#<- look there for more context. teehee

[peterofthedrakes]

I RETURN!!!! kaito is beginning to get well and truly tired of this weird ass sherlock holmes nerd. take a HINT man!

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

What if you wanted to knit but your body said "arthritis induced depressive episode ONLY" t-t

In my state of Not Knitting I've mostly been playing bideo wames but also decided to indulge in my favourite past time of reading multi million word Korean webnovels. One of said webnovels features a metric fuck ton of Hot Pink Yarn. And a man I'm very normal about knitting things for a man he's very normal about. Including a cardigan.

Do I in any way need a hot pink cardigan knit specifically to mimic the one from the novel? Absolutely not. But I Want It. (Also I've been wanting to knit a cardigan for like a year now and keep changing my mind)

In the novel, the yarn used is from a monster sheep that's later dyed hot pink. I'm not willing to use real wool for this, so instead I'm going with acrylic and got some of Hobbii's Fluffy Day in Deep Pink. Which is just an eye watering colour (canonically the hot pink yarn is painful to behold) and comes personally recommended from a friend of mine. I also got a roll of a glitter thread also sold through Hobbii in pink. Both to make the overall cardigan more obnoxious but also to give it more of a "this is wool from a monster sheep" and not just acrylic yarn.

As for the actual cardigan, it's described as a "Handmade Hot Pink Long Cardigan" "roomy and had big pockets" "(while a wip) an elaborate knitting pattern". There's enough wiggle room I can do basically anything I want with this. But my brain has latched on to the word "elaborate" and won't let go. So as soon as I get my hands on The Yarn, I'm going to swatch for this cardigan pattern published by Vogue Knitting.

It's quite possible this yarn does Not work for that pattern but I want to try it anyway just to suffer. And if it does work, I'll have to grade up the pattern, and potentially make changes to the length of the cardigan (I bought quite a bit more yarn than I thought I'd need just in case). But this pattern just Feels Right, the guy who knits is constantly wearing designer clothes so knitting an actual designer pattern is perfectly in theme. I've also been informed that the Fluffy Day yarn is incredibly warm so having a bit of open work would help with heat regulation.

If I complete this cardigan within the next ten years and have extra yarn left over I'll be sure to knit the matching hat (including a pom-pom), scarf long enough for several people to use, and fingerless gloves. All in hot pink so bright it's probably going to give me several headaches. Read S-Classes I Raised it's so good it'ssogood

[taylor-titmouse]

hey i want to talk about how you should be promoting your work as an erotic author/illustrator

i'm writing this up because the marketing aspect of my work as an erotic author/illustrator is a science to me, and also because i'm the guy who gets unreasonably annoyed when i see other creators not properly advertising their work. you presumably want to make money off your work. this post will be written under the assumption you want to make money off your work but are doing a bad job at it. it will be very confrontational. if you read this and feel attacked you're right and i am attacking you.

this is geared toward selling erotic comics/writing/books/art as products. i will probably write more than one post about this subject so if i didn't touch on something you want to know more about, comment/send me an ask and i'll keep it in mind for the next one.

i will start with my first and least specific but most important point:

DON'T GET FUCKING CUTE

hi are you paying attention. i'm gripping you by the sides of your face. do not get fucking cute with what you are trying to sell. you are not a big enough property to get cute, nobody LIKES it when big properties get cute, and you are selling porn. you have to own this. you have to be up front about this. don't be tongue in cheek, don't be all teehee i wonder what this could be~, don't be secretive. you are selling a product. you have to fucking act like it. you are an adult selling pornography to other adults. i am GRIPPING your HEAD you NEED to understand this.

and to be clear when i say 'cute' i mean coy. i don't mean cutesy, as in the aesthetic. you can be as hello kitty pastel ten emojis a post uwu as you like when you're building your audience and generating hype. but when you start trying to sell, don't be vague, don't be sarcastic, don't mislabel your work as a joke and assume everyone is on it. because they're not.

you must always assume 75% of the people seeing the thing you are advertising have no fucking idea who you are. and that includes a huge chunk of the people who already follow you. they do not know who you are or what you've been working on for two months or why they should care about it. they just got here. somebody just reposted it. they are seeing it for the first time. most people are only looking at social media for a tiny chunk of their day. they are not keeping up with you. you cannot get cute about what you are trying to sell because nobody knows what it is until you tell them.

okay are you still with me. we are going to talk about clarity now.

YOU GOTTA TELL ME WHAT IT IS

good lord the amount of times i have gone to buy somebody's comic or book and had no idea what's actually in it or what it's about. who are the characters? why should i care about them? what do they do in it? what is the premise of this thing you want me to spend $5 on? why would you not tell me? i'm shaking you again. please i have to know what i'm buying i only have so much money to spend on porn.

porn, arguably more than any other genre, relies on knowing exactly what is in it. you do not want to surprise your readers with a kink they were unaware of! and on the flip side, you do not want to miss out on your target audience! if your book contains a hot spider babe laying eggs in an elf, you have to say so. not just so people who don't want to read about eggs know it isn't for them, but so the people who are egg crazy can see that and go "oh fuck YES i love EGGS here is my $5 and an extra $2 tip for catering to me specifically". a contents/features list is as much an advertisement as it is a warning!

as for re: who the characters are and why should i care, i'm sorry but you need to learn how to write sales copy. you have to write blurbs. you have to get good at the shit that goes on the back of a book. we all hate it but we have to do it. i want to know who the characters are and what the context is. i, personally, am not interested in contemporary stories as much as fantasy and historical. please tell me what genre this porn exists in so i know if it aesthetically appeals to me. pull some books off your shelves and see how they do it. hell man go look at mine.

while you're there, note that every single book of mine has a sample of what's in it. this feels like such a no-brainer to me but again! the amount of times i have gone to buy somebody's work and they don't show me what their work looks like! you gotta give me the first page or two! just enough that i know if i like the way your writing sounds, or the way you draw your comics! i don't know you! i am not going to trust that you're good at what you do just based on a cover. the cover is to get me to this step, it is not the only step. you have to show me that you're worth spending my money on!

to put it less cynically, you want to catch my interest. you want me to go 'oh i want to see more of this', you want me to go 'ahh i want to know where this goes!' you need to get me invested and craving more. earn my $5!!!

YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT EASY TO GIVE YOU MONEY

hey go look at your bio right now. go look at your pinned post. do you have a link to your patreon there? do you have a link to your itchio/gumroad/whatever? do i have to click more than once to get to the places you want me to go to give you money? why? why are you making me click twice? have we learned nothing from every website making you click an extra time when they make some stupid UI update and how much it pisses us off? i have already given up, i have forgotten you, i am not giving you my $5 today. put your links in the easiest places to get to them.

god literally as i was writing this post i went to go find somebody's itchio to see how they described their work and it was not anywhere on their profile. grabbing you and shaking you PUT THE LINK WHERE I CAN FIND IT. don't make it hard! make it easy! i am a dickhead sitting on the toilet scrolling, saw your post, and was interested enough to read further. but you made me go to your bio to find your linktree and oops i have already gone back to my timeline to look at the boobies in the next post. stop wasting precious bio space on DNIs and put your fuckin links there!!!

this is more for the twitter people, but: just put the link in the damn post. just say the word commission. just say it's for patreon. "wuh wuh the algorithm" it is not the damn algorithm it's that everybody hates advertising and nobody wants to retweet ads. putting slashes in the words doesn't do anything and you look like a fool. i have posted so much art that says it's 'a commission for ___" and it did exactly as good as any other art despite having the word commission in it. and by doing the slashes you just made it impossible for anybody to search your account for your commission information (which should be at the VERY LEAST in a post under your pinned tweet if you're not actively posting about them being open).

