#GAH enough yapping

[very-super-silly]

GAHH OMG I SEE THE VISION WHY WOULD YOU PLAGUE ME WITHT THIS RHRGFJFKD /silly

stop no bc i can so see this and ur RIGHT i swear to god ive read something about how he wishes he were like soda like YKWIM LIKE IM NOT CRAZY ITS REAL

pony ………. boy…………… such a spiteful little boy omg 🙄🙄 come on kid /j and not while sodas just trying his best…… ugh to keep the family togheter grrrr……. imagine being kind at heart and loving….. couldn’t be me honestly

Ponyboy is wildly jealous of Sodapop in my mind.

jealous that he’s not as good looking as Soda,

jealous that he’s not as happy and carefree as Soda,

jealous that Soda never gets yelled or hollered at by Darrel despite all the stupid shit he does,

jealous that anyone and everyone loves Sodapop so goddamn much while Pony’s stuck with being looked down on and treated like a little kid.

There’s proof of him being jealous in the book but it’ll find that later

tagging the pookies cuz this is MAD important!!!!!!! Spreading my spiteful Ponyboy propaganda!!!!!!!!!!!!

@kalied0skull @very-super-silly @dr-fr3ak0l0gy @not-karl @melticholy

[nyxypoo]

kiryx v-day art by @twilightakiishi <3

[lay-z]

cotton candy clouds | 3

Synopsis: Due to his rank, status, and many combat achievements, Lieutenant Riley is assigned an emotional support hybrid by the brass; whether he likes it or not.

Pairing: handler!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x dog!hybrid!fem!Reader

Warnings/Info: 18+ MDNI | Reader is a purebred Samojede (dog)hybrid. Despite ears, tails, and their adapted nature/instincts and personalities, hybrids have human features. | bimbo!Reader; hypersexuality; heavy smut; tw: past (sexual) abuse/manipulation; cussing; fluff; jealousy; angst; hurt/comfort; eventual romance; strangers to lovers; dub-con elements (Mind the warnings for each chapter!)

*ESH – Emotional Support Hybrid

☁ ccc; masterlist

It’s 0400 in the morning, when Simon jerks awake from his light slumber by the sudden timid knock at his bedroom door. 

Hoping he’s imagined it, like many other times he’s hallucinated before, he rubs a hand over his tired features with a soft groan; eyes squinting at the silhouette of his bedroom door in the darkness, breathing shallow to pick up more potential noises while hoping nothing will follow– 

But there is another knock at his door, more distinct this time, and Simon accepts it with a heavy sigh before dragging himself out of his bed reluctantly, not bothering to put on another shirt. From past experiences, he knows better than to crudely grumble that this better be an emergency, because in nine out of 10 times, it turns out to be one. 

Flinging his bedroom door open, his fingers find the hallway’s light switch by muscle memory, illuminating it brightly and revealing you to his dismay, as if you could’ve simply disappeared in the past hours like he’d wished you would before falling asleep, and he finds you shifting on your bare feet with unnatural urgency. 

“Wot?” he gruffs out, voice even more rough and gravelly from a familiar combination of sleepiness and irritation. He pretends not to notice that you’ve changed into his shirt he’d previously given you; forces himself not to let his eyes flicker over your exposed legs, not even briefly, while the loose fabric conceals your curves from his direct view, its hem barely reaching up to the middle of your thighs. 

Still shifting from one foot to the other, you crane your neck to meet his hard stare with equal persistency; your own eyes puffy like you haven’t slept a single minute yet. “I have to pee,” you explain bluntly. 

He almost tuts, tilting his head to the side in slight disbelief. “And?” For a moment, you look confused about him daring to question why that is his problem; big eyes blinking up at him while your fluffy ears twitch a little before you finally solve the mystery for him: “Well, I always had to let Ryan know.” 

Ryan? As in… your previous handler? You must’ve been able to read it all on his naturally expressive face; his right eyebrow, split by a scar, cocking in question, his curiosity piqued now. “And why’s tha’?” he asks, despite not wanting to, and crosses his burly arms in front of his bare chest standoffishly. 

Without a hint of hesitation, you answer with the most innocent look on your face: “He liked to watch.” And Simon immediately regrets asking in the first place. His arms unfold, chest deflating as his empty stomach sinks, and to his horror, you continue yapping without a lick of pudency. “Sometimes he made me pee on his–“ 

“Gah! O’lright–” he nearly barks, eyes squeezing shut briefly while his whole body cringes at the mental image you just planted in his mind. “Stop, tha’s enough, okay? I get it.” He grumbles, muttering another “Fuck,” under his breath. Too much information. 

While Simon eventually ushers you towards the small guest bathroom by the front door, his mind keeps wandering back to the revelation you hit him with oh so casually, like it’s not something you should have always kept locked away between yourself and your bloody partner–or handler, in this case. As if you’ve ever enjoyed any of the stuff that bloody twat, Ryan, has ever done to you. 

His arms are crossed self-soothingly as he leans against the opposite wall of the bathroom door for no other reason than getting caught up in his own messy thoughts while you go on to do your business, when your earlier expression pops up into his head, and with it a revelation he should’ve come to sooner.  

The stagy nonchalance, the perfectly crafted, sweet smile that didn’t quite reach your tired eyes when you’d told him what one of your previous handlers made you do, the forced eye contact with him– 

And suddenly, Simon can feel that burning rage simmer in his gut, making his blood boil and the vein in his neck throb while his pulse quickens rapidly, when he comes to realize how people must’ve been taking advantage of you all your life, simply because of what you are, and what comes naturally to you with your nature as a hybrid–a bloody dog hybrid at that. 

Obedience. Submission. Loyalty. The urge to serve and please.  

When the water tap stops running and the door opens shortly after, his thoughts get interrupted and his mood changes promptly when his eyes lock with yours once more; long lashes fluttering against the bright light as you tilt your head back to meet his scrutiny. 

“For the record,” Simon starts as he pushes himself off the wall, “if you need to use the bathroom, you won’t ask anyone for permission again, understood?” 

Fidgeting with the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, he notices the sudden tension in your shoulders before you give a hesitant nod. “Yes, sir.” 

Simon huffs, nose wrinkling like he smelled something acidic. For someone so used to being met with respect and immediate obedience at a dekko, the word “sir” coming from your lips in his regard, makes him bristle. Who’s taught you to be so submissive? Are all *ESH’s like you? And which one of those fuckers made you refer to him as “sir” and only that like some perverted powerplay?  

He doesn’t realize how meanly he’s glaring at you until you speak up again, your voice meek and unsure: “Can I sleep with you now?” His eyelids blink and the crease between his eyes smoothens out. The innuendo isn't lost on him, though he can't tell if it's intentional. If this is Price’s idea about shock therapy, he will have to tell his Captain to piss off even more firmly come tomorrow. 

“In your bed... I mean.” You add with a hint of plea that leaves Simon horrified internally after the second of consideration he just gave to your request before simply grumbling a tired “No.” again.  

And the door to his bedroom falls shut behind him anew, leaving you to your own devices once more. 

It’s barely 0700, when Simon enters the Captain’s office with you and your things in tow. He doesn’t bother to knock; his nerves already fraying at the edges like cheap cotton yarn after having to refuse to take you out on a leash and ending up herding you through the base since you obviously have a knack for wandering off–and greeting every single bloody person you come across with a wagging tail. 

Captain Price raises an amused eyebrow along with his coffee mug while Simon puts your suitcase and the untouched gift basket down in a corner before coming to stand stiffly in front of the large, cluttered mahogany desk. 

His patience is running even thinner, when Price takes a slow, slurping sip of his coffee instead of assuring Simon that everything has been taken care of; that you’re no longer his problem now. “Well?” he asks brusquely, balling his gloved hands into fists. 

“Good mornin’, sweetheart,” Price greets you, immediately catching your attention as you stand by the bookshelf in the corner. Simon rolls his eyes behind his mask when your white tail twitches happily at the attention, though he manages to contain his scoff.  

“Hello! Good morning!” You chirp with a smile, taking a cautious step towards the other man while Simon catches the way your eyes flicker between him and his superior nervously, as if you’re unsure how to proceed with him present–and for a fleeting moment, it pleases him for some twisted reason. 

“How was your night with Lieutenant Riley?” 

Simon’s forehead creases underneath his balaclava at Price’s oddly phrased question and intervenes briskly before you can inhale enough air to answer: “Can we focus on the more important matters now, Cap’n? Did’ya come up with a solution yet?” Simon makes a vague gesture towards you while you stand nearby coyly, plucking pink lint from your cardigan out of your tail.  

Price lets out an exasperated sigh before his broad shoulders shake with a rough chuckle that causes Simon’s frown to deepen. “Christ, it’s not even eight in the bloody morning on a Friday, Simon–” 

“Sir, you promised to make the necessary arrangements, to find a solution–” Simon interrupts but stops himself, grinding his teeth hard enough to make his jaw hurt when Price shoots him a reprimanding glare.  

