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faeriichaii · 4 months

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There's just inches in between us ~ Thorin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ok so I just am really obsessed with that one juicy part from the song shameless (I actually don't like the song I just literally listen to that one part on loop) and I immediately thought about Thorin so I guess that's his song now :p Also I literally never have written any kind of smut in my life before so this is totally new 😔😔 I really hope you guys like it!! And have fun 🥰

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut with plot (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering Kinda enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, kinda fluff?? ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 4.1k (oops lmao) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: No :) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You were the princess of another kingdom, meant to marry none other than the dwarven King Thorin from the lonely mountain. You rarely get the chance to talk to him and decide to visit him the night before the wedding, asking him to give you some attention.

The carriage, you were sitting in was rocking from side to side as you slowly approached your destination. Your hands holding tightly onto the dark green dress you were wearing. Gold details were stitched delicately on the upper half of the garment, making up swirls, as well as flowers. You tried to pretend to be listening to your father, who still was talking about your upcoming marriage. Arranged marriage. Your father set up an arranged marriage between your kingdom and Erebor. The thought of being wed to an unknown man made your stomach churn. “(Y/N) are you listening? This is very important for you to know and accept.” “My king, I apologize for my rudeness but I do not wish to hear anymore about this matter.” You were beyond upset and hurt about the decision your father, the king of Thuiniel, took without even your consent. It’s not like he needed consent. A warning would have been nice. Any kind of sign so you would have known that you will move away from home. So you would have known that you will no longer be a free woman and instead be the wife of another king. So you would have known that you will become a queen to an unknown kingdom.

Your fathers’ eyes mustered you sadly, understanding your attitude towards him. “(Y/N), I know you are hurt and I know you are mad at me, however you yourself know that it will be the best for the kingdom.” The kingdom. During the years, Thuiniel has seen and faced a major number of wars. Most of them went well for you, however nowadays the kingdom is in need of support from anyone they can get. Your two older sisters have been married for years to different parts of Middle-Earth, which resulted in an alliance between these three kingdoms. But even they can’t constantly send support towards Thuiniel. So your father decided to search for another alliance that can give him the resources he needs. And this resulted in you receiving the news just a week prior to the wedding.

A sigh left your lips as you looked out of the small window in the carriage. Trees were lining the path you were traveling on. Your gaze settled on the palace that was built deep into the mountain. “Do you know any important information about Erebor?” You asked your father, eyes still locked on your destination. Normally you would have looked into various books and scrolls in your library before travelling to another kingdom, but the news of your marriage shocked you so immensely, that you already despised everything that had anything to do with it. “Erebor is known for their massive mine, as well as the various jewels and gold they keep deep inside of the mountain.” A hum left your lips as you tried to remember the words you father continued to spill about your future kingdom.

A sudden jolt of the carriage made you realize that you just arrived at your destination. The wooden door opened as a hand was held inside. Your father stood up, took the hand and left you alone in the carriage. You took a deep breath before following your father out of the small compartment. Once outside, you looked around at the trees and the nature surrounding the palace, before focusing on your future home. Home. The thought left a bitter taste on your tongue. “King Thorin Oakenshield, it is very nice to make your acquaintance.” Your father said, before bowing down in front of a dwarf. “Let me introduce you to my lovely daughter, princess (Y/N). Your soon-to-be-wife.” Thorin looked at you before giving you a short nod. You bit your tongue, in order to not snap at his attitude towards you. Taking the material of your dress in your hand, you curtsied and whispered a soft ‘It is nice to make your acquaintance’ towards the king.

After the short introduction, you were shown around the castle as well as parts of the mine underground. The king however was not in attendance. Night approached quickly and you excused yourself after dinner to finally get some alone time in your chambers. On your way you stumbled upon the library of Erebor. Deciding to take a peek, you opened the door. Books and scrolls were lining the shelves of the room. A dwarf was in front of one of the shelves, his attention now on you instead of the book in his hands. “You must be our future queen. Welcome to the palace’s library.” He bowed down in front of you. “My name is Balin, how can I help you?” “Please just call me (Y/N). You smiled softly at the nice man. “I was wondering if you have any good books about Erebor? I should have informed myself about the kingdom before my arrival but I had… difficulties.” “Of course (Y/N). Let’s see…” He was walking around the room, taking the ladder attached to the shelf with him. “Ah this should be a good start.” His hands grabbed a thick leather-bound book that has the words ‘History of the lonely Mountain’ in gold etched into it. Taking it in your own hand you thanked him, before leaving and trying to find your chambers once more.

A yawn left your lips as you quietly ate your breakfast. You have read a little more than you would like to admit and totally forgot the time yesterday night. The history written down in the book completely captivating you. Your gaze fell from your father to the other few people who were chatting happily with each other, until your eyes stopped at the man who sat on your right. Your soon-to-be-husband. His hair was braided on each side of his face. You remember reading about some of the customs of dwarven culture and how important their hair (beard included) is to them. You take a sip of the tea that was specifically prepared for you, trying to stifle another yawn.

“Have you not slept enough?” Thorin asks from beside you his voice a slight hint of irritation. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance at his question. “My apologies my king, I lost track of the time yesterday.” “What have you been reading?” Cutting into the eggs that were served in front of you, you took a big bite. “I have been reading about the History of Erebor. As a future Queen I would like to learn as much about my kingdom as I can.” “How come you did not study about the kingdom before your arrival?” Setting down your cutlery, you looked at him with annoyance. One of his eyebrows was raised as he waited for your answer. Was he mocking you? “I did not have enough time to remember all the details from Erebor. Especially because a certain someone wished for the marriage to happen as soon as possible.” Your father had told you that normally you would have a few months in advance to get to know your husband and roughly around a year for the marriage. However, Thorin apparently requested that the marriage happens as soon as possible, which resulted in the date being set in a month from now on. After hearing the news, you didn’t just simply dislike your husband but despised him. You still were mad at your father after he told you this new information yesterday, however your hate now mostly lay on Thorins shoulders.

The entire table was quiet as the air went heavy around the two of you. “The reason behind the date being set in a month is to ensure the safety of Thuiniel. Another war could be right around the corner and I would not wish to risk another empire be taken over by Orcs while I am getting married.” Anger flickered in his gaze. You continue eating your breakfast, not wanting to fuel the fire by arguing against the king. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally left the dinner room behind you, followed by your father. “(Y/N) we urgently need to talk.” He takes your arm and pulls you into his chambers. “Have you lost your mind?!” He angrily exclaims, flailing his arms around while walking up and down. “Father, I apologize but he just-“ “No! (Y/N) take a moment to think about your actions! Erebor was the best candidate for an alliance with our kingdom. This alliance can ensure the safety for several decades! You, arguing with the king, could result in him not being interested in the marriage anymore and Thuiniel falling into the hands of Orcs!” You bit down on your lip, as your head was lowered in shame. Your eyes focused on your shoes as you listened to your father’s rant.

He takes a deep breath, before walking towards you and taking your arms gently in his hands. “I know you are hurt and scared, but please please think about the wellbeing of Thuiniel.” A sigh left your lips. “I will father.” With that you left his chambers. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you searched the library, in order to take a good book with you and get your mind off of things. Upon entering the room, you could see Thorins back facing the door. Oh no. “Have you already found the scrolls Balin?” He asked, not looking up from the papers in his hands. You shifted from one foot to another as you decided if you should leave or stay. “I apologize my king, but I am not Balin. Listening to your voice, his eyes snapped up from the papers towards you. “How can I help you princess?” Biting down on your lip you thought a moment about what you should say in order to save the little chemistry you should have as the future royal couple. “I wanted to apologize for my behaviour earlier.” At that, Thorin lay his papers down, intently listening on what else you had to say. “I shouldn’t have reacted this way but neither did I expect a wedding announcement last week. I couldn’t prepare myself, neither did I get a proper chance on finding out who I am about to marry. It is a lot that suddenly falls on top of me and so many more things are piling up without a chance to properly think about anything to be honest.” You looked at the dwarf, who started to approach you. His gaze was locked on your eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. “One month will be enough time to get your head sorted through and get used to living in Erebor. We will get to know each other on the way there and you will learn how to be a queen.” He said, trying to reassure you. Gently, he takes your hand in his. Turning your palm upwards, he places something on top, before closing your fingers around it. “I also took the liberty of reading into your kingdom, Thuiniel, and the few customs you have. This is also the reason as to why I wanted the wedding to happen in a month. Your kingdom is in dire need of a strong alliance due to the wars that happened one after another and I can be of help. I never want to witness other kingdoms defeat due to an army of Orcs.” You blinked at the man in front of you, not exactly knowing how to respond to him. A smile stretched over your lips. “Thank you so much Thorin.” You left afterwards, heading towards your chambers. Opening your palm, you saw a small golden ring in your hand. Taking it between your fingers, you took a careful look of it. A green gem was present in the middle. Gold flowers were etched into each side of the gem, while a small diamond sat atop of the green one. The ring almost looked like a golden crown. Putting it on your ring finger you smiled softly. Maybe there was some hope.

The weeks passed in a storm and you got quite accustomed to living in Erebor. During your stay, you also got to know Thorins’ nephews Fili and Kili. Most of your time was spent with them, while they tell you all about how they got to win Erebor back with their uncle and several other dwarves. Balin also gave you some lessons on important things and events to know about Erebor as well as the dwarven culture. He emphasized on the fact that you have to offer Thorin a bead and braid a strand of his hair. “It will signify that he is a married dwarf and found his One.” He once said. One. It has been stuck in your mind for the past week. You wouldn’t call yourself his One. You haven’t even really gotten the chance to get to know him like he told you, so even if you were his One, you wouldn’t know. You did meet him more often than before however; the conversation was always kept to a minimum. The fact that he still is a mysterious man to you makes your heart twist painfully. You even knew Kilis and Filis entire live story by heart after just a week and can barely remember that he is also called Thorin Oakenshield? Unacceptable. And this is the sole reason as to why you are approaching his chambers after another uneventful day of you two only communicating for roughly ten minutes. Sitting on a chair by his desk, he raised an eyebrow at your intrusion.

“I thought I told you that if you needed anything, you can always ask Balin.” A sigh left your lips, as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. “Well Balin is not you now, is he?” Your arms were folded in front of you, gaze never leaving the king. “Listen Thorin, I have had enough. We barely talk with each other and I still only know your name. I don’t know anything about you and it annoys me. We are supposed to get married tomorrow and the only conversations we held was about sleep and our schedule of the day.” An exasperated sigh left his lips. “(Y/N) I really can’t deal with this or with you right now.” “Excuse me?” One of your eyebrows was raised as the words Thorin just muttered reverberate in your head. Anger slowly started to build up inside of you at his uncalled attitude.

“I think one month should have been enough time to get your head sorted through.” You spat at him. His eyes squint together, ready to say more but you cut him off. “You can’t constantly keep pushing me away. We have to share a lifetime together, if you want to or not. Just because you constantly find excuses to leave me behind and continue to do whatever else doesn’t mean-“ “Whatever else? I am trying to safe your kingdom! Your home!” “This is my home!” You yelled at him, face slightly tinted red. Even if you only have been in Erebor for roughly a month, you already accepted and loved it like it was your home. Which it was. “I love Thuiniel, but it is no longer my home. My father sent me here to marry you and get used to living in Erebor. Thuiniel is not as helpless as you make it out to be. My brother is the one in charge while my father is still here, waiting for the marriage to be fulfilled. My brother is capable of taking care of it and even if he needs help, we have other alliances and not just Erebor.” You take a breath to calm yourself down. “As a king you should not just take care of the kingdom but also of the people surrounding you. And for the time being I must admit, you are a bad king to me.” Thorin approaches you with a few quick strides. His hands lowered on each side of your thighs as he leaned into your personal space. “You dare to call me a bad king? Just because I don’t give you the attention you so desperately need?” His hot breath made your cheeks warm up. Eyes wide you stare into his blue ones, that shine with an unknown fire. You were about to say something, however the lump in your throat prevented you from muttering anything.

“You want attention princess? You shall get it.” His hand moved towards your face, pulling you towards his lips. Shocked at the sudden movement you gasped softly. Thorin took this as an invitation and deepened the kiss. You slowly started to relax into his arms, as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your mind still was a jumbled mess, however your body was in dire need of his touch as well as his warmth.

