#<- temporary Ship Name

[sodaclanandco]

"Don't you think I'm scary?"

"Scary? My god, you're divine!"

[smallturtlebomb]

I need to draw these 3 more

@zeen0fly i drew ur son

[disgracefulthings]

Luo Binghe: Shang-Shishu?

Shang Qinghua, mumbling: Goddamn it, I only get called shishu when you want something.

Shang Qinghua, out loud: What is it Junshang?

Luo Binghe: Shizun keeps mentioning things about harems and I'm starting to worry that he wants one. I don't want anyone else to be around him, but I also want to make him happy

Shang Qinghua: So you're willing to let him marry other people?

Luo Binghe: Fuck no, though I am willing to share Shizun with myself. Do you know any way I can multiply myself?

Shang Qinghua: God this is going to destroy Cucumber-Bro's ass

Luo Binghe: So you're not going to help?

Shang Qinghua: No, I absolutely am. I know about some plants that could be of help...

[ninadove]

Marinette Stop Crushing On Your Boyfriend’s Overachieving Female Friends Challenge

[nadiapodoroska]

ANNA KALINSKAYA & PRISCILLA HON | 2024 Ningbo Open

[glovelylovely]

”mortuary girl” and the manicurist

[sexysilverstrider]

Resigned Reality

   He was the hero of this story.

   And today was the day.

   A charming smile. A confident gaze. This was everything he ever hoped for. Brown eyes glinted in the mirror. A wide smile curled swirls at the corners. How excited he could be. Being able to finally gain his very first Pokémon—his very first partner. It was a day he had long waited. A day he looked forward to the moment his gaze fell on a trainer and their own Pokémon. What joy must the trainer felt. To be able to bond with a wondrous creature that put its trust and love to them.

   A silly little laugh emitted through white teeth.

   “Paxton! Are you ready?”

   A voice from downstairs brought him back from his giddy excitement. Brown eyes blinked for a few heartbeats. “Coming, dad!” he replied, voice just as smooth as his ever-charming father. Giving his cheeks a few taps, Paxton took the black fedora from his bed and walked out of his room.

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   “Yes!”

   A single cheer was accompanied by boisterous roars. The Totodile jumped higher and higher, celebrating his first victory in a battle. The fallen Chikorita was returned back to her ball, accompanied with a sigh and a small shake of her head.

   “Good job.” Credit was given where credit was due. “That was a close one, but I got to hand to you for winning this.” Rubbing the Chikorita’s Pokéball as a quiet way of telling ‘you did good too’, she clipped the ball back to her belt.

   “Cheer up, Taunie.”

   His voice was sweet and sincere. Damn him for his inability to make her be annoyed at him.

   Lower lip pulled to a playful pout; Taunie looked at her rival. “Enjoy this victory, Paxton.” Masking her embarrassment, she puffed her chest and pointed at the smiling boy. “Soon enough, I’m going to win the next round! And the next! And then the next!”

   Regret burst a splash red in her cheeks to see his amused laughter.

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   He had heard about the Z-A Royale.

   About how brutal it was. How challenging it was.

   It was exhilarating. Battling trainer after trainer and finding great spots to hide and heal while planning out the next move. Paxton found it terrifying at first, but he soon grew more and more excited at every glorious victory.

   Nothing could stop his winning streak.

   His team was growing bigger. His Pokémon was getting stronger. Even his starter had gotten a new look, faring a much intimidating final evolution that scared both humans and Pokémon.

   He would always be his adorable little partner whom he spoiled like a child, however.

   Confidence brimmed in his chest. Looking at his rank, Paxton knew he was a few battles away from achieving the A rank. Everything was going so well. His participation in Quasartico Inc. was going well. He had enough resources to last for a few weeks after restocking in Hotel Z. Even his friend, Taunie was doing great, almost catching up to him and living up to her promise of defeating him—someday.

   His smile tickled a blush at the thought of her.

   Preparing his team of six inside his little satchel, Paxton tapped his cheeks and huffed proudly.

   He could do this. He could do this.

   Nothing could go wrong.

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   Nothing was going right.

   The sky was tearing apart. The ground was cracking into pieces. Screams were still heard inside the city, yet they were quickly drowned by sounds of falling concretes and crushing bodies.

