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drabblesandimagines · 2 months

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Hi there, I would like to request Cloud, if thats okay. A sparring session that leads into an unexpected kiss?

Just read you are feeling under the weather, hope you feel better soon!

Sweet anon, I'm sorry this took me literally months! Please lemme know what you think x

It’s late as you leave your room at Stargazer Heights, pulling the door closed behind you with a gentle click. The weight of your new sword still feels unnervingly foreign on your back as you head down the stairs carefully, not wanting to disturb any of your neighbours’ sleep with your heavy footfalls.

Just because you couldn’t sleep didn’t mean theirs should suffer in return.

Your beloved, trusty sword, after many years of faithful service in the Watch, had snapped clean in two after a particularly good thwack against a hard-shelled creature whilst on a job in the scrapyard earlier that day. If that wasn’t enough, it just had to happen in front of Cloud Strife, the blonde ex-Soldier who had joined the Avalanche ranks - temporarily, at least – and who you were somewhat hoping to impress with your mastery of the blade as common ground over the past few weeks.

“You’d be good for him, you know?” Tifa had teased over the bar one night, catching you staring a little too long as he sat down the opposite end, nursing a drink. You’d have told her to hush if Barret’s voice wasn’t booming around the establishment, meaning you were lucky to have even heard her comment in the first place.

Instead, you answer flustered. “What? I… He’s your… No!”

“I don’t like him like that, sweetie.” She’d reassured, patting your hand with a smile. “Plus, I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

“Me?” You scoff, shaking your head. “I don’t think he’s aware I exist, not with how Jessie has been all over him.”

“Mm.” Tifa purses her lips in thought before they pulled back into a knowing smile – she’d caught the merc’s gaze flickering in your direction before it settled back on the drink before him. “No, I think Cloud’s warming up to you. Let me see what I can do.”

“Tifa-“

Biggs’ warm hand wrapped around your arm and tugged you up from the bar and away from your protest in an instant. “Come on, you owe me a rematch and I’ve finally convinced Wedge to let us have a round.”

You concede, destroying Biggs at darts once again would be a good distraction from the blonde at the bar. Besides, what could Tifa do anyway?

What Tifa could do, apparently, was make it so whenever Cloud took on a job, Biggs or Wedge would insist you tag along to help him navigate the area – sometimes with Tifa, sometimes without – and that’s what had led you to today, stuck deep within the scrapyard with a broken blade.

You’d never been any good with your fists, nor could aim a gun straight – despite tips from Tifa and Biggs over the years – so, reluctantly, you’d been relegated to the back line for the rest of the outing. At the most, you could fling a spell or two from the materia still equipped in the broken hilt when you could.

Unfortunately, it meant you didn’t have anything really to defend yourself with whilst the materia recharged. A nasty hit from a retreating drake had sent you tumbling backwards, head literally over heels. It dived back down at you, realizing you were now easy prey, ready to go for a nasty bite when a certain blonde merc’s sword dug into its side, sending it flying over in Tifa’s direction who finished it off with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick – all before your life could flash before your eyes.

“Are you okay?” Cloud crouches in front of you, his sword already sheathed, and places a hand on your arm as he awaits your answer. His expression, usually stoic and unreadable, is marred by a slight furrow in his brow as he looks you over with concerned Mako-blue eyes.

He must find you at least tolerable, you’d decided, as he didn’t seem to protest as much when you joined them on jobs like this around the slums.

Though maybe not ever again after today’s pathetic display.

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling foolish. “Still in one piece. Thanks for that.”

“Don’t mention it.” He shrugs and gets to his feet, offering you his hand in assistance.

You take it, relishing the feeling as his gloved fingers wrap around your palm. He pulls you up with a little too much gusto – or maybe underestimates his own strength - sending you stumbling forward. You try and catch your balance, only to find your hand placed firmly against his chest, his other hand now on the small of your back in alarm.

“Uh…”

“S-sorry,” you stutter out and retreat back, bowing your head as your face feels horrendously warm. Somewhere behind you, Tifa poorly attempts to hide a giggle.

“It’s fine.” His tone is back to his usual curt manner. “Come on - we should head back.” And without another word, Cloud spins on his heels and storms off ahead.

“Cloud, wait up!” Tifa calls, threading her arm through yours to pull you along with her. “He’ll get there – don’t worry.”

You’d taken the blade in to the weapons store below the Watch’s HQ after reporting in, Cloud and Tifa following behind. The proprietor dutifully inspected it for a few moments before deeming it beyond reasonable repair - said he could re-forge it, but it would only last a hit or two before it snapped in two again and he didn’t want the bad advertisement. He’d offered some gil for the scrap metal value and waved to the selection of his ready-made wares. Even with the gil he’d proposed and from your own pocket, the prices made your eyes water.

“Can I pay in instalments?”

He scoffs.

“You know I’m good for it.”

“This ain’t a charity, kid.”

“Here.” Cloud had stepped forward then, placing a pouch of gil on the counter. “That should cover it.”

“What?” Your eyes widened in disbelief. Cloud had been hounding Tifa and Barret for his pay for days and you knew he still hadn’t received all of it yet. “No, I couldn’t – that’s yours.”

“You need a weapon.” He shrugs, Tifa bouncing on her heels behind him at his act of generosity, a told you so smile plastered across her face. “Pay me back in instalments, if you want. I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods, crossing his arms. “You’re good with a blade, it would be a waste for you not to have one.”

Your scalp tingles at the compliment.

The blades all felt lighter - maybe you’d grown stronger over time? - though they were thinner in width in comparison to your old blade. You’d performed a cautionary test swing of each towards the back of the shop but they all felt off, unbalanced. Begrudgingly, one felt a little less odd to wield so you’d settled with that, thankful it was a mid-range price of the selection so you hadn’t needed the entirety of Cloud’s gil pouch.

“I’ll pay you back as soon as I can – I promise.”

Cloud shrugs, as usual.

You swing at the tower of boxes you’d assembled in the middle of the wasteland, trying to be precise and knock out the one in the middle, but as soon as you release the momentum you nearly lose your balance, missing entirely. If you were in combat, it would’ve been a pathetic sight to behold. Thankfully, you were the only one to wit-

“Hi.”

You jump, spinning on your heels to face the blonde mercenary, holding your blade aloft in a defensive stance to an unimpressed face.

“Cloud! Hi.” Your heart is pounding at his sudden arrival – how could you not have heard him approaching? You lower your blade to rest on the floor. “Sorry, did I wake you when I left?”

“No, I couldn’t sleep so I heard you leave.” He folds his arms, looking a little displeased. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own, you know? It’s not safe.”

“I wanted to get some practice in, that’s all.” You look down at the sword in your hand in demonstration. “There’s been no more wererats here since you cleaned out the nest either, so it’s safe enough.”

“It’s not just fiends I’m talking about.”

That’s true – unfortunately, you weren’t a complete stranger to the troopers that often patrolled the slums. All it took was one to recognize your face and you’d be dragged to Shinra HQ faster than you could blink.

“I really need to get used to the weight, though. Barret wants to strike any day and-“

“Fine. I’ll spar with you.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Really?”

