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#did you look at my carrd is that what this is
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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐛 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
↳ notes: lars content yay! as far as i can tell, i'm one of the few to do anything on him, so i hope there's more than ten people out there interested in him
↳ warnings: none
↳ song: she blinded me with science—thomas dolby
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• This guy is a snacker
• Take one look at him. You can't tell me that he doesn't constantly skip out on meals in favor of research, usually just pulling a granola bar or stained tupperware from his desk drawer to eat while he works
• Don't get me wrong, Lars can still devour a good bit of food. Sometimes you like to make fun of him for how much good he'll get on his face in the process
• "You're looking at me weird." He frowned at you one day from behind the rims of his glasses
• "Uh, yeah. Wonder why." You grin with mild surprise, watching as leftover rice and beans from the burrito in his hands stuck to the corners of his mouth like glue. He was quick to wipe it all off, ignoring you as you laughed at him
• Aside from that, Lars usually keeps his workplace pretty clean. It's cluttered, sure, but you don't think you've ever seen him wonder where something went. He just always knew where things were. It was like he had a system in his head, and the more you thought about it, the more you decided he definitely did
• The one time someone had even tried to clean his place up, you watched as he immediately jumped in, convincing them that they were needed elsewhere and sending them off before they could mess with his set-up
• Often times, when it's just the two of you alone in the offsight lab, you'll bounce a tennis ball off the wall while Lars types away, only ever looking up to squint at you when the ball gets to close to his head
• "You should really give that to the possesor. I'm sure it'd appreciate it." He hums to you at one point while spinning around in his chair to reach something. Behind you, you hear the unmistakable sound of a metal chair tapping excitedly on glass, and you make a tsking noise
• "Pretty sure you just want me to stop distracting you with my awesome skills." You boast, attempting to do a trickshot only to smack Lars in the back. He glares at you, and you inch backward with a nervous chuckle
• "You know what, I think I'll give it to the possesor."
• "What a brilliant idea." Lars says monotonely. You were quick to get rid of the ball
• He hums while he works!
• It's not anything discernable. In fact, most of the time he isn't even singing real songs. Just little tunes he'll make up on the spot for himself; often as a way to pass the time and make minute tasks fly by
• You notice it quite a lot, but don't really say anything. It's quite entertaining, if you're being truthful
• "Sittin' and waitin' for food. Sittin' and waitin' for food.." He'd improvised once while waiting yet again for a t.v dinner of his to finish its cycle in the labs shared microwave
• "Wow Lars. Voice of an angel, you have."
• "Stuff it."
• Lars doesn't often need help with his work, there's a reason he landed the job after all, but when he does, you're always the first person he goes to. It's a side effect of having spent so much time with you at work, and even outside of it—if you counted lunch breaks and independent experiments as a non-work environment
• He likes being able to get a fresh set of eyes on whatever's stumping him, and it usually doesn't take long for the two of you to work around whatever was holding him up
• Overall, you couldn't think of a better friend/co-worker to have, and the same applies for Lars. Your relationship will only strengthen as time goes on, even withstanding the bizzar experiences that Garraka eventually brings later that year
• But that's for much later. Right now, the two of you are content to sit in the aquarium-turned-headquarters, watching as the hours ticked by without a care in the world
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ebonytails · 2 months
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
Heart rate has reached dangerous levels❗️
Initiating culling procedures.👁️‍🗨️
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themthistles · 11 months
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i think that while micro labels can seem useful and affirming ultimately they're isolating and kind of an obstacle to your understanding of self. that's because you can never find a word specific enough. there will never be a label or two labels or even ten, twenty of them to perfectly capture and describe all of your thoughts, feelings, experiences, preferences, needs, interests, identities, etc. because you learn more and more about yourself every day and then you change and your wants and needs change with you. having to hop between labels, fearing that you don't 'fit' into a label anymore (both in your own and others eyes), worrying how soon your current label will wear out, questioning if you'll ever fully fit a single one. all that causes a lot of uncertainty and anxiety which could be avoided by just picking a more general thing and molding it according to what it means to YOU. because words will always mean different things to different people, you will never be understood immediately and maybe never completely by anyone but yourself and that's fine
#another thing is that micro labels often feel like they fracture the community unnecessarily#idk how many times i've seen fighting over hyperspecific ace labels and what they mean and if people described in them even belong#and honestly i think this discourse wouldn't be so vile and neverending if people accepted the idea of falling under general umbrella#and accepted that you can't describe complicated weird and wonderful act of human existence with a couple of words#you don't need to explain yourself to anyone#i know in our present pronouns/sexuality/gender in bio carrd era it feels like you have to but you really don't#people aren't entitled to a short summary of your inner world and you can't speed run connection#also feel the need to say: i have nothing against people who use micro labels#if you feel like your micro label describes you perfectly? i'm really glad and happy for you#i'm just expressing my own thoughts and feelings that come from personal experience with exploring these things#at some point i started doubting if i could call myself a lesbian#i thought oh i'm not exactly what a lot of people generally think of when they hear that word#oh they'll misunderstand and i'm not being my 'true self' i'll find a word that fits me exactly if i just keep looking#and then i found out being aroace is a thing and boy did that add a lot of anxiety and confusion to the pot#i didn't feel like i fit in with both communities wasn't lesbian enough wasn't aroace enough#but at some point i just got tired of trying to justify myself to others and to myself#identities aren't houses you live in they're more like seas or rivers flowing into one another#and spaces where they intersect are vague and hard to define and they shift and change and this metaphor is getting away from me#basically#words are complicated#but they're the only direct way we humans can communicate#it is what it is#so make art#a lot of it#oh also unrelated but if you ever tell older queer folks that they're using wrong words to describe themselves i am going to jump you
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camptw1nk · 20 days
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you guys dont understand. when this revamp is done. im gonna be so active
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ironmanstan · 1 year
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So much work to do but im actually doing it which scares me more than the fact i have work to do and u can tell bc i keep fucking posting like this
#laid out all my sketches i needed.. updated my carrd projects list... finalized art piece.. sketched concept.. studied from art book#fucking insane. insane. so scary so scary.#like idk it is so weird i think being depressed mustve made my adhd so much worse ?? i couldve never done this before#everything is still hard and i have to genuinely push and will myself to even attempt working on anything but like#i have enough will to win and start ? i dont lose my focus as much when im in it and if i do i know to take a break bc im understimulated?#i still forget basic things and to do things a lot but i dont catastrophize about it as much i get upset and then just fix it..#its so weird did i just fucking learn to self regulate??? is that what i was missing this whole time ???????#u get punished for like lacking focus and self regulation and have a defeatist mindset bc doing anything = punishment#but then you break through that fear and just throw yourself in and make yourself do things and u can work WITH the adhd????#my parents fucking scammed me bro imagine if i had been raised and like helped instead of called worthless for everytime i fuck up#WHY DO I HAVE TO LEARN THIS AT ALMOST 19. STUPID STUPID STUPID#even my old therapists.. oh you have adhd maybe if you just change your diet you will function WOWWW SOOO HELPFUL#HOW DOES THAT HELP ME LEARN TO BE AWARE OF MY SELF AND NEEDS AND REGULATE THEM TO WORK WITH MY MENTAL HANDICAPS HUH. QUICKLY#stupid... i hate every adult in the world you are all useless and do nothing <- is an adult#its so crazy 2 me to function even a little... i guess i learned easily finally bc i self analyze way too much sometimes#but like i genuinely for years predicted id just like. go right back to being majorly suicidal or something in college#bc i could barely handle highschool or getting assignments done#now im meeting deadlines on the reg... like idk. i think it is such a rare and strange and kind of sick feeling#to know like young you would look at you and be surprised or shocked . and its so sad bc like idk.#its like oh i never believed in myself huh. or believed i could have a place in the world and function and be alright#and then u have to grieve all the time you spent never trying bc u didnt think trying without failing was possible like what the hell!!!#crazy...#the gamer speaks uwu
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tommydarlings · 4 months
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fighting lessons | c.l
pairing: dom!charles x sub!reader
warnings: smut, dacryphilia, overstimulation
w/c: 1.2k
summary: your brother was convinced that you need someone to teach you some basic self defense techniques — so he chose his best friend to teach you some…things.
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It was stupid in your opinion but your brother was convinced that you should learn how to defend yourself. You understood the worries that he had since you’re his sister, a young girl in nowadays disgusting men’s world, but it still sucked in your opinion.
“Just so you know, I won’t go easy on you,” he said with a tiny grin, making you tone your eyes before you put your arms up into the typical fighting position.
“Is that the best you can do, little one?” He teased you once again with that nickname as he dodged once again another punch from you, looking down at you with slick smirk.
You huffed, hitting his boxing gloves covered palm again before you gulped and stared up at him with narrowing eyes, basically telling him to shut the fuck up.
Charles laughed at your facial expression, “Say it,” he whispered and nodded along his own words, “c'mon, say it,” he lowered his arms,
“I know you want to, don’t be so shy now,” the monaguesque told you, making you slowly shake your head,
“Let’s just continue charles, c‘mon,” you sighed before you raised your fist and hit him right in the shoulder, forcing his body to stumble a tiny bit backwards. You really tried to bite back your grin but it was no use, he already caught you wickedly grinning up at him.
Charles bit his inner cheek as you covered your mouth to hide the wide grin covering your face now, but he didn’t really look happy as you giggled like a little girl.