   Breathing felt heavy.

   He needed to move. He needed to move.

   Vision split into two, then faded into a blur. Paxton blinked—again and again—vainly hoping to retain his sight.

   It hurt.

   His thoughts in a blur. His mind in a haze. Pain quickly registered his entire body, yet all he could do now was groan and squirm on the cracked, dusty ground.

   All was moving too fast.

   He remembered reaching the rooftop. He remembered fighting his way through the enemies with his Pokémon. He remembered screaming and shouting, desperately pleading the mastermind to stop the maniacal plan.

   He remembered being too late.

   Fatigued and disoriented, Paxton had no choice but to initiate another battle. The fight was, as expected, one-sided due to how haggard his team was. All his life, he had thought that battles were earned through hard work and determination, and these would be rewarded with glory every time. And in his life, this had been proven after countless victories in the Z-A Royale.

   But now. Now.

   He learned the hard way that that would never be the case.

   As his beloved starter fell terribly, he remembered hearing a deranged cackle. Paxton returned his Pokémon and looked forward—only to be stunned at the sight of a giant, bright, blinding light.

   He was about to die. He was about to die!

   He didn’t move, yet he remembered moving—!

   Taunie.

   A croaked gasp choked out at his memory of Taunie.

   Forcing his body upwards, he scanned the area. Through dust and smoke, through shrieks and splatters, he saw her.

   He saw her.

   Still. Very still.

   “T-Tau…” Mouth gaped as her name broke through. “Tau…n-ie—” Again, he tried, then cringed in pain at the bleeding cut inside his mouth. His chest hurt. His arms hurt. His legs hurt. Yet he did all he could to push himself up. He gave what little energy he had to try his darndest to drag himself to her.

   “—ey…” His cry was drowned by a sea of screams. “Taun—ie…” Her name was broken inside a gurgle of blood. “You…o-oka—”

   Pupils shrunk as he now properly saw her.

   Her eyes were wide. Her eyes were opened.

   He saw her.

   He just wished he never looked at her.

   For nausea and despair spat more blood at the sight of her missing jaw.

   Crimson pool of flesh and bones puddled thickly beneath her. Her body lay perfectly still. Half of her head tipped to the side, giving him full access of what had become of her.

   Her eyes—positioned right at him—were void of light.

   Amidst the disoriented reality around them, Paxton could only feel his world shatter.

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   “So, whoever wins in the A rank will get their wish granted?”

   He watched as she nodded enthusiastically.

   “Unbelievable, right?” A smile tickled her lips to see his baffled expression. “Then again, a lot of things had happened lately. Besides, Pokémon are considered mystical beings. So having one being able to grant a wish seems pretty realistic.” Hands cupped together; she stretched her arms forward. Strands of pink and white hair cascaded down the sides of her hair.

   Thoughts pondered on what she said. “I’m going to assume it’s one person who gets their wish granted, right? Like whoever is the final winner in the A rank?” Curiosity tickled him—something he had obtained from his father. Wonder only gleamed in a pair of brown eyes to see her laughter.

   “Yeah.” She was just as excited. “But rest assured, the person who is going to make that wish,” Blue eyes met a pair of browns, “is me.”

   He always adored her enthusiasm.

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   Today is the day.   

   A darling smile. A confident gaze. This is everything she ever hopes for. Brown eyes glint in the mirror. A wide smile curls swirls at the corners. How excited she can be. Being able to finally gain her very first Pokémon—her very first partner. It is a day she has long waited. A day she looks forward to the moment her gaze fell on a trainer and their own Pokémon. What joy must the trainer felt. To be able to bond with a wondrous creature that put its trust and love to them.

   A silly little laugh emits through white teeth.

   “Harmony! Are you ready?”

   A voice from downstairs brought her back from her giddy excitement. Brown eyes blinked for a few heartbeats. “Coming, mom!” she replied, voice just as sweet as her ever-lovely mother. Giving her cheeks a few taps, Harmony took the white fedora from her bed and walked out of her room.

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   “Yes!”

   A single cheer was accompanied by boisterous chirps. The Chikorita paraded triumphantly in circles, celebrating his first victory in a battle. The fallen Tepig was returned back to his ball, accompanied with trembled lips and a lowered head.

