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quinn-pop · 2 months

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yet another oc that only exists because i wanted to write something very specific

(middle is a little older, hence her scar healing. i like to think she gets a glass eye at some point)

anyway this is mira! (they/she) since that wip is almost 20k words and counting i won’t give away too much but long story short she’s the result of meta going “one last time, i promise” and adopting yet another kid

also galaxia kinda indirectly picked the name :)

i’ve mentioned before that i headcanon that pretty much all astrals are autistic and this is just kinda an extension of that. whereas meta tends to suppress his emotions and conform to others, mira…doesn’t. she gets uncomfortable and upset and lashes out at people easily, and working through their emotions is no small task.

the main reason i chose to write them that way was for the sake of narrative but i’ve grown attached to it because there’s a lot of ideas there i’d like to explore. stuff about navigating emotions and relationships when existing is so suffocatingly uncomfortable. it’s not something i could center around Kirby himself, but i think it makes sense with a post character development meta knight.

they are very loved (omg oldee cameo???)

kirby was definitely very excited to have younger siblings after being used to being the youngest in the room for so long!! (with the like. one and only exception being gooey.) he’s super affectionate with both of them and wants to have a close relationship one day, but for now mira is pretty unappreciative of that fact lol. they don’t like being pestered for hugs

everyone else is okay tho

(i know that’s hard to read. oops. “obvious bite marks”. siblings being siblings.)

mira also has a very love/hate relationship with the egg kid, being so close in age they kinda Have to get along but in typical sibling nature they also fight a lot. sure it’s probably rough for a while but i think in the end they’d be good buddies. maybe not as close as Kirby and Bandee but still.

anyway i have a lot of thoughts and am very busy but. i’m really enjoying writing about all this lately it’s been fun ^^

#I picked a name and then proceeded to write a comic in pen in which i used that name and posted it #and only after all that did i learn that mira is becoming a very popular name. which i generally avoid #but oh well. it’s stuck #im gonna be completely honest a lot of how i pick names for characters is based off of how many puns i can make out of it #im sorry to disappoint you with that information /j #kirbyposting #my art or something #meta knight #kirby #king dedede #metadede #Kirby oc #semi future au #I swear i’ll introduce oldee one day im just bad at having drawing ideas #also trying very hard to not make self deprecating comments over some of this art cause i just. don’t really want to spend forever redrawing #stuff anymore. like I used to do for a lot of these posts. It’s whatever #anyway kinda a part two to yesterday’s post (as in: I made sure they were both ready at the same time so i could queue them together lol)#weirdly enough this isn’t all that different from my dmk interpretation #i can’t really decide what color she is either #part of me wants to say bright blue red eyes because i think that would look absolutely sick but that seems like a bit too much blue #all things considered #maybe bright yellow blue eyes idk ill figure it out later (maybe)

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goldenimpact · 2 years

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So I just thought of a modern AU where Xiao is an idol who is actually very introverted and is often stressed since he’s famous, and Aether is his best friend who is his emotional support and is head over heels for him but doesn’t say anything because he thinks Xiao only sees him as a therapist friend (maybe he used to have bad friends?), yet Xiao also loves Aether yet doesn’t say anything because because he thinks that the love Aether has for him is very platonic. Sorry if it’s long ;w;

AETHER IS HIS BEST FRIEND?? Aether is his best friend... why... how... Are they childhood friends?? Did they know eachother in school??? Did Aether briefly work as staff or something???? Did they have a one-time chance encounter and exchanged numbers due to circumstances that eventually developed into their super tight bond (and super falling for one another)?!?!?! I HAVE TO KNOW PLEASE I NEED THIS CRUCIAL INFO

Eh??? HAH??????? THEY’RE BOTH IN LOVE BUT BOTH THINK IT’S UNREQUITED?? That’s incredible thank you for my life. I want to see this... I want to see their dynamic in motion...

(under the cut: i talk a bunch about what-ifs and tryin to expand on this idea! yeah it’s just me rambling)

Xiao’s probably some edgy cool type of idol... Slap on his usual angsty backstory into idol context and maybe it’ll turn into like... He used to be in a five-person unit with the other Yakshas but they either quit being idols or died or any other sort of reason (not important) and now he’s a solo idol... and it’s wearing down on him, being alone on the stage, but he’s continuing his idol activities out of a sense of obligation to his fans and to his former unit members...