The phone’s shrill ringing cuts through the sudden tension and Simon uses it to his advantage as Price reaches for the receiver; steel blue eyes watching the Lieutenant like a curious hawk while he answers the call.  

Meanwhile, Simon’s dark tawny eyes fixate you as he takes one heavy step towards you. “Take a seat on that couch and stay here,” he tells you curtly, hoping his tone of voice is enough to get through your stubbornness. “Listen to what Price tells you, lass, because this is where we part, understood?” 

And then he turns on his combat boots, heads for the door before you can so much as nod, and Simon ignores the soft, keening whine behind him as he leaves you behind. 

And the day moves forward with its usual routine while Simon almost manages to forget about the whole ordeal with the hybrid as he deals with his rookies, upcoming drills and ignoring the paperwork he should’ve started taking care of last week, until he spots you across the parade grounds in the middle of chewing out one of his soldiers for fucking up an exercise for the third time in a row. 

His dark eyes zero in on you, casually strolling next to Gaz, who seems to be showing you around base, and Simon bristles at the way you smile up at the young Sergeant; batting your eyelashes while you seem to be hanging on every word Gaz utters to you. He’s not sure if his mind is playing tricks on him again, but he’s sure there is something else–something way too dark and familiar–hiding behind your unnaturally sparkly eyes. 

“S–Sir?” the rookie stutters nervously, pulling the Lieutenant out of his brief stupor. 

“Wot?!” Simon snarls from behind his mask, accent thick and dark eyes blazing with even more pissed off fury as they snap back to the rookie while the latter continues to shrink under his Lieutenant's sharp glare.  

And Simon ignores it when his soldiers start sharing new rumours and conspiracy theories among themselves about the cause of his particularly foul mood today.  

By noon, Simon has dragged himself into the busy mess hall for another strong cup of tea, though he stops dead in his tracks as soon as his friend’s booming and thickly accented Scottish burr can be heard above the general noise of his surroundings. 

It doesn’t take long to find the source, and Simon realizes that he must double his efforts to outrun your lingering presence. 

Soap stands at a packed table, one boot-clad foot perched on a vacant chair while one arm is slung around your shoulders casually, tucking you against his side while he flaunts his other hand with animated gestures as he speaks. 

Simon’s hands ball into fists at his sides, and the leather of his skeleton gloves creaks as he watches on, standing in the middle of the entryway to the mess hall, though everyone scatters and makes sure to swerve around him like Moses parting the Red Sea.

Soap is obviously showing you off to the other gawking soldiers as if you’re some prized possession–a mere thing, though Simon can’t tell what is worse–Soap acting like you belong with him now, or the fact that you’re obviously happy about it while your tail swishes behind you, all coy and jolly.  

However, while Simon’s eyes keep lingering on you for another moment, he notices the way your cottony triangle-shaped ears twitch and swivel, basically doing recon, while your eyes flicker and sweep over the crowd like you wish to disappear, like you’re wishing for protection, like you’re searching for– 

Simon’s jaw ticks under his mask as his teeth clench harshly, and with a shake of his head, he turns on his boots to walk out of the mess hall. Tea be damned. 

When Simon enters Captain Price’s office at the end of the day, ready to sign out for the weekend, his stomach drops when he spots you sandwiched between Gaz and Soap on the small leather couch in the corner by the window, while both Sergeants continue to entertain you. To his surprise, you don’t even seem to notice his presence as your attention is held capture by the two men. 

“Here to sign out, I assume,” Price remarks factually from behind his desk, not bothering to lift his eyes as he reads a document and takes a slow puff of his cigar. “Go on, then. Have a nice one, Lieutenant.” The Captain mutters through the thick plumes of smoke curling and dissolving into the air. 

But Simon barely pays any mind to the underlying sarcasm in Price’s words as he watches with narrowed eyes how you start nuzzling along Soap’s jawline while the Scot strokes the whole length of your plush white tail almost lasciviously.  

And suddenly, his swift feet carry him over there with a mind of their own, blood already boiling below the surface before Simon confronts the younger male: “The fuck ya think you’re doin’ there, Sergeant?” Sergeant, not Soap or Johnny, because Simon is vexed at the man for no other reason than feeling protective of someone who’s obviously being taken advantage of by his friend. 

He’s more than aware of how much of an opportunist Johnny can be–especially when it comes to women. Catch the bloody git talking to some lass who’s vulnerable, recently broken up with, instead of getting with the one who’s obviously looking for some quick fun at the pub. 

“Wha’?” Johnny blinks up at Simon with those freakishly big and bright blue eyes, feigning innocence. “Am doin’ nothin’, Lt. Jus’ showin’ the bonnie lass some much needed affection.” 

Simon clenches his teeth at that, restraining himself from saying or doing something he might regret later, when his eyes flicker over to Gaz, who gets up at once to remove himself from the situation with an awkward cough. Meanwhile, you’re practically lounging in Johnny’s lap, tail wagging lazily as you gaze up at Simon; a picture of innocence.  

There’s a moment of charged silence before Simon speaks up again; your name falling from his lips for the first time in a gruff command before he adds in a low growl: “Up.” 

The way your spine seems to straighten immediately, ears twitching and eyes widening at his sharp order, makes him feel–something, and it’s nothing good. “I said get up,” he repeats to you, glaring at Johnny as if to dare him to keep you on his lap, though Johnny simply rolls his eyes and lifts his hands in a placating gesture. “You’re comin’ with me, lass.” 

Gaz, leaning against Price’s sturdy mahogany desk, long legs crossed at his ankles, shares a look with the Captain, who leans back in his office chair, one hand resting on his chest while he takes another slow drag from his cigar with a smug glint in his eyes– the one he always gets after a particularly successful mission.  

Clutching your leash in his left hand, he ignores the way his mind is trying to warn him how the leather will soon burn through his glove like acid as much as he ignores the way you follow him so obediently, and Simon freezes when Captain Price addresses him again, producing a stack of papers from a black folder: “One more thing, Lieutenant–” 

Bureaucracy. Lovely.  

Simon groans internally as he reads the first few lines of the documents–your official handlership papers. “What if I refuse to sign ‘em?” he asks, eyes flicking up to meet his Captain’s. 

“Then I will!” Johnny calls out from his spot on the couch, earning a snicker from Gaz and a crooked smirk from Price while Simon shoots a glare in his friend’s direction. 

Price shakes his head, still smiling, while he flicks through the pages, before finding one in particular. “You know the answer to that,” he says and pushes the paper over his desk towards Simon before holding out his good pen and giving you a little wink as you stand patiently behind your new handler. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” Simon mutters under his breath, voice muffled by his mask as he snatches the pen out of his Captain’s grasp.  

And he positions the tip of the pen at the signature line, hesitating as his heart thuds against his ribcage in a slow yet harsh beat. His eyes scan over the page again, his mind in a confused frenzy, until he spots your own signature at the bottom of the document–a delicate swirl of letters next to a date a few days prior. 

@lucienofthelakes @kakashiislut @jggykhug09090 @edgarapoecolouredglasses @kerst666 @whos-fran @d1zzy-r1v3rs @userinaliel666 @annoyingstrawberryballoon @vmaxis @tessakate @dneicjefx @sushiumex @yourfavreggie @cmbghost @brokexintroverted

[ijwrsmff]

Hey, i hope ur having a good dayy...heard yu wanted some yandere arcane asks...how about vi(romantic) with a naïve piltover darling (generally soft and clumsy as well) fem reader please!!💖💕

Thank you so much that's so sweet!!! I'm getting to requests really late, but I'm doing my best XD thank you for requesting and your patience! Even though it's really late, I hope you enjoy ^^

Soooo glad the second season is coming out soon, I crave it so bad XD

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Vi was in Piltover, doing what she joked was a small heist. It was just her this time, Vander having cracked down on them all not returning to top side in fear of their safety. She made sure Powder was safe first, and left her in the boy’s care. She had received word there was an event going on, a series of stalls and shops along the road. It was the perfect opportunity to blend in and steal from all the rich assholes who could buy out the whole street if they wanted to. 

…That was her plan anyway. 

It started off simple enough, showing up right in the middle of the day when it was the most busy. She paid close attention to the people who looked like they had more money than others…and with how idiotic people could be, it wasn’t hard to tell who could afford the most. Starting off, she took small items they had purchased that she thought could go for more underground. She didn’t expect to be bumped into as a girl fell to the ground. 

As it were, you only wanted to go to see what the shops had to offer. You weren’t paying much attention though, and bumped into something…or someone. Both you and the person fell to the ground, and you looked up at her from the ground as you whined and rubbed the spot on your leg you just knew would be bruised later. She was laying next to you, and you caught sight of her snarl. You jumped up looking her over. 