“Why not?” He reaches back for his sword, before swinging it out in front of him playfully. “Unless you’re scared.”

You bite your lip in a smile. “Bring it on, Strife.”

Cloud holds back at first, acting more as a training dummy for you to swing at. He doesn’t even need to deflect any of your blows at the beginning, but as you become familiar with the weight and how the new blade swings, finally he starts to raise his sword in return, the sound of metal clashing echoing through the air before one firm blow sends you toppling back, the Buster Sword now inches above your neck.

“Better.” He pulls back his sword and offers you his hand, which you gratefully accept, bracing yourself for his strength this time to avoid what had happened that afternoon. “Try again.”

You’re not sure how much time passes like that, but steadily your confidence in your weapon grows and it turns into a proper sparring bout, both giving it your absolute all. As your blades clash, crossed in front of each other’s faces, you risk a smile at the blonde merc. Suddenly, Cloud’s forearms lose their tension, meaning you get an upperhand you were not expecting. You swing your sword out to the right and fall forward, Cloud toppling backwards, his sword to his right, and his head smacking into the ground as you fall on top of him.

“Oh… Shiva,” you gasp, heart pounding, your thighs somehow straddling around his. “Are you hurt?”

Cloud doesn’t reply, staring up at you in bemusement as he tries to catch his breath.

“Cloud?” You lean down, planting your hands either side of his head for balance.

He lifts his head, suddenly, and presses a kiss to your lips.

Your arms go limp and you drop into his embrace, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close as you return the kiss, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, fingers curling into his blonde hair, blissfully lost in the moment until there is an odd, inhuman sound from behind you.

Cloud sits bolt upright, twisting you as he does so you’re sat in his lap, one arm still wrapped tightly around your waist and, somehow, the Buster Sword back in his other hand as he holds it out in defense.

A cat sits a few meters in front of the two of you, flicking its tail back and forth curiously. You feel his muscles relax beneath your touch at the realization. You get to your feet then, grabbing your blade as you do so and securing it against your back. Though you feel flustered, you can’t turn down the opportunity to offer Cloud an assisting hand this time.

To your delight, he accepts, somehow twisting it as he stands in order to intertwine your fingers within his.

“We… We, er, should get back.” He mumbles.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

He leads you back through the tunnel, silently, fingers still laced, and back towards Stargazer Heights. You climb the stairs together before he brings you to a stop outside your door, hesitating. Your stomach twists – does he regret what happened? Are you just to wake up tomorrow morning and it will feel like nothing but a dream?

A firm squeeze of your hand brings you back to the present, as if he could read your thoughts. “I’ve been thinking about that for a while.” Cloud whispers, cautious of his voice carrying through the neighbours’ door. “It’s… unfortunate that we were interrupted.”

You place a hand on your door handle and smile, coyly. “Would you like to come in?”

Cloud smirks. “Do you have any pets?”

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

Comments, follows, likes and reblogs make my day!

#ghostdogwrites #cloud strife x you #cloud strife x reader

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orionsangel86 · 21 days

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Content Filters - Your New Best Friend!

I dont think we take advantage of content filters enough. So I'm putting together a little tutorial in case anyone isn't aware of them.

Now we may all be aware of tag filters, both via tumblr saviour and also tumblrs in built tag filtration system.

But that still runs into issues as some people just dont tag their posts, and therefore some posts will still find their way to the dashboards of people that dont want to see certain content that they have blocked.

If you are in a small fandom, sometimes popular content that you arent interested in can become quite prevailent and unavoidable even if you have tags blocked. But there IS a way to avoid that content regardless of whether people are tagging their posts or not

CONTENT FILTERS.

Content filters work by blocking certain words that appear in posts. If there is a certain thing that you really want to avoid, you can just block that word or phrase and boom! You'll never have to see it and everyone will be happier for it. If you don't know where the content filters are, I can show you. On tumblr mobile go to account settings:

Then scroll down to "content you see":

Here you will find the filtered tags:

And if you're anything like me you'll have a nice long list of blocked tags to curate your feed.

However if you just scroll down to the bottom of your blocked tags list, you'll find this:

Here is where you add words you wanna block. You can block trigger words, you can block things like "blood" if thats not your jam, you can block "omegaverse" if that gives you a squick, and you can also block ship names and names of whole fandoms if you find them annoying (blocking Supernatural may help with your mental health lmao).

It can be overzealous, so its best to block phrases more than random words as those words can be used in many contexts after all (which is why its excellent for blocking fandom ships as those are usually portmanteaus that wont appear in regular language). Blocking the word "omega" may be a bit too wide a net for instance, but blocking something like "omega Dream" will work wonders and calm those buldging temple veins.

Now this is just a tumblr app tutorial but I believe the content filters are in the same place on desktop. Its not hard to find them and I strongly suggest everyone uses them.

We all want to have a peaceful pleasant fandom experience, and as always, the best way to do that is to CURATE YOUR OWN SPACE. I'm someone who loves searching in the fandom tags, so I dont rely on following/unfollowing to curate my feed. I often expose myself to things in the tags i may prefer to avoid, or maybe I follow people for some content but dont wanna see other content they reblog. Either way, the content filters protect me from triggers, things that squick me out, and content I just find annoying.

Whilst we can all ask that people tag appropriately, it is never the OPs fault if you have seen something you don't want to see. You have all the tools available to you to avoid everything you dont like. Use them.

#tumblr etiquette #content filters #tagging systems #the sandman #fandom #fandom problems #curate your experience #no shade towards anyone here #but please stop with the drama #its not necessary

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inafieldofdaisies · 3 months

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(WIP) Music (not) Monday Tag | Tagged by @simplegenius042

You're the fire to my bullet The peace in a war We're hot and cold Keep me wondering all the time How I crave you in the morning When the moon is fast asleep But I feel you burning my chest Like a feather of flames on me I'm a prisoner to all of her I question who I am How can such an innocent woman have such dangerous hands? All over me All over you All over me With such dangerous hands

Can you catch your breath, watch your back, do you ever wonder? Who walked into the room with the boom, boom of the thunder Do you see the havoc? Who has the key? Don't close your eyes Don't fall asleep You can call me a savage You can call me a beast In the middle of the madness, I sharpen my teeth I'm the queen of the jungle No one's wearing my crown I'm the queen of the jungle Watch them all bow down

Devoured now forever in the depths Pave my home Forever i'm yours, you're my never ending poltergeist Forever immortalized To her demise, the banshee cries I know that you'll always be faithful, dear darling Rachel Wickedness around me, dreary sonder Fallen for the darkness of a songbird I'm done breathing Take you by the hand I promise I'm not leaving Bury me in sand, oh, won't you end my grieving Don't misunderstand, I told you I'm done breathing

Night terror thats haunting your bad dreams The last mistake you get See my face when you think of your enemies Lock your doors and draw the blinds I've been to hell and back so many times Now you pay for your crimes LION These claws and teeth LION We kill em in their sleep I've seen a lover die I've see my house burn down I've seen the end of times I've seen my luck run out I know the heartache I know the edge of hope Now look what you've done to me Now you can know the pain I know