   “Good job.” His voice was steady. He looks up, right at his rival who is now full of smiles.

   His chest hurts.

   “That was a close one.” His smile grows wider. “But remember: this was just one battle. I will defeat you in the next.”

   Her laugh is all he ever wants to hear.

   “Cheer up, Urbain.”

   His smile almost falters.

   Harmony walks towards him. “Let me enjoy this victory.” Stopping in front of him, Harmony scoops up her Chikorita and gives the Pokémon a small kiss on the head as a silent way of saying ‘you did great’.

   Blue eyes merely watch as his heart twists anew.

   “Soon enough,” Her attention is given back to him, “you might win the next round.”

   His breathing hitches.

   “—Or the next—”

   His vision blurs.

   “—Or the next.”

   All he can remember was her bloody, battered body.

   Her head tilts at each playful tone. Unaware of the grief that shadows behind beautiful blue eyes, Harmony quietly purses her lips. “I know you’ll do great.” Thinking that her little tease might have hurt his feelings, she gives off words of encouragement. “I hope we can battle more in the future—that one, I’m serious!” A giggle, sheepish and cute, trickles out of her sweet smile.

   Ah.

   It hurts so much.

   A charming smile is perfectly practiced on his face. “I hope so too.”

   It hurts. But he knows better than to break down at finally being able to see her again.

   After all, she is now the hero of this story.

   And that is all he ever wished for.

END

[ronioli]

Just me and the bestie!! Holding hands doing besties things!!!

[katyspersonal]

Djura x Valtr divorce thoughts

Tbh the first thing I thought about when I've learned this bit was that Valtr commissioned this weapon specifically, rather than just used one of them cool Powder Kegs inventions, but it could be even so much more!

'Old hunter' is the term referring to the Hunters of Gehrman's type, the different kind than Church's ones, and we know Djura is one of the Old Hunters as well! It would only make sense that Valtr got in Yharnam around the time when they were pretty active, especially since the pieces of Constable Set (corpses of his dead friends) are picked around Hunter's Nightmare, which is specifically built around Old Hunters era! It is also easy to assume that in that era, Powder Kegs were not active and instead it was Oto Workshop since you get Firing Hammer badge in Hunter's Nightmare, but:

It is hard to tell! The Oto Workshop badge, the Firing Hammer one, is dropped by NPC Bestial Hunter, whereas Oto Workshop did not create the Boom Hammer (funny enough!), and yet Old Hunters all over Hunter's Nightmare are using this weapon! Reasonable to assume that Hunter's Nightmare captivated the timeframe after Oto Workshop already fallen, and was replaced by Powder Kegs. And so, Djura was already a big deal!

I also love the attention to the bit that Boom Hammer entailed an especially strong vitriol towards the beasts. This attitude easily could have been Djura's past prior and during the time of Powder Kegs burning the Old Yharnam, something he came to regret (not unlike Maria). And so, Valtr had an idea for a weapon that would kill in especially twisted and aggressive way - an approach Djura could sympathise with! And moveover, sort of take Valtr under his wing, since he'd have a hard time, really:

Valtr instantly caught extreme prejudice and mockery on himself for the ""awful crime"" of not reacting in the most sane way on having his companions murdered by this beast. Valtr already has an aggressive temper, and clearly companionship means everything for this guy as his dying words are about his confederates, so of course he was more fucked than maybe even another hunter in this same situation would be. He was not even a hunter at that time! The way it is worded, in my opinion, emphasises what the Yharnamites think of him: that eating beasts is "just" what he does, or all those whacky foreigners do for that matter, rather than exceptional moment of his life. I think the nickname of beast eater got glued to him because of that, like eternal reminder that what he experienced, and how he reacted to the traumatic event, now defines him in everyone's eyes, rather than like... he made a habit of eating beasts... Heck, maybe it does define him. Maybe it did change him forever, and this "aggressive manic" character is what replaced the person that died in that day.

It is only fair that Djura would want to give a hand. I like the idea of him being the first one to try to reach out instead of being weirded out or afraid or disgusted: something that even other hunters could have felt nonetheless, as in, 'he is like a beast himself now lmao'.

