#draw your ocs like this you fool (tag to draw my ocs)

[ary11y]

Hello

Welcome to the blog I made without thinking for reblogging cool stuff

Call me either Blu or Ari

I have a very (un)healthy obsession with chonny jash's music (/j)

I'm a minor so don't be a creep

I speak both English y español (viva México 👍)

I am a very confused person so I might not understand stuff right

Asks are fine :]

I'm a huge fan of ducks

Btw if you have a My Singing Monsters account add me mayhaps /nf (98554729KH)

Accounts:

@blu00u

@allgoodthingscomeinthrees

DNI list:

-NSFW accounts

-usual DNI stuff (homophobic, terfs, pedophiles, that stuff)

You're on VERY thin ice if...

-you support controversial people (joe Hawley, Juno, tap, Wilbur Soot, those people) (I do not want to be a part of anything controversial, you're not on the DNI list because I can't blame you for having a point of view, however, that doesn't mean I'm on your side or that I support you)

Tags I use often:

#woahh Ari's not reblogging for once - posts where I...don't reblog, it's probably going to be me talking about something a lot, probably in a single post

#*epically stores this* - posts that I don't want to lose in my 2763+ posts

#someone actually asked a fool something - asks

#art that makes me go skdndjsksnzjl - art I liked so much that I decided to store it

#in which a fool joins a picrew chain - picrew thingies I made because of a chain I was (probably) tagged in

#songs that rotating in Ari's brain - a song I can't get off my mind (LEAVE ME ALONE! GAH! /ref) or songs that I'm listening to and that I like the lyrics of

#you used to call me on my cellphone - oc lore (please make me use this tag please make me use this tag ple-) (tag shared with the blu00u account)

#wth Ari habla español? - posts in Spanish

#loki being a silly guy who's lokito - you should look at my dog Loki... NOW! (Aka photos/videos of my dog) (actually I think it's gonna be my dog in general)

#Artemisa being the chillest cat in the world - posts related to Artemisa :D

#the legend of Satoru and Warrior - Artemisa's kittens!!!!!!!!

#i LOVE aart - art tips!!!

#draw your ocs like this you fool (tag to draw my ocs) - images I found funny or epic and I want to draw my ocs like this (added the (tag to draw my ocs) because I realized it's not the best idea to have a tag named like this)

#collecting tee fanarts - ........HE'S VERY SILLY OK

#fun Ari facts: fun facts about me because I'm full of myself like that 🕶️ /j

#Blu's OC facts - fun facts about the sad lives of my OCs!!!! /Silly (I add trigger warnings on the tags btw

#Artemisa being the chillest cat in the world - stuff about my cat Artemisa B]

#the legend of Satoru and Warrior - rata 1 y rata 2 /aff (Artemisa's children)

#besties tag 💜🩵 - memories with my besties B]

#Ari's DrinkingBuddies Stash - LOOK TEE AND DEVIL WOULD TOTALLY BE FRIENDS CHAT ARE YOU HEARING ME

Silly stuff I've done:

Built a robot (#in which a fool that knows nothing about building a robot tries to build one)

Vibe checked people (#blu vibe checks people)

Created a writing blog (#ari writer arc)

Tried to music (#who the hell made blu think she can make music)

GOT HACKED BY A CLUCKING CHIMERA WHO WOULD NOT STOP REBLOGGED G BAGUETTES AND ONE (1) IMAGE OF HER SAYING LAUNCH THE MISSILS????????????? (#Teto speaks!!!)

K I think that's all, bye -runs away-

[saturnville]

bite, l. hamilton

pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x black best friend oc (anvika dawson) content: in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross. warning: 18+ content song: bite by njzoma an: y'all know I don't write smut fr, so ntm. but I hope y'all enjoy it. wc: 2,498 tags: the girlies who were hyping me up to post this @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites

“Just because we’re attracted to one another doesn’t mean we need to sleep together. I’m off that. Plus, we’re friends.”

Anvika prided herself on being a woman of self-control and discipline. Though it did not come easy, years of abstinence grew dreary and at times, very lonely, her hard work was not something she was willing to risk. Her decision to step into abstinence wasn’t one she took lightly, nor was it one that she planned, but once Anvika began the journey of healing from a heartbreak, intimacy with another man wasn’t the priority. Though that had been over four years ago and she was well over the situation, she could admit that while it was difficult to maintain her self-control, not having to worry about anyone’s snot-nosed son brought more peace than she could ever imagine. 

“Even more of a reason to let it happen. Everything happens better when you have a solid foundation first. Everybody thinks you two are together anyways. He truly cares for you, in more ways than one.” 

Anvika hummed and rolled her eyes as she brought the slender champagne fluke to her full lips. The liquid went smooth down her throat. She shrugged. “Then let them think that. Lewis is a good man, a good and attractive man, but…”

Her friend, Onyx, sighed and downed her drink with a wave of her hand. “I don’t know how you do it! I would’ve lost my mind by now. I commend you.” Onyx bowed playfully which pulled a light laugh from Anvika. Though she was joking, she couldn’t help but sense the truth behind her words. 

Though swearing off men and intimacy had become a more common practice among women, many people found it taboo and unrealistic. She soon began to ponder--what if she’d never find anyone that could give her what she wanted because of how she chose to navigate her dating life? She shook it off internally. That would be a problem, but none that would be hers. 

Before she got the chance to respond, her phone rang against the glass table that held their expensive lunch on it’s back. LH flashed across the screen. She smiled softly which caught the attention of Onyx, who gave a teasing smirk. For someone who was insistant on keeping a strong boundary between herself and her closest friend, she surely smiled like a fool whenever he called. 

“I told you I have a lunch date with Onyx today,” she reminded the racer lowly, using her index finger to draw doodles in the condensation her water glass sweat off on the table. “Everything alright?” 

“Everything’s fine, angel,” he spoke smoothly. “Just wanted to make sure you were still wanting to join me for the event on Friday.” Anvika hummed and nodded as though he could see her. He was attending a gala in London and of course, offered his plus-one to Anvika, as he had done since their friendship had begun years prior. What was his, was hers, including access to rooms and events that would grant her opportunities to further her career as a branding and marketing consultant. 

“Yes,” she replied excitedly. “I still haven’t found a dress. What color are you wearing?”

There was shuffling in the background before he spoke again. “Blue. Don’t worry about it,  I’ll handle it.” Her heart fluttered. “Enjoy your lunch. Tell Onyx I said hello and call me later, alright?” 

Anvika’s teeth trapped her bottom lip. “Alright. Talk soon.” 

“Bye, love.” 

Anvika turned her phone on its face and looked up, catching Onyx’s playful eyes. Her thick eyebrow touched her forehead. “Friends, right?” Anvika gave her a look. Onyx raised her hands in defense, “My bad, my bad.” 

-

Lewis Hamilton was a gentleman. Sure, this was universal knowledge, but something about him being gentlemanly with her made her heart flutter and her stomach clench with desire. And it almost made her question Onyx’s point, “he truly cares for you; in more ways than one.” It’d typically be something she’d deny, but as she stood in front of the mirror with her hair done by a hairstylist he arranged to come, her nails done by a nail technician he’d flown out, and a dress he arranged to be custom-made to suit her body, how could she deny it any longer? 

“Don’t think too deeply into it,” she scolded herself, slipping out of her robe. She walked toward her dress, pulled it off the hanger, and carefully slipped into it. “You’re friends. Close friends who care for one another. That’s it, that’s all.” 

They met at the paddock six years prior. She was invited to her first Formula One race through her consultant agency, which took her team on an all-expense paid trip for their hard work. She wasn’t aware of Formula One, just of familiar names. Then, at the end of the match, she had the chance to put a face to the infamous name of Lewis Hamilton. 

“You raced well,” Anvika noted, taking in the slightly disheveled appearance of the raceman. “I’ve never been to a Formula One race; good job on giving me a reason to come back one day.” 

The man’s eyebrow raised in interest. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscular build on display. “Is that so?”

Anvika nodded. 

“We can make that happen whenever you want.” 

It was Anvika’s turn to raise an eyebrow. A smirk played on her lips. “Is that so? Tryna be my friend, Lewis?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. Friends wasn’t too bad. Anything to get to know her. “Any man would be a fool to refuse that opportunity, Anvika.”

That marked the beginning of an inseparable union.

Anvika continued to mumble and grumble, doing whatever she could to keep her mind eased. Her self-conversations were halted by a knock on her door. Lewis. “Coming!” Holding her dress to her chest. She turned the doorknob, and the familiar scent of his cologne filled her nose. “Are you…oh. Oh.”

Closing the door behind him, Lewis’ eyes were trained on her, the most beautiful woman he’d laid eyes on. The dress, complementary to his suit, was perfectly designed and tailored to her. She was a fan of long-sleeved dresses, so that’s what she got. It was constructed with a heavy, luxurious velvet material and it hugged every riff, edge, and curve on her body. The neckline showed the swell of her breasts and her beautiful collarbone. The mermaid-like tail further accentuated her shape. 

Her hair was parted to the side and curled to perfection. The makeup complimented her features--thick eyebrows, full lips, and a round nose. And her scent, goodness, it suffocated him. The jasmine and almond notes filled his nostrils and he wanted to nuzzle his face in her neck and inhale like she was the air he needed to breathe. 

“You look beautiful,” Lewis managed to speak. His voice was so low that she almost didn’t hear his compliment. With a bashful smile, she thanked him and led him to her room where she wandered toward the bathroom, which had a series of jewels across the counter. “Help me pick a necklace?” 

Anvika turned to face the jewelry and fought hard to ignore the heat that radiated from Lewis’ body as he moved to stand behind her. From over her shoulder, his eyes followed the line of jewels the stylists brought. His eyes landed on a silver necklace; a thin chain with a multi-carat teardrop diamond. “This one.” 

Lewis took the necklace in his hands and placed it around her neck. Anvika lifted her hair to grant him easy access and shivered as his cool fingertips brushed against her skin. She inhaled deeply. “Stunning.” His breath was warm against her neck. They locked eyes in the mirror ahead of them. The tension was thick. Suffocating. His brown eyes, usually so full of love and warmth, were filled with something she couldn’t quite identify, but it made her body heat like wildfire. 

“I’m ready,” she announced, careful not to let her voice waver. She turned, purposefully ignoring the groan he released when she brushed against him. Her lips quivered as she tried to give a steady smile. What the hell was happening between them? Anvika placed her hands on his chest and soothed the non-existent wrinkles on his suit jacket. He was so handsome. “You look great, darling.” 

“Thank you…” his words came out as a whisper. He was too distracted by her. Six years of friendship and what he felt from the time he met her at the paddock all those years ago had reached a breaking point. He’d boiled over. 