Tagging, @direwombat @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @unholymilf @carlosoliveiraa @onehornedbeast @fourlittleseedlings @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @macs-babies @marivenah @finding-comfort-in-rain @voidika @jackiesarch @theelderhazelnut @cassietrn @aceghosts @la-grosse-patate @g0dspeeed @dumbassdep @strafethesesinners @corvosattano @thesingularityseries @kyber-infinitygems @socially-awkward-skeleton @shellibisshe and anyone that would like to share some songs this week <3

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foressfaction · 7 months

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autism blast me on why you like toby

*Cracks knuckles*

he's literally me

Ok good day

No but for real ever since like 5th grade, (i was around 11???) i remember finding his story after very unmonitored internet access through DA (i was and still am addicted to DA) and after reading it, it was like, wow. Okay- thats really relatable. I struggled with severe family issues with the same problem of alcohol and gambling, along with also losing a sibling. I went through severe bullying and everything else what not, not to make it about me or anything but i didn't have much of an outlet at all, i never got into anime, fashion(basic fashion), never had many friends irl. I was already 'in the fandom' but didn't know much about him til i genuinely sat down and found it on accident while searching fandom tags. (back when kastoway actually posted there still)

I would literally stalk the acc man it was BAD. i always used him to vent and as an outlet, i loved the art style and my art would occasionally be influenced by it unconsciously. I would write and roleplay a ton and eventually developed my own take and interpretation. I find tons of comfort in anti-hero like characters and this fandom has been the only thing i ever felt welcomed in. And the only thing i seem to like as i am still not into much else but horror and cosplay. I wish i was my age now (19) back when the fandom was really booming. Where the nostalgic styles were around and the 'cringey' lol ask blogs (i would've been doing one dgmw)

I would've been a big hit back then but now its just harder to be known. (not that its my main purpose i just wonder how far i would've gotten when this fandom was more alive)

Moral of story, I've always related to him, i mean the guy quite literally gave me a reason to keep going? He inspires my aesthetic, my career (story making, film and writing) honestly if it wasn't for me stumbling across him..tbh I'd probably be normal LMAO but i would've taken a different route with my art and writing if...At all? He kinda kept me a reason to do everything so.

As i got older it only seemed to get worse tbh. Hell i own like 4 hoodies help me, its literally. I have i have

I have like a 10 page doc on JUST headcanons and a 30k word long rewrite i am not okay. Hes in my mind

He's in my ears

Hes in my eyes

He is in my tears

You would literally have to pry him out of my cold dead blue fingers.

I could go on but my brain literally died mid sentence. Mighy edit later jusy remond me omg typing is hard now, look wjay u did.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #slenderverse #foressfaction

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person4924 · 1 year

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new about me

my name is sam !! thats basically all u need to know but theres (a lot) more under the cut!!

im a lesbian (???) and ace

they/she (this is my pronouns page)

im probably genderfluid so u can really use any idc

i’m neurodivergent of some sort (i don’t even know anymore)

a minor (don’t be weird)

my personality type is INFP-T

things i like (the things bolder r what i talk about the most)

harry potter (fuck jkr)

marvel

the marauders

boy meets world

osemanverse

paper girls

teen wolf

owl house

shameless

glee

stranger things

friends

andi mack

the last of us (i’ve only watched the show tho, but i know most of what happens in the games)

riordanverse

musicals

poetry

reading

cats

animals

fictional characters

music

movies

tv shows

art

writing

women

sitcoms

brooklyn nine nine

new girl

hamilton

grishaverse

stand up comedians

ocean animals (specifically sharks)

community

moths (and just kinda winged bugs in general)

greek mythology

dawsons creek

bojack horseman

halloween

the sky (like stars, the moon, the sunset, etc)

jelly fish

criminal minds

animals

ted lasso

scooby doo (the older movies from the 2000’s ish specifically but all of it too)

everything sucks!

the sun bearer trials

atypical

octonauts

spencer reid

my fav movies are tick tick boom, my girl, dead poets society, breakfast club, the outsiders, hamilton, stand by me, cmbyn, lady bird, beautiful boy, luca, nimona, (500) days of summer etc.

musicals i like are hamilton, tick tick boom and the greatest showman

my fav taylor albums are folklore, evermore, reputation, 1989 and speak now but i love all of them really (please please ask me abt them omg)

my current hyper fixation is the marauders (more of a life-long obsession atp) and criminal minds

i’m currently reading the extraordinaries

my fav music people (i’m really just giving a short list of many): conan gray, cavetown, current joys, queen, rainbow kitten surprise, the front bottoms, harry styles, noah kahan, taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, the fray, coldplay, olivia rodrigo, billie eilish, boygenius, gracie abrams, sufjan stevens, maya hawke, the smiths, lucy dacus, julien baker, the smiths, sleeping at last, mitski

i mostly post about whatever hyperfixation and/or character/person has overtaken my brain, music and analysis things

i appreciate tone tags and i try to use them as much as possible

i’m always looking to talk to more people and i’m always bored (don’t be weird istg)

my fav books are any alice oseman book, the outsiders, the perks of being a wallflower, i fell in love with hope

child of athena (i think) and a ravenclaw

biggest pandalily shipper you’ll find

i love love love making character analysis’ or song or movie or tv show or books or ships or whatever

i also write sometimes!! (i suck ass)

and i’m person4924 on ao3 but i can’t figure out how to link it

this is my spotify (i have the best music taste in the history of human kind btw)

this is my discord (in case of KOSA or if it’s just easier to talk on there)

this is my airbuds idk if anyone actually uses it but i thought it’d be fun to share music with mooties

please please please send me asks i have no hobbies or friends and im always bored please please please (im on my hands and knees begging please please please)

i have a tagging system!! idk how much ill remember to use it but yeah!! (its also new so only my new posts will have them) #sam shut the fuck up -> rants/yapping #asks!!! -> asks #polls!!! -> polls #crazy? i was crazy once... -> headcanons for characters/analysis things

#about me

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mewtwoandme · 9 months

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You've probably answered this before, but how come you don't upload to deviantart at the same time as tumblr? deviantart is so much easier to use. Easier to keep up with peoples work, and easier to go back and re-read peoples older stuff. Tumblr is jumbled up amongst text posts, and (to my knowledge anyway) there's no search function for images, instead one must manually scroll back in hopes of stumbling across the desired work. Usually I don't even see your uploads on tumblr directly, I usually see it via being shared by other creators who follow you (Such as TC) as I do. You and TC are very much the only reason I even still use tumblr, because I wanna see your newly released work as early as possible. Do keep it up tho regardless of where you upload, I really enjoy the story and I love your art-style of the DP-pokeverse. Have a good one!

DA is like a secondary site that I don't really care about, and I only have it because I know not many people are on Tumblr and in the past I got so many asks about posting on other platforms, so I got fed up and just started using DA. Sure, for some it's easier to view artwork there, but uploading art there isn't the easiest either. With Tumblr, I can put all the comic pages in one post, add all the tags and BOOM I'm done. With DA, If I'm posting a comic, I have to post all those pages and tags individually and if I have a comic thats like 9 to 10 pages like the last one, it takes a while. That's the main reason I post to Tumblr first. The second reason is because I just simply forget to post to DA sometimes, so things end up being there a few days later after I post something to Tumblr. My short-term memory interferes with that, but I'm just so used to uploading on Tumblr.