Untangling your arms from his neck, you moved up the bed, towards the headboard. Thorin followed you, never once breaking the kiss. His warm hand travelling toward your neck, while his other hand grasped onto your thigh. He somehow managed to position himself between your legs. Breaking apart from the kiss, the both of you had to catch your breath, red cheeks and eyes glazed over with a burning passion. “How much of my attention do you want?” Thorin asked, voice slightly deeper than normal. “I wish to have all of it.” Your hand gently held the side of his face, thumb stroking his rosy cheek. Eyes flitting from his eyes to his lips, you leaned towards him, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Tongues were entangling into each other while your fingers played with the strands of his hair. He moved from your lips across your face, towards your neck. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt his teeth sink into the skin beneath your jaw, marking you. His big hands travelled from your waist to your dressed boobs. Moving his head from your neck, he looked at your dress. “Turn around Amrâlimé. So I can undo your dress.” He quickly moved aside, as you turned around and let him unravel the corset. His fingers brushed against your back as you wished they would continue to travel along your body. “Stand up.” He ordered and you willingly complied. The sleeves of the dress travelled down, as the bodice slowly also moved to the floor, until you were only left in your panties.

“My beautiful queen.” He stood up from the bed and pulled you in by your waist. Your hands desperately grasping onto his neck, as he sat down on the plush mattress, making you straddle him. You felt his hard cock rub against the inside of your thigh. A soft moan escaped your lips. You wanted him. You needed him. Thorins hands slowly moved towards your breasts. Taking your nipples between his fingers he rolled them around. You leaned into his touch as you held onto his shoulders for some stability. Pants left your lips as you decided to grind on his cock, desperate for any kind of friction. Thorin let out a grunt, focussing on your left nipple with his left hand, while his lips rapped around the right one. A moan leaving your lips as his tongue flicked over it. After a few seconds he switched sides. The fingers of his right hand left a ghostly trail behind as they moved towards your awaiting core. Pushing your panties aside, his fingers moved through your wet folds.

A chuckle left his lips. “You really love my attention, don’t you?” The only thing you could do was nod, as he drew soft circles on your clit, making you immediately stop your grinding on his clothed dick. “I need a verbal response my queen.” He stopped moving his fingers around, making you whine at the loss. “Yes. Please.” A smirk was present on his lips as he left gentle kisses on your jaw. “Please what?” He teased as he continued to rub small circles. “Thorin I want you. I want your attention please.” As soon as these words left your lips you were thrown on the bed. Your legs were parted as Thorin began to undress himself. You watched his fingers work to undo the buttons of his shirt before pulling it over his head. Sitting up you let your hands travel from his broad shoulders, over his hairy chest and down his abs until they arrived at the happy trail that led to his hard cock. You slowly undid the button on his pants, before pulling them down together with his underwear. His dick sprung free. He was thick and hard, some precum already leaking from his tip. You carefully wrapped your hand around him, making him sigh contentedly at your touch. He felt warm and heavy around your fingers. You couldn’t even close your hand properly at his thickness. Moving your hand up and down slowly you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“My king, do you crave my attention as much as I crave yours?” You asked him, sweetly tilting your head to the side still holding onto him. “Yes. Yes I do Amrâlimé.” His hands grasped your shoulders, as he pushed you down on the matress. He spread your legs further apart, before taking off your panties and stepping between your legs. Goosebumps spread across your arms as your wet cunt was hit by the cold air. Thorins fingers immediately worked towards your core. You moaned as he let one of his fingers enter you. He pumped his digit inside you a few times before adding another finger. Your hands held onto his biceps as you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. His lips were on yours as he swallowed your desperate and high-pitched moans. The heat in your lower stomach made your toes curl as you slowly felt the familiar sensation approach. Suddenly it all was gone as Thorin pulled his fingers from you. You pouted at him sadly. “I want you to cum on my dick, not on my fingers.” He said, taking his dick in his hands and moving the tip between your folds. “Thorin.” You gasped as he made contact with your swollen clit. “Please.” You begged him. “What do you want my queen?”

His hands were holding you down by the waist, stopping you from moving around anymore. “I want you inside of me please. I want to feel you.” With that, Thorin lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. Your walls tightened around him making him groan out. A gasp escaped your lips at the slight burning sensation of the stretch inside you. He was big and you really felt it. Your hands held him close by his back, as he started to move inside you. Your spongey walls welcoming him in with every thrust he does. Your moans, mixed with his own grunts, echoed from the walls of his chambers. Each thrust made you feel closer to him and closer to heaven. His lips were on yours again, swallowing each sound you make. Warmth spread through your whole body as you felt the knot tighten in your lower regions. Thorin grabbed your thighs and bend them towards your shoulders. Loud moans escaped your lips at the new angle. His cock throbbing inside of you while your walls tightened around him. You knew you were close and so did he. Hence his finger moved toward your swollen clit. “Cum for me my queen. Cum on my dick.” You gasped at his words. The knot in your lower region came undone as you felt the bliss of your orgasm wash over you. Your nails still digging into Thorins back as he increased the speed of his thrusts until you felt his dick twitch before his warm cum filled you up.

After a few moments of still moving inside you he pulled out, making his cum drip out of your hole. He used his thumb to push his cum back into you. You moved your body properly on the bed, before hiding under the covers. Blush still visible. A chuckle left Thorins lips as he joined you under the covers. “This isn’t exactly what I meant earlier.” You mumbled, face still hidden partly by the blanket. He softly put a strand behind your ear, letting his hand stroke your cheek gently. “I promise you, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other. We will learn to love each other and I certainly will learn to give you the attention you need and deserve Amrâlimé.” He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Maybe the both of you really have the potential to be the missing puzzle pieces for each other. The Ones you need.

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balkanradfem · 5 months

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So I decided to learn to knit! I've never before found a way to ethically and cheaply get yarn. I found a little ball of yarn outside at some point, as one does, and saved it, but beyond that I didn't have any other tools. Then I saw a video showing how you can take a thrifted machine-knit sweater, and undo it back into yarn, and then just knit with that. Incredible, since I have a full box of old sweaters, I just need to figure out which ones are easily undone.

So I grabbed my little ball of found yarn, and then I needed some needles. I looked up what I could use instead, and found there's plenty of alternatives; pencils, chopsticks, wooden sticks for barbecue. Looking around my room I realized I had some very long paintbrushes; I tried to use them, and immediately realized they need to have a pointy end. I grabbed a pencil sharpener and sharpened them; only this made them very rough and splintered. I needed to sand them down, but I had no sandpaper, and then I remembered that recently someone gave me a flat tool that removes dry skin from feet. I sanded them down with that, and it actually worked, they worked perfectly like knitting needles. They're even the same size.

The knitters probably already know this, but if you start knitting for the first time, especially if it's winter and you're under a blanket, some ancient human instinct will activate and you will feel that you are doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing and everything is well and right with the world. Creating fabric is a powerful thing to do, in a society where everyone needs fabric to stay alive, and go outside, and I like having this power to myself.

I found out there are two basic types of stitches; knit stitch, and purl stitch. I liked the knit stitch better, on the basis that purl stitch had 'bad vibes'.

It knew before that most fabric will be woven, or knitted, or in some cases, crochet, so I got little curious, and studied each layer of clothing on me, and every single item of clothing was knit, and it was all a purl stitch. I got fascinated by this, wondering if this is true for most clothing, or if I just somehow prefer knit things on me because they're nice and stretchy. Looking into other fabrics, I could easily tell that all of the sheets, pillowcases and kitchen cloths were woven, and that they were much sturdier and less stretchy for it.

I looked at stuff in my closet, and found that I had a scarf, hat, and pants that were woven, but in very soft and warm fabric, and they were very sturdy and non-stretchy as well. I then wondered what was the logic behind it, and is there a traditional type of things that will be woven, that isn't just bedsheets and cloths?

I tried to find a video on youtube detailing that stuff, but no female-made video was found, so I'm now downloading several women-written audibooks on the topic of history of textiles. I think we should just take the power to make textiles back to us, because back when women were the maker of the cloth, it was just something we 'did out of the goodness of our hearts for our families' but it was also environmentally friendly, practical, sustainable and a beautiful, powerful craft. Now that m*n decided it's something to make money off, they created fast fashion, tons of waste and environmental damage, new types of slavery for workers, and the clothing isn't even practical anymore, it's made to fall apart.

So, back to my knitting, I have to say it's not happening very fast, I thought by the end of the day I would be done with that little ball of yarn and be able to tell how much fabric it can make, nope, did not happen, in fact I've been working on it two days and by this time I've barely made any progress. Apparently the 'purl stitch' is faster, well, I'm still refusing to do it. Boo purl stitch. The yarn I found outside is some of the worst quality yarn I've ever seen, not only it's different in thickness everywhere, but in some places there are 3-4 different threads distangled from each other, and it confused me so much while knitting that I kept adding stitches on the brush unnecessarily, until the entire thing could barely fit on one.

One thing that surprised me was how incredibly soft, stretchy and comfortable the fabric feels when made. I genuinely expected the fabric to be as horrifying as the yarn quality, nope, it's nice and comfy I absolutely love it.

There is a movement in online spaces for being mindful of environment when purchasing clothing, and making our own wardrobes, which is absolutely delightful; seeing people gain new respect and fascination for clothing, sewing and textile making, and then doing it themselves and becoming non-dependent on capitalism, it's the change the world needs. I didn't think I would try to join in, because I get so much discarded and unwanted clothing from others, I wouldn't need to buy any ever, but I did get fascinated by looms, natural fibers, and women doing all that work, that I can't resist trying it out.

#knitting #making textiles #yarn #learning to make fabrics #making fabrics #craft #history of textile #knits weaving and crochet

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takeyourcyanide · 5 months

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My personal headcanons for Stein:

(I wanted to participate in the fun)

On the autism and schizophrenic spectrum

An antisocial (as in aspd [psychopath/sociopath]), and is on the psychopathic side

Not only does he spin in his chair frequently, but he also paces back and forth, rocks back and forth, bounces his leg, etc. and did so as a child. He also listens to music to self-stimulate/stim (whatever you want to call it).

The screw is also to stim. But also for self-expression. But also for when his thought become to jumbled and incoherent, or when he can’t distract himself from his own addictions (cigarettes, dissection)/certain desires. The screw is for calming himself and his thoughts that never stop. His brain is like a fat little hamster on a wheel. The gears are constantly turning. They never stop. The screw assists in evening himself out a little bit.

Dreams often

All of said dreams tend to be odd and considerably nightmarish

Likes to decorate and expresses himself through such (you have seen his interesting living quarters)

I think he did experience some form of what might be considered as trauma as a young child, but does not consider it himself to be traumatic, which is why you see him say that nothing affected him as a child at all/is in denial

I think he logically understands that scientifically speaking, the way in which his brain functions and the reasons for his behavior have both genetic and environmental factors. The environmental factors being why his genes were “expressed” in the way they were, so to speak. But it is either not accepting of it, doesn’t remember it well (as many others have suggested), or doesn’t view it as being traumatic to him specifically.

I also believe this sort of logical side of himself that usually takes over sort of battles it out with the more deluded side of himself, leaving Stein constantly exhausted (as you see even within the series itself)

I think he hallucinates quite frequently, and just doesn’t mention it. It’s something he mostly ignores. He makes playful remarks about hallucinating and being “crazy”, but doesn’t care to go into detail.

He wanted his house/laboratory to be confusing to anyone who wasn’t him. Just for fun. And for self expression purposes. He wanted someone to walk up on his property and immediately find themselves dumbfounded. He wanted the most confusing layout possible as well.

For him, incoherency is his coherency.

The man is organized, but often in a disorganized way. Or at least, he tries very hard to be organized, but it never lasts. He is a bit scattered, and it reflects in said organization.

He has stitches, both because of the experiments and slicing and dicing he did on himself, and also for the purposes of symbolism and self expression. It symbolizes the fact that he is being held together by stitches. Ready to burst open at any moment. He is holding himself together and living within society, but barely.

He had hyperfixations throughout his life, of course, and they primarily had to do with science and death.

He was and is obsessed with everything death encompasses.

It’s just so fascinating to him.

He only really wears certain items of clothing, namely turtlenecks, button-up collared shirts, and coats. He wears the same brand of dress pants often. It’s just was he feels comfortable in.

He finds humanity endearing in some ways, and completely and utterly obnoxious in other ways. (This was kind of shown throughout the series, though)

He can never truly be himself, and this has caused him a lot of misery, including as a young child

For his entire life there’s been a resentment and envy deep down that he’s felt towards people, because at the end of the day, they have some sort of community in which they are truly accepted for who they are, and throughout his life, he has not. Even at the academy, he has experienced this, so finding the group of friends that he did, especially Marie and Spirit is something he is incredibly appreciative of.