Like, he’s still perfectly healthy and able to continue being an idol, so he doesn’t have any legitimate reason to quit (in his mind), especially when his other unit members probably really want to continue as idols but it became literally impossible for them... So Xiao can’t quit because severe mental fatigue and stress isn’t enough of a justification to him since he’s dumb like that. Whatever, edgelord. Suffer.

Aether... why is he friends with an idol... why isn’t AETHER an idol.. I mean, there’s always the alternative of Aether being a former idol or dabbled in the business when he was a kid or something and quit as he grew up... That would probably give him more grounds to advise Xiao with maybe??? Also kid idol Aether means he could’ve potentially been Xiao’s initial motivation for wanting to be an idol/thinking idols were incredible...

Oh my god... the emotional investment Xiao would already have in Aether... AND THAT’S WHY HE’D WANT TO MAINTAIN CONTACT WITH AETHER ONCE THEY MET EACHOTHER... AETHER IS HIS ROLE MODEL IDOL... And even though Aether retired, Aether still continues to be Xiao’s idol... Oh my god..................

And Xiao thinks Aether is so incredible and amazing even after retiring that it continues to elevate his image of what a Top Idol should be... Aether trying to help Xiao realize his own charms as a performer by being his fan... and helping Xiao think about what he really wants to do with his life by hanging out like normal boyfriends sometimes...

ANYWAYS THEY LOVE EACHOTHER LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT.. Xiao went from Aether’s biggest fan to his best friend to wanting to kiss him, that’s so damn wild... Aether lent Xiao a listening ear, slowly learned how stubborn and hardworking he is, and fell for this hot mess of an idol just like that...

And now they’re stuck in this stalemate of loving eachother to bits yet unable to convey it directly, instead just trying to get as much as they can under the pretense of “best friends”........... WHEN DOES THE DAM BREAK... WHEN DO THEY.... DO A KISSY.................... OFFICER PLEASE...... I GOTTA KNOW.....

#xiaoaether #xiaother #xiao x aether #xiaether #魈空 #xiao #aether #anonymous #sobs thank you for sending this in i live another day thanks to you #ALWAYS SEND IN YOUR AU THOUGHTS AND SCENARIO THOUGHTS OR JUST XIAOAETHER THOUGHTS IN GENERAL #thank you.... thank you............. sobs #don't let how much i talk bout xiao in this post fool you i am exclusively an aether fan #things of note: their phone cases are indeed picked with the other person in mind #things of note: xiao's name for aether on his phone is indeed Sunshine

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drowsystarlight · 2 years

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soul eater doodle dump part 2 ft. nothing but deathstar (the ship, and the kid) yuh

#soul eater #death the kid x blackstar #blackstar #deathstar #kidstar #growth and maturity is deciding to tag both ship names #instead of picking Just One #also yay to the deathstar kid i made forever ago #he's named Hoshine which is . its literally just Deathstar lmao #these two ?? name creative ??? they're literally named Death the Kid and Black star . they know NOTHING abt naming things #ANYWAY that kid is a next gen and i made lore for that next gen lmao #ofc blackstar is dead in it #i love generating angst :) fuck yall #neeks draws

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quortknee · 6 months

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some of my durges heehee some of my tavs: [part 1] [part 2]

