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feastofcadavers · 5 months

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“Vampire. You can’t be sleeping on my work notes every time you finish eating!” The bitter voice of Alchemist made Vampire grimace as it covered up the sound of peaceful violin music being played over a nearby radio. He’d yawn, picking himself up from the spot that would be too small for him if he hadn’t stuck to bat form. He wouldn’t budge, instead rolling away from his sibling before being picked up and getting multiple squeaks out of him as he flailed around. “Get off! I’m trying to fix the both of us here!” Even if it was a bit harsh, Alch at least had the courtesy not to throw Vampire at the wall, and rather just dropped him on the floor. The red-headed sibling would groan, shifting out of bat form to shake off the fall.

“Sis… you’re so stressed over this… We’re gonna eat people still even if you do find something to fix this…” Vamp would sigh, flopping over to lay on the floor. “Besides, you’re gonna get in trouble… Y’know how that bastard loves overly excessive punishments…” Even with his warnings, and the warnings of the head of the manor, Alchemist would continue fussing about with research papers and whatever ingredients she could find from the outside. Tattered wings flittering with irritation, the shorter of the siblings would take care not to step on Vamp as she walked by to her cauldron. “This is about more than us.” She’d snip, taking a stepping stool up to get over the top of one of the only things she took with her. “There’s only two of us, and how many are out there? Approximately fifty or so?” Vamp thought there was a lot more, but it’s not like he’d count. “At an exponential rate of growth, this world will be eaten away at in mere decades!”

“A decade… Isn’t that a long time…?” The redhead would smile like a doofus when his sister looked back at him with scorn. “I’m just sayin’, I’d rather have someone else do what you’re doin’. There’s that Aloe person, maybe they could do it?”

“They are busy with their own difficulties.” Alch retorted, “If no one else can do it, I will. I don’t care if it risks my life if it means others don’t have to deal with the bullshit we do.” The swear made Vampire perk up, giving a small laugh, “Lil sis, you’re not supposed to say bad words!” “I’m in my twenties, batty, shut up.” “Fine, fiiiine…”

…

Vampire would sigh, looking over to the very radio he had listened to what felt to be forever ago. Batteries were dead, unable to make another peep. He remembers the music too clearly, it being one of Mint’s many songs being played at the time. He would be lying if he said that the music didn’t hold a special place in his heart for both him and his sister… Though that didn’t matter too much now. There wouldn’t be any more music from Mint considering the physical state he was in.

The drunkard took in a deep breath, exhaling as he laid back on the bed he’d been contemplatively staring at for who knows how long. Though as an irritating interruption to the relaxation he just started, there was a stir from across the room. Gaze falling to the singular chair of the room, Caramel was slowly coming to. Unfortunate, he was kind of hoping that he wouldn’t have to actually take care of anyone.

Picking himself up and striding over, Vamp would give the weak one a pat on the cheek. “Heeeeey buddy, wake uuup.” Thankfully, the groan that the drunk received was a good enough response to prove he was alive and fine. “Where-...” The white-haired individual would slur, unable to fully see or process anything around him. “Huh…” “Don’t worry tooooo much about what’s goin’ on, alriiiight?” Vamp would smile, trying to be at least a little polite. “Jus’ keeeeep resting, and I’m suuuure you’ll be fiiiine…” Even so, Vampire would be asked questions. Where are they? Who is he? Who am I? These would go answered, but barely. Short, few-word answers for the sake of brevity. Besides, there was something else on Vampire’s mind that kept him distracted.

“I don’t feeeel… all that hungry…” He’d murmur to himself, ignoring the confused look Caramel gave him. Indeed, his stomach didn’t feel as empty as it normally would. The cravings that normally were in the back of his mind were dulled. He felt… lighter, in a way. Did those two truly do it…? That lightness in his body quickly became tense. Something didn’t sit right about this.

Furrowing his brow, the drunkard took Caramel by the shoulders and slung him over his shoulders. The squeal and surprise that came from the apparent amnesiac was ignored as Vampire would practically run out of the room. “Where are we going?!” Cara would yelp, only to get the unsatisfactory answer of: “Somewhere verrrrry important. I neeeeed to check on someone suuuuuper important.”

…

They’re not here.

Where are they?

Vampire searched with an uncharacteristically tireless energy through the room that smelt even more like rotten flesh and blood than usual. What was once pulsing and squishing beneath one’s feet was now hard and dry- with three distinct lumps of dried flesh of concerningly large size catching the redhead’s attention. He’d set Caramel down- who was rightfully horrified by whatever the sweet Hell was going on around here- and with reckless abandon, tried to claw at the mounds of flesh.

Even if he was leaving scratch marks on the surface, there was very little progress being made. Despite this, Vampire would continue to try digging into the dead flesh again and again. There wasn’t any telling if this was even the right thing to do- if Mint, and Aloe as an afterthought, would be in these. What else was he to do? There was nothing else here?

“Uh… sir?” Caramel would whimper, “S-sir, above you…” Vampire would finally be pulled from his frantic scraping and look above the mounds. A bright red figure with little black horns standing atop of the dead skin was not the sight he expected to see. There was a startled scoff as he pulled back, bumping and knocking Caramel over without much care. “Who are you?!” He’d growl, immediately on guard as the figure just laughed at him.

