda, and you feel your lungs compress. Ah. Another coughing fit.

Komaeda rushes over to you, leaving his papers a mess near the piano. It hurts worse this time. But the second Komaeda raises his voice to call a friend, your hand meets his phone.

"I'm fine," Your voice is hoarse. "This year's fall cold is just affecting me extra bad."

Komaeda doesn't believe you, but the way your eyes plead him to drop it makes him hang up. He grimaces, and instead, he ends practice for the day. The two of you pack up, and he walks you back to your dorm.

You stare up at the moon. "Whatever causes night in our souls will leave behind stars." you whisper.

"The stars love the moon," Komaeda smiles. "But the moon loves the sun, just as the sun chases the moon for eternity."

You close your eyes as your hand wraps around the handle.

"But the sun turns colder with each cycle," You mumble. "And one day, it will inevitably burn out while chasing the moon."

You call off practice for three weeks, unable to sing for a week, and then recover the next two. Komaeda drops by your dorm's drop-off box, leaving you notes from class and herbal tea. He wishes you a speedy recovery. Your lungs tighten with each letter he sends, and although you don't throw up any more petals, your lungs still burn. It hurts. Loving someone who doesn't love you hurts. It burns the back of your throat. You contemplate dropping out completely. You can't do that. You need to graduate.

You return to practice three weeks later with an even bigger thermos and a scarf around your neck. Komaeda worries that you aren't fully recovered, but anymore delay would mean that you couldn't nail the entire song into your mind. You need a pianist to bring it to life for you.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," You cough lightly. "Let's start."

The song, Komaeda realizes, is cruel. Unrequited love is cruel. But even as he hears your voice grow scratchier each day, he realizes something. This can't be a cold. Your throat doesn't scratch for that long, especially if you're taking care of your voice like each day is your last. It's something else. Komaeda stares at the way you sing the song, brows furrowed in concentration. Your voice is smooth, yet something pains it. 

He's not stupid. He knows you're sick with something more chronic. But he doesn't know what it is. You have no symptoms except for coughing. On the other hand, he struggles with his vision. His tears burn away at his eyes. He seldom cries. The damages are minimal, but with you sick and him unable to turn a blind eye, he'd rather suffer than put more on your plate. But the sound of twinkling each time he feels his heart burn eats away at his eyes. 

So the two of you keep to yourselves. 

It's companionship. It's not friends. You aren't friends. You aren't close. The two of you are no more than accompanist and performer. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to you as your lungs are eaten away, and his ability to see color is destroyed. It doesn't matter as the flowers you throw up turn into bulbs, and his tears start forming actual crystals. It doesn't matter, because both of you are musicians pulled along by your ability to love. 

You find it harder and harder to sing each day with Komaeda. It's hard. Your throat burns. Your voice box hurts. After each song, you're burning and crying and scratching for air. But you can't remove your stupid feelings, or else your ability to feel might be removed with it. You have to graduate. It doesn't matter if you never get loved back. You'll die before you get the chance to.

"Komaeda," You sit down one day.

"Yeah?"

"I have hanahaki." You open your thermos, and Komaeda's jaw drops.

"H-hanahaki? How? Who are you in love with?"

"I can't tell you who," You stare at the tea in your hand. "But I just wanted to let you know. I'll probably die right after the performance. I have... three months left... maybe?"

"You can't die," Komaeda stares at you. "If you die then how the hell am I going to recover from my sickness?"

"You're sick?"

Komaeda stares at you in the eye for the first time since the two of you have met. His eyes are pale without color. There's a little green left, and your eyes widen in horror. 

"How long? Who are you in love with?" You rush, and your hands meet his face, staring into his eyes in a mixture of horror and fear. "Komaeda? Are you alright? You can't lose your vision! How are you going to sight-read?!"

Komaeda stares up into your eyes, a smile on his face. "A name for a name?"

You swallow.

"You go first."

"No," Komaeda shakes his head. "You go first."

You shake your head. "I can't."

"Then neither can I," He smiles. "Why won't you tell them?"

