#amber!clef

[thescaryhyperfem]

YUM YUM YUM!

[thesoothinghypermasculine]

they're friends. even worse actually

[lizavet]

A funny scenario from my PMD Explorers team.

(Sprites as always comes from the amazing PMD Sprite Repository)

[janeways-coffees]

Oh, Regal has too many targets

[fanaticsnail]

This is something I thought of but it suits the men you like more than it does mine

Imagine an au or smth in which your fave plays the cello

Now imagine y/n oc sitting on his lap, he's choking them while using a toy on them and in that position it's almost like he's playing y/n like they're a cello

I think you could do this prompt justice better than I ever could so I hope you enjoy it ✨️

Cellist Kid

Okay, but hear me out. Cellist Kid.

Cellist. Kid.

Thoughts below the cut.

Synopsis: your academic rival and you do not get along. You find his boorish intensity revolting, and he finds your attitude standoffish. As your conductor decides to pair you together to practice, tempers flare and passion ignites.

Themes: afab!reader x Kid, cellist!kid x flautist!reader, choking, Kid has both hands, kissing swearing, college AU, NSFW, 18+, smut, P in V sex, drabble length, creampie, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, hate sex.

College AU with Eustass Kid wanting to practice playing electric bass, but instead joins an orchestral ensemble at his college for extra credit. They don't play metal, punk, or rock: but he absolutely has a soft spot for movie soundtracks that use heavy bass: game of thrones, lord of the rings, Narnia, all of the songs of his childhood.

He decides the closest thing to a bass is a cello. It takes him a while to understand how to use a bow, but he picks it up in no time. He enjoys this time he spends playing music, it's a way he gets to unwind and hone in on his musicality.

The only hiccup in this perfect symphony is you. Not your playing, but your attitude. You loathe him, and he despises you.

You're a flautist who often gets the lead line for the pieces because you're extremely talented and dedicated to your craft. You hang shit on Kid for joining a failing Warhammer painting group with his best friend, MSK - and he taunts you just as much for joining a Dungeons & Dragons group being ran by a DM named Usopp, an English literature major who enjoys spinning roleplaying tales.

But the more you play music together, the more the conductor of the band decides to place you two together in a more permanent way. You're perfect for each other, in your conductors opinion. The deep rattle of the bass clef played by Kid harmonises perfectly with the treble you produce with your fluttery breath and nimble fingers.

You've been aggressively quippy with each other for a few months now, the rest of the orchestra rolling their eyes every time you have a fued in front of them. Your conductor decides to place the two of you together to sort it out between you.

Now that you're in an empty classroom together, all lecturers gone for the night, the tension draws thick between you. Your snarl draws his heckles up, his growl causes your skin to ignite with disdain at him.

"What the hell is your problem with me, cellist?" You finally curse at him, acknowledging his presence for the first time in twenty minutes. He halts tuning his pegs and places his broad bow in the case at his feet.

"Could say the same for you, flooty," he spat back, his nose scrunching at you while reaching for his amber rosin.

"I hate you," you snarl at him.

"I hate you," he barked at you in response.

"I hate you first," your body moved against its will, placing your flute carefully within the hard case beside you and stomped towards him.

"I hate you second," he growls in return, the gruff grumble igniting flames in his chest as he casts aside his borrowed cello in its stand.

"What does that even matter?" you question him, cocking your head to the side and furrowing your brows, "I could wring your neck and scream at you for how much I despise you!"

"Would be a better sound than your fucking playing, that's for sure!" he draws himself closer to you, his much taller frame towering over yours.

You see red, reaching up and circling his neck with your hands. You use all your might to shove him down onto the chair he was formerly sat atop and accidentally fall on top of him. Your thighs frame his, your crotch perfectly in line with his.

This small stumble causes you to falter in your fury. Shock writes itself over your face as you notice a soft blush dust the cheeks of your academic rival beneath you. From this new position, you notice the warm hue in his hazel eyes: the tint almost rust-coloured in the pale lighting.

You both glance down to the join of your bodies in synchrony before glancing back up at each other's shocked faces.

It all happens in an instant: clothes cast aside and discarded on the floor, lips gnashing, biting and marking each other beneath your rough oscillations. You're in his lap, facing away from him with his girthy cock plunging deep within your slick cunt with a brutal rapidity.

His left hand circles your throat, causing your head to lull against his left shoulder. His right hand is plunged deep between your legs and pinches, circles and grinds against your clit as he thrusts his cock deep within you.

As his right digits begin tapping your clit in rhythmic patterns, the fingers of his left hand tighten and loosen against your flesh. The stampeding ecstacy draws ever nearer, both of your voices picking up in the corners as his knob bullies and batters your cervix with deep thrusts.

As your abdomen begins to tighten it's woven band of ecstacy, Kid's huffed breath pants out with more intentional rapidity. His thighs shudder beneath you, his body giving into the carnal urge to fuck the attitude and sass out of you with each cruel thrust.

His left hand breaks away from your neck circling in front of your chest and anchoring his body against yours to chase his climax within you. His momentum staggers as you felt his cock twitch within your plush walls.

"I-I-..." Kid stutters through his warning, mewling your name in a panted whine, "...-I'm gonna-... fuck. You feel so fucking good. I'm gon-... -I'm c-cumming."

As he whines through his panted confession, your body immediately was ushered into your bliss alongside his own. Lights danced behind your eyes as your body betrayed your hatred for him and transported your senses to become overwhelmed with bliss.

You cried his name, head lying fully back and at his mercy as he continued to bully his thick cock deep within you. Ribbons of hot, sticky cum shot deep within you, the rippling backsplash causing the translucent fluid to leak from your entrance and pool down your spread legs and onto his thighs.

As you rode through your mutual bliss, Kid offers you an apology for his prior insults.

"I-... -I don't think you're a shit flute-player," he admits, his forehead meeting with the back of your neck, "I actually think you're quite talented."

"You are too," you confess, nuzzling the back of your head against his, "But you're still an asshole."

Notes: I'm not sure if cellist Kid is a vibe or not, but it was my initial thoughts. A little bit of enemies to lovers never hurt. I could also see Law as a cellist, but Kid was screaming at me. I have had a drink, and this was done in about 20 minutes. Apologies for grammar mistakes!