#HIII dont read the tags if you dislike talks of extreme violence OR murder OR torture OR cannibalism OR just general bhaalist activities lol #if u do read the tags though llol hiiiii sorry for the ramble but erm. enjoy ig #something ive done with all my durge playthroughs is have orin take a trophy from each of their bodies in some way.#in this case; casimir's horns and carrion's right eye #she took casimir's horns and capped them in gold as a slight #before da lobotomy cas said the way shed kill herself after murdering the world was to forge herself a crown of gold from her own horns #cas wanted to be king of the murdered world in the name of her father. therefore crown. yeag #“crown” as in she would pour molten gold over her horns and let it drip down and boil her alive before she joined murder dad in death #so thats exactly what orin took from her #she made her horns into a golden crown then took it from her by cutting them off #in my head orin made the crown of horns wearable and would wear it during their duel #carrion's trophy situation is different from casimir's #carrion's name pre-orin lobotomy is still unknown to her #carrion was just the first thing she remembered when she woke back up after everything #all because orin called her that while torturing her #orin picked at her body like it was carrion and she was a vulture. she plucked out her eye and cut her open and ate her flesh and innards.#and when carrion finally remembered this she decided to keep the name and wear it with pride #as she would the the world's final piece of carrion #made to be the final rotten meal for her father to supp on after the world dies by her hand #she would be the carcass that houses the world. a true gift of flesh and murder only for her father #ALSO orin kept carrion's eye in a jar on her desk to look at fondly while doing her creative writing or whatever idk.#after carrion killed orin and found her eye she ate it lmfao #ok that’s all bye :3 #my art #my durges #bg3 #bg3 art #artists on tumblr #baldurs gate 3 #dark urge

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synthshenanigans · 10 months

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#i think theres at least one person in the discord that goes by Chonny actually #but i cant remember #also i know juno would technically be TH related but eh #thats not why yall picked it/lh #i technically didnt pick it BECAUSE of CJ/TH but i just liked the name in general so i picked it #trans ppl and their addiction to picking a name from their interest smh #its me im trans ppl #can you guess where the name kris came from #wait a minute i just realized if i spelled it chris i would just be cj what #cj² #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium

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oceandiagonale · 2 years

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try to remember (and if you remember, then follow)

#oceandi arts #pla run #generic protagonist #ingo #swearing #noodle the typhlosion #rotom phone #white #yes I threw ingo into the story early I want to draw him #sjhfskdj I hope nobody minds but when I met him in game all I wanted to do was tell him about himself so this works by proxy #also did gene swap his warm overcoat for his normal champion overshirt just for a battle? absolutely.#battling is also about the drama the showmanship the routine #OH also twitter picked the bros' last name in a poll #AH also I'll have to say this from now on but :(#blankshippers either block me or don't interact at all #edit: changed 2017 to 2012 #warden ingo

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suddencolds · 1 year

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Fool Me Twice | [1/?]

Original fic ft. my OCs! To be honest, l’m a little nervous about posting this—I’ve never posted anything with my OCs on here before—but I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope it’s interesting to someone :’)

I envision this to be the first (chronologically) in their series, so no context needed!

Summary: Yves needs a date to the party, and Vincent seems happy to play the part, for better or for worse. But a last-minute cold throws a wrench in their plans. - (ft. fake dating, heartbreak, a New Year’s party, and a cold)

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Yves tries to be the bigger person about it, really.

He has every intention of never contacting Erika again. He thinks he never wants to speak to her again, and he certainly has no intention of doing anything in retaliation. Not that she would care if he tried. He tells himself he’ll take all of it in stride—the cheating, the breakup, her immediate engagement with Brendon—and never speak to her again.

The problem is that he and Erika were friends before they dated. The problem, really, is that they both know Margot, who’s throwing an end-of-the-year party—an annual occasion, and one which he promised her months back he would attend—and Erika is, without a doubt, going to be there with the very person she left him for.

The problem is, Margot knows he’s in town. He could take the easy way out—say he’s been called away last minute for some cousin’s wedding in Europe—and tell her he isn’t attending, and he’s half considering it when Erika texts him.

E: what are you thinking of getting for margot?

Yves thinks of ten responses to that, which do not exclude please do not ever contact me again and I’m definitely not going to the party if you are. Instead, he shuts his phone off, takes a run around the neighborhood, showers, makes breakfast. Then, against all better judgment, he texts her back.

Y: nice try. can’t have you stealing my idea

And he knows he should leave it. He knows that if he doesn’t show up to the party, everything will be fine, even if it means that Erika will get to tell her side of the story—frame her own infidelity in such skewed, oversimplifying terms that it will seem perfectly reasonable, and maybe even shift some of the blame to Yves in the process—to practically everyone he’d spoken to in university. It will be for the better.

