#getting obsessed with this game has done things to my art

[croquettish]

First of all, really love your meta! Especially your takes on Hans and the depth with which you analyze the game's dialogue. But did I miss something, how is Sam also queer? Are there any signs in the story? I know about the rings (which seem to be a case of the reused assets to me), but is there anything else?

Thank you so much!! 🥹

If you read between the lines, there are a lot of hints! Sam is incredibly protective of John to the point of endangering those around him (Henry nearly killed his two best men). Even with all the reassurances in the world, he only agrees to Henry's request to see John under the condition that he go there unarmed and blindfolded. And even after John has cleared Henry, Sam still stays and drinks with them. There likewise seems to be a tremendous amount of trust between him and John that I would argue wouldn't necessarily be there (or at least not in as intense a form as it is) if there weren't more there.

If you listen in on the dialogue while Henry is blindfolded (it's quiet!), you'll hear John speaking to others there. His tone is surprisingly firm for someone who could very well just be a "guest" being protected, never mind the part where he's talking about finding intel on whether someone has male or female lovers. The people there treat him with nothing but respect and will even take orders from him. And when the progrom happens, John is allowed to come along. You could argue that they could use all the help they could get, but recall that Hans' aid was turned down! John was trusted to help save his mother and to extract important documents.

All of this wouldn't be unusual for a long of characters, mind you, but Sam isn't a very trusting person. He's distrusting by nature, and he has good reason to be! His people have been persecuted since time immemorial and they very much continue to be in 1403. We learn that Sam just took John in without question, but even that feels like a statement. You'll recall that I've previously talked about the commonalities between medieval Jews and sodomites, both of whom were (along with others) viewed as inherently heretical. Both are marginalized groups that could only exist openly in marginalized spaces, spaces situated outside of the expected societal "norm" where being Othered is a given. John enters such a space willingly and looking for protection, being as openly fruity as he is. Sam meets this vulnerability and takes him in without question.

If we consider that the storytelling in KCD2 is done with intent (and there wouldn't be this much meta for me to write about if it hadn't been), then we can also consider that the parallel here is intentional and meant to reflect Hansry. Here we have two people in a marginalized space, one of whom is a noble who willingly entered that space after finding himself in a place of vulnerability. The peasant in question, well-acquainted with both vulnerability and marginalization, opened his arms to him.

Actually, while my mind is whirring, let's take this a step further. Because I'm still obsessed with the jamuel art drawn by @lookitsstevie, let's assume that while Sam takes him in, he still distances himself and keeps himself away from John for a while before they actually get together (the yearning!!!). That would so neatly parallel both Hans' attempts at pushing Henry away (yeah I've totally got this not at all fake girlfriend also named Karolina in Bohunowitz that I totally slept with don't you loooove sleeping with women Henry I can't wait until we get trashed again!!) and then Henry pushing Hans away later as well. That one is more of a stretch, but you get me.

Finally, the rings. I hear what you're saying about reused assets, but there's a lot of counterpoints to all of this that should be taken into consideration:

Reused assets are definitely a thing, but mostly for minor NPCs, not major characters. Consider how surprised everyone was by the (very effective!) fakeout with Captain Thomas and his unique character model.

Those rings have Sam's name on them. I don't think there would be a reason for random NPCs to wear rings like that.

The sartorial style choices by the major characters in this game were clearly meticulously considered and decided on on a case-by-case basis where everyone is unique. No one else is dressed in the dapper way that John is, for instance!

The rings were not there from the start. They were added in with Patch 1.3.1 with intent.

We all did collectively consider that they added the rings in error and were pleasantly surprised when Patch 1.3.2 didn't take them away. As we know, Warhorse does keep its finger on the pulse of what the fandom is saying, and there's no way that the collective celebration over the canonization of Jamuel would have gone unheard by them. Even if John's ring was initially added in error, this means they were left there with intent.

One could say that Sam gave John a ring with his name on it (Did he... did he just have that casually lying around? Why would anyone own two rings with their name on it, it's not like he needs a spare, this seems very odd if not done with intent) to grant John some element of protection within the Jewish quarter, a sign that John is under Sam's protection, but it ends up coming off almost as a sign of ownership more than anything else, like "you touch him and you deal with me," which in and of itself feels tremendously gay. Moreover, we know that John doesn't really leave the tavern to begin with. Raborsch is a rare exception where he's able to go out, and even there he's accompanied by John!!