“What?” You said as you looked up at him, “I did what you wanted me to do! I hit you!” You laughed with a grin, knowing he didn’t expect it at all.
Your brothers best friend licked his lips, brushing his hand through his rather messy hair, “Try again,” he said in a quite and deep tone, surprising you.
You stopped laughing, “what? Are you sure?”
Charles only nodded before you briefly shrugged and hit him again… or at least you tried to, only that this time he actually — obviously — expected it and quickly caught your fist, turning your entire body swiftly around and pressing his chest forcefully against your back without saying a single word.
“Told you that I won’t go easy on you,” Charles muttered into your ear from behind, lips almost touching your temple as he secured your arms over your chest so you weren’t able to move them, trapping you between his muscular arms and grey compression shirt.
Charles cleared his throat as he felt your ass rubbing against his crotch area, briefly squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his brows in pleasure before he spoke up, “You do know that you need to do better if you really want to be able to defend yourself in the future, right?” The monaguesque mumbled from behind.
You briefly closed your eyes as well and took a deep breath as you felt his bulge through your pants, “I know,” you admitted in a hush tone, slightly turning your head to the side so that Charles was able to get even better access to your neck.
You heard Charles chuckle for a few seconds before you gasped, suddenly feeling his lips kissing their way from your behind your ear down to your shoulder blade, palms squeezing your arms.
“Good,” Charles replied in a deep and raspy tone, lips still dancing along your hot skin as you dropped the back of your head against his chest, getting lost in the pleasure that he was making you feel.
You gasped, gulping another whine that wanted to escape down before you put your visibly smaller onto his biceps, lightly squeezing it, “Charles, w-we shouldn’t… you know, my brother-”
But your brothers best friend quickly shut you up by putting his hands down your pants, fingertips already teasingly playing with your clit as you stumbled over your words.
“Oh god, c-charles,” you cried out as he circled your clit, lips softly touching the skin behind your ear now, there and then gently biting your earlobe with a deep breaths,
“Yes mon amour?” He replied in a cocky tone, probably smirking behind you as his other arm tightened around you trapped body, making it literally completely unable to move away from him.
You dropped your head forwards, brows furrowed before you heard him groan into the back of your neck, forehead dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly rubbed your ass against his now very visible boner, biting your lip as you noticed how his breathing got more uneven because of it.
“You — oh my god,” you whined in a high pitched tone as he dipped his middle finger into your wet pussy, collecting some of your juice before he went back to rubbing your clit, “you like that?” You quickly gasped before you whined again.
Charles deeply chuckled behind you, groaning and biting his lip before he switched to biting your shoulder, groaning and moaning into your heated skin as you continued rubbing yourself against him, gulping as you felt how big he actually is.
“Fucking hell, y/n baby,” he gulped, making you smirk before you threw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to your release, “The t-things I wanna do t-to you right now, shit,” he gasped, “you don’t even wanna know,” he chuckled again, making you cry out.
“I think I-I do actually,” you nodded with a smirk, rubbing clenching pussy against his fingers now as well, feeling your orgasm already building up, “tell me, god charles… please for the l-love of god…tell me,” you whined pathetically.
Charles only raised his head and kissed the sweet spot behind your ear, “You wouldn’t even u-understand a thing, mon amour,” his fingers sped up, making you see literal stars, “you’re to pure for that, aren’t you? Am I right?” He nodded along his words as he said them in a raspy tone, “way to pure and innocent, that’s what you are baby, that’s exactly what you fucking are,” he mumbled.
You felt like you were levitating, like you saw stars, like it was just you and him on this planet right now, nobody else. You bit your lip before you couldn’t hold it back anymore, trembling legs breaking down as you furrowed your brows and came all over his fingers, forcing him to go down with you as your knees hit the floor.
“I got you, don’t worry mon amour,” Charles kissed the top of your head as his fingers till continued rubbing your sensitive clit, making tears shot into your eyes due the overstimulation you were feeling,
“let it all go, baby… don’t hold anything back, want it all c'mon,” he continued as your whines got louder since he still wasn’t stopping.
“C-Charles!” You loudly spoke up, palm slowly reaching forward to stop his moving hand by grabbing his wrist but his hand wouldn’t stop for a second, he just ignored your weak grip on his wrist and continued smiling like in a mean and teasing way behind you,
“I know it feels good, little one, don’t even try to deny it,” he whispered into your ear from behind as you were so close to actually screaming from the overstimulation, your legs shaking like they have never before, “why don’t you be a good little girl for me and put your hand away, yeah?”
You gasped and cried as charles continued talking to you, ordering you to do something but at the same time calming you down whilst you gently removed your palm from his wrist, placing it back onto the floor to gain balance.
Charles chuckled behind you, “that’s my good girl.”
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luvtism · 4 months
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hello! do you have any resources/guides for the sntry css builder? tysm and sorry if this is troublesome!
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Well get ready! Doll is about to explain a lot of things! One of the most important things is html coding! It's almost a requirement if you want to do sntry builders! Especially tricky ones. You can find templates, sure! But what if the template has issues that you dont know how to fix? Then you're screwed! Click below for a full explanation of points that come to mind! (Disclaimer: Doll is not an html coder by any means! She's completely self taught!) Also resources at the bottom of this!
A few basics:
If you wanna import fonts into sntry, you need to link them with a download link. I've been people use catbox, filegarden, and much more to link it. The point is, you must have the ttf ready to download. Then you implement it into your html code like this:
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This way, when you want to use it you type its name in the divider or item you want! Say, if i want it to be the overall font, i'd put it in p or body!
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For scrollboxes, the most usual ones are the lace ones! Which look like this:
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Usually you'll need to have the lace image and apply it with the border-image code! Most lace images will look like this image by the way! Also if you want it to scroll it's usually good to give it a set height, and then set overflow to auto. Sometimes it'll show the scroller horizontally too, but i fix that by writing overflow-x: hidden; (x for horizontal y for vertical).
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Another thing is positioning , you have relative, absolute, fixed, and i forgot the last one! But heres a few notes from what I gathered!
Absolute: It will stay to one place and when you zoom out it'll stay in the exact place you left it at!
Relative: It'll be in relation to the position of the device! So 1080 x 1920 computer will position it differently than a smaller one! granted its usually relative hence the name.
Fixed: No matter if its zoomed out or in, it wont move form that exact position.
Resources
Scripted neocities!
This site has EVERYTHING you might need for codes! Fonts, backgrounds, cursors, text, everything!!! It's SOOOO useful 10/10 I highly advice u save it!
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Pinterest:
Self explanatory but pinterest has a lot of people who post sentries for inspiration !!! It's so useful to have a hit of inspo for yourself! PLEASE REMEMBER the people who post are real and have boundaries! So if they ask you for credit, CREDIT THEM! I also have a pinterest, but right now I haven't posted anything except saving resources !!! Here's My board! (Follow doll please pspsps)
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Carrds!
The reality is, a lot of the builder sentries you may see have been either made from scratch, or inspired by carrd creators. I suggest you google carrd pro tutorials to see the code the creators may use, and then customize it and make it your own!
Final thoughts!
Doll did not expect it to be so long !!!!!
Sentry builder is...
honestly pretty easy once you get the hang of it! Style codes, html, you can google a lot of the resources you may need which will give you a head start into what you may want!! Good luck out there!
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emptymasks · 18 days
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The Ghost stickers I've spent 2 months drawing are finally done! 69 different characters/designs available as both stickers and badges. It took so long because I wanted to be a completionist and get every Papa in all/most of their outfits and every ghoul in each outfit.
(I didn't include young Nihil's ghouls because I didn't think there were proper designs or pictures until I accidentally came across a photo-op exhibition they did with young Nihil's costume and ghoul costumes on mannequins but by then I'd almost finished all of these and they don't have names and I didn't want to add more work for myself so I know this isn't 'technically' a complete list but please I've been drawing ghouls for so long please let me rest).
As always with my little chibis, they’re available as stickers, and as badges with customisable backgrounds of any colour of pride flags that you want. I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy. Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️
[ID: Individual chibi drawings of 69 characters (or the same character in different outfits) from the band Ghost that are available as stickers. Also as badges where they are placed inside circles to show what they will look like as physical button badges, some of them with plain colour backgrounds and some with 1-3 different pride flags as examples of how you can customise the backgrounds.]
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prettymrswright · 2 months
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Lockdown. Pt 2
pairing: koffee!singer x black fem!choreographer/artist
content warnings: smuttt baby, off the bat! 😂 it was highly requested for Koffee, so as an artist I must deliver. a lot of patois (Koffee is from Spanish Town, she has a strong JA accent).,fluff, strong language, spirituality, art.
a/n: dusting off the pen and paper, (or should i say keyboard), and this was requested the most, so we start here. also, she has a new masterlist design 🤭!!! shout out to my baby, @dejaonline the creator and visionary of my carrd. my taglist is on there if you want to sign up for a specific person or take yourself out of one!!! i missed writing, so this should be fun. love you wh^res <3
translations:
did - past tense
don't? - right? / isn't it?
A suh - so/how
eno - you know
mek - let
ramp - play/ play around
Jah/ Jah Jah - God
yah - here
Gyalis - player/ ladies (wo)man
guh - go
taglist: @dejaonline @prophetalmighty @saintwrld @sapphicvqmpires @inmyheadimobsessed @kisskourt @shurislover @ventingfanfics @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @koffeewife @bbbbbbrilliantly @shuriislut @sopaintercrown @billyjeanonthed
LOCKDOWN PART 1. < if you haven’t read :)
Her mid-back length locs hung down, framing your face as she rocked into your clit, her firm hands gripping you in place. She had her warm, dark brown eyes locked with yours, her bottom lip trapped by her top row of teeth.