He dissected some of his stuffed animals as a child.

Was the type to behead and just generally dismember dolls

Definitely aroace

Not someone who’s really built for relationships of any kind

That’s why it’s such a miracle he has those he does at the academy who are willing to be patient with him

Had to teach himself cognitive empathy from young age due to his never developing emotional empathy

Ended up in a facility once

Rarely tried and paid attention in class, but always had very good grades

When it came to the psychologists he was forced to see, he often didn’t speak to them at all. And when he did, he was incredibly vague, cryptic, and lied all the time.

Not a huge fan of the idea of shoving pills down people’s throats, and didn’t want that to happen to him

He views it as forcing those who aren’t deemed “normal” enough to be “just like everyone else” and to be how they want them to be

Doesn’t care about gender.

What I mean by that is, despite not having interest in romance, if he were to be in a relationship, he would not care about the gender or sex of that person.

So, you could say he’s pansexual/bisexual.

He is often reminded of the barrier that exists between him and other people, and when this happens, he finds himself feeling like the same small child who couldn’t understand anyone like they could understand one another

Feels like he missed a meeting on how to be human that everyone else attended

Or just wasn’t invited

Isn’t a huge social gathering person

Doesn’t always mind it, as long as he gets to be quiet and observe

But get overstimulated at times and leaves the room for a little while

He’s got people asking where he went

And he’s just in some random dark and quiet room

Sometimes brings noise cancelling earbuds because of this

He’s also texture sensitive

Won’t eat certain foods, wear certain clothes, touch certain things, etc.

That goes along with his certain clothing thing before

At the end of the day, he recognizes that he’ll always be an outsider of sorts.

Felt at least mildly suicidal throughout his life

I could say more, but this is already very long.

He’s so me

#soul eater #stein #stein soul eater #franken stein #headcanon #headcanons

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sungiesbabygirl · 5 months

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summary : after your mother re-married, you find out that you have stepbrothers. Feeling odd feelings for them that no sibling should feel. It’s only a matter of time before they confess. Which one will it be first? - my imagination

warnings : step!cest, swearing, mutual pining, age gap (the boys are older by 2 years)

pairings : enha!0t7 x fem!reader

a/n : hey guys, I’m still writing these parts and I really do apologize if the chapter are short or don’t have enough detail. I’m trying my hardest, this is my first time in a while writing and it’s my first ever time making a multi series. Please be patient with the updates !!

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"Girl they both have a huge ass crush on you, but you are so dense to the point you can't see that! If I was you, my virginity would have been completely gone by the first 5 minutes of meeting them.", the annoying and dramatic voice of beomgyu said to me over the phone, his face plastered on my screen. Much to my dismay.

I let out a laugh adjusting my position on the bed, trying to get comfortable. "Gyu, their my step brothers and they are completely dicks to me for no reason whatsoever. It's like they have a vendetta against me. I mean my mother blamed me for the mess in the kitchen all because Jay told her I had done it, then Heeseung came in acting like the mess was his. He can't cook anything but ramen, I've seen him literally choke on a pepper that he tried eating."

It's silent for a few moments, beomgyu having to take in what I just said, before a loud hyena like laugh blew from my phone. My soul left my body for a second, a scream leaving my throat at the laugh that came out of no where.

"Jesus fucking Christ gyu, you scared the absolute shit out of me.", my hand instinctively holds onto my chest where my heart is, deep breaths leaving my lips as my phone continues to vibrate. I shake my head looking closer at the screen, seeing beomgyu in tears, thankfully his laughter was dying down.

My mouth opens to speak, quickly being cut off by a knock on my door. I turn my head to face the door now hearing beomgyu's laughter completely shut off his attention on me.

"Y/N? Are you in there?".

I stay frozen in my position as I hear the deep voice of the younger sibling, outside my door. "Yeah I'm in here Riki, what's wrong?". I sit up on my bed, facing my phone on its screen as the door starts to open.

Riki stands in the doorway, his body towering over my view of the wall that lay behind him. I look down at his outfit seeing he's in a white vest, a red plaid shirt and some baggy jeans. He looked so fine. Clearing his throat he walks over to my desk, taking a seat on my chair.

"Heeseung hyung told me what happened earlier, he said that he saved you from an even worse scolding than what you were getting.", I gulp down the little bit of saliva that was in my mouth, now feeling like the Sahara dessert rented out a place to stay.

I could see a smirk slowly makes its way to the edge of Ni-Ki's lips, my eyes squinting in confusion.

"He seemed to have fooled your mother, poor dense woman, we both know he can't cook.", with the smirk stitched to his lips, he stands up walking closer to the bed.

I back up as far as I can without having my back hit the wall, my eyes staring straight at his lips. It stayed silent for a few minutes, you could mentally hear a pin drop on the floor, before cold but large hands made their way up my sides.

"Lucky for you pretty girl, Heeseung seems to be infatuated with your presence. He wouldn't allow you to take a fall like that, especially not after your bitch of a mother believed jay over her own daughter.", a deep chuckle left his throat, pulling me closer to his body. My arms were frozen, like I couldn't move them at all no matter how hard I tried.

"Ni-ki.. what are you doing?", the pounding of my heart hammered against my ears, my hands moving to rest on his chest. I couldn't think of what to do in that moment, 'what the hell is going on'.

I was bought out of my thoughts by a soft breath hitting my lips. This couldn't be happening right now, I'm imagining everything right? My eyes ran from his eyes down to his lips, I wondered what it was like to have them on my own. They looked so plush.. so soft, so intoxicating.

I could feel my whole body get hotter, like someone had lit a fire nearby. Ni-Ki's hands stayed firmly against my hips, breath mixing with mine at how close together we was. This wasn't happening.. surely not?

The clearing of a throat made the both of us move away from each other, our heads quickly turning to the door. My face physically paled at the sight of jay, my eyes ran over his body, taking in the sight that I was seeing. He had on a black suit, the arm sleeves rolled up. I could see how his watch sat perfectly on his wrist, his hair slicked back, the front part of his hair out of place.

"What are you guys doing?", his voice was deep, I don't know how to describe it, but it made butterflies erupt in my stomach. Me and Ni-ki both looked at eachother, horror struck on our faces as Jay starts to walk into the room.

"I said what are you doing.", his words came out harsher, like he caught his own girlfriend cheating. "You know you aren't suppose to touch her Ni-Ki, at least not yet. It's Heeseungs orders."

My eyebrows furrowed as I look between the both of them. "Excuse me? Since when could Heeseung decide who I kiss or who kisses me." Moving to get off my bed, I grab hold of my phone seeing beomgyu had muted himself. My eyes stayed strained on the both of them, a scoff leaving my lips.

"Get out. Both of you get out.", I move over to my door, opening it wide enough for the both of them to fit. None of them made an attempt to move. "I said get the fuck out!", I could feel tears of frustration build up in the corner of my eyes, wondering why the hell this is happening to me. I knew it was wrong to feel things for my stepbrothers but they weren't related to me through blood.

My body instinctively moved out arms reach as Ni-Ki came towards me, jay trailing behind him. I couldn't even look at them, I felt a whole range of emotions that I had never felt before. It was only me and jay in the room now, Ni-Ki had left once I had stepped away from him.

"We're only doing what we were told princess.. we don't mean any harm but it will all make sense soon. Just please wait for us."

That was the last thing that was said before he walked out, the strong sent of his cologne filling my nostrils. As I closed the door, I could still feel the feeling of Ni-Ki’s hands on my hips, a feeling I wanted to experience more.

Grabbing my phone I quickly ended the call on beomgyu, not letting him say anything to me about what just happened. I felt embarrassed to say the least, embarrassed that he witnessed everything.

Laying on my bed had never felt so good, I needed a long nap after the bad karma that had happened to me today. I stared up at the ceiling, all my thoughts swarming my brain, making it hard to focus on anything else.

It didn't make sense what jay had said to me, probably because I wasn't in the right mindset to listen. All I knew is I had to get answers, I needed to ask the one person I knew that couldn't keep secrets.

Yang Jungwon.

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#enhamfavl #kpop #enhypen #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop reader insert #enhypen masterlist #y/n x enhypen #female x enhypen

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tiffyfoundsomething · 1 year

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Lady Doolli

I’ve mentioned before that I like blind box toys and ball jointed dolls and now I’m in trouble because there are blind box ball jointed dolls out there.

Lady Doolli is blind boxed but is NOT a BJD though she’s in a similar style. I’d seen these on Amazon for a while and was curious but only recently decided to give one a try.

There is 1 skintone, 6 different hair styles/colors, and it looks like maybe 2 eye colors.

There are also 6 possible outfits.

The dolls and clothing are separate, but are each $26 and both are in the same listing here: https://amzn.to/3OrhHsk

The box is small and cute with a lot of pictures and writing on it, especially making a point to let you know there’s no second outfit in here and they must be bought separately.

The outfits are packed in a little paperboard box shaped like a garment bag. It says 2022 Spring, so I wonder if there are many other outfit sets that have been released.

To be honest, I don’t care for any of these outfits, really. Figured I should get one to review, at least.

Both the doll and outfit are packed in these silver foil bags inside the boxes. There’s no plastic shell or anything to hold their position in the packaging. They’re just loose in there.

I got dark, long hair with a side part with blue and purple eyes, and almost missed the tiny little bag of extra hands inside the silver bag. She does come already dressed in the pajamas.

I tried to get a good photo of the face screening but my phone is a potato. There’s a good amount of detail with a simple layout. She has eyeshadow, blush on the cheeks, chin, nose, and brows, a little lip line to separate her lips... It’s a cute face, but I do prefer my dolls to not look sad or startled.

She does have rooted hair which is silky and smooth. It’s a little stiffer than Kiwi nylon (Rainbow High) while still being soft.

She also has a couple paint spots on her face that look to be from the eyebrow paint.

The rooting isn’t super dense in some areas.

Her head is harder than a Barbie’s head but is squishable to a degree so her eyes could be removed and replaced with some heat and her hair could be rerooted if you wanted.

Hair drop on a new doll head is normal. This looks like a plug or two which didn’t get anchored.

I’m impressed with the posing. The joints are stiff enough to hold a pose but easy to move other than her hips which take a little bit more pressure, and have a high range of motion.

The torso joints aren’t as mobile as the arms and legs, though.

Her head can look up and down or tilt left and right depending on how you turn the neck joint which is a simple hinged ball.

The backs of the knees...

All of the jointing reminds me of Figmas.

Honestly I feel like the body alone is worth the $26 price tag, AND you get a rooted head with quality hair and inset eyes, a pair of pajamas, and an extra pair of hands.

Neither outfit that I have has any sort of closures or openings so you do need to remove the head and hands to dress her.

Getting the hands on and off is difficult

Turns out there’s a LOT of flash on her wrist pegs. I did go in and clean that off. There was a good sized bit on her neck ball, too.

Heat up the hands, though, and they go on and off pretty easily.

As for the outfit.

Silver bag again.

I couldn’t get this headband to stay on her hair because it’s satin and her hair is satiny smooth, but it does have a wire in the “ears” so you can pose it as you wish.

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LOOK AT THESE TINY LITTLE SHOES!

They have stitches, laces, tongues, glued on rubbery soles with IN SCALE texture on the bottom...

They went on a lot more easily than I expected them to OVER her socks. I did need to get a little stick to pull the back of the heel out and over the doll’s heels. Other than that, easy-easy.

I also didn’t even try to extract and tie the laces. They looked really short and I have poor motor control, so I opted to just shove her feet in there with the laces tucked inside.

The outfit came with shorts, a one-piece sweater and shirt combo, and some long socks. The socks aren’t hemmed but everything else is. Again, no closures, not even an elastic waistband on the shorts. The shorts were a little difficult to put on.

All of the fabrics are soft and despite the sweater having a feelable texture, it’s not rough or scratchy so it’s not kicking off my texture-BAD senses.

Action pose! FWIP!

She can’t quite pull of Sailor Moon’s signature pose.

Here she is next to some other blind box BJD (the others really are BJD). They all could certainly share clothes despite Doolli’s longer, thinner body.