“Crud! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you! Did I damage anything you’d bought? I can’t believe I did that again! Gah!” You whined and looked at her as if seeking forgiveness. She looked baffled, and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “I can pay for anything I broke! Here, let me buy you something, too!” You took her hand, and she accepted it. You couldn’t tell what expression was on her face, but you were terrified you’d made a bad impression on this woman. 

“Uh…you don’t have to. I have what I need.” Vi spoke, and she seemed guarded. It was almost as if she thought you were tricking her, not believing you were really being this nice to a stranger. “You hurt, cupcake?” She said, seemingly coming to a conclusion in her mind. She brushed off your shoulders, touch lingering only briefly. Her touch was rough, but it didn’t seem to phase you. 

“I’m not hurt! Not any more hurt than I usually am when I fall anyway…” You mumbled the last bit, and shook your head. “And it’s okay! I insist, it’s the least I could do!” Your smile was wide and bright, and somehow contagious. As soon as you locked eyes with her, she smiled back at you, though her smile was much more akin to a smirk. 

She leaned forward so your faces were near each other, and her eyes glazed over yours and she continued to smirk as she pulled back. “If you really insist, I have something in mind.” Her original mission had subsided in her mind, and it seemed she had a new plan she wanted to see through. She was still being cautious, but she would play along for now. This could prove to be entertaining, afterall. 

You yapped away, Vi barely getting any words in since giving you her name. She didn’t seem to mind though, and listened closely to everything you had to say. It didn’t take long to learn all about you, considering the fact that you told her basically all the important information. It was fun! You got to tell her all about your job, your close group of friends, and your favorite hobbies and pastimes. Vi even asked questions to learn more, despite you not picking up on her prodding more into your personal life. 

She had tried to justify it as gathering intel for her next trip with Powder and the boys, but she was growing more intrigued by the second. Though as you reached the stall she had escorted you to, you looked at her. “Oh! A flower stall! Are you getting flowers for someone? That’s so thoughtful!” You giggled, and looked at the wide array of different flowers local to your home and even exported from further off. 

Vi smirked, before putting on a small act. She sighed deeply, and looked deep in thought. “I’d love to get her flowers, but I’m not sure what kind she likes. There’s too many to choose from, it’s overwhelming…what kind do you like?” She looked over to you, eyes full of mischief. She only smiled wider when it seemed like you didn’t gather the implications. 

“I think these one’s here are the prettiest, and the bouquet has a good variety of flowers! So no matter the room, you can probably make the flowers suit it perfectly!” You thought carefully about your answer, wanting to make sure she could get the best possible ones for the girl she wanted to get them for. It was no trouble, you did bump into her, so it only seemed fitting to help out however you could. 

“I see…” She said, and picked up the bouquet you chose. “I hope she’ll like these.” As she said it in a thoughtful but playful tone, before handing them to you. “So, do you like them?” Her hand was outstretched, and you looked at the flowers in confusion. She could practically see the gears turning in your head, and tried to wait to see if you’d understand. 

“THEY’RE FOR ME?!” You said, way louder than you meant to. It brought a light blush to your cheeks and you pouted at her. “But I’m the one that bumped into you! I should be getting you a gift!” You looked around the booth, and quickly picked up a bouquet of flowers you thought would suit her. Paying quickly, you copied her motion of giving her the flowers. 

“These are for you then! They have colors that remind me of you and your hair, so I guess it’s…a trade?” You thought carefully, trying to decide if you’d be satisfied with a trade rather than providing something to her from your stumble into her. The flowers weren’t very expensive, so it didn’t really seem fair. 

“How sweet of you…” Vi said, a glimmer of something in her eyes that you couldn’t place. “I’ll happily accept these flowers from you, cupcake.” She gave a wink, but by now she knew you wouldn’t understand the undertones of her words and meaning. She’d have to be more direct to get through to you. Stepping up her game seemed in order, but not just yet. 

“Let me at least buy you something else!” You pleaded, wide eyes as you looked around the stalls to find something else you could give her for her troubles. But Vi looked to the sky, cursing under her breath. At the noise, you tilted your head and asked, “Is something wrong?” You sounded worried, and it only made her heart swell further. 

“My sister is waiting for me at home, I have to go.” She seemed reluctant to say it, but started walking away with a glance to you over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again.” To you, the words were reassuring…whereas most people would have seen it as ominous. You barely knew her, but you welcomed her regardless. There’s no way in hell this would be the last time she saw you. 

“But! I have to buy you something else!” You called, jogging the few steps to catch up with her. She had the flowers you had bought her in her arms, and the other items she’d “bought” within her carry pack. She stopped as you approached, you putting a hand on her shoulder. 

She hummed, turning to look fully at you before smirking with a dark glint in her eyes. “Then…” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before playfully breathing into your ear, “We’ll make it a date. Next time, you can take me out on the condition I get to take you out after.” She pulled back, and could have burst out laughing from the shocked look on your face as you blushed. 

It only made you smile wide, “Okay! It’s a promise then! Do I get to pick what we do for our date?” You hopped once in place and waited eagerly for her response.

“Of course, cupcake. Anything you wanna do.” With her final words, she turned, as you lost her in the crowd of people. It only then occurred to you that she had no way of knowing where you lived. What if she got lost and never saw you again? Or even worse, what if you never saw her again? It had crushed your spirit a little, and your eyes cast down as you pouted, walking back to your house. 

Though from the shadows, Vi loomed. She watched you walk all the way home, making note of any recognizable locations and landmarks so she would remember exactly how to get to you. You were a new form of intoxication she’d never experienced. You were pure, innocent. You didn’t pick up on her flirting until she made sure you did, and you never once questioned her attire or why you’d never seen her before. It made her let out a chuckle, as she watched you, almost hungrily. 

You’d see her again, sooner than you’d think…and she’d make sure you could never forget her. She knew it was just a matter of time before she corrupted that innocence of yours, making you hers in any way she wanted…any way she desired. 

You should have run when you had the chance, cupcake. 

[rooniearts]

HIIII….HELLO…..WAVES NERVOUSLY….

I WANTED TO FINALLY SAY HIIIII I LOVE YOUR WORK SO. SO DEARLY!!! (as i’m sure is evident. pulls at my shirt collar, glances at the novel I leave in ur reblogs) YEAHHHHH…!!!!!

your art is SO DAZZLING it brings me so so soooo much joy GWAHHH,, the way you convey expressions and posing and your designs GAH IT’S EVERYTHING!!!

i am especially a fan of your AUs :3 espilver mentioned in any capacity is always a huge win for me BUT I AM SO SO SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR KNIGHTS AND POETS AU GAHHHHHHHH THEY ARE SO AWESOME!!! i’m so eager to see how their relationship will develop and such ahh!!!

AND !!!! YOU !!!! pls take this in the best, non-weird way ever but u draw blood sooooooo good IT’S LIKE. GRGRGRGRGRRRR…the formation in splatters feels so natural and generally correct so seeing my favs bathed in the blood of their enemies is a delight actually !!! glances at metal wins au. i’m sure he’s fine.

I HAVE A LOT TO SAY BUT I’LL LEAVE IT AT THAT GAH!!!! SO SORRY FOR THE LONG YAPS AS ALWAYS I HOPE I AM ABLE TO EXPRESS JUST A FRACTION OF WHAT YOUR WORK MEANS TO ME o7 don’t ask how long it took me to hype up and type this uhhhh the answer is multiple weeks OKAY BYE! HAVE A NICE DAY

AWWWHHHHH :'D This is so sweet!!! Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!! I love your art too, there is something so delightful about how sharp and defined your style is that I just can't help but love! <3

AND YESSSS I'm glad to hear you like Knights and Poets because I am still so so ill about them too :'D I just can't get enough of those silly lil guys and their drama......... I neeeeeed to draw more of them NAOWWWW!!!

Thank you so much again, this was a really sweet ask to wake up to!! :]

[ebonysplendor]

Bruh review the new version of TKaTB bruh because WOWIEEEEEEEEE

I've found that I don't usually do whole reviews on the updated versions of the visual novels I've already written about...but I find it dope that this implies that you lowkey want my unhinged, scatterbrained story telling. Also, big preesh for keeping me straight lol, because, once again, I've been meaning to get around to playing the update, and I just haven't, which is extremely disrespectful. But anyways! I'm yappin' way too early...

TL;DR: HE HIT IT FROM THE BACK. I REPEAT. HE HIT IT FROM THE BACK! ... technically ... we need to have a serious discussion about this thing called "consent", though...