"Fuck, Mikayla," You cried out, eyes welling up with tears from the multiple sensations she was giving you. She kissed your slightly parted lips and down the side of your neck.
Your moans and cries flew through her ears like music she loved, encouraging her every action. Her fingers interlocked with yours as she pinned them by your sides, continuing to fluidly move across your center.
"Mhm," You moaned through sealed lips, trying to contain its volume, but it was no use.
"Open up, pretty girl," The singer demanded, and you shortly obliged. She sat up tall and slipped two of her slender fingers inside your creamy center, pumping with precision. If you weren't going to get loud, she would surely make you.
She didn't care for your shy act. She wanted the sex to embody exactly what it was made for; passion. Be loud, be raunchy. If she decided to make love to you, it was with full intention.
She stroked her fingers long and deep inside you, her other hand massaging your right nipple.
"Oh my god," you breathed out as you felt your mouth began to water. You reached your hand out to place it on her chiseled stomach, in attempts to slow her pace, but she smacked it away.
"Doh touch me." She spat. "A dis yuh did want, don't?"
She teased and you whined. You did want her, God did you ever.
You feel yourself creaming around her fingers, and as much as it was, you never wanted it to stop.
"That is it, mumma, yes," She encouraged the beginning of your release. "Let it go fi mi."
Your voice traveled the room as you came harder from the rich, raspiness of her voice. She was trying to draw you out, and it was working.
You grabbed her hand and licked yourself clean off her fingers, still making noise and staring her directly in her eyes.
"Mm," She gave a hum of arousal at the sight. "A suh you wicked?"
You heartily chuckled at her astonishment. Before she could react further, you pushed her off of you and onto the bed. You locked your legs between hers, ass facing her, giving her a rear view of your ride.
You bounced up and down on all fours, riding her clit, back deeply arched. You felt the secretion of the two of you building and sloshing against each other.
“Shit,” She exclaimed, mesmerized by the movement of your ass. She sent a sharp pop upside it, making it shake even more. “You feel so good, y/n.”
You looked back at her and smiled devilishly. Provoked by your gesture, she pulls you back by your hips and drives hers up against yours at a faster pace.
“Ohhh, shit!” You yelled. “Fuckkk, yes, don’t stop, please!” You begged, riding the high of your warm clits colliding and her soft, strong hands gripping your sides, thumbs settled in your back dimples.
“Aghhh,” She groaned, her clit beginning to twitch underneath you. “Mm, mm, no,” She shook her head and pinned you down. She wasn’t quite ready for her release. A bit into edging, but more-so for maximum release.
She kept one hand pinning your stomach down to the bed, grabbing her strap from off the dresser and slipping it on with the other. She rubbed your entrance slightly before heading in, no lubricant needed, the way she had your water running.
“Baby,” you whined out, slightly in panic. It had been a minute, but the last time she put this on you, you were in an over 24 hour recovery. She was dangerous, but you liked danger.
“Shhh,” She whispered in your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair, slightly craning your neck. “Yuh fi tek dis. Wul’ on to me.”
She folded one arm behind your back and held your forearm while she held yours. Swiftly, she slid her length up into you.
“Sssshit!” You hissed, feeling woozy at its depth. “I can’t, baby I can’t.”
“Believe inna yuh self, miss,” She chuckled, before stroking your middle, mid-tempo.
You reached your hand back, pressing your hand back onto her chiseled stomach, and quickly you’d realize that was a mistake. She now had both of your arms pinned and was now picking up her pace.
Your body began to sweat profusely and your legs began to quiver underneath her.
“Mmmm, fuck!” Your moans being drowned out in the pillow your face was stuffed in, the cloth held captive between your teeth. “‘Kayla, please,”
“Memba yuh did wan run weh from me? Hmm?” She antagonized, pumping deeper and faster.
“No, please,” You plead and plead. “Please, baby I’m sorry,”
It was clear she was holding more of a grudge than you thought, and you were certainly paying for it right now.
She hiked you up, forcing your back to her chest, and your ear to her lips.
“Don’t do that to me, again.” She sternly warned, sending shivers down your spine. Overtaken and out of breath, all you could do was nod.
In a quick motion she slid out and turned you over. Your doe eyes, full of lust and adornment, were staring directly up at her. She stared back intently and smiled.
“Mi did miss yuh pretty face, eno,” She confessed. Without giving you time to respond, she was inside you again.
“I—“ You gasped out, clawing at her arms that were pinned at your sides. She held your knees to your chest and gave you long, deep strokes, kissing up and around your legs.
“Oh my goddd,” Your head drops back and your eyes follow, rolling into your lids. You haven’t felt this good since you seen her last. It was like the first time all over again. Every stroke, every kiss, every whisper; you constantly had to fight not to blurt out those three words.
The way she looked, the way she felt, the way she prioritized your body’s every demand made you feel the sluttiest you could ever.
You held your middle and index finger up over her lips and smoothed them across them, and she lubricated them with her saliva, lightly sucking on your digits. You slide those fingers down to your clit and massage small, quick circles into it.
You feel your mouth begin to water at the combination.
“Yesss, just like that, baby, keep fucking me,” You encourage her sinisterly, directly staring into her face. “You make me feel so good,”
You didn’t give a fuck anymore. You missed her, it’s been months, and you were over the games. This was the side she so desperately wanted to see.
“Shit,” she grunted under her breath, strokes getting sloppier the wetter you became. “I love seeing you play with that pretty pussy, baby.” She affirmed you, making your moans spill out quicker.
She replaced your hand with hers, caressing your clit with her thumb, bringing her body down to level with yours. She kissed you slowly and passionately, still keeping the pace of both her stroking and massaging.
You moaned loudly into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her, digging your nails into her back. The pleasure was so overwhelming yet so blissful.
“I’m so close, ‘kay, don’t stop,” You whined, squirming under her touch.
“This is all yuh did want, ee? Fi di artist come fuck you?” She teased. “All you had to was ask.”
The more cockier she became the more it turned you on. It was impossible to keep quiet or still. You began to see stars, the way she was pounding your g.
“You want to come? Ask me.” She taunted you.
“Please make me come, baby, I’ve been so good,” Your mouth was moving faster than your brain. All of your words were rushed and desperate. Each of your fingers seeking deeper in her back.
She wrapped her hand around your neck and pulled your forehead to hers, speeding up her final strokes.
“Unhhh, yesss!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as your love came down, creaming all over her length before she slid out.
Your chest heaved up and down, as you attempted to catch your breath.
“Mek mi clean this up for you,” She lowered her lips. to your center and licked you clean, devouring you with her whole mouth, ending her sweep with a slow french kiss.
“Oh, baby,” you whined out, rubbing your fingers through her locs and grabbing a handful. You guide her head left and right in a figure 8 motion, leading her to shake her head in it.
She rocked your hips into her face, sucking your bud, draining the rest of your secretion out.
Tears involuntarily streamed down your face, as you semi-hyperventilated. You pulled her up to you, kissed her deeply, and wrapped your arms around her in a warm embrace.
“Yuh alright?” She asked half sincerely, half in amusement.
“I love you,” You blurt out, not expecting a response.
She erupted in a high-pitched cackle. “You funny eno, yuh ramp too much,”
You smile brightly, eyes still almost shut. “I’m serious!”
“Gyal get the steel pipe, and wan chat bout ‘love’” She continued, still laughing.
“Shut up, Mikayla,” You couldn’t help but laugh too. The jokester she was.
“Mi ago give yuh a second, eno, but mi wan yuh fi get dressed,” She says to you, hinting at another one of her shenanigans.
“Dressed? Fi wha?” You say back in patois, semi-mimicking her.
“I wanna show you something. Something i’ve been working on,” She says, sincerely.
You tense up anxiously. “Okay…”
“It’s not anything bad, nuh worry yuhself,” She reassures you, in attempts to calm your nerves.
$ Walking out the hotel in your black, Chanel mini dress, and your black and gold Yves Saint Laurent heels (gifted by Koffee), you head to the car, hand in hand with the artist. She walks with you over to the passenger door side and opens it for you, helping you inside.
After she closes your door, you watch her 5'6 frame walk to the driver side, dressed in a powder blue, mid-sleeved, collared button down, the first three buttons open, slightly exposing her chest. Her legs decorated in some baggy leather pants, that slightly covered her baby blue, designer sneakers. Her locs were neatly compacted up into a bun, gold jewelry hanging from her neck, and wrists. If it wasn't for whatever she was attempting to show you, you'd pull her right back in that hotel. "Yuh ready?" She asks, quickly smiling and your direction while starting up the engine. You smile and nod sweetly and the two of you drive off. The sun didn't begin to set quite yet, but it was at it's golden hour, shining bright and beautiful hues of yellow, orange, and gold down from the sky blue skies and through the windshield of Koffee's 2022 Midnight Gray Lexus ES. You were riding through the city of Ocho Rios, taking scenic view of all of nature around you; trees and bushes blowing through the wind. You'd be flying back home soon, so you wanted to be completely present. You slid and placed your hand onto the back of her neck, massaging it with your fingers, and you felt the tiny baby hairs stand up. Koffee loved how touchy-feely you were and always returned the favor. She slid her right hand, currently decorated with a 18k gold signet ring, gifted by her grandfather, up your thigh and held you in her grip. As you pass more and more tall buildings and music shops, you began to get curious. The two of you would often parlay on the beaches and spend all evening/night and sometimes, even early mornings. But this was a new side of town. It seemed more industrial. "Mikayla," You spoke in a questioning tone. "Hm?" She replied plainly. "Where we going?" You ask. "You'll see." She replies, that smile she had been showing so often this trip appearing once again.