From left to right:

Penny’s Box Antu Natural Wonderland - https://amzn.to/3IqKfOz

SimonToy Teenar Campus Series - https://amzn.to/3IlnGLl

Lady Doolli and outfit pack - https://amzn.to/3MiOflA

Come4Free Bonnie Journey of Streets - https://amzn.to/42QlMKG

While I do feel that the quality of Lady Doolli is in line with the price (all together she costs $52), and am impressed with, basically, everything about her, I don’t feel a need to buy another. Out of all of the blind box BJD I’ve tried (not pictured here is the Penny’s Box centaurs), the only one I’ve wanted more than one of was Bonnie. I have three.

#bjd #blind box #blind box bjd #lady doolli #product review #affiliate links

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simplymurdock · 6 months

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Late Night Visitor

summary: you get a late night visitor which leads to emotions finally being able to be expressed.

pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

warnings: just some teeth rotting fluff, mentions of a stab wound and first aid, and cursing.

word count: 2k words

authors note: i wrote some fluff of Joel because i absolutely am in desperate need of fluff with joel. i hope y’all enjoy this little fic, i didn’t want to force myself to write a lot because i’m still trying to get back into the swing of things. but i still hope y’all enjoy a little bit of fluff for your day <3

The Boston QZ was oddly beautiful at night. In a weird way the night always brought you a type of comfort. The OZ had brought back a familiar city feeling, a comforting peace. A type of peace before the apocalypse happened and everything went to shit. The sense of familiarity you would so desperately held onto any time you could. Having not been originally from Boston, you had to throw out any and all sense of your home before leaving. Taking only the few physical memories and keep-saks you could, you did. Of course, you had tried making you and your fathers small two bedroom apartment feel more like the home you had left, but nothing would ever match it.

Here you were again, alone at night as your father worked whatever high paying job he could. Finding out that the most dangerous was the highest paying, which almost always happened during the night. Your job was to keep up with the house and buy anything they needed. That was until people took note of your sewing skills. They were better and lasted much longer than the OZ’s shit quick job that would charge you three times the amount. This night was your night off, trying to give your fingers a break once a week from stabbing a needle itself or the eye of the needle into them.

Normally on your days off would be with one of the Miller brothers down the hall, and either play cards, tell them the craziest shit you had seen that week, or just annoy them. Joel was your favorit to annoy, but he wouldn’t ever send you away.

Currently neither brother was home, both of them and Tess had gone out the day before towards Bill and Frank’s for more things they could smuggle in and sell. They would always bring you back any medical supplies or sewing supplies you needed or they thought you'd like. Having had to sew up one of them once or twice in the past. It was a silent agreement amongst them. They would part with whatever you needed for sewing, and they would bring some first aid along with trusting their life in your hands. Certain people would only come to you for help, only trusting you and not wanting anything to do with QZ’s first-aid. Rathering it being a workplace accident or kids rough housing going too far most knew you wouldn’t say anything to anyone. So late night visits weren’t something you weren’t all the strange too. Rather, it was yet another workplace accident that needed either a good clean or a few stitches. Nothing extreme or life threatening.

Nothing as extreme as when Joel had taken you to Bill and Frank’s after Bill had gotten shot. It was mostly because Frank was a nervous wreck about if Bill was okay or not. So, Joel offered to take you down there to take a look at him, and reassure both of them that everything would be fine. And they were. You cleaned his wound thoroughly before you left and gave Frank some really reassuring details on how to take care of the wound. Which had put you in each of their good graces, which for saying a lot for how stand off-ish Bill was. You made sure that the brother’s or Tess always checked up on them for you. And always made sure that they knew you would always come out whenever they needed you too.

You wanted to go on runs with them. Always have offered to go with them, rather they needed the help or not. Just wanting to see something different then the same walls, the same house, the same building, and the same people. But they would always tell you no. Even when you tried asking a different person trying to get at least one ‘yes’ each and everyone had told you ‘no’. Saying that they didn’t want to have to look out for you. Which was bullshit in your eyes, after all you were only six years younger then Tommy.

So, here you sat on your window seal with a folded up blanket to act as some type of cushioning while your left leg hung out the frame and your body leaned against the wall. Times like these were one of the only times you felt at peace in this hellscape. A lot of people wouldn’t believe how quiet it actually got at night. Most thought that the sounds of trucks or booming voices over the PA system would keep you up. In reality this was the time you had to be silent, with everyone knowing the fact of the infecteds love of noise. Of course with the rise of the fireflies there was now a patrol truck that would pass with a spotlight every so often, mostly just shining them at any dark alleyway before moving on. And it’s not so quiet you could hear a pin drop, no. The already paper thin walls were now decacing making everything even more louder. Hearing people having agreements, rather it being a drunken agreement or one that would end in tears, you heard every word. Sex, not as embarrassing as it once was and now a more ‘get it over with so you two can shut the hell up’ mood. But there was one noise that caught your attention. A soft subtle knock at your knock.

Shrugging it off with being a knock from down the hall. It hadn’t sounded like it was directly at your door, so you paid no mind.

That was until it came again, and again, and the fourth knock was the one that had you already up and onto your feet. Glancing at the clock, you figured it was a few hours off but it was still late in the night. And definitely not time for your father to be getting off his shift.

You pulled the door open, confused and shocked seeing Joel leaning on your door frame. He was covered in sweat and caked in dirt, panting holding his shoulder with his right hand while his left stayed limp and leaned against the frame. “Joel, what the hell are you-”

“I got stabbed.”

You blinked once before your eyes widened realizing that was the reason his left arm was limp. Taking only a second to step aside to let him in, looking down both ends of the hall for any stray people wandering around at night before shutting and dead bolting the door. “Where?” You asked already going to your closet. Reaching into the far back for an old black backpack that held all your first aid supplies that was hidden under piles of your winter clothes.

“Left shoulder. Asshole got me as I was walking away from him.” He groaned out taking off his jacket, slowly peeling it off his wound seeing the bright blood on it.

You started laying the items out onto your kitchen table, “How big was the knife and why the fuck did you pull it out?”

“I stabbed him in the chest with it.”

“That’s stupid Joel, you never pull the knife out!”

“Well I wasn’t going to let him get away with stabbing me!”

You sighed shaking your head, “You’re gunna be the death of me Joel Miller. Look, shirt off, sit in the chair with you back facing the table.” You told him as you moved down to the fridge, or what used to be a fridge and was now a pantry for either nuts, cans, or alcohol. Reaching in the far back for the more potent stuff. “I think these are the only times I have to bring out the gooodd…” You trailed off after turning back towards him seeing he was shirtless. Of course this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless. He once had a gash on his upper thigh that you had to look at once, which broke the awkward air around you two. Taking two steps closer to him, holding the bottle out for him to take. Which he did, pulling the cork out before taking a large swig before placing it back onto the table. Nodding his head lightly, sitting down in the chair backwards, resting his arms on the back of it. “Let’s get this over with.” He said preparing himself for the incoming pain.

You slid onto the top up the table, having had to brush your body up against his to get here. Sitting with your legs crossed for ease across the lean back and forth. You started with cleaning the wound. Pouring a bit of the alcohol onto a rag and cleaning around the wound, Joel flinched at the sudden coldness before relaxing again. Once all the blood, dirt, and sweat was off you went to change the rage. Not wanting any chance to get any infection getting the rag ready, “Here comes the hard part,” Seeing the muscles in his back tighten, through gritted teeth he let out a muffled ‘ready’. Placing the rag at the bottom of the cut, using your other hand to grab the bottle and pour some of it into the wound. His back tensed completely trying to fold in on itself. But he fought against the reflex, “Son of a bitch.” He cursed, tossing his head back, nearlying hitting yours.

“I know, I know,” You muttered watching the white fizzling stop. Placing the clear bottle of rubbing alcohol back onto the table. Handing the dark bottle of drinking alcohol over to his right side. Which he took, taking a large sip, setting the bottle onto the ground and letting his hand hang around it. “All I need to do is sew it up.”

“Great,” He muttered, letting his chain rest on the rim of the chair.

“See I don’t think this would’ve happened if I was with you,” You remarked. Taking the rag and using it to soak up the extra blood and alcohol from the wound.

“For the last time, you aren’t coming with.”

Taking the black thread, dipping it alongside the needle into the rubbing alcohol. Before threading the black color through the eye of the needle. “I just think I would be able to help make sure these type of things–”

“I can’t worry about you also.” His voice was stern, glancing over his right shoulder as a way not to mess up your stitching.

Your eyes kept watching the needle pierce through the skin, feeling Joel’s eyes staring at you. Finally looking over at him, meeting his eyes. Expecting him to be mad or completely fed up with you bugging him about the same topic. But they weren’t. Instead they were soft and gentle. Paired with what he had just said, it surprised you. He wasn’t making you stay because he thought of you as a bother or any person to have to drag along, but instead he would worry about you. Joel Miller, the man who didn’t dare show any emotion, was currently telling you that he cared about you.

“Joel–”

“No, after the first time we went out I was always on fucking edge. And on our way back I was still on edge. I couldn’t understand why, I mean I’ve done that track multiple times and didn’t understand why I was so worried. And it was because I was worried about something happening to you. Which I know sounds crazy since you’re currently stitching me up.” He explained scoffing lightly, watching you listening to his whole spill while continuing to stitch. “It’s just I realized how much I care about you. How much I actually wanted to spend time with you. Even if it means I get hurt,”

You were silent for a moment, trying to finish up the current stitch you were on. Feeling Joel’s eyes on you once again. Finishing the final stitch before looking over at him, pressing your lips together before breaking into a smile. “Fine, as long as I’m the only one that’s stabbing you.”

He laughed before winching at the stinging pain in his now closed wound. “You’re going to bust a stitch,” You warned, now drying the skin around the wound once more before getting the items ready to cover it. “As long as we end up like this I don’t mind, doll.”

#the last of us #the last of us fic #joel miller <3 #joel miller fic #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel x reader #the last of us hbo #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #back on my zombie shit #this was in my drafts for a while #i can’t stop thinking about this gif #i literally go feral over this gif

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boygiwrites · 1 year

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Living the Vida Loca P.4

• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)

(Here’s part one.) (Here’s part two.) (Here’s part three.) (Here’s part five.) (Here’s the epilogue.)

• (Find this story on Ao3.)

Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.

Notes — We've had a Jesse chapter, a Walt chapter, a Saul chapter, and now I give you a bit of a Mike chapter.

The point of no return.

One evening, while you're walking your neighbour's dog, two men try to kill you.

They leave you with a black eye, a purple cheek, and a red lip, crying next to a dumpster.

All you can think about is how you let the dog run away into the night.

You shuffle to the nearest bus stop, bleeding, and call out Gizmo's name the whole way.

You huddle on the metal bench.

When you find yourself staring at your contacts list, you hesitate.

The white phone light illuminates your wet face.

Jesse has tried to call you fourteen times in the last five minutes.

His unanswered text messages haunt your phone like little ghosts.

Where r u???

come home rigjt now

man i'm sorry ok

come home

i made toast n eggs for dinner

scrambled

pls

ill make waffles if u want

we can watxh tinkerbell

or whatevr

i wont be mad pls just come home

dinners getting cold

please

hello??

A five minute gap.

Get ur ass back in this fking house rn i'm not plauing

Your thumb hovers over the call button.

One last message from Jesse; ur in so much trouble. come home.

You don't even realise you've called Jimmy until his sleepy voice picks up on the other line.

The emergency room is weirdly busy at this hour. For some reason, you imagined it slowing down sometimes.

In the lobby, wearing eye bags but looking more awake than ever, Jimmy calls Walt while he rubs your back.

Then, Walt must call Jesse.

Then, Jesse tries calling you.

A single text appears after you don't pick up; im on my way baby ok

Jimmy walks you through everything that's going to happen once the police arrive, in an attempt to make it all a little less scary.

The nurses stitch up your cheek.

They give you a lollipop that you don't eat.

When two officers come in with tiny notepads and big badges to talk about the assault, Jimmy does all the talking.

All you have to do is nod at random intervals to confirm he's got the story right.

Which he does.

( When you first gave him a detailed recount, he went pale and lost his words. You've never seen him like that before. )

For the sake of yours, Jesse's, Walt's and Jimmy's safety, you agree to leave out the part where the two men claimed Gus Fring's associate sent them.

( Jimmy, who's Gus Fring? )

( Don't ask, sweetie, okay? We'll sort it out. Let me go grab some more tissues. )

The fact they were willing to put police eyes on them for this made you cry harder.

When you're released, you see Jesse waiting for you both on a curb in the parking lot, jittering like crazy.

He runs up to you and hugs you like it's his last chance.

He says he's sorry.

Sorry for everything.