Game Link: https://fantasia-kittcat.itch.io/the-kid-at-the-back-demo

Notable Features: Yandere LI, Custom Pronouns, Self-Insert (first and last name), Two LIs, 1+ Hour Long Demo Spiciness: 2/5 or 8/5 -- Again, it depends on which version you get. If you get the regular degular free version, it'll be more innocent with some flirtiness here and there. If you pay for the NSFW version -- HIGHLY SUGGESTED by the way! -- it'll be way more sinful and the way that the Gods intended it to be. LI Red Flags: 4/5 or 7/5-- Breaking-and-entering, possessive, drugged us, lack of consent, but that "lack of consent" goes even farther in the NSFW version (yes, even farther than in the previous demo) ... but I still can fix him, ya know? Like, that's bae

Wanna know more? If you are not 18+, ABSOLUTELY NOT. You will NOT put this fantastic game in jeopardy, because you're some curious 14-year-old. I honestly don't even want you on my page...but let's be real, are you actually going to listen to me? I hope that you do...ANYWAYS. My 18+ crew, let's get into it!

Almost an entire month with no visual novel review? Nah, we absolutely cannot let that happen.

You know what else we can't let happen? My constant disrespect towards this visual novel. Once AGAIN, the dev(s) ate and left absolutely no crumbs. Like, damn, can you at least leave the plate? Like-- Okay, wait, no, stop. I don't want to get too far into that, because the yap sesh will get kicked off way too early, and I won't have anything for the actual review portion.

That being said, I have done a review of TKATB before, but I'm doing an update of...well, the update. That also being said, because I'm trying to avoid parroting myself too much, the review is going to flow differently. ALSO! Once again, thanks to the bestie, I was able to see the degeneracy LIVE AND IN 4K and biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch~! Let me tell-- Wait, no, no, no, stop. Not yet. Later. We'll talk about that later...at least sorta.

Anyways, like always, I'll def try to make this as spoiler friendly as possible, especially since it's lowkey a different game at this point. Like, the dev(s) have added in extra SCENES. We have new CGs! Like...we've got CONTENT in this update, y'all!

Okay, for realsies now. Enough yappin'. Let's get into it, and y'all...there's a lot to get into.

So, effin' BOOM.

...Actually. Let's do this another way, because we already lowkey know the story. Again, if you don't, I made a review of it a few months back that will get you somewhat caught up. This time around, though, let's just talk and vibe. Enjoy some snacks or whatever, ya know?

Go ahead and pick; there's plenty. I've got me, like, three capri suns and some donut holes. Like, I'm really tryna get into this game convo with y'all because we're squad, ya know? So, let's get comfy while gettin' into it.

All right, so -- *big siiiiiiiiiiip* -- my husband Solivan Brugmansia, right? Let's discuss. Not about him being my husband or not, the game. Respectfully, check yourself. Anyways.

My Gods. that is bae right there. Like, gah damn...

For starters -- even though, I can totally fix him, and I want to make that very clear! My baby ain't do nothing entirely wrong! Like just- just give him to me. He is just a lil' traumatized and misunderstood; he is very capable of change. Like, I can fix him! I can! -- it's only fair to remind you that he is, uh, kind've batshit crazy. Now, the wild part is that I for realsies forgot that he is not entirely sane. Like, not even kidding about that.

This experience has been a sort of "Let me seep you into the madness" versus a "Let's make him insane off rip", and because it was like that, when he started doing typical yandere shit, there were -- specifically -- two different times that I experienced genuine shock. It was literally like, "Oh yeeeeeeah. This is a visual novel with a yandere love interest. Solivan's the yandere. He's not wrapped too tight. Ah, yes, I forgot about that factoid", ya know? The shit genuinely caught me off guard.

Anyways, still can't trust the orange juice, 10 is the magic number, and don't kiss Crowe...like ever lmao. You can dismiss the fuck out of that man, but he's lowkey a simp like Sol is, so as soon as you kiss him lmao...

Just remember that it's implied that Sol is, and has always been, keeping a close eye on you. Actually, let me back up a little. Let's talk more abo-- Oh, wait, do you need a refill? Okay, hold on for a second. Wait, are you good on snackies? You know what? I'll just grab everything, just in case.

...

Okay, now, let's talk more about the orange juice.

Never --

-- and I mean NEVER, trust the orange juice.

There was a moment that we got with Sol, and it was like, "...Aw :)", and then, he was like, "I made orange juice~!", and it was like, "...Aw :(". Like, lmaooooo, I thought we were past that, ya know? Like, I obviously like you! I have you at a 10! Why are you resorting to nonphysical violence? I mean, he got physical in other ways, but it wasn't violent, ya know what I'm sayin'~?

Now, the "10" thing that I keep bringing up.

This competition between them is more intense than I thought, bro, and Sol does not cope with failure well. You know how people will be like, "a win is a win"? Well, with Sol --

-- a loss is a loss, even if it's just by one point.

Remember that whole "Don't kiss Crowe" thing? I genuinely mean that. As tempting as it may be -- and believe me, it's tempting especially because...Crowe can really make a girl feel really, really... wanted, ya know?🫦... ANYWAYS -- DO NOT kiss that man, because that's the game point. Now, who's the actual winner in that scenario.... 👀🧃*dramatic siiiiiiiiiip*. I ain't gon' say it...but I'm just sayin' lmao.

Even though, I really ain't shit because...I willingly cheated on Sol with Crowe. WAIT. LET ME EXPLAIN WHY THOUGH.

This man, dear Gods, this man. I must stay focused... This man is the one that you SHOULD be dating. This is the one that all of your friends and your family really like and approve of. This is the healthy choice, but you don't choose him, because the one that you want is "dark and hot and tall and mysterious" and you're like, "but daddy, I love him!". Meanwhile, your friends are desperately trying to tell you about all the red flags with the other guy and are like "What is with you and toxic men?!". Then, when you defend your toxic crush, they shade you because they "should've saw it coming" when you had picked Sesshomaru and Sasuke over Inuyasha and Naruto.

...But, anyways, when I say that Crowe is Prince damned Charming? Babes... And then he let that hair loose????

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabes~!

As a side note, lol I wasn't pulling those descriptions (completely) out of my ass; that was the literal intention.

See? "Dark and mysterious" vs "Princely".

Anyways, Crowe's rizz game is...surprisingly strong? Like, I honestly don't know why I was so shocked, but I was shocked. Like, a girl was genuinely flustered, because what do you mean that "you knew that we were going stargazing but you didn't know the brightest start was going to be right in front of you" and "anything for me"? Not to mention that this man was putting flowers in our hair and carRYING US TO OUR APARTMENT IN THE RAIN? BARELY GRUNTING WHILE DOING SO??? Like, sir, please, don't do this. I have a husband...but it's like, shit, I won't tell if you won't at this point.

That's pretty much all the new stuff -- well, that I was willing to partially spoil for you. There's other stuff, but you definitely gotta see that live and in 4K, and trust me, you're gonna want to.

Once again...THE FATTEST EFFING SHOUTOUT TO WHOEVER SENT THAT ANON MESSAGE AS THEY HAVE PUSHED ME TO STAND ON BUSINESS ONCE MORE.

It is even more beautiful than I remember, and thanks to the bestie, I was able to see my husband in all of his glory LIVE and in 4K. Okay, but I was degenerate throughout this whole post, so let's just put a pause on that and actually review the game properly.

This is still a work of the Gods, and I honestly love the tweaks and additions that were made. From Brittany's personality being tweaked so it reads more as "I swear, I'm not mean; I'm just really bad at talking to people" to Crowe's scenario being way more in depth to getting some more CGs of my husband Sol. The art style is still damned IMMACULATE to look at, and the plot is STILL plotting. Also...he's cute, but I lowkey don't trust Crowe, because why are you so perfect? The dev(s) is/are writing the EFF out of these characters. Like, honestly? Continue to pop off.

I definitely plan to buy my own copy, and I HIGHLY suggest that you do the same. It's honestly just the spicy scenes, so it's not like "Ooh, extra lore!" or anything, but they are honestly so deserving of that monetary support. Not to mention, the NSFW version is what the Gods would have wanted.

Even though, I'm wondering if we'll ever explicitly know Sol's (and definitely Crowe's and Hyugo's[/Geo's]) background. Now, admittedly and as far as I know, this is really the only piece of "lore" that you'll miss if you don't get the NSFW version, because I'm certain that I'm not the only one that's noticed it, but just in case you haven't (and I'm cutting the heck out of this CG because it's very spicy, but I need you guys to see what I'm talking about).

What's up with these bruises? Like, you see that right? But it's not in the other picture, so it's like...? What the eff happened? Like, the reason why I say that is because the second picture happened BEFORE the first picture, so something happened to him, but what? I know that it's implied by some of the things that Sol says and how he responds to stuff and some of his mannerisms that he came from a pretty shitty background, but what exactly and is it ongoing?