Anvika tried to smile as she pressed a kiss against his cheek, but with how he reacted, her lips landed at the corner of his lips. She took a step back. “Let’s get ready to go, yeah?” 

Lewis swallowed thickly. He held his arm out for her, which she grabbed instinctively, and together, they were out the door with a million and one thoughts swimming between them. 

-

“And that beauty you’ve brought?” an older man questioned Lewis, who had his eyes on Anvika as she danced through the siloes of people in the room. The gala was nothing short of a popularity function, a random event on a random weekend for the host to flaunt their money and connections, Truthfully, his desire to attend dwindled once he saw her in that dress. She was the only thing on his mind. 

“Anvika Dawson,” Lewis said, nodding in her direction. “One of the best branding and marketing consultants in the industry. She’s amazing at everything she does. You’ve got a business, don’t you?” And that’s why he was a good friend, Anvika noted as she began to walk over, hearing him advocate for her in front of the man. 

“You flatter me,” she said with a smile as she took a position under Lewis’ arm, which slid around her waist. “Anvika Dawson, nice to meet you.” 

The older man, who had went by the nam Eli, shook her hand firmly and nodded in interest. “Well, pardon me, but the two of you would make a wonderful couple.” The young adult chuckled lightly; the comment was nothing new to them, but it seemed to bring them both discomfort given the fact that they had a very intimate moment just an hour before their arrival. Before Lewis could speak up, Anvika thanked the man sweetly then they were whisked in another direction. 

They were joined together at the hip for the remainder of the evening. And, on the rare occasion that they were apart, they stole glances from across the room like teenagers in a romantic sitcom. Soon, the event wrapped up and they were in the backseat of the car, sitting in a thick silence. 

Anvika sat at the right of the car, her knees turned inward and her legs crossed. With every bump in the road and swerve of the car, the tip of her heel brushed against Lewis’ leg. His breath hitched. She said nothing. 

The car came to an abrupt stop and the doors were opened for them. Before her foot could touch the ground, Lewis’ hand was awaiting. “Thank you,” Anvika said softly, and allowed him to guide her into the hotel. 

He still hadn’t said much. The walk to the elevator was quiet, yet, he hadn’t let go of her hand. What was he thinking about? If it was the sudden shift in their interactions, it didn’t go unnoticed by her either. 

The elevator doors peeled open and Lewis guided her in. He pressed the button, 10, that would send them to the floor their rooms were on. The elevator ride seemed slow as each ding indicated they’d entered another floor. 

Anvika cleared her throat and decided to speak up, “I enjoyed tonight. And again, you looked great. I love blue on you.” 

He couldn’t remember what happened between her compliment, her back against the elevator wall, and his lips on hers.  The only thing that forced him to key in was her hands pressing against his abdomen and his name falling from her lips. “Lewis…” What he’d heard time and time again in his dreams had finally become a reality. His stomach churned; could he get her to say it again? “What are you…” She cut herself off when she fell victim to the wonderful feeling of his lips against her jaw. 

“I just…” Lewis settled his face in her neck. “One night, Vi. Let me have one night with you…” Her heart pounded in her ears. What the hell was happening? 

“Lewis…” Her hand slipped and fell just above his belt. She extended her arm just slightly. “We can’t do this. I-I don’t want to mess up our friendship and you know I’m not going all the way with anyone--” 

Lewis hummed. His eyes sat low as he looked at her. She looked completely worn out as if he’d done to her what he truly wanted. Her forehead glistened with sweat, her lipstick was smeared, and her chest heaved. “Nothing will change for the worse, angel. And I don’t want to go there with you, just want to make you feel good…always have.” His left arm circled around her waist and his large hand palmed her backside. She whimpered. “Can I?” 

“Someone might see...” 

He ignored her. “Can I make you feel good?” His tone was stern as he repeated his question. Suddenly, the gala was out of her mind and the only thing that clouded her thoughts was him. Him and him only. Lewis Hamilton had infiltrated her mind and she finally stopped fighting it. 

The elevator dinged. “Yes…” 

-

“Should I…?” her hands reached for the necklace that shone beneath the dim lights of the hotel suite. Lewis shook his head and peeled his jacket off his shoulders, revealing a crisp white wife beater. He shed that too. Anvika’s breath hitched. “Keep it on. Lay back for me, angel.” 

Anvika looked like an angel surrounded by the comforter. Her undergarments were long discarded, save for her underwear which he kept in the pocket of his pants. The pure white of the sheets were a stark contrast to the richness of her complexion. Her hair was sprawled against the pillow with a few strands covering her face lazily. The look on her face was one of comfort, relief in one way or another. 

She welcomed Lewis’ body between her legs as he crawled on the bed and his lips against hers as he hovered above her. For the first time that night, Anvika’s hands didn’t tremble when she touched him. She welcomed the feeling of every ridge of muscle, every raised scar, and every mature tattoo. 

Their hands moved frantically over each other’s body, and it felt amazing. She hadn’t realized how touch deprived she was until she heard his chuckle in her ear. Her face warmed. She felt like a teenager. “It’s okay…” his lips ghosted against the shell of her ear. “Make all the noise you want.” 

Anvika didn’t respond--her mouth wouldn’t allow her to. As Lewis moved down her body, she sat on her elbows, watching and waiting. God, he was so handsome like this. His head was dipped between her thighs and his tattooed glistened under the dim lights. Slowly, he lips created an intentional trail from her belly down to the treasure just centimeters away from his mouth. 

Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets as the anticipation rose. She was becoming impatient. He was giving attention to every other place except where he wanted her. She huffed. “Lewis…” 

He hummed, clearly unbothered by her frustration. He glanced at her, “Yes?” She whimpered. “Talk to me.” He was amused, very amused. She was desperate for him. It was evident by the way her arousal seeped onto the bed. He gathered some on his fingers, using it as a lubricant as he finally began to touch her. 

Anvika gasped. His movements were slow and meticulated but they were enough to set her over the edge. He brought his lips to hers again, which she accepted sloppily. Her jaw fell slack as he continued to work her to her first release of the night. It came quickly, quicker than she would have liked. When his fingers hit that spot within her, her hips jerked and she squeaked his name. 

Lewis chuckled, “That’s it?” He prodded that spot again. “Right there?” Anvika nodded. He removed his fingers. She groaned in frustration, “Lewis, please!”

“Please what?” He brought his fingers to his lips and moaned at the taste of her on his tongue. If this was just the beginning, he couldn’t imagine how mad he’d go in the coming moments. “Tell me what you want.”

She clocked it. He wanted her to beg. Anvika wasn’t the begging type. She may have been far removed from having sex, but she always got her way, especially with Lewis. Her hands trailed down the muscular planes of his stomach. Her fingers hooked in his belt and pulled him forward. Her fingers curled around his neck and her nails toyed with the faded hair there. She brought her smeared lips to his ear, her tongue dancing against the shell of it. He shudder. “I want you to make my legs shake and rock my world. Can you do that, Lewis?” 

Her voice. The way her voice dropped in octave but increased in seduction had his head spinning. There were a few moments of silence as he fought hard to gather himself and the more she spurred him on, the most difficult it became. But then, she heard it, “Yes…”

-

“Right there, right there! Oh my…” He was a lover of music. Being in a studio, creating melodies to go with lyrics, was his favorite pastime. But this took the cake. She created her a song better than he could have ever imagined, and was it addicting. 

Her moans, cries, and screams were melodic and his name was the only lyric she knew. He hated repetition in music, but loved hearing hers. So addicting. So well created. So beautiful. 

Her legs trembled around his head and her hands were buried in his braids. He fought the urge to bend her over when she whispered out the faintest, “Baby, please…” She’d used terms of endearment before, but in this context, it was different. “I’m close!”

Her body, damp with sweat and covered in bruises created by his mouth, jumped and jolted as she grew closer to her peak. Lewis sat up, replacing his tongue with his highly skilled fingers. He used his arm to stabilize his body as he hovered over her. What a sight.

Her hair was completely sweated out, pooped and frizzy at the roots. Her makeup stained the pillows and her lips were swollen from her biting and his intense kisses. Her neck was dark with love bites. Her eyelids were hooded but he could see the fire behind her eyes. If only he could capture her and keep the picture in his pocket forever. 

“Doing so well for me,” he whispered, kissing against her cheek and jaw. His fingers made quick work of the huddle of nerves between her legs. “Taking it like a good girl.” Her moans grew louder, higher in pitch, and full of air. It was becoming too much—her hands pushed against his arm, trying to run. “Don’t run now. Isn’t this what you wanted?” 

“Lewis, I’m—“ she cut herself off with a high pitched scream that seemed to ring on forever. Lewis chuckled lightly and worked her through her orgasm. “That’s it, baby.” Her body shook as she tried to come down calmly.

He spent a few minutes between her legs, caressing her gently as an act of comfort. Her loud noises had diminished to soft whimpers as she came down from cloud nine. When she finally opened her eyes again, he asked, “You okay?” 

She was better than okay. Though they didn’t cross all the lines, Anvika had gotten the best orgasm she’d received in her life from a man’s mouth and hands. She’d deal with the consequences later, but in that moment, she felt amazing. 

She nodded and smiled lazily. “I’m okay. Are you…do you want me to…?” Her eyes fell to the evident bulge that strained against his pants. He shook his head.

“I’m okay. Let’s get you cleaned up…”

-

What was supposed to be a shower to clean her up resulted in her on her knees giving him the most intense release he’d experienced in months. It left him panting, shaking, and whimpering like it was his first time all over again. 

Once again, she looked angelic with her now curly hair flat against her back and big brown eyes staring at him as she worked him like the expert she was. He came in her with with a groan, his fingers in her hair. She stood to her feet, smiling innocently as she showed him there was no remnant of him left in her mouth. 

“You’re nasty,” he announced, grabbing her jaw to place a sloppy kids on her lips. 

“Mhmmm, just the way I like it.” 

They migrated to her bed shortly after, laying together in a comfortable silence. Anvika’s head was against his bare chest and herfingers traced the tattoos on his body. Lewis’ arm was around her waist and his hand massaged her plump bottom. 

They were tired, exhausted even. But, they fought sleep like children, internally afraid of what the morning would bring. All actions had consequences whether good or bad. It was a mutual hope that what they’d done wouldn’t bring on the latter. 

“Lewis?” Anvika called after some time. 

“Yes, angel?” 

“Are we gonna be okay?” Her voice trembled slightly. They’d crossed a line--a big one. She had wobbled on her boundaries. There was a lot to discuss and a lot to consider. It was an amazing experience, she couldn’t lie, but her biggest fear was that she’d lose him as an important person in her life if reality didn’t set in the way they intended. 