“The Devil.” They’d reply, snickering at the other’s fear. “I’m sure you don’t know that, though! It’s not like everyone thinks of The Devil as some big, horrible monster and not… me! Just a little thing!” “I don’t care what you are…” Vampire’s wings flared open. “What did you do to the ones that came down here? What did you do to Mint?” The idle humming that the redhead received was all the more irritating to hear. The shrug he received wasn’t anything better. “It’s more like what they did to themselves! What, do you think I made them kill themselves?” “THEY WHAT!?” Vampire darted forward, trying and failing to grab the little scoundrel who just flew out of his way. He would have flown, too, if it weren’t for the fact he wouldn’t be able to focus enough to actually catch them. “You’re spouting lies! There’s no way they’d-... They wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh, reaaaaally?” The Devil flew back down, getting right against Vampire’s face with the biggest, most shit-eating grin. “You’re saying they’re both too selfish to sacrifice themselves for the world? One life for the benefit of so many others?”

“No, I’m not-! I’m-” Vampire would pause, taking just a moment to process what he’s been told as The Devil flew circles around him. “This is about more than us,” his sister’s voice echoed in his head, “I don’t care if it risks my life if it means others don’t have to deal with the bullshit we do.” Heart beating out of his chest, Vampire would find his will breaking down. Not him, too… Selfless sacrifice… What is wrong with them?!

Falling to his knees, the drunkard would attempt to stifle sobs, only to have that dam burst too easily. Screaming and wailing, Vampire would fall forward, punching against the dead flooring beneath him. “Not again!” He’d cry, “I don’t want to lose someone again! I can’t fucking take this!” Heartbroken, will broken, and with nothing else to lose… Vampire would press his head into the floor, and then begin bashing it in. “Why couldn’t I have been the one?! Not her,” his head hurt, “not him,” his heart hurt, “not either of them!” He felt as though he could fall apart at this moment, as if he hadn’t already.

Heaving with the skin on his forehead broken open enough to bleed, Vampire would inevitably pick himself back up. Not to a stand, but to a kneel. “Devil.” He’d speak flatly, devoid of care. To his surprise, the little red runt would leave their little bit of picking on Caramel to fly in front of Vampire’s sight. “Yeaaa?” “I’d like to make a deal.” “Ooh, classic! We love deals with The Devil!” The snickering would be interrupted as Vampire would take the little thing by the neck, squeezing and bringing them close. “I want those precious to me back. I don’t care what it takes.”

“Well-” The Devil coughed, turning a bit more purple than red thanks to being choked. “Usually I need something precious- like a person or whatever-” Easily granted. Vampire would use his other hand and pull out the charm of his sweet, late sister. “Done.” Even so, the struggling creature in his hand didn’t take it. “Actually, I-I need a blood sacrifice! Yea! Like a person, a precious person-” The Devil was promptly slammed into the mound that still had lingering claw marks on its surface. “I don’t HAVE those because they’re already DEAD!!” Tears dripped from Vampire’s chin at the admittance. It was true, yes, but it was even harder to say. “Then-” The little thing struggled, but wasn’t given mercy. “-then I can’t do it!” “YES YOU CAN, YOU BASTARD.” Did this demon have bones? From the creaking sounds Vamp heard, it certainly seemed like it. “GIVE ME MY FAMILY BACK- GIVE ME MY LOVE BACK-” “He doesn’t e-even love you that much-” “SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” He’d take The Devil by both hands, raising them up and slamming them onto the floor, getting the miscreant to hoarsely scream in pain as their bones cracked against the hardened flesh beneath them.

“If you won’t give them back… Then I’ll- I’ll just-...” Vampire bared his fangs, looking down at the feeble excuse for a demon in his hands. They were trembling, as if they were somehow powerless despite being The Devil. For something that seemed to be able to do so much, they certainly were doing so little. “I’ll take them back mysssself.” Throwing his head forward, the vampire would dig his teeth deep into The Devil’s flesh. It felt fizzy. Delicious. The taste nearly made him feel dizzy as he tore away the skin at The Devil’s neck. Uncaring for the spewing fluid that stained his face and his clothes, the vampire would continue to chomp and rend flesh from bone. There was a small touch to his shoulder, prompting the redhead to look behind him and hiss, the action splattering blood onto poor Caramel. With that amnesic annoyance too scared to do much else other than an attempt to run out- not that the bloodsucker would care- the feasting upon The Devil would continue.

The Vampire’s skin felt hot as the blood that felt strangely carbonated would be lapped up and swallowed. No part of this creature’s body would be left unscathed. Knawing on bone, chewing through cartilage, devouring red meat with all the fervor of a starved animal. Biting was used as a method to dig deep into the newly stilled corpse- Tearing away innards and consuming whatever was haphazardly deemed edible. No muscle left untorn, no piece of bone left unbroken… “This is… my ssstory…” The Vampire would speak breathlessly, having barely taken the time to inhale between severing organs with its mouth alone. “I’ll make thissss my… ending…”

When the feeding was finally over, The Vampire would wobbly lift itself from the corpse it had created, looking around the room with a sharp gaze. “What will it take… for me to have you both back…?” It would murmur, eyes affixed on the dead flesh. “What ssssacrifice do I need to make…?” It took a deep breath, looking down at its bloodied hands, and its sister’s charm. “Do I need to ssstart it all over? Isss that what… will ssssave you?”