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

Today I'd like to show all the Thoughts that we encountered in the game, but didn't end up Internalizing. I think that the more you see of these, the more of a complete picture you get of Harry.

GUILLAUME LE MILLION

Temporary research bonus: -1 Logic: Head in the clouds

PROBLEM:

Whatever happened to Guillaume Le Million, who -- with his amber mane and sparkling teeth -- beguiled the tattered remains of the nation? While you suffered and suffered, did he dematerialize in a cloud of cocaine dust? Or did he simply stand in the corner and melt into the slendering *New* lines of some starlit boîte de nuit twenty years ago? Spare a thought for his great ass too! Or wait... maybe he became a police officer in Revachol West! Hmm...

Completion bonuses: +1 Pain Threshold: Blood oxygen is boring All PSY learning caps raised by one

SOLUTION:

Bad news: Guillaume le Million did not become a cop. In '38 he went on a tour to the Hsin-Yao province in Safre, where he died of auto-erotic asphyxiation. His body was found hanging from a decorative dragon tree in his junior suite, amid drug paraphernalia, unwholesome objects, and the Sylvia Trainor single "Wonderland" skipping in the background. And yes, you can take this as a metaphor for Revachol in the Thirties. And also as a warning.

DETECTIVE COSTEAU

Temporary research bonus: -2 Conceptualization: An idiotic idea

PROBLEM:

Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau -- when you say it, it feels like you're taking a bite of lemon meringue while sitting on the terrace of a seaside cafe. On a cool summer day. In Sur-La-Clef. It's everything you're *not*. You haven't created many things during your stay in Martinaise, but you've created this. A fancy, sophisticated name that makes you sound intelligent. And that no one seems to *acknowledge*. Don't you feel like you deserve a reward for coming up with something so special? And what would that reward *be*?

Completion bonuses: +1 Savoir Faire: This one sounds fancy, let's have this +1 Esprit de Corps: Yup, fancy, let's have this one too

SOLUTION:

Monsieur Costeau, the reward for coming up with your classy new name has arrived. What are the attributes Detective Costeau should gain in? *Obviously* Savoir Faire and Esprit de Corps. You know *exactly* what they do and what those words mean. They're *refined*. Like *you*. You have a ton of that fancy stuff. And if the world can't accept Raphaël Ambrosius is your name -- you will always be Detective Costeau to yourself. R.A. Costeau -- sophisticated culture-detective. Specializes in ancient things and art.

BOIADEIRO

Temporary research bonus: -1 Physical Instrument: Astra Country

PROBLEM:

It has been brought to your attention that there are men who live by the law of the land and the strength of their arms. Sunburnt, rugged, smoking men who explored the great rivery veins of upper-Magritte and tamed the Mundi wilds. Frontiersmen, cow-herders, philosophers -- the *boiadeiros*... with a gun in one hand and an unfiltered cigarette between their lips, these men made their own rules. What would it take for you to become one too?

Completion bonuses: -1 Esprit de Corps: Lone wolf Cigarettes give +2 INT

SOLUTION:

Smoking, Harry. It will take a lot of tobacco-smoking for you to become a *boiadeiro*. Twin cigarettes fused to your lips and one hanging out of your nostril. In these tame, cultured times, without the sky’s dome above your head, the only way to be a true Franconigerian individualist is to smoke a lot of cigarettes. Light one up immediately. The smell of coffee brewing over a fire pit, a chestnut-flavoured morning. Welcome to Astra Country.

I'm not sure we ever actually encountered cigarettes in the course of our playthrough. Normally, they give +1 INT at the cost of 1 Health -- this improves the effect.

MAGNESIUM-BASED LIFEFORM

Temporary research bonus: -1 Shivers: No shakes

PROBLEM:

It is generally understood that human beings are carbon-based organisms, fusing little carbon tubes together to form complex, mushy structures capable of thought, love, and locomotion. It is also known that these structures sometimes like to “take the edge off” by consuming ethanol, amphetamine, etc. In such cases, it is important to supplement your body with magnesium. Tired? Mag it! Down? Mag time! Liver damage? MAXIMUM MAG! Some people say magnesium doesn’t really do anything and you just need to quit. What do we tell them?

Completion bonuses: +2 Volition: Magnesium receptacle glands -1 Logic: No such thing, man

SOLUTION:

We tell them: HELL NO. You’re about to become a magnesium-based lifeform. The age of the primitive carbon-man is done. No longer must mankind rely on slow-working background radiation to take us further into our genetic destiny. This is the era of guided evolution, and magnesium is the key. You are the first of your species. The next step in human evolution. An advanced magnesium proto-man who mags it up, drinks it down, and sniffs it sideways!

A pretty useful Thought if you have low PSY.

BRINGING OF THE LAW (LAW-JAW)

Temporary research bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Weird jaw

PROBLEM:

Hey, so a little observation. It's all cool, man. Don't freak out, but every time you say “I am the law“ -- and you say it *a lot*, it's basically *hello* for you -- your jaw does this *weird thing*. It sort of shifts sideways, hanging off your face at a jaunty angle, while the word *law* sounds oddly guttural and low. It's... strange. You wouldn't notice it, but after saying you're the law eighty thousand times, the question *does* come up: why *do* you have Law Jaw?

Completion bonuses: Learning cap for Hand/Eye Coordination raised to 6 Succeed all Hand/Eye Coordination passives -1 Rhetoric: Jaw still weird

SOLUTION:

Okay, so. We now know why you have *Law Jaw*. Why you say *the law* in a weird manner, and why your jaw does that thing. You had polio as a child. You hadn’t gotten vaccinated. It must've been right after the Revolution -- not a lot of vaccine going around then. So you got infantile paralysis due to polio and this jaw thing is a complication from that. Admittedly, it’s not very funny. But you *overcame* it! This little infant survived and became a sharpshooting supercop. So: fuck you, polio!

This is a pretty useful Thought *and* it tells us something, in my opinion, pretty important about Harry.

ANTI-OBJECT TASK FORCE

Temporary research bonus: -2 Pain Threshold: Hurts!

PROBLEM:

Take a look at your hands. See how bruised they are? See those little scars? This is Exhibit A. The material world is holding you back. Containers, mailboxes, doors, chairs -- they are all your enemies. Always have been. Atoms themselves are in on the conspiracy, forming shapes and structures that you hate. You are energy stuck in a body. You are spirit trapped in matter. Break free! Beat up that lamp post! Let it know just how much objects *suck*.