All in all, I'd say you'd struggle to argue that this ship isn't canon, which of course would automatically canonize Sam as queer as well.

[sting-scrib]

They’re here!! Look at them in their tall, tired glory 🥹🥹

Writer brained rambles under the cut; (Office life)

vvvvvvvvvv

—————————————————————————————————————————————

They’re your resident soft-spoken introvert that managed to work up the ranks as the research lead; mostly by being an active listener (in actuality; they’re always too tired to give leading questions, so they mostly open with casual topics & let their clients talk their ear off until the conversation eventually leads to the topic at hand. Occasionally nodding along and keeping an easy going atmosphere). This leads to their company (Corton Investments) having a good network of clients & brokers under their roster, which keeps the staff busy with work [for better and for worse for Echo. But at least the paycheck to work ratio is better than what they make as a Hero.].

Due to their unique frame (a walking telephone pole) and gentle personality; they became known as the “Resident Admin”, always the first to be picked out from the crowd, and the first to help when asked. Even if it’s outside of their department, they’ll find a way. The most common occurrences being; interns with trouble navigating the company. One of the common pastimes between company veterans is to take bets on how long a new intern would take to confess to Echo; knowing eventually Echo would turn them down, even with the research dept. Staff warning said interns beforehand of the result. Many don’t listen, with many “I told you so’s” followed.

Their common reason for rejecting the confession was mostly due to the power imbalance; them being in a senior position with an intern, not the best look. Adding onto their workload and personal responsibilities, they don’t have the time or space for relationships.

When interns asked privately, why they don’t do relationships (between staff); many recall one particular relationship Echo had back when they were an intern themselves - a staff member from marketing that looked far too close to be between co-workers (it was never officially confirmed). But after 2 years, that staff member suddenly transferred branches, with a heartbroken Echo in their cubicle. No one knows the exact details, but many came to the conclusion that Richard [Company manager] had something to do with the separation; as he was the one that enforces a “No relationship” rule for the company. Though some in the company rumour mill spun it as a case of abuse of power; with the transferred staff member being the perpetrator. But that was quickly shut down once Echo caught wind of it, and had to set the record straight. Since their outburst, no one dared to bring up the transferred staff member’s name around them, with most of the staff moved on from the story out of respect for their wishes.

They’re a well-respected and important member of company staff, that despite their sudden- infrequent leaves for “personal matters”, it’s mostly overlooked since they can be trusted to return with their share of their work completed, tardiness withstanding. Which helps to Echo’s benefit, since outside of office hours; they moonlight as the city’s most beloved (& mysterious) super hero.

—————————————————————————————————————————————

Extra author notes & doodles;

Thank you so much for reading this far in 🥰

I have so much fun writing and planning out Echo’s story; the descriptive summary above is but 1 part of many little sprinkles of their lore, i plan to make short fan comics with accompanied illustrations/ doodles for future instalments set in the Criminally Your’s universe (most of it are my head cannons, and set prior to the release of Part.2).

Pls go and play the game: https://meant-to-bee-studios.itch.io/criminally-yours

It’s so good and I need more people to be equally CY pilled with me 🤪😘

[raechannau]

[rosestthorns]

Me being autistic and watching the SA2 fan dub for the 100th time because I've had a challenging week

[hellspawnmotel]

love your blog and your art!! and realised ive been following you for almost ten years so thank you for the quality posts

have you got any thoughts on ralsei and noelle in terms of both of them taking on “the girl” role in the game? or i guess rather ralsei trying to be the girl in his own meta and sorta weird way. i know youve drawn them together a couple times but would love to hear any analysis if you have thoughts (if youve already posted about this and i missed it my bad! feel free to ignore)

well damn that's flattering. wish I had some kind of membership program so I could give you a little gift, haha