He's sorry for being a shitty dad-brother, he's sorry for yelling, and fighting, and slamming doors on late nights.

He's sorry for coming home at midnight, not saying a word, and then leaving before breakfast.

He's sorry for not killing Derrick when he had the chance; sorry for not doing it sooner.

He's sorry for dragging you into this.

He's sorry for not being there.

And he's sorry that, out of everyone back at that skatepark, you ended up with him.

You hug Jesse back.

Jimmy coughs wetly and tells you guys to break it up, I'm getting misty-eyed over here.

They take you to a 24-hour diner.

It's 11PM.

You cuddle into Jesse's side and eat a big, pink, puffy Krispy Kreme donut.

He wipes away your tears.

Then, Walter finally shows up, apologizing for taking so long. He's out of breath and he has a revolver in his pants line.

He orders a lemon curd donut with cookie crumble on top and eats it with a quaint smile on his face.

Jimmy asks him if he's just happy to be here, or if that's a fucking loaded magnum under his jacket.

Walt explains that he may or may not have taken a midnight stroll.

It may or may not have taken place in a particular neighbourhood.

He may or may not have...

Well, let's not get into all that jazz right now.

He uses a napkin to wipe a speckle of blood off his palm, and stuffs it in his breast pocket.

Jim and Walt talk about a man named Mike, while you and Jesse make paper swans together.

Walt hugs you for the first time ever when you all go your separate ways at 11:46PM.

Jesse lets you know that it's okay if you want to go home with Jimmy tonight.

You called him first, after all.

Jesse tugs on his beanie.

He does that when he's anxious.

You sniff and tell him shakily; No, you idiot. I'm going home with you.

Jimmy hugs you, pats you on the back, and tells you to come over any time you want.

He also promises you that if this goes to court, he's going to have those guys locked up for so long that their grandchildren will be serving life sentences in orange jumpsuits.

He hands you back the lollipop.

You fall asleep in the back of Jesse's car on the way home.

He puts his hoodie over you.

The radio is quiet.

It's cold tonight.

When you wake up sometime around 3AM, you're tucked into Jesse's bed and he's snoring next to you on top of the blankets.

Out of everyone at that skatepark, you're glad it was him.

The aftermath.

Here are all the reasons it does not, in fact, go to court.

The first man turns up missing on the news.

His name is Rico Perez, and you recognise his black goatee and marble-y eyes.

Jesse changes the channel quickly.

Eat your cereal, baby.

You get the feeling that Rico Perez is fizzing away in a Costco bucket somewhere.

That same day, Jesse and Walt install alarms and locks all over your house.

For about a week, you stay home from school.

Jesse calls you baby a lot more now, and sings you to sleep most nights.

He's conscious of not making any loud noises around you.

He keeps a gun on him, even if he's just frying bacon.

He plays videogames with you in your bed, and draws with you, and plays frisbee in the driveway.

He rents DVD upon DVD to watch on his laptop with you.

( They're all Tinkerbell. )

( You've both seen them like a hundred times. )

It feels like you're in witness protection.

The week goes slow.

The second man turns up dead on the news.

His name is Kennedy Adams, and you recognise his wonky teeth and bloated gums.

Jesse lets you watch this time, because Kennedy was the one that did most the damage.

There's a live video of his body bag being zipped up.

Jesse punches the air and shouts, yes bitch, like he's watching the Superbowl.

He has a very long phone call that night.

The aftermath of the aftermath.

Mike Ehrmantraut says you remind him of his granddaughter.

He's got two heavy eyes, a life's worth of scars all over his hands, and the patience of a Saint.

While the two men's deaths were pending, Mike had watched your house from 4PM to 7AM, every day, with a gun in the glovebox.

Apparently, it was him who killed the second guy.

Before one of his shifts, Mike skewered his neck on a police-standard bullet and then paid some shady officers to take the credit for it.

He sounded very bored when he told you the story.

Suffice to say, he fulfilled his duty.

The morning after his last shift watching your house, you find a little teddy bear with a pink bow on the welcome mat.

The note attached reads;

In the hopes you sleep a little easier.

You do.

The night light is still permanent.

Sudden noises still reduce you to hysterics in Jesse's arms.

You'll never visit that neighbourhood again.

Instead of sitting with the other kids, you spend breaks in Walt's classroom while he eats his chicken salad.

You avoid the alley next to Jimmy's building, and instead take up graffitiing his whiteboard with his dried-up markers.

Jesse holds your hand out in public all the time, now, and he bunks with you every night.

His texts don't go unanswered, and they look more like this, now;

miss u 2 see u l8er :)

im at walmart u want ramen??

call me ok we'll do the 4 7 8 breathing thing

yo that looks dope u like picasso n shit

mondays kicking the shiz out my ass

home in 10 :)

u having a good day bby?

yo com downstairs im puting mario cart on

love u

You don't dog-walk anymore.

You don't sing randomly in the kitchen.

You don't talk.

But you sleep a little easier.

When Gizmo is found by an old lady five miles from home, you sleep even better.

When Gus Fring turns up dead on the TV one month later, you sleep like a god damn baby.

End Notes — I couldn't find a suitable place to squeeze this in, so I just implied it, but Walter killed Rico right before showing up at the diner. I imagine he wrapped him in a tarp or something and locked him in his trunk, ate his donut, and then he and Jesse liquified him the next day. Fun times!

#breaking bad #breakingbad #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #saul goodman #walter white #mike ehrmantraut #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt-comfort #reader insert #reader

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As someone who never stops thinking abt Wendy and Abigail, I've always seen Wendy's rework animation as less of a hallucination and more as a simple but effective rundown over Wendy's struggle with her grief through how she remembers Abigail's death. Most notably, I believe the last bit with the bush is either a slightly older memory stitched in or deliberate misremembering as a defense mechanism of sorts. My main reason for thinking this is partially cause yeah no that just didn't happen, but also because to me it makes the previous moments hit so much harder because of the harsh contrast between Wendy's attitude towards Abigail in the two scenes. In the previous, she's dismissive, and has to be dragged away from her books, and is clearly much more reluctant about doing things than Abigail. And in the next scene, Wendy is smiling, laughing, and playing with Abigail. This actually fits quite well with Wendy's dialogue too, but that's besides the point. And with the ending bit, I see it as a basic snap to reality from a deep daydream. Also, one detail I love is how Jack does look concerned for Wendy and briefly tries to reach for her before giving up, which just is soooo good like a big part of Wendy's hashtag issues was not just losing Abby, but also seemingly having very little support after that loss. In general, a lot of Wendy's messy and sometimes contradictory statements and actions are incredibly easily explained by the fact that she's a traumatized and grieving child who in no way has the tools to healthily cope with her emotions and very little support even outside of that. This is why Wendy makes me want to start biting things and why that's my favorite don't start animation 👍

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THIS PERSON GETS IT.

Tbh while ive never thought ab Wendys animation like that, that is SUCH a good fucking take on it and tbh PRETTY GOD DAMN FITTING to wendys rapid change of emotions in the animation. and with this i have to say, YESSSS SOMEONE IS FINALLY POINTING OUT THE JACK THING.

I feel like a lot of Wendys fear of letting go of Abigail comes from this. Its like a god damn tragedy cycle. feel alone without Abigail- get no support from family- feel more alone and abandoned- cling to the fact Abigail WOULD have been the support and form an unhealthy coping mechanism around it- grow MORE dependent on her and restart. It is essentially what makes her SO god damn afraid and i feel like this quote from her forge vignette puts it best "Wendy clings fiercely to the grief over her sister's death, for fear that moving on would cause Abigail's memory to fade."

With the lack of support from her family and being "left behind", Wendy most probably feels to some extent she is the ONLY one trying to keep Abigail's memory alive. Abigail is the ONLY one she has ever had.

And with this last thing, another YES. A lot of Wendys contradictions can be boiled down to her conflicted and jumbled emotions as a child trying to cope and her fears getting the best of her. Wendy doesnt HATE colours, Wendy hates what memories those colours bring back and the cheerfulness she doesnt feel anymore. it is all a mockery to her grief, but there is STILL a part of her that longs for that part of her childhood back, which leads to a lot of the conflicted quotes as a kid who doesnt know what she wants anymore.

But yeah, we going off again bc WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH Wendy lore is both so cool and complicated and idk how to write down my opinions so they just come out in rambles but like YEAH Keese you are so fucking right

#dst #dst wendy #duck rambles #i need to like legit ramble ab Wendy more often on here because i haVE BEEN THINKING AB HER LORE FOR LIKE 6 YEARS ITS INSANEEEEEEE #i need to like reread hamlet but like i have some fucking words about how Wendy brings up Ophelia in multiple quotes and how her tragedy #mimics that of Abigails death in a way and how Wendy can be seen as Laertes

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I have been screaming internally about Ed and his little wedding toppers since I saw the teaser, so here's the obligatory Ed In A Wedding Dress fic! Also obsessed with the makeover he gave the little auxiliary wardrobe figurine, which isn't something I've seen anyone else discussing yet, so obviously I had to include that too 🔥🙌🔥 {AO3}

He's got a little carved wooden skull somewhere, in his box of shit he brought over from the Queen Anne's, when he decided his unnervingly empty quarters needed more knives. He's also got plenty of scraps of black leather, with the revamping of the crew's gear they've been doing, and plenty of black paint to go around.

His hands hurt from stabbing wood, fucking up the empty shelves, gouging at the table. Must be nighttime, no light filtering through the papered-over windows, only a fat candle burning low. Creeped up on him, it did, deep as he was into his continued redecoration. His hands hurt, but they won't stay still.

The little skull shows up in the little ornate box where he keeps his stash of weed, for some reason. Happy coincidence, that. He packs his pipe as he grabs it, along with the paint and the least fucked-up brush he can find, with the bristles only a bit wonky and not shedding too much from previous abuse. He lights his pipe, and a couple of extra candles for light.

He stabs an iron nail into the underside of the skull so he can hold it without messing up the paint, and goes about turning it pitch black, really getting into all the little details in the carving with a brush that's really too big for it. Not like it matters much, when the goal is to make it all one solid colour. He tries to make the finish as smooth as he can anyway, despite the wrong tool.

He sets it aside to dry, but his hands still hurt, still won't stay still.

He lifts the crate on the too-empty shelf, the one that hides one of the few remaining things that no one can see. (That Ed can't stand to see.) Peeling the little jacket and waistcoat away is easy enough. He grabs one of his thinner knives, more of a scalpel really, that's seen a skinning or two in the past. He digs the tip into every little stitch that holds the tiny clothing together, pulls its pieces apart without damaging them. He traces every pannel onto his leather scraps, cuts them all to shape.

Hands still hurt, won't stay still, so he gets to sewing.

The fat candle burns out, he replaces it with a new one, refills his pipe. The tiny outfit comes together, all black. He hammers in a few of the teeny-tiniest studs in his collection to achieve the right vibe.

The paint on the skull's dry enough to the touch now, so he stabs the other end of the nail into the neck of the mannequin, and dresses him up in his new little outfit. Looks like a right vampire clown now, he does, all tough and scary-looking muppet, perfect fit for Blackbeard's crew. He grabs the crate that hid him and drops all the fabric cuttings and shit into it, kicks it all under the table.

His hands still hurt, still won't fucking stay still. The grey light of dawn is making an attempt to filter in through the windows now.

He grabs his rum and crawls onto the bed nook, ends up passing out still in his leathers, kohl caked on his face.

Izzy looks at the little shelf guy next time he's in the room, jaw doing that angry clenchy thing it always fucking does, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut about it.

(Ed never pulls the lever.)

~✯~

She's all creamy white porcelain skin, bright red curls, pristine dress. His hands itch to crush her in a tight fist, her and her rosy pink bellend both. (The pink bellend's not so pink anymore, kohl rubbed off all over his side where Ed's thumb wouldn't stay still.)

He's not got a brush that's fine enough for this, to get all the little details just right. He grabs a pinchful of strands of his own hair and cuts off about an inch from the ends, secures them to the tip of a thin wooden stick with some glue and string.

He grabs his black paint, some weed for his pipe, lights some extra candles for light.

He waters down the paint for the skin, makes a thin wash that should look brown once dried. It ends up just looking like a kinda dirty wash over porcelain white skin, so he draws his tattoos over it to hide it a bit, snake on his arm, hawk on his chest, beard on her face. He darkens her hair, mixes some chalk into the paint to make a muddy grey for highlights. He adds some shading to the cleavage.

