#the gender envy was so powerful I had to draw him

[infernal-house-demon]

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#my art #back at it again with another ofmd piece #the gender envy was so powerful I had to draw him #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death fanart #Blackbeard #ed teach #this was just a quick one but I still like it

[sweetkiitsunez]

HI I'M THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THE RECENT SMUT, IF U WANNA MAKE IT PUBLIC UR GONNA HAVE TO POST IT AGAIN I THINK, I SEARCHED IT UP AND I DON'T THINK U CAN MAKE IT PUBLIC, I'M SO SAURI

PLS TELL ME U HAVE A COPY OF IT

❞𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 - synopsis: being sandwiched by two kings

❞warning: nsfw content (18+) + sub!Gender neutral!reader + threesome + dacryphilia + double penetration + degradation and praising + Dom!Lucifer and Dom!Levithan + unprotective sex + size kink (?) + deepthroat + creampies + dubxon(?) + errors + being slap by Levithan

a/n: repost bcs I literally had a major panic attack when my smut was accidentally privated anyway!! problem fixed!! now I can relax now _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _

"ngh...ah...ah..." the sound of moans coming from your mouth as you're being sandwiched by two kings. King of Pride, Lucifer is holding your thighs as he is licking your tears. King of Envy, Levithan is thrusting his hips destroying your hole. Your back is leaning on Lucifer's chest as he opens your legs wider for Levithan to thrust.

You don't remember how you got yourself into this mess. You remember being cornered by two powerful kings and then your clothes are gone or ripped into shreds.

"Fuck... you're tight..." the King of Envy groans as he thrust his cock inside your hole. He has gone into a quicker and faster pace. In and out of your hole

"Hmm... look Solomon of Descendant. You're doing good..." Lucifer praised as his sharp black fingernails poked your cheeks, so he could taste your tears. You could feel Lucifer's crotch rising from his pants. Levithan is the only person that is fucking your hole.

"Ngh... s-slow down. N-ngh, a-ah! ah!" You moaned as you placed your hand on his chest, groping his right chest as he let out a husky moan.

You can feel the tip of Levithan's cock hitting your g-spot as you couldn't help letting out a loud cry, although that makes Lucifer ten times more excited to hear your cries. His crotch raised as it hit your buttocks.

"Hmph, you're... ngh, sensitive, slut..." Levithan scoffs as he slowly pulls out his cock halfway into your hole. Hearing your whiny cries makes Lucifer hard. He loves hearing your cries and your moans. It sounds like music to his ears. He wants to know how does your insides feel like? Is it tight...?

"Let's not bully, Solomon of Descendant, Levithan," Lucifer said as he leaned his chin on your right shoulder. While the tip of his fingernails drawing circles on your perky nipples as your body trembles.

Levithan made a scrawl look on his face. His jealousy is slowly hitting him as he gives Lucifer an intense stare. You're already worn out for some reason.

"Let's share our little Solomon of Descendant, King Levithan, how about that?" Lucifer wraps his arms around your naked waist as he looks at Levithan. Of course, the King of Envy wants you, all for himself. He hates sharing with other Kings or other Noble Demons. Lucifer seems to see his hint of jealousy as he gropes your chest, twists and pulls your nipples and you let out a squeal. Your head is leaning against Lucifer's shoulder as your eyes roll back to your skull as you stick your tongue out.

"Hmph, I would like to see you try..." Levithan gives Lucifer the same scrawling look. He doesn't want to give up on you for Lucifer nor want to share with others. Does sound like a challenge to him. He would love to see your fuck face with his cum all over your face and insides.

"Your tongue is truly extraordinary..." He lifts your chin and his thumbs open your mouth as he rubs his thumb on your tongue. You look amazing when your dazed eyes look at his cold ones. "Open your mouth for me, slut."

You could tell that Lucifer and Levithan were switching positions and you were onto all four positions. You were immediately been slapped in the face by Levithan's angry dick in front of your face. Slender and beautiful... there's his pre-cum appearing on the tip of his cock. So delicious... your jaw trembled as you opened your mouth wide for him, just like Levithan requested. You could feel Lucifer's sharp nails holding onto your hips. You shift your gaze to Lucifer...

Your eyes widen when you see his size compared to Mammon. There's no way that "thing" will fit into your hole! He will break you apart!

"T-Too big, Lucifer!" You cried. "Y-You're gonna break me apart!"

"Stay still, don't move your hips, love..." Lucifer's soft words spoke. The tip of his large cock kisses your walls as you let out a closed whine.

Levithan doesn't seem to like it when your attention is focused on Lucifer. He grips your hair as he shoved his whole length into your mouth, completely deepthroating you as you gag and choke on his cock. He loved your fucked facial expression as he grips your hair hard enough to pull some strands. He let out a pornographic groan as his whole length is into your mouth down to your throat.

"Your mouth... oh... it's warm..." Levithan groans as he leans his head back.

"I'm putting it in, Solomon..." Lucifer leaned in as he whispered into your ear. He isn't rough like Levithan as he gently pushed his length through your walls and into your insides. Your eyes roll back in your skull as he is inside your hole. Oh god... he is big...

"You're tight... ah... be good for me, okay?" Lucifer chuckles as he rubs your bums.

Levithan is busy fucking your mouth as you couldn't answer Lucifer. The sound of your gag and choke and Levithan's moans as he is deepthroating your throat. Lucifer seems gentle as he moves his hips against yours. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot every time he moves. It's good... It feels so good..

However, it didn't last long as Lucifer is starting to pick up the pace as he roughly fucking your hole. Levithan takes it as a challenge as he continues to deepthroat your mouth at a faster pace. Your jaw feels so sore. Lucifer continues to stretch your walls as he continues to ram your insides.

"F-fuck... you're taking me so well, slut..." Levithan groans as his dazed eyes look into yours. He is covered in sweats and his cheeks are flustered soft red. Lucifer is loving this... you're so much smaller than him. He wants to eat you... or take you away from Levithan and continue to destroy your hole.

"J-Just a little more..." Lucifer mumbled. "Ah... Look how good you take it."

Levithan let out a scoff as he gave Lucifer the coldest glare. He is praising them? How pathetic... You are just a slut for him. A good cumdump or a fuck toy where Levithan can, "hang" you.

"U-ugh! Mm-! Aah-!" Levithan could feel his orgasm was reaching. Your teary eyes... too bad that Lucifer couldn't see it as he is behind you. He just wipes it with his black gloves. "Fuck... your throat... A-ah! Mm...! I-I'm cumming... be still s-slut!" He let out a heavy moan as he thrust his hips into your mouth.

"I'm cumming... Aah... nngh! God, you're so tight..." Lucifer lets out a shaky moan as he continues to thrust his hips against yours. The sound continues to thrust his hips against yours. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes throughout the room. Your eyes roll back as you feel warm semen enter your body. You just let out a muffled cry as you feel Levithan's semen. Lucifer is filling you with his cum as he slowly pulls it out after his orgasm. Levithan pulls out cock out of your mouth as he harshly cup your cheeks.

"Open your mouth for me, slut." He commends with a cold, sultry voice. You slowly open your mouth as your tongue sticks out covered in his cum.

"Drink it, whore. I want it gone." He said as you closed your mouth as you swallow his cum, before showing it to him. He seems satisfied.

You're so tired all of a sudden... you wanted to close your eyes until you heard Levithan spoke up.

"I don't care if it takes all night, you will submit." You could see his eyes glowing as he met yours. You knew that you were good as dead meat.

"Aah! Nngh! O-oh god...! F-fuck! A-ah!" The sound of your high-pitched moan as you are being sandwiched by Lucifer and Levithan. You are leaning on Lucifer's chest since Levithan is still giving dirty glares at Lucifer while he fucks your hole and giving your attention away to Lucifer. He luckily gives in, since he doesn't want to deal with Levithan's envious as long he is taking you, very well. Two cocks are deeply inside you while Lucifer is supporting you as he spread and held your thighs wide while they're fucking you. You had no idea how long they had been penetrating your holes. You already feel so full... You could see your stomach bulge due to Levithan''s cock is moving in your walls.

"N-ngh!! W-wa! A-ah! M-More, please! Mmm!! Aah!!" You scream while Lucifer and Levithan are destroying you as they are thrusting roughly. Being fucked on the bed, then now you're being lifted or carried. You don't remember how many times that you had come. Your thighs are already wet, and now you're hearing loud sloppy wet noises of skin slapping.

"Did you come already? Tsk, such a whore." Levithan scoffs as he looks into your faced face. "So weak..."

"Solomon, you did so well..." You hear Lucifer whisper some praises in your ears as he leans into licks your tears. His tongue is sharp like sandpaper.

"Tsk, why are you praising them? They're such a crybaby..." He taunts Lucifer, but he doesn't seem to care as he is much more focused on your delicious tears and your cries that turned him on.

"N-nghm...! N-no more...! S-so full..." You moaned as you placed your hands on Levithan's shoulders as he held your thighs to spread it wider.

"Hmph, you seem more sensitive than usual." Levithan pointed it out as he continued to thrust his hips against you, his hand gripping harshly on your sore cheekbones to make him look into his eyes.

"Be gentle with them..." Lucifer let out a sultry groan as he continued to grind his hips against you.

You couldn't answer them as they're fucking you really good. They're so big... as if they're ready to rip you apart. Being fucked by the most beautiful demons in Hell. Your orgasm is approaching behind you. The light is so bright that you feel like your eyelids are getting heavier. You were immediately being slap on the face by Levithan with annoyed look on his face.

"Pay attention, slut." He said with a sultry voice as he pulled your face closer to his and his lips pressed against yours. Hearing your muffled moans and cries when his tongue swirls against yours.

"Hah... ngh...! L-leaving me behind, heh... ah..." Lucifer chuckled with a smirk as he leaned against your neck and gently blew your marked neck covered with bite marks and hickeys from Lucifer and Levithan. Lucifer's bite mark was the painful one, but he liked it when you cried out loud, turning him on, again. Levithan pulls away from you and leaves a trail of saliva as he ignores Lucifer's remarks. "Hmph... ngh!"

Levithan and Lucifer are close as their thrust is getting more intense. You have no idea how much you came as there is your sex liquids are now dripping from your hole onto the floor. Your legs is on Levithan's shoulders.

"You like it that much, hm?" Levithan groans as his eyes are focused on you. He felt envy for you being pressured. He is gonna come as he let out another grunt. "If you want to cum you'd better beg."

"You look good all soaking wet..." Lucifer hums as he leans forward from behind as he licks your tears. "Such a good human..."

"G-gonna c-cum...!! N-ngh!! A-ah!! Ah! pleaseplease! L-let me cum!! A-ah! Aaah!!" You babbles as you look at Levithan with a pleading look your head leaning against Lucifer's sweaty chest.

Lucifer looks at Levithan who doesn't look pleased. "Let them cum." The fallen angel said as he snuggled between your neck and shoulder.

Levithan could only roll his eyes as he let out, "Fine, let them cum... We're not stopping anyways... Ngh! Aaah...!"

Lucifer doesn't say anything as he is focusing on his orgasm and yours too. "F...fuck... you're good... cry for me. Cry for me, Solomon..." Lucifer groans hearing his heavy breathing.

You could feel cums shooting your insides as you release your orgasm and leans on Lucifer's sweaty chest, all tired. Lucifer and Levithan seem to release their orgasm when they shoot their cums in your fucked hole. Hear the panting in the room, but their cocks are still inside you as they want to keep their cums deep in your hole preventing them from spilling out.

You felt Levithan grab your arm as it shook you. His eyes is still filled with lust as if he is possessed.

"We're not done, yet Descendants of Solomon..." Levithan let out a sadistic smile. His grip is tight.

"Bare with us, Descendants of Solomon..." Lucifer places his hand on your shoulder while the other one is supporting your hips.

This is gonna be a long night...