okay that went on a tangent i'm going to back to the point of putting the link in the tweet. put it in the first post. not in the first reply. don't tell them to go to your bio. put it in the post people are actually going to share. it's fine to put more information in the thread but people are only ever going to share the first post. so put the link there. you have to make it easy. putting links in tweets can hurt you algorithmically, even in the replies. so you're better off having it in the post that actually gets seen and shared. i don't want to open the tweet and scroll to get to your sales page where i ASSUME you will have put all the information anyway. put it in the tweet that just got retweeted by itself onto my dash!

also you have to share it a ton of times. i repost my shit every few hours when i'm trying to push a new product. as i said before people are not 24/7 looking at their timelines. they missed it the first time. they missed it the second time. they didn't get paid yet that week but they were after the eighth time and you reminded them again so they finally bought it. that i will still get sales every time i repost a book ad weeks after release says there are always people who missed it, or who only just showed up.

abandon your pride and shill. shills pay their bills. anyone who gets annoyed about it isn't giving you money in the first place. don't worry about looking like a sell out. don't apologize for plugging your own work. post about it often, post about it in different ways. post about it. post about it. you are not going to make money if people don't know you have something to sell them. if you want to make a career out of it, you need to act like it.

I DON'T HAVE A FOURTH POINT

kisses your forehead. i'm sorry for yelling at you. i've been making and publishing and selling adult art for the past two-three years and have got myself to the point where it pays my rent, and i got there by paying attention to what does and does not work.

please do your best to make money. i want you to make money.

as i said above i plan to write more posts on this subject, such as cover design, how to actually write sales copy, and best practices with running a patreon, but if there's things you would want to hear more about leave a comment or send an ask! i will probably be less aggressive on future topics. these are just things that have grinded my gears for a grip.

[sabertoothwalrus]

any art tips about writing funny scenarios? i feel like i understand drawing but ive been in a total writing rut, especially when it comes to comedy :/

I think the main thing to consider is What Is The Punchline.

Something I see often in beginner joke-writing is having too much after the punchline. You don't need to have character A dunk on character B, and then have characters C, D, & E all reacting to it. UNLESS the reaction is the punchline. Remember how funny vines were? A lot of that came from them being only 6 seconds, and often cut off at the end. The Abruptness can absolutely add to the timing.

The other main thing is that comedy = contrast. Yesterday was April Fool's Day, and something I was seeing a lot of people do (myself included) was make some kind of "announcement", and then say some variation of "haha sike!" The thing is, this only works if your audience could have realistically expected you to make that kind of announcement in the first place. If an artist who has been staunchly and vocally against AI art posts an AI image, then... that's not really a joke? Your followers will be confused, not only because you're acting out-of-character about an issue that's politically charged, but also because you're still using AI art.

My own version of this joke was to redraw an old comic, which is something I love doing! I love revisiting old media I used to like, and I love redrawing art to track my improvement. My followers (hopefully) know this about me. The twist was that the comic I redrew was voltron, specifically klance, because I have the experience to know this would give a lot of people a lot of whiplash. Even after almost 9 years, just simply seeing the characters was enough to send people careening into a weird spiral of nostalgia and fear for my sanity, because of how controversial the show and its fanbase had become. But since most of the controversy was because of extremely-online drama, it was ultimately harmless (and people that are genuinely still into the show got some new art for it teehee!) I'm going to use a recent comic I did as a another example.

^ this is a comic about Ace Attorney, but honestly you don't really need to know anything about Ace Attorney except that "7yg" is a shorthand the fandom used for "7 year gap".

Panel 1: Setting the expectation. it's during the pandemic, so it's normal for people to have hand sanitizer on them. A precedence has been established.

Panel 2: Additional Context. Phoenix rummages through his pockets, which tells the audience he has a lot of stuff in them, and that he's identifying objects more by touch than by sight.

Panel 3: Anticipation

Panel 4: The punchline! Oops, it was lube! Small bottles of lube DO look & feel very similar to bottles of hand sanitizer, but people-- especially during a global pandemic-- do not typically carry small bottles of lube on them. Personally, I think Phoenix Wright could be the kind of person to have lube on him (for any number of sexual or non-sexual reasons), but the audience doesn't necessarily need to know that about him. Part of the joke is the nonchalance in his reaction; all you need to know is that Phoenix himself is not that surprised or embarrassed about having lube with him, or about having just dispensed some of it into his friend's hands.

Comedy is hard to explain!! It's also not very funny to explain. It really takes a lot of practice, and everyone has different tastes in humor/context/expectations anyway, so you're never going to make everyone laugh. Knowing your audience will definitely help.

[o-sunny-day]

oh….. the THINGS i would give for a @forgettable-au movie……..

gang- okay…

The vision of Papyrus and Gaster at Wingdings’ funeral…. was so vivid in my head. And now its going to be there forever. and i have 0 complaints.

Dunno if any of you have played Omori, but SPOILERS!

the context to this is kinda like the Blackspace segment. Papyrus is in his head sorting out the shit he needs to sort out through metaphors n such. But Gaster is also there because he can do that because theyre the same person (IT MAKES SENSE)

I imagine that whole thing happens right after Papyrus regains all his wingdings memories like he gets knocked out or something- IM MAKING A LOT OF ASSUMPTIONS HERE LIKE HE MIGHT NOT EVEN REMEMBER, EVER!!! I REALLY HOPE HE DOES!!! BUT!!!

Just let me have my silly fanfics…

After a lot of fighting and agony over the question of WHO IS PAPYRUS? ESPECIALLY AFTER HE’S LEARNED TOO MUCH?

it ends with a somber scene of putting Wingdings to rest, letting his 2 halves live their own lives.

Papyrus asks “Why did you do this?” as in… Why did you bring me here? and why did you do what you did? throwing yourself into the void?

Gaster has the same answer for both of those questions

Thats my theory, I think a lot of Gaster/Wingdings’ ambition, in game and in comic, is just curiosity

TIME FOR SOME FUN LITTLE EASTER EGGS!!!

In the first frame, theres a raindrop in front of Papyrus’ eye socket, meant to allude to Wingdings’ eye lights.

Also the field is filled with Echo and Golden flowers. Echo represents Wingdings, and Golden represents Papyrus. Gaster is just Gaster, don’t worry about him

I also had fun making the save point star look sorta like a cross from the distance…cause yknow…heaven….TEEHEE

I got emotional putting “dearest brother” on the grave cause I couldnt put any more stuff like “closest friend” or “dear son”….Sans was kinda all he had…

and lastly heres some bonus behind the scenes stuff because I have enough room for it

some sketches, and a speedpaint with the best instrumental song ever made from the best liveaction movie ever made that has absolutely nothing to do with the forgettable au (Little Miss Sunshine - “THE WINNER IS”)

Highly recommend, 100/10, makes me UGLY SOB, think the undertale gang would like it (especially Papyrus and Undyne)

[existence-is-a-pain87]

With No Eyes I Weep

Part 3 to With Eyes I See (Part 1) and Without Eyes I'm Blind (Part 2). This a finale to a three part series, and I recommend reading the first two parts if you're new to this if ya would like context. No pressure though. :D

Yandere!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; dark themes; blood; death; murder; cannibalism; violence; and more. Please read with caution and, if you're a minor, please be extremely cautious.

Note: Nothing to say just yet, teehee. Hope yall enjoy the finale though and I wrap the series up well.

---

@amistakehadhappened

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Your screaming attracted others, naturally. Why wouldn't it?

But it wasn't the survivors you expected. Hell, what you hoped for. What you prayed for. What you wished for.