Some of the skin-wash run off to stain the skirts around the hand area, but aside from that spot the dress still looks too fucking bright, too blue, too nice and proper.

With the thick undiluted paint, he lines the folds of the dress, shadows under some ruffles, follows some of the seams. He darkens the flowers and lace around the collars, on one of the sleeves. He draws asymmetric black shapes on some areas, makes it look cool and intentional, like the asymmetry of his jacket.

She looks as right as he can make her. He still wants to crush her in his fist, hurt his hand with the porcelain shards. Her and the bellend both.

He buries them both in the crate under some leather scraps, kicks them back under the table.

(Ed brings them out some nights, when his hands hurt and won't stay still, when his eyes won't close no matter how much they ache, run dry.)

~✯~

Ed sees the dress during a raid, inside a trunk in the quarters of one of the posh passengers on this ship. It's mostly sky blue, with accents of lavender, all soft pastels and delicate lace, opulent silk. It conjures up memories of a painted little figurine, probably long lost in the mess and confusion of everything that's happened since.

He asks for Fang's help to carry it back to the ship and hide it where Stede won't see.

He doesn't do all the work in one night, hoping to numb his restless hands. Instead, over the course of a few weeks, Ed enlists the help of Frenchie, Fang and Wee John, with occasional contributions from Jim, the Swede or Pete, and they work only until their hands tire with the satisfying ache of a job well done, in stolen moments that won't make Stede suspect a thing and ruin the surprise. He doesn't smoke while they work, this time, not wanting the smell to soak up into the fabric, but they do come together for a smoke and a laugh afterwards, once they're done with their secret project for the day.

They add a studded harness of black leather around the bodice that gives some visual interest and does some real favours to his cleavage. They cut off the right sleeve, a ruffle of black, purple and silver lace draped over the shoulder in its place, matching the one they use on the cuff of the left sleeve, finishing off just under his elbow. They add a layer of sheer black lace over the skirts, still showing the shimmer of the blue silk underneath.

They've properly tailored it to his body, too, and when Ed finally sees himself in the mirror with it, it hugs his shape just right. A perfect fit.

It looks even better on the day, with flowers and ribbons threaded through his curls, his short beard neatly combed and trimmed. In the bright light coming in through the clear windows, he uses the detail brush he made with his own hair to cleanly line his eyes with a sharp wing of kohl, adds a hint of rouge to his lips.

The purple cravat Stede gifted him is tied around his neck, the tails framing his hawk tattoo, with his favourite pearl necklace layered on top. He has to marvel once again at just how fucking good his tits look in this dress, a hint of chest-hair peeking enticingly over the lacy neckline. His eyes water a bit, but he holds back the tears, not wanting to ruin his eyeliner just yet.

Stede doesn't bother containing his tears when he finally sees Ed, an awed gasp that turns into the brightest smile Ed's ever seen, even with the waterworks. He looks gorgeous and glowing in a new suit of red silk, with golden accents and a matching golden waistcoat that really bring out the shine of his perfectly tousled curls. The crew's smiling faces surround him as he makes his way to Stede, where he stands before Oluwande. There are some more teary eyes among the crew too, but Ed wills himself not to cry yet.

Ed stops to face Stede, as his hands come up to hold Ed's.

His hands finally still, held steady, safe in their cradle, no longer hurting. His eyes spill over, tears running freely into his smile.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd fic #Our Flag Means Death #edward teach #gentlebeard #Krakhouse #Born On A Beach #Coolification writes #fanfiction #Gender Vibes #cw smoking #Bridebeard #Ed In A Dress

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rocket-69 · 2 years

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Tim Cain and Leonard Boyarsky Q&A 10/23/22

Tim Cain and Leonard Boyarsky joined the Fallout Wiki discord server to answer a few questions. Jason Taylor could not attend, but all three of them answered some questions in text sent ahead of time.

Interviewer: On a different note, we’ve been having a lot of questions about the idea of the US being divided into 13 commonwealths, and why. In the Fallout Bible Tim, you said that it was Leon’s idea to use a 13 star US flag, and had an idea for 13 super states, but didn’t finish it. LeonB: I picked that flag because it looked cool, I’d never seen it before Interviewer: Which is a guiding principle for a lot of great choices, that gut feeling. LeonB: Definitely

Tim Cain: Not to backtrack too much, but did I find a note from our marketing dept with two suggestions for a name for the game: "No Man's Land" and "The Deathlands". We politely declined.

Interviewer: To elaborate a bit: A lot of fans seem to believe that everything was pre-written and pre-made, and you just rotely executed that brilliant design. As I understand it, it was closer to how Deus Ex was made, with plenty of gut feelings and bold work with the box cutters to remove what didn't work (Warren Spector mentioned cutting a 500 page design bible to just 270 pages)? LeonB: We didn't have a huge design bible, per say. Not to the detail level it sounds like he was talking about We were flying by the seat of our pants Tim Cain: I remember when I was asked for a vision statement for the game. I was surprised because the team KNEW what we were making. Then I was told it was for admin and marketing. I tried twice and failed twice, then Chris Taylor wrote an amazing one. LeonB: Certain aspects of game dev never change - no matter how carefully you think you're scoping you always have to cut content and stitch what's left back together

Interviewer: Speaking of content that wasn't cut: An interesting question comes up from time to time, that is, when implementing special encounters (aliens, the police call box, dinosaur footprint), did you ever consider them as anything beyond a cool little Easter egg? A more direct part of the story? Tim Cain: No, I don't think so. Special encounters were tied to luck and meant to be fun and a potential source for cool items. No story elements, since they might never be encountered by some players. LeonB: Mostly we made those because we thought they were funny Interviewer: (and they were, plus the increased critical chance is awesome) Tim Cain: Although it would have been funny to comvince the Master to give up his plans using a velvet Elvis painting as a bribe

Interviewer: Speaking of the Master, he (it?) seems to have gone through many iterations. The Vault 13 timeline suggests he could have been an ambulatory foe - or was he always intended to be this glorious mess that they probably carted to the Cathedral in a barrel all the way from Mariposa? (For those who don't know what I'm talking about.) LeonB: I may be misremembering, but I felt he was ambulatory enough to get to the Cathedral on his own, especially depending on what he fed on/subsumed into his body, and then he became part of the overseer's chair over time I don’t remember him ever being planned to be ambulatory in the game, though

Interviewer: Were there ever intentions of integrating more eldritch or extradimensional aspects into Fallout, such as Old Gods, Elders, and more Lovecraftian things, or was Fallout always more intended to be like Buck Rogers than Lovecraft? It certainly had the Master, his corridor of revulsion, the psykers mentioned by Avellone to be closer to Childhood's End than just spoon benders… LeonB: I love Childhood's End, but I don't think I'd read it back then It was mostly supposed to be more Road Warrior/Buck Rogers, I just loved the aesthetic of the Thing movie Tim Cain: I think the more elements you throw into an IP, the more diluted it becomes. I regret adding the ghost to the Den (and yeah, that was me) because Fallout is so rich and has so much to explore that it doesn't need the supernatural elements to be creepy Interviewer: Uh-oh, this confession will not go down well with some fans. 😉 Tim Cain: I think the IP as a whole is better when it has limits

Interviewer: we had a question about Rhombus, do you remember this take on the T-51 talking head model? It definitely looks different from the end talking heads, but a lot like the in-game sprite.

LeonB: That looks like a badly lit and textured version of the digitized clay head. Not sure what's up with that armor, we used the same armor model for all the talking heads wearing power armor, taken from the model I made for the intro Interviewer: It's from an ancient German preview for Fallout GURPS, which included a shot of the process of digitizing the models. LeonB: Weird

Interviewer: Now, while I dig that up, a question. A big question. Do ghouls poop Or rather: Do ghouls need to eat and drink? Or is ghoul biology something that was written differently whenever it needed to work a certain way (Fallout 1 has Necropolis and endings tied to water, but later on it got confused; VB design docs even have a note "do ghouls even poop") Tim Cain: To quote my favorite book title "Everyone poops" LeonB: Jason and I bout that for Tim for his birthday Tim Cain: I always thought they ate and drank and breathed. They just aged slower (but sometimes things fell off or grew weird) Thank you again, Leon LeonB: any time Interviewer: Found it. And Tim Cain won't believe what the thumb is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haKOhyUqk4c LeonB: Timmy! Tim Cain: Oh. My. God. I’m 12 Interviewer: What about Woody and Coffin Willie? Woody spent several weeks as a 'mummy' exhibit, and Willie was buried alive for a couple of months. Are they just a fun joke, or? Tim Cain: They remind me of The World's Smartest Orc in Arcanum. Someone was making some money…

Interviewer: And getting him to break character... Now, back to questions, since we're in the final stretch: Talking about limits, what's something either of you don't ever want to see in Fallout? Or something you could remove from Fallout like it never existed? (We already have the ghost thing on record, sir) Tim Cain: I am not a fan of the talking Deathclaws. They were meant to be the biggest baddest scariest thing ever. Not librarians. LeonB: Hear hear

Interviewer: Random question: Did the Overseer ever have a solid name? We have "Jacoren" from the concept art, but beyond that.… (for those who wonder)

LeonB: No Tim Cain: Internally, he was always referenced as Overseer LeonB: He was originally named that (obviously), but after that drawing I don't know that I ever referred to him that way again Tim Cain: That sketch really captures his eyebrows

Interviewer: Oooh, this is good. How did the original designs for the original robots (ie the floating Eyebot) come around? Was its design based on something specific that existed? LeonB: I honestly don't remember We were just trying to make robots that looked like they belonged in 50's b-movies Tim Cain: Wasn't a floating one pitched to reduce needed animations? LeonB: That's a distinct possibility

Interviewer: Given that we're slowly, but inevitably approaching the end of our roundtable, did either of you have questions you wished were asked, but never were? Aside from the ones I received and filed under cool-stuff . Alternatively, any message to the community at large? Tim Cain: Thank you all for your support. I don't go to conferences much, but when I have, I have met some of the nicest fans I could ever hope to have. Also, Fallout fans are just smarter and better looking than average, don't you think? LeonB: I can't think of any questions we missed (here or in any of the other interviews we've done), but I again want to thanks everyone for being such loyal fans to something we made as a labor of love We were hoping people would love it as much as we did, and it seems like it worked out Interviewer: Meeting you today, I believe I speak for everyone that we can see why it came out the way it did. Tim Cain: Talent (Leon) and Luck (Tim) LeonB: Aww, thanks But I've always said I cranked my Luck up to 10 It really was lightning in a bottle

Interviewer: Alright, so here's a popular question. Zusk asks; "Hey! There is this question I always wanted to ask you two. At the start of Fallout 2's development Fred Hatch proposed a outline for Fallout 2's story that didn't end up getting made. A few developers have talked a little about this in the past, but I was wondering if you could perhaps share a little more about your rationale at the time and what Fred's story entailed? Included is an excerpt from Honouring the Code: Conversations with Great Developers that goes into it a bit. Thank you for taking the time to reach out to the community like this."

Tim Cain: Fred's team's story started with the player getting amnesia and losing their memories (i.e. levels) and then wandering into a town that is colorless (just shades of grey). It turns out a computer is running it based on old episodes of Leave It To Beaver. That's mostly what I can remember LeonB: Tim has a waaaaay better memory than I do Tim Cain: Also I take LOTS of notes

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Q: Was Fallout at any point going to be real-time like Diablo or real-time with pause? Or was it always designed with turn-based combat in mind? A: Fallout was always designed to be turn based. At one point, when Diablo had shipped and several higher-ups at Interplay were enamored with the game (or its sales figures), we were asked to consider a real time version. The projected time and money costs to change the design persuaded them that it was bad idea.

Q: Did you have the idea of the GECK while developing Fallout 1 or is that a later idea the game during the conception of Fallout 2? A: The GECK was conceived during Fallout 1's development. The proof? Page 5-34 of the manual for Fallout 1.

Q: Do you remember who came up with Nuka-Cola and why it was named as such (not wanting to tangle with the world's biggest soft drink corporation aside)? A: It was either Chris Taylor or Scott Campbell. And only they can reveal the secret behind its name.