#✧.*kiit write #what in hell is bad #what the hell is bad #what the “hell” is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb lucifer #whb #what the hell is bad smut #what the hell is bad x reader #whb smut

[botnasty]

Part two: I Heard Another Theory

Roommate!Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Summary: Bucky and his interesting theories are back once again…

Words: 1,3K words

Warnings: SMUT, ORAL (F), fluff. (Had to stop myself from putting angst at the end because that’s not what this is about unless... that’s what y’all want

Note: All mistakes are mine and please tell me if I’m missing any warnings. And also don’t be shy, if anyone wants to see more of the two just send me an ask :)

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Part One

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The moment you entered the living area of your apartment, you couldn’t help but bite your lips at the view in front of you. Here, sitting at the dining table was a Bucky wearing no shirt, all his tattoos on display, his hair messy from just waking up and wearing a pair of glasses.

He looked like a hot nerd.

Your eyes moved up and down his body as you leaned on the side of the door. The man was a beauty and you almost felt gender envy. What was also kinda annoying was that he knew he was handsome and was cocky because of it. And, that cockiness, was gonna be the death of you one day. 

Then your eyes couldn't help but notice how low his sweatpants were and you muffled a moan in your mouth. 

“Dude, I know I’m a snack, but take a picture if you want to keep looking at me.” He then looked up to  you and did a ‘sexy’ pose. You laughed.

You went to him and slapped the back of his head.“Stop being goofy.”

Bucky smiled up to you and grabbed your hips, pulling you between his parted thighs. “Don’t you know? Goofy be my middle name.” He kissed your nose then let you go, his mind going back to the drawing in front of him. 

Those little sweet gestures of his always made you confused. Ever since that day when you both went across the border of friendship and roommate to be in the lover territory, he has been more sweet to you. Kissing your forehead, your neck, cuddling you every time you both watched a movie.

You didn’t mind it, not at all, but what confused you is: you don’t know what you are? Friends who fuck? Lovers?

You sigh and open the cupboard to get a mug, you are in a deep need of coffee. As you activated the coffee machine, you hopped on the counter and waited for it to be done. You couldn’t help but watch Bucky as you did. 

“What are you drawing?” You asked him, trying to stretch your neck so you could see more of it. 

Bucky pushed his glasses back up his nose. The gesture seemed so innocent, but turned you on when you saw his muscle flexing. “Just a new tattoo.” He sighed as he pushed once again his glasses up.

“Where are you gonna put it?” You looked at the machine and cursed when the coffee still wasn’t done. 

Then, you jumped when you felt warm hands on your thighs. Your head turned at the same time as Bucky parted your legs and placed himself between them. He was still sitting on the chair, so his eyes were directly looking at your panties. Your completely ruined panties.

You gulped and bit your lips when he lifted your right leg and he placed his soft lips on your calf. “You know…” He started and you exactly knew what direction this conversation was going. “I heard this theory the other day.”

You placed your hand on his dark hair and tugged on them, making that beautiful big man groan under you. The power you had over him and the sound he could make, made your panties go even damper. “What was it about?” You breathlessly said as his mouth moved up your leg. 

You could feel everything. His mouth on your skin, leaving traces, tingly feeling after each kiss. HIs hand on your thighs, forcing them more and more appart, the more he became closer to your heated core. It was all so much, you felt like you were gonna combust at any second. 

Bucky stopped kissing for a second, making you whine and removed his glasses. “Apparently, every times you eat a woman’s pussy, your vision gets better. Wanna test it out?” He pulled up your his shirt and played with the band of your panties. Waiting for your answer. His mouth pressing kissing on your clothed core and sucking on the juice. This man was shameless and you loved it. 

You nodded, tossing your head back when he made your panties rub against your clit. “Please, please, please.” You pushed his head closer to your core. “Just do it. Test it. Just do anything, please baby.”

He groaned at your begging. “Hope you won't get mad at me for that…” You heard him mutter under his breath before he ripped your panties apart and tossed them in the room. His lips immediately going around your clit and sucking on the little nub.

You screamed out in pleasure and gripped on his hair tighter. You felt like you were floating from the pleasure you were experiencing from his tongue circling around your clit and going down to lick the shape of your labia. The man knew what he was doing.

He licked at the wetness that fell from your hole before pushing it inside of you and moving his head from side to side. As you laid down more on the counter, you couldn’t help but move your hips, to get away, it was all too much. When he slid two of his big and slender fingers inside of you, now it was your undoing. So much pleasure all at once, you couldn’t breathe properly.

Bucky placed his hand on your stomach, to stop your squirming, and, for some reason, you couldn’t help yourself but hold his hand in yours, interwinding your fingers, your other still playing with his hair. 

That made him look up to you as he sucked on your clit. You moaned, but didn’t break eye contact with his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. Suddenly, Bucky slowed down with his ministry. His lips now felt like a feather touch on your skin and his finger had slowed down, moving in and out of you in almost a loving way.

And, for some reason, even with all the confusion in your mind, this is what made you come undone on his fingers. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out when you felt that familiar rush of pleasure taking over your body and making you shake in his hold. Your cum came gushing out of your hole, sticking on his fingers and sliding down to your untouched hole.

Bucky pulled out his finger and moaned when he licked them. He then went once again down on you and licked a strip up from your ass to your clit, licking all of your wetness. “Can let it go to waste, toots.” He said on your skin as he kitty licked your hole. 

When you finally came down from your high, you pulled yourself up with the help of your elbow and played with Bucky’s hair as he drank it all, hissing from time to time at the sensitivity.

“Bucky, kiss me.” You couldn’t help but whisper to him when he finally pulled back.

“Anything for you, toots. Always.” He said as he got up from the chair and pulled you closer to him. He placed one hand around your neck, the other on your cheek and pulled you closer into a kiss. You moan when you could still taste you on his tongue.

“Think it worked?” You said in a smile. “Still need your glasses, baby?”

Bucky pecked your lips. “Well, one thing I can clearly see is your beauty.” You felt your face go into flame. “But, that’s nothing new.”

You puffed out a laugh.“You’re such a flirt, Buck.” You said, not quite believing him, thinking it’s just the post haze talking.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, rubbing up and down your side. “Just telling the truth, toots. You know I’m trustworthy.” And he pulled you in a kiss once again. 

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[worldseer]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Oh lord, top ten of ALL media I loved? Fuckin' hell. Alright, just to cheat, I'm choosing to do this in no particular order and sticking to one media because I frankly do not have the capacity to process top favorites all at once. TOP TEN OF MARVEL COMICS/MCU IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier - Heavily relate to his issues, I've been told I look like him, and overall I love his character. Been obsessed with his character for years now, and I want nothing more than for him to be happy.

Moon Knight/Mark Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Steven Grant is heavily relatable to me, and Moon Knight in general has always been interesting to me. I learned about the character before the show itself, and even his design itself draws me in. I'm a sucker when his cape makes the crescent shape too.

Ghost Rider - Nonspecific simply because all the Ghost Riders I know are badasses. If I had to be a hero/have the powers of any Marvel character, I'm choosing this one. Love the idea of the character, and wish it gets a good adaptation for film/tv show soon

Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner - Gender Envy. Also heavily relate to him because of similar issues. Consistently struggle if I want to be him or be with him.

Gambit/Remy LeBeau - I love a sarcastic man with a bit of fruitiness, and a smug ass face. Also his powers are interesting as well, and he's frankly a genius for using playing cards as his usual weapon (mass produced and several on hand).

Spider-Man - Also nonspecific, since I grew up on watching Spider-Man cartoons so I love Peter Parker, but also after ATSV I've gained an interest in Miguel O'Hara as well. Peter in the comics always has my heart however, some of the lines he has in them are iconic as hell.

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto - He's a villain I can't ever hate, and probably has the second power I'd choose if I had to choose a power from a Marvel character. I too would cause mass destruction if it meant that me and people like me would stop fucking yknow- being killed and persecuted. And bro is (usually) old as fuck as he does this, still kicking ass.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil - Once again, relate due to similar issues. Also what's more funny than a sarcastic lawyer going out to beat the shit out of criminals every night? Plus it's a bit unfair that he looks hot beat up. . . iykyk.

Wade Wilson/Deadpool - Self explanatory.

Loki Laufeyson - Similar thing to Bucky and Kurt: obsessed with character for years and a part of me wants to be them. Might have kickstarted my discovery into being nonbinary honestly now that I think about it. . .

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[unhappytimeleaper]

I love love your Eichi works, but one thing I wondered while reading through them. Why would Eichi take an interest in his darling? What kind of person would capture him? What was the start of it all? 

requested by @diarykeeper

Word Count: 1,000+

In general, I’m going to be editing my writing list here soon/making new separate posts regarding character lists, and along with that, I started working on my own yandere profiles/summary sheets that I’ve seen some other creators make for their own works. My goal is to try to eventually get what I have in my out, which is nearly all Enstars and one twisted— which isn’t bad— it’s just my list will likely be changing soon. Enstars will stay; don’t worry, though. 

P.s. if you have a character you like as a yandere and you see something like this and think, ‘Oh, they aren’t describing me at all,’ who cares? I say this with positivity. Stuff like this is meant for fun, for indulgence, and enjoyment, and while I like writing the analysis side of things, don’t take it overly serious. Enjoy the characters you like and how you want. I’m only saying this cause I had someone who said they get upset when people mischaracterize characters different from how they perceive them??

Tenshouin Eichi; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings; what? Fairly normal Eichi? No. It just doesn’t go into many detailed warnings. Overall just keep in mind this is still yandere content; mentions of jealousy and very subtle mentions of manipulation. 

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

I’d say there are three main things, and really two are more general factors in someone’s life, while one can manifest in a variety of personalities in different ways. While there are some whose specific traits in someone might drive them, Eichi comes off as more of a slow burn who becomes interested in others, not in personality but in different ways that can draw him to you, which leads to establishing a connection based on your own sense of self. 

I’ll start with the general factor since this is probably the most out of your control/lack of personality traits. For one, Eichi has always been a very jealous person. He’s envious of so many things; fundamentally, look at the start of his relationship with Wataru for proof. Eichi was jealous, envious of what Wataru could have that he didn’t, even if there was admiration underneath. Eichi ironically mentions how he wants to step down from power, from the over looming presence he has in the industry but coming from such an affluent background and being a pillar in the industry— not only as a performer but as a business executive. Everything you have, everything you do essentially can be put up in the eyes of Eichi, which gives him a lot to feel envious of. Your closeness with other idols and staff, even more, if you aren’t as involved with Fine. Eichi might not regret his actions, but if it’s so easy for you to seamlessly get along with others without the need for manipulation and control, he’d likely become more invested in you. Getting closer and, in turn, building up those key blocks that he eventually uses against you once unlocking his feelings. 

Similarly, this could be applied to other things like having closeness to your family or, in some cases, a found family; Eichi states his family is not loving. He’s even to an extent disgusted by them so openly being able to see factors of how you might have a positive relationship with people in your family; parents or siblings creates a jealousy that, for some reason, draws him in. Alternatively, a found family is no exclusion if you aren’t on or don’t have the ability to connect with your family; it’s just the compassion and love without expectation he has rooted envy of that brings him closer. 

Just consider the ideal Eichi notes of how he’s been someone who’s lived ‘standing alone’ his whole life, comparatively to someone who maybe it’s only recently, but does have strong support or foundations in others as one thing that would draw him in. You can take this for many different things as long as it’s somewhat public within the company, which would cause Eichi to get involved, which would be an easier way to get to know your personality and cause the events of his behaviors to increase. 

So that’s one way to get him close; in terms of more defining traits, Eichi isn’t someone with a bleeding heart [at least not in the sense of overtly sympathetic]. However, he does tend to have a soft spot for those who also tend to struggle with sickness or other issues. We see this in his relationship with Chiaki and Leo, people who have struggled with various forms of sickness have brought them closer. If it’s a chronic illness or some form of mental health issues— someone who gets common colds or even says something that might only affect once and awhile like allergies, Eichi instinctually finds it easier to bond with those who can have similar life experiences. 

None of this is to say he sees it as babying or that it necessarily makes you weaker. Look at him, how he’s well aware of his limitations but has turned those into his strengths. Something like this isn’t a major make or break factor, but this does lead to a much more common segway to see him and converse that would establish a bond over time to use your specific personality to interest him. 

So the last reason, as I mentioned, can manifest in different ways. What I mean is someone can be loud and brash in how they choose to handle situations they feel passionate about, just as much as someone might be quiet, logical, and reserved in their actions for the same outcome. In this case we might consider these polar opposites, so what could make both or anything in between draw in Eichi? The answer is that it’s someone with passion and a fighting spirit for what they want to see a difference in especially if this comes to the industry. 

