#do well or flop

[dcxdpdabbles]

Duke: Hey, guys, remember a couple of my friends are coming over today.

Tim: It's hard to forget when you tell us almost every hour, Duke.

Duke: Sorry it's just....these guys used to run We Are Robin movement with me and they can be a bit intense.

Damian: Expand on that.

Duke: *Deep sigh* Tuck and Sam are crazy but it's a Poison Ivy kind of crazy. Danny, on the other hand, is a mix between Harely Queen and Klarion.

Bruce: That's-

Duke: They're nice! I swear, they just give off chaotic engery, I think its cause they're not from Gotham.

Jason: Where are they from?

Duke: Never asked. They're runaways, and they were using Mr. White's resources when I meet them.

Jason nodding: Don't ask them about their past then. Got it.

Tim: We need information-

Jason: Street rules Timbo. No asking. No searching.

Duke/Steph: *Nodding*

Bruce: *Deep calming breath* Alright. Street rules. I'll respect it. When are they arriving?

Damian: They are here. On our roof.

Bruce: What?

Damian flips over tablet: Our system barely noticed their presence. A female and male broke through the seventh floor window.

Duke: Thats Sam and Tucker. But where is Danny?

Damian checking tablet: He's-

Danny fazing through the ceiling:

Duke: There he is. It's always good to see you dropping by Danny.

Dick: He crushed my lava cake 😢

[smileyobrien]

HAPPY STAR TREK DAY! 🖖

STAR TREK premiered in the United States on the 8th of September, 1966 with the episode "The Man Trap". Today, over 900 episodes across 12 tv and streaming series, as well as 13 feature films have been released, with more still in various stages of production.

[inkskinned]

i'm still trying to piece together the truth of it. when you left, you said: feel free to spin this narrative however you want. i have no idea if you were being cruel or if you just genuinely don't remember what you've done to me.

it's hard because i'd done so much of the work for you. i had seen the parts that flaked off, the rust underneath. i started separating you into two people - the one i loved, and the one who hurt me. i had this fantasy version of you - my partner - and then i had this stranger, a third person who would show up randomly to shatter me. i am deliriously glad i'm no longer with "the stranger". i miss the gentle (unreal?) "other" you terribly.

at first, i was so strict about my boundaries. i remember telling you to get the fuck out of my house if you were going to talk to me like that. by the end: i would justify your behavior for you, accepting even your mistreatment as "my fault" in the grand scheme. i look back on the person i was before you - smart, independent, confident - and i feel a strange sense of detachment. i don't even recognize me.

even in one of our last conversations, you said: if you want a partner that always talks warmly to you, find someone else. there was a time that a comment like that would have made me leave. and instead, somehow, i just placidly accepted that kind of thing. you were literally telling me that i wasn't allowed to have a reaction to your cruelty - and i just took it, because you'd so fully turned things around on me.

when people are faced with irrationality, a rational brain tries to make sense of it. this is the trap. they're lovely in the morning, gentle and blue-eyed and sweet. like nothing even happened, they breeze around the house and kiss you on the mouth. but at night; who is that? they snap almost randomly; flying into an impotent rage about just-about-anything. it just doesn't make sense. so the problem must be me, and my brain, and how i think.

the traumatized brain just wants peace. so maybe i'm misremembering. maybe you were just having a bad day. maybe it's actually me.

you eventually would fully turn on me and start implying that i am the bad actor in our relationship. that's what happens, right? that's literally in the playbook. you went to therapy for all of a month, told her a half-truth, co-opted therapyspeak. you figured out how to reframe your actions as "seeking peace." any time i stood my ground, i was "gaslighting." when i asked you to be more gentle, you said i was "tone policing." you said, randomly, i had emotionally manipulated you - i still have no idea what that's even specifically referring to. maybe my consistent requests for calmness and empathy?

and while i literally know better, and i'm sitting here, trained by you, thinking: wait, fuck. was i actually the person you made me out to be?

and the thing that scares me is that i literally do not know if you ever actually saw what you were doing to me. when you'd tell me how you remember arguments, you'd always summarize them in a way where you come off as gentle and easy: "i was trying to set an important boundary." what had actually happened was 15 minutes of you shouting at me i know you did something shady, just admit it already. eventually you'd say my reaction to your shouting (when i finally reacted, which usually happened around hour three) was inevitably "disappointing" and "another way i'm silencing your feelings."

how many times did i ask you - beg you - to just take accountability? looking back, i don't think i ever heard you say: you're right. the way i talked to you was wrong of me.

i am trying to tie together the two people into a full version of you in my head. yes, you made my coffee and made me laugh and spent hours on the phone with me. and yes - you would scream at me until i had to run away and hide behind something.

i wish i did have a narrative i could pull out and shape to my whim. i wish i did have some semblance of reality. instead i just stand here, strange and vibrating, wondering: what the fuck just happened?