"They don't love me back," You smile, a painful look in your eyes. Komaeda wants to assure you that it'll be fine, but he knows it won't. 

Komaeda isn't in love with you. You realized that when you watched him stare at Hinata in his friend group. You, the lyre player and vocalist, fell for a man who fell in love with his best friend. It hurts. His burns away at his eyes, while yours burns away at your lungs. Komaeda fell for his best friend. He thinks it's pathetic. You think you're pathetic. You're the stranger in this story. You never belonged. Komaeda has a place as a friend; you have no place in this friendship.

Komaeda loses all ability to see color one day.

It comes slow, and when you open the door to the room, you drop your bag in horror. His eyes are colorless.

"I can't see color anymore," Komaeda laughs, tears running down the side of his cheeks. "So? How are your lungs?"

"It isn't the time!" Your lungs hurt right now. "How are you going to see?"

"Without the presence of the sun, what lights up the shadows," He smiles, the tears dried on his cheeks. "There is nothing-"

"Moonlight. Moonlight will illuminate it. Even when the sun goes down, even in the places where the sun doesn't reach. The moon will be there." You hold Komaeda's hands and stare up at him. The flowers burn in the back of your throat. It doesn't matter. He has to live. You can't live your last months without him. "Please, Komaeda, you need to be able to see in color, or else everything you play will be in black and white."

Komaeda smiles at you. "How long will it take?"

"It wont," You grimace. "You can't heal star tears."

Komaeda leans into the palm of your hand. 

"How I wish it were you instead."

"Maybe then I wouldn't be coughing up flowers," You stare at him. "Do you? I wish it were you too."

Komaeda smiles. "Take a rest for today?"

"I can sing on my own," You smile. "Take your time."

The flowers crawl up your throat quickly. It becomes less of a thing of will you survive, and more of a will you be able to sing at your graduation. You have to be able to sing, or else you won't be able to graduate. You hate this. You hate yourself. You hate everyone else. How come you can't have a love that's returned? Your song mocks you. The crescendos taunt you, and the diminuendos pull you down into an endless spiral. Your fortes grow harder and harder, and the pianos laugh at you for being in love with someone who doesn't love you back.

"Let's take a walk today," Komaeda stares at your sick form. "Please?"

You grab the lyre with you in case.

His eyes are dull without color. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom since it's spring. The pink catches in your hair, and you don't brush it off. Slipping off your shoes, your toes meet the grass. It's calming. The pink doesn't remind you of the flowers you throw up anymore. It provides you with a sense of peace. That even as the gladiolus flowers bloom in your chest, the cherry blossoms on the tree still blossom and dance in the wind. You smile.

Komaeda stares at you, his heart light. You look happier.

You strum the strings on the lyre, spinning under the tree. Your lungs feel lighter. Your heart had forgotten how to breathe. It doesn't matter anymore. If you would die, you would go out like a star. Burning until there's nothing left to burn and bursting the world back into color for Komaeda. There had been a legend that star tears were reversible with the right conditions, and you would meet those before you go.

"Komaeda-kun! Let's go see the stars tonight!" You beam at him.

Komaeda stares at you, a gentle smile on his face this time. "Sure." anything to make you happy.

Komaeda pauses. Anything to make you happy? He stares at the way you dance under the tree, a blissful smile on your face. You. He was in love with you. His heart clenches, and he sighs. You were in love with someone else. There was no way his luck would play into his hand this time. He wondered what you wanted to do under the stars. Maybe you would laugh and tell him who you really liked. It didn't matter. He stares at the way the sun paints your skin, and the way you seem to glow. If the moon loved the sun until she was burned dry, then Komaeda was more than willing to dry out for you.

Night falls, and as you sneak out your dorm, the stars seem to sparkle brighter than before.

"Why'd you call me out so late?" Komaeda catches you in his arms, and you smile down at him.

"Because the stars hear your prayers, and the moon answers them." You pull him along under the stars. Komaeda passes the endless music buildings and classrooms as you pull him higher and higher up the main building. Komaeda watches the way your hair flies behind you, and for a moment, he thinks the moon is a much better fit for you. The moon embraces you with her warmth, yet it doesn't suit you. Komaeda hopes this moment never ends.