It is also a no-brainer but I doubt Djura would hate Valtr for eating that beast over "beasts are people tho" sentiment (in other words, what Valtr did was cannibalism I don't see the problem lol). It doesn't feel very 'kind but foolish' person-ish to fear or hate someone for a psychotic reaction in an exceptionally extreme event even after his 'epiphany' on nature of beasts. That would also be at least two layers of hypocrisy on Djura's end then, as not only he himself had regrettable past, but also he doesn't mind "cannibalism" that much if he threatened Paleblood Hunter to leave them as food for his beasts! Three layers of hypocrisy, actually, because even under assumption that Djura did not take part in burning of Old Yharnam himself and just returned to the disaster, he forgave at least two people who did; Djura's Ally and Djura's Apprentice NPCs, who are both wearing Charred Hunter outfits:

Though if Djura was hypocritical in regards to going "actually I now find what you did inexcusable, bye ✌️", that'd be interesting reason for falling out also! It would be a cool goodbye if Valtr addressed it and rage quit, leaving Djura with feeling of shame forever! After all Djura is not only 'kind', but also 'foolish'? Lol Though I'd say Valtr's general attitude was probably the bigger factor, and he is the more likely initiator of the breakup!

Valtr outright states that nothing impure deserves to live, whereas Djura is willing to spare the surviving beasts of Old Yharnam based on the fact that they can't harm anyone outside. He is not against the hunt entirely and is reasonable enough to acknowledge that outside of Old Yharnam seclusion, beasts are roaming the streets and attacking people; he sends Paleblood Hunter off to "make the best out of the night". And Valtr, in turn, could see this as a betrayal of their previously shared still naive ideals to "exterminate all bad things to protect everyone :3". Beasts are a dark concept, they are humans that failed to uphold their willpower and fell for the darkest, dirtiest side of humanity. Even if those in Old Yharnam basically got infected, are not they still "filth" in his eyes? So, Djura suddenly sympathises with the "filth", all after having been the Old Hunter so legendary that Hunters are still modelling their caps after his to this day!

But also, Valtr turned out to be reasonable enough to leave him be. He is not summonable in Old Yharnam, unlike Alfred, who you just can tell has THE fanatical mindset. But Valtr sure could grasp the concept of being pragmatic: Old Yharnam beasts, and Djura himself, are isolated now, right? If he was willing to protect the world from the "filthy" things, as far as he was concerned, it was protected from Old Yharnam. Djura is like a gaoler and beasts are like his jailed criminals, and definitely Valtr would recognise the concept, of all people!

So he and Djura parted the ways without hate but for the same reason why Paleblood Hunter and Djura part the ways. Because there are dangerous beasts 'out there', that need to be stopped. And dangerous people, too, but for Djura there is no difference, of course. I imagine it would still be bitter. Maybe Djura would prefer Valtr to chase beasts in Old Yharnam to get isolated within instead of murdering them, but Valtr would be upset at the suggestion. Leave out the Ashen Blood patients, but the beasts outside certainly, definitely became those due to their own dark impulses. And if some asshole long ago didn't fall for the dark impulses, his companions would still be alive! So how can Djura sympathise with that? Is he implying that Valtr should be (retroactively) sympathetic towards THAT beast too? Really bitter things like this on both sides, and Valtr would have stronger grudge, but they are grown men and can agree to simply never see each other again.

[stormflyblue]

im never going to see them again sigh…. (theyre anime only filler characters </3 LMAO)

when your creator programs you to hate some genius teen youve never met:

[pixelrhys]

Sparkle On! It's Pride Month! Don't Forget To Isolate Be Yourself!

I haven't drawn these two in a good while. I used to draw them every pride month but got lazy in the end.

Also I'm characterizing Pink more accurately now. I think.

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Multiamory Month, Day Six: Always Room For One More (Londerland Bloodlines AU)

Give it up for Day Six of @polyamships's Multiamory Month -- and while the OFFICIAL prompt for today was "Team As Polycule," that was ALSO the first prompt in Polyship Week 2024, and I didn't feel like doing it again so soon. So instead I slotted in one of the alternate prompts available on the list: "Always Room For One More!" Which in turn inspired me to write something from my Londerland Bloodlines verse --

And I know what you're thinking: "Uh, Vic? I thought you were doing Valicer and related poly ships for this thing. Isn't Londerland Bloodlines (eventually) going to be Vemilicia -- aka just Victor/Alice/Victoria/Emily?"