Completion bonuses: Attacking physical objects heals damage +1 Pain Threshold: Thick skin All FYS learning caps raised by one

SOLUTION:

Behold: the Anti-Object Task Force has assembled. God's avenging angel, arrayed against the lower emanations of the Darkened One: shoe racks, tape recorders, motor carriages. And doors. So many doors. You're not just pounding it all to pieces. You’re *reforging* the universe. From the anvil of the heavens to the worms below. Indulge in it. Be bold. Have an *impact* on the shape of Creation. Out of the furnace of your rage -- a new reality! Also, you should trash your room *again*.

The first bonus here is not as useful as it sounds, because by the time you unlock this Thought, you'll have already been through most of the attackable things in the game. The rest is still pretty good, though.

DATE OF BIRTH GENERATOR

Temporary research bonus: None

PROBLEM:

Your face looks like it’s 58 and your body feels like it’s 60. Your mind feels like it’s lived for one day or a hundred. Both longer than they ought to be, the day and the century.... But for how long, then, has this thing attached to your sentience walked the planet’s crust? Time to start racking those brains of yours, Elder One. When and where were you born?

Completion bonuses: Learning cap for Logic raised to 4 -1 difficulty to all Physique passives

SOLUTION:

You were born in the year ‘07, in the last year of the Commune of Revachol, right before it fell. In the Old Military Hospital, on the ground floor where people usually came to die, during a snowstorm. The Revolution had about one year left to go and the fires were still burning bright. There were explosions in the blizzard. This was 44 years ago. You are 44 years old. The bloating might never leave your face, but beneath it -- you still have some years. You still have some hope.

I believe you can talk about this with Kim once you have the answer.

ARNO VAN EYCK

Temporary research bonus: +1 Interfacing

PROBLEM:

The question won’t leave you – why did the melody line from a broken and discarded tape fit perfectly into a song played by some speedfreaks in a frozen tent? Can it be a coincidence? Maybe it’s the hand of the Man-Machine himself, in his attempt to craft a perfect song. Maybe Egg Head is actually Arno van Eyck in disguise!? Eyck? Egg? Hmm...

Completion bonuses: All white Motorics checks unlocked Reveals Arno Van Eyck gig posters in the world

SOLUTION:

Okay, so Egg Head is clearly not Van Eyck in disguise. Van Eyck is an Oranjese disc jockey -- but those people get around. Especially in Revachol, in the clubs on Boogie Street. Perhaps he stayed here for a short stint and discarded part of the song he was working on. Just threw it away. And then it ended up in the hawthorn tree. But why? Did he think it was *retrograde*? It wasn’t. Perhaps he caught a glimpse of the future and did not want for it to arrive just yet. Perhaps the city whispered the topline to him and he was frightened by it?

We've seen variations on this one before for other skill categories. The Arno Van Eyck posters give you additional orbs to click, which synergises nicely with Jamais Vu.

Egg Head also directly told us that his name was in reference to Van Eyck at one point, so that was not really much of a mystery.

SEARCHLIGHT DIVISION

Temporary research bonus: None

PROBLEM:

Missing persons cases just really get to you. It's hard watching people worry about their loved ones – the little nervous movements, the dark rings around their eyes from sleepless nights. And even if there are no loved ones waiting – you like to have all your ducks in a row, and it really bothers you when whole entire people aren't accounted for.

Completion bonus: +2 Perception: Clear-eyed pursuit of truth

SOLUTION:

You've sharpened your senses by being on the lookout for missing persons. Now you notice more of what's happening around you. Perhaps when you're done with this case, you can join the Searchlight Division of the RCM, and find every Revacholian that's ever gone missing without a trace (there is undoubtedly a backlog of such cases). Because you never know, a missing person could be just around the edge, barely out of sight.

ONE MORE DOOR

Temporary research bonus: +1 Half Light: What is behind it?

PROBLEM:

God dammit, it cannot be. A disgrace! That door on the coast... you remember the one, right? The one that leads to the abandoned supply depot? Why, in the name of all that's holy, does it not open? *Why*?! There *has* to be a way to get through that unopenable door. By gods, you're the police -- all doors are supposed to open before you. What will the others at the precinct think if you can't open a goddamn door? There must be a way.

Completion bonuses: -1 Half Light: No fear All PSY white checks unlocked

SOLUTION:

There is no way to open the supply depot door. Accept it. You cannot open *all the doors*. You have to integrate this into your character. Some doors will forever remain closed. Even if every single other door will open at one time or another, maybe to a key, or maybe to some sort of tool meant for opening doors... But this one will never accede to such commands. A realization crucial to personal growth. Crucial.

There will always be one more door.

HARDCORE AESTHETIC

Temporary research bonus: -2 Interfacing: Fuck grammar!

PROBLEM:

Not only have you internalized the Hard Core Aesthetic, you’ve also *contributed* to it. How harder-core could you possibly become? Low-core people come around you to correct your “typos”: it’s “Hardcore” here, “hard-core” there, “Hardorcore” in a third instant -- what’s going on? Those aren’t typos, man, that’s how core hardness works. If you don’t know “hard-core” from “Our Happy Hardcore,” what the fuck are we even talking about?

Completion bonuses: +1 Endurance: Really useful for doing drugs +1 Volition: Same thing, Hardman

SOLUTION:

Oh yes. Drugs. We’re talking about drugs. Let’s face it, these flirtations with the Hard Core Aesthetic have all been leading up to one question: Can I do drugs *harder* now that I’m a Hard Cop? And the answer is: yes. You can. You can do one more blast of pyrholidon and yellow shit-powder, you can even pull a ciggie and a lager on top of that. There. You’ve *truly* made the Hardcore your own thing now.

Despite what it says on the tin, this actually just gives you more health.

THE INSULINDIAN MIRACLE

Temporary research bonus: None

PROBLEM:

You were reminded of a poem, somewhere deep inside you, the translation of which you don't remember… "Nulla sarà cambiato della luce!” it begins. “Colori come grigio e marrone / Tutti stampati uno sull’altro / Trovai un vuoto / Una macchia Bianca / Gli altri guardarono / “Che bella giornata! Che bel tempo!” / Ma sentii la rotativa." You were reminded of it when you heard about the discovery of Insulinde. But what does it mean? And how do you know it by heart?