The cold, putrid-smelling air would become still as The Vampire stood. Swaying in place, contemplating. The compulsion of yearning, the obsession of hunger… Without that, where was it? “No devil to deal with… then, perhapsss…” The lost one would kneel in front of the mounds of flesh, finding it far too easy to tear them open. Wrong on two tries, and puzzled as to why there was an unrecognizable golden-colored corpse here, it would eventually find the half-eaten away body of what was one of its sole motivators for so long. “I’ll make a deal with myssself…”

Dragging the green and white haired body out of the mound, The Vampire didn’t bat an eye at the exposed nerves and bones that were left to open air from the flesh that hadn’t yet devoured him fully. “You need a proper sssacrifice,” it told itself, “what will you do with the dead?” Such a question brought a laugh from itself as it knelt down and gave a gentle kiss to the partially decayed forehead of the violinist’s cold, unmoving body.

“Until I can ssssave what belongssss to me…” Hands steady, the redhead would gently take a portion of Mint’s hair and tie it in a very awkward-looking ponytail with its sister’s charm. It… looked nice, all things considered. “I will treat this world as my rightful feasssst… for the cadaverssss of those I love… I will create as many more bodiesss as I need to have them back.” The Vampire would reach its hands gently beneath the body of the half-consumed, picking him up with all the gentle nature of a widow.

“I’ll ressstart thisss Hell if I have to. But until then…” Looking down at the mangled mess that was Mint’s body, it would breathe a small sigh of relief. “At least I have ssssomething to hold on to…”

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felixcloud6288 · 7 months

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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 39

I heard the squeal of 1,000 Royai fans.

The chapter opens with the tension going from bad to worse as Wrath is now on the scene. Hawkeye and Al are following the trail of Barry's blood and we shift from seeing Barry's blood to Roy's as Lust defeats Roy and heads off to eliminate Hawkeye and Al.

Remember that detail I brought up last chapter about Roy and Havoc finding that room on their right? When Lust leaves the room, she turns to the right when walking down the hallway.

Lust is walking in the direction Roy and Havoc were walking before they found that room. In other words, Lust is walking in the opposite direction that Hawkeye and Alphonse are. But she encounters them later, meaning the hallway is circular.

Hawkeye and Al catch up to Barry in a room with an more detailed version of the Lab 5 mural. I can't make out much of the new detail because the images are pretty low-resolution. The one thing I could make out is the three squares at the bottom now have "LEM ENS" written into them. If it's meant to be a single word, LEMENS translates to "filling" according to Google. If it's two separate words though "LEM ENS" translates to "the problem being".

Barry is surprisingly insightful about the nature of the body and soul. He talks about how souls are compatible only to their original bodies and will reject anything else. Alphonse hadn't considered this but now realizes he's running on limited time.

Lin and Lan Fan are fighting Envy and Gluttony. Envy manages to destroy the concrete brick road with a punch. The homunculi were about to reveal their true power only for Pride to stop them and make them retreat. This is the first time we see Envy and Gluttony in a proper battle, and they spent it being clowned. But we got denied the second phase of that boss fight. And how strong of a monster is Pride if it cowed these other monsters into submission.

Lust encounters Barry, Alphonse, and Hawkeye and immediately eliminates Barry. When Lust brags about killing Roy, Riza guns her down with everything she has. Her eyes were doing that thing from the moment she realized Roy was dead until she realized she could do nothing about it.

She had gripped her guns so hard that it rubbed her hands raw.

Alphonse stands his ground and creates a spear. We can see a clear difference between Al's aesthetic taste compared to Ed's. While Ed likes flashy and edgy designs, Al prefers simpler and more practical design. Alphonse's spear has no elaborate details but it has grips where you would hold the spear whereas Ed's spears didn't have anything like that.

Alphonse will not abandon Riza to save himself. He will become strong enough so no one else dies because of him. His thoughts go to Hughes, Martel, and Nina. Maybe at that moment, Al found his answer for how to move forward.

And Roy arrives and kills Lust by killing her until she stays dead. We've been waiting since chapter 6 to see what he's like in combat and it was worth the wait. No wonder he's not involved in combat often. Roy Mustang without anything to stop him, could probably defeat most of the enemies on his own.

Now let's talk about Roy's transmutation circle. At the top of the circle is a flame and at the bottom is a salamander, a creature often associated with fire. Inside the circle are four triangles arranged so that they look like two adjacent hourglasses. Each of those triangles have a straight line going through the tips which connect at the center of the circle. Inside those triangles is one last upright triangle.

An upside-down triangle with a line through it represents earth while an upright triangle with a line through it represents air. An upright triangle with no lines represents fire.

So here are my thoughts on Roy's transmutation circle. Despite it being flame alchemy, the true core of it comes from the manipulations of air, specifically oxygen. Meanwhile, I'd assume earth is for the fuel needed to burn and make the heat for a flame. So Flame alchemy on it's surface and core revolves around fire, but the mechanics that allow it to work revolve around the manipulation of earth and air to form the fuel needed to make a flame.

Roy Mustang, whose eyes were clear with killing intent until Lust was finally dead finally collapsed. Wrath chose to not intervene and instead called for ambulances to save everyone. Barry is gone, both in body and soul. Al came back to Winry, just as he promised. And the Super Heist is concluded.

Nina Trauma Count: 4

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Spoiler Discussion

Pride likely sent Wrath to Lab 3. His vessel lives in the same house as Wrath so he could easily tell Wrath the situation and send Wrath to help.

Lust's dying words were a curse to Roy. Eyes are a subtle theme throughout Roy's character. I'm constantly pointing out his eyes because of that. When he's forced to open the gate, he loses his sight and is left despairing over it, but he does overcome it and remains focused and looking forward even after.

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist reread

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alchemical-overreaction · 2 months

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(You’re teleported to my place)

WHAT THE HELL MAN!!!

Look, I’ve been to trying to do this the right way or whatever, but since you won’t answer my letters, then I’m just bringing you here myself.