Eichi, more than anything, mentions how he wants a playmate. He wants a challenge, someone who can counter and entertain him. I’m not sure how many people know this, but Eichi mentions how he specially worked to groom Anzu into being someone he considered a worthy enemy, someone who could challenge his structure and power ideals. It’s something that likely would continue to draw his eye, someone who he knows can fight his yandere tendencies and, despite being a partner, be a foil to his ideals. Of course, he works to always be one step ahead and have the upper hand, which is reasonably easy for him, but that doesn’t change the fact that he likes an intelligent ‘rival’. 

Being able to counter him doesn’t need to be in a specific way; someone might be much more quick to handle a challenge he throws at them or verbally be loud when calling out specific actions of his. But this doesn’t mean someone who is willing to lose or forfeit some of these challenges for a more significant victory doesn’t entice him more in either as an idea of being the counterbalance to him. As long as you have somewhat of a fighting spirit for what you think is right in the industry and within the relationship that he can shape into what he wants, then it doesn’t matter in what ways it truly shows. 

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[needlereads]

Artifice | Part 4

SoftDark! Mob!Ari x WOC!Reader

Summary: Your summer fling turns out to be mob leader Ari Levinson. He wants you for keeps. He’s also looking for revenge against your family.

Warnings: 18+ only, dub con, vaginal sex, explicit sexual content, soft!dark

Notes: This multipart fic will not be told in chronological order. It’s also set in 1950ish era mostly for the aesthetics in my mind so you’ll see some traditional gender role/family dynamic references.

Thank you for coming along this ride and piecing together the various past and present fragments as you read!

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(back then)

“Please excuse us, Mr. Levinson. I need my sister urgently.”

You tried ignoring the weight of Ari’s smug gaze upon your back, pulling Maria with you across the large, ornately lit room.

She stubbornly dug her stilettos into the floor.

You asked, “Why was he talking to you?”

“What is this nonsense?” Maria asked you. “I was having a lovely time with Ari.”

“How do you know A-- Mr. Levinson?” You stuttered. “He’s not from around here, isn’t that right?”

Your sister was clearly interested in Ari as she shared what she had learned about his background, his wealth, his lack of marital status. Under other circumstances, you would have understood, perhaps even been happy for her.

“He seems like a bit of a flirt,” you tried.

“He’s certainly charming.”

“Maria, please. He’s not a good person.”

“How would you know this?” She studied you a moment, gaze narrowed.

“I – well, I’ve heard things. There are customers who come to the restaurant…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Rumors. A powerful man cannot escape gossip and I’m sure there are plenty who envy Ari’s power.” A little smirk graced her lips. “I’m not afraid of gossip, not when I might stand at Ari Levinson’s side. I suppose then I might face some envy myself.”

Maria met your eyes once more, a perfect brow arched. She was suggesting you might envy her?

“That’s not…” You shook your head. You couldn’t let her continue to covet a spot at Ari’s side – because he was bad news for her and for your family. “Look, we barely know this man. Mother and Father might have heard of him, and they might not like you being around him either.”

This earned you a breathy laugh.

“Don’t worry. Father knows all about Ari Levinson.”

“He does?” Erich knew of Ari? Since when? How could your step-father be involved with such illicit business dealings? While you tried to formulate a question vague enough that wouldn’t disclose how much you knew, Maria raised her chin up at the server who approached you two.

“A recommendation from the gentleman in blue,” the server indicated.

You looked over. Ari raised his glass towards the two of you.

Preening, Maria sent him a sultry smirk and accepted a glass of champagne.

“No, thank you.” Indignant, you turned your back on Ari.

“They’re drawing up a business contract. So really you needn’t worry. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

You were helpless, taking in this news while Maria ambled back to the bar.

Ari and Erich were going to sign a contract? He had his clutches this deep in your family already?

You needed to think. You needed quiet and to figure out a plan of action.

You took the exit stairwell, winding down one floor when you heard a ruckus at the door to the next level. Wondering if someone was in need of help, you pulled the door open.

The next moment, you’re yanked across the hall and into a dark room.

The hand pressed to your mouth kept you from forming coherent words.

“Shh. It’s me.”

Ari.

A bare light bulb flickered on. You sagged a little, then shook your head until his hand fell from your face.

“What are you doing?” you demanded. There was little space for the two of you in this maintenance closet. Already, the heat emanating from his body overwhelmed you. How long had it been since you were alone with Ari.

No, that wasn’t important. You needed to get out, away from Ari. Away from the muscle memory that urged you sink into his arms.

It wasn’t up to you. As you backed away, you stumbled on a stack of buckets and Ari closed in around you to keep you upright – right against him.

“Ari,” you admonished. “What—"

“Wanted to see you.” He flashed that smile at you before burying his face in the side of your neck.

You squeaked, arching at the insistent prodding of his nose. His breath tickled while his beard sent shivers down your spine. “Ari, d-don’t.”

He hummed, soft kisses ghosting along your neck up to your jaw and then behind your ear. You squirmed, but he merely craned to the other side the better to greedily rub his lips to as much of you as possible, his beard an abrasive reminder of how familiar he was with your body.

He pulled a deep breath of your scent, pleasantly warm with you in his embrace.

This wasn’t right. You bit your lip hard, a reminder of the painful reality of this man.

You grumbled and pushed at him. “What do you want?”

Ari took you in, the rigid line of your lips, the disgust pooling in your eyes. He took a deep breath. It wouldn’t due to lose himself here and now, no matter how much he wanted to kiss away your discontent. He straightened up, keeping his hands on you, looking at you down his nose.

“Had a good chat with your sister?”

Glowering, you tilted your chin up, resolute. “Leave her alone.”

He gave you a sympathetic pout. “Where’s the fun in that? She was very clear in her interest to get to know me better.”

Your mouth parted in dismay. Ari couldn’t help licking his lips.

“Would that bother you?” Oh, he could see anxiety wear on your features. He wanted it to bother you. Anything to indicate you weren’t lost to him.

“You can’t!”

“Because you want to protect her? Or because you don’t want to share me?”

Again, your mouth opened and then closed, unwilling to form a response to his audacious claims.

“I don’t want you,” you gritted out.

His eyes twinkled, clearly not believing you. “We’ll see.”

Gripping the nape of your neck, Ari held you still so he could claim your lips. Hungrily, he suckled at the pillowy softness of your lips. You couldn’t breathe. You gasped, panting as he deepened the kiss and licked into your mouth.

You knew this was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be here with Ari, this man who entered each room with a mask on, who had withheld vital information from you and felt no remorse. You knew you should regret every second you had already spent with him. You knew his touch shouldn’t feel this good.

(Now)

His touch felt so good. Resistance, sanity, all was wrung from you as Ari's mouth stoked your sex with unforgiving sparks of pleasure. Digging his tongue deep in you, he groaned with relish.

You had arrived early afternoon to the beachside cottage. Passed down from Ari’s mother’s family, it was private, cozy and retaining that ageless classic touch.

You insisted on exploring the quiet streets of the nearby town, having promised your little brother gifts. In your cropped slacks and sleeveless blouse, sun already highlighting your complexion, your loveliness was unimpeded. The sea air seemed to relax you. You didn't complain as Ari held your hand at all times. It was more than his vigilance -- after all, his men kept a constant perimeter watch around you both. No, when it came to his affections, Ari had no reason to restrain himself. Especially now.

After an early dinner, you thought you might visit the market closer to the beach. You freshened up back at your private room and went to grab your wallet and instead Ari was there crowding against you.

He had promised a honeymoon – to you and to himself.

You’re breathless from Ari’s demanding kiss, all consuming and burning with how his mouth claimed yours. His weight pressed you down, fingers squeezing into your flesh to imprint the feel of you into his palms. His hands and lips eager to explore you, uninterested in worldly experiences this evening that did not involve your naked beauty unfurling under his hands.

He broke away, leaving you gasping. Large hands gripped your thighs, yanked you to the edge of the mattress. He watched you as he nudged your entrance, all slippery and puffy, with the tip of his cock. He had worked you up with his mouth and tongue til you dripped and your scent clung to his beard.

You gasped as he pushed in. With agonizing intent, he buried himself as deep as possible into you.

“Fuck. Gonna give it to you…”

His hands dug hard into the meat of your thighs, holding your lower half suspended off the mattress and spread wide for him while he fucked you hard. Loud smacks of his pelvis meeting yours, his tight balls and taut pelvis bouncing against your ass and thighs. Your whimpers and cries answering his growl, “Mine. This’s all mine.”

Your back arched at the pleasure striking your core, arching like a sinful offer that made Ari even more ravenous.  

His thick cock filled you without mercy, so much girth invading the sensitive heat in you, rubbing every pleasure spot. Your arms spread wide, grasping at the tangle of sheets with hardly any control over your own body that simply responded to the intense onslaught of desire. Ari never let up, keeping you tilted so his cock could hit that sweetest spot, blazing a fire in you until you were whining with release; your body clenched with electric delight that had you clutching one breast. The holy angles and telltale tightening of your orgasm – Ari’s vision clouded with need, savage need for more.

You milked him so tight, Ari moaned and pounded into you harder and faster. You belonged to him. He would never have enough of you. Would always hunger for the wet heat of your perfect cunt.

You quaked and panted as his relentless pace kept you on edge. The pad of a finger stroking your sensitive clit had you coming in another burst, that glorious and addicting itch scratched so maddeningly by him and only him. He snarled, unable to hold himself back. Slamming deep, his entire body tensed with how good you made him feel, his cum shooting uncontrollably, again and again, flooding you.

He panted, grinded against you, savored the extra heat of his cum gushing inside you. His seed dripped along his cock as it pumped out of you again and again, dribbling into a mess on the sheets.

His eyes drank you in, little mewls escaping your sweating body.

That night, he half-covered you, loosely spooning from behind and weighing you down with one heavy leg and an arm that stretched with yours, fingers threaded between yours – the better to fill you with his cock even as you slept.

Now that you were his in name and the two of you officially on honeymoon, Ari’s only plans involved pleasuring you and coaxing you into accepting his heart.

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#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #mob!ari levinson #soft!dark

[charmixpower]

Bloom and Stella from magic Winx to Enchantix with my inability to draw people at the same height and my refusal to draw eyes

🔥Bloom🐉

The one part of Bloom's character that I think the show should focus on more often was her obsession with magic before she knew it was real. The only good Bloom thing I can say about s4 is Bloom throwing people and the fact that she was enchanted by a unicorn. Like!! Yes!!

I wanted to really show that in her first form. It's cute! As it should be! Bc Bloom is basing it on her childhood ideas and dreams, and that energy comes back around in her Enchantix

She gains her Charmix at the end of s1 when talking to Daphne, when she stops running away and declares that she's apart of the magical dimension and won't let the Trix do this to her and her family unopposed. She does this while in a fit of rage promising revenge so her Charmix, instead of being cute like her other transformations, is a warrior outfit—which reflects her evolving thoughts on magic

"OOO I'm a fairy!! Fairy pretty...." to "holy shit people want me dead, and if I want to not die I'm going to have to fight back as hard as I can" to "I am with my friends motherfucker, and I'm confident in my skin finally! Eat shit!! I'm adorable!!!"

☀️Stella🌙

Orange to Blue to Orange and Blue all with Purple as a secondary color

Stella's magic form is unique as it has two primary colors and a secondary (Blue and Orange then purple), instead of a secondary and a tertiary (ex, Bloom has Blue, Yellow, then Green)

Stella and her dad already have somewhat of a more stable relationship in s1 bc after

Stella blew up the chem lab she and her dad had a heart to heart, and he is now more present in her life which is why her first form is semi inspired by him. Stella isn't close to her mother by any means which is why her first form is only orange w/blue eyeshadow

Stella's Charmix is gained by confronting her mother about her role in Stella's emotional neglect (Luna then taking steps to repair their relationship) and coming to terms with her moon powers which makes her outfit all blue bc it was achieved via connection to her moon side ero oops all moon

Her Enchantix is finally a balance between her two sides (which she is so happy about, she never realized how much she was hamstringing herself by only using half of her powers until Charmix) and has a mix of Orange and Blue at the fore front

(tho if her magic Winx is connected to her dad, and her Charmix is connected to her mom, she could gain her Enchantix by saving another family member....CHIMERA PROPAGANDA ON THIS BLOG)

Can you tell that Stella gives me gender envy???