But part of him is bitter. Part of him wants to show up to the party and show her just how fine he is, just how little he needs her. Part of him wants to show her that he hasn’t thought about her at all since the breakup. That he’s doing perfectly fine without her—or, better yet, that he’s better off now; even more ludicrously, that their breakup was one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.

It wasn’t. It isn’t. He misses her more than he’d like to admit. But he can’t help but think it would be nice to even out the score, for once, after everything she’s put him through.

It’s that train of thought that leads him to… well, drastic measures.

“I can’t believe the year’s almost over,” he says, at work, to Vincent Gates, in the break room. “It really felt like it dragged at the start.” this, he thinks, is probably not a relatable sentiment to Vincent Gates, who probably keeps impeccable track of time, but at least it’s a half-decent setup to the next question he’s planning to ask: “are you going anywhere for the holidays?”

Vincent has been his coworker for almost a year now—ever since Yves started working with Evertech Solutions.

And Vincent is good at his job, as far as Yves can see. He minds his own business, and—as Yves had told Erika when they were still dating—he “looks like the kind of person they hire for photoshoots.” He’s attractive in a natural, boyish sort of way—he has soft, feathery dark hair that hangs just short of his eyes; high, angular cheekbones, and a decent jawline. He wears glasses with wiry red frames, and he almost always wears ties, and he brings the same laptop bag to work every morning.

All in all, he carries himself like someone who takes himself all too seriously. And, most importantly, Erika has heard of him.

“I don’t have anything planned,” Vincent says.

“Great,” Yves says. Here goes nothing. “One of my friends is throwing a New Year’s party, and I was wondering if you’d—”

“I’m not interested.”

Really, it’s not as though Yves hadn’t expected this.

“Okay,” he says evenly. “Not a fan of parties?”

“Not exactly,” Vincent says, which is Yves’s cue to take his coffee and get out of here before this gets any more awkward. Except, then he adds, “I mean, if your friend was desperate enough to have you soliciting your coworkers…”

Yves blinks. “I’m not allowed to invite my coworkers?”

Vincent shrugs. “We don’t know each other very well. If you’re asking me, I assume you’ve already asked half the office.”

“I haven’t.” he hadn’t intended to explain himself—or any part of this situation, really—unless Vincent had said yes. But now, he thinks, leaving things on this note would probably come across as some sort of clumsy proposition. Better to clarify while he still can. “It’s not really that sizeable of a party.”

“So,” Vincent says.

“So,” Yves clears his throat. “If i’m being really honest here, my ex is going to be there. At the party, I mean, with the guy she cheated on me with like, half a year ago, whom she’s currently dating. So I wanted to find someone to go with too. And you’re right—this is probably the worst place in the world to be looking for a plus one. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“And you’re asking me because?”

She knows you, he doesn’t say. “You didn’t seem like the type of person who would make a big deal out of it,” he reasons instead, with a shrug, which isn’t untrue. “That’s all. Forget I asked.” he swipes his coffee mug from the counter, turns to leave.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Vincent says.

Yves doesn’t turn around. Swallows down the faintest semblance of hope that those words stir in his chest. “What?”

“Like I said, parties aren’t my scene. But if one of us is getting something out of this, I would be fine with it.”

“Oh.” This is better news than expected. He doesn’t manage to hide his surprise. “Great. You’re a lifesaver, Vincent. I’ll give you my number so we can coordinate?”

—

Vincent texts him later that night.

V: Do you think your ex will ask me about you?

It’s not out of the question: if they’re going to pretend to be dating, Vincent is going to need much more context than what he’s presumably picked up from their limited interactions in the office. So Yves spends the weekend getting Vincent up to speed:

His ex’s name is Erika, they dated for two years before he caught her making out with a colleague at a party he wasn’t invited to, she hadn’t had the courtesy to pretend to be remorseful when he confronted her about it. (“It wouldn’t have been any more forgivable if she were remorseful about it,” Vincent says over lunch, which Yves guesses is technically true, even if it doesn’t feel that way). When they’d broken up, he’d never wanted to talk to her again. But they were friends before they ever dated, and half of his close friends are her friends, too. So naturally, she has her way of showing up in his life when he least wants to see her.