Completion bonuses: All white checks unlocked

SOLUTION:

It’s easy. You know the poem by heart because you were taught it at school. It is one of the Volta do Mar mantras repeated on the voyage that lead to the discovery of the Insulindian isola. And the words mean: “Nothing will be changed about the light! / Colours like grey and brown / All printed on top of each other / I found a blank white spot / All the others looked up: / ‘What a beautiful day! What beautiful weather!’ / But all I heard was the printing machine." What strange words to celebrate a new world.

You can only unlock this Thought when talking with Joyce after the confrontation with Ruby, making it a really useful tool if you have anything left to do in the game at that point.

And that's all the Thoughts that we encountered in our playthrough, aside from the ones we already saw in the game proper. We did also *technically* get to the point where we could have seen the Thoughts for the moralist and ultraliberal political alignments, even if we chose not to opt into them. So, I'll show those too:

KINGDOM OF CONSCIENCE

Temporary research bonus: -2 Half Light: Calm water

PROBLEM:

Heartache is powerful, but democracy is *subtle*. Incrementally, you begin to notice a change in the weather. When it snows, the flakes are softer when they stick to your worry-worn forehead. When it rains, the rain is warmer. Democracy is coming to the Administrative Region. The ideals of Dolorian humanism are reinstating themselves. How can they not? These are the ideals of the Coalition and the Moralist International. Those guys are signal blue. And they're not only good -- they're also powerful. What will it be like, once their nuanced plans have been realized?

Completion bonuses: Moralist dialogue heals 1 Morale Learning cap for Volition raised to 5 Learning cap for Logic raised to 5

SOLUTION:

The Kingdom of Conscience will be exactly as it is now. Moralists don't really *have* beliefs. Sometimes they stumble on one, like on a child's toy left on the carpet. The toy must be put away immediately. And the child reprimanded. Centrism isn't change -- not even incremental change. It is *control*. Over yourself and the world. Exercise it. Look up at the sky, at the dark shapes of Coalition airships hanging there. Ask yourself: is there something sinister in moralism? And then answer: no. God is in his heaven. Everything is normal on Earth.

INDIRECT MODES OF TAXATION

Temporary research bonus: -2 Empathy: Cold blooded

PROBLEM:

First, if you have a side-bitch ideology cooking somewhere, don't sweat it. Fightin' indirect taxation for the Gossamer State is compatible with *all* creeds. It's cool like that. You're a cool anarchist now. Unless you don't want to be an anarchist. Whatever! Stuff this meal ticket in your eye-socket and let's see if we can steal some *love* back from the robber barons at the customs agency and the *banditos* at The Insulindian Financial Oversight and Competition Committee.

Completion bonuses: -1 Empathy: Thinks he's a hustler or something Ultraliberal dialogue options give +1 real

SOLUTION:

Turns out those Financial Oversight Committee gangsters stuffed millions of hard-earned dividends away in the last place anyone thought to look: the hearts and minds of everyday Revacholians! You need to spread that deregulation gospel to the *people*. Tell them about that foreign fare tax. Preach that 98% gross burden. Preach it, preacher man! Set the brothas free. Taxes are racist.

Even with those, there are still *eighteen* Thoughts remaining in the game that we didn't encounter - either because we didn't have high enough stats, didn't pick the right dialogue options, or chose not to put any points into fascism. Some of them are mutually exclusive with Thoughts we did pick, some require *really complicated* methods to find. A few of them give us some more interesting backstory on Harry and Kim that's worth hearing -- but I'll let you uncover that on your own time.

[welcometoteyvat]

genshin typography stuff. really long

when genshin had birthday web events for characters apparently they'd put an announcement on miyoushe, which from what I gather is chinese hoyolab. the point is the announcement banners actually have interesting typography choices? I wouldn't say graphic design is their passion but at least they put some modicum of thought into it. also they stopped doing customized banners after 2022 for whatever godforsaken reason and im like bruh. bring it back cmon don't be lazy!

edit: oh also if something similar to this is on twitter and in english that's very cool but I actually hate navigating that site. do not appreciate finding things on a page with infinite scroll and a lot more posts

anyways, some interesting things:

2021 xingqiu and 2022 yanfei have the same font, while 2021 yanfei's is in the typeface of her (and zhongli's) burst. other announcements probably also share fonts (or use the standard hoyo serif font) but I've only noticed these two. edit: pretty sure layla/tighnari/dori all have the same one, and so do kaeya/sucrose

2021 chongyun's text is curved like the bagua symbols which is v cute. bonus points for incorporating his chonghua sword into the 2nd character

gorou's font is so interesting..... it's very calligraphy but more connected and more like actual calligraphy than the other calligraphy fonts they use.... anyways idk I just didn't expect this vibe from him so it's neat. the fish scale background is patternmaxxing so true

sayu's is cute... standard chinese cartoon font, and the paper textures are cool. reminds me a bit of that travel frog game and origami

in the same vein klee's is cute!! I really thought they'd make her font kiddy but it's not super obvious imo? maybe I'm predisposed to liking red because I feel like less is going on in this.

barbara's font being blackletter-y was kinda surprising? it fits though. i adore the clef symbol they added (the border looks like a photo frame? concert ticket? a nice touch)

adding onto 1.0 mond 4* banners, 2021 razor's goes surprisingly hard. ughhhhh the font, color choices, and the way his claymore splits the whole card in two, all of it is so pleasing to my eyes (his 2022 banner is not as good smh)

kazuha's is predictably a published book serif font but it fucks SO hard oh my god. I love this one. his 2021 announcement is also ok ig

2022 noelles is also really, really nice no notes. it's just very elegant and has good art (I miss the times when announcement portrait/drip market was a different pose than character splash art). another case where i think the 2021 post is a bit worse

2021 amber's is also pretty nice, looks deceptively simple but has enough going on to be interesting to me (just noticed the baron bunny overlay(?)). taking notes

last one is not a birthday event announcement but the font they chose is so interesting. it is nothing like the usual hoyo serif and I really like it. the gradient is also very nice

also all the text in the banners changes between each art; sometimes it's their skill/burst title, sometimes it's constellation titles, sometimes it's passives, etc. it's interesting.

after writing all this down I think I'm predisposed to liking the ones that integrate the character art into the design well, and everything else (font, background, whatnot) only matters relative to that lol. anyways mainly went through these taking notes

honorable mentions to 2022 jean, 2022 chongyun (composition points), 2022 hu tao (slightly less composition points), 2021 ganyu (because the background is from her story quest cutscene), 2021 ningguang (green backgrounds + ningguang work pretty well tbh), 2021 zhongli for the background, 2022 xingqiu (rainsword mention), 2021 bennett, diluc's just because his emo/goth font and pure black banner is kind of funny

for future reference all of these come from here

and since I've already put way too many links in this post I'll add another. idk where this rug is or if there's a larger post of the art but it's really cute

[lumiidragon]

Some Dr. Nikko Info

For anyone interested, mostly just me blurting out facts more or less.