Lewis gave her a squeeze and brought his lips to her forehead. Sensing her worry, he reassured, “We’ll always be okay.” And she believed it.

[peachypine]

the roomies!!! i originally designed this ososan oc trio in full about a year ago to write on an rp blog. it's not really active rn, but i still want to talk and post about 'em, so here they are! just basic rundowns, but i'd be curious to hear which one (if any) is your fav of the three (feel free to leave it in the tags?? if u want!)

bonus transparent of them all together:

aaand some rambling under the cut about their designs

anzu:

i wanted to use orange as a character colour bc it's one that wasn't already used in the matsu rainbow, and i had a concept of a gyaru character named anzu kicking around in my head for a long time as well, so here we are. miwa from the mixer ep inspired the eyeshadow (orange rather than miwa's blue obv, to keep with her colour theme) and delinquent totoko's design inspired her ombre dyejob! i went with a blonde-to-orange look as a nod to anzu's namesake fruit (apricot).

the strands framing her face are split into 3 sections at the end (2/3 are grouped together and 1/3 flips in the other direction) which is a little nod to her being one of 3 siblings (eldest), as well as the "三" character used in her surname (mikado) meaning 3. the rest of her hairstyle is just because i thought it looked cute, though.

ososan's style is more simplified, but i wanted to convey makeup that was a little bold, but cute (long false lashes, eyeshadow, & and a soft pink or nude glossy lip). clothing-wise, she mixes and matches a few different substyles (agejo and onee are prominent, with some ane, tsuyome, and general old school gal influences as well?), with a particular fondness for animal prints, esp. tiger print. (that said, orange tiger print doesn't seem all that common in gyaru clothes, so in-universe i like to think that the top pictured above was originally a black-and-white zebra(?) stripe print she thrifted and dyed at home--close enough!)

her nails day to day are usually medium length since she has a lot of hobbies that involve her hands and anything longer makes those things a bit more cumbersome. sometimes they're decoden/bedazzled, sometimes they're just painted a cute colour/pattern, depends on the day! and i think she opts for press-ons over extensions for longer nails, since it's cheaper.

ran:

i'm just a bitch who loves purple, that's the reason for this one. i think the hime cut with shorter bangs is nice because you can showcase the eyebrows (i think eyebrows can really elevate a character design so i gave all 3 their own brow shape) without worrying about the lines for the eyebrows and bangs intersecting in an annoying way when you draw it. i like shorter, slightly sharp eyebrows like these because they're easy to draw, lol. i think they're usually furrowed like she's displeased with something, but that may just be her resting face. i also thought this blunter, sharper-looking cut (bold, standoffish) was a fun contrast to anzu's flippy half-updo (bright, bouncy) and yuzu's short, wavy hair (languid, relaxed).

5 piercings on each ear (2 spiked helix & 3 lobe) = 5 siblings including ran (4 older brothers). the other reason for this number of piercings was that her namesake flower (orchid) had--i thought--5 petals, but as it turns out i'm a fool, it's actually 3 petals (including the lip) and 3 sepals??? ah, well.

clothing-wise, influences from various punk/vkei styles alongside some rokku gyaru. (maybe anzu introduced her to this one?) this brash style is the total inverse of how she was expected to dress growing up. (when she and anzu first met, she was an OL with no piercings, undyed hair, and positively miserable, but that was a number of years ago now.) i'm really not reinventing the wheel with "small and angry", but y'know, we have fun here.

yuzu:

is teal distinct enough from blue to count as its own colour? i think so. for yuzu, i really loved the concept of a deadpan-looking character who is very much not the straightman, who in fact wants very badly to be the funnyman 99% of the time. that kind of straight-faced but silly comedic character is always really fun to me.

half-lidded/heavy-lidded eyes paired with thick brows are always a winner to me fsr, and i wanted to give her a more "handsome" looking face with a bit more of a defined jaw than you typically see on women in ososan. as a treat. i wanted her to look a bit like a mysterious prettyboy, but she's not actually mysterious, she's just a space cadet. (and very straightforward about her thoughts and feelings, saying them with little fuss or thought.) expectation vs reality, people deciding what you're like based on their own perception vs what you're actually like, etc. etc.

i don't have anything deep to say about her hairstyle, but maybe that's how yuzu would like it, what you see is what you get. (again, eyebrows vs hair... let that eyebrow scar that i gave her for no reason shine.) as for clothing, she prefers things that are easy to move around in, so her style is the most "matsuno"-like (t-shirts, hoodies, basketball shorts, sweats, etc.). in particular, she likes shirts with phrases, usually in english, that are funny or almost make sense but not quite ("for background visual gags" and "for the english speakers in the audience").

[dr9com9ge-ix]

Apparently Sprunki is getting a remaster and Nyanio has said that that they'll be replacing Wenda bc she's the worst of the content farms

Thoughts? Both in general and related to the AU

oh god, Okay opinion time. It’s a long one folks… It’s gonna get maybe a bit emotional and please don’t take my word as gospel or something, Have opinions please! I also use “you” alot when I’m not referring to any specific person/ when I refer to a general person so apologies if I sound accusatory or anything- It’s a habit of speech.

Okay actual stuff under the cut.

Dude can do what he wants, I already know of this news and choice (Honestly I really try not to think about it because it bums me out), The choice to abandon her is understandable considering like… The horrible content that has been made of her and not wanting to use the character anymore. I do despise content farms and what they do to media in general (I used to watch people discuss how bad they’ve gotten in recent years— MAN I also like TADC so I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE WRINGER TWICE MAN. It kind of hurts to see Sprunki so often in them that I stopped watching videos regarding dissing content farms.)

I kind of understand (Though heavily disagree with)people watching some of it in Sprunki’s case because of the lack of story driven media if you only focus on content on YouTube. I’ve tried watching like… I think GameToon’s Sprunki and just was like “Man… These characters deserve so much better than this, I’VE SEEN BETTER DONE WITH THESE CHARACTERS!!! ON TUMBLR!!!” and not to mention them literally stealing OCs and me not having the mental fortitude to handle like… How content farmed content’s tone usually is.

(I WILL REITERATE, I do not think you are a bad person if you watch GameToon’s content and like it-

I just do not like what content farms do in general for a media’s reputation and search results. ESPECIALLY REGARDING SPRUNKI as the creator was literally DOXXED over it as far as I know. Nobody deserves that for just creating things. It’s frustrating and heartbreaking when it happens.

Though watching farms does unfortunately support them and thus they make more and more usually low tier, low brow and if I’m being a pretentious artist… Heartless content. Made for a profit off of something they don’t actually like as much as who they’re targeting. If they did care they wouldn’t have taken other people’s ocs. They would have been consistent with characterization and themes—SHIT They’d probably try to have the SAME VAS for some characters!!!! I only watched some of it solely because someone on the sprunki tag said they gave Jevin a “hot voice” and I ALSO HATE HOW THEY MAKE HIM A VILLAIN A MAJORITY OF THE TIME AS FAR AS I’VE SEEN.)

Actually the whole horrible thing that happened to the creator and a video discussing it is how I got into Sprunki- I felt terrible and went “Why don’t I give into the impulse to draw something from this? I’m sure making something nice of it will be better than… Whatever horrors get spat out for ad revenue.” and I did! I think I do have a kind of underdog bias with a comment under one of the most popular mixes with the original mod going “Why they never use the blue one? :(“ or something so Jevin became my favorite and first to be drawn- With the rest following because I’d genuinely gotten so attached to all these funky little guys!

And regarding Wenda in my AU? She’s not going anywhere.

I would understand if the creator went “Please stop using her in anything.” I would respect that wish (albeit tearfully) but he didn’t he just told people to behave- Not act a fool and such which I don’t think making an AU is that…. It’s just making your take on a media you like as a fan. I’ve already like… Pack bonded with the OG characters and WENDA INCLUDED. I have so much planned for her she’s too important to it and also I think one of my friends would probably get really sad if I ever did just scrap her. I truly just want justice to be done for her (aka GOOD MEDIA THAT CARES ABOUT IT’S CHARACTERS) because I think she’s probably one of the potentially most interesting of the OG bunch if you take away any outside media (Like questions of “why did she do what she did in Horror mode?”, “How was she like previously? Was it a sudden snap or something a long time coming?”) and I think any answer to it is interesting!

I also kind of hate the reductive take of “Too many people do this interpretation of [character], I hate it now!! I’m doing a different one!” I see sometimes so I don’t want to hear about that, Sometimes that’s just the natural assumptions one would make about THE SAME CHARACTERS IN A MEDIA… And that’s an entirely different gripe unrelated to this! Like shush… There are fans of that interpretation and I’d rather you make yours WITHOUT disrespecting other’s interps.

Anyways summary is:

DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER!!!!! (as LONG AS YOU AREN’T HURTING/DISRESPECTING PEOPLE!!!!) Love your medias!! Make your arts!! And Sunshine Suburbia! Wenda is staying because… I love her too much. c,: And again DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER!!!!

[whitedarkmoonflower]

GIRL! You should write a Sihtric ffc that takes place when they are trying to get Bebbanburg back and they take him and Finan and chain them. While they are chained, Sihtric notices a girl also being chained in a corner (the oc) and after the battle he rescues her…the rest up to you. If you do pls tag me 🤭😳

Here you goo girly! Copy and pasted <3

Bebbanburg

Authors note: It's my last fic this year. I hope you'll enjoy. I found it not so easy to write, but here it is. A big thank you to @the-irish-girl for helping me with the ideas and writing prompts. I appreciate it a lot!

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Warnings: a lot of Angst and a bit of Fluff. That's it .

Word Count: 4,8 K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius@hb8301@zillahvathek@alexagirlie@gemini-mama @verenahx@mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf@willowbrookesblog

If you want to be added to the tag list - write to me.

Constantin's voice pierces the inner yard, “He's no man of mine,” he declares, putting a very fast end to their venture.

'Your Scottish accent sucks,' Sihtric grumbles, his teeth clenched, as his hands are forcibly bound behind his back. Like Finan before him, he's quickly disarmed. They are surrounded by too many warriors, the resistance is futile. Surrender appears to be their only reasonable choice for now. At least this might buy Uhtred more time and divert the guards' and Wihtgar's attention from him.

"At least I gave it a shot," Finan shrugs with his shoulders as they are hauled away. 

The air in the dungeon is musty and stale, the smell of mould and mildew mixing with filth and rot. It’s not under the ground, the cliff of Bebbanburg has made it far too difficult to dig deep. It stands as a separate building at the fortress's far end, with double wooden walls built on top of a stone base likely still left by the Romans. Its exposure to the sea winds and dampness is evident. There are no windows, its sparse lighting comes from flickering torches that cast long, ominous shadows across the walls and the metal bars of the cells.