But your hopes truly went to die when you were approached by John Doe.

You stared up at him as he loomed over you, your screams dying on your tongue as your wings extended to shield you in case he tried to harm you.

You didn't even realize your screen was off.

He just stood over you, staring at your bandaged face and every aspect of your body. Then he crouched down, slowly reaching out to touch one of your wings.

You just panic and shove him away before running, eventually just climbing onto a tree and cowering.

Didn't the Forsaken Killers stay trapped in their own personal limbos? Was this your limbo, being trapped in a clone of the lobby except with Killers rather than Survivors? Why? WHY?!

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

You wrap your wings around yourself like you're trapped in a cacoon, desperately trying to figure anything out as you notice the red particles weakly emitting from your body, namely the eyes of your wings.

You stare at it, before hollowing asking. "Did you do this?"

The entity doesn't respond. Well, you suppose you should refer to it what it really is.

The Spectre.

You made a deal with the Spectre to get your sight back.

How didn't you figure this out earlier?! Why did it bring you here? Oh god- OH GOD-

You don't get to stay in the tree for long, though. The bough is easily snapped off by John and you squawk as you come crashing to the ground.

You're too stunned to fight back when he picks you up, placing a hand on your cheek. He hesitates, before whispering your name.

You can't stop yourself from perking up and looking directly at him when he says your name.

"..." You stay silent for a long moment, before booting up your screen. "...I'm sorry."

"...for what?" John asked you, staring at you as if you're beautiful.

"...for all the sins I've done, and for all the sins I have yet to do."

--☆☆☆--

Meeting the other Killers was quite awkward, so say the least. At the very least, less than half of them knew you previously, so perhaps everything would be fine and peaceful.

Oh, how wrong you were.

The moment your name exited your lips, c00lkidd was upon you with a tight hug and sobs of "Mom! Mom!!"

Even if he was now roughly nine feet tall and loomed above you, he was still a child who missed you. You hugged him back, of course. Why wouldn't you?

Jason ignored your existence, which made sense. All they did was nod slightly to acknowledge you.

1x1x1x1 barely spared you any mind. Then again, all you knew was their creator and not them, so it made sense why they barely cared about you.

You didn't notice how they stared at you whenever you weren't paying any attention to them. That hungry, greedy stare.

You tried to ignore Mafioso as his head seemed to snap up at your name, and how they seemed to watch you as you met the other Killers, John hovering around you like a guard dog of sorts.

NOL1 didn't even look up until c00lkidd hugged you, before his eye widened and he started to cat call you.

He ceased after a death glare from John, but you figured it wouldn't be the end of it.

Pr3tyPriincess just said, "Oh thank god, someone else who at least looks like a girl" when she saw you, and Bluudud just wasn't there. Probably off streaming somewhere.

Guest 666 saw you and quite literally sprinted towards you. You were practically tackled in a tight hug, and felt awkward watching as they bickered with John over who you should be around right now. You tried to pay it no mind, hoping they wouldn't be as... obsessive, as before.

You did note they never one apologized or tried to talk about your argument.

You didn't bring it up either.

And you let out a sob of joy when Gubby came bounding towards you and right into your arms.

Everything seemed fine, even if you had to kill people in rounds every couple of days or so. Though you could probably try to avoid harming others as much as possible if your curse still functioned the same.

If only you knew then...

But the moment Azure approached you, all hell broke lose.

Screams ripping from your throat, feathers being wildly sent back as you used your wings to try and keep him away, stumbling back as any human composure you had gave way to animalistic terror.

You didn't dare say what he did to you. Didn't dare let him get close.

But he didn't get too close after that.

It didn't stop him from following you around at a distance, watching over you as their tendrils writhed and twisted when you looked back at them, trying to court you as if they were a bird with impressive displays and such.

As if any of that could mend any of the damage he has done.

--☆☆☆--

This round's Killer is

You took a breath as your name appeared after that text. After your identity was revealed to the Survivors.

This would be fine.

...

You couldn't ignore how your vision was worsening, a clear sign of you needing to eat soon.

But why? You ate recently. Just before coming here, in fact. You should have more time. Far more time.

Was this the Spectre pressuring you into killing? Forcing you due to your desperation to see?

You didn't know. You just hated the uncertainty.

But, you would make do. Eat, while frantically apologizing and hoping they would forgive you upon respawning in the lobby.

Or perhaps they'd hate you. Perhaps that would be better. Because then there would be no more obsession if they didn't like you, right?

At the very least, you could kill Two Time. And you figured you find joy in that. Find glee in the pain on their face.

If that made you a bad person, it was worth it. Worth it to finally get a bit of fucking revenge for what they did to you.

And once you spawned, the hunt was on.

Your abilities were unique as a killer. You had the classic Slash (where you'd use your talons to main a victim slightly). Your passive allowed you to take whatever damage you did to survivors and use it to heal yourself (plus improve your sight) and give you minor boosts in speed and damage when you got a kill.

You had an ability that essentially allowed you to teleport to a survivor you had damaged by flying and crashing down into the ground, something you only could describe as a variation to Jason's Behead that was more of a stunner than a damage dealer, with you inflicting Slow II upon a successful hit, and something that essentially allowed you to reveal all Survivors location on the map by using your magic.

You were, to put it lightly, a LMS nightmare no one would want to deal with.

This was fine, you could make this all work. You always could.

You had a specific target in mind, after all.

You darted about, screen glowing as the dark environment didn't phase you.

It was easy to find the survivors. Hell, most of them seemed to be actively searching for you.

But Two Time wasn't even hidden. And when you loomed above him, he merely looked over at you with a smile.

A smile you despised.

It was maniac, yet adoring. The smile you gave someone you loved, though warped with obsession.

"Hello, little bird." They mused at you, reaching up to touch your cheek, and you flinched at the contact. The lack of any fear in the action sent shivers down your spine. "...you're going to kill me, aren't you?"

"I'm going to devour you while you're still alive." You told them, purposefully trying to scare them. To make them fear you so they'd stop obsessing over you. "I'm going to rip your body apart and eat it. I'm going to leave you alive as long as possible so you suffer."

"I'm honored for the blessing." Two Time told you, looking adoringly at you.

"I'm going to make you feel as much pain as possible."

"Every bit of pain you give me is a gift from you, and I will cherish it." They replied, unphased.

"...you should fight back. Be angry."

"I won't." They told you, "I wouldn't dare harm your beautiful form."

"...I hate you."

They smile. "I know."

--☆☆☆--

Eating Two Time both made you want to throw up and made you feel more glee.

But you felt disgusted by how he relished in you feasting upon him. The pleasure evident on his face as you ripped into his body and devoured, keeping him alive for as long as you could until it sunk in he was... enjoying this.

You then killed him quickly after that and finisned him off, trying to hold in the bile that rose in your throat by his adoration and joy.

At the very least, your eyesight was better afterwards. But...

God you felt starved.

...

Oh god, the Spectre made it so you never felt satisfied after eating so you'd eat more. So you'd kill more.

Even without your eyes, you felt tears sting them. Your bandages got moist with the tears that leaked out of whatever remained.

You almost threw up. You barely held it down.

You just stood up and started to move again. You could hold yourself back, couldn't you? You didn't need to kill. Your eyesight was fine. You could ignore the starvation.

You had to. Right?

You just roamed this map a bit, trying to find a good spot to hole up so you wouldn't have to deal with any other survivors. But they found you.

"Babe? BABE!!" Chance's voice ripped through the air, and you flinched. Your feathers were ruffled as you looked over at Chance speeding towards you, before practically tackling you in a hug.