You finally slow down, and Komaeda stares at the glass conservatory on the roof of the school. It was for the few who studied astrology at the school. He wonders how you found this place. But then again, when has the sun never loved the moon with their whole heart? And Komaeda realizes. 

"Hm? I heard there was a meteor shower, so I thought we could sit here as the astrology students watched in the grass field." You smile at him. "Hm?"

"A meteor shower?"

"There was a rumor," You lie down on the tiles of the floor. "That anything can come true when it's a wish under a meteor shower. It was a story I heard from an astrologist student, haha."

Komaeda lies down next to you, and he stares at the grey sky. It's all grey. The sky looks black other than the stars sticking out. They look like freckles. Komaeda turns his neck to stare at you, and glances back up at the sky. Something is moving.

"They're here!" You beam, pointing up. 

Ah, those were shooting stars.

"Make a wish, Komaeda-kun," You close your eyes and clasp your hands together. Komaeda stares at the stars. He hoped you could recover from your sickness. He stares at the way your hands are clasped together almost childishly and how your brows are furrowed in concentration. He wonders what you wished for. Maybe for your own quick recovery? He didn't mind. 

The months fly by, and your coughing fits grow worse. You step into the doctor's office for the first time in months, right before your performance. Your lungs are full of flowers. It was a miracle that you could even speak right now. You have two days. One for the performance today and another for tomorrow to say your goodbyes. You rush back to change on time before the performance.

Art without heart is a scary thing. The crowd stares at the way you leave a trail of flowers behind you as you step onto the stage. Normally, it would be pretty, yet as you stop in front of the audience next to the piano, they see the way your dress is made of individual petals, which eventually turn into bloody flowers. It was a statement. The song was an experience you went through. But everyone's thoughts are stopped when you open your mouth. Despite the scratchiness from the damage from the gladiolus flowers, your voice is still honey to the ears.

Komaeda sways along with your voice, his fingers dancing on the keys. He follows you as you climb the crescendo, and he follows you as your voice skips down the diminuendo. The ritardando turns your spinning into a sway; the accent makes you bounce on stage. Your voice is full of life despite the meaning behind the words. Your heart is being eaten away. A slice of your heart is provided for their happiness. A piece of your lung is given for their joy. You're being eaten away at by your over. And as you hit the final note and bow, a flurry of flowers slip past your lips, finishing the tale.

Komaeda rushes over to you as you stumble, catching you in his arms. You stare up at him, a smile on your face. A little bit of blood slips past your lips, and he wipes it with his thumb, his other arm hooked behind your waist.

"I love you," You smile.

Komaeda stares at you, his heart suffocating his chest. 

"I love you too," He presses his lips to yours, and the once silent crowd cheers.

And as his lips meet yours on the stage, the colors burst back into his vision, painting you the most gorgeous of colors. You look ethereal under the stage light. He could only dream of what you would look like under the sun in color again. He's in love with you, and he could only be in ecstasy over the fact that you're in love with him too.

He leans his forehead against yours, his voice a whisper again.

"I love you too."

The flowers in your lungs blossom into nothing as the sun presses its lips to the moon's.

The stars twinkle in the distance.

#komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #danganronpa 2 #sdra2 x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #☾.fics

[nekobami]

Oh- it's just the other one.

They'll rent your house with u inside it and call you a dumbass

I just made it in some hours, very quickly just to- I dunno, maybe a profile pic?

OH ALSO, HAHAHAHA JERRICK TRAP'S OUT

Yay

I really wish I was talking about Jerrys and Ricks right now... Damn, my life is totally out of control

Anyway

I'll write some bot stuff and council stuff here, just to... Relax a bit

I missed writing a little longer posts

While I stopped drawing frequently I started to develop more the issue of the backstore and the context of Soft Bully's story

But... I ended up going too far. Like, I was very concerned about having an extremely well-constructed story full of stuff, and I ended up engaging some headcannons about the Council. Since they have a certain connection with my OCs, and are part of the context that I found. Speaking of the Council, MY GOD, what UNBEARABLE people.