[rotsplatter]

The nooblings require crumbs (more swap au noob art) to survive parental figure 🥺🥺 /nf

The nooblings shall get two pages of Swap AU noob art ♡ plus more lore!

Actually, would you guys want a comic abt how Noob got forsaken...

[xoxojisu]

unoffical bf kirishima PLEASE omg!!

stupidly playful pool day w/ unofficialbf!kirishima <3

you don’t remember how it started.

maybe you splashed him first. maybe he splashed you. doesn’t matter, because now you’re both drenched and grinning, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, ducking and weaving through the water like kids.

“truce!” you laugh, hands up, retreating toward the shallow end.

kiri follows you like always. “yeah? you surrendering?”

you nod, trying to bite back a grin. “absolutely. you win. congrats. you’re terrifying.”

“damn right.” he puffs his chest proudly, muscles gleaming, still grinning. and then, because he’s kiri, he adds, “but just so you know, i wasn’t really trying.”

you gasp, scandalized. “excuse me?!”

and you pounce.

you jump on him, mostly to dunk him, but he catches you instinctively, arms strong around your waist, laughing through it.

you try to wriggle out of his grip, but it’s no use. you’re completely at his mercy and he knows it. he leans in, nose almost brushing yours.

“you give up again?” he asks, teasingly.

your heart skips. “...maybe.”

“good answer.” and then he spins you. just to make you squeal. just to hear you laugh.

he sets you down gently after, but his hands linger. one at your waist. one at the back of your shoulder. you’re close. too close. you’re both breathing harder than you should be.

you blink up at him, soaked hair clinging to your cheeks.

“you, uh... good?” he asks, voice softer now.

you nod. “yeah. are you?”

he looks at you for a second too long. “...yeah.”

but neither of you move. neither of you break the eye contact. and everyone watching from the edge of the pool is mentally screaming.

masterlist

[sketchy-tour]

Beta playing pool beta playing pool beta playing pool beta-

ANYWAY! I brain rotted about this idea for a hot minute! Take these beta doodles. Putting them in your hands. Now I can properly beam Beta playing pool into your minds with a visual! Enjoy

[zevrra]

𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: pervy!jayce gets caught in the lab being anything but a golden boy, so you have to tease him just a little bit.

𝐰𝐜: 3.8k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: nsfw, fem!reader, pervy!jayce, lil bit of exhibitionism, jayce gets caught red handed being a perv, cunnilingus (oral f receiving), jayce is pathetic, reader tops jayce, clothed sex, foot-job, dirty talk, jayce makes a mess in his pants :3

𝐚/𝐧: part 2…hopefully soon…

Oh he was pathetic. It was just a jacket for fuck’s sake…but it was your jacket.

Jayce runs his fingers down along the hem of the lighter fabric, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he caresses the jacket. It had been forgotten in the after hours of the lab but there was no reason to worry; for now it was in his possession. Where he’d worship it, take such good care of if. Treat it as perfectly as he would treat you.

And while he knew better than to let this possessive, weaker side of himself slip out when he wasn’t at home; he couldn’t help it. Your jacket was right here, in his grasp, and wanted nothing but to have you. And it certainly did not help when the only thing he could smell was your intoxicating perfume clinging to the cloth, fueling his need even further.

He lifts the closest sleeve of the jacket to his face, pressing it directly into the side of his cheek where he blends into the fabric. He lets his mind imagine it as your hand touching him instead of the cool of the jacket. He smoothes the fabric across his lips, planting a kiss against what he imagines is your knuckles. His lips trail along the seam of your jacket sleeve, pressing kiss after kiss into your arm, until he reaches the collar.

God, how sweet would your skin taste? Would you moan his name? How wet could you get just from kissing and him absolutely desiring you?