I kinda hate them all except her Enchantix....brb while I re-draw her Charmix a million times

The matching with Bloom was kinda dumb now that I think about it kfnsnd

#winx club #Enchantix #magic winx #Charmix #winx stella #winx bloom #winx redesign #winx club redesign #winx club fanart #winx fanart #rus doodles

[featherfur]

I got questions about the daemon au— starting with names and what everyone’s daemon looks like? JC is a wolf, would WWX would be scare of them because is just an even scarier dog? Would that also play a part on JC self hatred?

You’ve unlocked something I can talk about forever. Please feel free to send in more questions because uh… this got long

Okay so:

Honestly, I like roasting Jiang Cheng so his daemon’s name is Camellia kinda like his dogs were named Jasmine, Princess, and Love. (Technically his parents would have named her but Zidian is literally just “purple lightning” so maybe his mom is also bad at names, just go with it) he gets to live with his bad name choices forever.

Wei Wuxian settles as a raven while young, something considered to be impressive and a sign of his intelligence, and his demon is Wei Liao, often called Liaoliao (meaning letting go, since Wuxian means to have no envies I thought it worked well). When he comes back as Mo Xuanyu, she’s in the form of his demon a crow (both for intelligence and the canon fact that they looked almost identical) but as WWX adjusts to the body she will slowly start to get bigger and take on more Raven like features but will never return to her original form due to soul damage.

Lan Wangji is a white stag, also named Wangji because any kid that names his guqin after himself should live his life reminded of it. (Also because I think it’s funny tho I am open to new names I just like roasting my favorite characters) given to him because Stags want to do two things: fuck shit up and fuck. Lan Wangji also wants to do those things.

Lan Xichen is a white doe, kind of running with the Twin Jades bit but he fits more into society (most daemons are opposite gender of their humans) then Wangji. Which on both a meta and literal way is fun for me and boi could I go into that. Currently unamed.

Nie Huaisang is a house cat, I’m thinking a very fluffy Maine Coon. Because he is very pampered and gives off a very tame aura, most people look at house cats and think about how cute and fluffy they are. They don’t really realize that cats are amongst the best hunters and utterly destructive to native environments and shouldn’t be outside without supervision because they destroy ecosystems. I thought it fit well with him, I think he started as a smaller long haired domestic and with Nie Mingjue’s death she started a steady shift into a bigger actual breed and very few noticed and the ones who did chalked it up to Nie Huaisang’s grief. Rather than his decision to fuck up the native ecosystem, ie the cultivation world.

Onto JC and his wolf problems below

I wrote a bit of meta before on my drawing’s post but essentially: Family is such a majorly important thing to Jiang Cheng that despite his daemon originally being intended to be a dog/canine of some type she instinctively shifted away from that even if it was painful.

Technically daemons do settle in the books at around 13-14 but while that’s when you hit puberty, at that point you are still very much who your parents raised you to be rather than who you will be, which is why personalities tend to differ so much between 10yr olds and their 17yr old counterpart. Personally I think they’re more likely to settle at around 17-20.

Jiang Cheng settles as a Harris’s Hawk during the war, whereas Wei Wuxian had settled earlier at Cloud Recesses. Harris’s Hawks are the only bird of prey to live in groups and be social animals, while they’re okay hunters on their own they’re much better with a team and do well for themselves. (I thought it was a good match of how JC isn’t as strong as WWX but it’s because his strengths lie in teamwork and leadership rather than genius and power)

He remains a Harris’s Hawk for a while but when Yanli dies the shock, pain, and hatred that he feels is enough to shift him and in my own words “marked the shift of ‘I will break you if you stand in my way’ from Jiang Cheng who was nervous and flustered easily like a bird to a ground predator ready to bare fangs quickly but still respectful of other ‘predators’ I.e. other sect leaders. Also brings forth the more feral nature Jiang Cheng gives into in order to protect his family.”

When Wei Wuxian returns he and Liao are ABSOLUTELY terrified of Camellia, and JC knows it. There’s no Fairy here, it’s just Camellia in the same room shouting at WWX the same questions her human is and snapping at him for all his shit. She doesn’t even have to growl, just yelling is enough to terrify him.

It causes major issues post canon when they start to reach out to each other again, WWX and Liao can’t stand to be near her so a lot of his and JC’s reunions are with Camellia… not there. Which means JC is splitting himself in half just for his brother to look at him, just to have a chance at his brother’s new life.

WWX hates it as much as JC does but no matter what he does he can’t squash the fear.

As for how does JC take it, well, I think this prior post answers it:

https://featherfur.tumblr.com/post/661884147721175040/personally-i-see-jiang-cheng-as-some-sort-of-cat

Or this one

https://featherfur.tumblr.com/post/670223241450782720/this-is-a-little-dark-but-man-the-idea-of-a-daemon

He absolutely LOATHES himself, to the point of lashing out at Camellia and she lashes out in turn. There’s a lot of blood spilled from each other over the first few months, hatred mixing with the love they’ve always had for each other. You don’t grow up hating your demon, your partner, you love them because they aren’t you as much as they are.

So it mixes and it gets violent because they can’t take their anger out on anyone else, everyone else is dead, and Jiang Cheng is happy that Wei Wuxian is dead!

But he isn’t! And Camellia knows it! But she also knows she’s the embodiment of protecting their home from Wei Wuxian.

But Jiang Cheng made a promise! He would never break it, he’ll always protect his brother from the thing he fears most, and yet here she stands as his soul and he hates her.

And he loves her.

Camellia is protection to the sect, love and affection JC feels towards them. She’s the embodiment of who he should have been, the protecter, the guardian of his home. She is a Wolf and Yunmeng Jiang Sect sees her and sees a promise to protect them. Everything Jiang Cheng stands for, everything that he is proud to be. Everything he strives to ensure is known by his disciples.

Jiang Cheng sees her and sees a broken promise to his brother, his best friend.

He hates her.

She hates him.

He loves her.

She loves him.

#danny answers #daemon au

[amagicdoctor]

In continuation of the post I made about Stephen’s experience with gender and body image, I wanted to write a short analysis on the image below.

This is a screenshot of a panel from Avengers (2018) #21 where the Avengers are relaxing in a hot tub together after work.

Now I’m going to try my best not to be a Robbie Reyes fan right now and talk about how disgusting this overall scene was. But it is important to talk about the discussion of body image that is being presented here.

As we know, the Marvel universe is made up of a bunch of hyper masculine superheroes (ignoring the fact that superhero artists draw like that on purpose). Since we’re talking about the Avengers specifically, their group is made up of mostly aliens (Capt. Marvel, Thor) and humans who’ve bodies have been altered by the awesome power of science (Hulk, Capt. America, Iron Man).

Regarding this description of the team, it’s important to look at this from Dr. Strange’s point of view: when he became an Avenger, he was a few months, maybe even about a year after being homeless and losing his former life. Post-crash, he was an alcoholic, and was heavily medicated. The use of these drugs made him lose a LOT of weight. We know this because I wrote about it in his backstory that he came to Kamar-Taj with a very thin frame. Because he is a sorcerer and mystic fitness is more of his speciality than physical fitness, Dr. Strange did not work on building fat and muscle.

Because of this, Dr. Strange grew a very toxic hatred of his own body. He didn’t feel as though he was the perfect man because his physique wasn’t “manly” enough. This view of his body often clashed with his gender dysphoria.

Taking this into account, when he finally entered the Avengers team, he was horrified when comparing himself to the other members. Dr. Strange might have been with the Avengers, but he was not like them at all. These guys had money, so they always had access to healthy food. They also kept themselves on a good workout regime. Dr. Strange saw that these guys had the ideal “superhero” body. And it wasn’t that he envied or hated them for it, he was just disappointed in his own self that he could never have a body like that again because of his medical and mental conditions.

If we look back at the image above, I’ll be nice and say that that Iron Man was simply teasing Robbie about having a shirt on in a pool. I feel as if it had been Dr. Strange, he would also wear a shirt. Dr. Strange’s body dysmorphia can get so bad sometimes that he doesn’t even like seeing himself in the mirror. If he’s in public with a group like this, he would probably be uncomfortable having parts of his body naked. Even if people here are family, friends, or lovers, he would hate to have himself be exposed in this way.

This is why Robbie’s line “you dudes work out a lot more than I do” really connects with Dr. Strange’s condition. He doesn’t work out. He can, but eating enough to build fat, then muscle, is something his body can’t do anymore. His body has been damaged by the magic he’s used in the past, and that’s just one of the many effects magic has had on him. Actually, Dr. Strange’s own physical strength fluctuates a lot too. He can use magic to lift heavy things of course, but on his own, he can’t even move a simple wooden chair.

Dr. Strange had a very hard time as an Avenger, and his body image issues were just part of the problem. I could argue that these issues still haunt him today, but he’s still in the process of healing.

#doctor strange #marvel comics #earth 616 #a magic doctor

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

art by em year in review: electric boogaloo!

ah, 2021. a rollercoaster (derogatory). you know the drill—unsolicited affectionate self-roasting below the cut.

jan: starting things off on the most cheerful note imaginable here with an illustration for the fic in which I thought it'd be a great idea to kill off martin crieff! I could make fun of my lineart here but to be honest, looking back I just feel sorry for the em that hadn't yet discovered alpha lock in sketchbook...babygirl you could have spent so much less time on your art...

feb: hello linda fairbairn, otherwise known as the one-off cabin pressure character whose offhand mention of her hobby as a rally driver was the reason I got sucked into motorsport! and hello to therlinda, also known as the best idea I've come up with this year! (sorry not sorry bobsled!) anyway that race suit kind of deserves to be made fun of. luckily, I've already done that, and proposed a better (safer) redesign.

mar: and here we see the beginning of the shipwright & fairbairn lore, in which my dreadfully overpowering hunger for a mentor figure in the midst of completely virtual university led me to wonder what it would be like to be a starry-eyed kid at the bottom of the pecking order of one's airline getting stuck with a tired old guy with baggage. I decided to return to a brush I hadn't used since february of 2020, and was pleasantly surprised to find that I actually...liked what I got. I would continue using this brush for lineart until mid- to late summer.

apr: I maintain that we need a studio ghibli adaptation of the careers and lives of michèle mouton and fabrizia pons, two rally drivers from the 80s I discovered while doing research for linda fairbairn fanfic. sure, there's an animated movie based loosely on mouton's life, but it gives the michèle-coded character...magic powers. which is kind of stupid considering that at the core of michèle and fabrizia's story is hard work, friendship, determination, and overwhelming joy. so anyway I think they deserve a ghibli film. it was fun to experiment with this style so I included it here.

may: a very necessary update to this piece (since I kind of see everyone in cabin pressure as filipino except for theresa and linda). I love this picture still—it's my mobile header and I don't plan on changing it anytime soon. even though I did martin sort of dirty (but really, who's up in arms about martin nowadays!) my favorite part of the piece is either theresa and carolyn sharing a conspiratorial glance, or douglas and arthur being almost the same height. is arthur standing on a box? did he inherit height elsewhere? well, i can't decide, but should I maybe talk a little more about the specifics of my ideas of the cabin pressure crew being filipino? yes perhaps I should. but another time. another time

jun: just girly best friendz things is being a rally driving partnership for like six years, having your children around the same time as each other, and having your birthdays three days apart. I drew this for mouton and pons' birthdays and it was the first large-scale thing I did in procreate. ok confession: since then I haven't really used procreate. I know, bad of me, especially since I spent like ten dollars on the app: but sketchbook is just more intuitive under my fingers. and since I discovered alpha lock was a thing on sketchbook...

jul: ...I could make stuff like this. I drew this for the birthday of the former top target of my gender envy (it's now shifted...but I still appreciate the gender I got from him), former F1 world champion sebastian vettel. drawing all the little details in the race suits was sooo much fun honestly and i could go on and on about the specific ways this dude inspires me but. it's a little embarrassing. I'll save it for the essay.