I had to study the way they speak, see their participation and interactions all for my own instead of just copying and pasting some research that someone has already done, Do you know why?! BECAUSE NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE COUNCIL

AND IT'S TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE, because not even I cared, and even now I don't want to admit that I care

They were all portrayed as shallow villains before the legendary Rick & Morty Presents: Council of Ricks. If it weren't for this comic they would be 100% headcannons that I casually pulled from the depths of my clinically insane mind. I mean these guys just did terrible stuff because there was power in their hands and they could do that. ALL BY CONVENIENCE

What im trying to say is: I do roleplay. Roleplay It's my life. I've already interacted with most of the Rick & Morty bots in character A.I., and I'm so greedy that if any of you have bots from your OCs, GIVE ME LINKS. I LOVE. I'll hug them, I'll make them pancakes and I'll give them hello kitty plushies.

Talking about the bot;

I've already rewrote my bots a few times.

When I started making them, I realized that the Council in particular had difficulty detaching itself from the example messages. He didn't show much of the Ricks' personality. However, after writing the model for each Rick, I noticed a big improvement.

To be able to make a bot that had a minimum of depth and coherence in the roleplay, I had to make the information dynamic, and I can say that even after everything I did about them, I didn't learn anything. I built the code base with another info that I had already built when I started creating bots and changed it to a model I saw on Tik Tok.

The original model I saw on TikTok looks something like this:

Char("name of the bot")

Age("set age" + "adicional info")

I realized that when programming a bot, you cannot use ":", or the bot will see this as a message to be memorized. I also discovered that the model is not mandatory and the bases are fully customizable, anyway you can make the information more dynamic to the bot organizing it in any way you want since it doesn't recognize it as a message.

So, instead of using the model for a single character for the bot, I separated the Ricks and described their traits.

Most of the code are headcannons... I mean, what can I do? It's instinct!

This is how Prime Rick's code looks like:

Prime Rick- council("hairstyle is shoved hair in the sides" + "curly hair" + "cut scar behind his neck" + "Show Leader-like traits, but is often overshadowed and sidelined by Rick IV's aggressive leadership" + "Serious, level-headed" + "He cares about others but has a lot of difficulty showing it" + "Prefers to define appropriately fair punishments rather than exaggerated ones" + "knows the cidatel is bad but feels like it's too late for it to change" + "Gets angry with offenses directed at himself but not the ones direct to his authority" + "Overall, he doesn't care much about it, he knows he's part of the Council and doesn't need to reaffirm it or deny it when someone says otherwise" + "Is confident, has the upper hand in flirt when alone with the one he love" + "Hides a relationship with Rick C-197 from the council.")

If the Council remains good as they're right now, I won't need to rewrite them. In this case, I'm going to apply the same method to fix one of my first bots: DJerry.

#rick and morty #art #rick sanchez #Prime Rick (council) #Bot #c.ia #headcannon #Council of Ricks #haha im so calm now #now #I can #ha- haha now i can have another nervous breakdown watching Jerrick Trap

[volfoss]

Doll project under cut, introductory post (i guess???) To my Frankenstein doll project 1/????

So i got this Angel of Dream body for dirt cheap because she's very very damaged. It's hard to see in the pics I have here but she's very unevenly yellowed (which happens when resin is exposed to sunlight, I don't mind yellowing at all but this doll was wearing clothes that protected SOME of the body and not others, leaving splotches of yellowing that were darker than the others). It's a decent body but it arrived to me absolutely COVERED in what I'm assuming is maybe pen marks???? And far more yellowed than I expected.