“Fuck…this is bad.” Jayce whispers under his breath, feeling himself grow, tightening inside of his pants.

He presses the collar of the jacket around his nose, taking in the deepest breath that he could; practically inhaling the perfume you wore. He imagines pressing his nose right up against the curve of your neck, breathing in even deeper against your skin, while his hands run up along the curve of your back. With the jacket clasped in his grip he can almost completely imagine hugging around you, enveloping you entirely within his grasp; and it makes him so fucking hard. Thinking about the front of your body pressed directly against his own. Getting to feel your heart pound directly through your ribcage as he kisses you. Fuck, getting to touch you, feel every inch of your body; would you tremble beneath his hands? How hard would you grip his biceps when he slipped a hand down the front of your chest and touched between your thighs? His very creative imagination and the huff of every deep breath he took of your perfume, oh god it was a recipe for disaster.

“I know I shouldn’t…” He mutters into the empty room, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of doing what his mind so desperately wanted…but fuck if he wasn’t going to do what he wanted. So there he was, in the lab, sliding into the chair he normally sat in during the day, palming the front of his pants while every single little voice in his head told him it was a terrible, horrible idea. Of course he had done other…promiscuous things…to the thought of you but never in public. Never in the lab of all places; where he had just spent the entire day trying his best not to think about you, fearing he’d get hard.

God, he really, really was pathetic.

He moves to lay your jacket across his chest, keeping the collar curled up as close to his nose as he could, while his other hand travelled down his chest. He inhales that pretty perfume of yours into his lungs with every breath he takes, undoing the front of his pants and slipping his fingers right beneath the waistband of his underwear. His fingers curl around the thick of his stiff base, taking a deep breath at the same time his hand rises to the head of his cock, where Jayce groans heavily at his own touch. He bites his bottom lip as he daydreams about your hand wrapped around him instead. He couldn’t help but wonder how your fingers would feel rubbing over his head instead of his own. How soft they would be, how reactive he would be to your touch. Would you use your mouth? God, just the idea of it makes his hips jerk and his fingers stumble.

“Jayce?”

He could almost imagine how sweet your voice would be calling out his name. The breathless whine that would slip between your lips as your tongue tastes every inch of him and his name. He softly grunts at the thought of you sucking him off; how much could you take of his aching cock without crying while he tried his hardest not to fuck into the back of your throat.

“Uh…Jayce?”

The ring of his name this time was different…more real. Suddenly, Jayce is realizing he wouldn’t imagine you calling his name with such confusion. He quickly turns towards where your voice comes from. And when his eyes find you, standing in the doorway of the lab, he freezes like an animal caught in headlights.

You had cursed yourself for leaving behind your jacket. Halfway home and shivering, you almost gave up on going back for it but then you’d never hear the end of it from Jayce or Viktor. Getting scolded first thing in the morning about leaving your belongings around in the lab was not something you wanted so you had no choice. Halfway home, you unfortunately have to turn around and sneak your way back into the lab. But when you get back to the lab, strangely enough, the door is still unlocked. And what you find inside is Jayce Talis, Piltover’s golden boy, stretched out in his chair, gripping your jacket as close as he possibly can, as he strokes himself off.

At first you can’t even find the words to speak to get his attention. On one hand, you almost don’t want to say anything; too interested in how far he’d go or how long it would take him to notice you were standing, watching him as he committed this unholy act. Wondering what scene he was imagining in that moment that made him huff and groan the way he was. But on the other hand, he was certainly imagining you…and that was something you needed more detail about immediately.

“Jayce?” You call out, stepping closer to the chair he has seated himself in. When he doesn’t jump at your voice, you speak up once again. “Uh…Jayce?” This time, your voice shocks him back to reality.

Jayce turns to you, fear glistening in his pretty eyes, as he stares at you with his hand thoroughly shoved under his underwear and wrapped around himself. Your jacket lays coddled against his chest and nose—oh he was in deep. And all it did was make you smile.

He had been ignoring you for weeks now. Short, curt conversations; fleeing the lab whenever the opportunity arose. He avoided your gaze anytime the two of you were in the same room, staring at something else to keep himself busy. You assumed he had found out about your own feelings for him and was avoiding you at all costs but no…now you finally knew the reasoning behind it all.