-Dr. Nikko's full name is Dr. Luna Amber Nikko

-Dr. Nikko is meant to be a self-insert of mine, but is also her own OC.

-Dr. Nikko is genderfluid, but She/her pronouns are her main, however anything goes.

-Dr. Nikko may or may not be a throne/ophanim angel posing as a human. I say this because I have this canon very loose and it's really more or less whatever you like more and what I decide to draw her like atm.

-Dr. Nikko is shippable with canon characters (of age of course) because I am hopeless like that. It's for fun, not meant to be taken too seriously.

-Dr. Nikko has Lv. 3 clearance.

-Dr. Nikko is really just meant to be a character for fun interacting within the community or with characters. Once again, she's really not meant to be taken too seriously. So I usually don't worry about the heavy details in making her "work in canon".

-Dr. Nikko has a bathtub that spawns blobfish. Her favorite of the blobs is Alto Blob.

-Dr. Nikko's favorite hobby is making Dr. Clef wonder where he went wrong in life when meeting her.

Dr. Nikko's 3rd eye is removable from her chest. She does this often and pins it to stuff, usually her tie. People like to politely ignore this when they see her in the halls.

Want more info, feel free to ask. I'll make something up.

[bookwormscififan]

Science and Strength Have One Weakness: Flirtation

Read on AO3!

The alternate version

A/N: @iamvegorott's prompt today was to take the "Jackie and Mad meeting the chaos twins" idea and invert it. I had some fun writing this.

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“Tell me I’m not the only one who’s getting just the slightest bit tired of Host’s incessantly vague visions,” Mare rolled his eyes as he spoke into his phone, groaning at the answer from the other end of the line. “Like you have any say in anything, Phan. You can barely spend two days away from Night’s house.”

He strolled down the street, pausing when he spotted someone looking exceptionally lost just ahead of him, soft brown hair shining copper in the sunlight. Whatever comeback Phantom was yelling through the phone seemed to fade into the distance as Mare watched the man move, catching sight of freckles dusting across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

“I’m… I think I found the guy Host was talking about,” Mare whispered, throat suddenly dry as he hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket. He took a few moments to just observe, noting how the man seemed wary around other people, avoiding collisions as he tried to be as invisible as possible. What did Host say his name was again?

“Mad…” Mare breathed, eyes trained on Mad as he smoothly moved through the crowds, twirling his fingers around a purple wisp he’d summoned as he shaped it into something that Mad might like.

Mad turned a corner, seeming to disappear, and Mare sped up to follow him, moving down an alley and pausing when he couldn’t see Mad. Looking around the alley, Mare froze when something suddenly shot out in front of his face.

“Why are you following me?” Despite the fierce façade, Mare could hear the slight tremble in Mad’s voice, the way the item in his hands shook slightly from his own nerves, and Mare stepped back slightly so he could get Mad back in focus.

And the first thing he noticed was that Mad seemed to be pointing some sort of mallet at his face, glaring at him through fearful eyes. In the dim lighting of the alley, Mare’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the golden amber of Mad’s eyes, flecked with pale brown to look like sunlight through a glass of whiskey.

“I can see why Host wanted me to come and get you,” he breathed, catching the slight widening of Mad’s eyes as he spoke. “It’s too dangerous to leave someone as cute as you out here to fend for yourself.” His lips quirked up into a smirk as he lifted a finger to gently lower the mallet, tilting his head to see Mad properly.

“I—” Mad shook his head with a huff of a laugh, shaking his mallet to retract it and put it into his pocket. “I-I was trying to be intimidating, and you were… flirting with me?” His cheeks flushed red as he blinked several times, stepping back in confusion.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are like twin pools of amber?” Mare asked, stepping forward once Mad had put his mallet away. “Or that your hair shines bronze in the sunlight? I’d love to sit with you and count the constellations in your freckles, find shapes in the way they dust your face like an angel sprinkled them onto your cheeks.” Lifting a hand, he placed it against the wall beside Mad’s head, almost trapping him in the alleyway as he lifted his other to face palm up toward him.

“Wha…?” Mad’s question trailed off as he registered what Mare was showing him: a shimmering music note, hovering above his palm, slowly shifting between the treble clef and a star, slightly tinted purple. “How did you do that?”

“I can make more,” Mare replied, waving his hand to disperse the image before gently reaching up to cup Mad’s jaw. “I’ll make you an entire sky of stars and planets, and I’ll play you any type of music you could ever want. I just need you to say yes and come with me.”

“I-I…” Mad found himself at a loss for words when Mare’s breaths ghosted over his lips, making him aware of how close they were. Shaking hands moved to Mare’s shoulders, not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. “Where would we go?”

“I live with some people,” Mare began, shifting his other hand from the wall to Mad’s shoulder. “They’re very good at what they do, and they’ll be able to explain to you how you got here. A new place is frightening, and I needed help, too. I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

Mad hesitated, considering his options as his heartbeat echoed in his ears. An incredibly handsome man was standing in his personal space, face close enough to kiss, asking him to trust him. Despite his reservations about anyone else, Mad found he could… trust him. “What’s your name?”

“Natemare. Everyone just calls me Mare.”

“Well, Mare, I don’t know why, but I trust you. Take me to your place.” He gasped when Mare pulled him into a kiss, holding him close and humming when Mad relaxed into the contact. As he closed his eyes to embrace the feelings, Mare sent them both out of the alley and to the House.