But, then again, it's like duh it's ongoing, because he said that "it's the usual" that he deals with...uh...certain situations. Check this out though; in that same breath, he was like "every bruise is worth it". Like...what? That's not-- That's not a normal or healthy thought let alone something you'd actual verbalize. Like, I'm telling you, the dev(s) is/are murdering this visual novel thing. No wonder it's so easy to forget that Sol is a literal walking red flag. I'm more focused on the plot than whether or not he's gonna drug my food.

Also, also, also, I just want to yap really briefly about my favorite CG... screen... UI thingy...that I can't show you. Not because it's a spicy one but because, even though you can probably read between the lines, it'd be, what I feel is, a major spoiler. Just as a slight "pro" tip. That little green heart at the top right of your screen that turns blue when you hover over it?

It leads to that screen with the scale that shows your affinity level for Sol and Crowe. Just...check in on that thing a lot; you may see something interesting. When you do see that interesting thing...please, think of me ಥ‿ಥ Because next to the way that the affinity level is shown altogether, it was my absolute favorite thing about the update. That was done so beautifully. ...Damn, I want to show you all so badly ._.

Anyways, I think my yap session should end here. I've already said it a handful on times, but what's one more time? I highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend this game. It's so good, the art is amazing, the plot is plotting, and so much work and love has gone into this game, and it's STILL only in its demo phase. I suggest donating $5 to have (permanent) access to the NSFW version and/or telling the dev(s), "Hey! Really love your game! I was just wondering if you take human sacrifices? Would that expedite the full release? Anyways! You're doing great, sweetie! <3"; aggressively supportive validation is really the only way to go, because they really are doing more than a damned good job. You should honestly see it for yourself. Here, I'll put the direct link for ya.

I'm yapping again. I'm ending it for realsies now. The biggest preesh for hanging out with me today and getting this far. PLEASE, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

The Kid at the Back (DEMO)

[gloomyeiscue]

Ice's sigma TWST hair shading tutorial 🔥🔥🔥

Since like I feel a lot of ppl would like to know how I shade my hair in the twst style so well (mostly my friends lwk) here's a half-assed tutorial yayayayya /silly

ALSO I USE IBISPAINT IN CASE ANY1 NEEDS TO KNOW THAT

I'll be using uhhh Layla's hair for this soooo blah

Anw step 1: Line art !!! This isn't the best but like who gaf this is jst for a tutorial anw

Step 2: Base colours !! I usually ahh colourpick from other twst characters who have the hair colours I need but you can use your own colours if you want HAHA

Step 3: This was taught by a friend of mine but get a darker ver of the base colour and airbrush it at the ends of the hair ! (From this step on, all layers should be clipped ,,, or not, that's jst how I do it lol)

There's also the this at the back ig ? Idek ,,, LMAO

Step 4: Sharp shading / cell shading !!! "Ice, how do I do that?" You may ask ! ,,, unfortunately I have no tips to give you for that for I just draw in random lines and pray to whatever god there may be up there that it looks not horrible so uh good luck soldier 🫡🫡🫡

Step 5: Making the thingies softer and fainter or however you describe them -,,, I get the eraser tool and set it to an opacity in the 8-10% range and abuse the HELL out of it :3 Anw I jst erase at the ends jst enough so that the general shape is still mostly intact but the ends seem to get fainter (+ Erase some parts at the bangs to make the bottom ends curved ,,,? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT GAH)

Step 6: Make another layer and set it to an opacity of abt in the 30-35% range, and use the exact same colours you used for the sharp / cell shading layer ! Try to uhhh fill out any leftover space

Step 7: Repeat step 5 but on the new low opacity layer !

Step 8: HAIR SHINIESSSS !! I personally jst like make vaguely diamond shaped blobs and then use an eraser (full opacity) to chip away at it until it become a sharper diamond ! When it comes to curves / the far ends of the hair make only one side of the diamond be pointed and make the other more like a half circle ,,, if you get it LOL

ANYWAY THERE'S THE FINISHED PRODUCT !!!

Ty for listening to my dumbass yap hopefully it was understandable LMAOOO

If any1 wants the whole speedpaint here it is under the cut

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

okay, monster!au characters reaction to Yuu(s) having hiccups. Like the high pitch squeaky toy type of hiccup. I feel like it would be seen as cute to concerning by everyone depending on how long they last.

Hiccups can be extremely annoying to the one experiencing them (and sometimes be painful), but highly entertaining to observers! 😆 I remember at one point that my nephew had a little trick to get someone to stop having the hiccups by asking them a completely random question, like, “What did you say about [insert random thing]?” and the sheer confusion and attempt to clarify what was going on would end up stopping the hiccups!

The trick kinda loses its effectiveness when you use the same phrase over and over again though, so shaking it up a little might work!

Anyway, it’s not uncommon for animals to get the hiccups either, though the pitch and duration will vary. As such, most monster species experiencing them tend to be less vocal than us humans. Now imagine that Yuu gets these high-pitched hiccups in the middle of class one day. >v>

/--------------/

Yuu: *stirring their cauldron in potionology* “How’re the ingredients coming along, Grim?”

Grim: “Mrrrgh…this is too tedious. Why can’t I stir and you prepare the ingredients?”

Yuu: “Because the last time we tried that, you slipped on the book pile and fell in. We had to start all over again!”

Grim: “Okay, okay, sheesh! What do we need first?”

Yuu: “First, we need…three grams of wild chicory.” *takes dish and pours contents into the cauldron* “Next, we need a—[hic!]”

Grim: “Need a what?”

Yuu: “We need a—[hic!]”

Grim: “Eh?”

Yuu: *getting frustrated* “Pass me the—[hic!]—the—[hic!]—oh for the love of—[HIC!!]—ow!”

Grim: “Fygah?!”

Deuce: “What was that?? Are you okay?!”

Yuu: “What? You mean the hi—[hic!]—ccups?”

Ace: “That’s what human hiccups sound like?”

Crewel: *stalks over* “Why are you pups yapping instead of working?”

Grim: “Yuu has the hiccups!”

Crewel: “Hiccups?”

Deuce: “They sound so…squeaky.”

Yuu: “[HIC!!!] Ow!”

Crewel: *looking concerned* “Do you need to go to the nurse?”

Yuu: “I’m fine, really! They’ll—[hic!]—go away eventual—[hic!]—ly.”

///Two hours later in Magical History///

Yuu: “Ugh…I hate thi—[hic!]—is!”

Ace: “Dude, how long are hiccups supposed to last for humans?”

Yuu: “It var—[hic!]—ies. Ow…”

Ace: *ears twitch* “Are…you okay? That sounded like it hurt.”

Yuu: “Yeah, like I said, it hap—[hic!]—pens. Never had them last thi—[hic!]—is long tho—[hic!]—ugh.”

*Trein continues teaching the class, Yuu’s hiccups getting progressively more frequent as they try to stifle it. They try everything they can, from holding their breath to taking slow sips of water, but they end up getting more and more embarrassed as students stare at them and Trein gives them a concerned and annoyed look at the same time*

Yuu: “Can this g—[hic!]—et any—[hic!]—worse…?”

Crowley: *drops in out of nowhere* “Pop quiz!”

All except Trein: “Gah!?”

Yuu: “………”

Deuce: “…Yuu, your hiccups are gone!”

Yuu: “They are?” *pauses* “They are! Thank you, headmaster!”

Crowley: “Hm? Oh, well, you’re welcome, Yuu!”

Trein: “You have no idea why they’re even thanking you, do you?”

Crowley: “The fact that a student thanked me in the first place is more than enough to know I’m doing my job right, Mozus.”

///Later///

Ace: “Wait, so you mean that humans scare each other to get rid of hiccups?”

Yuu: “Yeah, that’s why when the headmaster jumped in like he did, I got surprised and the hiccups went away.”

Deuce: “How does that even work?”

Yuu: “I……don’t really know. But it can be effective, if a little bad for the heart at tim-”

???: “Screeeeeeaaaah-!!”

Yuu: *looks up as a large shadow charges at them* “AAAAAAAA-!!!”

WHUMP!!

Ace: “Gyah! Floyd? What the heck, what’d you do that for?!”

Floyd: *holding Yuu in his arms* “Hahaha! Why not? Lil’ Shrimpy has the funniest reactions when Seagull does the same thing.”

Yuu: *looking panicked and horrified* “[Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic!!]”

Floyd: “Eh? Why’s Shrimpy making that sound?”

Ace: “Ugh…and we just got the hiccups to stop.”

Grim: “Wait, I thought scaring humans got rid of them, but scaring them can cause them too??”

Yuu: “Just—[hic!]—get me—[hic!]—some wat—[hic!]—er!”