“This! This isn’t! I’m so…I!” Jayce stammers, ripping his hand out of his pants and away from his body, attempting to cover himself while he also yanks the jacket away from his chest. He moves to stand but you plant a hand firmly on his shoulder and force him to stay in his seat.

You take the jacket out of his hand, tossing it over onto the desk adjacent to you. It wasn’t going to be of use anymore. “I would’ve never guessed that the Golden Boy of the council would be doing something so…scandalous.” You hum, a wide smile stretching across your lips.

Jayce stares up at you, a nervous flush stretching across his face. And he knows he could break free of your grip but why would he? You caught him, could blackmail him with whatever you wanted…but all he wanted was you. So why would he run away when he could get even the slightest bit of your attention. He’d just continue to turn red and be embarrassed about it; as if he didn’t enjoy it.

“What would they think of you?” You continue, sliding your hand along his shoulder before fiddling with the tie he wore every day. You tug the clothing item out from its usual position, twirling the red tie between your fingers. “All that money they give you to fund this lab and here you are jerking yourself off in it. How shameful.” You snicker, letting go of his tie. Watching with a smile as he struggles to defend himself but never attempts to hide the tightening in his boxers.

Oh, Jayce loved this.

Without another word, you lift yourself onto the top of the desk, curling a single finger to order Jayce to scoot closer to you; and he does without an ounce of hesitation. You slip out of your shoes before pressing a foot right up against the bulge in his underwear. You add just a little pressure and it makes Jayce groan.

“Jayce Talis the Pervert.” You nickname the large man who trembles under your touch. Moving the flat of your foot across the length of his shaft still hidden beneath his underwear. Even with him hiding inside of his boxers, you can clearly feel how big he is. You could clearly see it in comparison to your own foot snug up against him. Brains, brawn, and well endowed? Jayce just had it all. And you were lucky enough that he wanted no one but you.

“I’m not!” Jayce starts to speak up, to attempt to defend himself from any further embarrassment but it falters with another press of your foot against his aching cock.

You chuckle at the way he shivers and effectively shuts up with just a little pressure against his lower half. He tenses under your touch, gripping the chair with both hands while his gaze struggles to meet your own; too afraid to look you in the eye now. All that confidence of him touching himself inside the lab, where anyone could have found him, is all but completely gone now. He’s perfectly golden and obedient once more.

“Jayce.” Your voice rings out and he begrudgingly lifts his eyes to meet yours, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at you. “Tell me what you were thinking about and take off my pants.”

Jayce hesitates now, worry coloring his gaze as he glances up at you in an attempt to see if you were fooling him. But you stay silent, waiting for him to act and when he sees that you’re not joking, that he isn’t dreaming, his hands move to the front of your pants. He adjusts himself the best he can as he begins to remove them. “I was uh…thinking about…you...” Jayce whispers with an awkward laugh following as he yanks off your pants in a hurry. Like you might change your mind if he isn’t quick enough. “I was thinking about your touch and maybe where you would touch me if I ever got the chance to…be with…you.” He admits in a shameful tone.

You stifle a laugh at his embarrassment, pressing between his thighs once again and causing him to grunt. “Touching you like this?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow and you can feel him twitch beneath your toes.

He whines, bottom lip trembling. “Sorta…” He mutters, turning his gaze away from yours. “I imagined your fingers and your mouth…”

“Oh poor pervert Jayce, this isn’t enough for you?”

“No!” Jayce blurts out, scooting even closer in between your legs, forcing your foot to fully weigh down onto his shaft. “It’s good! Please, it's good.” He begs.

You smirk at his eagerness. Raising a hand to caress the side of his face where he melts into your touch. Probably another thing he’s craved for so long. You rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone while his eyes stare up at you, begging, yearning, waiting for you to speak.

“On your knees.” You hum, scooting closer to the edge of the desk.

He falls immediately to his knees, adjusting himself as close as he can to you. His hands grip either side of your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles as he waits for more orders.

Your reposition your foot up against his twitching cock once again while he nuzzles his head between your thighs, right up against your knee. He draws his fingers against your skin, pretty eyes staring up at you. He soaks up every second with you. Finally getting to touch you and he was desperate to keep you. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” Jayce admits, pressing a kiss against your knee. “I’ve wanted you so badly…please let me have you now. Even though I’ve been bad, I know I can be a good boy for you.” He mumbles softly against your skin before trailing kisses up along your inner thigh, his own hips rolling forward into the flat of your foot. Grinding into your foot like the depraved man that he was. His pretty hazel eyes stare up at you, pleading, begging you to let him make you his; but you wouldn’t break, not yet. He’d have to prove himself first.