Let’s talk.

*You seem to have teleported alch to your house while he was asleep as he is lying on the floor going hork snoo mimimimi*

#wizard island island

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fourandmoreeyes · 11 months

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[Heartless] The Fateful Encounter

Good job, me. I completely forgot I had a tumblr. In any case, I've found some inspiration lately in the form of @abd-illustrates-art. A friend sent me his YouTube channel, and I ended up navigating to his Concept Corner playlist wherein I saw his characters for a still-in-progress idea called Heartless. I highly recommend.

A disclaimer: these are my interpretations of things. While watching the CC playlist, I thought of a scene with the main character having a mission go wrong and also coming in contact with (one or two of) the BBEG(s). Nothing's set in stone here. Just having a bit of fun.

In any case, preamble aside, let's get into it.

It was hard to see past the smoke billowing from the crater. Every time Heartless tried to call out to his friends, he choked on his voice. “Alche—!” Another cough. “F… Flint—!” He grabbed his throat and backed away from the smoke.

“We’re all right!” shouted a voice past the cloud.

“Get the crystal and go!” shouted someone else.

Heartless spun around, looking frantically for the dull coloured crystal. “I can’t! I won’t leave you!” But he needed to find that crystal. It helped take the burden off his magical core; it empowered him. It… spoke to him? It was hard for him to understand, but if he could grab it, he knew that he’d get some answers.

“Can you really afford to say such a thing with that bleeding heart of yours?”

Heartless froze, and then the smoke suddenly exploded outward, spreading in all directions. Heartless raised his arms to protect his face and eyes as much as he could as he watched the well-dressed form descending from the crest of the crater. This figure was pale, sickly looking almost, and those dull eyes were trained directly on Heartless.

Heartless dropped his arms and began walking backwards. He kept his gaze trained on the figure slowly advancing on him, strolling with unnerving grace, gaze never wavering.

“Who is that?” Heartless heard followed by a more panicked,

“Flint, get down!”

The ground shook with a sudden attack. Alchemy and Flint cried out, and the sounds of combat burst into the air. Heartless whipped his head in the same direction as the voices, compelled to run to them in spite of the danger looming nearby.

“You—”

“—should pay attention,” the pale man said. He stopped on the gentle slope and canted his head down. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinising Heartless from afar. “Ah.” Before long, he sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his head. “Is this the true potential of magic…?”

Heartless frowned, looking at the man now. “What…?”

“Something like yourself… was created with the ‘miracle’ of magic.” The man raised a hand and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it further away from his face. “Is this defiance of nature something worth celebrating?”

Heartless stopped and stared at the man now. Though he wanted to go to his friends, he just couldn’t let this kind of insult stand. “I don’t know why I’m here… or why I’m like this― But you don’t have any right to judge!” He pointed at the man. “Who are you!”

The man listened, silently, his expression slightly more bothered than before. He removed his hand from his hair with a fan of his fingers. His hand moved in an arch, but even from this distance, Heartless felt a shift in the air. He had a feeling that things were going to go from bad to worse…

“I am Alastor Creed, member of the Jury.” He held his hand out at his side, palm up towards the sky. “I am, by all means, more than qualified to judge.”

“I—”

“You are dead.” Alastor charged forward. “I tire of speaking.”

He’s fast!

But Heartless was confident that he was faster. He moved backwards and kept the distance between him and the stranger. He felt the shadows at his feet, and they gave him more speed. This area was filled with still magic, and Heartless called upon anything that would bolster his own body. Strength and speed—those would be the most ideal. He could knock this guy over, get to Flint and Alchemy, and hopefully, get back into town before anything happened.

Something headed his call, and he leapt off his shadow. It twisted into a tight ball of dual-toned energy. Heartless volleyed the burning orb between his feet, allowing it to gather more and more magic until it flashed bright when it was complete. He rolled the ball onto the curve of his foot, kicked it up to his knee, and then knocked it up to slam his forehead against it.

The magic broke and flooded over his body. It sank into his body, took roots deep within him, and Heartless’ eyes glowed with the new power. He surged to the still advancing stranger, determined to take him out so that he could get to his friends.

But then, it felt like a sledgehammer cracked between his shoulder blades. His body felt suddenly empty, hollow; the magic core fueling his body stuttered out for a few seconds, and so Heartless went crashing to the ground, his body rolling across the dirt. Alastor easily dodged the rolling body. He slowed himself down and walked a few steps forward before turning to stare at the limp young man on the floor.

The magic core sparked to life, and Heartless’ body jerked when it did. The core burned and spiraled, building in intensity until Heartless gasped from the pain. He clawed his fingers into the ground and slowly pushed himself up. Like this, with his magic running at high intensity, he could feel the crystal’s location. It wasn’t far from him, somewhere close to the crater. He struggled up to his hands and knees.

Alastor sighed. “How sad, how grotesque.” WIth a quick series of moments, he removed a curled, crystalline dagger. He spun it sharply so that the blade was facing away from him. “But it is my duty to take care of you, and so I shall.”

He began walking towards Heartless again with that slow, eerie grace again. Heartless was still struggling to push himself up, but his core was burning through the life around him. The grass wilted and dried; the dirt turned dry and cracked. Alastor scowled the closer he drew. Heartless brought up his head and watched as Alastor drew the dagger above his head—

But then a new body flew in their direction, hitting the ground and bouncing unceremoniously. The woman groaned; she looked like a porcelain doll. Though, it was a good thing that she wasn’t as fragile; otherwise that landing would have been a lot darker. Heartless, taking the momentary distraction, forced himself to stand on his own two feet.