aug: admittedly at this point i kind of had a flop era. the pen I'd been depending on (heh) since march wasn't really working with me. looking back I realize I may have over-arted myself into burnout, but at the time I didn't really think it was the problem. I also remember feeling a lot of frustration around this time because I didn't seem to have the inspiration to touch anything other than shipwright & fairbairn. luckily for my art life, I forced myself to stop drawing for something like two weeks...

sept: ...and this was the result. I think this is my favorite shipwright & fairbairn thing yet. your honor they are besties. they are besties. also, new brush! actually, it's not so much a new brush as it is a brush I used a lot before, got tired of, then changed the settings around and decided I liked it. honestly what I am fond of now for lineart is a sort of chalky (???) textured brush with a lot of variation of tip size based on pressure, but opacity is unaffected. if any of that makes sense at all! also, coloring the lineart with alpha lock so that its darker and more saturated than the flat coloring was such a game-changer. before (see january) I would just make the lineart darker than the flat coloring but not change the saturation, which made it look...meh. kind of dead. so this was a case of learn what you like and things will be okay.

oct: THE F1 AU. oh my god it lives in my head rent free. I have a lot of notes about this on the artwork's post itself so all I'll say is that thinking up all the little details and customizing the helmets was soo much fun. maybe I should have a side job as a helmet designer... should this technically be in september since most of the sketching was done in september? I say no. I did the coloring in october (also it was kind of the only thing I completed to satisfaction in october because. school became in person again and I got many times busier. turns out in-person university is very different from virtual university! /j)

nov: yet another iteration of the f1 AU! giving douglas a mustache is one of the most simultaneously inspired and cursed choices I've ever come across. (Inspired because it was ant who egged me on to to do it, cursed because...I barely know how to draw facial hair. I floundered on poor seb's picture [see july] kdajfkfjd)

dec: lastly, a work I never posted but currently use as a discord icon...my ferrarisona. yes my favorite f1 team is scuderia ferrari. I blame user fio maranello. something about the history, something about the legacy, a lot about the passion. anyway I used the 2018 ferrari suit bc that's the last time seb finished 2nd bc it's sexy. and my dream helmet is covered in sampaguita and functional groups and the reaction round the top of the helmet is a radical polymerization reaction (polypropylene, which is not my favorite but it behaves in a cool way so whatever).

#mine #em draws #art by em year in review #em retrospects

[dex-xe]

BBC Ghosts x Eurovision

No one asked for this (and I’ve already seen a few people discussing this but haven’t seen anyone go into much detail) but here are some headcanons about the ghosts watching Eurovision 2021!! Eurovision has been one of my special interests since I was a little kid so combining it with my current special interest just seems right!!

(Also pls comment your own headcanons or even better send them to my inbox AND also send new headcanon topics for us to chat about cause I’ve missed doing that!!)

- Firstly it’s definitely Mike’s doing,, Alison jokes it’s a bit tacky and kinda cringe and Mike is *deeply* offended insisting the tack is what makes it fun.

- Alison also really enjoys it but also enjoys teasing Mike about his affinity

- Alison shows the ghosts a few YouTube clips of old years

- Kitty, Mary, and Humphrey are all well up for watching straight away,, also Pat but we’ll talk about him in a minute.

- Robin doesn’t really get the point (countries are a stupid idea according to him so having a country based competition where people actually get serious about it is just daft).

- Thomas and Fanny both hate the clips they’re shown and call it the “lowest form of entertainment” they’ve ever seen.

- The Captain is also above it... or so he says but he finds his foot tapping along to Emmilie De Forest and is *horrified* at himself

- Julian is straight away racist,, a comment here about EU bureaucracy, another snipe there about Russia. Alison shuts his complaining down very quickly and tells him he can’t say anything he wouldn’t be happy someone saying about the UK or else his phone privileges will be taken away.

- Pat is the only ghost who has seen Eurovision before (Julian has always refused on principle).

- He used to watch it with his family and put on a proper spread for everyone (cause we all know Pat was the family cook). I’m talking mini sausage rolls, tiny sandwiches, a cheese and pineapple hedgehog (totally not what my family does for Eurovision every year... hmmm) and then also a trifle cause it’s the most English pudding ever and you gotta support the home side.

- (I’m hungry,, can you tell??)

- Once Alison has explained to them how the show works, most of them agree to watch - Thomas once he learns of the beautiful women competing and Fanny the same with the men.

- The Captain however begins taking it very seriously once he starts to realise the tactical elements of it,, while he likes the performances, he spends the entire afternoon rewatching previous years scoring segments making mental notes of what gets support and who votes for who.

- The evening comes round and everyone gathers to watch in the TV room.

- The second the flag parade starts everyone is engrossed - even Fanny can marvel at the spectacle of it.

- (I’m not gonna talk about every performance cause Jeez that’s long but here are what I think everyone’s favourites would be.

- Robin really loves Finland and Italy,, anything loud and rocky he’s straight up off the floor and jumping along (same Robin, same) but he falls completely silent and watches in awe at the Spanish entry because of the giant moon (he then also asks Alison to buy a huge moon for the living room - she’s says she’ll think about it).

- Kitty is fully rooting for Malta - Lizzo girlboss vibes is what Kitty lives for. It’s also helped that Alison expressed quite an interest for that one as well.

- Thomas is expecting to like the pretty girls but absolutely falls for Switzerland straight away. Curly haired, blouse-wearing emotional guy with incredibly dramatic dancing is just 😍😍 for him (same Thomas,, can’t decide if he’s very attractive or if it’s gender envy or what??).

- Julian supports the UK... he thinks the song is shit but cannot bring himself to compliment anyone else.

- Pat is an Iceland kind of guy (ily dadi,, you were robbed #eurovision2020winners) and he fully finds himself trying to dance along, smiling all the way through their performance. He likes the weirder ones,, the ones were everyone is clearly just having a blast.

- Humphrey likes the emotional ones,, Bulgaria is a favourite. Righttttt up until France - he picked up a little French from his wife, enough to figure out what Barbara’s talking about and is just in tears by the end.

- Mary actually finds herself enjoying the more folky, traditionally European ones. This comes back to my Morris/folk dancing Mary so I feel like she’d appreciate like Ukraine and Russia - also for the like strong woman aesthetic.

- Fanny is abhorred by the outfits and music but does join Julian in his reluctant support of the UK, she instead prefers to mutter her abuses of the skimpy outfits to the Captain.

- The Captain is also drawn in by the emotional ones like Humphrey, specifically France again. However, a shaggy and shirtless Damiano David jumping about the place in eyeliner and tight trousers awakens something in him he didn’t know was there. He’s horrified by the group and the loudness and the outfits and everything but is also very much intrigued in a way that disturbs him.

- Mike also likes Italy quite a bit cause he’s an Arctic Monkeys/Killers kinda guy (he is,, don’t @ me cause me tooooo Mike) and Alison tends to agree with him but also, like I said, agrees with Kitty on the girl power ones.

- Once the scoring starts, the ghosts start getting noisier and talking amongst themselves about the acts and who they would vote for (they’re not allowed to vote cause Alison refuses to pay for her dead housemates to get a vote each).

- The Captain edges closer to the TV as the others talk over his beloved scoring system, completed overshadowing the research the Captain has done.

- It ends with the Captain sat cross legged in front of the TV with Humphrey in his lap explaining precisely what was happening to Humphrey.

- When it gets towards the end everyone hushes up and they all watch as Italy win. Most of them celebrate.

- Fanny is greatly disturbed by the winners and laments the state of music these days. The Captain vocally agrees but also can’t draw his eyes from the screen.

- Julian has some very choice words for the public for giving the UK a big fat 0.

- Kitty says she’s just glad that everyone had a good time and enjoyed their performances. She also wishes that she could go to the show (don’t we all).

But yeah that’s my collection of headcanons for Eurovision,, once again proving I am a massive nerd who spends too much time putting together little stories.

Anyway,, if you have any more Eurovision headcanons feel free to comment them or send them to my inbox so I can reply and add to them. Similarly, if you have any other shows/music/events/literally anything that you think I should make ghosts headcanons for or that you have hcs for then send them over to my inbox as well!! Love yall stay safe, drink some water if you’ve managed to read this far :)

#bbc ghosts

[draven-imani]

Journal 5 (Part 2)

So. Yeah. Commander Irabeth Tirabade gave me a temporary field promotion. Although she said there wasn’t much of the Raven Corps left to speak of at the moment. Apparently, a certain Golden Boy had commandeered as many people as he could convince to come with him on a mad quest into the Worldwound after the attack and our group fell underground. He has an entire legion following him, which he dubbed the Silver Legion. She said it was likely he’d be back soon for a supply run.

Damn. I always knew Leto would go far. But to rally the troops on his own without any preestablished backing and just…go for it? I don’t know how he does it. We walked the same path and yet somehow he’s always been in a completely different league than me. I don’t envy him, not in the slightest. I’m in awe, more like. It’s like looking at the sun. It’s incomprehensible.

Ah. I wish he were here instead of there, though. He’d know how to handle this whole ‘Acting Captain’ thing. I feel in over my head already. I don’t want a position of power. I don’t want people’s lives in my hands. I only thought I wanted to go up the ranks when I was an idealistic kid with no idea what that meant. Now…the idea of giving the order that gets someone killed sickens me…

But if Commander Tirabade is the one who gives me that responsibility, I don’t think I’ll be able to say no.

I was starting to doubt…a lot, the last couple of days, honestly. Everything about Luna threw things into question. And then we found out Baphomet cultists infiltrated the church. And then Auriel died. And then I first talked to Radiance…and heard their threats. The threats from a holy weapon that sounded like they should have come from a demon. That stung. That shook me.

But then we met Irabeth Tirabade. And even in person she represents everything I have ever strived to be. Both in the sense of a former Raven Corps member who pulled herself out and into a position to actually be of use to the world, but also in the sense of how an Iomedae worshipper should carry themselves. She’s noble and strong and honorable, but she’s not quite so stuck in her ways as Auriel was, she seems to see things the way they are, and have been in the past, and she seems to be willing to admit when things are rotten and need to be fixed. I respect her. A lot. I…don’t want to disappoint her.

Aaaaand that means, if she gives me a responsibility, I have to rise to the task…even if I really really reeeeeeeeally don’t want to.

Commander Tirabade told me to give her a full report of everything that had happened. Which is exactly what I’d been keeping this journal for. So I gave her my report, and had the others chime in where my memory or note taking didn’t serve adequately. Then I showed her Radiance. I didn’t really think about it, because I thought since she was a paladin that Radiance wouldn’t be quite so ‘I’m going to flay you alive’. Or maybe I just wasn’t thinking, because she was Irabeth Tirabade and I’m dumb. That’s more likely. Anyways Radiance started burning her hands, so I quickly took them back.

And I may have admonished them out loud for doing that. To which Radiance basically asked ‘what part of chosen wielder don’t you understand?’ which…fair, but I guess I kind of thought Radiance was the one deciding whether or not to start hurting someone for touching it with how they’d worded it last time. I didn’t think it just happened.

The others were looking at me like I was crazy and asked if I was talking to my sword. So then I had to explain that Radiance is a magic intelligent weapon and also really picky about who wields them.

(And I got a little off track figuring out Radiance’s pronouns here. The answer boiled down to ‘I don’t conform to your mortal view of gender, call me whatever you want’, so I’m sticking with they since it’s neutral. Must be nice being a formless weapon spirit who can just give a copout answer like ‘I don’t conform to your mortal view of gender’. I’d not conform to my mortal view of gender if I could, but I have a flesh prison with all that gender-y stuff that comes with it.)

So then one of them, I forget who, commented about me being the chosen wielder of Radiance. And I think I laughed. I corrected them. No, I wasn’t the chosen wielder. The others pointed out I was wielding them, it sure looked like I was. So I explained what Radiance had already explained to me. That Auriel had been meant to wield them. That I was only holding them now because Auriel didn’t make it this far, and because Auriel’s soul vouched for me.

Commander Tirabade gave her condolences to us about Auriel, and asked that I tell her as much as I could about him later, as someone was going to give a eulogy for all who had been lost in the battle against the demons soon and she would make sure given his heroic sacrifice that he was given the send off he deserved.