“Torture them for answers,” Lord Wihtgar orders, his frame obstructing the entrance. The threatening tone in his voice suggests that he's more interested in retribution than actual information. He’s been fooled and humiliated before the Scottish king and wants revenge, eager to make them suffer. He approaches Finan, intent on delivering the first strike, as the astir voice of his commander distracts him. 

“My lord, soldiers approach from the south.”

“How many?”

“Many.”

“Lock them up and then head to the ramparts,” Wihtgar commands and storms out of the dungeon. The guards roughly shove Finan and Sihtric into separate cells. The heavy metal doors slam shut with a resounding clang, the sound of keys turning in the locks echoing in the room as the guards depart, leaving behind a haunting silence, broken only by the occasional crackle of the torches.

"It could’ve been worse," Finan remarks with a half-hearted chuckle, making himself as comfortable as possible on a pile of straw in the corner of his cell. He glances over at Sihtric, in the cell across from him, worried about how he's handling things. Finan is well aware of his fearless friend's sole vulnerability. 

Sihtric clutches the metal bars of his cell, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. He takes deep, deliberate breaths in an effort to remain calm, but his anxiety is palpable. The walls seem to inch closer, the pervasive darkness reaching towards him like insidious fingers. Each breath he draws feels oppressively heavy, as if pressing down on him, dragging him towards the ground. Sihtric shuts his eyes tightly, trying to take another deep breath, fully aware that it’s his own mind playing tricks on him, yet unable to shake the feeling.

When he finally forces his eyes open again, the cell is pitch black; the torches have burned out. The space feels even more confined than before. He finds himself sitting on the hard floor, his arms wrapped around his knees, back pressed against the wall. The distant sound of water dripping is the only thing that pierces the silence. Time has become a blur—hours, days, weeks? He can't tell.

Touching his swollen lip, Sihtric winces at the pain but is relieved to find his teeth intact. He curls up tighter, shutting his eyes, longing for sleep to claim him, but it remains elusive.

The cold in the cell is piercing, cutting through his thin clothing and his stomach is growling with hunger. Sihtric shivers, his teeth chattering from the chill. His gaze falls to his legs, barely covered by a worn rug, down to his bare, skinny feet. They're blistered and dirty, stained with streaks of blood. His blood. 

He can still feel them—the blows from his father’s fists, the sharp sting of the dog whip in Kjartan's hands as he lashes out, his face flushed with anger, infuriated by Sihtric’s silence as he doesn’t cry out. He never does; he never gives Kjartan that satisfaction.

He can still hear them—his mother's desperate, pleading cries as she kneels before Kjartan, begging for mercy for her son, willing to do anything to end the brutal beating. 

A vicious blow sends Sihtric sprawling to the ground; he instinctively curls into a ball, protecting his head and face, bracing for the rest of the assault. He doesn't make a sound, and Kjartan, losing interest, tosses the whip aside and refills his mug with ale. Strong arms grip him like iron claws, hoisting him up and tossing him over a shoulder. Sihtric catches a glimpse of his mother weeping on the floor, managing a small smile for her before he's taken to the small, damp cell in Dunholm's basement. Again. It’s not the first time and not the last.

No, no, no—it's not real, it can't be, Sihtric reminds himself, taking a deep, steadying breath. He's not the small, scared slave boy anymore. He's a warrior, a grown man who has endured more battles than the years of his life. He has risen above everything his father, Kjartan, sought to deny him. Kjartan is gone. This is Bebbanburg, and his friends are counting on him. He can't let the ghosts of his past haunt him, not from beyond the grave. He can’t let his father win this battle.

Yet, here he is, seemingly back in that same cold, dark cell in Dunholm, wiping away tears with the frayed fabric of his sleeves. This hidden place being the only spot where he lets them flow freely.

"Hey, hey, Sihtric, listen to me," Finan's urgent voice pierces through the haze, jolting Sihtric back to the present. His eyes fly open. He finds himself still upright, clutching the iron bars, his head leaning against them, breaths coming fast and heavy. A sheen of cold sweat coats his forehead, and his entire body quivers. If not for his tight grip on the bars, his legs would have surely given way by now.

"There's something in your cell. Sihtric, are you hearing me? Check out the corner behind you. Something's moving," Finan's voice, though somewhat muffled, carries a distinct note of urgency that spurs Sihtric to slowly turn his head. In the far end of his cell, he catches sight of a peculiar, quivering shape. It isn't merely moving; it's shaking, accompanied by faint, muffled noises.

Forcing himself to release the iron bars, Sihtric turns for a better view. The torchlight is too dim to make out details, so he cautiously takes a few steps closer. His muscles tense, ready to react to any threat.

He halts, concentrating on the sounds emanating from the shape. It quickly becomes apparent that what's under the tattered blanket is a living, scared creature, its quiet, stifled sobs reaching his ears. With careful movements, Sihtric edges closer, extends his hand, and slowly pulls back the ragged blanket, unveiling the source of the quiet sobbing.

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You're abruptly roused from sleep by the sound of voices. Straining your ears, you recognize the voice as Wihtgar's. It's been a while since the Lord of Bebbanburg visited the dungeons, not since your arrival. You quickly rise and hurry to the iron bars of your cell, moving as swiftly as the clanking chains around your ankles permit. The metal chafes against the bruises left by the shackles, but you barely notice the pain. Desperation to speak to him, to plead for your freedom, urges you forward. You've done nothing wrong; you've been falsely accused, and you need him to know that.

The voices grow louder, and you catch sight of two men being dragged in. They're strangers to you. Probably intruders. Pirates? Or even worse, Danes? Hastily, you retreat into the shadows of your cell, curling up on the small pile of straw that serves as your bed. Your fingers grip the ragged blanket given to you by a guard – a young lad with a pale face and kind eyes who'd seen you shivering, your teeth chattering in the cold night.

You watch as the men are hauled to the cells. The sound of keys turning in locks and the snapping shut of iron-barred doors send a shiver down your spine as you realise that one of the men has been locked in the same cell as you.

"Oh God, help me," you whisper under your breath, noticing the pagan pendant hanging from the neck of the stranger in your cell. Your fears are confirmed: you're locked in a cell with a Dane, the kind of ruthless, heartless warrior you've heard countless stories about. You are frozen, too afraid to move, aware that the slightest sound of your shackles might reveal your hiding place. You hold your breath and pull the blanket over your head, silently praying for the guards to return quickly, before that wild beast in the shape of a man discovers you, before he lays his hands on you. 

Blinded by the blanket, you're cut off from seeing what's happening in the cell, but your fear is too great to risk a glance. The silence is broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional shuffle from the other cell where the second man is locked up. You feel your legs begin to tingle, going numb from the tension and your cramped position. An involuntary shuffle causes the chains to clink softly, the sound reverberating through you like a fanfare.

"Oh no, please God, no," you silently plead, but it's too late. They've heard you. You bury your head between your knees, wrapping your arms around it, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You curse your trembling limbs as footsteps draw nearer. The stillness around you is palpable. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, each shallow breath feeling like an eternity. You wonder, anxiously, what he is waiting for. Your lungs spasm, your ability to breathe constricted, and a mix of whimpers and sobs escapes your lips as your shoulders shake uncontrollably.

The blanket is suddenly whisked away and a sharp yelp escapes your lips as you recoil. Your arms instinctively rise, shielding your head in a protective gesture.

Sihtric's eyes quickly take in the figure before him, immediately recognizing you as a girl. The hands covering your face are small and delicate, unlike those of a man or boy. He notices the shackles binding your ankles and his expression turns to one of surprise and rising anger, wondering who could be so cruel as to confine and possibly torture a woman.

"Hey, you don't have to be afraid of me," Sihtric says softly, carefully moving closer. "I won't hurt you," he reassures, tentatively reaching out his hand, as if to gently touch your shoulder.

From the corner of your eye, you see his hand approaching. In a reflexive movement, you spring to your feet, driven by fear, and scramble further into the corner, trying to press yourself into the rough wooden wall. For a brief moment, your eyes lock with those of the man beside you.

His presence is intimidating: tall, strong, with broad shoulders and chest, muscular arms visible under his sleeveless armour. His hair, braided on top, falls in wild curls to his shoulders. Even in the dim torchlight, you can see scars marking his forehead and cheek, and an unusual tattoo on his neck. Panic surges within you, and you wrap your arms around yourself protectively, covering as much of your exposed skin above the neckline of your dress as possible. Your trembling legs can no longer support your weight, and you sink back to the ground.

Sihtric observes you, his fingers raking through his hair. There's something about your tightly curled, trembling form, your wide, red, and swollen eyes filled with fear and disdain, that resonates with him. That feeling of being trapped and terrified, it’s all too known to him, it’s still there, it still lingers in his bones. He finds himself unable to look away. Cautiously, Sihtric crouches down, maintaining his distance, not wanting to frighten you further by moving too close. His gaze softens as he watches you, remaining still and quiet.

"I am Sihtric," he introduces himself gently, a softness in his voice. "I understand you're scared. But I promise, as long as we're in this cell, you're safe from me."

You are surprised by the softness of his voice and by the fact that he speaks your tongue, but it does little to calm you. He is what he is – a heathen, a savage and you are completely at his mercy, as the fleeting hope that the guards might return soon fades.  It’s only now that the meaning of the words you overheard has sunken in - the fortress is under attack, and you've been abandoned to a fate that seems increasingly grim, forgotten by a world that seems to have no place for you.

With each movement deliberate and cautious, Sihtric settles himself on the floor near the wall. He leans back, drawing his knees to his chest, and places his hands on his knees visibly, a non-threatening gesture meant to reassure you.

He sits there for a while, quietly watching the shadows cast by the flickering torchlight. From the opposite cell, the sound of Finan's soft snoring indicates that he's making the most of this unexpected respite. Sihtric wants to convey to you that he is no threat. Understanding that words alone cannot convince you, he chooses to show it through his actions. So he just sits there patiently, giving you the space and time you need to realise that he means no harm.

You steal covert glances at the formidable Dane seated beside you. There's something compelling about him that repeatedly draws your gaze back to the stranger. He has remained still for some time, silent and not even looking your way. The air of strength and assurance he exudes is captivating, and his mere presence beside you has an unexpectedly soothing effect. Gradually, you feel the tension in your muscles easing and your sobs slowly subsiding.

Sihtric senses this subtle change in you, indicating that you're no longer overwhelmed by panic. He turns his head just enough to see you and clears his throat gently.

"Please, don't be afraid," Sihtric speaks in a soft, hushed tone. "I mean you no harm," he reassures once again.