Q: In the Building a Better RPG talk, post-mortem part you said that your past games (like the OG Fallouts and Arcanum I assume) had systems that were too complex and that it was okay to simplify or change them. Would you go back and redo Fallout with that in mind? What is your philosophy when designing? A: I don't think I would simplify Fallout's systems. In fact, I think they have been oversimplified in recent games, but I would consider simplifying their presentation. I would keep skills and traits, but I would change character creation and advancement to make it more casual friendly. This might seem like splitting hairs, but I believe that initial presentation is a huge part of onboarding players to your IP. It's possible to make rich and deep system mechanics without throwing a page of numbers at the player early in the character creation process, when many players have no idea of what character they want to make or what traits/skills/perks are important. As I showed in The Outer Worlds with skills, you can delay some decisions until the player has experienced the game and decided what they would like to explore in terms of player characteristics.

Q: When you created Fallout, did you view humanity from a cynical or hopeful perspective? On one side, the game has raiders and plenty of human flaws, besides nuclear war. On the other, humanity perseveres in the face of adversity, and changes, and tries to break the cycle through the Master/NCR/Brotherhood. A: Fallout represents many viewpoints. Some people on the team were cynical and liked to explore the darker side of human nature, while others were optimistic and hopeful that people would emerge from a cataclysmic event with a desire to make sure it never happened again. I always liked that Fallout showed that blend of perspectives.

Q: What were some setting ideas/content/artwork you considered for Fallout, but never publicly talked about or revealed publicly? A: We always wanted an equivalent to GURPS disadvantages in Fallout, but the closest we could come were traits, which were a blend of advantages and disadvantages. I eventually made flaws in The Outer Worlds.

Q: Did you establish that the Fallout timeline diverged from ours during Fallout's development? If so, did you establish when it more or less occurred (i.e. the timeline went in the Fallout direction and the transistor never caught on etc.? A: We always thought there was a divergence, but we never thought it was a single event where the timeline diverged, i.e. the invention of the transistor. Instead, Fallout represented a future that the 1950s thought might happen.

Q: Fallout was originally a sequel to Wasteland (according to Campbell) and many references remain in it. Did you see it as feasible to integrate it into the Fallout series, or at least made Fallout compatible with it? A: We made Fallout with ideas that were independent of Wasteland. It might be possible to merge the two, but I would always wonder what the point was. Why are you trying to force these two disparate IPs together?

Q: Do you remember why the Jackals and Vipers were cut? Were there any plans to involve them in the later development stages, or were they cut early on? A: I am not sure, but they seemed to be included as background information for characters like Ian. They weren't cut as much as they weren't explored.

Q: Were there any notable technical limitations, where the creative solution became an important part of the game's identity? A: So many. We explored making Fallout a 3D game, but the limitations of 3D games at the time pushed us back to an isometric game. Similar technical issues removed height features from the game. I am not sure what people consider part of the game's identity, but we surely wrestled with technical limitations.

Q: What is the one question you never get asked but wish it was? A: Why are you so awesome? :) No, seriously, fans have asked some very insightful questions over the years. Some of our answers have been "I don't know. We just kind of went with our gut feelings on that." I know it's not what people want to hear, but it's true.

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Q: What were some of the setting ideas you considered for Fallout, but never talked about publicly? A: I think we’ve talked about all of them publicly at this point Q: What would you name the aesthetic design of Fallout 1 and 2? No, it can't just be called "Fallout style". A: I originally called it retro future fifties, I think, but the kids call it atompunk these days :P Q: What were the rules made regarding what did and did not fit Fallout's art style? A: We were very loose with our rules, especially since we started out as a non-retro fifties Road Warrior-centric inspired RPG. We also had to work with what we had in terms of time and budget, so we were a lot more flexible about what fit the setting than we would be now Q: Does the original artwork that you made (especially the unplugged television) still exist in a higher quality medium than what comes with the CD? If yes, will there ever be a book that is the Art of Fallout? A: I don’t know if the original 3d art files exist anywhere, and, if they did, what would have to be done to use them since they were made in PowerAnimator on Unix SGI machines. I have some of my original sketches in a sketchbook, but that’s about it. I wish I knew what happened to the clay heads, though, I made the Overseer’s and would love to have been able to keep it Q: What's the significance of the giant heads all over Fallout? Is it just Art Deco or something more eldritch/mysterious? A: We just thought they looked cool Q: I know that the talking heads were made with clay models and then digitized. Were the overworld sprites clay models too? A: The only other clay model was the Deathclaw, everything else was modeled in 3d programs Q: Many of Fallout's inspirations are worn on its sleeves, Mad Max, for instance, but are there any sources of inspiration which do not get enough love? A reference that you hoped everyone would pick up, but nobody did? A: The Hard-Boiled comic book mini-series by Frank Miller and Geoff Darrow and the City of Lost Children movie Q: Were there any notable technical limitations, where the creative solution became an important part of the game's identity? Specifically in terms of artwork. A: The whole reason the intro was on a TV was so that we could add noise and have a reason for any people to be fairly small in the frame but still have impact due to the difficulty of making realistic human beings back then. Also the reason for the clay heads. We also used the pixelization that was inherent in the color palleting process to make everything look dirty, which I was always very proud of but no one noticed... Q: Did you ever elaborate on your idea of the commonwealths? Tim Cain mentioned you came up with the idea while designing the alternate US flag (which DOES look cool and distinct), but did anything come out of it? A: Not that I remember Q: What's the one question you are never asked, but would like to be asked? A: I can’t think of any offhand (I’ve done a lot of FO interviews over the years 😝). If I think of any I’ll bring them up during the chat

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Q: What is the one thing you are particularly proud of in Fallout, but never seem to get proper credit for? A: When working on the original design we had quite a few brainstorming sessions. I remember coming up with these ideas: suggested game tile: Vault 13, reason to leave the vault: faulty "water purification chip", source of mutations: genetically engineered virus call FEV (Forced Evolutionary Virus) Q: Were there any notable technical limitations, where the creative solution became an important part of the game's identity? Or any other solutions that involved non-obvious resolves? A: Because we started out with the GURPS ruleset, we necessarily had hex-based maps. I don't know of any other CRPGs that did that. Q: Many of Fallout's inspirations are worn on its sleeves, Mad Max, for instance, but are there any sources of inspiration which do not get enough love? A: Brotherhood of Steel (designed by Scott Campbell) always felt like a nod to Pure Strain Humans in Gamma World. Ask him though! Q: Fallout was originally a sequel to Wasteland (according to Campbell) and many references remain in it. Did you see it as feasible to integrate it into the Fallout series, or at least made Fallout compatible with it? A: My understanding was Interplay did not have the copyright to Wasteland, and we weren't willing to pay for it, so we had to be careful to "not be too close to it and get sued". Q: What is the one question you never get asked, but wish it was? A: I'm not as famous as others, so I never get asked anything. :) So I would like to be asked, "What did you work on?" After Tim Cain I was the first member of the team, joining as Lead Scriptor. Because there was nothing to script (because we didn't yet have a game engine), I designed and coded a number of foundational data structures used by engine/map editor (e.g. 6 different types of map objects). Also, I wrote a number of tools including Framer, which imported Maya-rendered GIFs, allowed you to adjust offsets and animation speed, and exported .frm files containing animation and game data.

#fallout 1 #fallout #falloutfun #tim cain #leonard boyarsky #jason taylor

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inappropriatemetalfilth · 1 year

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Are you as tired of sticky icky sunscreen, as I am? Try DRAGONSKIN as sunprotection! (x)

In the Nerd of the Rings interview the uruk cast talk about the cloaks seen in The Rings of Power. (~33:10 – 37:39) They got them from dragons! Uruk Lore The uruk´s cloaks were made from dragonskin. COLD-DRAKES (before they breath fire *) specifically. They would have prowled around their lairs to find those. Their skin was suitable as cloak material due to it being immune to fire, as well as translucent but “also very good at blocking out the sun.” (The briefly mention how in the books it is said that Sauron had taken orcs to the far north, where we know smaug came from.) Costume care The cloaks were not just thrown on but positioned, they were carefully coloured and broken down with dirt and sulfur (?). Every aspect was chosen carefully, including details like stitching on a helmet or the precise ruching of a cloak on a shoulder. If you look at a shot of the show every single part of that frame has been considered.

Acting The capes were made from some rubber, latex material and “to put it mildly, very warm in the middle of summer” (Robert Strange) as well as heavy. The holes and rips where they were broken down also posed a challenge for the actors. These could get caught on every little bit on the set and it has happened that someone tried to do something impressive but got caught on something. (They have more words about the heat issues, including a Tatooine double sun joke (summer and lights).) Unrelated gif of an uruk falling in 1x6 (bottom right corner) & a random Vrath from 1x4:

Corrections and additions very welcome. (*) I´m rusty on the lore here, from what I read cold drakes don´t have fire breathing in adulthood either, which would make the comment that they got them from young ones because they don’t yet breath fire irrelevant? Or was this meant to say they hunted cold drakes as well as younger dragons of other kind that had not yet reached the fire breathing stage? Moreover how would one approach the tanning of dragon leather? Is that your usual process, or are there some other things you have to take care of when working with dragon? I do now want some scenes with uruks scraping, salting, liming etc. some dragon hides ... and also some of the hunting ...

#the rings of power #magrot #rings of power #tropedit #uruk culture #the rings of power s01e03 adar #the rings of power s01e06 udûn #clothing #trop bts behind the scenes #the rings of power s01e04 the great wave #vrath #mine lotr

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lifeonthemurdersim · 8 months

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i am here in your inbox like i said i would be to ask about my buddy, my pal, Azazel 🫡

🔮: If they were to feature in the art of a tarot card, which one would it be and why?

👀: Describe their physical appearance in as much detail as possible. Facial features, colors, height, build, etc.

🙏: What are their feelings on religion? If they are religious, what do they practice? How much of an impact does it have on their daily life? (knowing what i know i had to do this one lmaoo)

Thank you! 🥰 Yesssss, Azazel! He will absolutely be your buddy and help you away from the mean murder men! Unless he has an oops moment and kills you with his powers by mistake but that's RARE, okay?

🔮: If they were to feature in the art of a tarot card, which one would it be and why?

I would put Azazel on Judgement. Yes, part of that is because he's literally an angel, which the card depicts, and one could say the way the angel is presiding over people with them all looking to him reflects the whole accidentally-starting-a-cult situation(see below).

But the main reason I chose it is because he's a fallen angel so I would depict him as the card reversed, and the reversed meanings fit him so well. Indecisiveness and self doubt are some of his biggest weaknesses, and unfair blame (from the other angels towards him) is one of the most important things about his character. He's a falsely accused fallen angel.

👀: Describe their physical appearance in as much detail as possible. Facial features, colors, height, build, etc.

Azazel is slim but with slightly broader shoulders, and 6'7", so he's within the range that could appear human but is noticeably tall.

Azazel is Black and fairly dark skinned. He has long very coily bright white hair with a slight glow to it which can only really be seen in dim light. He generally wears his hair in twists or braids, because if he wears it naturally it's noticeably halo-like. Azazel has bright purple eyes, and for a while on earth he tried wearing brown contact lenses to hide them, until he realised he could just tell people he wore purple ones.

Azazel appears physically to be in his late twenties. He's actually much older, though in angel terms he's still considered young, which is one of the reasons he was used as such a scapegoat.

Azazel will possibly be my biggest challenge to draw because I don't have a sense of his features yet, all I know is he's supposed to be incredibly beautiful. The kind of beautiful that just makes you want to stare at him. If you look him in the eyes though, it can be almost too intense and overwhelming. The only way a human could handle it without feeling uncomfortable is if they formed a very deep emotional connection with him.

Azazel has a few intricate designs scarified onto his body. They look beautiful but they represent every infraction he was accused of in heaven, and came up automatically at the time, so on the plus side, they weren't very painful for him.

What was very painful was when he cut off his wings when he tried to begin passing as a human. He had someone to stitch them up and they're only really noticeable if he's shirtless. However, they're still "there" in a non-physical sense and again, if MC was to get close enough to him emotionally they may be able to "see" them.

🙏: What are their feelings on religion? If they are religious, what do they practice? How much of an impact does it have on their daily life?

Yep, you very much knew what you were doing here 🤣 bitch he is religion okurrrrrrr (he would not fucking say that)

As an angel, religious belief itself is a mystery to Azazel because he kind of knows the afterlife and other things that don't necessarily correlate to any religion's viewpoint. He has no interest in spreading the truth about that or whatever, he's just trying to live his life. He's absolutely terrified of being sent back to heaven though.

When he was thrown out of heaven to earth (his "crimes" were not egregious enough for hell) he was found by a group of people (naming no names Isaiah) who ended up worshipping him and forming a cult around him. It was honestly a terrifying experience for him that he's still not over. That was when he made the decision to try and blend in a little more, but he's never truly free from the cult.