Then Anevia rejoined the conversation, having been listening in on the sword talk. She called Irabeth over and asked her about the sword she had lied about selling. Anevia proved even with a sweet voice and a smile to be scarier than the much larger and more fearsome looking commander. Commander Tirabade admitted that she had sold her sword in exchange for an anniversary gift for Anevia. A potion that permanently changes one’s gender.

Aaaaand looking back I really hope the talk about pronouns was not uncomfortable, I was legitimately trying to be polite to the sword, despite Radiance never once extending the same courtesy to me.

Anyways.

By the end the Commander determined that it would be a good idea for us to continue taking out the safehouses, but she had another mission for us as well once that was done. Something big. She told us that another of Deskari’s generals was on her way here—the witch Arelu Vorlesh. We had heard rumors of this from drifters on the streets as well. The crusaders had managed to get information that Deskari’s cult had holed up in Old Kenabres, making a stronghold of a temple to the Inheritor known as the Grey Garrison. There was a piece of the wardstone left still intact, and Arelu was coming to corrupt it. If she was successful, the Commander believed Arelu was going to turn the wardstone into a weapon that would decimate the crusaders on the battlefield.

With that in mind, she had a librarian from the Blackwing come forward with a magical rod. I’m not one for the arcane, but Hiskaria sounded extremely in awe and almost equally disturbed by the implications of the rod, a ‘rod of cancellation’. The important part I gathered was that if Hiskaria used the rod on the wardstone, then it would destroy it.

Melody was hesitant, wondering if there was any way to eventually fix the wardstone and restore the barrier to save the city. Commander Tirabade said no. It had been created hundreds of years ago, when times were less turbulent, and with divine intervention. We had neither the means nor the time, and every moment we left the wardstone intact was a moment Arelu could return to attempt to corrupt it to her own purposes. Better that it was destroyed than in enemy hands.

We agreed. The Commander said that she would not order this strike until we had cleared out all of the safehouses, so that they had nowhere to fall back to, and no reinforcements to call upon, or else the strike would be a suicide mission. But once we had finished ridding the city of their other bases of operations, she would have an army march on the main forces of Deskari, drawing their attention, while our small strike force took the Grey Garrison.

With a plan in place, we decided that today we would at least take down one more safehouse before we rested. I was the only one really in need of any rest, and Commander Tirabade offered that the clerics of the crusades were at our disposal before we left so that we would not have to use our own limited supplies. Once my remaining injuries from those blasted vultures were healed, we set out.

We came upon some looters, who had overturned the caravan of a handful of survivors and were picking through it. We discussed, and decided we didn’t particularly want to kill these guys, just spook them. So Luna pulled up her hood and donned her Butcher persona, then went after the looters, threatening that she would add them to her pile of the dead if they didn’t abandon this cart to her. It worked, and they fled for their lives.

Luna removed her hood and we approached the survivors. They were frightened after that display, but glad to have their supplies back. We pointed them in the direction of Defender’s Heart and gave them the passcode, and told them to let them know we’d sent them, as we’d seen a number of refugees being housed safely there.

After that we continued on our way, until we came upon the Tower of Estrod. From the note we’d gotten off Hosilla, there was a passcode, “I’ve new material for the archives”. Since we knew this, and we knew Hosilla’s face, we formed a plan. Melody was able to use the magic of her scale of Trendalor to disguise herself as Hosilla. I was to pretend to be one of the Baphomet worshippers who was a false Iomedaen. And Luna was merely being a more exaggerated version of herself, using her infamy as the Butcher of Balestreet to her advantage. Hiskaria didn’t want to go inside and be stuck in close quarters, so she remained outdoors on lookout, listening for any sign of things going badly. After some discussion, Melody had handed off Auriel’s scale to Hiskaria, and explained how it worked to her. The scales couldn’t be used together, so Melody needed to hand it off regardless, and it seemed right that since Hiskaria was going to be helping us for the foreseeable future, she should be the one to hold it. And as an archer the levitation ability it granted would be of more use to her than to any of us.

With a plan in mind, the three of us walked into the proverbial lion’s den. Two cultists of Baphomet were lounging about on the bottom floor. Believing they recognized Melody as Hosilla, they let us in, and told us to meet with a man on the upper floor by the name of Faxon. We followed Melody’s lead, and went up the stairs. At the top of the tower, we found a tiefling with a scorpion upon his shoulder. He spoke smugly to ‘Hosilla’, and had a very…slimy feel about him. I got the impression that he and Hosilla were not on good terms, perhaps even that Stauton Vhagn pit them against each other and that’s why he was having Hosilla check up on him, just to rub salt in the wound. Unfortunately, Melody didn’t quite know how far to press, and backed down too soon, after making her ‘report’, agreeing to return downstairs with little bite back. When questioned about what I knew, I did the safe thing and pled ignorance, claiming to merely be Hosilla’s guard and not someone in a position to have information. When asked, Luna said she was just there for the kills, nothing more nothing less.

As Melody went to have us return downstairs, Faxon called Luna back to him. I had a bad feeling, but Luna shrugged it off and said to go on without her. Melody decided that maybe we could take out the cultists downstairs quietly while he had whatever discussion he wanted with her. I agreed, although we never got the chance. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of violence broke out upstairs, and the two downstairs were alerted that something was amiss. Melody and I decided it would be best for us to guard the stairs and make sure these two couldn’t sneak up on Luna from behind first before going upstairs to try to help her finish with Fenox.

I took care of one of the cultists swiftly, with Radiance spurring me on, the both of us eager to put an end to the evils of these worshippers of the Minotaur. The sounds upstairs began to die down, as Melody took a stab at the other from the stairs with Hosilla’s glaive. He tried to flee. Melody wasn’t going to allow that. She leapt from the stairs, and with far less regard for a glaive that isn’t her family’s sentimental one, she used it to pole-vault at the cultist, landing behind him and swinging around to stab at him once again. Still he was up. He almost made it to the door.

Just in time for Hiskaria to open the door and shoot an arrow in his face.

Somehow by some twisted luck he was still going, but Melody caught up with him once again, and maaaay have decided to show off a little to our new companion as she leapt in the air and skewered the man, finally dead.

All was quiet. I was about to be concerned about what might have happened to Luna, but then Hiskaria told me about the absolutely ridiculously amazing one sided one on one ‘fight’ she’d had with Fenox. As if I should have been worried about Luna. Hiskaria had heard the commotion and used the scale to levitate up so she’d she the last half of the fight. The upper floor didn’t have a roof, so she had been intending to shoot an arrow right into the other tiefling’s skull, but it ended up not being necessary.

See, there was a wall bisecting that room, with a door. He’d shut and locked the door to put it between him and Luna when things started looking bad. Luna had shown yet again just how little walls meant to the Butcher of Balestreet when she used the glaive she’d been holding holding for show as a means to pull herself up and over, then came down on Fenox with her axe. The Butcher one, Baphomet zero.

We met with her upstairs, where we found a shrine to Baphomet and a minotaur shaped object on the wall that was causing the room to be desecrated by its mere presence. There was also a treasure chest, so we decided that while the others went through the loot, I was going to take Radiance and have a bit of fun.

It took some time, that minotaur head was damned sturdy. But when it did break, Radiance’s voice echoed through the room. It wasn’t just me that heard it that time, but everyone. Their voice faded after only a moment. The others seemed a little shaken by that. I don’t really blame them. Radiance is…a lot. They’ve gone back to just being in my head now, which is probably for the best. Them quieting down entirely would probably be better, but I’m not lucky enough to have a normal holy sword that doesn’t demand the blood of demons and cultists as we fight. Ah, well. At least we agree on who our enemies are.

The chest had holy symbols and the favored weapons of multiple faiths, pointing towards the cult’s penchant for infiltration. We decided we would return them to the clerics at Defender’s Heart. Looking back I kind of wish I’d asked if they’d be okay with me keeping one. My wooden holy symbol’s seen a lot of use, and isn’t exactly the sturdiest material. Silver to match Leto’s wouldn’t have hurt. Ah, well. Hindsight and all that.

We were feeling really good after how well that went. We’d been planning on calling it a day after the tower, but since we’d used virtually none of our resources we agreed that unless we ran into particularly nasty trouble on the road we should try to clear out Topaz Solutions, report back to the Commander, and prepare to storm the Grey Garrison tomorrow.

Topaz Solutions was quite a bit farther than the tower had been from Defender’s Heart. Which meant more time for attacks from demons or other things lurking about.

First we were attack by two barbed creatures which made a terrible howling noise. Their barbs were painful when we got too close, but we cleared them out quickly enough with little trouble to speak of. No one ended up with any of the barbs stuck in them, which was a blessing. That could have proven difficult.

Then…we came to Balestreet. The demons had left the street as much a gory horror scene as one might have expected of Luna’s namesake. Here, two cultists of Baphomet tried to ambush us. Big mistake. Luna decided she was eager to make true to her nickname, and took her axe to them. They didn’t go down.

Then two arrows went straight through them, ice burst from one’s injuries, and both fell dead on the road. Hiskaria looked a bit sheepish, asking Luna if she shouldn’t have done that, since Balestreet was supposed to be Luna’s thing. Luna shrugged it off, saying it worked either way.

Remind me not to get on the bad side of the ladies in our group, they can cut quite the fearsome characters.

With that we were on our way, the rest of the walk to Topaz Solutions uneventful. The apothecary was being looted by a couple of thugs when we arrived. Luna decided to do her thing and scared them off with a few threats from the Butcher. Then we started looking around. The looters had taken anything of value, but Luna after some poking around found some ‘really nice door technology’, and opened a secret passage that led into a hidden basement. Luna and Melody snuck down first.

After a minute of waiting, Hiskaria and I heard Luna and Melody call us down, saying there was a strange mechanical doll and an image on the wall they couldn’t identify. I went down first. As Melody stepped forward to let me in, the minotaur head on the wall began to speak. It taunted us, saying it hoped we were Iomedaens so that this surprise from Baphomet wouldn’t go to waste. Then the doll began moving, and smashed a bottle, releasing a small plant creature.

There was also some kind of…gas I think? Something was in the chamber after that which was causing us various issues. Melody and I both started finding it hard to breath for instance—not so much that we were suffocating, but enough that we were wheezing and likely would have been unable to easily move stealthily.

Worse was that plant. It was in a thick patch of vines that it could move through with ease but which we struggles in. It screamed in such a way that it caused both Melody and Hiskaria to become nauseous, forcing them to flee upstairs to safety and leaving me and Luna to deal with it by ourselves. And it was small and tricky, dodging around many of our attacks in the most frustrating manner. Luna did finally squash the blasted thing, and I went over to the minotaur head and broke whatever the device was that was releasing gas into the room.

Then we searched the room and found a chest with a mocking note claiming we deserved a reward for besting the trap. Within were a number of stolen holy symbols. Luna stopped us from taking them, noting that they were covered in a contact poison.

I have decided I rather dislike this Igon Topaz, and do hope he survived the attack on the city. If only so that I may someday bring judgement upon him myself.

With all three safehouses cleared out, we’ve returned to Defender’s Heart for the night. We reported back to the Commander, and we spent some time unwinding and preparing for tomorrow. There are some merchants set up so we were able to get some supplies. And, more importantly, we got some drinks.

And even more importantly, Leto’s back.

He showed up while we were making preparations, all smiles and charm as always. He thought I’d died in a pit, I thought he’d been killed by demons, same old same old.

He looked amazing. He’s been doing well for himself. He really was the picture of a paladin in that silver armor riding up on a holy steed. Although I guess to him I must have looked maybe a little impressive with the holy sword Radiance at my side. Ah, if only he could have a conversation with them, he’d quit being impressed real quick.

Leto played up his knight in shining armor role well, flirted with Hiskaria even though she’s twice his age and a convicted murderer, and got on well with Melody. He…did not get on well with Luna. He tried, certainly, at first, but then she threw some misplaced insults about him being Raven Corps which I corrected, and then she brought up how all the reports of her being a murderer are vastly exaggerated by the Raven Corps and…it was just all around awkward, I think.