Pulling up to a complex, you park right in front of a building with ‘Columbia’ written in gold letters across the top. You feel an anxiousness in your stomach once you start to realize where you were.
“Come on,” She gestured as she went to open the door. “Hold on," you say quickly, stopping her from opening the door. You pull down the sun visor mirror and prep up your appearance. You adjust your gold heart pendant necklace and smooth out your braids. You reapply your Fenty gloss bomb lipgloss and blot. You lift your foot up and rest the end of your heel on the dashboard, adjusting your shoe strap and your single-plated gold anklet that was resting so pretty on your ankle. “Girl, come on,” She rushed you semi-jokingly, despite her being in a daze previously to. “Okay, okay, how do I look?” You turn to her and fake a pose, framing your face. She took a long, studious look at you, examining you swiftly but diligently. She hummed in approval. “Sexy.”
“Perfect. Let’s go!” You laugh, grabbing your purse. Koffee comes out of the car, rushing over to you to open your door and take your hand to lift you up and out and lead you into the building. It was huge. Tall lobby ceiling, marble floors, futuristic colors. It was like a hotel lobby of a nightclub, if such a thing existed. She signs the two of you in, and you walk into the elevator and ride up to the 22nd floor. She leads you into a room that she opens with her own key that hung off her hip. You audibly gasp at the sight of what you saw before you. It was her studio. And it was beautiful. There was a long white mixing console, two large white speakers next to it and a computer in the middle. A large booth, next to a small one, both with mics, headphones, and other equipment set up. The room was dimly lit with midnight purple and fuschia colored lights. Across each wall were plaques of achievements from various artists. There were long, white couches on each side of the room, and tall stool chairs spread out across it. In between the two booths, up against the wall were a lineup of different guitars.
You slowly strolled through the room, taking everything in. You looked to your left and noticed a pretty, black bouquet of pink glitter roses, Ghiradelli chocolates, a card, and a fat stack of cash sitting on a low table.
“Wha–” Before you could even ask what the purpose of those were, she interrupted you. “Once Shelley told me you were coming, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I missed you, y/n/n. And I’m serious about you.” She confesses, holding her glance, as well as your hand. “Kay,” You called out her nickname, feeling your eyes well with tears. She was so sweet and thoughtful. And all this time you were blocking your blessing, and for what? “Doh start,” She chuckled. “Jah. This crybaby, yah.” And you were. But you felt everything so deeply, and as in awe as you were, you were also sad; Somewhat regretful even, for driving a wedge between you two because of your own insecurities. “Thank you, baby.” You thank her with a heart full of love and gratitude. You wrapped your arms around her neck and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “How romantic. Miss Gyalis.” “Please,” She started. “Me anuh Gyalis, and you aren’t just ‘gyal’ to me.”
You studied her face, admiring both her beauty and her words. “Come,” She led you to the seats in front of the computer and pulled up a song. “Tell me what you think about this.” The song began and the summery, mid-tempo beat flowed out of the speakers and filled up the room.
Where will we go?
When di quarantine ting done and everybody touch road?
Mommy, me go NASCAR
Pull up in a fast car, yeah
A nuh false start
Mek you and di boss par, yeah
I know you’re feeling me
You know I’m feeling you
So what now we fi do?
You swayed back and forth and slightly nodded your head. She was so good at what she did. Every song made you feel good, like a fun summer night. You didn’t even notice what it really was about at first.
Yeah, yeah
Aye fancy
How yuh heart stay, it nah no vacancy?
Last time see yuh pon FaceTime
Chatting up di place
Bout you nuh want relationship
Me a go put you pon lock down
A put yuh body pon lockdown, mmm
You got me pon lock now
You got my passion on lock, woah
She turned to you, lip syncing her own lyrics at you.
If you love me
You should let me
You should let me
You should let me know
And if you don’t know
Better fi let me
Better fi let me
A better yuh let me go
You took in every word, flattered at its insinuating dedication, but shocked at her confession. Sure you knew she liked you, but not like this. You also didn’t want to assume. It was hard to take in.
All yuh want talk bout a matrimony, yeah
Any ting yuh want Koffee got di money, yeah
Me give yuh me heart beg yuh take it from me
She dramatically mimicked the lyrics, clutching her chest and kneeling at your feet, making you laugh. She was cute. And the song was really damn good. 
Baby are you feeling me?
Cause I'm really feeling you
Baby are you feeling me?
Cause I'm really feeling you
I'm a pull up in my fast car You were silent for a while as the song outro faded out. You were speechless. You stared for a while, going through about every emotion and thought you had the past few months. You’d open your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “That bad, huh?” She asked comically.
“No!” You rushed out. “It was.. beautiful.” You look around you, still finding the words. “When did you-?”
“Early April. Last time mi did hear from you was March, and mi stop call from den. Mi feelings hurt bad bad. So I took up the pain and drive guh a studio wid it.”  “Oh,” You say lowly. “Kay, I’m sorry. I mean, not totally because, you just made a HIT song– yes I said hit— AND it’s about me, so that’s double whammy right there.”
She laughed heartily, leaning back in her chair. “You ramp too much.” “All jokes aside, though. I was in my head so much that I didn’t give you a chance to show me how much you cared. Truthfully cuz I felt like I cared too much. I was anticipating getting hurt, and that wasn’t fair to you or myself.” She looked down and nodded in agreement. “Mi just glad seh you found your way back to me, baby.” She placed a warm, caring kiss on your cheek. “And I love you too.” 
You left your chair and opted for a seat on her lap, resting your arm around her back and on her shoulder. “Play it for me, again?” You asked with a beaming smile. She returned a beaming one back to you before pressing the play button on the mixing console in front of her, holding you tighter the second time around.
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cat-vase · 3 months
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Hi. I've made a post about this before, but I have more information now (and hopefully I can organize it better).
Ghoul is a n//zi. Only censoring because I tried to make this post already and it didn't show up.
Here is a list of all the social media accounts I could find that he uses so you can block/avoid him.
There is a possible tumblr sideblog I might be unaware of (edit: this has been found!). Click the read more for more details/evidence.
Twitter: xGOREGHOULx
Tumblr: d34d-d06-404 (warning for bright/eyestrain theme on desktop)
Tumblr sideblog: fourexforevrrr
Discord server: OBJECTZSPACE
Discord username: gir4life
Pinterest: deranged_number4 + xX4_1STH3B35T1NT3G3RXx
Youtube: xGOREGUNK2009x + xGOREGHOULx
Soundcloud: xUR LOCAL GABBER KIDx + GORE GUNKZ
Pronouns.page: xGOREKIDx
Rentry: DERANGEDFOURNER (warning for bright/eyestrain/flashing gifs)
Carrd: goreghoulquest (warning for moving/spinning/rotating background image. i'm dizzy/have a headache from it. it's a first person video game perspective of somebody spinning in circles in a brick maze.)
On October 21 2023, Ghoul posted these to his pinterest. I looked at the website page data in order to get that date, because I don't think pinterest has a clear way of showing when things were posted (and if it does, I don't know about it).
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That's the n//zi salute from Kratcy (CFMOT) and n//zi uniform from Yoshka (CFMOT), complete with a red n//zi armband.
In the last one of Kratcy, the caption is HEIL, MEIN FÜHRER!!! In English, this means HAIL, MY LEADER!!! Führer is the title Hitler gave to himself when he came into power.
On October 22 2023, Ghoul posted this to his twitter.
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Three drawings of Four (BFDI/BFB) wearing a n//zi armband. It's censored out in two of them, but Ghoul forgot to censor out the first one. This is an indication that he knew it was bad to draw/post, but did so anyway.
Later that day, he posted this.
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Another drawing of Four wearing a n//zi armband, with a caption to spell it out for you.
On October 23 2023, he posted to his twitter again.
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Another one.
On December 20 2023 (two months after all those posts), somebody on twitter pointed out the armband in Ghoul's post. The callout post got a little traction, some of the other art was found, and Ghoul was asked why he drew n//zi art. This was his "apology." I included the second screenshot so you know I'm not intentionally cutting anything out with the first screenshot.
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Mania does not suddenly make you antisemetic. Mania does not suddenly compel you to draw n//zi imagery. Ghoul tried censoring two out of the three images, trying to hide it. He clearly knew it was a bad thing to do. He is using mental health issues to excuse his actions.
On December 21 2023, he answered this ask on his tumblr.
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And then left this in the replies of the ask post.
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Again, using mental health issues as an excuse. If you felt bad for it, wouldn't you have deleted it as soon as you got into a clear headspace? Would you not have addressed it sooner instead of waiting for people to call you out on it first? If you were truly trying to ruin your reputation, why did you try to censor some of it? It isn't "old art", either. It's from three months ago.