Alastor turned his head in the woman’s direction, but he didn’t look away from Heartless. “Alright, Lorelai?”

“Bit of a rough landing,” “Lorelai” replied, “but I’ll live.”

Alastor’s eyes widened, but before he could react, an extended magician’s cane slammed against his side and arm. Alastor’s expression scrunched in pain as he was knocked to the side. Not as far as Flint would have sent him, but far enough that Heartless felt confident enough to whip around and scramble for the crystal.

At the top of the crater, Heartless looked to see that Flint was fighting the real Lorelai. She ducked and dodged his wider strokes, but when she paused to use her magic, he would concentrate an attack on her mouth, forcing her to move out of the way. Heartless’ attention suddenly shot downward to the turned over earth, and he surged towards a spot where he began digging mindlessly.

The magic was here— the crystal was here!

“There you are.” Alastor jumped above Heartless, dagger poised for an attack.

Alchemy, now transformed back into their normal self, dove across the space to knock Heartless out of the way.

“Can you use it?” they gasped, sitting up and staring down at him.

The crystal was calling to him. How could he not?

“Hart!”

“Yes!” he shouted back.

His magic was being replenished at light speed; his skin tingled at the well of energy hiding within. He hadn’t had a chance to properly examine the crystal before its container exploded, but now that it was in his hands, it was more than he had expected. It was medium sized and extremely warm. The magic manifested as an undulating spectrum of cool tones underneath the crystal’s surface. Alchemy left him to fend off Alastor; Flint was fighting Lorelai. He wasn’t sure whether he should help or—

Get away, something whispered. It felt like a second sense, his conscience or maybe his intuition telling him to Go. Run away.

“Why?” he whispered as he tapped into that living well of power.

In seconds, his mind was flooded with faces of Witches from ages past, their powers, their intentions, their strengths. He choked around the flood, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. The Hungry Ghouls spun around his body, gnashing at the tendrils of power that began to flow around him. He couldn’t remember a time he felt so powerful.

Go… The crystal was insistent, but its voice weaker now.

Heartless pressed his lips together but decided not to ignore the better sense. He didn’t know who these people were, and just from the way that his powers shut down earlier, he didn’t want to take a chance.

He felt like he was falling, or maybe flying. The well of power was so much deeper than he had expected. It was an ocean—a whirlwind— a typhoon. It surrounded him with its energy, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, he felt harmonized with it. At one with it and the people who once used it before. Hands fell upon his arms and back, guiding him through the storm, going wtih him as he flew forward, higher, faster.

“Eira… River…” Heartless’ voice doubled as he channeled the power. It felt like the Witches of the past were speaking with him. “Take us to our friends!”

A portal opened before his eyes, and he could see the exterior of a building through a sunset coloured veil. The hands pushed him forward, and for a moment, he was afraid that he was alone, that the magic misunderstood. But it called to him, it was protecting him. He decided to trust it, and he reached out with both hands to the reds and orange shielding MOJO on the other side.

He opened his eyes as his spirit fell into his body. He was still on his back, but now he was on the ground in front of MOJO’s entryway. Alchemy was panting nearby, and Flint’s fist was an inch away from punching a hole into the exterior wall.

“Wha… we… what happened?” Alchemy asked, looking around frantically before staring down at Heartless. “Hart! Oh, thank goodness. You’re okay.”

Heartless blinked as he stared up at the sky. This was… certainly the village. He took mental stock of himself and realised that he felt exhausted now. But he could forgive that. They were safe now. He lifted his head enough to look down at himself as he opened up his hands. Fragments of the crystal fell onto his stomach. Now that the magic was gone, the ancient thing finally could no longer sustain itself.

That… resonated with Heartless, but he was too tired to think too deeply on it now.

The front door opened to MOJO opened. “Now, what is all this?” Moira asked as she stepped outside. Murphy readjusted on her shoulder before hooking its head on her shoulder and purring contentedly.

Heartless gave a tired laugh and said, “Sorry, Moira…” He opened up his hands to show off the fragments and crystal dust. “But the crystal broke.”

“Oh dear, well… Come in, so we can talk about it.”

Heartless looked between Alchemy and Flint before asking, “Any help?”

“I’ve got you,” Flnt said kindly. He walked closer and reached down for Heartless, who took the overly warm hand gratefully. Admittedly, he felt a bit guilty to see the crystal pieces drop to the ground, but he was too weak to stop them now.

Alchemy groaned and followed Moira into the building. “You will not believe the type of day we had. I thought this was supposed to be an easy job.”

“I said ‘doable’, not ‘easy,’” Moira corrected. “Poor things. I’ll put the kettle on for you. Doppel and Glass should be back in a little bit. Let’s wait for them to get in before you say anything.”

Flint carefully began walking forward, and Heartless looked behind him to the glittering crystal on the floor. “Thank you,” he said softly. But it seemed that was the last of his strength. “I’m going… to lay down.”

“...Hart? Hey!” Flint caught his friend rather easily, but even still, he felt concerned. Moira and Alchemy turned back to look at them. Flint sighed before gathering Heartless into his arms and carrying him that way. “I’ll take him to his room.”

“Go ahead, dear.” Moira reached back to take Alchemy by the wrist. “Come with me, love. Let River get you fixed up.”

“Yeah… Sure.” Alchemy hesitated a second, but then she was pulled along with Moira’s tug. “I’m right behind you.”