I was thankfully able to get the pen marks off but the frustration did NOT end with that. She refused to stand and was generally very unstable, to the point where to get her stable, I used a stick and a half of hot glue to stabilize her joints as well as wiring her (putting wire through the legs). I nearly had to cut off part of the back of her legs to get the posing to work. It was BAD. Her joints were double joints but they really only functioned as single joints due to how badly the legs and arms were made, so the joint limitation was the main thing the hot glue and wiring fixed. She now poses VERY good which was my first win with this project. Before I even started with the faceup, I also sanded the nipples down a bit because 1. I could tell they would poke through any clothes I would put her in and 2. I wanted an excuse to do something funky with them (ie how some top surgeons stitch around your nipples to reattach them, that's my VERY rough idea of what I'm going to do with them. If that doesn't work out, then silly tattoos on them (this doll would do silly stick and poke tattoos))

^ you can SLIGHTLY see the yellowing here but the lighting was bad so please trust me it is VERY uneven.

Before I got this doll, I wanted to use just how drastic the yellowing was in some areas as a fun part of the doll instead of trying to remove it. Inspiration struck with her arms (which basically have the equivalent of a doll farmers tan) and I realized I could do a full body project with making the doll sort of like Frankenstein's monster, in the way of making it look like there was a ton of body parts sewn together in the areas the resin didn't match. I could blush it to play up the differences and paint on faux stitch lines and the concept was really coming together as I waited for the doll to come in the mail.

I ordered a head from the same seller (along with another body for a different doll) and needed to really put the work in to get it just right. She had a pretty normal faceup and i needed to do something that was very NOT normal, wanting to add stitches and uneven marks to her face. By this point I was pretty much just hoping for the best.

The head (a Doll in Mind Eunbi) is a GORGEOUS sculpt with a lot of character and personality and as soon as I removed the faceup, I KNEW it was the perfect match for this project.

Her faceup was pretty damaged and she had uneven yellowing on her forehead, as well as a TON of tape residue around her headcap. Due to her age (the head was released in 2006!!!), her headcap didn't have any magnets on it to hold it on so tape was a popular choice to keep it on! I don't particularly mind but I did want to get her cleaned up and highlight some of her uneven yellowing too!

I wiped the faceup and was met with a first for me: the eyebrows and lips were stained onto the head! I tried multiple faceup removers and it didn't work but thankfully a magic eraser removed the rest of it! Here's the head blank!

She is SUCH a cutie!! And the resin matched decently close to the body which was HONESTLY a blessing in disguise as I didn't expect them to match nor care if it matched because of all the work I'd be doing on it. At this point in the project, I had gotten my mockup done and realized that using paint would be much easier. I had already painted a doll head to match so I was not super worried about that part of it, and I had paints that I felt would look good on there, so paint it was! I laid out where I wanted the scars on her face (each line is a stitch line and I am using 3 different paint colors, leaving one section to be the natural resin color. One of the outlines is where the yellowing on her forehead is less bad, meaning I will do a scar in that shape) and did the same on the upper bits of the body. Doing the same tactic I did on Dindrane with doing it half of the body at a time seemed the best way forward, so I sealed and mapped out the bust and arms properly before continuing on my many layers of sealant.

^ the other arm looked the same so no point in including pics of it 👍 I plan on mostly keeping the yellowed resin unpainted to really highlight it and paint a lot of the body and head, purposefully playing up the asymmetrical designs where I can! This is very much going to be a multi post ordeal because honestly there is NO way picture wise that I could do it all in one post lmao

Bonus pic of her pre faceup removal on the body ↓

Her eyelashes were CRAZY long and bent into the eye so it was my first step with removing the faceup lol but you can see that it matches pretty well with the body from being from 2 different companies and different ages!

#twist rambles #bjd posting #Frankenstein wip #<- no name yet lol #accidentally posted this before lmao i just am typing up a real long post for her #basically. this is gonna be a lot of long posts to document this because its easily one of my biggest doll projects yet 👍

[silvakristiina]

Mystery Island testers wanted :3

Okay, ready for some test files?

My Mystery Island is finally on the edge of being done. There’s still some lots that need to be finished and the world itself needs a little tweaking. I have encountered problems myself lately, like realizing I can’t ad a lot on top of CAW items or they’re gone, no big deal, but I can’t seem to be able to place my diving spot. I have before, but the world has taken me over two years to get this far, and I have probably forgotten a massive amount of things and changed so many things, that I don’t know where the problem is. Maybe I have accidentally raised the sea level?