Slowly, you lift your head, and your eyes unintentionally lock with his. The warm sincerity you see in them starkly contrasts with his intimidating appearance, and you reluctantly acknowledge that if he had intended to harm you, he wouldn't have waited this long. You break your gaze, only to let out a sharp shriek as you spot a rat sniffing near your feet. Startled by your cry, the rat quickly scurries away, disappearing through a small gap between the wall and the floor.

A smile slowly forms on Sihtric’s lips as he shifts his position slightly and stretches out his legs, his arms resting comfortably in his lap. He begins to speak, his voice calm and even. He tells about his childhood friend, a small, clever rat he had named Loki, after the trickster god.

"Loki was smart and fast. He'd come and go as he pleased, squeezing through the tiniest cracks in the walls. Each day, I'd save a bit of my sparse meal to share with him."

You find yourself captivated by his melodic voice, tinged with a slight accent. It almost feels as if he's speaking to himself, and only the occasional discreet glance in your direction reveals his awareness of your presence. As you listen, your breathing steadies, as you are drawn into Sihtric's story, finding solace in the sound of his voice. He recounts how Loki always found him, even in that dirty hole beneath his father’s fortress, and when he pauses, the last words hanging in the air, you unexpectedly find yourself asking, "What happened to him?" surprised to hear your own voice break the silence.

Sihtric's smile dims. "I don't know. When I finally left my father's place, I couldn’t take him with me. But I like to think that Loki kept having his little adventures in those dungeons, maybe even making friends with someone else who needed it. Like that little fellow you probably scared half to death just now."

You don't know whether Sihtric's story is real or invented, yet it stirs something within you that you believed was long extinguished. Is it gratitude? For a fleeting moment, the tale allows you to escape your grim reality, to forget the shackles chafing and bloodying your ankles, the hunger gnawing at your stomach, and even the bleak prospect of having no future.

"So tell me, why are you here?" Sihtric inquires, turning his gaze towards you.

You pause, your eyes lowering to your hands clasped in your lap. For reasons you can't quite explain, you feel a sense of safety in his presence.

"I'm accused of being a witch," you say quietly, your voice carrying a tremor of fear. "I'm waiting for my trial."

"They say I have unnatural powers, that I can summon spirits and cast curses," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not true. I've never harmed anyone. I just... I know herbs and remedies. People in the village would come to me when they were sick."

"People fear what they do not understand," you hear the Dane saying. "And in their fear, they can be cruel."

You nod, tears brimming in your eyes. "I'm scared," you admit. "I know what happens to those accused of witchcraft. I've seen... I've seen the pyres."

Sihtric extends his hand slowly, offering a gesture of comfort. You're hesitant at first, but then, driven by an unexpected impulse, you place your hand in his. His grip is warm and reassuring, and you allow yourself to be drawn into a soothing embrace. It's been so long since you were held with such tenderness that you can't even recall the last time. Sihtric gently strokes your dishevelled hair, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat just beneath your ear.

Your moment of solace is abruptly interrupted by a surge of voices and the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Four guards burst into the dungeon, heading straight for the cells. The doors swing open, and Sihtric, along with Finan, are abruptly pulled to their feet and dragged out. Amidst the chaos, Sihtric exchanges a quick, knowing glance with Finan and swiftly reaches into Finan's boot, retrieving a small, concealed sharp object.

With rapid precision, Sihtric attacks the guards. The ensuing scuffle is fierce but brief. Within moments, the guards are dead on the dungeon floor, and you stifle a scream, covering your mouth with both hands in shock.

Sihtric casts a quick, conflicted glance back at you in the cell, torn between the need to escape and the desire to help you. 

"Please, don't leave me here," you plead, rushing to the iron bars of your cell.

"Sihtric, we don't have time. She's chained and we don't have the tools to free her," Finan urges, grasping Sihtric's arm. But Sihtric resolutely shakes off his grasp and re-enters the cell.

"Lady, I will return for you. I promise," he whispers, his large hands gently resting on your upper arms.

"Please," you plead, your voice quivering as your fingers cling to his armour. "No, no, no, don't do this to me, please, no..." Your voice cracks, fading into a hoarse whisper, your eyes desperately seeking his.

"I will come back," Sihtric assures you again. His gaze doesn't waver as he cups your face in his hands, looking directly into your eyes. "I will."

He gently frees himself from your grip and turns to leave. Your world seems to crumble around you, despair engulfing you. You grasp the iron bars for support, but they provide little comfort, and you slowly sink to your knees, a desperate cry breaking out as you watch both men swiftly leaving the room, leaving you alone once more.

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The battle is over, the chaos engulfing the field before the fortress just moments before replaced by a haunting stillness. The ground is littered with fallen warriors, shattered weapons and broken shields, covered with dust and blood. Catching his breath, Sihtric lets his eyes wander around. He spots Finan nearby, bent over and breathing heavily, hands resting on his knees. Sihtric gives him a nod before continuing his search, but there's no sign of Uhtred.

"He's inside the fortress," Finan says, pointing towards Bebbanburg as he straightens up.

Sihtric turns, and a sharp scent of burning hits his nose. Bebbanburg is ablaze. The flames have taken hold of the fortress's roof, and a thick plume of smoke billows into the sky.

"Mighty Godfather, no," Sihtric mutters under his breath, his hand instinctively reaching for Thor's hammer pendant on his chest. He hears Finan swearing and calling out to him, but he doesn't pause to listen. Driven by urgency, he breaks into a desperate sprint towards the fortress, pushing through the fatigue that weighs heavily on his muscles.

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The first warning is the smell. A sharp, acrid odour of burning reeds gradually fills the dungeon, accompanied by a thin veil of smoke.

"Is anybody there? Help!" you shout, tugging at your chains with increasing nervousness. But the only response is silence, a deep, unsettling quiet. Your heart races, pounding a frenetic rhythm of fear in your chest. You pull against the chains again, as if you hadn’t done it already hundreds of times since your first days here, even though you know it's futile. Still, driven by desperation, you persist. As smoke from the burning fortress above seeps into the cell, your efforts grow more frantic. You keep yanking at the iron shackles, the metal chafing against your ankles, turning raw and aching skin into bleeding wounds. But you don't stop. You can't.

Breathing becomes increasingly difficult as the air thickens with smoke, stinging your eyes and scratching at your throat. Your mind races, frantically replaying every moment you've spent within these walls, desperately searching for some overlooked detail, some key to escape that you might have missed. But there is nothing. The cell walls appear to be closing in, the shadows deepening and becoming more threatening as the flames above intensify.

Your hands, now raw and bleeding from your futile struggles, tremble as you keep tugging weakly at the chains, tears streaming down your cheeks, not just from the smoke but from the crushing helplessness. You are alone, there is nobody in this cursed world that cares for you, that will miss you and remember you. 

Your life doesn’t flash before your eyes, as you have heard it told so many times. It settles around you like a heavy cloak, woven with threads of regret, unfulfilled dreams, and the bitter sting of injustice. 

"Hey, Loki!" you find yourself smiling at the small rat near your feet. "Will you tell Sihtric that I waited for him? Tell him I believed him. Tell him I have no hard feelings. I just hope he's safe," you say, your voice breaking as you reach out to gently touch the little creature, but it is gone.

Suddenly, you hear the metallic clang of the cell door flying open. Strong arms wrap around your shoulders, pressing you close to a broad chest. "I'm here. You don't need Loki to deliver your messages. I promised I would return, and here I am," you hear Sihtric's familiar, soft voice whispering in your ear.

"You came back? For me?" you whisper, your voice trembling with sobs, barely able to believe what you're seeing. Overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, you lean into the sturdy embrace of the very man whom you had feared so profoundly. 

The sound of Sihtric's axe pounding against the stone foundation of the fastening is deafening. Despite his efforts, the Roman-built wall is solid and unyielding. He shifts his focus to cutting through the chains, but his axe has dulled from striking stone. With one final, forceful swing, the axe shaft snaps, leaving Sihtric holding a broken handle, the blade clattering to the ground. Undeterred, he grasps the chains with his bare hands, pulling at them with all his might.

"It's no use," you say, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Please, listen to me," your voice grows louder, trying to break through to Sihtric, who seems oblivious to your words.

"Stop it!" you finally cry out, grasping his hands in yours. Sihtric's eyes meet yours, his face a canvas of pain and despair, his fingers still tightly gripping the chain.

"There's no more time. You need to go. You have to save yourself," you implore, cupping his face in your hands, ensuring he can't look away. "Do you understand? Leave! Save yourself!" your voice rises almost to a yell.

A heavy silence falls between the two of you, your eyes locked. Then you hear the dull sound of the chain hitting the ground as Sihtric finally releases it, his arms dropping limply to his sides.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, his forehead resting gently against yours. "I… I've failed you."

"No, you haven't. You kept your promise. You came back," you reply, your fingers gently caressing Sihtric's thick, curly hair. You wonder if the warmth and ragged breathing you feel against your skin are from him or from the encroaching fire above.

You lift your face towards Sihtric, the tears on your cheeks mixing with the dirt and soot. Gently, almost hesitantly, you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft, filled with a sense of urgency. Sihtric shudders as he responds in kind, his lips crushing against yours so eagerly, so desperately. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer, and you feel his fingers trembling as they caress your back.

There's a raw honesty in this moment, the rest of the world – the smoke, the distant sounds of the burning fortress – all fade into the background. For those few seconds, it's just the two of you, sharing a moment of solace in a reality that seems increasingly bleak.

With a strength you didn't know you had, you manage to pull back, breaking the kiss. 

"You have to leave, Sihtric! You can't stay here with me," you plead, panic and despair evident in your voice.

Sihtric looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and sorrow. "I can't. I can’t leave you like this. Not alone, not chained," he says firmly.

Before you can protest further, he gently scoops you into his strong arms and lowers both of you to the ground. Your backs rest against the wall of the cell, his arms encircling you protectively.

"Please, Sihtric, you have to go! Save yourself!" you cry, your hands weakly beating against his chest, your pleas muffled against the fabric of his armour.

But Sihtric only tightens his hold, pulling you closer into his embrace. "I won't leave you," he murmurs, his voice resolute yet tinged with sadness. "We're in this together now."

Your struggles gradually subside as the realisation sinks in that he won't be swayed and you cease your futile attempts to show him away. Nestling against his strong body you let your tears flow freely.

“I don’t want this, Sihtric. It’s madness. Why are you doing this?” you mutter through your sobs, but Sihtric’s grip around you gets only tighter.

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As your energy fades and your consciousness begins to slip away, the distant sounds of the dungeon seem to grow louder and more urgent. In your dwindling awareness, you hear the hurried footsteps of multiple people and the muffled clamour of loud voices.

Amidst this chaos, a distinctive sound cuts through the haze - the pounding of a hammer, resonating through the dungeon.