----

“I am literally trying to eat my sandwich here,” Phantom grumbled, tossing a bottle cap at Mare’s head from his place on the park bench. “I thought you two wanted to come with me for support, not to make out.”

“I never said anything about supporting you,” Mare retorted, crouching down to let Mad check his head for injuries when the scientist quietly tugged on his sleeve. “I said I’d come with you, yes, but never anything about support.”

Phantom groaned as he rolled his eyes, setting his sandwich aside as he leaned back. “It’s like you’re a completely different person since you met Mad. I’ve barely seen you this past month.”

“Is that him?” Mad’s quiet voice stopped the twins’ argument, looking in the direction he was pointing to see a man in a red hoodie struggling to get out of a tree. “Red hoodie, green hair, that’s what Host said, right?”

“Right, dear heart,” Mare answered with a smile, giving Mad a quick peck on the cheek as he entwined their fingers. “Alright, Phan, we’ll leave you to it.” With a wink, he picked up their basket of food and disappeared, leaving Phantom without any lunch.

“Jerk!” He called into the air, dusting the crumbs off his pants before standing and heading over to the man in the tree. “Do you need some help?” He asked, looking up at the man hanging off the branch by his legs.

“Oh! Hello!” Phantom would be lying if he said that cheerful yet boisterous voice made his heart leap. “I actually do need a little help! I was trying to do this sick flip off a roof, but then there was this flash and I ended up in a tree. I think it’s an apple tree, but also I can’t get my legs unstuck!”

“Why were you trying to do a flip off a building?” Phantom asked slowly, trying to hide his confusion. His eyes widened when he noticed that the man’s hoodie had ridden up in his inverted position, showing off well-defined muscle that had Phantom’s mouth going dry.

“I’m a hero! My name’s Jackieboy Man, but most people just call me Jackie! I’d shake your hand, but I’m still… very stuck.” He gave an awkward chuckle, face going redder than before when he realised that Phantom was very close to him.

“I guessed you were a hero,” Phantom smiled, tilting his head so that he was almost at the perfect position to kiss Jackie. “Either that, or some sort of weightlifter. Look at those muscles… I’d love for you to show me how strong you are.”

Before Jackie could reply, Phantom snapped his fingers, and he fell to the ground. He blinked when he noticed he’d somehow managed to land on his ass despite being upside down in the tree. Rubbing his hip slightly, he looked up to see Phantom standing over him with dark eyes.

“I-I’ve had some problems with my strength,” he admitted quietly, pulling his hoodie down over his stomach. “I’ve hurt people I never meant to. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, sir.”

“I don’t bruise that easily, honey,” Phantom managed to get out despite the sudden rush he’d gotten from Jackie’s attempts to be polite. “I wouldn’t complain if you do bruise me, though. And you can call me Phantom.”

Jackie’s face was as red as his hoodie as he stumbled to stand up, dusting off his clothes before looking into Phantom’s face, and Phantom really wished Mare had left behind at least a bottle of water. Jackie’s eyes were twin pools of crystal blue, full of enthusiasm and awkwardness, shining brighter from beneath the mask he wore to cover his face.

Jackie spluttered as Phantom stepped closer, lifting his hands to trail along Jackie’s arms, squeezing at the muscles there before stepping even closer, almost flush against Jackie as his eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and back again. Jackie’s hands snapped up to hold Phantom’s upper arms, pausing when Phantom hummed in approval.

“If you manage to bruise me,” he whispered against the shell of Jackie’s ear. “I’ll happily show them off. I’m sure you’d love to see me in just some loose sweatpants, showing off the bruises on my hips and waist that you made.”

“W-Why would I be bruising those—” Jackie’s question was cut off by Phantom kissing him deeply, his own hands sliding down to grasp Phantom’s waist as if it were natural for them to be there. “You have really soft lips.”

“You are such a dork,” Phantom laughed, leaning his forehead against Jackie’s shoulder to catch his breath, sighing at the scent in the crook of his neck that was distinctly Jackie. “Host found the perfect match for me.”

“Host? Who’s—” Jackie was cut off again by Phantom’s lips, moulding to his own and clouding his mind of any questions.

“Come with me,” Phantom said against Jackie’s lips, slipping one hand under his hoodie to slide up his back. “Come home with me, show me the hero you are.” When Jackie whimpered in response, Phantom kissed him again, sending them to his bedroom as he deepened the kiss.

----

“Hey, we got the guys Host told us to,” Mare stated, holding Mad closely as he glared at Dark. “Why are you acting like we’ve committed some crime?”

“Between you twins and Marvin,” Dark sighed, moving around his desk to face Mare directly. “I doubt we’ll ever get peace and quiet again. Why is your tactic to just flirt?”

“Like you didn’t flirt with Anti when you went to get him,” Mare scoffed, turning away with Mad and starting to leave the room. “Tell Host he needs to find his own match next time.”

“Contrary to your beliefs,” Dark began quietly, watching Mare pause at the door. “It was Anti who sought me out.” He listened to Mare’s baffled snort, closing his eyes as the door opened and closed, leaving him alone with piles of paperwork.

“I must admit,” he stated to himself, lifting the first sheaf of paper from his pile. “At least they managed to get those two to the house without causing any trouble.”

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@brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons @rattyboyisemo

[redacted-scp-antics]

English is not my main language, so... I will most likely make some mistakes (grammar etc.) but I will try my best. :>

I'm really nervous about this whole thing. I don't know how people will react to this blog. But I'm just going to yeet myself into cold water and see what happens.

Anyway, I created this blog because I wanted to see what it would be like to have my very own centered around a certain topic. This little blog will be focused on my own SCP canon plus the ocs in it. This includes the O5 council, agents and members from other GOI.

WARNING!! This blog will mention serious topics!! Some characters have dealt with bullying, homophobia and more!! Please be careful. I will try my best to tag posts like that include triggers.

Also I won't reveal my exact age but I am over 18 years old. So I would prefer that everyone who might interact with this blog is also an adult.

DNI (if you think I forgot something, please let me know):

- transphobes

- homophobes

- anti lgbtqia+ overall

- maps

- albeists

- racists

- anti oc x canon (seriously, people who do oc x canon are just people and if you think a ship is problematic you can calmly tell them)

Since this is my first ask blog, I still have to figure things out, I'm not an expert :3

For now anonymous asks are turned off, I might turn them on eventually.

Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's jump over to the SCP stuff .

First things first: This blog is indeed inspired by other similar blogs. Tumblr has some really cool blogs focused on SCP content.

Let me finally start talking a bit more about my canon:

1. The veil is NOT lifted.

2. The Foundation has a pretty chill relationship with the GOC and Serpent's Hand.

3. Their relationship with the Chaos Insurgency... well, it's complicated.

4. There are different humanoid species. This includes the Saints, Starborn and Stareater.

5. Most characters you might know from the wiki do not exist in this canon. However, who knows? We might actually encounter a Clef from another canon.

I... I'm going to drop a character list. Because I have a bunch of them, and a list might help you all keeping track. Also, all of the characters are adults.

_Ethics Committee_

- Melia Callais (she/her)

_Foundation personnel_

- Marin (he/him): agent with the codename "Cheetah" • very close with Ten

- Aziel Madris (he/him): agent [MTF Nine-Tailed Fox]

- Lucan Maleko (he/him): agent [MTF Avalon's Wake] • formerly a Chaos Insurgency member • good friends with Eleven

- Kaja Diven (she/her): agent in Six's team • skilled pilot

- Avan Makarovich (he/him): agent with the codename "Bluebell" [MTF Red Right Hand]

- Elijah Makarovich (he/him): agent [MTF Hammer Down] • Avan's father

- Vaughn Feyrer (he/him): agent [MTF Street Samurai]

- Alise (he/him): doctor

- Ava Cloutier (she/her): anomaly

- Amber Rayleight (she/her): therapist

- Kajani (he/him): agent and caretaker

- Mordesh (she/her | he/him | it/its | they/them): anomaly

- Cassiopeia (she/her): anomaly

_O5 Council_

- O5-1: Merakhi (he/him) • "The Liar / The Deceiver"

- O5-2: Eliseo (he/him) • "Eye of Themis / Sword of Justice / Law's Right Hand"

- O5-3: Malakias (he/him) • "The Hunter / The Executioner"

- O5-4: Astra (he/him) • "Storyteller / Fairytale Prince"

- O5-5: Sanghae (he/him) • "Soultamer / The Host of a Thousand Souls / Ghost Catcher"

- O5-6: Marley (he/him) • "Eagle Eye / Harpy's Talon"

- O5-7: Lusca (trans ftm he/him) • "Sea Wasp"

- O5-8: Layne (he/him) • "Copper Heart / Child of Rust"

- O5-9: Rye (he/him) • "Frogcore"

- O5-10: Verean (he/him) • "Electric Eye / The Spy"

- O5-11: Alain (he/him) • "Ventriloquist"

- O5-12: Jolyon (he/him and they/them) • "Magician / Spell Caster"

- O5-13: Niran (he/him) • "Keeper of Light"

- Administrator: Ascian (he/him)

-Administrator: Resolia (she/her)

_Other_

- Sage Rivera (he/him): GOC agent • works very closely with the Foundation and is a part of the MTF Abyss Gazers

- Evangeline Alcalde (she/her): agent • GOC

- Fiera (she/her): GOC • Sage's close, if not even his best, friend • very skilled pilot and medic

- Olivia Cardoso (she/her): Serpent's Hand

_Saints_

- Liardin (he/him)

- Satia (she/her)

- Satus (he/him and they/them) • Satus is not his real name. Just the name the different GOI use.

_Starborn_

- Lacania (she/her)

- Eloni (she/her)

- Revan (he/him)

- Ascian (yes, the Administrator.)

- Alkaios (he/him)

_Stareater_

- Carmient (he/him)

- Ashem (he/him)

- Lynia (she/her)

- Noire (he/him)

- Lacereil (he/him)

(If you come up with headcanons for my characters, please feel free to tell me. I love headcanons :3

One more thing: I did not mention the sexualities of these characters. But none of them is straight.)

[llycaons]

brashen's ragtag crew that he scraped up and trained and now they love each other...clef and jek and semoy and amber....PARAGON....they have a responsibility to each other 🥺😭

[thescaryhyperfem]

doodles

[acrylicphotoblocks]

Clef Tone Acrylic Photo Block

Clef Tone Acrylic Photo Block offers ten palettes of modern abstraction, each variant a poetic exploration of color and form:

• Full-Color — luminous jewel-tone swirls layering deep magentas, emeralds, and sapphires • Noir & Blanc — charcoal and ivory contrasts sculpted in timeless form • Obsidian Petals — inky blacks punctuated by amber highlights, evoking nocturnal blooms • Azure Sonata — cerulean currents flowing like tranquil ocean waves • Forest Understory — verdant greens and warm ochres weaving a woodland tapestry • Terra Cadence — earthy siennas and taupes moving in organic rhythms • Gilded Elegy — antique sepias threaded with gold accents for quiet luxury • Sonata in Smoke — soft grays drifting through ethereal, smoky layers • Slate Lace — delicate slate-blue filigree dancing over pale blush highlights • Dusky Mirage — moody charcoals blending with warm neutrals in haunting depth

[redrobbrivers]

true paragon fans WANT him to die but brashen :( amber :( clef :(

[chloristoflora]

She sat down again and said, "Well. It's a strange pleasure to see the man who wears my ship's face—though doubtless you think of it the other way. Please, come to our table, and have a cup of coffee and tell me how it felt to see the figurehead Amber carved to match the man who held her heart."

The silence that follows a very awkward statement has a peculiar noise of its own. I swear that I could hear Lant holding his breath and literally feel the wide-eyed stares from Spark and Perseverance. I found a hasty lie. "Coffee would be welcome! It may be spring, but the wind off the river cuts right down to my bones."

She grinned. "You never knew she'd carved your face for the ship, did you?"

Was honesty becoming a dangerous habit? What would Chade have thought? I allowed myself an embarrassed laugh and conceded, "Until a very short time ago, I did not."

"Oh, sweet Sa," Althea muttered, and Brashen brayed out the suppressed laugh that he could hold back no longer. I heard a soft exclamation behind me and turned to find that Alise had joined us.

"Oh, the things our women do to us!" Brashen exclaimed and came to clap me on the shoulder.