Anyway, I would love to get some feedback and ideas at this point. I’m getting so bored with this world, but I want to get in done. More info and pics below the cut. Don’t look at the crappy pics if you still want to keep it as a secret!

So you were interested enough? Awesome ;)

The community lots are ment to be played with rabbit hole rugs, that are not used in these lots atm. I try to keep the CC to a minimum. I’ve cleaned the lots from Arezzo bathroom counter with Custard, but the lots contain items from Fana build set. The other CC should be package files, and they are hopefully all listed down in a file. Some lots like Majakkamestarin tupa and Villa Haave are not ready indoors. I have huge problems with style in Villa Haave. If you have ANY ideas how to make it look like it’s a bit expensive sea side hotel in the 90′s in Finland, give me a hint. I’m currently not liking at all :D

I have had to make some massive compromises in this world, because I don’t want a load of compulsory CC and anyway, it’s just a life simulator, it can’t be how I want it..... And of course I want it to be playable to a certain extent. This is ment for my storytelling purposes (like I ever get that far) and I appreciate more scenery and realisticness over smooth play, but I would like to upload the ready world to be playable. Villa Haave has some routing errors and the world is due to have some anyway, but I’d like to lessen it as much as possible. The cabins are furnished just for this reason, but they might not be really working because they are so tiny.

If you really bother downloading and installing these, please give me direct feedback! The island is totally not how I visioned it to be, and naturally there are some reasons it can’t be totally realistic, but because of having to compromise I fear the result is just blah boring. And of course all the lots are on different chunks, so they’re not perfectly loaded when taking pictures, which is my pet peeve in Sims 3 :(

These pictures reveal it all but the worlds name, but you shall find out.

Random world items. There’s a lot on the port, but the shed disappears if a lot is placed on it, so it’s just as it is in CAW.

Majakkasaari (The lighthouse island): Majakkamestarin tupa, Majakanvartijoiden tupa (ment to be a base camp), and sauna. There’s also a wood shed, toilet and a small empty lot, where I’m putting a CC ticket sale booth to the lighthouse). (You guessed it, majakka means lighthouse.)

Kirnusaari: Saaristolaismuseo and mökki 1

Kokkosaari: Luotsitupa, Kahvila, mökki 1, mökki 2

Ranta (why on earth the stairs look blue?)

Lintusaari: Merentutkimuslaitos, mökki 1, kalastusmaja

And finally the link to SFS: https://simfileshare.net/folders/edit/131914/

Thank you for your interest! <3

Edit: Oh no! I have used the letter "ä" on the lot names! 🤦🏼‍♀️ I hope that doesn't cause any problems... 🙈 I remembered to change it to an "a" in the world name only 😅

Edit: spotted some missing windows in the cafe and wall endings in kalastusmaja from the photos, oops... 🙈

[sheliesshattered]

As expected, this weekend was all about handsewing on the narrow black and gold trim to the RRD overdress. I sewed in between tasks for making mushroom and wild rice soup, and I sewed while Jack and I rewatched the four hour Snyder cut of Justice League. I sewed all through my phone call with my mom on Saturday, and in between selecting cards in All Bad Cards during family game night on Sunday.

But the good news is that I'm actually making progress! Slow progress, since I'm sewing down each long edge of the trim with a separate length of thread, and doing about eight stitches per inch on each side. But my technique is getting better and faster, and I figured out why I was getting tiny bumps here and there in the first bit I sewed down. So I'm starting to feel like this stage of the project is possible, and that I might even be able to finish it before the end of June.

Sometime on Friday I realized that the really slow and fiddly part of this is getting the first edge of the trim sewn down. That's the side that I'm lining up with the seam itself, just barely overhanging it so the seam is never actually visible. That requires lining up my stitches super carefully, while making sure I'm not getting any weird bubbles or ripples in the trim or the fabric, and nudging the trim back into place for each and every stitch -- about eight of them, every inch.