Also, if you aren't seeing my stuff come up here, then you might not have notifications turned on?? If you go to my profile and tap on this icon in the top corner

It'll give you an option to get notifications from me so you'll be notified and kept up to date every time I post something new. I'm able to always keep up with TC-96, Pokemon-Ash-Aus, and many others I follow when they post something. So if you don't have notifs turned on, that might be why you only see my posts when others reblog them.

As for searching up posts/art, if you type a certain tag in the search bar on my page, like #mewtwo #babytwo etc. you can view artwork that way. Also my art links are pinned at the top of my profile page.

#answered ask #interstellarfish

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jupitercl0uds · 9 months

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hi! i'm ash

they/them/xe/xem • panromantic • asexual • non binary • autistic (with suspicions of having adhd) • english • atheist quaker • a tad bit silly

been on the tumbler since 2021 so i know my way around here but i dont get every little reference (i get most and for the ones i dont i just nod and smile along). i am still a teenager so some Classic Posts are older than me and most are from when i was in primary school.

i dont really have a sophisticated tagging system, but if it helps, spouting to the void is my text post tag. i dont even strictly use it for text posts tbf

blogs i run:

this one (obviously)

@blues-amazing-blog - oc blog (currently on hiatus)

@wswe-autism-fic - fanfic blog (for waluigi says 'wa' everyday until dekuyama is popular). i also treat this as an alt account for fandom stuff sometimes

@knuckles-with-a-keyboard - silly little blog where i pretend to be boom!knuckles (i really really love this blog its so fun)

@jupitercl0uds-art - my art blog (shock horror)

@nonbinary-sticks-the-badger - my sonic blog

external links (whoops forgot to add this)

maybe one day ill set up a linktree idk

ao3

letterboxd

twitter (i only use this for posting from my switch now)

spotify profile

email me - [email protected]

dm me on discord: jupitercl0uds

i think thats it

click this link for more external links including some of the above ones but specifically how to contact me if i cant use tumblr

interests:

omg i love so many things its not even funny. a few important ones are waluigi (special interest), sonic the hedgehog (special interest AND hyperfixation (omg please kill me)), art (like, as a general thing, but particularly visual) and you WILL find me randomly posting oh-so-passionately about something ive never even mentioned before.

i do animation and illustration but that's over on my art blog. also all my animations are WIPs. you probably won't find anything other than a few weird lip syncs from when i was like 11 (i got into animation because of gacha life and animation memes). most of my art is sonic atm lol.

i also read and write fanfic! my wattpad and ao3 is jupitercl0uds :D

wattpad is mostly old stuff, crack and occasional reposts of my ao3 stuff. ao3 is mostly whatever is on my mind at the moment and WSWE.

misc

occasionally i get all heated up about actually important stuff. that's usually sandwiched inbetween my regular goofy goober behaviour. for the basic gist of it: very left wing, the tories are cunts, vote green, free palestine. you also need to understand the weight of that sentence because i hate swearing.

i have other socials too but i dont really use them that much. got bored of twitter and i forget about all my other accounts. only ones i use now are whatsapp (lmao), tumblr and i guess ao3 and wattpad. theres no real point in linking something i havent used in months

anyway, have a nice day and please go to bed on time!

faves (non-exhaustive)

AUTISM BOY!!!! ANXIETY GUY!!!! MILES 'TAILS' PROWER!!!! he's been my favourite sonic character since i was little!!!! except for that brief period where it was amy because i found out tails was a boy and i, as a 7-year-old girl who had just learned about misoginy, decided amy was better because she was a girl. and that briefer period where it was cream because she had confetti in sonic dash.

my favourite iterations of him are scu tails, classic tails and sonic boom tails!!! i h/c him as autistic, having anxiety, low self-esteem but also being really cheerful and nonchalant about a lot of stuff. i enjoy trans tails of all kinds, but i believe in cis gnc tails.

NON-BINARY ICON!!!! TOP SURGERY GUY!!!! WALUIGI!!!! call me thomas jefferson cause i have an entire binder on this guy. waluigi is THE blorbo from my spin-off-party-shows. i got into him because 'hahahaha! it is the funny garlic man's funny rose partner!' and that became 'they could marry me and i'd say yes on the basis that we'd get to see each other everyday, even if i only love him as a friend.

im very passionately hateful about 'hot' waluigi. shut up. waluigi is perfect. i hope he can be canon one day <3 i h/c him as autistic, transmasc non binary and really into gothic lolita. i interpret their relationship with wario as romantic partners and waluigi being super super poor. also, wlw mlm solidarity with rosalina!!!!!

anti-faves

dr starline i love a bisexual icon as much as the next person but starline is not it. i want him to Suffer. which is why i then go on to make loads of fanart of him where he's crying over something. in the one shown above, i have just kicked him in the balls (full image). i also would love to be a VA for him because that'd really piss him off. good style tho. you go girl.

manjimutt (sorry but i only have 1 image of him)

hello to the other living yokai watch fan out there. i hate manjimutt. when i was younger i felt sorry for him, cause i was like 'oh, poor guy, always going to jail!!!' no. die. i do not like him. i hate manjimutt. i do like saying his name tho. MAnji-mutt! i think i hate him more than starline, because at least starline has redeeming qualities. the only redeeming qualities manjimutt has is pity because hes not actually committing crimes. thats it. hes not a nice person. hes just a guy. hit him with a wooden plank (har har).

that poor poor poodle though

posts i like

idk posts on my own blog i like a lot. idk if thisll be A Thing because im literally only doing tthis because of the first post on the list

recognising a url and the chaos that followed

stuff about my lgbtq+ identity idk

THIS IS HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT SONIC OK!!!!!

can you call me that slur?

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yennasun · 1 year

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Drifting....

Thats what he was doing, drifting, not sleeping.

It'd been better than before, countless nights kept up by the sounds of roaring explosions.

At least they stopped the barrage...

He sat slumped against the wall of the trench he and his battalion had given countless lives to dig...so many lives lost for so little ground gained...

Thankfully, he hadn't been on guard duty tonight. He hated the thought of it, since the first time he peeked his head over the trench on guard duty, an enemy sharpshooter had taken his helmet off.

"I'm hit! I'm hit!!" He screamed out, feeling around his head.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Their captain stormed over and asked.

"He's been shot, sir!" The other guard said.

The captain got close to mango, inspecting him as he himself did.

He was surprised and...glad, that there was no blood.

"They saw the flash of your muzzle... Once you shoot, you never stay in the same place... Remember boys, shoot and move."

It'd been 3 months since then, 3 months since his first day on the front.

23 men died yesterday, 44 the day before and just today, 36 lives were lost in this trench alone. He didn't care to learn of the entire death count.

He only knew of this, only because he collected their dog tags to have sent to their families, they deserved that much...

Would anyone do the same for me...?

No, of course not. Everyone else is too busy trying not to die to think of each other, and he couldn't blame them... no, he couldn't blame them at all. After all, it was his decision after his...