Suddenly, you feel multiple arms reaching for you, lifting you from Sihtric's embrace. You're too weak to resist or understand fully what's happening, but you sense movement as you're carried away from the cell.

You're vaguely aware of being brought into the open air. The cool, fresh breeze on your face contrasts sharply with the stifling, smoky air of the dungeon.

As consciousness slips from your grasp, the last thing you become aware of is the sensation of being laid down gently, with a flurry of urgent voices surrounding you. The chaos around you becomes distant, fading into a blur. Yet, amidst this disorientation, there's a distinct, grounding sensation - a hand clasping yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

In that brief, fleeting moment, you recognize the touch. It's Sihtric. Despite the confusion and the murmur of voices around you, his presence is unmistakable. The strength and warmth of his grip offer a sense of safety and comfort, a silent promise that you're not alone.

[teabeexo]

𝚃𝚎𝚊’𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝙾𝙲𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞

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Special Acknowledgement

💚 ┈➤ thank you Dira!

Fools by @dira333 is what absolutely, wholeheartedly inspired Shinju as a character. I read it for the first time and fell in love with the characterization of the reader, as well as the dynamic presented between her and Atsumu.

I also want to apologize for leaving you hanging whenever you asked about my other Haikyuu OCs — I didn’t realize that I had missed it until last night (writing this on the 6th of May)! For your convenience, here is my Haikyuu OC masterlist: enjoy!

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📝 ┈➤ just the basics!

Name: Shinju Kita

Age: 18 (pre time-skip), 24 (post time-skip)

Affiliation: Karasuno (third year)

Birthday: May 16th

Height: 5’1” (ft), 155.0 (cm)

S/O (if applicable): Atsumu Miya (eventual boyfriend)

Notable Friends: Kymora Iwasaki (oc), Noa Higashi (oc), Kiyoko Shimizu, Shinsuke Kita (cousin), Aran Ojiro

Character Overview

🗒️ ┈➤just the basic idea! complete lore/stories will be shared elsewhere.

Shinju Kita, in theory, should have an easy go of it. After all, she was raised on a gorgeous farm, born into a steady financial life, and has parents who love her. Alas, for Shinju, it has never been so simple.

Being an only child and the only other new-generation Kita child besides Shinsuke, her parents (her mother especially) felt it was only natural that Shinju and Shinsuke should be the inheritors of the family's work, as well as believing they would follow in the footsteps of their ancestors in terms of lifestyle. But Shinju has always felt unfulfilled by this fate. What if she doesn't want to become a farmer? What if she has no desire for children and the "traditional" path at all?

Shinju, feeling as though she was disappointing her parents due to her deviance from tradition, began to seek other means of making them proud. If it was available, she strode for perfection: academics, athletics, and the arts. And for the most part, all of these routes only ended in self-flagellation and emptiness.

That is, except for one thing: charcoal art. Specifically, portraits: she could draw others, and her surroundings, in the same hues as her very own hair. This newfound love couldn't shake off her residual feelings of fear surrounding disappointment, though. Such a hobby wasn't sustainable, nor generally considered to be a great accomplishment when pursued as a career.

She's stuck. Between family and calling, and practicality and desire. And at the end of it all, how could others love her for what she is when she struggles to love herself?

Letters of Recommendation

✉️ ┈➤ A. K. A. how she’d be described!

If Shinju is anything, she is understated. Her presence and words float and land like an airy breeze -- softly, gently, and with just a little gusto. She's as polite as can be, never intending to trod on well-respected social boundaries. Even so, she knows how to speak her mind. When there is something that needs to be said, she does not mince words. Being straightforward is best.

Shinju's naturally meek nature allows for the full extent of her kindness, but also opens the floodgates for her follies. She lacks a lot of the confidence that she somewhat makes up for with her blunt words. She also fears the rebuking, and most of all, the disappointment of others. This, in turn, is turned inwards. After all, others can't be surprised by finding disappointment in her if she's already disappointed in herself.

Gallery

🖇️ ┈➤ photos! (drawing of her and Atsumu hopefully coming soon �� feeling a little burnt out so I’m not sure how long that’ll take)

follow/check her oc tag for content about her, or the tag OCxC: Atsuju for stuff about her and Atsumu (+ writing by others that I picture as encapsulating their relationship).

and an itty bitty tag for @cryptid-flower because… haikyuu OC <3

[oraclefreak]

Enstars oc i never talked about on here?? You know what, hell yeah.

im still learning how to draw and shade hair (especially curly hair). i know this is not perfect but im willing to learn more so :D pls dont be mean /lh

Yap session about him under the cut !

His name is Yukito (often shortened to Yuki). Yuki's surname (Hōga) is not revealed to the public because... his parents are in jail for medical malpractice... So, not very good to be an idol with public info when u have a name similar to your mom's and your dad's surname I guess !

He's part of an oc unit me and my friends developed ( @vanrouge13 <- had the idea and the rest tagged along /pos, @flanpuds & @mentally-eel-moray ) called CiR×CeN (we call them C×C for short!). Yukito is a bit insufferable but it's okay because all the members of C×C are freaks💙 /aff. C×C is themed after different types of dolls! Yukito's idol persona is themed after rag dolls, mainly inspired by Raggedy Ann (fun fact: he would watch the show with his mother as a kid !)

Personality: Yukito likes to joke around a lot (medical malpractice is his humor, call that a coping mechanism). He can come off as quite careless to others, but truly he just wants to uplift the mood. He can be a reliable big brother if u ignore how he talks about preserving people's brains in a jar as if it was the most affectionate thing someone can do.

Deep inside, Yukito wants others to rely on him and comfort them, but doesn't want to burden others with his problems. He still holds a bit of a doctor-like behavior (from his parents and from wanting to be a doctor when he was younger), and sometimes will look at people who are equals to him as "patients" or people he shouldn't depend on, but rather that they should depend on him. Yukito feels as an extension of those he loves, and not really someone with needs. This is why he can be pretty neglectful about his own health but remind others to take care of themselves.

Darkness consumes him but he remains silly

Fun facts! (... and some others not so fun):

Because of an accident he had when he was a teenager, Yukito has to use a cane every once in a while. Even after the surgery, he has to keep his body in some sort of physical activity and go to appointments often so his back doesn't hurt like hell.

Said surgery made him partially lose his vision in his right eye

^ has reddish sclera bc of that. He is too self-conscious of that and often uses sunglasses or an eyepatch (!!! Bad!!!) to hide it

He loves doing sport. He will try any sport once (/ref...im still dps brained...)

He is bisexual and transgender. Yeah you can say he got his top surgery at Claire's or smth of the sort, he likes those medical malpractice jokes. He puts the bi in bitchless

He is Mayoi, Tomoya and Ibuki's roommate! Because HappyEle sucks I also made Ibuki Taki my own oc (who doesn't?). Yukito and Ibuki are cool uncle & gen alpha nephew coded

Biology and medicine nerd. Used to read dictionaires, encyclopedias and quite complex books as a kid. Very skilled at memorizing stuff. Knowing the scientific names of so many plants and animals may be his biggest flex.

Yeah, the autism is diagnosed. He probably has ADHD too but not even his diagnosis freak instincts realized it yet

Someone needs to tell him to stop drinking and smoking i think

I wouldn't trust him with my drink if I were you. He has good intentions but he will fuck up

Can't cook for shit. And his favorite food is the one served at hospitals. Tasteless foods are his thing

He could have pulled a gyaruo baddie but he's a loser

Don't let these bulletpoints fool you, I actually like him very much. He's just weird .

Oc posting era yay

[9mysterybook6]

Can you talk without making into a Greek tragedy story? Rhylie.

Guys Rhylie just keeps proving my point About her

Look at this

As you can see, she is still playing the role of the victim and her stupidity

Did you remember when I called her ((You really are a hybrid between Meowbah and bella the wolf)) in my previous posts?

She started doing this but it doesn't change anything at all.

You are not different from them

You three have a lot in common.

Especially your control over people, especially minors

You always say you will "redeem" people.

It means you control them until they worship you.

Just like Meowbahh and Bella the wolf

I feel sorry for those who were her friends.

You know what's funny?

She says she's changed.

But another post proves the opposite of what she said.

Seriously you say I'm right then you do this

Here is the video

It's all just guilt tripping and crocodile tears.

You are still clinging to the victim role After everything

Check out these picks

Can You Please Help Me?, I Am So Sick Of Getting Exposed And Drama.

((I'll Help U, I'll Expose 9mysterybook6 Who Has Treating You Mean From Her Rants))

((I Understand, But I Don't Trust Her Anymore. She Does Dramas & Rants.))

((Nobody Deserves Hates Even For You……..We Support You More Then 9mysterybook))

You deserve to be tortured after you tortured people first

Quick question: Expose me for what Exactly

There is nothing to Expose me at all.

Do I have to remind you of (megamanzerov20)'s attempt at defending you?

He made a fool of himself trying to defend you.

Seriously, when I started talking about the facts and evidence, he was silent and couldn't respond.

He knows he can't lie on this serious matter.

He knows there is no excuse for your actions.

You are trying to make your followers attack me

You are just a joke

you nothing but a stupid clown

Here is this video that might teach you some manners.

And something else she still does

She is trying to hide her traces of theft in art from others.

There are some posts that she put the link of the Original owner

But why did she NOT put the artist's name or where she got the drawing from?

But there are posts that did not put the owner original

As you noted in tag

There is only #smiling critters

Interesting information

There are some posts She doesn't put tag Or the same tag On her posts bullying people or About drawing and OCS

She is a failed attempt to cover up her art theft.

else If you see a her blog You will see a lot of reblogged of others post

either She is trying to hide the drama Or try to befriend them

Seriously when will she be banned from here?

This was my reaction in GIF

[demonsteapot]

Im new here, can you tell me about your oc's?