He doesn't shirk responsibility with regards to that though. He feels just as guilty as he does afraid, and that's why he has a responsibility towards a MC involved with the cult he accidentally spawned, or that are targeted by malicious demons, angels etc.

So yeah, he has a horrible experience with religion and his overall reaction is fear.

#zazey zaaaazey #gah. love him.#oc: azazel blake #murder sim oc #thank you for the ask!#asks #might tag more later #boyfriend to death oc #...sort of?

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talesofmetalandmagic · 1 year

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Azir and Taliyah – sparse recovery headcanons

Only until he’s recovered, she’d told Nasus. That’s more than he deserves from me or any weaver. And the moment he attempts anything nasty on us… I’m out.

Taliyah has every reason to loathe Azir, and only chose to become part of his retinue for kindness towards Nasus and Sivir, who do genuinely care (Sivir hides it better, but hey, he still saved her life), and because she finds torture appalling regardless of who’s on the receiving end of it.

Still, even she couldn’t possibly imagine how bad it’d get. The stitch signs on his eyelids, the tattered and ragged feathers, the emaciated skinniness, the curved posture with the bowed head, the twitchy eyes and the shaky hands are just the first details she notices. He doesn’t even look like a hawk.

After it’s become clear that Azir has been completely and utterly humbled, and a lot of his old habits are of the past, she, clever girl she is, takes the chance to not only help a poor penniless old man in need – which Azir is – by giving him a new purpose, but turn a powerful asset towards the downtrodden and to a good cause.

Nasus tries to bring Azir back to new by bringing back old habits, which Azir can hardly stomach now that Xerath has tainted them. Certain smells and food – most notably milk and honey – the feel of heavy crowds, heavy jewelry… all stuff he loved, but he now sees as pain. So it’s Taliyah who shows him new ways to have fun and new things to try.

She teaches him new recipes that don’t involve milk and honey, tells him stories of the modern world he wasn’t alive to see, and shows him natural remedies the court would not allow.

Sometimes he watches her weave and admires her handiwork like a relaxing light show.

One night she catches him in a nice mood and makes a stone caricature of him – a chicken in a fancy helm. He gets angry, showing some of his old colors… but then it quiets down and he sits back, eyes low and absent. She realizes she pushed some trigger button on him and gives him the nicest apology she can manage.

“So this way of mocking people is just how… you talk to friends?” “Yes, my lord. If it pleases you to be called a friend of mine” “I don’t know what pleases me anymore. But I appreciate your apology, and I apologize myself for this displeasurable conduct.” Because yes, being triggered after more than a year of torture is very displeasurable mr. birb man, and not at all a sign that you need comfort and help and therapy

As you’d imagine, one of Taliyah’s first lessons is “throw that etiquette out the window and learn to have fun”. The second is “mental health is good actually, crying and needing help aren’t signs of weakness and people will be there for you.”

Azir is genuinely surprised Taliyah’s parents didn’t cane her. She on the other hand is appalled to find out Azir’s parents did. “No my lord that’s not discipline you’ve been abused!”

Sometimes he rests his head on her lap and lets her pet his feathers. They’re slowly growing back in shape, “so soft they’ll come from the provinces to stroke them”. It’s one of the few gestures from yore Xerath didn’t taint, and Azir associates it with his late children.

He loves talking to her about his family, the kids he had and how much every day it pains him to never see them again. That’s something Taliyah knows even she can’t heal. She just lets him vent and even get emotional. Sometimes just having a young person around helps soothe the pain.

“Pain is always legitimate. Don’t let your heart harden, my lord. Keep it soft… but firm, like these stones.”

Taliyah remembers her days at Noxus before Yasuo. She remembers the fear, the blood, the cruelty. That’s why the blossoms of love within Azir give her hope, and not just to prove she’s beyond that mindset: he can’t be all bad. She’s seen monsters, elsewhere. People too can be molded, can’t they?

And so she tells him about the cruelty of Noxus and Yasuo’s kindness and pain. It helps Azir feel less alone in the whole “they tortured me” thing and sparks some empathy.

Other times they stargaze. He loved doing it with Xer… with that one as a kid. She represents a second chance, and damn heck he’ll take it.

“I know I should move on, sweet girl, but where would I go?” “Shurima is big, my lord. There’s always room for one more.”

#league of legends #lol #azir #azir’s new groove #omah azir #emperor azir #xerath #Nasus #taliyah #she’s so sweet and she will give Azir the hugs he needs #she doesn’t see the emperor she just sees a man in need

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shoppncarticles · 1 year

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The Shuppet Family

Now here’s one I’ve been highly anticipating reviewing. Shuppet is our next pure Ghost type, and about as close to a traditional bedsheet ghost as I’m sure Pokemon will get. Shuppet looks like a spooky little cloth draped over something is a big, protruding horn, or perhaps an invisible string holding it up in the air. It’s said to feed on negative emotions of people in the houses it haunts, and has a nicely limited gloomy palette to match. While there isn’t much to say on Shuppet, it’s once the little specter evolves when things get interesting.

Banette is Pokemon’s classical haunted doll monster, a bundle of afterlife anger and agitation who apparently sticks itself with needles and pins in order to lay curses on people it especially dislikes, like an accursed voodoo doll. What’s more, Banette supposedly tends to come into existence by the betrayal and abandonment an everyday plush toy feels after having been tossed aside by its previous owner, and is said to hunt them down mercilessly in vengeance. While it does bring into question how Banette can evolve from something else, it is a wonderfully demented piece of lore to attach to this more unassuming Ghost type.

Banette isn’t a bad start to a design, being a solid little mass of a plush doll with a zipper mouth to help show off its origins. The odd shape of its eyes is nice too, and the odd coloring is something I’ve seen reflected as the clear, glassy plastic often used as eyes on numerous plushies, which is a fitting visual in my mind. The little yellow bit acting as Banette’s tail I have also seen portrayed as a bit of stuffing leaking from its body, which is a good interpretation in my mind.

…Unfortunately, Banette does admittedly come across as a bit too simplistic, especially as far as unloved voodoo dolls go. You’d think it would have a couple sewing pins sticking out of its body in random locations from all the times it tried laying hexes on its previous owners, or at least carry one, but none are to be seen.

What’s more personally upsetting to me, though, is just how much of Banette is a single, solid color. C’mon, it’s supposed to be an old, scummy ragdoll, isn’t it?? Where’s all the mismatched patchwork it ought to have! Where’s all the obvious, haphazard stitching it’s been repeatedly repaired with!! If that tail is indeed a bit of stuffing leaking from its body, it should have more coming from its seams, that it doesn’t even have now, might I add!!! Banette’s got the zipper mouth to at least make it feel a bit like a plush at first glance, but if it didn’t have that it’d be seriously lacking in proper spooky doll attire.

While Banette never got these problems properly addressed, it did gain a Mega Evolution which instead took things in quite a different direction. Mega Banette is now decked out in numerous zippers, including some at the ends of its hands and torso, unzipping to give way to some mysterious pinkish mass within the doll’s fabric. It even has a comically long zipper extending from its eye all the way around the back of its head to its tip, like some off-key Kingdom Hearts character. While this doesn’t really solve the problems I had with Banette previously, it does help give its design a bit more detail, while also raising the question of what the hell is inside Banette?

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While the Pokedex states this to be raw ‘cursing energy,’ my favorite fan interpretation of Mega Banette by far is seen in this craft video. The artist imagines its insides as some grotesque, veiny, fleshy mass that really helps accentuate Banette’s morbid and ominous nature tenfold. They even gave Mega Banette a set of sharp teeth behind its mouth-zipper, which I enjoy heavily. It may not be stitched together and messily patchworked, but this is still the kind of accursed doll I really wanted out of Banette in the first place in quite the excellently twisted way.

It’s just a bit of a shame then that this is Mega Banette we’re talking about, and not a traditional third-stage evolution like so many other Pokemon were granted. C’mon Game Freak, how come I can’t use the awfully over-zippered plush doll in places where Mega Evolution isn’t allowed, huh???

Score: 5/5 - PERFECT!

The spookier and ghastlier Pokemon designs get is usually the better in my mind.

[Gen 3 Archive]

#pokemon #pokemon review #shuppet #banette #mega banette

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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year

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some super quick ask answering!! you know the drill.

tw: sex-ual implications, links to n'sfw works, and references to gore

Oh, may I give a few recs? Not exactly the yandere ones, but monster ones – Nemu is a treasure, really! I loved monster design in Lustful Kitty Cat and Tanuki's Lover is rlly sweet xD If talking about more yandere side, A Gently Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl r kinda nice, but I'm not a fan of artstyle.

Hope u didn't mind it, have a nice day!

(here's links on that recs, pls ignore if this is too much x"D)

Few of Nemu works: Lustful kitty cat--- bato.to/series/101308/lustful-little-kitty-cat Kissing is a no-no--- bato.to/series/101223/kissing-is-a-no-no Love Marking(sequel to kissing is a no no)--- bato.to/series/105109/love-marking Pure wet love--- bato.to/series/98787/pure-wet-love Tanuki's Lover--- bato.to/series/105054/tanuki-s-lover-official --- A Gently Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl --- https://comiko.net/chapter/2044214

Again, have a nice day! —anonymous

ive read all of those!! good taste, nonnie <3 especially since ive lost couple links and i couldn’t find them again. tysm!!

note to the curious: all of these are not safe for work!! and a couple may contain noncon. proceed on your own discrete.

Lol don’t apologize, I knew it was gonna be fucked when I read the tags I just didn’t realize ppl were making hentai into psychological warfare nowadays haha —anonymous

yeah (good written) horror pron (as in with legit pron) would do that to ya, theyre not that common though, which is unfortunate as it’s a niche thing i wouldve loved to see more of. pretty rare to find a good / decent story with both horror and pron, more so with the character leads surviving in the end. you’ll find more of these in animation, but in the live action ones (which…i don’t usually browse for, tbh), it’s a huge hit or miss with mostly on the miss since what ive seen is literally just pron on the horror setting and that is it. :\

i do try and contribute to that niche however i can tho lol

Any thoughts on the upcoming FF7 Rebirth game? —anonymous

im broke and i don’t have ps5 :c but also, gimme my vinny boi. where is he.

I think your re-interpretation of the Krasue was cool. I don't see why it would be offensive. But I wonder, when reader saw him without his scarf, he ripped his torso out of the rest of his body? I didn't really understand. —anonymous

sorry nonnie! i tried to keep the story short so ive left out some details (my bad) and ive sorta kept that vague for the readers personal interpretation. i actually kinda imagined several ways the darling couldve caught him changing

i also mentioned that the neighbor also wears long sleeves and gloves, ya? so he was probably all ‘gross’ under his neck thus why he had to wear a scarf. the reader walked in on him ‘naked’.

i also paralleled the scarf to another less commonly known story, The Woman With the Ribbon Around Her Neck, in which if the ribbon is removed, the woman basically falls apart. you can assume that the scarf could potentially do the same, getting it removed would have the neighbor ‘falling’ apart, so to say. the reader walked on him ‘falling’ apart the seconds after he’d discarded his scarf to let his ‘skin’ breathe or whatever.

another way is that, he was hiding the scars you'd have commonly seen with the dead who’d undergone the autopsy, but the stitches couldn’t keep him ‘together’ well enough so he’d have to wear a scarf and everything else to hide the fact that he was basically a walking corpse slash a monster possessing a human skin. the reader walked on him and caught the sight of his abnormal stitches and the neighbor probably started overreacting upon seeing his darling and tore himself out of his body or something. idk.

those are just several possibilities though (i…actually liked them all and i couldn’t decide on which to implement), but all revolving around the fact that the neighbor obviously never wanted to show any bit of naked skin but his face for good reasons + the reader being oblivious / a bit pushy about it.

i actually tried to have the story to sound a little like a common myth to teach a lesson about being too curious / too trusting but idk if that came cross that clearly.

hope that explained some??

and ig im being a bit of worrywart. i never wanted to offend anyone over their cultural values, as their culture is an important part of who they are.

slowly chipping away at my inktober thing. no promises though, since its giving me a bit of trouble and having debates if its too long or not lol

also, yep, im shadowbanned. i'll be posting a bit more about that tonight. gonna try and appeal. sighs.

as always, my inbox is always open for whatever~!

#☠️monster is whispering...#☠️not writing...#ghosts are curious.👻#anonymous #asked #answered #a momster's recommendation.🦇#links #link #tw: gore mention #tw: body horror #implications

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