#megane writings #inspired by: art #fan fiction #abd illustrates #others: ocs #others: worlds

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makerofmadness · 4 months

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I'm gonna just watch through that entire Darkest Night Chapter 1 video I posted the link I found as I get opportunities to 'cus I think I just. Need to engage with some light-hearted stuff rn until I can go home and have my family around me.

anyway uh I've already watched a bit and Gingerbrave is the Chosen One so that's neat. Also there's a new villain. And some other cool-looking stuff. Anyway I'm mainly here to just dump about the Alchemist stuff I've seen so far I've paused in the middle of it because of school (just got back at the break between class and us going on a trip for class so that's why I'm writing this post-) because Alchemist Cookie Content Real and it's voice-acted I am in heaven just what the doctor ordered istg (look I've legitimately been having a crisis and. Some silly blorbo content is what I need to make it to the end of the week-)

btw my screenshots are from watching the video by 99TH VR that is a no-commentary walkthrough of the game so credit goes to where credit belongs.

This. Brings me joy. Look at her she's so scrunkly. (Also she says something about Gingerbrave looking "oddly familiar" and just. This is like barely into the game so im guessing there'll be an answer to that later or in the future chapters of the thing since this is "darkest night chapter 1" but Man im wondering is gingerbright gonna be in this and is that who she's referring to?-)

Ego as always (you go girl keep that self-confidence)

LOOK AT HER 😭😭

ok so while writing this post we went On The Road (museum trip for class) and basically without an actual WiFi I can't upload images (I've tried brute-forcing it several times and it just Won't) so. I'll just describe the rest of what I've seen:

*So apparently she's trying to awaken... Franken-Cookie???? Which looks like a giant version of Zombie Cookie. girl why is your life always surrounded by movie monsters first your brother is basically Dracula and now you're trying to wake Frankenstein's monster. What's next. (Also I find this ironic since Ovenbreak established that the idea of creating life is something that she doesn't seem to like since it makes her tense about Butter Bear. Then again she doesn't say she made franken cookie just that they have to wake them up to break the gate open).

*"I've been researching methods to concoct the most potent of Revival Potions" Alchemist and her Life And Revival Stuff again-

*Apparently Alch's just. Content to stay in here like Forever? Which makes me wonder where Vampire is... uh anyway like also she basically says she doesn't know anything about politics or care because she just wants to do alchemy and like. The fact she just calls the literal Darkest Lord and his shzt "politics mumbo-jumbo" sent me-

so yeah I'm just gonna watch more of this and then probably have more brainrot and hopefully that'll fix me at least a little bit before I go home-

#cookie run #cookie run: the darkest night #alchemist cookie #cookie run: the darkest night chapter 1 #<- idk how to even tag for this game tbh I'm trying my best

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terrovaniadorm · 2 years

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I finally finished her! So here she comes..

Name: Sieglinde Kamiya

Nicknames: Sieglinde Alche

Age: 16

Birthday: November 20th

Height: 154cm

Species: Human

Family: Adopted father, Viviane Alche (adopted sister), Adopted brothers

Homeland: A far away land

Twisted from: Sword of Dios

School: Witching Hour Academy (@witchinghouracademy)

Class: First year, middle course

Dorm: Rosecrux (@calderadorm)

Occupation: Student

Club: Infirmary

Best Subject: Biology

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Food: Spicy food

Likes: Anywhere that's peaceful and quiet

Dislikes: Being alone

Talents: She can't tell really ...

Hobby: gardening

Personality: Sieglinde is a quiet girl, she likes it when she's not noticed by others but she also desires to make friends... A girl who is conflicted to make people happy or making herself happy. Someone who fears to speak up about her true feelings, let's them lay dormant.

Unique Magic: The God Hand

The God Hand allows Sieglinde to create a personalized sword for anyone who is her "prince", every sword is different than the other.

This also means she can't create a sword for herself.

Trivia

-Adopted sister of Viviane Alche, they don't have a stable relationship

-Rose accessory she has is a gift from her birth parents, the only memory of them

-Sieglinde isn't a duelist, at all. She's trying to learn.

-She discovered her UM at a very young age, after trying to help an older boy she knew in he hometown.

-Sieglinde usually spends her time in the school's infirmary or in her room, taking care of her pot plants.

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Witching Hour Academy's shadow play showtime!

Once upon a time, the Rose Witch had stumbled upon a strange sight:

A lonely sage sheath, adorned with the finest golden details despite looking old and used, surrounded by wilted roses that would make every princess cry upon sight.

"What are you doing here, all alone?" the rose witch asked the sheath, "Wait for my new friend, the blade." it answered dismissively as the witch kneeled closer to it.

The Rose Witch asked again, "Why hasn't it taken you as well?" She gently moved the wilted roses away, clearing the surroundings. "The blade has an important purpose, i on the other hand simply accompany my friend…"

"What kind of blade abandons their friend?" to that the sheath couldn't answer, the Rose Witch grabbed the sheath, carefully lifting it, "A sheath without its sword is useless isn't it? Was it just using you to keep itself shiny?"

"No!!" the sheath cried out, "Friends look out for each other don't they.." it sounded like it was about to cry.

the Rose Witch smiled as she had a lesson for it, "One can look out for self like a friend could, there's value in everything." the witch put down the sheath, "One day perhaps you also can see the value without the sword."

With that the Rose Witch turned to leave. The sage sheath watched her leave without saying a word.

But did the sheath really believe the words of the Rose Witch? Could it truly be more than a sheath for a sword?

Oh, who knows! Who knows!