His...one of his best friends had been killed in front of him...

Him, grey, azure and maroon had all joined the army as fresh faced young men. Grey and azure not even being men, but mere boys only 16 years of age.

"Mango, would you sign this for me? Your handwriting looks the most like my father's." Grey had asked

Mango nodded, taking the clipboard that had his papers on it, but he was stopped.

"Wait, you mustn't!" Azure said anxiously

"And why not?" Mango asked

"His father will surely beat him for it! What if they find out?"

"How will they?" Maroon said slyly

"He's right, how will they know?" Mango agreed as he signed Grey's sheet.

Azure had contemplated going to his mother to have her sign it, but after much convincing he finally caved and let maroon sign it.

The four had gone into the enlistment camp, young men who were desperate to prove themselves, to see the world, with little idea of what they were truly getting themselves into.

"Please remove your civilian attire!" One soldier commanded.

They all did, standing in line with nothing more than their undergarments.

First to collect his uniform, was maroon. He passed by mango with a perplexed look on his face.

"Weird...this one already has a name tag on it..."

Mango shrugged it off, it was finally his turn to collect his uniform.

He gleefully accepted it and began walking away, before turning back.

"Excuse me!" He said walking back to the desk.

"I believe it belongs to someone else." He said, pointing at the name tag on it.

He looked down at it.

"Hmm...suppose it didn't fit the last lad." He said gently peeling the name tag off.

"It's yours now." He handed it back to mango, who once again took it with glee.

He dropped the name tag on the ground, where several others lie...

They'd gone into the atrium, where a preacher was giving a speech for the young men about to enter the conflict.

They all listened intently and the preachers finished with; "for King and Country!"

They all boomed with cheers, were lead outside and marched with high hopes and even higher confidence, singing as they marched.

They finally reached a truck station, it was nearly time.

The 4 all met eachother near the truck that would take them to the front.

They laughed, and joked and talked amongst themselves.

Before being interrupted.

"Board up everyone! Time to go, now!" A voice boomed above them.

Their unit captain had marched them into the truck to be transported to the front lines.

They all talked amongst themselves, sharing an eagerness to reach the front. Mango was happy all of his friends where in his unit!

The captain looked around, before facing maroon.

"You there, why are you here?" He asked

"Sir, I wish to serve the nation and see the world sir!" The captain looked down at maroon and shook his head

"That's what they all say..." he mumbled under his breath.

"You want to serve your country? Then you're on guard duty tonight!"

He went back around, having out guns.

"You all are here today to serve the front, and this has earned you, save for the uniforms you already wear, a shiny new M4A2. You will take this weapon with you everywhere you go, you will serve with it, and damnit, you will learn to love this weapon!"

He looked around.

"Now repeat after me; this is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine!"

"This is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine!" Their voices mixed together in a cacophony of enthusiasm.

The truck finally stopped at the signal of a doctor who's coat was covered in blood. He approached the back with haste.

"Sir, I need this truck. Would you ask your troops to leave?" The doctor asked

"No doctor, this truck is fo-" he was interrupted by the doctor who'd lowered his voice.

"With all due respect captain, I need you to take whatever orders you've been given and stick them up your arse, I've got 40 men who are wounded and they will die without this truck." The doctor said in a quick whisper

The captain looked down, contemplating his next move.

"Allright, everyone off!" He bellowed

Everyone had gotten off the truck in orderly fashion and were instructed to March in a single file like to the trenches.

"Keep moving everyone, we haven't got all day. Come on now!" The battalion commander ordered everyone.

The closer they got, the more the sound of...some kind of thunder was heard from the distance.

Must be a storm brewing today...thought it looked a tad cloudy.

They marched in lax, until a whistle was heard overhead.

BOOM!

The source of the thunder was made clear to all of them, only it wasn't thunder at all.

The explosion had scared everyone to the ground.

"Everyone down, now!" The captain yelled over the blasts.

"Gas masks, everyone!"

They'd all put their masks on, except for mango who helped azure put his on, as he was shaken badly.

He then put his on, all while the captain stared at him.

He finally gotten his mask on and met the captains eyes.

"What took you so long?" His muffled voice leaked through.

"I'm sorry sir!" He responded.

The captain took a breath, still looking at mango.

"Had it been gas, you wouldn't be here... you'll be dead by dawn." He said walking past mango.

They continued in silence and soon made it to the trenches, the booming sound of artillery fire had made everything else unheard of.

They all broke into a sprint to the trenches, dodging bullets and explosions alike. It was horrible.

Once they reached the trenches, him and azure took cover to return fire on the enemy.

They stayed there for hours. The only respite they'd gotten is when they went to grab more ammo. The sound of guns, both large and small, had left them speechless and breathless.

Night had fallen, hours of gunfighting had felt like days already.

This isn't what I signed up for, this isn't what I signed up for at all!

His terrified thoughts raced in the midst of open combat, making all rational process moot.

Eventually the guns went silent.

All that could be heard were the two's rapid breaths and pounding hearts, the silence was more deafening than the gunfire that drowned their screams of terror.

"Th...they've stopped firing." Azure said through breaths.

"They have...they have." Mango replied.

They sat in silence.

"I'm gonna have a look, maybe the enemies have retreated!" He began to stand.

Mango pulled him down roughly.

"Are you crazy?! What if they're waiting!"

"Nonsense, they must be retreating!" He stood up and looked.

The sight of a bullet piercing azure's skull nearly made mango vomit, his body went limp immediately and fell in slow motion and hit the ground with a sickening thump.

"Azure!" He screamed, but he hadn't time to dwell.

"Barrage! Barrage! Everyone get to the parados!"

The whistles sounded again, followed by more thunderous explosions.

Mango scrambled to his feet and followed his comrades into a binder deep in the trenches, dirt ceilings held up by wooden planks.

The explosions sounded over head, echoing through his skull and making him curl in on himself.

Around him, grown men were crying for their mothers, holding onto whatever they could or, just like mango, where holding their helmets and screaming for dear life.

I can't do this I can't! I want to go home...I just wanna go home!

The lanters that lit the bunker had begun to shake before going out, leaving the soldiers in the dark with nothing but the sound of booming artillery and their own screams to accompany them.

The wood gave in as the bunker collapsed, silencing the screams of men as mango blacked out after being hit by falling planks.

Everything was dark, dark yet dark still. Was he dead? Did he simply dream the whole thing?

Either way, at least the nightmare was over....

Or so he thought.

Light began to bleed into his eyes as he felt weight being lifted off of him.

"We've got a survivor, sir!" Mangos eyes fluttered open and he was met with his captain.

"On your feet soldier, there's no rest for the wicked just yet! Rainwater threatens our position, use your helmet, and help the others throw it out of the trench!" The captain said before running to find more survivors.

Mango got up and wandered among the corpses as though he himself were a ghost.

He went to each body, locating their dog tags and putting them in his pouch to have sent away.

His emotions felt grey as he did, each body he saw put a stone in his heart that couldn't he removed.

Among the dead, he came across azure's body.

He did the same as he did the others, took off his dogtags so he could have it sent back.