///------///

And there we have it! The good news is that Yuu will definitely have plenty of help getting rid of the next round of hiccups. The bad news is that it may not be so good for their heart with how terrifying some of the monster boys can be. 🤣

By the way, the last part was inspired by the last strip of a Calvin and Hobbes comic where Calvin had the hiccups, and was trying all sorts of tricks to get rid of them. Believe me, it was a tossup between Floyd and Rook in terms of who was going to pull that stunt at the end!

[joonebugg]

hey … you should def … yap about horror sans heh 😈

Mutual....oh em gee....i should I shouldn't...unless😼

Sorry if this doesn't make sans

GAH I LOOOOVEEEEE HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS MY FAV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And like ik I'm a huge simp for him but I genuinely love his character, I love characters who are mean and honestly a bit screwed up. They are so interesting to think about...canon horror is genuinely an enjoyable character. Asshole characters are my fav

His dynamics with people are my fave...ESPECIALLY with my personal version of him, it's like that with everyone tho lol

To me he has a lot of negative relationships

In terms of Horror and Dust they tolerate eachother, Horror thinks Dust is absolutely disgusting for killing his brother, but he understands the situation and how Dust's intentions maybe mattered, they understand that complex situations can get and Horror understands how haunted Dust is by this.

Horror and Killer are the complete opposite, Killer likes Horror but Horror hates Killer. Killer's battery posses him off, there was no necessity in what he did; Killer killed people because he was bored. That's how Horror see's it anyways. He doesn't realize how Killer's past haunts him, and what lead him to working with Chara and killing his whole au, because he refuses to understand. Horror has such a bias against Killer because of how he views him as weaker and blindly loyal to Nightmare, he hates it, it makes his blood boil how someone could be so loyal to this man who emotionally torments people for fun, to say the least Horror and Killer do NOT get along

Nightmare and Horror is so...chefs kiss, their dynamic is amazing to me. They are my two favorites because of how bad they can get, how terrible of people they can be. And Horror hates this man with every fiber of his being, Horror only listens to Nightmare out of necessity. With the others a simple promise to get them away from their past and out of their au was good enough, but Horror isn't dumb, Horror doesn't work for free, Horror wanted his au taken care of. Nightmare sort of has an admiration for Horror because of that, but it doesn't stop Nightmare from the emotional turmoil he puts Horror through. Horror is also just scared of Nightmare, he's like Undyne in a sense, except successfully taking his eye💀(Nightmare has everyone's weakness on a necklace in order to have more control over everyone)

Once Cross joins I think Horror is suspicious of him off the bat, in my version Cross is sent as a spy by Dream in order to gather any information he can on the gang. Obviously Horror is kind of opposed to this, Nightmare's plans being foiled makes him in a bad mood, which causes worse treatment. As much as Horror hates Nightmare and wants him to suffer, he knows he will just take it out on the gang, especially Horror due to how rebellious he is. Horror ends up not pursuing evidence of Cros being a spy though, he knows Cross is too careful for that, they have a more strained relationship basically, Cross doesn't want to make friends with people in the gang and neither does Horror, they respect that boundary they've set. They'd never get along though, I feel it in my bones.

But uhm yeah :3 if you want anymore rants please tell me, especially if it's like specific to an extent lmao..sorry if this doesn't make sense again💀💀💀

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 34

CRACK!

Marilyn blocked the first swing of Camila's bat with her staff. And then the second. And third.

"Jeeze! Lady! Ease up!"

"You! Owe! Me! MONEY!"

"I'll pay! I'm good for it!"

Camila stops her next swing, staying still and narrowing her eyes at Marilyn. "Are you?"

"YES!" Marilyn exclaimed before taking a breath and standing up straight and looking composed. "I'm sorry. I make it an effort of not paying things. Now...How many snails do I owe you?"

"SNAILS?!" Camila yelled before swinging her bat some more, to which Marilyn started sporadically blocking each attack.

"GAH! WHAT DID I SAY?!"

As Marilyn tried, and consistently struggled, to defend herself, King ran up to the pair, keeping his distancing but yapping at them with many "Wehs!" Luz saw this, and her eyes sparkled over the cuteness.

"Papi! Can I pet the puppy?!" She asked her stunned father. "I want to pet the puppy!"

"Wha--Uh, hang on, Mija." Manny ran over to Vee and scooped her up into his arms as well. She still hyper-focused on Eda, though. And Manny was concerned by the fact that she didn't seem to notice he's there. "Camila! Maybe we should leave this crazy woman!"

"NOT UNTIL SHE PAYS!" Camila shouted, going for another swing. But not only did Marilyn blocked it, she then swung her staff back, causing the bat to fly out of Camila's hands. Defiant, Marilyn then pointed the head of her staff at Camila's face with a very smug smirk.

"HA!" she laughed. "Now what are you going to do with yer weird stick thing?!"

Camila answered that by grabbing the staff and using her own strength to pushed it back and hit Marilyn square in the stomach. It did the effect of causing her to double over and winded, letting go of her staff in the process.

"Okay..." She croaked. "That was pretty good..."

Camila used the staff, firmly grasped in her hands now, to tilt Marilyn's head up so she could properly see the rage in Camila's eyes.

"I am a mother," she growled. "And recently, I have just became a mother of two. I work hard to provide food, shelter, and many more things to keep my baby happy, and now I have to go into double time to do it for my new baby! I will not let some cheapskate with her weird dog think she can run out without paying me for the hard work I put in!"

"...To be fair, I wouldn't call an hour of looking him over that hard of work," Marilyn said.

"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME MY MONEY!" Camila shouted, the tip of the staff glowing yellow. Marilyn raised her hands up in surrender because of it.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'll do whatever you say! Just watch it with that thing, okay? There's enough stored power in there for--"

Unfortunately, Marilyn was cut off as a blast of yellow energy shot out of the staff, causing her head to fly clean off her body and hit a tree.

All but Vee gawked at this display. She may have switched her attention from Marilyn to the staff now, but she still remained in her stagnant state. As for Camila, her eyes focused on the headless body, shocked beyond comprehension as to what she's done and how it still seemed to miraculously sit up.

It wasn't until the hands started to feel around where the head used to be that Camila's shock turned to pure terror.

"Oh, look what you did, lady!" the head exclaimed from where it's at while the body pointed an accusing finger at Camila. "You see what rage does? It gets you so mad that you literally take someone's head off! Got anything to say for yourself?!"

Camila...had nothing to say. Nothing to think. She just stared at the finger of a headless body until it all went dark and she just flopped down onto the grass, completely passed out.

[revelisms]

At it again with these two being insufferable, ridiculous, and giving me more Thoughts than I know what to do with.

It's been a long time since I've written anything in this vein, and I'm a little 🫣 but. Giving it a shot. Gah. *runs away*

More Terzo x Sibling of Sin goofiness ahead. This is not explicit, but quite spicy. Please mind the CWs 🌶️🖤

WC: 1.5k | Suggestive content, language, established relationship, bantering | CW: Casual discussion of kink, collaring kink, leather kink, light D/s undertones (AKA: the switch energy has been brought to the function), negotiation, verbal consent, UST through the roof

It had started innocently enough. 

He had never been shy about his collections, even from well before his Cardinal days—and Ale was nothing if not curious. 

Sometimes, though, their snooping got the best of them: like how they'd found his stacks upon stacks of poetry books (Digging through my brooding antics now, are you?), or the shoeboxes of bottle caps he'd hoarded since he was a child (Bought enough Chinottos to fill a museum, darling)—or, now, this.

Angelica, pink-cheeked from hiking across the grounds, had dropped off a new shipment from one of his tailors, and Ale (per usual, when left with his ever-piling to-do list) was just trying to get ahead of the mess—which, apparently, meant finding wherever he stashed his damned storage boxes for his gloves.

It wasn't their fault he had a set of cuffs hanging on the door. 

Or a bundle of treated hemp by his sweaters. 

Or a shelf chock-full of lingerie.

They'd felt like a bull in a glass museum. So many beautiful, delicate, delicious things, that he had often mentioned with as much flippancy as he droned through his touring schedules.

These were just par for the course. Nothing out of the ordinary, for him.

But for them—doe-eyed in front of so much artistry, cotton-mouthed in fascination, sorely sheltered in their past years from any explorations of the sort—it's an apple-bitten Eden.

They don't hear the door to his suite swing open and closed, punctuated by a husky sigh. Don't hear the heel-toed sidling of his boots across the carpets, silk rustling at his steps. And when he finds them—vestments slung over one arm, fingers already at his collar, clearly ready to strip to his skin and shower off the stress of yet another day of their clergy yapping up his ass—they all but plow him over.

He jolts on his heels like a spooked cat. "What in the Hell—"

"Sorry," Ale blunders, jerking to their feet, "sorry, I was just—"

"Satan, you scared the shit out of me—"

"Sorry!"