“How good?” You ask, running a hand through the waves of his hair, as you give him a soft smile.

A red blush stretches across his face as he glances from your eyes, trailing down to your core just inches away from his lips. “I’ll be so good.” Jayce mutters before he leans forward, pressing his lips directly into your cunt, right over your underwear. His gaze returns to lock with your own, staring up at you as he does. “Please,” He mutters, hot and heavy against your clit. “Let me touch you…I’m begging. I’ll be good…” Jayce whispers as he continues to press kiss after kiss right into the curve of your core. His hips jerk again to further grind himself into your foot as his fingers grip around your thighs. “Please…”

You can’t help but chuckle again at his eagerness, softly groaning as he presses a kiss flush against your clit once more. “No. Perverts don’t get what they want.” You respond with a soft laugh.

Jayce whines but continues to rut himself against your foot. Pretty eyes pleading up at you as he does so, placing another steamy kiss right over your panties. “Not a pervert…” He mutters in an attempt to save face.

“No? Jerking yourself off in public? While thinking about me and using my jacket? Tsk, tsk. What if someone from the council saw you, pervert.” You respond with a smile.

Jayce adverts your gaze then, focusing on only lapping between your thighs instead. Didn’t want you to see it in his eyes how not-so-perfect he’s been, even if he admits that he isn’t as golden as he seems.

“I bet it isn’t the first time either.” You hum, pressing your foot directly into his stiff cock and forcing him to shudder. “I’ve noticed you staying late at the lab, just assumed it was you doing some overtime but no. You were touching yourself weren’t you? Pervert.” You chuckle at his weak, pathetic whine that slips from his lips at your touch.

“Can’t help it…you’re just so perfect…” He whines before looking away in shame before continuing to mouth at your cunt and grind into your foot. But you knew better, he wasn’t as ashamed as he probably should have been; no, he was entirely aroused, could feel it in every twitch under your foot. Could even see it in the blush that flushed across his cheeks like a red river. Sure, he was embarrassed about being caught but it was almost like he wanted to be caught…he wanted you to know how deprived he was for you, especially now that he didn’t have to pretend or sneak around.

But you’d drag it out as long as you could, just to tease him just a little more. ”And I don’t even want to mention the clothes I’ve been missing.”

This time with a little more force and roughness, you press into his head with your foot. Causing Jayce to harshly gasp at your words and from the pressure on his cock. A deep moan echoes from within his chest at the accusation…the rightful accusation.

“‘M sorry!” Jayce huffs, tears jumping to the corners of his eyes. “I was going to return them, I swear!” He claims, once again trying to save his skin.

Although you truly doubted he had ever planned on returning your clothes and that they would forever be used for his pleasure. His only bonus is that now he didn’t have to steal your clothes unless you wanted him too. You chuckle again softly, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug, forcing him to look up at you. “Doesn’t matter right now, be a good little pervert and make it up to me. Please me and don’t use your hands.” You order.

Jayce is far too eager to please. He huffs against your cunt, using his teeth to yank your panties to the side and pressing his mouth against your wet core. He grunts, nose flush to your body as he sucks harshly along your skin. His tongue lashes out, pushing through the slick folds of your pussy. His tongue moves to dance against your clit, relishing the way you suck a sharp breath through your teeth, before diving back in between your lips.

Keeping his hands rightfully out of the way, gripping your thighs just like you told him, and he moans at your taste. Jayce presses his tongue inside of you briefly before licking right back up to your clit. He rolls any spit off his tongue back onto your cunt, whimpering your name as he dives as deep as he can. He’s messy eating you out, tasting every inch and every drop of your slick that he can. His eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he finally gets something he’s been craving for weeks or even longer. He’s desperately lapping at your cunt like a man finally getting the first sip of water after weeks of dehydration. You wouldn’t have imagined how sloppy Jayce is, smearing every drop of slick and his spit along his chin as he eats you out. He’s grunting, moaning against your core while his hips continue to jerk forward; fucking his cock right up against the foot that still presses into him.