To which I reply, "I think you've forgotten that the second Smiler I ever came up with was a Malkavian version specifically for this verse." XD Yes, this verse was Four Victorians Riding A Roller Coaster -- well, not all along, but for a significant portion of its lifespan, bitches! :p Granted, Smiler will be a very late addition to the polycule, given they only appear in the final planned story (which will probably be written sometime around the heat death of the universe) -- but that's what makes Londerland Bloodlines such a perfect verse for this particular prompt!

ANYWAY -- here is the story I came up with, featuring Alice and Smiler having a chat while watching the aftermath of their murder of Smiler's asshole sire Dr. Kelman. A chat that very much does not go the way Alice expects it to go, because it turns out Smiler is still feeling The Guilt about an earlier incident...

--

“So – guess this is it.”

“It certainly seems to be,” Alice said, watching as the police descended on what remained of The Sanctuary and its staff. “Unless it turns out that Kelman tried siring another, more agreeable apprentice or two that need taking care of, but I honestly doubt that.”

“Me too.” Smiler sighed, running their fingers through their purple-streaked bangs. “Okay then – we’d better get back to the hotel so I can say goodbye to everyone before the sun comes up.”

Alice blinked, dragging her eyes away from the chaotic scene below. “...beg pardon?”

Smiler gave her a brittle grin. “Well – now that we’ve taken out my asshole sire, there’s no reason for me to hang out with you guys anymore, is there? So I might as well leave before you all get sick of me. If you aren’t already, of course.”

Alice stared at them, trying to reconcile the defeated words she was hearing with the absurdly sunny Smiler she’d thought she’d known. “What – why would be be–”

And then Scribbles gently tugged her shirt, and held up a drawing of a snake, and it clicked. “Oh. You don’t believe we’ve actually forgiven you for what happened with the Ministry and Victor, do you?”

“He got kidnapped and temporarily brainwashed because I decided I liked him,” Smiler responded, still with that painful smile. “You guys seemed royally and rightfully pissed off about that.”

“Yes, but – at the Ministry, not you,” Alice said, moving a little closer. “You were the one who called us and told us where he was! And even if we were a tad suspicious of your motives at first, the minute it became apparently they’d lied to you about – well, everything…” She sighed, remembering her own confused first days back in Los Angeles. “Well. I have a soft spot for fledglings who nobody tells anything to.”

“Yeah, but – still–”

“Still nothing,” Alice interrupted, poking them. “We like you, Smiler. You’re likable! We’ve enjoyed spending time with you, all of us! We don’t want you to go! I don’t want you to go!” She leaned in, gaze firm. “And I know very well Victor wouldn’t want you to go.”

Now it was Smiler’s turn to blink. “I – but – hang on,” they stammered. “I do – but he’s with you, and Victoria, and Emily! I – I don’t want to intrude.”

“It’s not an intrusion,” Alice said, taking their hand – they stared at it in shock. “Really. I was willing to share him once – I can do so again.” She smiled. “I love Victor – why wouldn’t I want him to have what makes him happy?”

Smiler stared at their hands a moment longer, then looked back up at her. For the first time, hope blossomed in those bright yellow eyes. “Well...maybe we could just head back to the hotel then. For a – a chat.”

Alice’s smile brightened. “Sounds like an excellent idea to me.”

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

someone please remind me at some point to draw the comic of someone asking early days elias (just growing out their hair, going grey early, in a non-unique wheelchair, masc presenting) if they're the jovial contrarian. elias going "??? no :( ". starting to wear skirts (why does this feel so right), and then august being a bastard and deciding to also wear a skirt

[me-when-cancer]

Hehe I got some cringe.

sorry for the radio silence! Inktober took a lot out of me.

So have this instead :D

[aria0fgold]

Decided to do the chart with my dear canon (from another media) x canon (from another media) ship, Jokid!!! Cuz why not! The chart is pretty nice!

[sbk-confessions]

i think that ummmm

Fool/Viking <3

!