Terzo pinches his fingers into the skull-paint over his eyes. Huffs a dry laugh. "My love," he grumbles, soft with exasperation, "why do you have the lights off? Fuck's sake. Those archives have done a number on you." He flicks on the switch, squinting quickly. "What are you..." And then he sees the cuffs in their hands. "Oh."

The downpour of apologies is halted before it can even spill: nothing more than a slow-bloomed smile and a shrewd stare. He always has an uncanny way of weeding out their shame by the root—and he does it here, again.

"I see," he murls, playfully scolding, and leans his hip against the doorframe. "So you have gone snooping again, eh? Must I lock every drawer in sight, to keep you out?"

Ale burns red as a beet. "I—"

"Shh—shh. I tease." He smirks, a dimpled shadow through his paints. Wanders closer. "You are intrigued, no? I suppose I have, ah...talked about these things, but not shown. Here..."

Simple questions turn to equally simple offerings; to him standing shoulder-to-shoulder with them in the half-moon of his suite's closets, frankincense and fresh air and remnants of his cologne still sticking to his clothes, clicking back the hinge of one of several nondescript containers.

Tucked amongst the vines of rosaries are belts and chains; between the silks of his vestments, a rainbow of restraints; and here, in their own little box (Can't have them drying out, of course—helps to, eh, maintain conditioning), an assortment of leather collars.

His gloves alone were enough to set them off, on a good day. But these—

These were something else, entirely. Simple and studded and ringed and lovely: black and blood-red and plum: silver-gold glittering.

Mirroring their owlish stance, hands at his back and breath quiet, Terzo quirks a brow. A wry smile plays at his mouth. 

After a moment, he drawls into his usual ramblings. "Got this one in Mexico City," he says, plucking one from the set. "The shop was gorgeous—you should have seen the harnesses, all of them inlaid with silver like this. The detail, alone—I must've spent two hours in there."

Ale lifts their brows. "It's beautiful," they say simply, eyes round.

"Mnh, yes. Thought the little etchings in these were a nice touch," he continues, thumbing one of the rings. "They feel very nice, too." 

He slides the collar lazily through his fingertips, weighted and jingling, and they could kick themself at how audibly they swallow. 

In their periphery, he's tilted his head. His hair is too slicked back to fall out of place. Too much the image of perfection they love to dishevel off him. 

After a pause, he ticks his tongue off his teeth. "You can...touch it, you know," he murmurs, with a coy flash of teeth. Softly, flushing, Ale glares. "Che—they're not just here for display, sweetness," he prattles on. "Though, I will admit: some of them are almost too pretty to wear, no?"

They bite their lip through a smile. Bump their shoulder against his. "Almost."

But not this one. Crimson and sheened with metal, the leather soft as sea glass and heavy as stone, each ring pebbling a cool caress across their fingertips. 

Their head feels like mush. They know they've blushed to their ears.

The way he hums doesn't help.

Terzo drags his fingertips lingeringly along their palm, calluses feather-light and familiar; hooks through one ring to trade the piece in their hand for another. "Ah—and this one," he continues: blue as midnight, adorned with tinkling charms and chains. "Very fun. Lots to play with here, huh? This was, ah...Amsterdam, I think? That little Eastside place? Can't remember it, now—it was years ago. I got a few custom made, on one of the tours, and some other gloves, too. The leather they use is sensational."

"Terzo."

"Mh?"

The collar stings like a brand on their skin. A tether barely keeping them on their feet.

"I, uh," they muddle, their tongue useless. "Um." Swallow, again. "These are..."

"Doing it, for you?" Unblessed beneath, his voice. His smile creases at one side. "Oh, I know." 

Their eyes stutter, heat buzzing through them. He lifts a lax hand, brushing through the mess of their fringe. "They would fit you," he muses on, slowly tracking his thumb from the shell of their ear to their neck. His skin is always so warm, so addictive. The touch all but sends them into overdrive. "Very adjustable, most of them." 

He pauses, making unneeded effort to find their eyes. Green-white and ancient and endless. His thumb slips over their jaw, again. "But you..." He tilts his head back, taking them in like an editorial print; a model in need of one finishing touch. "No, no...you like the simplicities, don't you?" 

They only half-feel the collar sliding out of their hands, replaced with yet another: black as death, buttery-smooth, glossed with a natural sheen. In its center sits a plain golden ring. 

His eyes follow the stuttered plummet of their own, steady as a panther tailing prey. Raise just as easily again, lashes heavy on mismatched eyes.

"You...want to see this one on you?" he suggests, little more than a breath.

Ale can't manage a thought, can barely get a word off their teeth. Too lost in his stare, mossen and moonlit. In his lips, cattish at the corners.

Slowly, fingers itching against that cool ring, heavy around their knuckle, they let their eyes slide down, down.

The bloom of his pupils is slow to come. But, oh, once it does—

"...On me?" he hushes.

It takes them an age to lick their lips. To breathe, "Yes," like the word is eating them through.

The heat in his eyes could burn them.

Terzo's lashes flutter, an unhurried sweep from their hands to their mouth. He's given them the reins more than enough times; relished in it, as much as he took heady satisfaction in leaving them in a puddle of breathless, brainless-smiled bliss on the sheets. But this—

"Well." His thumb is still on their jaw: sliding again to nestle behind their ear. With it, a drag of his knuckles, soft down the nape of their neck. "You are welcome to do that." Up again. "More than welcome," he says, toeing that slow, soft-growled line that never fails to devolve them into some shaky little thing, desperate to blend the edges of them together, bone for bone.

Their hands are already tangling in his sleeve.

"Ah," Terzo tuts. "We wash up, first."

"But—"

A soft squeeze on their nape is all they need to settle down, spitefully as they may concede. His eyes simmer on them. "Wash, first," he says again, voice low. "Believe me—this is...not a quick process. Not when you get into this headspace." His touch trails over their cheek, catching slow at the corner of their lips. "I'll tell you what I like," he murls, lifting his lashes again. "And you tell me what you like too, mh? Before." His knuckle cusps beneath their chin. "And after."

Dazedly, their brain somewhere far, far past their feet, Ale blinks. "Okay," they whisper. The word kisses against his skin.

His stare is searing, electric, starved. "Good," he whispers back.

And it's almost enough to get them to behave. Almost.

But then he leans closer, just enough—brushes his nose over their cheek, tucking a chaste kiss beneath their jaw, just to gravel, "Good," again—and, well.

They barely make it to the shower.

[megumi-fm]

26th to 30th Apr; doa🚲 complete!!

hi. gah. okay. here's my wrap up for the month

📝 prepped for and completed the last set of internal tests for this degree [2/2] (which I got through after much cribbing and whining and quite literally projecting study topics onto my blorbos 👍 ) 📝 started GRE prep!

🎓 got some gradecard related paperwork done 🎓 spoke to my prof regarding my internship deliverables for uni—report format, certificate requirements, etc etc

📥 I voted! it was the first central elections since I turned to an adult and the whole experience was quite interesting

💻 completed a bunch of tasks for my internship

💻 made like a super extensive flowchart about all the work done at my internship which took me like a total of 20+ hours T-T 💻 finished preparing my Uni Internship presentation! 💻 submitted the presentation to the assistant guide, waiting on her response to make changes atm

🍶 7+ glasses of daily water intake 🎵 svt's new single is out and I've been going insane about it and thus this challenge comes to an end... I had started this off as an 18day daily habit tracker but then it kind of grew out into a challenge for the month. Special thanks to Yumi the loml <3 (@thelastneuron) for starting the Days of April challenge (Yumi idk when you'll see this but i miss you and I hope you've been kicking ass during your hiatus). also massive thanks to Zip (@zipstidbits) for leaving the kindest comments/tags on my post during the past week and to Tanishka (@booksbluegurl) who is literally the sweetest and has been sending in asks and keeping me company during this challenge <3

there's a lot more i wanna yap about in regards to how the month went but I'll leave that under the tags xD goodnight besties <3

month end brainrot

april started off with dips and more dips but by the end of the month it feels like I've caught up. productivity is a wave so as long as I keep riding at it i'll be okay.

also. progress is cumulative. even the seemingly inconsequential completion of daily tasks has lead to an overall improvement through the week. things add up

I spent a lot of time this month (and moreso this past week) feeling dejected that I've been leaving my tracker posts (and my digital planner entries) incomplete... but like. the whole point of trackers and planners (and this studyblr) is to get work done. work is the priority and the tracking is a means to an end. so if im getting work done that is already a win. yeah... i've had to keep reminding myself that

there is no one-tool-fix for tracking and journalling. what works for planning out one task will not work for the other. I need to strop trying to fit all my plans into one formulaic strategy box

on that note. it's time to return to handwritten journaling. digital journalling (notion + YPT + discord + tumblr) was fun while it lasted <3 but my brain needs novelty again so it's time i switch back. I think I finally have an idea for a system that could be sustainable for me... although I say that every time I switch to a new form of tracking. but hey. as long as it helps me get work done for whatever duration of time, it's good enough

using kpop and kdrama references to make notes and study really paid off. ngl I only did it cause I was super desperate but incorporating stuff I couldn't understand with a topic I really like paid off. It also gave me the motivation and momentum to study for much longer than I otherwise would have

last but not least. my water intake has been really good this month! I've also been eating healthy and I've been cooking more my phone usage has also been reduced by a lot. sure none of them have had a perfect streak but i started at zero and it feels like I've levelled up quite a bit. the exercise component has been a bit difficult to maintain given my workload :/ i need to figure out what to do about that...

yep. that's it for now. this month really tired me out, I think im gonna lay off daily challenges for a while. For now I guess I'll stick to my (bi?tri?)weekly tracker posts xD

[ashenrainbowss]

Hey my favorite person named ashenrainbowss, Infodump about your fandoms please 😼😼😼 I am courious.