By comparison, the second edge of the trim goes much faster, since it's really just smoothing out the 1/8" wide trim and sewing through the red silk and the black organza seam finishing on the inside. It's not quite mindless handsewing, but it's pretty close. Before that realization, I had been sort of leapfrogging back and forth between them pretty often -- sewing down the first side for three or for inches, then sewing the second side to the same point, then switching back to the first side. It was a lot of switching around and wasting time without any real benefit.

So for the last part of Friday and all of Saturday, I focused on just getting as much of the first side sewn as possible, leaving the second edge just free flapping for now. Then on Sunday when I couldn't sit at my sewing table and instead had to sew with the dress on my lap on the couch while playing games and chatting with family over a Discord voice call, I was able to do the second edge much faster and easier with very little attention paid to it.

As of Monday morning, I have one length of trim from armscye to hem completely sewn down, and the matching seam on the other side has its trim attached the whole way down, and then sewn on the second edge about a third of the way down. The third of the four underarm seams has the first edge of the trim sewn down to a few inches below the waist, may not quite halfway to the hem, and the top few inches just below the armscye has the second edge sewn down too, just because I had a loose bit of thread that I wanted to use there lol. With some creative folding I was able to get all three into that second picture, with the first pic showing just the finished top few inches right under the armscye.

We're back in the workweek now, but I think I should be able to make some pretty good progress, aside from a meeting tomorrow and lunch appointment on Wednesday. The way the dress is divided up, with its ten panels, there are these four seams that end at the armscye in the underarm region, and then there are four seams that go over the shoulder, two front and two back, two right and two left. Those seems meet pretty cleanly at the shoulder seam, but they'll also be overlapped slightly by the wide neckline trim eventually.

So I'm thinking that once these four underarm trim lengths are done, I may switch my technique and do one long stretch of trim from back hem up to shoulder seam then down the front to the hem again, without stopping. Then repeat that on the other side, and that'll be eight of the nine seams that are getting trim done (since the center back doesn't get any trim at all, just grommets). I want to save center front and the sleeve cuffs for last, so that hopefully they'll look the nicest.

And once the center front trim is in place, I can switch gears again and start in on the much wider neckline trim. And then beading! And grommets! And finally a hem! And finishing the underdress handsewing at some point in there too! And making a little bag to carry my stuff in! And maybe if I'm lucky I'll still have time to pull together another cosplay or two to round out my Dragon Con schedule!

I can keep hoping, anyway. There's about 80 days until Dragon Con, 11 weeks and just a couple of days, and those last days really should be for laundry and packing and any last minute adjustments. 11 weeks to get it all done. I should probably get back to handsewing.

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Headcanon - Lightning's Deliveries

Not sure how many are even aware, but in the about of Lightning, I mention that she occasionally (rarely) works as a delivery girl. She doesn't do that for just any company, no, she does it for NaNext - which is my made-up company which is supposed to be similar to the big names on the onlineshop-world. (You know what I mean, amzn for example)

Lightning came across the owner of this whole business really early in her hero-career - before she even chose to be a hero, actually. She met the girl owning this - her name being Nanette (and I haven't bothered to give her a last name yet) - shortly after her abilities showed the first time, and she got help from her and food and a place to stay, and will forever be grateful to have her as a friend. That delivery service that they occasionally offer is available only whenever Lightning marks herself as ready to take on something, it's very very expensive (don't ask me for a precise sum, idk, more than standard deliveries and more than express deliveries) but for that price you get your thing - as long as it isn't anything too big to handle - within 5 minutes. It's always popular whenever it's available; people have tried the weirdest things to escape actually having to pay the fee when they realized that the delivery indeed happened easily within 5 minutes; and it is through this that Lightning earned herself a good bunch of money to use whenever she needs it.

Below the cut, find a pic that I made in a char creator I recently started to use (recolor.me) how her uniform looks during these deliveries.

The hat would also have the logo of NaNext on it (which, again, I have not yet bothered to design).

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