I'm including this screenshot so people know what the discord server looks like. I am not in this server, I only clicked the link to get the screenshot. I do not know if anybody is co-running this server along with Ghoul, or if it is only Ghoul himself running it.
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I'm including this poll because I don't know if he ever made that sideblog or not. If he did, I don't know the url. If anybody does know it, please tell me. I'll leave your name out of it. I just want people to be able to block it if it exists.
Edit: This sideblog has been found! It's @/fourexforevrrr
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As of writing this post, it is January 7 2024. Ghoul has not said anything about this since and continues to post art like normal. I don't want this to be swept underneath the rug. I'm not allowing a n//zi to exist in the object show community. I don't care that he's a minor (16). This is vile.
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If you all thought I was done, Welp you're wrong. >:D This is my April design for my own AU. So notes: I inverted the colors of April's bat from green to yellow, as an indication of her ninpo becoming her own instead of it being Karai's, she is a Hamato after all, so what better way to show that its hers by making it her yellow?
Speaking of, yeah, instead of green I am having her embrace the yellow! indicated by the classic jumpsuit. xD Its Actually a combo of her Ninpo Jacket, the movie's concepts of the suit, and what is her canon adult look. I really like her ninpo bun, so I kept it~
Much like Raph, she has her nails painted the colors of her brothers~ that and her little heart bang cowlick were stolen from @cokowiii / @cokoweee
I also gave her 2003 April's emerald green eye color. Why? Pretty, that and the green mixes well into her pallet.
Yes, she works for channel 6 now, and she's a teacher... a teacher in whoop-ass!!
Did no shading because I did not want to spend half a month or more on this and wanted to get all my designs hammered down. xD
Raph - Leo - Donnie - Mikey - Casey
———————————– My Commissions | .Carrd
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sardonic-the-writer · 2 months
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𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬
↳ warnings: none
↳ song: hells greatest dad—various artists
↳ notes: this turned out way longer than expected. reblogs are appreciated
masterlist | commissions | carrd
• What you did with your spare time outside the hotel had never been a problem
• Everyone blew off steam in different ways. Husk gambled is days away at dinghy bars, Vaggie practiced sparing, and Sir Pentious dreamed up designs for his retired war machines. The important thing was that everyone knew better than to ask the other about it
• So your friendship with Lucifer never come up. At least, not until Charlie decided to invite her dad over one day
• You were well aware of the strange relationship you had with the king of hell. He was all powerful ,and technically your ruler, sure, but it was hard to view him that way after you caught him babying a small army of rubber ducks
• It had been such a long time since you’d first met him, honestly you were still surprised you’d remembered it
• Back when you still worked as a part time package deliverer for the UPS equivalent of hell, you’d been tasked with handing off a rather heavy, and rather odd shaped box. The label didn’t give an address, rather a small drawing of an apple with a snake curled around it
• It took you a while, and way too many u-turns, to arrive at a pair of tall metal gates
• An uncertain push of a button had been delivered to a nearby buzzer, and you briefly wondered if you had been sent on a dead end errand. Your boss liked to do that; said it kept his employees on their toes. You just thought that he enjoyed seeing the pissed off looks of returnees
• Nothing longer than a minute passed before you were answered with an overjoyed voice, sounding rushed and getting father away from the mic as he proclaimed ‘I’ll be right down Terrance!!’
• It was only when Lucifer himself had opened the gates to allow you in, that his face fell from an excited grin into one of confusion
• “Oh. You’re not my normal guy.” He frowned, looking up at you slightly. “Are you sure you have my package.”
• You simply showed him the address label’s drawing, and he nodded
• “Yeah that’s it alright.” A little bit of the enthusiasm he had shown at the sight of his delivery reappeared before you. It didn’t take long after that before he remembered that you were both still standing outside the towering stature of his house, and quickly invited you inside so you could help him move the package where he wanted it
• “So! Is Terrance sick or something? I could have sworn it was just yesterday that he was where you are now.  Or a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Alright it’s been a while, but can you blame me. Do you know who I’m talking about? Long horns, red splotches, and a weird amount of hands. He always had the funniest jokes to tell though— “
• The first impression of him you got was weird. For the ruler of hell at least. But as time went on, and you kept delivering packages to his house with each passing month, he just struck you as lonely. His house, while big, was always empty. You would go as far as to say that you were the only steady interaction he had. Even if you were technically required to visit him
• Eventually, you quit your job. It had been a long time coming, and you were looking forward to a different take on life away from packing peanuts and scotch tape. Yet, for some reason, you didn’t stop showing up at Lucifers place. And he didn’t stop letting you in
• “You know—“ The devil approached you one hot afternoon in his work room. It was actually quite cold outside, but the fire breathing duck in his hands had heated up the room something fierce upon demonstration. “If you ever need someplace to stay, my daughter has a passion project that she wont stop talking about. It’s pretty sparse in souls, and I’m sure she’d let you stay there as long as you went along with her plan that she has!”
• You tilted your head with a small hum that day, choosing not to mention the far away look in Lucifers eyes as he talked about his daughter
• “Sounds better than where I’m currently living.” You shrugged, handing him a spare bolt off of the floor when it rolled off his work desk. “Where is the place?”
• So you’d shown up on the Hazbin Hotel’s doorstep, then still known as the Happy Hotel, with a bag or two in had and asking for a room
• You hadn’t told Charlie that Lucifer had mentioned it to you. You didn’t want her to feel like you were only there because he dad had named dropped it, but you guessed that she had her suspicions. You didn’t seem very taken with her title as princess of hell after all
• You were there nearly as long as Angel Dust; the likes of which showed up in the room next to yours a week after the move
• That means you were present for the embarrassing news interview, and in turn, the introduction of Alastor as a new patron
• He had been annoyed by you at first. Unlike Charlie’s slight nervousness at his appearance, or Vaggie’s outright aggression, you practically ignored his spectacular entrance, save for a few quick comments
• That had bugged Alastor. You’d hardly reacted when he’d shown just a sliver of his powers. Your lackluster once over as he pulled the darling Nifty from a fireplace had given him nothing to go on. Nothing!
• “Now what’s your role here, my friend!” The Radio Demon practically sang to you on that same afternoon. He waltzed over to your position in a corner, and his smile thinned slightly as you barely spared a glance at him. You found yourself much more enthralled with the sight of Husk fending off Angel’s advances over at the bar
• “I’m a tenant.” You mumbled, looking right through him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed down at you in an unreadable emotion that day
• He took to annoying you for the remainder of his stay following his debut. With every day, he increased his pestering, and you continued to remain the same
• Neither of you made a breakthrough with the other for quite a while. Months passed, and he found you looking as disinterested as ever with his display of powers. At this point he was sure you were purposely giving him nothing just to see his smile crack at the edges. And he was getting frustrated, for a lack of better words
• It wasn’t until you’d wandered into his recording studio by mistake that something changed
• Alastor felt a disturbance in the air the moment you stepped foot in his little alcove. Territorial demons such as himself could always tell when somebody was trespassing on their land, especially when having as much power as he did, and you were no exception to this rule
• He materialized behind you almost instantly. His limbs were already beginning to crack and stretch in size, a glowing smile casting wild shadows all throughout the room as he searched for what was sure to be your cowering form as you dropped whatever item you were attempting to steal
• Instead, he found you kneeling to the side of his polished desk, blinking up at him as your hands sat frozen in the motion of flipping through a record basket. His record basket
• “And what, pray tell—” Alastor’s distorted voice sounded like an screeching echo. He wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the hotel could hear it from downstairs “—are you doing here my dear?”
• You didn’t say anything for a moment. He watched as your eyes flickered to this symbols floating around him, then back down to his face
• “I was looking for some good music. Sorry to intrude” You eventually pull out of your weird staring match with him. Dusting the seat of your pants off, you rise to walk past him and towards the door
• Alastor’s mouth opens to say something, but stops when you pause in the doorframe
• “Nice antlers by the way.” You shrug. He doesn’t have to look up to know your talking about the honey structures protruding from his forehead. They really only come out when he starts to take on his true demonic form, and never before has he had someone compliment them
• Before he can get a better read on you, you’re gone
• Turns out, you weren’t exactly unimpressed with him. Just wary in your own way. It was a slight hit to the overlords ego that he hadn’t been able to pick up on that so quick, but he’d never admit it. Instead he took to your new attitude with rigorous mischief 
• Music and murder had been the thing to bridge the gap between the two of you. When Alastor discovered you were particularly fascinated by his time period, he laughed heartily
• “Why my dear, you should have told me you had such good taste!” He wrapped a tight arm around your shoulders. “What is it you wish to know about the darling 1920’s?”
• “Did you really feed your victims to alligators?”
• “Hah! That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” He said while flicking your nose. You just hummed with a scrunch of your eyebrows and wriggled out of his grip. Alastor laughed at that
• You wouldn’t classify the two of you as friends necessarily, but Husk did mention one day that the fact he didn’t kill you that day in his recording studio stood for something
• “He’s murdered demons for less.” The grumpy cat told you. You chose not to respond
• Everything came to a head the day Lucifer showed up at the request of his daughter
• He didn’t notice you right away, instead doing a little dance with Razzle and Dazzle as the rest of the hotel watched on confused. Angel tossed you a look and you just shrugged
• Lucifer eventually spotted you standing by the scrappy welcome table. With the same exuberance that you'd seen time and time again before, he hugged you almost immediately
• “Good to see you again too, Luce. Heard you were coming over.” You exhaled after he set you down. You chose to ignore Alastor as he stepped out of his shadows and stood behind you ominously. You could almost feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head
• “Ah so this is his majesty! You’re a bit shorter than I expected.” Alastor’s voice was a bit more grating than you recalled. His grip on his cane tightened as you raised your eyebrow at him
• “Uh, excuse me. Exactly who are you? Lucifer gave the overlord a once over, looking very bored as he did so
• An eye twitch
• “Why the Radio Demon of course! Manager to this very fine establishment, and a—!” 