So then he introduced us to his horse, Charles, instead. He got a kick out of the fact he’d given his holy mount such a mundane name instead of something more heroic like—

Hold up. Charles.

Charlie.

Chalie Horse.

…that blasted tiefling, I’m going to wring his neck next time I see him.

I can’t decide if I’m mad about the pun, mad I didn’t catch it when we were talking about it, or mad that I didn’t think of it first.

Named his holy steed a pun, the nerve of that man...I wonder if anyone else has caught on. Commander of the Silver Legion, Leto Jules, the tiefling so charismatic he managed to sway 50,000 people to his banner…named his holy steed Charlie Horse. Inheritor help me I don’t know what to do with him.

Or how to outdo that.

Which is frustrating.

Oh well. What’re you going to do? Some days you find out your brother is not just still alive but now leading a legion on the back of a horse named Charlie and you just roll with it.

I’m glad he’s okay.

His Silver Legion is going to be joining the fight against the main forces tomorrow while our strike force goes into the Grey Garrison. So that’s more for me to worry about. But Leto’s always been a lucky bastard unlike me. He’ll be fine.

After the fact Melody, Hiskaria, and Luna decided it was really important to whisper amongst themselves and to send me away. So apparently it’s rumor time again. Yay. I’m fairly certain with them it would be nothing bad…but I can’t fathom what they could have possibly been whispering about. I suppose if they think Leto and I are related by blood it could have been about that, if they think I share his demonic bloodline…but Hiskaria is a tiefling as well, I see little reason why they would need to be secretive about it if that were the case. And quite frankly Leto and I don’t look alike. At all. Even if he weren’t golden, we don’t share even close to the same features. So I don’t think we could be mistaken for blood relatives.

I don’t know, and there’s really no use in speculating. It’s growing late, and we have a temple to siege in the morning.

#journal entry #pathfinder #pathfinder wotr #pathfinder wotr spoilers #Draven Imani

[quasieli]

top six: fictional characters that give you gender envy, flowers, little things that make you happy and d&d moments :D

Ooh lotsa questions!

Gender Envy:

1) Bow from She-Ra (2018). Something about buff athletic dude who wears crop tops and is soft as hell is very Gender to me.

2) Vax from Critical Role. Pretty boy, kinda goth rogue? That’s sexy as hell and I wish that was me. 

3) In a wildly different idea of gender envy, I’ve been thinking about it lately and @quantum-lesbian’s character in the Frostmaiden game I’m in with them, Ambrose, is Big Gender. Beautiful non-binary drow with a starry and kinda witchy aesthetic that dresses super grandly and ostentatiously no matter the occasion? Yes please.

4) Pete from The Unsleeping City, specifically season two. I adore season one Pete but season two Pete that works in a queer bookshop and has a teapot arcane focus, is artsy and is unapologetically a trans man who doesn’t give a shit about gender roles? Sign me the fuck up.  

5) Beau from Critical Role. Buff GNC lesbian mixed with academia, but like academia from the prospective of a grad student with ADHD trying to learn everything about their special interests? A+, I love her and I’m jealous. 

6) I’m gonna cheat a lil bit for this last one. I know the prompt is fictional characters, but Julia Lepetit and Jacob Andrews in their Hitman streams? Simultaneously both of them were Gender for me. Jacob esp felt like that for me, which is weird cause dresses can make me dysphoric, but I am also slightly envious of the Dude in a Dress type of gender presentation. 

Can you tell that I’m a confused trans masc enby

Gonna put it under the cut from here cause oof, there’s still a lot more.

Flowers:

1) Big slut for Sunflowers, always have been, always will be.

2) Fun fact, my dad’s family used to own a flower shop (in like the 70s, so I never got to see it :(), and one of their big things was hydrangeas. My dad has always loved them and now I love the snowballs too!  

3) A recent favorite, the Baker’s Globe Mallow. It’s a type of flower that only grows from the soils of forests that have been affected by wildfires. It’s a simple little flower but I love the idea of something beautiful rising from the ashes after tragedy. A little dramatic, but I’m queer, ofc I’m dramatic.

4) Roses are another important flower to my family (Rose was a family name for a couple generations), and ya know, they’re a classic. 

5) There’s this beautiful magnolia tree in front of my house that blooms with the most beautiful white and pink flowers every spring, and it’s one of my favorite things to see every year. 

6) There’s so many different types of Lillies and they’re all very pretty, but the Purple Stargazer is prob my favorite.

Little Things That Make Me Happy:

1) My cat, Maddie. She may be a cranky girl at times, but she is also very sweet and will always be my baby (even though she is 12). 

2) Not a little thing really, but my best friend. Just getting a sweet/silly text from her or the two of us chilling in a room, sitting in a comfortable silence because we just like being together, nothing better. 

3) Baking, esp if I’m doing it for others. I’m not much of a sweets person myself, a little treat every once in a while type person, but I love baking. It’s a very relaxing process for me, even when it can sometimes get stressful, but seeing people enjoying something I made, especially something that brought me great joy to make, is simply the best. 

4) In the same sorta vein, crafting and other art, but that’s a bit more personal. I love making things for others, but art, particularly drawing, is something I do more for me. It’s such a great feeling when you can get into a really good art mood and just sink yourself into a project. I love it.

5) My plush toys. Yes, I am a 23 year old, no I will not stop loving my plushies. I just got a few new friends, which I made a post about recently, and they such good cuddle buddies. However, there is one king amongst them all. I have this old, beat up christmas puppy beanie baby, on his tag named Jingle Pup, but I just call him Jingle. I had one version of him since I was like 6, but he currently lives on a shelf cause he is very beaten up and fragile, but his “brother”, who I got when I was 8, is still in kinda good shape and is currently chilling on my chest as I type this lol.

6) Again, not a little thing, but it’s important to mention; D&D. The game itself is such a joy, but truly the best part of it is the people. I love creating stories and memories with people through this weird little game. Truly one of my favorite things to do.

D&D Moments:

These are all gonna be personal moments, rather than anything from actual play shows/podcasts. RC is Reforged Campaign, where I play Saube, and FM is Frostmaiden, where I play Sparks.

1) RC - Meeting Mahety, Saube’s girlfriend. We met her way back in session 12 and we are now up to like session 73. Saube saw her and was immediately big heart eyes at her but also felt a bit awkward and shy. So, being a game a dice, I decided to roll. 10 or higher, Saube would talk to her, 9 or lower, she’d stay put. I rolled a 17, 17 is now a lucky number for me. I love Mahety and I’d die for her. 

2) FM - This was an insane fight that should not have been so crazy, but in a fairly early session, my group went up against an angry druid and her awakened animals. So much batshit stuff happened in that fight, and we unfortunately lost our bread loving bard (RIP Agneyis), but one of my favorite combat turns happened in this fight. Our artificer, Omaren, has a robe of useful items and one of the patches on it creates a large pit. Thinking quickly, Omaren tore off the patch, slid it under one of the dire wolves we were fighting and created a looney tunes style pit under it, allowing us to take it out easily via pot shots. Such a clutch move and such a funny visual, especially because the dire wolf kept failing the checks to get out of the pit.  

3) RC - Saube’s Zebrith (I will never remember how this actually spelled RIP). So, for context, Saube ended up with a death curse (long story) that mechanically meant they had disadvantage on any death saving throws. Scary as hell, need to get that fixed! So, Saube and their party had to be smuggled into another country to talk with some religious leaders of a goddess known as The First, the goddess of death. They were told that Saube would have to go through the aforementioned ritual, which included her soul leaving her body for a short period of time. During this ritual, her friends had to call back to her, to say things that would bring her back to her body and I still cry thinking about that game. That ritual was not only important for Saube bodily, but spiritually as well. After that ritual, Saube officially became a cleric of The First! 

4) A real sappy one, RC - Saube meeting all of her friends. Anyone who follows along with the rantings on my blog probably knows how important this game is to me. I met this random group of strangers on tumblr and formed a D&D party with them and now, a year and a half later, I honestly think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I know that sounds silly and dramatic but not only has this game brought me so much joy and comfort, but I also gained a group of really amazing friends who have been nothing but amazing since day one. As much as Saube knows she can depend on SICL, I know I can depend on my group of weirdos lol. We both love our friends very much and even though we’ve all been through some crazy shit, we wouldn’t change it for the world.    

5) RC - Just playing Saube in general. I really didn’t intend for it to be this way, but Saube is very much a reflection of myself. She is the first long term character I have ever played and so much of me is in her. I try not to treat D&D like therapy, because that’s unfair to my DM and fellow party members, but playing Saube has allowed me to work through some of my own problems, especially social anxiety, in a lot safer of an environment. It isn’t so much that I’m asking this game to help me fix my life, but playing out these scenarios that, in the real world, would make me anxious or make me freak out, I can stop, take a moment to breathe and work out these issues in a way that makes sense to me. Playing her has led me to understanding myself a bit better, as well, and that’s truly such a wonderfully unexpected gift from this whole experience. 

6) Lastly, a silly one: RC - Getting a crit 6. The last session of this game got real interesting. Saube’s party ended up in the ethereal plane and magic got real fucky there. So, any time any of us tried to cast a spell, we’d roll a d20, not look at the result, and then try to guess what number rolled. The closer to the number, the better the result. A few times, a few people managed to get within like 3 or 4 of their roll, but oh the power I felt when I rolled a 6 (on Saube’s die!) and guessed it correctly! So, not only did the spell (Bless) work, but it worked super well. So instead of getting +1d4 to attack rolls and saving throws, Saube and two other party members got +2d4 to attacks, saving throws and skill checks. So powerful I broke the rules of D&D lmao. 

#asks #ask games #floralprintshark #D&D #Flowers #Saube #Sauhety #SICL #Sparks #long post #thanks <3 <3

[galatealiberata]

Clarissa had felt less small standing next to the "other" units as a human than she does as CRS-00. She had secretly envied their power, if not as deeply as she had appreciated them for their individuality...but they were almost from other worlds. She might have been a breakable and weak little human, but so were most creatures when stood next to Type:Full. They were designed to be domineering, deadly. Now that she holds a form like theirs, it's easier to size herself up against them. CRS feels dwarfed by Vi--a unit she knows only by the vaguest impression of last moment glances and caught end snippets of conversation. It crosses CRS's mind, staring up at Vi's statuesque bulk of a figure, that she's never met a female Type:Full. Or at least feminine. Gender seemed more and more of a nebulous concept the less of your body was organic--though not reliably. Her assistant, SCOPE, is a good case study to the contrary. [ Vi, isn't it? ] She should introduce herself but for a moment isn't sure how. Clarissa doesn't feel like her name anymore so much as the thing the people who knew her before still call her. But--and maybe it's just LA-02 still in her head, but it feels deceitful to introduce herself by designation, pretending she's the same as them. She was happy to do so with Vail, a human, to protect her identity and the bitter-sweet reality of her existence...but she doesn't want Vi or any other unit who meets her only as CRS-00 to later feel like she lied to them by omission. [ I am CRS-00. ] This is the part where her mouth would draw into a hard line, if she still had lips. [ Full designation...Chimerical Resurrection System...model double-zero. I was built by CS-RU-02. ]

She would be found standing at the beach where it all began for her. It was her most sacred spot, where she came when restored memories became too much and she needed to return to what she saw as her true beginning.

The marks in the sand where her body washed ashore, shriveled in a nearly corpse-like manner, were of course long gone. But the high tide lapping at her ankles in this narrow patch of sand amidst the trees and foliage bring her back like it was only yesterday she was there, sunbaked and salt-crusted, knowing nothing but the instinct to survive. Once fallen, now she stands, a titan among titans. Made in the image of the mother hippo (And alligator, and hound, and.... several other things....), Vi certainly makes a big statement as the first example of a female Silvally.

'Vi, isn't it?' It surely is. Her designation was little more than an echo in her mind when she woke up. Just the answer to a question- One so foreign, she had to look it up just to be sure. It never felt like her

"[CRS-00]..." Ru's current closest lover. Her replacement. Naive, dependent, just as she once was. She wants to scream, to proselytize, to tell her everything that's wrong with him.

But that's no way to act. It's not right, it's not fair to CRS-00 OR Ru. It's a heaping of misery for all three of them, ruining everything just for a moment's catharsis.