#MY TIME MANAGEMENT SUCKS RN BUT YALL HAVE TO GET USED TO IT ITS MY TRADEMARK #But yeah! Sieglinde for Rev's dorm #Her tale isn't too good ik but I'll edit it if i can actually make something good shhshshs I'm sorry #Twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland oc #Twst oc #Sieglinde Kamiya #Rosecrux #My art #Oc bios

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raspbeppie · 11 months

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♥ info ♥

about me: hi, im rasp! im a lesbian that uses any pronouns :} im a feeder and i've always been a big fan of bigger women, and i finally want to show it. i'm 19, and i'd rather minors begone from this blog due to its adult nature. i plan to reblog both other people's art that i enjoy, and also post my own art as well! i don't really want this blog to have much of a reach, as it is mostly for... personal use. but if you do wish to see some large ladies, go ahead and follow!

EDIT: i do not intend to engage with anyone via dm, as i am apprehensive about talking to strangers directly online, especially in sexual contexts. if you wish to ask about preferences, or chat in general about feedism, sending an ask would be preferred! if an ask doesnt get answered, i either haven't checked my inbox, or i didnt feel comfortable responding. thank you for your understanding!

tag key:

#wg this post is a part of a weight gain sequence. whether it be just one part of the sequence, or a collection of all of the parts of a sequence, you'll find em all in this tag!

#chubby this post is on the lowest end of the weight spectrum. girls that have a bit of a tummy go here!

#plump this post is second lowest on the weight spectrum. girls that might have a lot of trouble getting old clothes on go here!

#fat this post is the lower midrange on the weight spectrum. girls that have trouble fitting in aisles, doorways, and driver's seats go here!

#big this post is the higher midrange on the weight spectrum. girls that have trouble getting around go here!

#unreal this post is the beginning of the highrange of the weight spectrum. girls that can barely stand, hardly reach their mouth to feed themself, and get wiped out just trying to roll over go here!

#bus this post is the second highest in the highrange of the weight spectrum. girls that are the size of buses or bigger go here!

#sun this post is the highest in the weight spectrum. girls that are around the size of the sun go here!

#mobile this post contains a girl that can move on her own. girls that can make it to the fridge go here!

#immobile this post contains a girl that can't move on her own. girls that need assistance getting places, or getting things, go here!

#irl this post has a real girl in it. girls that take beautiful photos of themselves go here!

#text this post is text only. imagines, appreciation posts, and others' fiction about big girls go here!

#<3 this post is a personal favorite of mine! girls who pop buttons, spill out of jeans or bras, or just can't help themself go here!

#intox this post contains a lady unwinding with a substance before a big meal. girls that smoke or drink go here!

#alch this post contains a lady who is drinking or is drunk. girls that have a few beers before dinner go here!

#dandelion this post contains a lady who is smoking weed or is stoned. girls who get munchies go here!

#raspberryink this post contains my artwork. girls that i love to doodle go here!

#raspywriting this post contains my writing. girls that i love to drabble go here!

#info this post contains information either relevant to me or the blog itself. girls don't tend to go here! unless you count me!

(DISCLAIMER:)

i do tend to enjoy mobile ladies a bit more, but its not uncommon for me to enjoy a lady at an unreasonable size. this aside, i do not enjoy works with hospital equipment hooked up to a girl, as anything above the #unreal stage is pure fantasy for me. i'd prefer to keep it lighthearted and heavybodied, so works with that tone of seriousness won't be featured.

on a similar note, posts that feature intoxication (or intox for short) will tend more towards the light side, and often will be more towards weed rather than alcohol, mostly out of personal preference.

posts that feature bimbofication, or the act of dumbing down a feedee, will be incredibly sparse as well. i lean more towards a lucid lady, and situations where she may not be in the most control because of difficulty thinking all the time tends to rub me the wrong way.

#irl posts will be infrequent, since i don't wish to be disrespectful to any of the beautiful women who post themselves. weight spectrum catagorization will not apply to these posts either for the same reasons. remember that real women have their own thoughts and feelings as a person, this may be a fetish blog, but their comfort always comes first.

ai art of any kind will not be featured on this blog! bbw-draw or otherwise won't be posted, i would much rather appreciate the artists who kindly create and share with people like us.

thanks so much for reading! now, let's get to those big beautiful women!

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moonleash · 8 months

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intro: hi, im moon! or moonlight if were playing :D im an agender lesbian puppy that uses any pronouns and responds to feminine, masculine, and androgynous reference terms ( i.e. good girl, good boy, good pup). this is where ill be putting all my kink stuff thats pet, bdsm, and ddlg aligned.

taglist

#pup this post involves petplay! collars, leashes, heats, and barking all go here!

#tied this post involves bondage of some kind! rope or chains, shibari or basic knots, all those that are bound are found here!

#daddy, #mommy, and #little this post involves daddies or mommies rewarding or punishing their littles. coddling, spanking, and treating littles all go here!

#bloody this post includes blood, bruising, or injury. those who enjoy the pain go here!

#muzzled this post includes someone whos been muzzled or gagged. those that get in trouble for biting go here!

#masked this post includes someone whos covering their face. those that wear gas masks, motorcycle helmets, or costume masks while pleasuring go here!

#moo this post contains lactation. those who need to be milked go here!

#cnc this post contains consentual non consent. those who enjoy a bit of a fight go here!

#intox this post contains inebriation, via #alch or #dandelion. those who love a little stumbling and stuttering go here!

#text this post includes only text. those who wish to read about pups, mommies, rope bunnies, and more go here!

#<3 this post is a favorite of mine. those who want to see all of my favorites go here!