But this time he stayed longer, taking in his lifeless features as quiet, ugly sobs escaped his grasp.

He caressed azure's face confortingly, just as he did when azure came to him crying after his father beat him...

His skull had been blown open, leaving nothing inside. His eyes were hollow and wandered aimlessly, one tainted with a crimson tint for the overflow of blood in his head.

With a cru of anguish, mango swept his hand across azure's wandering eyes, allowing him to rest in peace.

He went to where other soldiers were scooping water out from the rainstorm.

"Mango, where's azure!" Grey said shakily, wanting comfort from the boy he considered a brother.

He didn't have the heart to tell him, he couldn't.

"Mango, where is he?!" He said more desperately.

Mango knew grey saw the look of shock and grief on his face, and drew the conclusion.

"No...no don't tell me h-he can't be!"

"Grey, go sit down for a bit. Please." Maroon said, leading him away.

He came back to mango and the two got to work.

The captain came over to help them, using his helmet as well.

"My uh...I can't fell My hands sir." Maroon said.

The captain stopped and looked at him.

"...just stick them in your undies, son. It always works for me."

That was 3 months ago, and it hadn't gotten any easier. If anything, it just engrained it in his mind more and more.

"This is my life now...oh God...I don't want to die..." he whispered to himself while crouched behind the dark walls of the trench, the same position he was in when he watched azure die...

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@nzn43 JUMPSCARE ONESHOT

Did I get ya? Lol

I hope you like it, I took a bit of inspiration from that drawing you made and also from that movie i told you about.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #avm king orange #avm mango #avm mt #au #ava #friend's au

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starsambrosia · 4 months

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So i stop flooding peoples dash im gonna just make this a group, the tag is #livechatter

Im rambling about my life because i feel like it

mean in all reality they have saved me from a lot of bad people and bad things i just i dunno if i can belive that every single person i meet is some kind of malicous creature or person with bad intentions...its been years and im outgoing i like people but ive had to cut off most people because the gods told me some shit about them that was scary or my divination read something was up

I just dont know but i dont want to risk it...

But like, how many demons can one person come across and how many just so happen to be bad news for me

3 confirmed and funny thing is one of them actually scarred me both physically and astrally /wild/ one was my childhood friend who had a crush on me and also decided to get into a pact with a demon for ...funzies... but i cant recall if she had the bloodline or not because the last one who was actually super chill was following a family tradition

so yeah when the gods say "hey psst beckys a demon" im gonna be like "well golly gee 3 out of 3 demons the gods told me about were demons i wonder if this person is in a pact with a demon

and typically /usually/ me and demons dont get along, they find my energy tasty ig. Like demons are fine they are but like they just want to eat me usually or theyr mad at me on sight :")

But in any case im gonna belive it, its just...really?? I know im a beacon but seriously? Every person i meet is some mischievous or negative entity. I get out here fae are more common but /everyone?/ really? I dunno man i cant just be running into every non human on the planet both online and irl or if theyr normal theyr just the most shit person you can be to an almost cartoonish extent.

/idk man/

But i stare at my pendulum the one i warded clensed banished shit on and used rituals to invoke a gods name and boom its just "yup this ones no good"

Like...OK??? THEN WHO IS??? And theyll set me up with people and it never goes well like it always falls through because the people i click with just arent good enough??? Or they just all want me dead?

Am i the problem? Like its me or its them and theyr gods like idk idk man im lost im so lost, how can nobody be ok how can so many people just want to hurt me on sight am i seriously that pathetic looking?? Or are they playing some kind of protective roll? Thats kind assuming a lot about them

What are the fucking odds theyd just be over protective

Im kinda whirlling right now because i think i figured it out, Apollo always expressed guilt over the whole imprisonment thing even though that was literally my fault for directly disobeying his very clear instructions for some guy, yeah thats an embaressment ill never live down

Im wondering if Apollo felt bad and now hes just being really harsh on anyone who comes near me, i only wonder this because he had been around for a really long time before he helped me escape my home/cult

But like ive asked others too

In the same pantheon

That was responsible for a lot of fucking trauma

Who like most of them have a reason to be harsh on people

I just wonder what would happen if i asked maybe Zeus instead of literally anyone else besides maybe some of the goddesses.

Oh godsssss i think ive just deadass been asking the wrong people because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Jesus christ i knew it was my fault if i had just thought about it for a second and got my head out of the ground i wouldve seen it

But still i could be wrong so i need to go ask Zeus with my pendulum and see whats going on before i go removing anything...im also wondering what other people have to say about this because im honestly so tired of shutting up about my weird ass life

Pendulum with Zeus:

Is the reason i keep getting a no on my friends because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Yes

Will you give me non bias direct answers if i contact you?

Yes

I get so specific with my questions because if it can only say yes no or maybe i want to narrow it down as much as possible, questions are phrased intuitively or auto written but some times intentional, more gently guided though.

So i figured it out by live journaling basically...nice, ok so this is weird...but when is it ever not hhh

Thats sweet honestly, if it weren't so suffocating...i cant belive this this has taken me literally 3 and a half years to figure out and i just had to talk to Lord Zeus??? Hhhhhhh oh my gods

Going to him more often now honestly

I wouldve never guessed that i think i think too lowly of myself if it took 3 and a half years to realize they care enough to be mad at people who caused me like, irreparable damadge hahaaaa

#ambrosia #lore #livechatter

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aeroplaneblues · 1 year

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Want to keep a little um diary of sorts while playing botw for the first time and since I keep getting bots and trash on twitter I will keep these here. I'll tag it "anne botw diary" so you can avoid it if you want.

Today: 17 April 2023

-Had to hunt another boar for the doublet recipe, scared two bc i forgot how to crouch -Relearned how to crouch, killed a bird -Rushrooms look like star.. shro....oms... oh😒 -Got the boar meat forgot the fish -"can i boom boom bakudan these hylian fish" ✨yes✨I laughed so hard at this it was def pure joy -Went to the stasis trial and got killed by an indiana jones ball by being near it i guess?? -"Finish my trial, by taking this sledgehammer and hitting a giant ball out of your way isn't that fun- anyway here is another magic ball peace hero" A while back: 23 Mar 2023

-Getting lost -Thinking “this seems like a place a stone talus would be in” then got attacked by one -Deactivating gyro controls bc im too dumb for it after losing so many arrows missing a fire lantern -“how tf do you kill this thing” pt2 -“these flowers look like lily of the valley but blue…also did genshin copie-“ -finding a sus metal door in the middle of nowhere and underneath a rock..YAHAHA “ofc its zelda” -learning how to set a beacon thing for where im going next, after playing 2h

Around: 13 Mar 2023

-"oh a link that JUMPS" -"I wanna roll against that tree" -YAHAHA 🍃✨ "you can see us?" me: "oh like aranaras...oh no is this gonna be a pattern" -Critical hit a boar after chasing it for like what it felt an hour -I did play for an hour and felt like 10 min😪

💚 I have 4+ hours in this game, def not bc I don't like it on the contrary if I not regulate my time I might end up not doing any work😂 Anyway it might take way longer than I thought to finish this game, but thats all good I'd like to take my time with this game. Unlike totk that I'm gonna have to play before the internet spoils it haahah hah ah

also a disclaimer I love genshin a lot and I know people think you are incapable of loving both zelda and genshin but that seems dumb, clearly genshin was trying to hop on the botw hype train but we've had great games that copy others with a spin. I can talk for hours about the differences but I will tho point out the ridiculousness of the similarities for my own enjoyment. No hate for either, unless i loose my 50/50 to diluc....again.