A sob breaks from your lips, instinctively your hand grips Jayce’s hair tighter. Your own hips jerking as his tongue wiggles against your clit. “Fuck. You’re good at this pervert…you’ve been daydreaming about it for so long haven’t you?” You moan, sucking in a sharp breath when Jayce sucks harsh against your core. You bite down on your bottom lip when he responds with a whimper of his own. “Wonder what else my little pervert has been daydreaming about.”

Jayce doesn’t answer though, just whines because he knows how perverted he truly has been. You could imagine how many countless dreams he’s had of you, touching you, tasting you, getting to fuck you to his hearts desire; waking up with morning wood, having to hide massive hard on’s when you two simply stood in the room together. You could imagine it all.

“Mmph…please.” Jayce finally breaks, leaning back ever so slightly, letting you see how messy he truly is. Where your slick dawns his face and smears across his lips. Sticks to his smooth, flushed face; so wet you can even see the strings of his saliva gleaming, still attached to your cunt. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer right away though, desperately lapping at your core again in an attempt to persuade you even further. His breath slips in and out quickly, ragged huffs of air as he moves his hips faster and faster. He grunts heavy against your cunt, sucking harshly on your clit, wild and chaotic as he seeks out his orgasm. His big eyes plead with you while his mouth is busy, begging to let him come.

“Ugh…” You groan, trying your hardest not to pant as badly as he was, fingers tightening in his hair. It was so hot. How desperate and pathetic he was that he was willing to get off on just your foot, just because that’s what you wanted. God, you’re so glad that you came back for your stupid jacket tonight or else you would never have known this side of Jayce. “Mhm, go ahead. A good boy like you deserves a reward.”

Jayce hiccups at your approval, because finally, his fingers move to grip around your calf where he lifts his entire body up to fully thrust against your foot. He eagerly ruts into you while attempting to place kisses along your thighs but it’s all too much for him to handle. He’s hunching over, a mix of your name and whimpers leave his lips as he reaches his high. His orgasm hits him, hard, causing him to shutter and tremble against the sole of your foot. You watch as his mouth falls open with a strangled sob as he cums inside his underwear and directly against your foot. And he doesn’t stop moving until he’s finished entirely with his orgasm. His entire body trembles as his head hangs low but he continues to keep his hands on your leg. Running his fingers up along your calf before kneading into the thick of your thigh to ground himself as he calms down from his orgasm.

When he’s spent, his hazel eyes are glancing up at your pretty face. Where he dawns a lopsided smile that matches the euphoric glint to his eyes.

“Please,” Jayce begins to beg again, his voice hoarse from his previous sobs. “Let me fuck you. I know I’ve been bad but please, I’ll fuck you so good…I’ll be so good...”

You smile, bitting down on your bottom lip to try and contain your giddiness. Not only did you have THE Jayce Talis, a man wanted by so many, getting off on your foot alone; here he was, on his knees, begging to fuck you. You move the hand tangled in his hair down along his jaw, caressing his face once more. “Take the rest of your clothes off then. And you better keep your word, or I’ll have to tell everyone in Piltover what a pervert you are.” You respond. But no matter the threats, all Jayce could hear was that yes, he finally would get to feel you. No more imagining or stealing your clothing items to use for his fantasies. He could have you. And he didn’t care, or maybe didn’t even know, that you were even lying. Oh, lying through your teeth. You’d never tell another soul about this side of Jayce…it was for you, and only you.

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

[ooliecat]

i like milla and raz. i love almost every psychonauts character but i really like these two. i enjoy both of their personalities and they're both fun to draw. Kind of wish there was more of them interacting. In fandom i mean. Games arent for choosing beggars. I think they have enough potential to be an interesting duo dynamic, that i dont show in this post here. You can pair Raz/Milla with Sasha, Lili, Oleander + others and find something with and for their respective pairs but not much interesting with each other. And not that stuff of them doesn't exist but you can imagine what it's normally like. bleh. and it being the Only stuff. bleh. and the stuff being so rare it might as well not exist. wleh. is this paragraph comprehensible. if i write long enough perhaps no one will read this. i may be crazy. i just think they're fine. i'm not clamouring and praying for more of these two. but i do feel like they're potential just sitting there and dying. though you could say that about all of psychonauts. i havent even said why i think they could be great. they're some of the most opposite not much in common characters you could get. from different worlds with different worldviews. lots of grounds for getting along and conflict. i dont know. i'm better at showing than saying. and i've been saying a whole lot of nothing.