OH YEAH I CAN this is gonna be a long bitch of a post though

so there are a lot but these are probably the main eight even though i only draw like 3 of them regularly

(please forgive the half-assed sketches, i just wanted to get their designs across lol)

so the premise of this setting is that the sun (which is god) is dead and the earth is now inhabited by mindless angels and mostly humanoid demons (which may or may not be either spirits or just a human derivative). demons live in small city-states and their environs built on top of giant geothermal-harvesting living flesh networks (referred to as humans since they're derived from them)

demons on the outskirts of these places are tasked with keeping angels out. this is what most of these characters do; these eight live in or around fleur, a town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere on the easternmost point of a human kingdom named rust. five of them work for an agency (rust monitor) which scouts and euthanizes angels.

also, magic exists! the (fuzzy) system for magic is mainly based on blood. i think that's enough context so i can introduce these guys

fooling around in the top left are vivian (seated) and fran (seating?). both of them work for RM in bronya's squad, the moss-eaters. if you scroll through my art tags you will probably find that viv is unaccountably the favourite child, as it were. he loves to yap about his interests, especially to fran. he hunts bugs and angels using a combat umbrella. he died once and got resurrected after like two years by nova, which is why he is all stitched together. he has ice magic. his resurrection also may or may not count as force feminization?

fran is a foolhardy and mostly unkillable goofball. the three snakes on his head are named diogenes, gello and lettuce. he started working for RM after bronya accidentally hit him with her car. he's best friends with viv. fran is also a fan of the demon equivalent of pro wrestling, which is more violent and somehow more homoerotic than the human one, and that i can't depict because i wouldn't do it justice. he has some force magic skills, which let him do things like move comically fast and punch shit so hard it explodes. he used to fight using an axe but graduated to just using his hands. he plays the bass sometimes

the catgirl to their right is bernadette harley. she used to be friends with viv and fran, but left fran estranged after viv's death. she lives with her father estus, who used to work for RM. they do not like each other. bernadette hunts using estus's old coilgun. she mostly hunts for food, but occasionally she helps the moss-eaters out with angels or other monsters. she was cheery when she was younger and now she's not. she has a large parasite in her stomach which eats angels

top right, with the thorns on her back, is nova harley, bernadette's sister... sort of. nova also used to be friends with the previous three, but she ran away from home and now she's feral. she has an affinity for magic that deals with manipulating living flesh, and after viv's death she spent about two years reconstructing him out of various vivisected (heh...?) animals. nova is easily stressed and depressed. she hurts people sometimes but not intentionally... usually. she likes sewer slvt. she eats carrion off the asphalt, and the only living things that like her are the flies and the ravens. she also doubles as my sona for venting!

bottom left, with the gillstalks, is princess valentine phloem, or val for short. she is not in fact demon, but human– specifically, a polyp of rust that was intended to grow into the next queen regent. however, she didn't like this idea, so she chainsawed her way right out of rust's bowels and ended up in the remotest part of the kingdom– fleur, where she joined the mossies. fran likes to arm-wrestle with her, but she always wins. having lived in a fleshy, subterranean hellscape for most of her existence, she has an appreciation for life that others don't. it often seems to her friends as though she experiences twice as much world as they do.

in the bottom middle, in the maid outfit and gasmask, is mincey leyland. he lives in part of an ancient bunker complex and delivers vigilante justice when he isn't busy fucking with bronnie's squad. vivian, who mincey considers his brother, is technically a clone of him, and he wields fire magics as a counterpart to viv's ice. he carries a long-standing rivalry with his brother, though it's mostly an elaborate in-joke between them at this point. though he professes loathing for and has legitimate envy of his brother, he helped nova extensively when she rebuilt him. he hates to let his machines do his dirty work, so he prefers single combat with his enemies, with a skeletal rainshade as his favoured weapon. he also maybe stole some people's organs to help nova

bottom right, the blonde machine and the gorgon leaning on them are gato cello and bronya wormwood respectively. cello is bronnie's assistant, a heavily modified domestic android unit that had a long stint as an assassin before bronnie roped them into working for her. they are a scout unit for the mossies, but also very much the team pet. kind of an asshole. met bronnie when they were hired to kill her when she was in college. the two have an unbreakable friendship wherein they hurl insults that border abuse at each other constantly. fortunately, the rest of their teammates find this very entertaining.

finally, bronya is the field captain of the moss-eaters. she is about thirty and depressed and gay. she's a weapons hardware engineer and made most of cello's modifications, as well as a home-made pile bunker she uses to deliver the coup de grâce to wounded angels. she drives a legged squad vehicle called a scuttlebuggy (her aforementioned car), which i have never posted because i can't figure out how to make it look good. her snakes are named bleach, tara, pissboy, euterpe, princess and kyle. kyle is the dead one

anyway all of this stuff is subject to change and none of it is comprehensive. i have never had an internally consistent cast of characters or setting for very long. also, with the exception of viv, fran and nova, no one has a consistent design right now, so those are wips too.

anyway sorry for the long post i dont rant much so it all happens at once

[illumiera]

🏺 Sujamma Sundas 🏺

the lovely @lathepoquerose (acting on behalf of the incomparable Sujamma the nix-hound) tagged me to share 3-5 quotes from my OC Elentari so as to help Sujamma with his letters, and who would I be to turn that down? here are a few Ellie-isms for his perusal:

"Devious? You ought to have expected the Arch-Mage to have some tricks up her sleeves."

"You may all draw your weapons, if you'd like, so as not to die without a blade in your hands."

“In that case, I am glad to be a fool. You should be glad for it, too. If I didn’t keep faith in the face of impossible things, I would be dead—and the world you’re so desperate to return to would have died with me.”

"Elisif the Fair is just a young girl, you say, though she is a mere two years my senior. My Jarl, was I 'just a young girl' when you watched me ride off on dragonback to Skuldafn with scant hope of ever returning?"

"Lucien here is of the opinion that my cooking is a 'danger to the structural integrity of the human tongue', as he puts it—but what manner of dragon would I be if I had anything to fear from fire?"

there, hopefully that helps Sujamma a little! tagging @pelinalblancserpent @bostoniangirl21 @lilarus @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and @thequeenofthewinter to share some quotes from an OC of their choice, if they'd like! 💖

[shi0ri-draws]

About my Ask and RP blog:

Hii! *˙︶˙*)ﾉ You can call me Shiori, I created this account since I saw many cool OCs and character blogs so I decided to make one myself, however I do have some rules you must follow if you wish to ask or roleplay with my OC using prompts. ^ I will take some time to draw and reply to asks and tags but I will reply to all asks eventually

^ Oh and I am new so please go easy on me since I also just started the game-

^ feel free to ask me to doodle some cute interactions between characters! (Howeverrr I do like asking permission to doodle other people's OCs or tag the tkd character blogs so that might take some time-)

Rules:

1. No hating on other people

2. No NSFW since it makes me uncomfortable to write that for my Oc

3. Don't be afraid to ask or message me about doodles or just the game in itselfᰔᩚ

4. No other rules (for now?)

• Currently interested in Toyko Debunker, Honkai Star Rail, and Obey me

• I'll post some of my doodles or thoughts about the chapters in game, so feel free to comment your thoughts aswell.

• Out of character posts/texts will have a '🪭' emoji and with a simple 'ooc' text at the start of the post/text.

Character introduction :

Airi Shiori - Hotarubi First Year - Ghoul

- she/her pronouns

- birthday - 1st of December (Sagittarius)

- her nickname is 'Ari'

- dyes her hair often

(the purple and yellow parts, I think you can guess her favourite colors-)

- likes drawing and painting

[Multi-ship is allowed]

[This character is an Oc and all art on this account is mine unless I say so ᰔᩚ]

(^Found this template on @mirurim's acc)

•More below!•

•Airi's Stigma is called 'Beur'

(You can see how it works in the picture below- kind off)

- it allows her to bring a painting/drawing to life for a short period of time by touching it, (10 minutes + 30 minutes when Honor student enhances it) it will follow her commands, fixed instincts if it is an animal and personality if it is a person

-she can only bring up to five creatures alive depending on their size and strength

- paintings/drawings are able to be physically hurt and can be 'healed' when Airi re-paints/draws the creature on their canvas/item it is drawn on, if not can simply return back to their canvas/item it is drawn on as if nothing happened.

- side effects for over using her stigma causes her to become dizzy and vision to become blurry, making her unable to paint/draw for the time being until it wears off

•Airi's Artifact is a Fan🪭

(Design can be seen in the picture below)

- usually shrunk down and hung on her bracelet or just in its original size in her hand

- poison needles and daggers are hidden in her fan that she can throw at anomalies/people-

Fun fact! - Her fan is able to change color and design depending on her mood and the needles and daggers will go back to its original position after use

More information about her:

How can Airi vibe to Zenji?

Well- she can only hear his biwa playing but since Airi does end up finding out about Zenji's existence because of Haku, she tends to just sit down and listen if she hears the sounds of Zenji playing his biwa when she is not busy or in a rush to do something (^An example is in the picture above where she's just listening to Zenji in Jabberwockᰔ)

Personality type and details?

Airi is a Ambivert at best, since she is quite shy but do not let that fool you, since she is quiet and does not make her presence known unless she wants to. She likes to gather small bits of blackmail or funny pictures of other ghouls and honor student, and when she is bored maybe she will pull a small prank or two. But overall she is polite, and one of the nicer ghouls to talk to.

(Is she exchanging 'funny' -blackmail- pictures with Leo? Who knows)

Airi also has a small following on some social media platforms where she just shares her art and aesthetic places around Toyko when she is able to wander around on a free day, (and honestly to just keep up with the lastest trends.)

^Likes drawing people or taking a picture of them

Likes and Dislikes?

[Likes] Sleep, sweets, thrill, doing any kind of art and hanging out with Inspector and some other Ghouls

[Dislikes] Sun (Cannot stand it if it is too hot) and SUNBURNS, loud sounds and people who walk really slowly

Backstory and how she became a ghoul? (Summary)

Airi was raised up in a semi-higher class family (rich but not like Frosthiem kind of rich-) with her parents and older brother. She is quite distant from her parents since they are always abroad but she is very close with her older brother, always admiring and looking up to him since he was the closest thing she had to a parental figure other than her maid.

Growing up looking up to her older brother, also meant she liked copying what he did which led to her dying her hair to match his. However after reaching a certain age, she wanted to be her own person and step out of her brother's shadow. But how? He was way better than her in basically all aspects..unless...she could somehow better herself, even if it was just one thing.

(HER BROTHER IS STILL ALIVE OMG-)

(What she lost to become a ghoul is still unclear, maybe we will find out more in the future. )

Questions answered about her!

[Found in this tag -> #answeredbyAS or #ASbg-info for background information (I hope- use the one in my tag list below🙏]

[Art and photos made/taken by Airi will be tagged under #AiriArts that is also in my tag list below!]

That is it for now, if you have more questions about my Oc feel free to ask me. ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* Have a nice day!

[your-mommy-ems]

Emma's 230 follower event

First off it blows my mind that there are over 230 of you who listen to my shit talks and posts like what? Thats insane and im extremely grateful for all of you. You guys are amazing <33

love ema <333 (btw im leaving that mistake there lol)

intro post <3

☆ Great War - I'll make you a moodboard off of your blog/the vibes you give

☆ Snow on the Beach - I'll make you a playlist - you can tell me what you like and vibes you want :)

☆ Dear Reader - I'll write you a letter (moots only)

☆ Hits Different - You give me a song to listen to and I'll rate it.

☆ Maroon - you can ask about my OC's or rant to me about yours (i love hearing about people's characters!!)

☆ Question - you can ask me anything!