▪︎

"I've put Prince FitzChivalry and "Lady" Amber in the same room she once shared with Jek and me. Lord Lant, Clef has offered to share his cabin with you. He's given you the bunk and we'll hang a hammock for him. Per we put belowdeck with the crew." She gave me an apologetic look. "For now, we put your serving girl in with you and Amber, but—"

"Actually I don't mind a hammock belowdecks alongside Perseverance. It's better than sleeping on an open deck."

"Oh, we can do better than that. No need to separate you from your lady." This from Brashen.

Assassin's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Fitz and the Fool Trilogy #3)

[chaos-cousins]

[Introduction Post]

Hello, I'm Ren Amamiya, Wildcard, and my life is a nightmare. I'm either 17 or 25, depending on how you count time loop years. I keep getting thrown into other worlds with my cousins Elena and Hibiya, including this world. I like coffee and cats.

Also, Ene sometimes shows up and messes with my phone.

Hi!

We are currently in Unova.

My Team:

Satanael the Samurott

Blue the Lucario

Mercurius the Liepard

Sticks the Zoroark

Yoshitsune the Klinklang

[OOC INFO DOWN BELOW]

Hi there! My friends are making Pokeblogs so I thought I would make one too! But this isn't your average Pokeblog, instead it's from my crossover extravaganza from hell! Here's what you need to know:

Ren Amamiya/Joker (Persona 5), Elena Amamiya (Star Twinkle Precure), and Hibiya Amamiya (Kagerou Project) are cousins and have been isekaied into various worlds that I love. Meanwhile, their friends have been trapped in a time loop that resets two weeks after the Amamiyas end their adventure in whatever world they've become isekaied in. Luckily, the Amamiyas have their phones and csn communicate with their friends back in their world, as well as friends from the previous worlds they've visited!

For the purposes of this blog, the timeline is as follows: Xenoblade 1 > Xenoblade 2 > Chrono Trigger > Earthbound > Breath of the Wild > Persona 3 FES > Persona 4 > Persona 3 Portable FeMC > Yokai Watch > Pokemon Platinum > Pokémon Shield > Pokémon Legends Arceus > Too Many Types Emerald > Pokémon Violet > Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity > Ultra Moon > Let's Go Pikachu > Pokémon Colosseum > Pokémon SoulSilver > White 2 (where the blog is right now)

Okay miscellaneous stuff:

This blog is run by Ren Amamiya, who has been through a NG+ time loop separate from this one and frankly is done with time travel.

Hibiya Amamiya is no longer 11, he's 13 because I only found out he was 11 a couple months ago and I think it's funnier if he stays 13.

Also, the mod is a fresh adult. But still, please no NSFW. I also have arachnophobia, so please do not reblog my posts or send me asks with pictures of spiders in them (spider Pokémon like joltik and spinarak are fine)

Here's an archive of the Sinnoh teams!

Ren: Jack Frost the Empoleon, Izanagi the Luxray, Lucy the Gardevior, Cerberus the Houndoom, Andras the Chatot, and Arsène the Lucario.

Hibiya: Turters the Torterra, Pepper the Staraptor, Ace the Rapidash, Dart the Toxicroak, and Echo the Bronzong.

Elena: Blaze the Infernape, Usagi the Lopunny, Rosa the Roselia, and Frostbite the Sneasel.

Dawn: Bubbles the Empoleon, Menace the Golbat, Shelly the Gastrodon, Stella the Togetic, and Princess the Giratina.

+Legion the Spiritomb

Here's an archive of the Galar teams!

Me: Seiten Taisei the Rillaboom, Raoul the Thievul, Apsaras the Gastrodon, Futsunushi the Bisharp, Kelpie the Grapploct, King Frost the Mr. Rime, Genbu the Wartortle, and Kamui the Urshifu.

Hibiya: Aqua the Inteleon, Heilos the Growlithe, Pegasus the Rapidash, and Mammoth the Piloswine, Joule the Morpeko, Dusty the Mudsdale, and Spyro the Charmander.

Elena: Amber the Cinderace, Ringo the Appletun, Quake the Excadrill, Prism the Mantine, Fuji the Abomasnow, and Misty the Spritzee.

Here's an archive of the Hisui Teams!

Ren: Satan the Samurott, Lucifer the Luxray, Loki the Purugly, Helel the Hisuian Sneasler, Black Frost the Magmortar, and Pixie the Hisuan Zoroark.

Hibiya: Apollo the Decidueye, Geo the Golem, Matrix the Porygon-Z, Polar the Walrein, Sparks the Raichu, and Nightshade the Gengar.

Elena: Cyndi the Typhlosian, Honey the Combee, Vee the Glaceon, Gooey the Goodra, Vides the Tangrowth, and Clef the Clefable.

Akari: Borb the Decidueye, Bnnuy the Lopunny, Floof the Hisuian Arcanine, and Chomps the Garchomp.

Here's an archive of the Hoenn Teams! [Note: Elena, May's, and Hibiya's teams are incomplete because I cannot keep coming up with teams. From this point forward, only Ren's team will be listed.]

Ren: Mandrake the Meganium, Mot the Sandslash, Bicorn the Kingdra, Orobas the Galarian Rapidash, Bugs the Shedinja, and Trumpeter the Absol

Elena: Fuego the Delphox, Snips the Kingler, Cherry the Jumpluff,

Hibiya: Poseidon the Primarina, Anubis the Lucario, Slash the Zangoose

May: Foxy the Delphox, Stuffy the Bewear, Blobby the Ditto

Here's an archive of my Paldea Team!

Zorro the Meowscarada, Forneus the Paldean Clodsire, William the Pawmot, Carmen the Salazzle, Hereward the Ogerpon, Johanna the Miraidon

Here's an archive of my Alola Team!

Diego the Incineroar, Nekomata the Alolan Persian, Xiezhai the Ampharos, Milady the Toxapex, and Red Rider the Mudsdale.

Here's an archive of my Kanto Team!

Mocha the Pikachu, Narino the Gloom, Matari the Arcanine, Pacamara the Psyduck, Crystal the (Shiny) Jynx, and Mewtwo, technically

Here's an archive of my Orre Team!

Cumin the Makuhita, Honey the Furret, Cardamom the Entei, Clove the Sneasel, and Various Shadow Pokémon

Here's an archive of my Johto Team!

Alraune the Meganium, Kona the Furret, Esmeralda the Togetic, Kopi the Nidorina, and Antigua the Lugia