You let out a squawk as you tumbled to the ground, Chance squeezing you tightly as he talked at a thousand miles an hour. You realized he was both restraining you and hugging you at the same time, and you respected him for it.

"Oh my god- what happened to you?! Why- what did I miss? Who hurt you? Who's responsible for this?!"

"Love," You say, your tail tentatively poking him, "I can't breathe."

"I- I'm sorry. I can't let you go." Chance tells you, grimacing, "Can't risk you... killing me."

"I'm not going to do that..." You remark, "But... I understand. It's okay."

It wasn't hard to tell he barely held himself together. They were not taking you being a Killer well... at all. You didn't blame them. You just tentatively stretched out a wing and wrapped it around them as a hug.

That just made him break down sobbing. You let him cry, giving him a moment of peace before you got punched square in the head.

Letting out a panicked caw as you felt dazed, you immediately fluffed out your wings as Chance let go.

You laid on the ground in a daze as Chance told someone off, before managing to turn your head to stare at Guest 1337 as he argued with Chance about not fighting off the Killer.

You just stand up, feeling pangs of hunger clawing at your stomach, and you feel desperate to not snap and eat one of them. So you dart off, not noticing the miserable look Chance has when you're gone.

You just holed up until the timer ran out and hid in your cabin, not wanting to talk with anyone.

You didn't know how Two Time bragged to the other survivors about how you ate him.

--☆☆☆--

Interacting with Mafioso was... awkward.

He loomed over you, as you shuffled there awkwardly, holding Gubby in your arms.

"I- uh- heard you took care of Gubby before I showed up." You said, avoiding eye contact (mostly since you had none and his were hidden), "Thank you for that."

He just stared down at you, before suddenly saying, "I apologize."

"...wha?" You chirp out, startled, "What'dya mean?"

"My goons went to the wrong house," He tells you, arms crossed, "You weren't the right person we were going after. My boss told me that if I didn't find you and apologize, I was as good as dead. Shame that came to be before I met you."

You stare at him as he finishes, "I just wanted to finally do what I was told."

"...I don't know what to really think about that..." You murmur. What Mafioso's goons did never really was in the front of your mine. Yeah, they hurt you. But... you didn't resent them nearly as much as you did for Azure and Two Time.

You stood there, lost in your thoughts as Mafioso sighed and ruffled the hair on the top of your head. "Your rabbit's cute. Lemme know if you need any help looking after him."

You merely nod, and you both go your separate ways. Though it was the beginning to a friendship of sorts.

...

...

...

There were more friendships among the other Killers. Even if they became unhealthy quick.

--☆☆☆--

You didn't like how often you were chosen as the Killer in rounds. What you enjoyed even less was how more and more people seemed willing to let them eat you the moment they learned you did that to see.

You wanted to put a stop to it. But you didn't. And you didn't know why.

You told yourself it would be fine if they hated you. But all you could do was nervously tell them no.

The moment they learned of your constant hunger and how only eating people helped to satiate it?

Everyone you knew refused to let you take no as an answer.

The only one who really had any semblance of sense was Guest 1337, and that was because he refused to trust you.

At the very least, he'd let you have a short conversation with him as you tried to avoid the others. He made you feel... normal. Or at least, not like you were some being who deserved worship.

He listened to you, and you listened to him and did your best to offer advice. Eventually, he warmed up to you a bit.

You were so relieved you didn't notice he too became obsessed too.

...

You did notice. You just deluded yourself into ignoring it.

You were just so tired...

--☆☆☆--

You hated the obsession. You hated how it just worsened here and now. No one you spoke to was safe.

Even if you still were dating Chance on a technicality, it didn't stop any of the love directed at you. It didn't stop the others from fighting with him.

It made everything a Hell. A Hell you couldn't escape from.

When you broke up with Chance out of fear for his safety, he didn't take it well. And god, it made everything for you so much worse.

You gave up on it all, holing up in your cabin and only really talking to Mafioso, Gubby, and the children.

During rounds, you just slaughtered and tried to end it all as quickly as possible. Though they slowly learned your strategies. They survived and kept trying to speak with you.

Eventually though they'd just started ganging up on you and doing... things.

The things would vary. Usually, they'd just talk to you and get upset when you didn't reply. They would always be one of them who let you eat them, though.

You hated them. You hated them all.

And god, you were so fucking done.

Why the hell did it have to be you? Why did you die and be reborn into this world? Why did you have to be found out? Why did they adore you?

So many whys and no answers. You hated it. You hated it so much.

So you were going to put an end to it, though any means necessary.

"..."

You sat alone in your cabin, having asked Mafioso to look after Gubby for a bit. You stared at your unfurled wings, your screen blank as you breathed. As you shook. As you prepared yourself.

Them you spoke.

"Spectre, I want to make another deal."

...

...

...

...

...

You don't regret what you did.

And you know you never will.

After all, you were never an angel.

You never wanted to be worshipped. You never wanted this attention.

You've dealt with it long enough.

...

...

...

...

...

...

You didn't know the Spectre had the ability to do this. But it felt weird.

Everything was different. But you loved having eyes again. And being an entirely new person was nice.

Of course, it came at a cost. Everything did.

But exchanging dozens of yanderes for one was something you enjoyed much more. Even if that yandere was a humanoid version of the Spectre. It would be fine. You knew it would be.

You just took a breath, staring at the clear blue sky in the living world as you glanced over at it.

"Thank you."

It nodded, content.

You smiled, feeling the wind gently caressing your cheeks. You let out a quiet sigh, feeling bliss for the first time in months. Real, genuine bliss.

And from your eyes came tears of joy.

[pinkplasticfangs]

Ya got any other head canons abt the characters >:D?

I do!! I love worldbuilding, and forsaken has juuust enough vagueness for me to go a little crazy lol, ill make a rough lil list!!

- (partially inspired by the fact irl 007n7 is good at piano and acoustic guitar) 007n7 plays a little bit of music late at night on the balcony of the cabins, in the hopes c00lkidd will hear him and it'll lull him to sleep just a bit easier

- While Elliot would NEVER admit this, and 007n7/c00lkidd's hacking did long lasting tangible damage,,,, he sort of needed the break in his hellish schedule LOL

- Elliots gotta be the most straight-edge little nepo baby in Robloxia, he's probably never been to a club other than to deliver something gjkdhkdj. A rave might kill the poor bastard. He thought the first like, minute of 007n7/c00lkidd's hacking with all the flashing lights and blasting music was kind of mesmerizing and cool before the whole "oh shit the store is on fire" kicked in

- If Elliot really IS locked up somewhere like the ARG implies,,, maybe he’s specifically locked up in his own limbo outside of rounds, separately from the survivors, sort of like the killers

- C00lkidd and Mia would be friends, much to the dismay of their guardians

- We don't have a ton of info on how Noob got forsaken, but I imagine it was probably related to their drinking problem. Maybe it got a little out of control when their grief over Guest 666 finally hit?

- Noob is a party animal whose nature got them into the most strange, obscure places with the most strange, obscure items and people. They know a lot of stuff they probably shouldn't lol

- I'm kinda fond of ObliviousHD and Matt Animatez's interpretations of Guest 666, particularly with the Bloxwatch stuff. Combined with Forsaken it paints this picture of a young kid who died, came back fucked up and wrong, and is struggling to maintain normalcy and good relationships for several years until they fuck up every friendship they have, give up, and give into whatever pit has been beckoning them. Its tragic i love it lol

- I like to think Shedletsky and 1x1x1x1 are the result of Telamon getting his shit rocked and split in two by the admins in the Ye Olden Days. Probably over some typical greek god level drama too.