They’d been friends ever since their first year in university—they’d gotten close over sleepless nights at the library and pre-sunrise mornings with the rowing team (“Somehow you rowing crew doesn’t really surprise me,” Vincent says. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yves says, and Vincent laughs.)—and when she asked him out it had only felt like a natural progression, like something that had felt so right he had barely thought to question it. The worst part of all of it is that he would’ve been more than happy to give her the benefit of the doubt. He would’ve been ready to forgive her, to dismiss the entire incident as a decision she’d been too drunk to think clearly about, and move on from it. (To this admission, Vincent frowns in a manner which Yves thinks can only be disapproving, but he keeps his mouth shut.) But Erika left no room for doubt.

Then they discuss logistics: on New Year’s Eve, Yves will pick Vincent up at seven and drive them both to the party. They’ll tell everyone that they met at work and that they’ve been together since august. They’ll say that they’re keeping the relationship an open secret between themselves and their friends, so that it doesn’t complicate things unnecessarily at work. Yves won’t drink, in part because he’s driving and in part because drunk Yves can be a little too honest for his own good, but Vincent can. Yves cares about catching up with Margot. Yves does not care about catching up with Erika. There will be maybe thirty people there, and there will probably be fireworks. They’ll stay for dinner, but they can both leave before midnight if Vincent has family or friends he wants to call.

All in all, by the time Yves goes home for winter break, it seems like things are all set to go smoothly.

That is, until he wakes up three days before the party with a twinge in his throat.

It’s nothing he can’t sleep off, he tells himself. He’s just tired—he’s been busy getting everyone gifts for Christmas and New Year’s and getting them delivered; having dinner with Leon, his younger brother, and Victoire, his younger sister; helping his neighbors set up their Christmas tree; running errands for the Miss Elodie, the old lady who lives across the street; helping Mikhail, his roommate from college, with moving in. He just needs a proper night’s rest, or maybe two. No need to text Vincent about it if this turns out to be nothing.

But the twinge in his throat turns into a terrible sore throat, which gets worse, not better, until it hurts to swallow anything aside from hot tea. He wakes up on the second day congested, with a tickle in his nose so intense that he has barely any warning before he’s jerking forward with a loud, miserable sneeze.

He texts Margot first:

Y: think i’m coming down with a cold. do you still want me to go?

—to which she responds,

M: PLEASE COME

M: (if you’re feeling up to it?)

Y: i feel fine

Y: just don’t want to pass it on if i’m contagious 🤧

M: it’s about to be 2017, live a little

M: would rather have you here and catch your cold personally then have you skip

Y: haha okay, i’ll take some dayquil

Then he texts Vincent:

Y: i think i have a cold

Y: i’m sorry, i know it’s shitty timing. i totally get it if you’d rather not go w me

Y: just let me know

Vincent doesn’t respond immediately. Yves takes a seat on the couch, sets the tissue box down beside him, and tries to mentally prepare himself for showing up alone. On second thought, maybe he’ll have to drink, within reason, to get through the night. To put up a convincing enough act that he’s doing fine. To see Erika again—with Brendon, probably—and pretend he doesn’t miss her at all. To—

V: Do you need anything?

Yves blinks down at the screen. It’s not the response he expects.

Y: thanks for asking :) i’m good Y: just don’t want to get you sick

V: I’m not worried about that at all

V: I have a pretty good immune system

That seems like it could be true. Yves doesn’t think he’s ever seen Vincent take a sick day, much less show up to work looking anything less than healthy.

V: Just tell me if you’re not feeling up to it?

Y: okay

Y: i’m definitely going to go

Y: are you sure you’re okay w this? i would feel really bad if you caught my cold

V: Not going to happen. See you tomorrow at 7

Yves sets his phone down beside him, tilts his head back onto the couch, and shuts his eyes. They’re really doing this.

[ Part 2 ]

#snz fic #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz kink #snz #these two characters didn't exist until yesterday night when i picked names out of a randomly generated list #and then stayed up until 5 writing the first half of this #i realize a lot of this is tropey/cliche but #i can't remember the last time i had so much fun writing something :')#i think this is like very obviously self indulgent and it's just going to get worse #my fic #yvverse

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