#anne botw diary #anne txt

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crazy-lazy-elder-sims · 2 years

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I've not done a single sim challenge and i dont know how to fucking render but i still did my own fucking thing just whatever i felt like at the moment and now sit at 1k followers some of my edits have 0 notes and some have 5 and some 500 etc i gained followers because i engage with the community and im pretty active (you gessed it by reblogging content i actually like) people follow me to add more sim things to thier dash i've been told also some people follow me because they wanna see what comes next from my cc/personal takes/ edits

its not a single formula that you can follow and boom ur popular i need people to understand this your blog will not grow because of being quick on the trends you have to make people want to actually hear from you

you have to treat other people here as people not just a way for recognition that means you have to genuinely interact...

When i first wanted to start a simblr i literally goggled "how to start a blog for the sims 4" and got a bullet point notice from a sims blog thats long gone now but they really really emphaized that i need to interact and be genuine in my interactions like really emphasized it was 3 bullet points lol

and thats what i've been doing since and now i have so many friends beyond simblr and a cool little blog where i can ramble on and have someone listen and reply to me because they also see me as a real person.

And its also fine to not interact!!

i had a blog befor this that i managed since 2012 and i never spoke to single soul i just rebloged my fandoms no tags even i left it in 2018 with 200 followers and that was fine!!

Its your tumblr blog do whatever you want with it just stop pretending anyone is forcing you to do anything.

I genuinely have no idea how to break it down more for you guys please understand tumblr is different than other social medias and you are interacting with actual people not a mindless algorithm.

Btw im not vague-posting anybody thats just my genuine opinion about this whole discorse and its not the first time i say this exact thing.

#non sims #how simblr works #yet another discorse

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iko-kokomi · 1 year

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ORIGINAL A.U (i think :v)

This is au is a little bizzare of the promised neverland (or yakusoku no neverland) and kuroshitsuji (black butler) in the mansion phantomhive, Sebastian gives Ciel a letter, saying it was given by an unknow person, Ciel thinks is someone on name of the queen and decides to open it.

the letter talks about an "strange" orphanate, what despise that the children lives as an happy and comfy way, theres someting rare, and the misión of Ciel is discuber what it is and how to help children who live there. what catches Ciel attention is that the orphanage its from another world, but at the end of the letter is the Undertaker's name in, he thinks is a stupid joke.

when its appears Ciel was going to total ignore the letter, Undertaker says he was gonna be there yes or yes, that he doesn'ts have a choice. Ciel seeing that will be going agaist his voluntary, stars remember the children of the circus arc of noe, and a little of his past, convincing himself to go, but tomorrow. :v

on the night, Ciel asks himself what as rare the orphanage where kids lives as a way happy and comfy, until he falls asleep, and for power of magic shinigami and the power of the screenplay... ¡boom! ¡wake ups on of the beds from gracefield! \>:D/

The first person he sees is Emma, who Ciel though was a boy, then he notices she's just a girl with a short hair, without understad anything, Ciel goes down the floor of the house until he meets with Sebastian, who is also confused. literally he was vigilating the mansion in the night until everything turned blurred and by front of him there was Isabella and then he meets with the children who calls him "dad".

sebastian doesn'ts understads, Ciel doesn'ts understads, nobody understads, but ciel remembers undertaker told him someting about the orphanage with someting weird, and seeing so many kids with white uniformes (and the fact hes using on) gets to know that at some way, they get to go there, someting weird is that the children as numbers on the left of their necks, someting that sebastian was the firts to notice this and when he revised ciel's neck, notices he as the number "141294" ( i don't know how the numbers works on the anime so i just put the day of his birthday and thats it xd.)

anyways, Ciel notices that they are two centuries in the future. tag it, (where he almost lost a lung), washes clothes for the firts time of is life, ¡lives a normal orphanage life!.. ¿or no?.

comes the day of Conny's adopción and everyone knows she forgets her bunny, so Emma with Norman and Ciel goes to give it and.. they knew everything, ciel tolds Sebastian to investigate everything about the place and with that seduce Isabella (someting at the begining hard but not imposible) and they end doing ✨things.✨

and thats how its born the bizzare ship from this bizzare au, "Sebastianbella". XD

Sebastian takes information from Isabella, and tell ciel like a good gossip- i mean, butler. and now that Ciel knows the truth with Emma and Norman (then Ray) they planned their escape.

Now, you may be thinking, "¿doen'ts everyone think it is weird that two randoms appears of nothing?" Let me answer that cuestión... NO. ¿Why? because Undertaker took it upon himself to stuff cinematografics on everyones memorys, and with that, he made an history and everything speaking about historys, i will tell you about Sebas :D

Sebastian was a cattle boy, along with Isabella and Leslie, and being Claude's younger brother, where they get along like "dogs and spiders". xd But those are small details. Leslie was adopted, Claude was "adopted" and Isabella we already know what happened to her. And finally Sebastian was left alone... until his 12th birthday. There they offer him training to be "dad", this is only offered to girls but Sebastian was an exception. And also, being a man, he would help with the reproduction of children (they prostitute him, in a nutshell). 🕴 He meets Isabella, they grow up, and there comes a time when they fall into their carnal desires and... we already know what happens. And so Ray was born! HA HA HA \>:D/ Now analyze, if Sebastian is a demon, and Ray is his son... then that means... Ray is a demon too! >:D (That's why I say that this AU is kind of bizarre xd). Leaving details aside, Ciel goes to Lambda along with Norman. Where there they would use Ciel as a project for the other farms called "cloning". Where they had to subject Ciel to physical tests that instead of strengthening his body, weaken it. Do you remember Claude? It's a Lambda Scientist! Since, like Sebastian, he demonstrated a knack for science (although he had to be a guinea pig first). If Claude is here, Alois is here too, on one occasion Ciel comes to meet Alois. Alois is a Lambda experiment who has lived in that lab all his life, he didn't know about the farms until Ciel told him. When it looks like Ciel is ready to start the cloning project, the scientists decide to start at DAMN 11 PM. WHO THE FUCK WORKS AT THAT TIME?! Well, obviously Ciel won't let him and Sebastian takes him out of Lambda and that's when they part ways again. What they don't know is that they will be separated for two long years...

#yakusoku no neverland #kuroshitsuji

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secretlysheikah · 1 year

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Sooooooooo....

guess who got carried away and drew some fanart for your Sky oneshot?

trick question it was me. <3 love you bestie

MROW! MROW HOLY SHIT!

OH MY GOD AAAAAAAHAAHHHHHHHHH

I love it so much mrow! I’m already crying in the club and it’s only just past 7am!!!!! How dare you do this to me!!! I WEEP! (Tears of how fucking cool this is thank you oh my God)

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A Tale from the Sky

So after my last one shot I made for 2021 I got a request for a continuation by the lovely @mrows-fan-works and I have to say I feel in love with the request. So here we have it, I hope you enjoy.