- All the admins are old as shit, just in different ways. Builderman is just straight up immortal while maybe Shedletsky (and 1x1x1x1 in extension) reincarnates over and over, changing a bit each time. I might flip this between the two bc Builderman has had sooo many design changes over the years but eh, i need to give it a bit more thought

- Jason kinda.... bores me as he is. I think with the context of what Area 51 might actually be in the world of Roblox (maybe just a fun scary experience in an amusement park kinda way, maybe an actual facility thats stored somewhere), maybe hes just this... robot, vessel, what have you, thats had these memories shoved in his skull and is acting on his programming, with no purpose outside of it. It'd be cool if we got more context to who Jason was in the facility and whatever the fuck happened there so we can connect to him a little more

- The Spectre's realm is this bizzaro extension of the Banlands, composed of banned and nonbanned (maybe duped?) items/maps/servers. If you look around for long enough you could probably find weird contraband stuff. If the Spectre isn't the one supplying the survivors food, then they probably gather in groups to go find and live off of it

I probably have more but that's all I can remember teehee

[ruegarding]

Wait what's the tea on Wotg makin' Percabeth even worse? /gen /nf

tldr; rick is continuing his trend of having annabeth imply that she thinks her bf is stupid (u can see what i mean by trend here). this is coupled w a lot of ableism: acting like percy is too stupid to function and removing annabeth's disabilities so she can be a girl boss while refusing to address their mental health. this is supposed to make percabeth look cute, somehow, but instead comes off as mean-spirited at best.

first, to establish context, percy's incredibly overworked,

(he's also on the swim team) and bc of this percy is falling asleep in class and waking up in a panic. this is never addressed seriously despite being a series abt disability. as if that wasn't enough, percy also is never shown to enjoy any of his classes and is frequently written to be stuggling w his grades, just in case u forgot he was stupid (he also is written w the ableist stereotype of being lazy abt school work, too, instead of, you know, disabled). his main motivation is that annabeth will be successful with or without him so he better not be a stupid failure.

completely ignoring percy was the one who wanted to go to nru. also, zero mentions for the accommodation percy is receiving for his disabilities (nor annabeth's, but she's written like they don't exist so).

and then percy says that annabeth's friend, hana, doesn't like him bc she doesn't think he's good enough for annabeth, going on to think yeah that's fair. this is never addressed bc it's supposed to be a cute percabeth and #girl boss annabeth moment. then percy makes a joke (?) that annabeth's friends are gossiping abt how annabeth can stand to date him when he's too stupid to understand architecture when percabeth walks away to talk. this is not a percabeth win and i'm genuinely not sure how anyone on rick's team thought it was.

then there's this:

just in case u forgot, percy is the stupid one and annabeth is the smart one. teehee.

and, in relation to ignoring their mental health, annabeth talks abt putting spider webs all over hecate's mansion (bc she wants to make a haunted house), which rick says is ok bc it's not spiders. except part of annabeth's huge traumatic fight w arachne was being covered in spiderwebs that literally pulled her into tartarus. so. weird plotline. similarly, percy has a bit abt having nightmares abt cereberus, which is equally stupid. i talked abt it here. not necessarily percabeth but worth mentioning for context. oh, and percy also bodily-fluid-bends later in the book w no comment except annabeth's shocked expression. correction: while percy does bodily-fluid-bend w no fanfare, annabeth is not there. percy poison-bends in front of annabeth w no comment.

rick then keeps poking fun at how percy and annabeth would make great parents. which. they're seventeen. btw. but yeah anyway percy would make a great dad bc he's got the funny dad jokes (bc he's stupid. haha get it). annabeth would make a great mom bc she's soooooo nurturing what w taking care of a puppy who decides to call her mom and taking care of her stupid idiot useless boyfriend. i wish this was a joke. more on this later.

the line "[annabeth] looked surprised—me comforting her, kind of switching things up" is self explanatory and written specifically to piss me off.

this passage,

which sucks for many reasons, but especially bc this is rick trying to rewrite book canon w show canon despite very easy ways to include this without acting like percy is an idiot who just didn't notice for the past THREE BOOK SERIES (like a war that took place recently where chiron was injured idk just an idea). instead, percy has to take the fall for rick's error and annabeth has to act like her bf is the stupidest person on earth.

btw, did i mention that annabeth is ahead in her classes and percy sucks at school? teehee.

wow, it's like annabeth's dyslexia isn't even there!

now, it may seem that i'm exaggerating percy's incompetence.

this is a real quote from the book.

so is this!

and this.

and—u get the point. rick is acting like percy hasn't outsmarted his opponents bc his personality is stupid and annabeth's personality is reduced down to having the brain cell.

then, percy has a moment where his empathy shines thru and he's allowed to succeed at something (for the first time in the book), except he has to put himself down to make annabeth feel better. bc we can't have percy feeling good abt himself since it makes annabeth look bad. or something. idk.

again, there is no exploration of percy's self-esteem or their myriad of trauma.

to make up for all the times percy was treated like an idiot, annabeth says percy is "a pretty smart guy,"

which is a surprise to her despite them having known each other for five years.

furthermore, rick is writing percy w a sort of incompetence towards household tasks that is, quite frankly, sexist. here is a good post on how it mirrors weaponized incompetence and here is another one abt the disturbing nature of mom-ifying annabeth. i should make it clear annabeth provides percy food in multiple scenes while percy does adjacent to nothing. she also tucks him into bed like a child in one scene and gets nicknamed "mom" by a dog that pees on her (AND she cleans up the pee while percy does nothing).

so, wottg is essentially 300 pages of mean-spirited bullying from all sides. none of the humor shines through these jokes, none of the facetiousness, like hey isn't it funny that percy is really smart but sometimes completely oblivious, is there. there is no comedic disparity between percy's power and skill and his ability to trip over his feet bc there are no impressive feats of power and skill (anything that would count are immediately brushed off). comments abt percy learning to tie his own shoes w his newfound octopus tentacles don't land in a book where he's acting like he cannot have thoughts without annabeth. and there's no grace to be given bc at no point in any of this handled as a serious exploration of percy's insecurities despite the ample opportunity to do so.

then, when percy isn't being hounded w vitriol, annabeth is being reduced to a sexist caricature of a woman. it does not make percabeth look good in any way.

finally, i need to make it clear that however bad this breakdown makes the books seem, it is worse. i summarized and skipped over a ton of stuff for my own sanity.

[lamnwar]

Sweet Boy ♡ // Akashi Seijurō x Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!

A/N: when I tell you that I somehow always manage to write about that dude as if I worship him fr it's insane 😫 Context: you really lucked out when you managed to pull Seijurō Akashi. Warnings: Akashi has a praise kink, blowjob, reader swallows (teehee 🤭), reader is a bit of a worshipper, mention of fingering, brief makeout, missionary sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names ("good boy", "sweet boy")

Seijurō Akashi is a lot of things. He’s always been, and it seems that he’s destined to be the one to bear a thousand responsibilities. Maybe this is what comes with being the unique son of a rich family, or maybe he’s put that burden upon himself by taking roles of leadership from his youngest age. Captain of his basketball team for most of his education, the top student since forever, even taking the top spot in one of the toughest degrees at a top university. You’ve never known him to be the lowkey kind, the kind of guy that you wouldn’t notice unless you’re really pay attention. No, he is bright and commanding, so much so that for the longest time you couldn’t tell how you managed to pull him. He seems too good for you, like a star out of reach while you are, like everyone else, just a worm on Earth blinded by him. How can someone be so perfect, so well put together?