• “Nope. Never heard of you. Sorry.” Lucifer cut Alastor off and smiled tensely from next to you, not sounding sorry at all
• It became apparent very quickly that the two of them didn’t mix. If a competitive musical number didn’t convince you of that, the way the both of them wouldn’t let go of your arms sure did. By the end point of Lucifer’s visit, you were sure a bruise or two had formed on your forearms
• “You know you should really come visit me more!” Lucifer adjusted his hat as he spoke, sending you a sharp toothed smile as he prepared to step out the door. “I’m sure you get tired of this hotel sometimes. Or at least the people—“
• “I’m sure you’ll find they are perfectly happy with their arrangement!” Alastor didn’t let Lucifer finish his thought. His shadows were getting restless at this point, stretching in the three of yours direction as if attempting to push Lucifer out. At this point Charlie and Vaggie had stopped paying attention to the weird power play between the two of them, instead talking about their upcoming trip to heaven together, so you were all alone. Save for two of your friends that were acting really weird
• "You know maybe the two of you shouldn't hang out."
• "Agreed."
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WIP INTRO - Safe in the Dark
Oh hi, been a minute, I have finally gotten around to this:
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(Image Credit - Ezra Chevalier - carrd - ko-fi)
Summary:
I will try to be concise, which is difficult with a project that has been ongoing for nearly half my life.
Alex Blackwood's first night in the supposedly safe, incredibly small state of Vermont starts with frigid wind and gunshots, and ends–somewhat confusingly–with bad coffee and a warm place to sleep.  Abruptly they find themself slowing down, staying in place when all they've done the last eight years is try to outrun nightmares and parents who aren't even looking for them.  The group that takes them in has its quirks, the nighttime schedule, the lack of any substantial food in the house, answering questions Alex has before words ever come out of their mouth.
When they discover their new housemates are a little closer to dead than alive–and that they're well on their way to becoming the same–their choices narrow to death in every direction.
Between an eternity of murder and a human lifetime of fear–was there really any other option but to stay?
Stats:
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Contemporary Horror (Vampires, it’s always vampires)
POV: 3rd person, Multiple POV character, usually contained to their own chapters with occasional deviation.
Word count/goal: 40k/95k
Draft: hopefully final draft, (Oh, you want a number? Eh, somewhere around 33? I’ve been writing this since 2011. I do not have the energy to count anymore.) It is the first installment of what I am now aware is probably at least a duology if not a trilogy
content warnings: vampire typical violence / mental health issues / mind control / hallucinations / body horror / familial + child abuse / murder / graphic depictions of violence / suicidal ideation / themes of depression, loss, and lack of control.
Character introduction posts to come &lt;3
Feel free to browse the snippets that have already been posted using the Safe in the Dark/sitd tag.
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With this post also comes the proper launch of my patreon! Which has been up but I did not want to promote it until I actually had an intro posted, and life has been really a lot this year. My patreon is non-hierarchical, meaning all the tiers grant the same rewards. I may eventually start running my fun mail through it again, but that is a project for a later time.
@cjjameswriting / @falling-rivers / @maabonwrites / @blve0 / @inexorableblob / @blueberrypoptart / @betwixtofficial / @drowsy-quill / @ezwriting / @ofinscriptions / @vaguelyhumanekid / @meatandboneasmr / @h-faith-marr-writeblr / @necros-writings / @poetinprose / @flyingbananasaur / @oldestenemy / @multi-lefaiye / @dotr-rose-love / @abalonetea / @albatris / @incandescent-creativity / @kaiusvnoir / @vampireposter
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custom-emojis · 2 months
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while im blogging about carrds... i've been getting Way more into them lately! I even have a few for sale i'd like to get some attention because i'm super proud of 'em.
There is this one, a cute pastel pink themed one https://carrd.co/buy/b7e1ba31383a326d
And this one, an old retro MS paint themed one!: https://carrd.co/buy/d80c1de1b761f3fe
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evtraininguniversity · 3 months
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Swimming With Holiday Cheer
"Took you long enough!" Skyla scooted her seat over to give Elesa plenty of space to pull out her own and sit down gracefully. "I was beginning to think that my stomach would start to eat itself if you didn't get here sooner." "You shouldn't have waited on my part," Elesa told her. "Oh please," Burgh put one last finishing touch on his canvas before flipping it closed. He leaned over to her and grinned. "As if Skyla would just abandon you to your lonesome like that."
Or; the Unovan League gathers during the winter holidays to celebrate a year of good battling and their friendships with each other.
Here's a fic that I did for the Winter Wonderland 2023 Zine (@winterwonderlandzine)! It's absolutely chock-full of warm feeling winter holiday inspired pieces! I chose to do one based on a family tradition of my own, wherein we go to our local aquarium for a brunch. I had a lot of fun participating on the project, and a happy belated holidays and a Happy New Years to all!
The zine is a free digital project so if you visit the official carrd you can either download it or view it on browser!
Word Length: 4,517 Relevant Tags: Holidays, Brunch, Comedy, Fluff, Bonding, Winter, Unovan League as Friends
Read it on AO3! Or below the cut! Enjoy!
On the surface, it seemed bizarre to visit an aquarium by the cool waterfront during December. After all, most preferred the heat of summer or a light rainy spring day to occupy their time at conservation societies, finding it the perfect stage for family outings, sweetheart dates, or an opportunity to learn.
It was always a lively experience, but in the winter, it was almost lonesome to wander the outdoor grounds and stare into the empty exhibits devoid of Pokémon. A gate blocking the wooden pier with it's spiraling path that normally led to the Tynamo enclosure— where normally an instructor would carefully guide preschoolers into a lesson on how to handle the EleFish— and the frozen over pond with its Magikarp all relocated beyond the stone walls helped to emphasize the faux arctic landscape.
And yet, the promise of the cold, crisp, and chilling air had every guest pulling out their thickest fur coats and woolen mittens to attend. It wasn't a wonder as to why visitors made their way out to the Undella Town Aquarium that Sunday morning, for they all had a great love for Pokémon.
Yearly, you see, the aquarium ballroom would hold a holiday brunch themed after many of the resident Unovan Water and Ice-type Pokémon in their care. It was an event full to the brim with amazing food, full access to the aquarium itself, and more— creating an absolutely wonderful memory for everyone of all ages to look back on fondly. Further, the proceeds went toward a charity dedicated for wildlife conservation and the care of the creatures at hand.
The venue took place in a separate building from the main premises, close at hand with an adjacent entrance that was pointed out by standing signs in order to direct guests new and old to the doors. 
Opulent was an apt word to describe how it felt to enter the ballroom, crossing shiny tiled floors to ascend the marble staircase. White and blues were the color of choice, as though the frost outside had crept its way in. Despite what the interior might have led one to believe, the ballroom truly didn't charge an exorbitant price to partake in the brunch— for Unova, the price was extremely reasonable.
Despite having seen the familiar sight in the past, The Shining Beauty herself thought it was electrifying.
When she entered Elesa didn't rush up the stairs, taking her time as her hand hovered above the railing and her heels clacked against the steps. After all, it was only natural that she arrived fashionably late to the event with the sounds of guests and her friends to guide her ahead.
While the theme wasn't strictly confined to the resident Unovan Pokémon, it wasn't a surprise to see that the primary stars this year were Oshawott and Cubchoo, dressed in festive adornments and accessories. On highlight that Sunday were also Cryogonal who were represented by blue-dyed macramé, glass decorations designed in the shape of Frillish, and Vanillite ice sculptures to name a few.
Elesa smiled as she passed them all, heading for the check-in desk where a worker suited in blue greeted her warmly as she informed the model that her party was waiting for her inside.
The instant recognition was not due to her fame but rather because Elesa had grown to know the staff incredibly well throughout the years that the event had existed. 
See, it had become something of a tradition for the Unovan League to gather in December for this brunch. At first, Elesa had been invited at the behest of Marlon— new to the Gym Leader circle, but ever so social— alongside her fellow current leaders, however, from there both the event and their group had grown to include nearly everyone involved in professional battling. They had all done their best to attend year after year, so she found that it was a delight, and a treat, for Elesa to get recognized for an accomplishment outside either of her two careers.
She signed the guest book in a quick script before making her way inside. Her eyes scanned the ballroom, taking note of the spread out dining tables with patrons of every walk of life chatting, eyeing the lined up buffets with servers tending to the hot by replacing the near empty trays with fresher ones and standing at attention by the customization stations. 
The organizers having outdone themselves yet again, Elesa compared the scene before her to the first year— when the venue had been held outside with a long, beige canvas tent to retain the warmth from the heaters— and found that it was safe to say that it was a much appreciated glow up.
It didn't take her long to find where exactly her sweeties were considering that a loud call of, "Elesa! We're over here," caught her attention just fine.