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[tubbytarchia]

smallidarity to me. thumbs up emoji

[eff-exor]

almost summer time tum

[skitskatdacat63]

"I'm optimistic that Silverstone has to be better than this."

[itsnotmourn]

A SHOWER

CONTENT WARNINGS: no warnings applies

SUMMARY: halfway in their relationship; one jests and jokes, and the other worries

[ technically there’s a sixth part but that can be done later ]

wanted to explore their dynamic in a serious setting and how they’d reply/understand to certain things as folks who may not have the skills xp

winifred will get her “therapy session” later too hehe

[cozymochi]

For ask meme

Quote and backstory for Cecil, If you can't, you can choose just one. I love him and you other ocs very much 💖💕💗

Backstory: Tell me anything about your twst OC's backstory. Their childhood, their parents, their siblings etc. Does their backstory affect how they are as a character now and how they interact with the cast?

Cecil comes from a family of mages/witches, so that’s cool. His dad is a Royal Sword Academy alumni, so that’s something. He has an older twin sister, her name is Claudia.

She’s meticulous and always holds her head high when it comes to her magical ability and her appearance (💖). Outside of NRC, especially in their home village, they’re often viewed as a pair and compared to one another. (…Mainly Cecil getting compared to her.)

They have a magical rivalry since both of their magic manifested as children around the same time. Though, that’s probably when things started to go south in terms of their once more friendly relationship.

Further yapping under cut. 🔮

Claudia technically got her magic first, but Cecil has much larger reserves and a really natural instinct for it.

Unfortunately for Cecil, this caused a lot of problems early on with a perceived lack of control and a pattern of disasters if he got overwhelmed. Claudia was usually at the receiving end of those disasters, so much like the adults in their village, she doesn’t trust him with magic at all.

Repeated fumbling just made Cecil seem like a hazard who can only do wrong, while his sister was doing everything correctly and seemed more reliable. Her doing well just made his mistakes look worse by comparison. Even if they were really small.

So it became a case of Cecil’s self-confidence taking a major blow, meanwhile Claudia kind of got propped up as somebody he should be striving to emulate.

Over time, it was less that he didn’t have control, but lack of faith from anyone else during his formative years didn’t really help. And since magic is strongly imagination based, that can manifest as shoddy spell-casting unintentionally, even if he knows what he’s doing now.

Claudia is most certainly envious of Cecil’s lifelong affinity with magic, so she compensated by becoming an expert on all things surrounding it like, poisons, potions, curses, practical spell casting, conjuring. etc. and all of the correct most efficient ways to do so.

Though, ultimately it doesn’t matter how meticulous she is because her reserves are just too low for any arcane academy to care. She is not impressive enough to be accepted into any such school, but the bumbling Cecil was.

Her Signature Spell is just changing a persons hair/hair color. (Not that she’d let anyone know… not even her brother.)

There’s less celebration that Cecil got into the prestigious Night Raven College, so much as how unfair it that the seemingly perfect Claudia can’t get into any arcane academy at all. Dad doesn’t really care for NRC anyway so that doesn’t help.

They’re kind of both jealous of each other in some capacity, but neither have communicated this so they’re currently just strained. They can have good days, but otherwise they don’t really talk unless Cecil comes home. …And when he does, expect yapping about all of Claudia’s accomplishments while he was away.

Fun.

SO! How does all this manifest in how Cecil interacts with the cast?

It most emerges as deadpan snark and himself getting jealous about his peers’ magical prowess or their support systems. He just feels this insatiable need to prove how competent he is. …To mixed results.

Maybe he needs to become some hero who saves people or something? Or some kind of authority that gets respect no matter what?? He doesn’t really know.

So here’s Cecil having an all that baggage and just outside of his orbit is freaking Diasomnia fam.

It can get somebody a little… resentful.

He probably wouldn’t have gone to NRC at all if not for his need to prove himself. That, and maybe one teensy tiny push from a precocious neighbor.

But, who can really say?

[theythemmer]

Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched.

[mell0w0dyssey]

Redid the references for my modern AU designs, lowkey manifesting back my college concept art assignments...