But the Seijurō that lays in your arms at night is far from who he’s perceived to be, that much is certainty. There’s something about the kindness in his eyes and the goodness with which he treats you that makes you fall in love even more each time. It doesn’t make sense; for all you know, love can’t be that endless, can it? And yet, you are proven wrong everyday, when he looks at you, when he smiles at you, when he kisses you.

Such a soft creature, under all that layer of authority and perfectionism. Maybe you’re the only one who’s ever seen him like that, but you rather not comfort yourself in that belief – it’d be a much too strong stroke on your ego. Being the one with whom Seijurō Akashi lets his guards down completely, allowing himself to be seen like he’s never been seen before. Just a sweet boy – which you are deeply convince is his true nature – who loves you to the moon and back, and even beyond.

“Seijurō, you know I love you, right?” you never fail to remind him every time you kiss under the glim light of your bedroom.

He hums, or maybe purrs, like a cat indulging in the affection of another. It’s cute, and it makes your heart jump to see him like that. His hands tighten on your waist as you whisper sweet words of affection against his lips between kisses.

Smooch. I love you. Smooch. So fucking much I can’t even understand it myself. Smooch. You’re so pretty, Seijurō. Let me love every inch of you.

He swears under his breath, dark eyes shining like a thousand stars when he looks at you. He must have done something extraordinary in his past life to have you in his arms in this one. The sweetness of your tongue against his makes his heart melt, and he holds your face close and tight, like he fears your sudden disappearance if he’s not touching you. You giggle, pecking his lips.

“Sei, I’m right here, you know?”

He stares at you, his gaze at first incredulous, before it softens, just like his grip on your face. You’re right, you’re here, and for what he knows with certainty, you’re not going anywhere. He lets you pull his shirt of his body, the softness of your touch against his milky skin soothing his soul like nothing else can. There’s something in the way your fingers trace his perfect skin, and how the sweet kisses that follow right after makes the hair on his arms raise. The sudden twitch of his cock when you look at him with love and lust in your irises – hell, you haven’t touched him there yet that he’s already straining against the fabric of his underwear. You chuckle at the sight; it’s adorable, honestly.

“Ah... love, you’re teasing too much” he huffs in a small laugh.

You wouldn’t say so yourself – in fact, you’re not doing enough. But Seijurō entirely disagrees. Your simple presence is enough to feel like an invitation for more. He can’t help but tangle his fingers in your hair, ever so gently pushing your head lower in hopes that you’ll grace him with the caress of your lips where he needs it the most. You hum, leaving a last kiss to his navel before leaning back, a smile painted on your lips.

“Get rid of your pants f’me.”

He doesn’t hesitate twice to slide the fabric off his legs, and it an act of impatience that would surprise everyone else, he removes his boxers in the same move. Seijurō himself is fairly taken aback by his hurry – so uncharacteristic, but when he’s with you, he doesn’t care to keep up the façade. Every soft gasp and weak moan, everything that makes him so different from who he usually his; not having to be perfect, not having to be impeccable because you love him so much when he’s a mess.

“So pretty Sei... can I suck you?” You purr, face nuzzled against his hardened cock as your fingers trace the veins on the shaft.

That alone is enough for him to lose his mind, something primitive urging him to grab you and ravage you with nothing but pure, instinctive lust for you. But he holds on to the bit of self-control he has, and nods.

“Go ahead love, I can’t refuse you anything.”

His words are punctuated by a tender laugh, almost as tender as your tongue as it licks his tip. He shudders – you really don’t waste your time, huh. You start off nice and gentle, it’s almost how unbearable. Every small lick and every stroke of your hand at his base setting his insides on fire.

Oh, how he’d kill to just feel the warmth of your mouth...

And eventually he does. He can’t tell when, how... all he knows is the way his aching dick twitch from the feeling of you. You look up at him, gaze entranced by the sight of his writhing.

“Sei!” you whimper around him, the vibration of your voice coming out of your mouth resonating against the sensitive skin of his tip, “You’ll come in my mouth, right? You taste so good...”

His breath hitches – how can such lewd words sound so... loving? It’s not even a stroke to his ego, but a genuine expression of your feelings towards him. Your Seijurō, that tastes like heaven in your mouth, and even more when he comes down your throat.

The drunk look on your face when his hips buck forward, shoving his cock deeper down the abyss of your mouth, drawing hums of pleasure out of you. Each time you look at him, only to meet a work of art. His chest rising to his erratic breath, his muscles contracting in a desperate attempt not to come too fast, and the furrowing of his eyebrows as he focuses on the feeling.

“Fuck... ah!”

You can feel your panties soak from simply hearing his huffs, watching him lose his composure the faster you bob your head, the deeper you take him, the more languidly you swerve your tongue around his cock. He groans, unable to stop his release anymore.

“Come for me Seijurō, you’re so handsome when you come” you hum before sucking him through the last seconds before he lets go.

You hum, your voice a song in his ear as he lets out spurts of his sweet cum down your throat. And you swallow all of it, ravishing in its taste. The look of bliss on your face alone could get him rock hard again, and he can’t think straight anymore. A dazed-out gloss in his eyes when you let him go, thumb swiping away the drool coating your plump lips. You crawl to him, kissing him to get him out of his secondary state.

“You’re such a sweet boy” you praise as you kiss him, leaving the taste of him on his tongue. “The sweetest.”

He chuckles, and in a swift move pushes you to your back. Time becomes the most abstract concept when he sees you like this, splayed under him, your lips coated thinly by saliva and your eyes... oh, your eyes. Begging, pleading, praying for him to make love to you. To let himself melt into you, so you could feel a little less insane about how you feel about him. So you’d know with certitude that you aren’t the only obsessed one – though, how can you not be? Even when he’s the desperate man that strips you off your clothes right now, he’s still the most beautiful being you’ve ever seen. The sight itself making your cunt drench, the guttural need for him seeping through your folds and coating your inner thighs.

“You want me that much, sweets?” he asks, somehow surprised by your wetness.

“Sei! What are you surprised about?” you chuckle “you’re my pretty boy, of course I want you.”

“Yeah? You’re too nice to me...” he coos, finger gathering your juices as a testament of your excitement.

“Barely.”

“Then I guess I should fuck you good, hm? Give back for all your kindness.”

You nod eagerly, covering his face in kisses while his fingers tease your sweet cunt. Slow, tender moves, just to feel you and make you yearn for him even more than you already are. Your lips quiver, short pleading whimpers leaving your lips. You need him now.

And to your contentment, so does he. His pretty cock stands proudly between your legs, impatiently waiting for the warm embrace of your pussy. At this moment, not a single thought can cross your mind. No, because it’s filled to the brim with Seijurō. The honeyed taste of his lips, the skilled touch of his fingers that fires up your skin, and the pleasurable sting of his dick sinking in your cunt. You’re entranced, enchanted.

“So pretty...” you mutter between soft whimpers of pleasure.

Your words are enough to take him to the moon, the grip on your thighs tightening as he spreads you open more, pushing deeper. He swears – one of the rare occasions in which you’ll ever hear him use foul language. He can’t help it, not when you whine such nice words in his ear.

Forehead pressed to yours as he thrusts to the perfect rhythm, he lets out the most beautiful sounds against your skin. Your fingers find his hair, slightly tugging into it as you fill his ear with sugar.

“Such a nice boy, Sei...”

“No one – ah! No one fucks me better than you.”

“Such a good boy, hm, gonna come for me again, yeah? You know I love it when you fill me, love.”

He grits his teeth, the song of your praise making his cock leak shamelessly. Your eyes struggle to fixate on him, to your own dissatisfaction. Seijurō Akashi is the most beautiful when he comes. You hold tight to him, fingers digging in his skin as he brings you to your orgasm. You shake and squirm, keeping him in an almost deadly embrace.