With a smile on her face, she approached the table that held an enthusiastically waving Skyla and their fellow veteran Gym Leaders. To her right sat Drayden and beside him was Clay, with both older men engaging in a calm conversation about such riveting subjects like the price of gas and stocks. Burgh occupied himself with a box of crayons he must have snatched from the kids corner, sketching over the lined coloring book that was also intended to distract the little ones.
"Lovely to see you all again, I hope the holidays are treating you all well," she greeted, pulling off her white coat. The maroon back with its aubergine geometric patterns hid itself from view against the back of the chair, her teal knit cling sweater properly on view without the fabric to hide it. For a moment, she debated taking off her scarf too, with its Togetic inspired triangles, but ultimately decided to keep it on for now. Her earmuffs and the blonde extensions were staying, but that was a given considering how essential the look was to her personal style.
"Took you long enough!" Skyla scooted her seat over to give Elesa plenty of space to pull out her own and sit down gracefully. "I was beginning to think that my stomach would start to eat itself if you didn't get here sooner."
"You shouldn't have waited on my part," Elesa told her.
"Oh please," Burgh put one last finishing touch on his canvas before flipping it closed. He leaned over to her and grinned. "As if Skyla would just abandon you to your lonesome like that."
"More like she wasn't willing to brave the battlefield," Clay punctuated with a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder to the shuffling buffet line, "All by herself."
"Hey!" Skyla exclaimed, pouting at the smirk that the businessman barely hid behind the rim of his wine glass as he took an all too convenient sip. "Maybe, just maybe, I was actually saving a seat for my dear friend, did you all consider that?"
"Well, were you?" Drayden challenged.
Skyla's answer was spoken with an innocent turn of her to look away, attempting as though she hadn't heard the question at all, prompting vindicated laughter from the group.
After stifling a giggle, Elesa nudged the other woman. "Come on, I could use a buddy to accompany me up there. No shame in that at all."
"Wellll, if you insist," Skyla stuck out her tongue and scrunched her nose playfully, "I suppose I could do you a favor like that."
Even though she had just sat, Elesa was more than willing to vacate her seat now that she had taken off her winter wear and greeted everyone. As she did, she tossed a glance in the direction of the nearby tables.
It seemed almost silly to divide their whole group up into smaller categories, but the venue was more than accommodating of their request— especially since they had the records to prove how much larger their group had steadily grown over the years.
To the right of where Elesa and her group were seated were the newer— well, those who had been new at the time they started this tradition of theirs— Gym Leaders. Marlon, despite organizing the event originally, had no qualms about separating into a smaller group. He gladly sat beside Roxie decked in her tweed purple jacket and a well-dressed Cheren. The teacher had even started to bring along a plus one a few years back, one who was more than welcome to join their ever expanding party.
Elesa remembered the lovely Bianca fondly from way back when she had helped in convincing the young woman’s father to allow his daughter to follow her dream. To see the once meek and flighty girl transform into the beautiful woman dressed in white before her was exactly why Elesa loved getting to meet trainers every day, transforming dreams into reality one battle at a time.
On the left held those who had long since retired from the gym scene. Lenora and her husband, Hawes, led a conversation with an additionally retired-from-acting Brycen. Chili, Cress, and Cilan entertained themselves in an avid discussion that was almost certainly about the food before them, considering that every few seconds they would all pause, try something different on their plate, mull it over in their minds and mouths before returning to the subject even more enthused. The group had been brought into the fold not too long after it started becoming less of a decision made on a whim and more of a rooted league tradition.
Now the table diagonal from them, that group was an unexpected— but still not unwelcome— surprise. Grimsley and Shauntal brushed shoulders with each other as Marshall tried his best to recite a story without jostling a snoozing Caitlin from off of his shoulder. 
Their Champion, Iris, had no such reservations as the young woman threw her arms into the air and kicked her legs out under the table, which garnered a wince from Grimsley, as she talked to her mentor. Alder looked good, hair streaked with gray and deeper wrinkles than last she had seen, but it was clear that life out in Floccesy Town was treating him well.
The Elite Four gathered together was partially at the hand of Caitlin, who had been told about their previous gatherings in the summer when all the girls would gather for relaxation and sunshine at her villa in Undella. Despite having a summer home there, or maybe because of that, Caitlin had missed the first few brunches but once Skyla and Elesa put it on her radar she managed to convince her peers to follow suit.
Now, how such a little thing had managed to reach the ears of the Unovan Facility Heads, Elesa had not the faintest idea. She did, however, have a suspect in mind— one who was seated at her very table in fact.
Regardless, it made for a funny sight to have some of the region's strongest battlers all congregated together to enjoy eggs and bacon while little Oshawott and Cubchoo in blue bow ties followed at the heels of the attendants.
Elesa and Skyla headed to the beginning of the buffet, picking up the white porcelain plates from the two stacks. The spread ahead of them was a mix of playful Pokémon themed displays and the standard hot food placed in tins heated by carefully placed candles underneath, as well as an omelet station at the very end armed with two cooks fulfilling requests.
As for Elesa, instead of being daunted by the feast she started off simple by plucking one of the Cryogonal scored bread rolls with the provided tongs and dropping it onto her plate. She passed up on the little packets of butter in favor of loading her plate with fruits and berries— a healthy spread of Cheri Berries and melon, her favorites— whereas Skyla grabbed at least three.
"Better to have enough butter than to not," she commented when Elesa glanced at her.
There were very few people ahead of them and nobody behind them, so the two Gym Leaders could take all the time in the world to fill their plates before returning back to their table. Elesa appreciated the lack of a rush, as it gave her time to consider what all to put on her plate. Realistically, if she wanted more she could always go back up for a second round, so for now she'd go light on the servings. Although she doubted that she would need to, considering she'd get her full of the afternoon with company instead of confections.
"So, how has your break been so far?" Skyla asked, making polite conversation while she waited for Elesa to get her single scoop of scrambled eggs before she could get some herself.
"Fantastic so far! I made sure to actually relax this time instead of just saying I would and then planning out the next battling season," she handed the serving ladle to Skyla. "Colette and Magnolia invited me to go shopping, but in the middle of it we were ambushed by Cody and Rolan who demanded they accompany us like a proper gentleman should."
Skyla barked out a laugh, resulting in her plate wobbling unsteadily in her grip. Thankfully, nothing fell to the ground and she successfully directed her scoop onto the landing zone. "Are you sure they didn't plan that out? It's been a while since you saw them all together again."
"It's possible," Elesa said with a smile. "Rolan seemed a little too smug the whole day, and you know that Magnolia can hardly keep a secret. I swear I saw her giggling in Cody's ear more than once."
While Elesa loved her current Beauties, it was nice to see her old Gym Trainers again. Lady Colette especially had grown into her own in the time when she saw her last, seemingly taking her clumsiness of almost standing on the tracks of the roller coaster when a challenger was advancing in stride and taking up an interest in a daredevil carefree attitude. It was amusing to see the posh woman brandishing her scrapes and bruises as a mark of her new extreme beauty lifestyle.
"And how has your break been?" Elesa asked in kind, moving onto the diced fried potatoes and peppers.
Skyla sighed, "I think I have to go back to the drawing board again with my gym. It seems like no matter what layout I do, this same challenger comes in and scolds me about all the safety code violations I'm making. First they lambasted my cannons and now my fans…"
She raised a brow. "Drayden did warn you that it was a safety hazard to have fans strong enough to blow challengers off of the platforms."
"I do not want to hear it from the guy who made challengers and trainers alike balance on top of dragon statues!" Skyla exclaimed. "Anyway , I figured it's better late than never to change things up yet again and better safe than receiving a lawsuit."
With a shake of her head at her antics, Elesa moved on to get a scoopful of sausages. Looking at her plate, she nodded and figured that she had enough for now, bypassing the omelet station so that she could return to her seat. Skyla was right behind her after popping over to a few other trays, her plate significantly more packed than Elesa's own and walking with a jovial pep in her step.
On their way back to their table, they passed behind Lenora who noticed their approach and turned in her chair to grab Elesa's hand giving it a squeeze, "You look absolutely radiant today, my dear."
"Same to you," Elesa gave her a peck on the cheek. "How has everything been? Good?"
"Much the same as normal," Lenora said. "Although, I have been in contact with some Sinnoh fossil researchers about an exhibit coming up. I can't share any details yet, but I'll make sure to send out invites when everything is finished."
"No sneak peaks at all?" Skyla teased.
"Unfortunately, I'm NDA bound so not a word will slip past these lips." Lenora mimed zipping her mouth closed.
"Well, we're looking forward to it," Elesa released her hand and gave a friendly wave at the rest of the table. "And we'll all have to catch up later."
"Sure will, Miss Elesa!" Cress exclaimed, with his brothers making sounds of agreement.
"Especially you," Elesa pointed at Brycen. "A little birdie told me that you met Valerie on the Pokéstar Studios set a while back during her Kalos-Unova collaboration and I want all the deets."
"And 'deets' I shall provide," he promised, amused.
Punctuated with raising her plate, Skyla said, "Now, if you would excuse us, we have food to eat!"
Once she sat down, Skyla took no time at all to pick up her role and press her thumbs into the side to tear it open. In contrast to her friend, Elesa cut hers with the provided utensils after first placing her blue napkin on her lap.
"Before any of you ask and we get stuck in a loop of endless small-talk, Elesa has been having a nice break so far," Skyla stuck out her tongue in the middle of scraping butter onto her roll. The leftover golden wrappers of the first two squares she had grabbed were near her water cup, tossed to the side with reckless abandon.