"I've seen you around once or twice, it's nice to finally meet you."

"Your designation tells me how you came about, but I feel I must ask- Is that your name, though?" "You've gotten a second chance at life, you know. Just like I did, at this exact spot. That means you can be whoever you want- You don't have to be who you were before, nor what he wants or made you to be."

"--Er, you totally can be any of those things, of course! There's nothing wrong with it, I'm just saying, y'know, you can ditch the serial if it doesn't fit- I was designated [CV-06-MAU], but I'm Vi now, just like you said."

......Good going, you overweight moose- You fumbled your chance to be all cool and mysterious and drop wisdom like an anime sensei!

#[STATUS: ACTIVE DUTY] - In Character #[QUERY RESOLVED] - Asks #[ANOTHER TO KEEP AN EYE ON] - Interactions #hatsudenki #S C R E A M S HI YES SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I WANTED TO DO IT JUSTICE AAA

[shinkumancer-archive]

YES! Sam FINALLY gets her official ref sheet. And you know what that means????

that means that it’s time to share the bio I’ve been meaning to share from Toyhouse. 

Sam once had a bio years ago, but I wasn’t satisfied with what I had so I wanted to change the whole thing from her appearance and her solo/canon story I want to set up

Her bio is under the cut! Enjoy~!

Name: Sam E. Cat (E stands for Elliot, but prefers to keep it as the initial)

Nicknames/Alias: Copycat, Kittycat, Sammy

Species: Cat

Alignment: Neutral Good

Age: 21 years

Birthplace: Bastet, Midesta(Northeast Efrika)

Current Residence: ?????

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality Traits: Kind; Caring; Optimistic; Cheerful; Calm; Clever; Open-minded; Somewhat talkative; Free-spirited; Brave; Arrogant; Escapist; Stubborn; Childish; Gives up easily; Unsure; Troublemaker; Daring

Likes: Video games; Food; Plush toys; Fashion

Dislikes: Death; Her mom; Authorities; Loneliness; Dresses;

Hobbies: Shopping; Drawing; Traveling(Anywhere but home); Video Games; Stargazing

Abilities: 

Basic: Sam’s ability is Copycat where her eyes makes a sudden violet glow to mimic her targets moves, attacks and their powers.

Advanced: If any of her targets have weapons, her bracelet can generate the copy of a weapon and use it against them as well. Her copycat abilities have a time limit; once copy of the power is finished, she cannot use it again until the next encounter, unless she has a full memory of their powers and moves to be able to use it again, much like Taskmaster... if she able to study the person well enough. Sam is more of a defensive side and will use the copycat ability as a counter attack. She can also mimic voices to trick the person into believing it’s someone else.If Sam copies any ability that is much powerful than any other you can think, be it dark forms of magic or anything outlandish it will make her exhausted or corrupted if used once but unable to control it.

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History/Bio:

Sam was born in the Kingdom of Bastet in Shamar, under royalty of Queen Raja and the late King Akins. Despite being a princess and gifted with lots of valuables she never asked for, (Saved for games and toys), she grew bored of if the royal lifestyle; everything about it is boring to her. Sam would often sabotage parties that Raja had planned, making the latter upset and sent to her room locked for hours when her father is absent. Her father, King Akins, was her favorite in the family, much to her mom’s jealousy. Despite Akins’ busy schedule as both a king and a soldier, He would give her piggyback rides and tell stories about the constellations when she was very young. Whenever he was free, he would take Sam to see the stars in which pointed out to her father that Leo, one of the constellations looked exactly like him, and Akins accepts this fact. He would also teach Sam self defence and gifted her the cyan bracelet that was passed on from his family who once served the Kingdom of Acorn as he no longer needs it. Sam and Akins would spend a lot more time together as father and daughter, as Raja looks on in envy.

However, at the age of 16, Sam and Raja got a noticed from one of the royal guards to pronounce the death of King Akins. As soon as the announcement was given, Sam suddenly saw her mother’s true nature, paranoia and most importantly, hunger for power. This resulting Sam being wrongfully blamed for her father’s sudden death, as she verbally abused, and humiliated her daughter. If Sam’s behavior went too far in Raja’s eyes, she would threaten Sam to isolation and/or threaten to summon demons to haunt her if things didn’t go her way, instead of laying a hand on her. At 18 turning 19, Sam changed her hair, and her clothing and made a successful attempt to escape her mother’s clutches and away from Shamar, which was now being controlled by the Egg Army and its regional Egg Boss, Nephthys.

Now, at the age of 21, Sam travels around the world, making friends, rivals, and enemies along the way such as bumping into horribly chaotic situations with a wanted criminal, Carey Jess (owned by @pidgeonspen), travel alongside a fellow sword wielding companion, Furion (owned by @lightdax) on a search for his mothers, and/or simply travel around with her childhood friend, Mocha Bolthouse(owned by @lchimelightgoddess) who never left her side before the war started; the list goes on, as she tries to find her true self and be free…as long as she’s not being chased around by her mother’s royal guards... 

( NOTE: These examples on third paragraph are all based on RPs and OC discussions on discord)

#sonic oc #sonic fan character #sam elliot the cat #sam e. cat #my oc #mentions: friends' OCs #sonic the hedgehog

[vicecityhq]

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the last plump dumpling on the plate that you and your friend fight over, the betrayal you feel when you drink a milkshake that’s too cold and get a brain freeze but it’s too good to stop, and the buzzing of a bumble bee flitting from flower to flower. With a slight resemblance to LEE JOOHEON  (JOOHONEY) of/the MONSTA X.

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Last Name, First Name: Kkul Beol (actually his full name. He doesn’t have a surname) ALIAS: Yellowjacket Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Divine Realm Age: Unknown, but has lived 26 years in Earth realm Date of Birth: May 20th (aka World Bee Day) Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: he/him or they/them Species: Spiritual Fairy Occupation: The Howlers, Dealer Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Milky, pale Eye color: Varies Scars: None Piercings: Ears, Dimple piercings Tattoos:When he doesn’t have his wings out, they manifest as bold linework that follows along his shoulder blades and down his back. He has a colorful fairy pinup girl on his right inner forearm. A bumble bee design on his left upper arm that blends into a fairy circle tattoo on that inner forearm. Various weeds and flowers on his legs. Hair color: Varies Abnormalities: Since Beol can reinvent his physical form to his liking, his features may change on a whim. However, he does tend to stick to the same form, with only his hair and eye color varying. Transformed form:As a spiritual fairy, Beol’s physical form is only a formality that allows him to better experience the world. His spiritual presence is formless and genderless. It is almost like looking at dust when it catches the light.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, English, Gaelic SECRETS: Beol manages to get out of being prosecuted for his crimes by charming the officers who try to arrest him with his fairy dust or using illusions to escape. SAVVIES: drawing, getting tattooed, playing pranks. Powers & Abilities: fairy dust manipulation, healing, wish granting (but it usually has a hidden caveat), semi-immortality, empathy, energy manipulation and absorption, energy barriers, energy blasts, malleable anatomy/shapeshifting, spirit physiology, illusions, intangibility, possession, telekinesis (via fairy dust manipulation), teleportation.  Traits: (positive) chipper, animated, fun-loving and playful. (negative) fickle, impatient, gets petulant when things don’t go his way, doesn’t realize his pranks can be harmful or perhaps he feigns ignorance. Aesthetics: the last plump dumpling on the plate that you and your friend fight over, the betrayal you feel when you drink a milkshake that’s too cold and get a brain freeze but it’s too good to stop, and the buzzing of a bumble bee flitting from flower to flower.

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: May 20th, year unknown Date of Death: N/A Crime Record: Beol knows that he should avoid getting entangled with the authorities at all costs, but his innately mischievous nature contradicts rationality. He rather enjoys skating on thin ice when it comes to getting caught. When he was a “teen,” he often got in trouble for truancy, vandalism, and theft. Now, as an “adult,” he has to be far more conscious about getting caught. He has been charged with possession and possession with the intent to distribute, but - miraculously - has not served any jail time.

Background/Biography:

In a time long ago, Celts used to believe that when a person slept or entered a hypnotic state that their soul left the body in the form of a bee. Sometimes those souls got lost on the way back (or perhaps were detained) and found their way to the divine realm of the fae, where they would become what is known as spiritual fairies. Or at least that was the story Beol’s mother told them, but the reality was that there was no living fae who remembered exactly where they originated. Their mother would affectionately call them their ‘wandering little bee’ because Beol was an adventurous child who could never be tied down in one place. It came as no surprise to them when Beol decided to leave the realm they’d always known and venture out into the human world.

When Beol crossed over to the mortal plane, they embraced the incredibly different way of life with childish wonder and enthusiasm. At first they explored in their spiritual form and enjoyed playing all sorts of pranks on unsuspecting humans, but - as is typical of the fickle nature of fairies - that grew boring quickly. Beol eventually constructed a physical form so they could better interact with others around them. Being a young and playful soul, Beol chose the façade of a school-aged child since their fun-loving antics were very similar to his own. What he didn’t take into account, though, was that a parentless, vagrant child stood out and it wasn’t long before his friend’s parents became concerned for his well-being.

In his naivety, Beol didn’t think much of it when they’d asked where he lived and who looked after him, telling them that he took care of himself and stayed wherever he wanted. That naturally led to the police being contacted and Beol was placed in an orphanage until they could find a family for him. Truthfully, he could have simply flitted off and ventured someplace new, but the idea of living with other kids sounded like an eternal sleepover to him and how could that be bad? Of course, it wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies in the system. Many of the orphans came from broken homes and were passed around to fosters that were no better. They’d come back with new scars and bereft of their smiles, their innocence gobbled up by the darkness within others.

Beol couldn’t stand seeing them hurt. He could vividly imagine how they’d gotten each bruise like he’d experienced it himself and felt their anguish like a bottomless pit in the center of his chest. Yet he wasn’t powerless to fight against it like they were and Beol quickly went from using his abilities for harmless fun to avenging his friends. He would go out of his way to be assigned to their previous foster parents and would make sure to traumatize them so much with his illusion magicks that they never dared to take in another child again. While it did make him feel better, his habit of terrorizing parents tarnished his record and made him increasingly difficult to adopt out. Not that that bothered Beol. Sure, it was hard watching his friends eventually leave to go with loving parents, but protecting those that remained had become his responsibility and he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that if he left. Besides, he had parents and didn’t need new ones, even if his counselors never believed him when he told them.

As he “aged” into teenage years, Beol’s outer image evolved to suit his interests and style. He became close with the more rebellious crowd, other lost boys and girls like himself who couldn’t care less about authority or conforming to what society wanted. They spent more time in seedy pc bangs and back alleys sharing a pack of smokes than they did in school or hoping for families that would never accept them. It was around this time that he actually came out about what he really was and where he’d come from, though that identity seemed like a far off memory now. He was no longer a shade wearing the suit of a man and could freely embrace his quirkier side without worrying about anyone disapproving.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

This charade always amused Beol. Every time he found himself in this position, with an officer staring him down on the other side of the table in the cramped interrogation room, he wondered why their initial play was to put on this veil of ignorance. As if they didn’t already know what he did or have evidence against him. Did it actually work on suspects? He assumed that most people dug themselves into a hole trying to weave a pitiful fallacy with the same gusto as a scared child blaming the broken vase on the cat in the hopes that it would exonerate them. Beol, on the other hand, was a sophisticated liar and not burdened with the pressing need to evade something. He could phase out of the room right before their very eyes, after all. So the only reason he had to deceive them was simply because it was fun.

“Well, I can’t just start with last night, officer. That’s not how good storytelling works.” He countered coyly and rocked the chair back onto the two rear legs so he could kick his clunky boots up onto the table. Dirt and grime broke loose from the deep grooves in the sole and fell onto the open file set out before the policeman who was trying his best to see unperturbed, but Beol relished in the neigh imperceptible way his jawline tensed in annoyance. “It all began when my parents died in a tragic car accident and I was adopted by my rotten aunt and uncle. You know, they always told me my father was a drunk and that the apple wouldn’t fall far from the tree. So at least I’m exceeding someone’s expectations. Anyway, this one day, we went to the zoo for my cousin’s birthday and there was this enormous python-”

#vcaccepted #vchowlers