“Fuck!”

In a last few messy thrusts, he lets go and fills you to the brim, obediently responding to your previous request to do so. He doesn’t pull out yet; your pussy is heaven. And you keep him close to your body, close to your heart.

The organ pulses in your chest, pulsing in his. You could melt on the spot like honey in the sun. What have you done to be blessed like that? To have him in your arms like that?

Aren’t you blessed by the heavens, to have such a sweet boy all for you?

[kuiinncedes]

quotes i’ve taken pics of from cog and coi (i’ve been rly picky for some reason LOL like it’s just quotes i kinda can’t get past/keep thinking abt) and why r almost all of them alastair favorite character confirmed ig LOL

ok bruh i am now finally reading chain of iron lol

[loopyn3]

Great God Grove spoilers/character discussion ahead!

And some spoiler-y doodles

About Hector because of course it’s about him.

His entire arc is just so melancholic and tragic,

If I may, I’ve been taking a sort of deeper look into his mental goop so-to-speak, and I feel like his jealousy/anger surrounding King can be read in a lot of different contexts. It almost seems like it didn’t stop at simply King being the hot new thing and him being nervous he’d lose his place, but more so the idea that King didn’t have to change all that much about herself to be as deified as she seems. From what we know she’s very confident with herself, her God form even being pretty faithful to how she looks as a human(mentioned in the art book which you should totally go buy, it’s so lovely seeing all the concept art and the commentary is such a treat :]).

Meanwhile it’s kind of implied that Hector really had to claw his way up the spire, working tirelessly to help people, yes, but also to earn his place amongst the gods. He’s stressed out of his mind, he’s always working- I really can’t imagine he was all that stable to begin with in terms of self-identity/worth.

Plus, most if not all his relationships seem to be tied to this one purpose. I can’t imagine the thought of “if I fail I won’t have anything or anybody to go back to.” hasn’t crossed his mind AT LEAST once.

I reblogged a post showing screenshots of Robart and Peeps talking about how, as a human, he tended to act concerningly selflessly, almost seeming desperate. That really doesn’t come across as a normal reaction to just wanting to do good by people, at least not in a ‘normal’ capacity.

Hector, to me at least, comes across as a very self-critical guy. He’s always striving to do good by others… but also to be praised and adored by them. I can only imagine after so many years of toiling away, feeling that pressure building more and more to do well, spending years of his life hoping that he’ll be voted in that he’s sort of lost a piece of himself to this whole process? Something something ship of Theseus.

There’s this thing that happens when a project consumes your life, when it almost seems like your entire life’s purpose is built around this one thing that, once it’s done, it really doesn’t feel like you’ve accomplished anything. What’s left is this sort of numb emptiness, the absence of said purpose.

What are you supposed to do, then? Now that it’s over? Is there anything left for you to do?

Did you even have a purpose in the first place?

So you desperately grasp for new projects, trying to find anything to fill that ever present void that just seems to never go away no matter how many sleepless nights you spend working and working and working-

Or maybe I’m reading too deep into it teehee

Point is, Hector is just so important he is my reason to wake up in the morning he means so much to me asjfkkfksfc ;;;;;

[michaelscorneroftheinternet]

ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!

IT'S ABOUT TIME I GIVE SOME LOVE TO MY FAVORITE CREATORS!!!

And by love I mean scream my lungs out-

@strange0-0storm

Bro your character SMG8 has me in a chokehold!

He had me with music. I mean hell I'm listening to music right now while writing this (Digital Hallucination by OR3O) and was when drawing this. I listen to music constantly for inspo. I can imagine sitting and vibing with SMG8 just sharing music together.

Your art style specifically is a big love of mine. I very much envy how you draw SMG8's teeth-

@ominus-potato

BRO....

I literally originally started lurking around your page just finding Marware a fun crack ship but at this point you've dragged me into this ship full on. I'm a sucker for idiot with a charismatic partner. Will always remind me of Roger and Jessica Rabbit.

I continuously look forward to any post of yours! <3

@purpdrawsthings

WHERE TO EVEN START WITH YOU BUDDY-

BRO I SWEAR EVERY TIME I WAKE UP AND SEE A MENTION FROM YOU I GET A GOOFY ASS SMILE ON MY FACE! YOUR ART IS CONSISTENTLY AMAZING!

Your love for all my Aus and me and my friends au brings a smile to both our faces!!!!

@misskamilyvision

YOU.

WHEN I FREAKING GET YOU!!! YOUR LITTLE LORE BITS HAVE BEEN DRIVING ME INSANE!!!

I SWEAR ONE MORE AND I MIGHT COMBUST!

STOP BEING SO GOOD AT SAYING SO MUCH AND SO LITTLE IN ONE POST!!!

Not to mention but the fanart you have done for me in the past still brings a smile to my face whenever I find it in my fanart folder!

Never stop being so dang creative!

@grinnames

Hhiiiiiiiiii buddyyyyyy~

Fun tid bit about God Box AU Michael.

They know we exist.

They can see us.

Past the screen.

Teehee! But that out of the way your GodBox AU posts are always a pleasure to see! As someone who loves some good horror I lovingly enjoy each post!

I look forward to another lore drop on those bois. Especially maybe more of Mario as I'm intrigued about our spaghetti loving Italian.

@its-a-me-mango

Aye it's the doc!

The one and only Mango!

Your art is consistently just great eye candy for me.

Though I must repeat as I did to KamilyVision....

STOP DROPPING SUCH VAGUE LORE WITH LITTLE CONTEXT!!!! /J

IMMA FUCKING LOSE IT WITH THIS SHIT!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MAN?! FMSKKDNFBDKWLKJFOSLWJBD

@tiredsmashbros

YOU....

I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU BUCKO!!!!

STOP JUMPSCARING ME WITH FANART MAN!!! YOUR GONNA FRY MY DAMN CIRCUITS!!! YOU MAKE IT SEEM LIKE ITS NOT A BIG DEAL!??!!?! AND YOUR MOST LATEST ONE BEING FOR PRACTICE?! FUCKING HELLO?! LOOKS LIKE A FULL MASTERPIECE TO ME!!!

SO IN RETURN IM GIVING YOU FANART OF YOURSELF WITH ME FUCKING TEASING YOU!!! BITE ME!

@coralalala64

Youuuuuuuu........

Your damn angst almost every FREAKING TIME feels like you are personally putting your hand through my chest and yanking out my heart and squeezing it like it's a damn squeaker from a squeaky toy!

STOP BREAKING MY DAMN HEART!!!!!

YOU ARE SO STUPIDLY TALENTED AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE WITH ALL THE WORK YOU DO!!!!

Keep up the good work but if I see another angst post anytime soon I'm going to implode and I'm taking you with me. /J

Okay that's all of you!

But yeah, hi all you lovely creators! You all are big inspirations of mine and I adore all your works in a unique way. Plenty of the things you all create have inspired me within my own art and series Change in Script! You guys are honestly amazing!

I can't wait to see what you all continue to create within or outside of the SMG4 community!

[yakool-foolio]

Making a Hundred Line bingo card is tougher than I thought cause half of my ideas are already being theorized with solid evidence and it's like 'well now I dunno if I should put it there cause it'd be too easy if it ends up being true.'

I'm mainly referring to a Twitter thread I've seen about Eito having a hemoglobin disease. This is definitely gonna have implications for how Eito could permanently die, isn't it?

If he uses the infuser too often, it could mean he runs out of blood real fast and can't replenish red blood cells quick enough to make up for all the blood he's losing while fighting. Not to mention that it doesn't look like he's getting any proper medical attention for his condition other than 'teehee hemoanima solves everything and we can just revive you :3c'. If he endures battles for too long, he could be dealing with a very slow death nobody realizes he's suffering because all they see is a shivering smile on his pale face. His optimism even fools himself.