☆ Mastermind - I'll draw you something - warning: it may be crappy but who cares!!

Info:

☆ Please keep all requests in asks - otherwise it gets to messy.

☆ The event ends on 31st of Jan.

☆ You can ask as many as you want (but warning if you ask me to draw you something it may take longer to answer)

☆ Have fun!! And thank you so much again for 230 followers!! <33

Tagging people below the cut <33

@nqds, @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies, @tellme-o-muse, @lost-in-reveriie, @reminiscentreader, @stop-ur-losing-me, @banilikesfictionalpeople, @art-of-fools, @a-beautiful-fool, @skeelly, @moonlightt444, @bookscorpion73, @myster3y, @mqstermindswift, @sophiesonlinediary, @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep, @svnflowermoon, @jamesonhawthorneisw, @strawberryloveyyy, @foaming-sea, @pixiedust347, @atwtmvftvtvsgavralpsss, @imperpetuallylost, @cc-horan28, @niallermybabe, @seaveysoceaneyes, @hathorneheiress, @returnofthecabbageman @blocked-zombieartist @dmoonrrr

[whumpbug]

『SIMON AND ARCHIE MASTERPOST』

long time coming guys.

this is just about everything with my vigilante x civilian boys! i might have missed something, but just know anything involving these two will be tagged #simon and archie

first off: here is their INTRO POST!!

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

FICS/MY ART:

simon getting heckled and archie to the rescue

delirious and shivering and feverish archie

archie accidentally hurts simon trying to save him

overstimulated archie and simon to the rescue in the field

simon kidnapped: the saga (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

archie's hand is impaled. he is disgusted.

protective archie....

long fic archie with pneumonia

thunderstorm from hell. cue the fluff.

sick simon sleeps (spontaneously)

archie tries to make soup (he fails)

wwe day 1: emergency first aid

wwe day 2: like a record, baby

wwe day 4: it's every day bro

BUG DRAWS eepy archie

wwe day 7: accidental cryotherapy

BUG DRAWS silly archie

wwe day 8: put your head on my shoulder

BUG DRAWS pissed off simon.

BUG DRAWS the boys finally hug. they are happy.

delirious simon insists on suturing. go to sleep fool.

ANON FANFIC!!! archie's worst christmas

wwe day 11: a minor annoyance

my pt2 of the anon fanfic

wwe day 14: lay down your sword

wwe day 15: i'm going down (you're yelling timber)

✮⋆˙

OC QUESTIONS/LORE:

about archie's powers

bug and seth shenanigans: seth's guys thoughts on mine

bug and seth shenanigans: my boys' thoughts on jj and morri

AND MELLO DREW IT

comfort foods, hot drinks, and cozy nights

coming in from the rain, naps, and cuddles

light sleeper and clothes-stealing

dialogue responses from the boys

favorite pieces of media

songs on repeat and graffiti

aus, motion, and piercings

fave feature, joy, feelin like a kid, and this or thats

fun facts: spanish speaking and aliens

archie and star wars opinions

gene and cassidy crossover, dog person, and beaches

video games, cooking, and (art)chie

lightweight archie and menace simon

romance, melee weapons, and The Wilderness

The Wilderness (continued)

drunken shenanigans: piercing story

montages/cinematic intros

waking up as a robot

ANON HEADCANONS!!! (all canon now)

clocking the clone

responses to "how are you?"

archie's #1 worst injury.

fave accessories, hair changes, and possible aus

what pets would they own? (ft archie's allergies)

hands and nailcare

anon fanfic answers!

anon reaction to my fic!

archie and comic superheros

seth's BANGER of a post

archie's childhood/mother

simon and archie texting eachother

✮⋆˙

AU INFO/FICS:

roleswap info!

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

thats it! these boys were my first ocs on this account and they're very special to me so i hope you enjoy!

[aristocrating]

wip game ✨

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

MARI THIS IS VILE EXPOSING LIKE THIS. i will happily do as always. thanks for tagging me @decaflondonfog

here is all of them. i don't know this many people. i'm tagging @softbrah @ronandhermy @impalerswift @amandayetagain @0lympus-mons @an-ungraceful-swan @coyotesuspect @ci-arabella @vinthetiefling @obligatorygeekery @nonuniqueindie

there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me (omgcp pimms)

pull me back, let that slingshot set me free (pokemon reguri)

pokémon daichi/cindy (OCs)

under cover of night we put a pearl in the ground (omgcp/OC cove 👀 real ones know who this refers to but technically it's not official yet)

posing in bondage (OCs)

kiss me (kill me) (omgcp swoops & luke troy)

group project (cap3, meaning cove + jack)

rest your weary soul on our shores (cap3)

mungojerrie and rumpelteazer have a wonderful way of working together (TSH charles & camilla)

crude drawing of an angel (TSH richarles)

child of prophecy (OCs)

pinewood falls (OCs)

under the light of the same red star (bioncle)

this could be the end of an era (haikyuu daisuga)

go fish (omgcp swimms)

trying to find my sheep but he got lost (daisuga)

your drama (omgcp pimms)

parent infighting (omgcp polyfrogs)

blood for the hockey gods (jack-centric)

crying in public (omgcp parswoops)

dancing in your acid rain (pimms)

are people born wicked? (pimms)

steel-blue eyes (jack-centric)

but if you kiss me now i think you'll fool me again (pimms christmas)

??? (reguri)

it could be so good if it was good (omgcp)

cloudbusting (kent & bob)

friday i'm in loathe (omgcp nurseydex)

so obvious (pimms)

i swear this time (jack)

mysterious blood pyramid (whiskey)

ace of spades (kent & erin)

my misery, it loves your company (pimms)

you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime (kent, for parse bingo)

alola and bonjour! (reguri)

feels like i'm floating (pimms)

everything is just sex, except sex, which is hockey (pimms)

lies like a sailor, loves like a painter (pimms)

follow the train tracks into the next town (reguri)

aogami/protag (shin megami tensei v)

i see beginning where you see end (reguri)

hit me with that super pain (pimms)

[space-writes]

OC Questionnaire Tag

tagged by @the-inkwell-variable thank you! since i’m still in the figuring things out phase for Dark of the Moon and these women are gnawing in my brain like mice, I’m going to give three OCs worth of answers for the price of one tag game and see where it takes me

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If you could kill someone with zero consequences, would you do it?

Otienne: Her answer comes instantly, with a dazzling smile “Of course! A no-consequences way to remove an obstacle? Only a fool wouldn’t take such an opportunity.” Ihrone: “I…no. No! Never, there’s never a good reason to take a life. Never.” She sounds more like she’s trying to convince herself of this fact than you. Osyinra: “Perhaps. Does this killing include immortal beings, or only mortal ones? Because taking a mortal life without consequence is hardly a gift for me, but the ability to remove one of my sisters…now that’s a chance worth taking.”

What kind of crimes are okay to do, in your opinion?

Otienne: “The ones you can get away with.” She laughs, charmingly. “The kind of crime is largely irrelevant to the reward it brings. And of course, it matters more who does it. It does no-one any good to allow a peasant to get away with theft and treason and murder and such; it sets a very poor precedent.” Ihrone: “Ones for which the laws making them crimes are morally unjust.” Her hands twist together. “Ones committed out of necessity. I’m not saying there should be no consequences, only that context should be considered when judgement is passed. Context,” she emphasises “not social station.” Osinyra: “I think if you draw blood, you ought to be allowed to indulge in it. If you want something, you ought to be permitted to take it. Mortals put far too many restrictions on simple desire.”

Instant ramen or fancy ramen - which is better?

Otienne: “Fancy, and prepared by someone who knows what they’re doing, and what my tastes are.” Ihrone: “Simple fare is well and good, I hold nothing against it but…there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the taste of fine things, is there?” Osinyra: “Oh, I’m not particular. I do find it tastes better from someone else’s bowl, though.”

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no-pressure tagging @viscerawrites @tabswrites @willtheweaver and @chauceryfairytales and your questions are:

If you could fix the problems of one person in your life, who would it be, and why do they deserve your help?

Hot showers or cold baths?

What do you do when you need to calm down?

[lazuliquetzal]

Fic Stats Game

Ohoho thank you @tavina-writes for the tag!! Pretty sure this is gonna be the same 3 fics over and over but we'll see :)

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

1) Most Hits

It's AA Batteries (Daiya no Ace). I know this without even looking, it's AAB 100% and by... not a significant, but a decent lead. That thing breached containment. I'm glad that it did, because I had fun writing it, but it always surprises me because sports anime twin OC fic? Really?

But I'm glad it's my most popular fic, even if I don't consider it my best, because even if it's a canon rewrite, I finished a 100K+ fic and I am proud. I'm literally never over it, I could talk about it all day.

Like, I usually don't ship things very strongly, but Misawa is insane to me. Also, do you know how embarrassing it is to relate to Miyuki Kazuya? And not even in a 'generic repressed character' way, I'm talking in a Hey I Literally Was In His Shoes And Made The Same Exact Fucking Mistakes And Decisions way. Nobody gets Miyuki Kazuya like I do. I'm fucking Miyuki kin. I didn't ask for this. I didn't--

2) Second Most Kudos

This one is also AAB, so I'll go with first place: Reflection (The Magnus Archives). A classic. A nice and simple time travel fix-it comedy.

I remember the writing of this one because I had been utterly obsessed with TMA. It would not let me go. I drafted the early chapters on my phone while walking across my college campus. I almost got ran over by a bike when I was writing the "Martin witnesses Jon have a mild breakdown in the break room" scene.

3) Third Most Comments

Dawn of the Fourth (Linked Universe). The LU fandom is super giving with their comments! Probably the most comment-friendly fandom I've been in.

I think it also helped that DotF is one of those stories where every chapter is a punch to the throat lol. If you didn't comment after ch7, it's probably because you zoomed through haha.

4) Fourth Most Bookmarks

It's DotF again, so I'll go with third place: ain't no rest for the wicked (Naruto).

Ah, this one... I'm fond of it, in the way I'm fond of all my writing, but also I was in high school. There's a lot about it that I would do differently now. But I learned a lot from writing it, and actually Chie, Issei, and Riku are still my children and I love them all. I'm proud of the color test. :)

5) Fewest Words

If you ignore the Zelda comic and the CSS formatting test and the anonymous April Fool's fic that I will not be claiming ownership of publicly, my shortest fic is Blackout Blues (Daiya no Ace) at 1101 words. If you subscribe to the belief that a picture is worth a thousand words, then that bumps the word count up to 4101 words.

I should draw more art for my fanfic. I have the power. It's fun.

tagging (if you want!): @yellowocaballero @xxsolar-writesxx @ellie-tarts @zarvasace @dottie-wan-kenobi and anyone else who wants to!