"Believe me, we weren't gonna ask," Clay joked. "By this point, I'm out of anything interesting to bring up."
Drayden muttered, "I'll say..."
"Oh hush."
"I'm sure that's not true," Elesa commented.
"No it is," Burgh started before getting distracted. He leaned closer, squinting at the table across from him and snorted. "Oh, would you look at that? Shauntal is trying to play footsie with Grimsley but she keeps accidentally hitting his ankle monitor."
She threw him a look. "Do I even wanna ask?"
"Yes!" Burgh excitedly said at the same time that Skyla said a hard, "No."
"Come on," he whined, "It's funny!"
"To you."
"And my opinion matters most," Burgh boasted, hand splayed against his chest and chin raised.
"You keep believing that, son," Drayden leaned over to pat him on the back.
Digging into her serving, Elesa took a moment to glance around at all of their peers. She watched the way that Cheren offered Bianca a chocolate-covered strawberry from his fork, with Roxie teasing him off to the side for doing so. The two childhood friends made for a cute pair, even if their third was absent. It was also funny to see Hawes take a page out of their book and offer Lenora a similar gesture. Elesa was just glad to find that all of their peers were enjoying themselves, an orchestra of laughter and chattering filling the ball room.
"Alright, I'm gonna pop over and give my fellow facility bosses a quick visit," Clay announced as he pushed out his chair with a throaty grunt. "Be back in just a few."
"Saving them from Benga, are you?" Skyla teased.
"Now, I wouldn't say that—" As if to prove her point, the animated boy rose from his seat and clapped his hands down onto the table, rocking it toward his side and jostling all of the dishware seated on the white cloth. Ingo rushed to grab his wine glass before it could tip over and spill, only beaten by Emmet who was just as frantic to make the catch. Leading to the both of them gripping onto the neck like a lifeline.
With just a touch of frantic energy, Clay switched tracks and said, "Yep, that's exactly what I'm doing. Excuse me now ladies, gents."
"I almost feel bad for them," Elesa commented as she watched Ingo and Emmet perk up at the sight of their fellow adult joining the table.
"I don't." Skyla snickered when Benga cajoled Clay into sitting down with them. "Serves them right for being hoity-toity about their facilities. You know, if I wanted to, I could totally make a plane based battle facility."
Leaning over from the nearby table, revealing that he had been eavesdropping unabashedly, Marlon pointed out, "Skyla, man, I love you, but if you're already having trouble designing a safe aero gym what makes you think that you could get the license to make a facility."
"Hey!"
"It's a shame that the other bosses couldn't make it," Drayden wiped at his mouth with his napkin, interrupting Skyla before her and the head of their party could bicker. "I'm sure that neither of those two expected that their only company would be a young man decades younger than them."
"Were they all too busy?" Skyla asked curiously, attention stolen from Marlon who shot a thankful look at the older leader. Elesa joined her in wondering, albeit silently, as she wasn't familiar at all with the staff at the Black Tower and White Treehollow facilities.
"I heard they wanted to spend the break with their families," Burgh chimed in. They glanced at Drayden who confirmed with a nod of his head that Burgh was telling the truth.
"Oh! Yeah, that's understandable," Skyla said after swallowing a bite of her make-shift breakfast sandwich. "I plan to see my folks after so we can go out for dinner, so no round two for me."
"I might go and get an omelet just for the novelty of it," Burgh shrugged. "My canvas is full but my stomach is not."
"Burgh quick," Skyla placed her elbows on the table and leered at him. "State your omelet toppings— go."
"Mushrooms, ham, and Unovan cheese, next question."
"Ewww," she cringed. "Mushrooms? The ham and Unovan cheese I get, but not with that third component."
"Hey! You don't see me judging that monstrosity you call a sandwich!" Burgh pointed at her plate.
"What's wrong with it?" Skyla asked, indignant.
"For starters, you put marshmallow sweet potatoes on top of bacon and scrambled eggs," he crossed his arms.
"It's good!" Skyla looked at Elesa for assistance, but she put a piece of melon in her mouth to avoid speaking. "Try it!"
"No thanks, I'm good," Burgh pushed away from the table and pointed at the omelet stand. "I'll be on my way now, au revoir!"
She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, "Coward!"
Muffling a laugh into her hand, Elesa spoke from her heart when she said, "I love that we're able to get together like this, year after year. It's not often that all of us can get together outside of work related meetings after all."
"Yeah," Skyla leaned back in her seat. "I know I tease, a lot , but when we're kept holed up in our gyms it can be hard to remember that we have this amazing community right at our doorstep."
Drayden crossed his arms and nodded, "Indeed. And it serves as a marker for our growth during the year." He looked over at his ward, a proud glint in his eyes.
"Plus," Elesa smiled over her glass of water, "The food is a nice bonus."
Raising her glass of orange juice, Skyla cheered, "Plus, plus! Our money is going to a good cause for once instead of just going to taxes for potholes that will allegedly get filled."
"Is that a dig at me, Skyla?" Drayden grumbled.
"I dunno, are you my mayor?"
Unable to help herself, Elesa tilted her head back and guffawed. Skyla sputtered for a second but ultimately joined her while Drayden shook his head— yet, he couldn't hide his smile behind his beard from Elesa's keen eyes. Burgh joined them not a minute after, and while he wasn't entirely sure what they were laughing about— having missed Skyla's nonsense— that didn't stop him from rolling his eyes affectionately.
The rest of the brunch was a sweeping wave of breaking bread, commiserating over particularly harsh battle losses during the year but also celebrating victorious wins with a sharp clink of champagne glasses. And it wasn't long before groups started to leave the ballroom in order to check out the exhibits but the unified Unovan League stuck together, waiting for the slowest eaters to shovel the last bit of casserole into their mouth before jumping to their feet.
Even though they had walked through the exhibits hundreds of times before, none of them went home early. Bianca held onto Cheren's arm and excitedly shook it when they watched a show of dancing Vanillite with Brycen who gave an enthusiastic roar of applause when the Pokémon troupe performed their bows. Marlon brought Roxie along to talk to some of the caretakers, while some of the more experienced leaders idly chatted.
As for her, Elesa was more than content to trail behind her loved ones. She let Skyla drag her to exhibit after exhibit, a blue glow awash her face and lighting up those sky-blue eyes that she adored. When Clay finally escaped Benga's attention when he sought out his grandfather, followed by two exhausted Subway Bosses who quickly announced their goodbyes, he slotted easily amongst their small group once more. He took his time to read the placards with information that he could have recited from memory by now, quiet but relaxed after escaping the mess he technically sowed.
Drayden on the other hand was soon joined by an over-eager Iris who wanted to show him the Sharpedo pool, claiming that Grimsley was boring her with his 'gushing' over the creatures.
Not a soul amongst their entire party was left alone for too long, and once they did their rounds throughout the aquarium only then did they start to depart. Those with prior commitments left first, hugging and deploying kisses before separating from the group.
By the time that Elesa was bracing against the cold once more, the sky was a brilliant orange gradient on the horizon. Ahead of her were her friends, her family even. Laughing, playing, thriving all together.
For just a moment she stopped by the marbled water fountain that was situated in the wide courtyard. It was far too cold for any water to not freeze, so it was turned off until the warm weather was welcomed by spring. That didn't stop her from approaching, gloved hands falling flat on the stone as she glanced up at the statue of a Samurott with its snout pointed upwards and the surrounding Dewott and Oshawott at its side.
It would have been too childish— and a hassle on the staff's part— for her to open her coin purse and throw a Poké into the drained fountain for a measly wish. She knew this, but still Elesa got one out to press against her lips.
She whispered a quick ask for good fortune, sent out into the universe— For a year of great battling and for the continued safety and ensured happiness of all her loved ones.
And when Elesa left, it was with an assurance that she would come see that fountain again next year and leave yet another coin on the wall with even greater memories to treasure.
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dav1thy · 5 months
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Let's do things differently this time... Like, so differently.
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Artist commentary below the line:
I had decided going in that I wanted multiple spidersonas, each depicted in the same style as their original artists. Really go for the "Anyone can be behind the mask vibe".
I mainly picked friends, but there were a few other artists that I wanted to pick out, because their art just stood out for me.
I think teapuppp's panel was what really compelled me to try and "preserve the style". Also, while it may look like I took screencaps of the original pieces or maybe even lifted the drawings from them, I actually redrew some of the sketches of other artists, while adding a "twist". I had to look at a lot of other artist's art to try and even mimic a fraction of their style.
Did you know, you can't dm anyone anymore if they don't follow you?? I did my best to reach out to the artists I actually closely redrew from, but also made sure to keep the redraws not exactly the same. No tracing was done here, just heavily referenced!
I wanted to make sure it was clear what was redrawn from whom, who I referenced art from, and whose art I was able to use. To break that down, whatever I redrew is labeled such, whoever let me use their art is labeled with "art by" and whoever I referenced their style from, it's simply labeled with their handle!
I actually had at least 90% of this project complete by the end of September, but a week long vacation trip slowed my pace to a halt and I just didn't fully pick it back up again till recently. Kept feeling the weight of personal expectations and not living up to them 😒😒
In general, I wanted this to be a love letter to the spider-man mythos and the character, the idea that no matter what knocks him down, he would always get back up. Even if its a canon event, he'd never back down to the challenge. I hope I got that across!
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