This led me to thinking about an even more morbid idea of the context surrounding that image being Eito's final moments that he wants so badly to spend with Takumi before he slowly dies of heart failure. How fucked up would that be-

[blazingstar29]

long haul teehee tidbit

(for context, this is a fic about mav's transition through ice's pov. this bit is set in 1986 where mav hasn't transitioned yet/doesn't know he's trans etc)

Pete sits next to the bin with a beer bottle against his lip and a wad of tissues stuck under his nose. 

Something Goose has failed to mention (or maybe Ice just forgot the guy all those years ago that laid a hand on Carole), that Pete is a fighter. Or maybe he’s just grown more reactive. 

Next to Ice stands Slider, a cigarette hanging lazily off his lip. “You sure don’t do anything by halves, hey?”

Pete shrugs. “He looked at me funny.” 

“Shit, if I threw a punch every time someone looked at me funny, I’d be in a fight all the time,” Slider sighs. “You can’t play the world like that. You’re a…” He falters. 

“Go on,” Pete spits, voice like venom. “Say it. Because I’m a girl?”

[sillyyuserr]

Chapter 117 analysis (WE’RE SO BACK) obviously spoilers for chapter 117 and chapter 114

i cooked with this one trust

Everyones looking for them yadayadayada terukane

Yk im pretty sure this is meant to be lore heavy but LOOK AT THEM

I don’t know how to word this correctly but since chapter 115/116 between akane and teru there seems to have been something that happened in which they stopped being freaky?? 😭 like ykwim hold on

in chapter 114 this happened

completely ruined almost everything they had, but in the span of a few days, shit still going on, they havent had their deserved break yet like they got on chapter 96-97 and somehow in the midst of all this teru’s forgiven(?) him and just moved on?? Really not sure but based on what we know ab the red house the next chapter may answer some of our questions

Also, this is so little i didn’t see it the first time reading but teru goes to the drink machine thing to get one and mixes like 4 of the sodas,

takes one sip decides its shit and switches with akane’s already half drunken out of tea. Indirect kiss guys wait

Also this is JUST like the date they all went on when aoi was gone. Again, aoi is gone here too 😭 my girl getting left out of everything is acc crazy

She comes in later tho and finally gets caught up for the first time in forever MAN aidairo must hate her😭

But also

We find out mitsuba and kou are going there TOO so for the first time i think ever we have the whole gang in one spot 🤥 alot of firsts this chapter smh

ALSO an honorable mention to this i saved best for last

Sir stay away from my children

ok but fr i have no fucking clue what to say ab this cus this is either ‘teehee im right ur wrong!!~~♡’ type shit which he does alot, or genuinely like what we all think it is, which considering outside context may, in fact make it make sense trust let me explain

teru says shit like this ALL THE TIME its kind of his ACTUAL personality aside from his fake shit, like the way he is only around akane and sometimes kou (at least what we’re shown) so you’d think he’s used to this, but his initial reaction is more of a ‘um. what.’

ALSO— backround MATTERS, the backround in this one, is pure black, which is only shown during stuff LIKE THIS (important stuff) example:

Black background either means its dark, or its something important, something meant to be remembered, or something like that (probably)

and that panel had a BLACK BACKROUND

Why is this important you may be asking, it has a black backround— so it must be, right? If this was a silly little ‘teehee you can’t do this im better than youuu!!!~~♡’ then it probably wouldnt even have a half panel it’d be another one of the mini panels, but it not only had a whole panel for just this, a black background ;blocking LITERALLY EVERYTHING OUT ASIDE FROM THIS AND WHAT HE’S SAID, but also, pay attention the contents of what he said.

(a different translation, this one is easier to read)

‘you are not in any position to oppose me, are you, aoi? ♡’ could mean, A LOT OF THINGS so i’ll put them in a bulletin here because any of them make for an interesting path we may be taking on ‘this’ reality😭😓

Number 1: he could be impliying, and or reminding akane, that he’s still engaged to aoi, and that if akane still thinks they shouldnt change this reality, he should reconsider, CONSIDERING he is engaged to aoi, as aforementioned. (Most likely this one)

Number 2: the power dynamic, yes akane is a school mystery with the ability to control time itself but also, teru is an exorcist, a skilled one at that— and could probably easily overpower akane in a 1v1 (lowk hyped to see this happen pls let them fight) teru may be poking fun, or reminding akane, that teru is in fact powerful, more than he seems to keep fresh on his mind — them having SO MUCH to do

Number 3: maybe instead he just felt like teasing akane and i wasted time+space for nothing and was looking way too into it (this is supposed to be the terukane option😪)

Never once has he used this before??? Obviously you cant talk in symbols but the heart kind of implies the user of this symbol is talking in a playful/slightly flirtatious tone, hence, the reaction:

Okay okay point is i think teru is still madly in love with him

WAAAHHHH just look at him pooks who else does he do this with smhh 😓 NO ONE

which i think may be PARTIALLY true but also not entirely because mayb im just a tweaker

Me when i when i ehen you whrn you when

This may make no sense at all, or alot of sense man idk its 3:12am i go back to school in like 2 weeks i am not ready for sophomore year gn

terukane will be real one day trust🤍🤍

[raasturi]

After deciding to change the angels' (fairies) designs for what I hope is the last time (I've redesigned them like 6 times now HELP), allow me to introduce you:

Biblically accurate (Missionaries of Eden AU) Peri

So yeah! He got a new look (though his human form still stays the same)

Since I somehow managed to make my Peri look even less like his original counterpart, allow me to explain some of my design choices:

Probably the most notable thing about all my depictions of angel Peri and gang is that they're often quite unclothed. This is due to their belief that God (yes, they exist in the AU) had given their bodies as a gift, and thus it would be disrespectful to cover it. At the same time though, since they've concentrated their aid towards humans, they understand that they can't be completely naked

The head is their soul*, which resembles a flame (flames are sometimes used symbolically to represent souls)

The large feathers on the back ("tail") are meant to resemble a peacock's tail when closed (I had originally planned the angels to have more features that resemble real life birds)

The six wings and eyes on them indicate that he's a cherubim (seraphims have eight wings and thrones don't have eyes on theirs)

I will most likely make a separate post where I go more into detail about everything I've come up with for these little critters (trust me, there's a LOT of stuff)

Instead of wands, angels have their stars floating on top of them. Peri's star is inside a bubble similar to what he has in the show

The feet are a bit of a mystery to me still. I kind of like the look of them just having those stumps (there is no deeper meaning to it)

*in this context the soul of an angel/demon is the part where they're connected physically to God in the higher dimension (it might be a bit hard to understand, so I probably need to explain it in further detail later)

I was originally supposed to show Cosmo and Wanda's redesigns aswell, but since I'm currently a bit busy with irl stuff, I wasn't able to finish the sketches for this post (they're coming later, I promise). The demons (anti-fairies) were also redesigned!

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May I quickly say how happy I honestly am of you. Since almost all my mutuals are elsewhere, I didn't really expect many people to come look at whatever I've posted, but it seems that I've managed to find my people anyway! So thank you all for all the likes, comments, reblogs and follows <33 I get so excited every time I get a new notification, teehee! (I read everything you have to say. Even if it's in another language)

I promise higher quality art will be coming in the future INCLUDING SHIP ART! Oh my goodness I have not drawn Peridale art in such a long time, I miss them SO MUCH!!!! GAHH I won't be able to call myself the number one Peridale blog soon bruh

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