YAYAY OK!!

my newest obsession is pretty pretty please I don't want to be a magical girl it's about this aika who is a magical girl and hates her job(she just wants to clock out it's so funny) she joins a normal highschool, but her mascot follows her there and says she has to do her duties and the. makes a friend zira!!(bestest!!character arqrsfgs) but the villain eclipse shows up and then aika (with the epic magical girl outfit ofc)bashes in his knees with a metal pipe😍it's a parody but also has enough plot to be its own story which is soso cool to me‼️the pilot came out like a weekkkish ago I think but it's been in development on Tumblr for a while(I discovered thru the pilot tho) I'm very curious to see where this goes omg

also be more chill!! it's a musical based off a book by ned vizzini but the musical and book is so different like damn‼️ so the mc is this dude named jeremy heere and hes a very unpopular loser and he is sad about it and he joins this play at their school cuz his crush christine is in it(she so me fr trust) but then this guy jake starts talking to her and he's like noooo😔 but then his bully rich is like dude but this drug and it'll make you cool and he's like ok so he does and a thing called a squip appears in his head and tells him how to be chill and popular and stuff and then he is kinda but!! he realises he hasn't seen his bestie michael in a while..and the squip tells him oh you can't be chill and be friends with him and it's saddd michael shows up to this party jeremy was at and he's like it's so dangerous don't be a dumbass but then they have this breakup scene💔 also at this party he asks christine out and she rejects him and the second hand embarrassment is real I fear ALSO at this party rich is acting really deranged whao wonder why(he burned down the house oh no) oh god this post is getting long. uhm basically everyone gets squipped and the squip wants to connect everyone so that everyone would like jeremy and Michael is a good friend and brings the drink that deactivates it, and Jeremy gives it to christine but it deactivates all of them bc they were connected and Jeremy learns to have confidence in himself yippeekayyay this soundtrack is so fire I love it‼️‼️

KEIRA YOU ARE SO AWESOME GAH💥💥!!I LOVE YOU OK💥💥!!/p

I'm am also curious about your fandoms yap to me/nf

[ghostbbunny]

Would love to hear u talk about Rev/watt and what u like abt their dynamic

Sorry it took a little for a reply gah (I also wouldn't say I'm the best at explaining this type of stuff, so I hope I'm not just yapping

In my mind they’re both a bit curious about each other in their own ways. Wattson picks up on his nialism/suicidal ideation which is pretty obvious to anyone who is around him for more than five minutes, but I do think Natalie’s empathy would want to feel for him and be a little curious about the simulacrum and what it can/does feel, if anything. Revenant likes to toy with people but I feel like Wattson is too snarky, confident and smart to put up with/be affected by a lot of his attitude - which frustrates him but also amuses him (idk what isn’t funny about a tiny snarky french girl). Wattson isn't very phased by his manipulation/lies or cruelty in any sense (I think she’s too smart and confident for it to bother her) and will call him out for it/tease which makes him even more invested in what he prob sees as a game so he’s not gonna just kill her. I also like to think Natalie gets some kick out of bullying Revenant back too and having a bit of a mouthy dialogue with him since she doesn’t really get that with other characters. 

If I'm being real I see it as a relationship that really wouldn’t go anywhere because of both their stubbornness - mostly revs since he’s not ready and probably never will be ready to let go of his ego/coldness to show anyone any sort of genuine feelings he may have. Wattson also wouldn’t put up with being put down by him every time they spoke and would ultimately stop talking to him silent treatment style. If they ever got to the point of real banter or more consistent dialogue I think it would end very quickly in a fight and/or distance 

On a more delusional note - I’d like to think if her pushback is enough to draw him out of his chassis then maybe they could be something more? His small opening up could also cause more of Watt’s caring and genuine personality to be directed towards him for once when he isn’t taking everything she says and twisting it for his rude remarks, so they get to be a little more vulnerable with each other. I’m not saying that Rev would necessarily open up in a clear way, but Wattson is pretty observant and inquisitive which I feel might push him back a bit too/annoy him a bit more. They're still teasing ofc but over time it's less harsh and much more playful, which I think could lead to more genuine interactions and conversations between them :3

[residentialsinyomakai]

🌻 throws this at you and runs away

Catches it in my teeth and eats it,, :)

I REALLY LOVE PUNCTUATION!!! It's cool and it adds sew sew sew much to sentences like I don't think there's enough appreciation for it oughh.... some of my personal faves that everyone asked for actually;

• entire og paragraph got deleted so apologies if this one sounds stale....gah I LOVE THE EM-DASH!!! [—] Its gouda for little asides or breaks in though stuff (or sometimes can be used in those cases where you separate a part of a sentence w/ two commas iykwim). Plurs it ju,t looks reely coola,,,, I personally use them a lot when I'm writing longer yap sessions. Need to make more of 'em explodes HOLY YAP

• THAT!!! IS not HOWEVER to be confused with the en-dash [–]! Basically it can be used in place of 'to'¹ ●'u'● orrrrr can be used in like. Range/date kinda stuff² if that makes sense??? Giggles??? '

¹ EX: 'Springdale–Mt. Wildwood Passageway' or something like that,,

² EX: '2015–2040' ALSO!!! 'FEB 14TH–PRES3NT DAY'

• OK wait explodes people actually. Know this one!!! I like commas [,] (DID people really need an example for that. Fire pit/j) a whole lot in case you haven't noticed...hehe. Just cause they're used in like EVERYTHING and are SUPER UNDERRATED DESPITE HOW AWESOME THEY ARE!!!! One of my fave uses is like when I was talking about the one thingy with em dashes earlier. Lemme js write an example becsuse 'Despite her flaws, believe me; there's quite a few, I find her quite alluring' or something like that. Y. Yeagh

Okok all donesauce for that but. I love punctuation and cool stuff like that. Sips water. I also really like literary devices and Llike. Analysis videos that aren't just Big Summary 💔 summaries or opinionated variations of the sort are nice but THEYRE NOT ANALYSIS!!

WAIT SORRY One Last Thing 'cause I just remembered it but prefix suffix and root words were a fixation of mine for a while too and,,,, even though I'm not really into them as much anymore,,, I still love learning about them :) especially less common or non Latin route ones!! Cause I probably would've never known otherwise.

Okie doki artichoke I'm leaving for real now. Thank you for coming to my probably redundant speech about letter mongering. FELICIDADES ‼️🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣

[carmenized-onions]

DUDE! just realized carmy doesnt know about her giving his old head chef her cherry lamb dish?? or maybe he does know but he hasnt mentioned it? please tell me they talk about it? i know we're mad at him and we're not folding (dont fold dont fold dont fold), but i wanna knowwwwww there are so many ways he could react!!!!

Love the implication that you've just stewed over my silly story and thought about this,,,, i just,,,, GAH, I'll never be over that.

It took me a minute, to get a grasp on how he feels about it-- I think honestly weirdly enough, Season 3 helped a lot with me figuring that out. But YEAH he didn't bring it up last chapter!! It'll crop up eventually. There's always-- fun fact: so many proposed lists of talking points that I write in my outlines/beats and I am lucky if I hit like 2-3 of them. It always makes the dialogue organic but sometimes I'm like god you bitches just YAP.

...

they get it from their mother. (it's me) (i'm their mother)

I'm still working hard on this next chapter. It's actually been a hectic work week so I haven't had much down time between reviews to work on it-- AND I just locked down a lease for new apartment !! So it's hectic out here. In the mean time, for you to stew on and think about hehe-- I have combed through the lines in this next chapter and I think if cropped well, this one doesn't give away anything.

i expect conspiracy theories. (joking). (this is just short of nothing to work with). (i'm really loving how this chapter is coming together though) (it's definitely one of those need to sit down and actually lock in reads but it's gonna be nuts and wacky and sad and insane)