Here is a link to the fic on Ao3 if you prefer to read it there!

Happy first fic for 2022, may it lead to many more!

Start Here:

When the last of the healers finally left the room, Warriors found himself alone until the others were found, hopefully alive and in better shape than Sky was. Speaking of their Skyloftian, he looked absolutely wretched. He was pale, his lips just a touch blue at the corners but he was assured by multiple people that he was breathing just fine and that it would fade. The skin under Sky’s eyes looked sallow and waxen as well and with the clean white bandages wrapped snugly around his chest it only served to make him look even more sickly. He found himself swallowing hard as he remembered the blood that he had only just managed to slow down long enough for a medic to get there. He looked down at himself, the blood was already dried and stiff on his tunic and his beloved scarf lay on the floor, nearly completely soaked through. That would be a pain to clean. Maybe if he put it in water to soak with some soap it would be easier to remove the stubborn stains? Even as the thought crossed his mind it left, leaving him with a metaphorical monster in the room.

He looked back at Sky, and just by looking at the sleeping hero you would never guess just how frightening he could be. He had only just managed to get back to the keep where he had left Sky, cursing himself at how long he had been away. It had taken longer than he wanted to find the corporal who was leading the defense of the keep and the monsters that got in the way only added to his irritation.

Much too long, it had taken much too long and when he finally came back…. He swallowed as he remembered the way Sky was shaking, practically convulsing as he was surrounded by a swirling black cloud. Wizzro, that bastard had looked smug, almost feral as he moved closer ready to strike Sky down. He was just about to leap to Sky’s aid when the man had let out a roar of rage that rooted him to the spot. He had never heard a sound like that come from Sky before, never thought it could even be a possibility given his normally soft spoken nature.

Sky was, well, he didn’t even know where to begin, he had never seen Sky that angry before in all the time he knew the sleepy head. Sky had bellowed and raged and brought down gleaming strike after strike against the monster until it was down and dragging itself away with Sky stalking after it. He hadn’t even had the power to call out to the man, was hopelessly entranced by the display playing out before him.

“Do you know who I am? I am the first hero, chosen by the Goddess and imbued with the hero’s spirit.” He had yelled, no more like boomed and Wars had been struck dumb by the sheer power in his voice. The scene continued to play in his mind, nothing around him registered in his head as he was completely enraptured by the scene replaying before him. He blinked and suddenly he was back in the smoke filled air of the keep, watching as Sky plunged the master sword through Wizzro’s back and twisted it cruelly as the monster screeched an unholy noise.

“I am a slayer of a God, I have killed the very incarnation of hate and lived to tell the tale. Now tell me, what are you to a God slayer?” Sky had hissed, and even though it was quietly spoken Wars had trembled as if the very ground itself had tried to rend itself asunder. It was so callous, so cold even as his voice had been filled with burning hot rage. Wars mind could scarcely put the image of Sky as he was during that battle to the one he always knew. The two versions of Sky were so completely opposite that it was like staring into an alternate reality. He had snapped back to himself when Sky turned around, and offered him a sheepish smile and the blood, oh Goddesses above.

“I guess you saw that huh?”

Oh he had seen it all.

“What? No I’m fine Wars this isn’t even my blood,”

Sky wasn’t fine and the longer he stood there doing nothing the less likely he was going to be able to save him. He had to move. Now.

“I’ll be fine Wars, Just need a quick nap.”

By the three, please no. Please.

It was a blur from there. Just red seeping into blue, and pale skin going paler by the second and desperation. He felt himself starting to hyperventilate and he dug his fingers into his pant legs, too scared to reach out and touch Sky’s sleeping form. Never once had he been this terrified of another person. But what was he scared of? This was Sky, he knew Sky. Was it the injuries? Was it the way he looked so fragile now after the utter unworldly display of power he had shown not hours before? Whatever it was he was on the verge of quaking now.

“God slayer,” Wars whispered to the silent room and the words seemed to call back to him and settle into his bones. God slayer, that was what Sky had called himself. Memories from a warm sunny day outside of Wild’s home, surrounded by the children of his village now settled in and filled his eyes. Sky had looked… Remorseful? Bitter? Both?

“Oh Gods can die, just be glad all they left behind this time were bones,” Sky had said as he had tossed what remained of his apple away. He recalled the way Sky’s warm face had twisted and the vision shattered before his eyes leaving him back in the sick room. He was left struggling to put pieces together of a clearly incomplete puzzle that was the Skyloftian, the whole thing was maddening. There was clearly another side to his brother that he had not seen until now and he was dying to know more. There was a slight movement on the bed and Wars glanced over, mind still miles away as he studied the movement blankly.

“I wasn’t fast enough, too late… Heh, what else is new? But now you… All suffer for it,”

Wars snapped back to himself so quickly his head spun and he nearly toppled off his chair when he came eye to half lidded and distant eye with Sky. He was breathing heavily, his hands tightening in the sheets that were draped across his lower body. Wars watched as his eyes moved sluggishly around the high vaulted ceilings and he was fairly certain that anything Sky was seeing was not actually registering in his mind.

“Sky?” Wars whispered but hesitated to move his chair any closer to the bed. Sky sniffled and sighed before he let his head fall to the side to look at him. Wars could just make out Sky’s sapphire blue eyes peeking out from underneath his thick eyelashes. The dark, almost bruised like skin that clung underneath his bottom lids only made the blue of his eyes stand out in stark relief. Sky blinked at him lazily, grimaced and made to clutch at his chest, the pain obvious on his face. Before he knew what he was doing, Wars had scooted his chair closer and grabbed Sky’s hand, holding it tightly so that he wouldn’t tug at the bandages.

“Hey now, none of that,” He scolded lightly and was graced with a barely audible sigh.

“Hurts,” Sky mumbled and Wars gave his hand a soft pat in understanding.

“Do you need me to go get a healer? They can get you something for the pain,” He offered, the words scarcely out of his mouth before Sky was shaking his head in the negative. To Warriors dismay he was trying to sit up.

“No, no, Don’t go… Not yet, I have to explain,” Sky panted as he continued to struggle to sit up fully.

“No you don’t have to, no wait,” Wars started but quickly gave up when Sky continued to struggle.

“Fine alright, just stop trying to sit up,” He snapped and to his relief Sky let himself drop back down to the mattress, and Wars could feel the tremor in Sky’s arms from the strain.

“I’m sorry Wars, I owe you an… e-explanation… An apology… I am ” Sky slurred and Wars felt himself stiffen.

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Yahahaha! You’re clogging my damn vacuum find a new spot to hide damn you.

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Earth day appreciation post! Have some pictures from my rambles in the woods!

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My #1 post of 2022

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO!

I wanted to draw my blorbo, Hiri in her elder clothes! This is my interpretation of what the elder Sheikahs would look like/wear. The only thing you can see is that they also wear earrings. But the spooky vibe spoke to me so here we are.

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AAAAAAAAAAYYYY not a bad year I think

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