#moonwrite this post includes my own writing. those who wish to see my own words involving the less than savory go here!

#drawn2themoon this post includes my artwork. those who wish to see my illustrations of the lusty variety go here!

#info this post contains information regarding the blog itself. horny stuff doesnt tend to go here, but if youd like to know something specific, youll find it here!

kinklist + preferences

puppy play! this ones a big one for me, i love being both pup and master, but i super love to be tugged around on a leash!! barking and whining are a must, but biting is what i have the most fun with! even if it means i have to get punished for it...

ddlg! i love playing as daddy, mommy, and as a little!! i prefer to play as mommy though, because i love spoiling my little girls <3 for the most part, i like to coddle my littles, but im no stranger to brat taming!

bondage! i am a bit of a beginner with tying knots, but i love to be tied up and tug around defenseless rope bunnies. i love to squirm and watch ladies squirm when all bound up!! i also enjoy wearing muzzles a lot since i cant seem to stop myself from biting...

s/m! one of the only kinks i have a bit of a preference with, as i enjoy masochism a bit more than sadism! i love being spanked and hit with a riding crop, i love getting burns and bruises, i love bleeding and crying from doms that are too rough!! i dont mind a bit of sadism either though... stepping, biting, and spanking are my favorite methods of breaking my subs!

(DISCLAIMER)

secret special kink! i have a super secret kink which i only share with a select few... if youre feeling bored, why not try to guess? i wanna see how obvious i make it out to be. some people never suspect it, while others see it from a mile away! drop me an ask! i might make something special for you in return ;}

i wont be responding to most dms, as i am not super comfortable talking to strangers directly, especially within sexual contexts. if you want to ask me something, or chat with me about kinks and preferences, id much rather it be sent through an ask! if your ask doesnt get a response, either i havent checked my inbox, or didnt feel comfortable answering. thank you for understanding!

ai art of any kind will not be featured on this blog, as i would much rather support real artists that take their time to give us something beautiful to admire.

this post is subject to change, more may be added if deemed necessary.

thats all for now! now, let's take a walk, shall we?

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alch3mic · 4 months

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Brush settings?

#i dunno if this helps at all #because i use medibang #but this is the brush i use for everything #including this pic of freddy #alch!answers

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factsmoon · 2 years

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Auto typer for discord mobile

With this lightweight application, you can easily automate tasks on PCs. Like complicated programs, this one doesn’t require you to possess technical skills or scripting knowledge. TinyTask is a straightforward, simple, and easy to use application. Automate repetitive processes within a couple of clicks With the TinyTask download, you can save a good amount of your time, directly impacting your efficiency and productivity.

In fact, it doesn’t even require coding or scripting for automating processes. As the name suggests, the app is lightweight and doesn’t require more than a few seconds for installation. The program lets you record processes, which can be used as macros with the click of a button. With this free Windows automation tool, you can easily record and repeat actions. TinyTask is one of the most useful tools for Windows users, especially the ones who are often troubled by repetitive tasks. If the button returned of the result is "Quit" then (this means that if you press quit, you end the program)Įxit repeat (see above, this is exiting the loop function)Įnd if (this ends the If part of the program)Įnd tell (remember at the beginning where it says "tell application "system events"? yeah, this shuts that down, thus completing the cycle and shutting down the whole app.Swati Mishra Updated 7 months ago An easy-to-use Windows automation tool displays the text "do you want to quit" as well. Paste the following code into the applescript window that opens:ĭisplay dialog "What to say:" default answer ""ĭisplay dialog "Do you want to quit?" buttons default button 2 (this makes 2 buttons, so that you have an option to quit or continue. Open the utilities folder, and find the utility called "AppleScript Editor". So, first you have to go into your applications folder, and scroll down to the bottom, where there should be another folder, called "utilities" You have to build it yourself, but this is very easy. Hello everyone, here is an updated version of my auto typer for mac. I know it kinda slows you down, but I got banned for 14 days just for auto'ing for a hour. I'm not saying this is shit, as it's not only designed for runescape, but if you do use it for runescape take CONSTANT breaks and leave it off for about 5 minutes after you've done it for about 40. I used to use this all the time, then I got 94 mage and decided to barrage, but I've been doing some RSPS Coding and made about 40M in RSGP, and I went to buy my runes to alch to 99 again, I left on the auto clicker for about a hour only and logged me out, I try to log back in and it tells me My Account has been Disabled, for macro'ing. This used too work very good, runescape didn't expect anything, but now their team is on this 24/7, they have scripts that now alert them when a player is macro'ing. in their logs they see a bunch of clicks at the same coordinates and nothing else. Yeah no way imagine how easy it would be for jagex to detect this. It's a AUTO-TYPER and a AUTO-CLICKER, it can automaticly type or click anything.It is not just designed for Runescape.Ī: Then you should go out and buy a Rolex. Q: Can the auto clicker/typer work on other games besides runescape?Ī: This can work on anything, as simply as note pad. If you try mining with the auto clicker.then that in it's self is pointless, It wont drop/bank anything for you, not to mention it CANNOT DO RANDOM EVENTS.Ī: Sure, but don't be stupid and let it alch for you at 1.6 seconds for 100 hours, and I'm sure you will be OK. An example of this could be clicking alch every 1.6 seconds. Q: Can this auto clicker bot skills for you?Ī: it's not a bot, it simply clicks. Q: Can i set the auto-typer to click faster then. Q: How come there's no download button for clicker?Ī: Yes there is, click save instead of open, noob.

#Auto typer for discord mobile

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