anyway. this is something I've touched on before but only really spelled out once so you're good. I think there's several factors at play with ralsei's metatextual femininity: his status as the party squishy mage/healer, his status as kris's (and by extension, the player's) love interest, his obsession with roles and subservience, and the fact that ralsei is probably meant to be as appealing to the player as possible. none of those things are INHERENTLY feminine of course, but they are in the context of a story with an audience. we don't know for sure yet how ralsei feels about all that, but I'd wager he either thinks he wants it or thinks it has to be his purpose and he wants to do a good job at it. ralsei is like..... the wife. he's the perfect wife. and he's really good at it! the audience LOVES ralsei! whenever my art gets reposted on reddit, there are way more romantically charged or even sexually explicit comments about ralsei than any other character. when I posted my "choose your bride" illustration, most of the people commenting said they would choose ralsei over noelle, with some even saying that it's because noelle "already belongs to susie".

and that leads into his parallels with noelle. like ralsei, noelle is a fragile magic user, is generally more shy and demure (though both of them can break out of that easily), is shown as pining for the object of her affections, and she's slotted into the role of "the love interest" for susie (or for kris/the player, but I'm gonna focus on normal route here). the ferris wheel scene also directly parallels the acid tunnel of love- both forcing the two "couples" to be alone together in a deliberately romantic setting with nothing to do but talk. I've already talked plenty about noelle's roles as the girl, the bride, the damsel, etc. so I won't get into it again, but I think the connections made between kralsei and suselle are worth keeping an eye on. there's nothing to indicate that susie and noelle's budding romance is anything but sweet and genuine, but at the same time you have to wonder what it means that the game is pushing them together in a way so similar to kris and ralsei.

to reference classic jrpg dragon quest v: hand of the heavenly bride, nera comes out of nowhere and was tailor-made to be a wife, while bianca is a childhood friend you have an actual prior connection with. but it doesn't really matter who you choose to marry. in the end they both get kidnapped and sidelined as soon as they're done having your babies.

[therealmylesmorales]

Dating Loser!Vi Headcannons

A lot of this was thought about with the homie @ficsonpost-its, kind of a way for us to cope with the ending of Arcane 🙃

And I never cared enough to follow the plot so this is a college!au where everyone is alive and (maybe) happy

Warnings: Vi herself is kind of a warning, masc4masc couple if it matters, maybe suggestive at some parts, some parts with Jayce are inspired by “the blind leading the blind” stuff one tictok

She met you through Ekko. You were his (adoptive, biological wtfever shut up) sister and safe to say, she was borderline obsessed with you. But, she didn’t know how to approach you at first. Her very obvious crush on you was noticed by both Ekko and Jinx so they took it upon themselves to help her out.

To get some extra money, she works at her dad’s bar, The Last Drop. She’s a bouncer and whenever she’s around, people tend to behave themselves. It was a normal night until Vi saw you chatting up a storm to Vander and she immediately started to panic. But it all seemed to go on well, seeing how the night ended with your number in her pocket.

Vi can count all of the friends she has on one hand, one of them being her sister. So safe to say, when she admitted that she somehow has a girlfriend, none of them believed her. Jayce even called her a liar until she pulled up pictures.

Vi was out one day when she bought you both matching boxers. She cherishes them like it’s her most prized possession, next to you and the brass knuckles Vander gave her.

“Vi, what are these?”

”Batman boxers!”

You couldn’t help but match her wide smile. “Why Batman?”

”Cause he’s a fucking goat.”

Vi will full on body slam or suplex you, carefully, on the nearest couch or bed whenever you seem to be minding your business. The first few times caught you by surprise but now, it’s almost a daily occurrence that you look forward to.

Vi’s fashion taste is something you admire; from the ripped jeans to the cropped muscle shirts that she cut herself, you have nothing but good things to say about her clothes. However, in the comfort of her own home, she never wears a shirt. It’s even rare to find her in her sports bra while she’s lounging around.

“It’s nine in the morning, why are your tits out?”

”Are you complaining?”

”Of course not. But Jayce is coming over so he might.”

You can hear her groaning the entire time but she’ll do it.

Speaking of Jayce, it’s never a good idea to leave them alone for too long or else something would happen. Separately, they’re geniuses but together…those brain cells are nonexistent.

“Vi, it’s been fourteen hours, where the hell were you?”

”Oh, I was getting that tattoo I told you about.”

”For fourteen hours?”

”Yeah, Jayce was with me and he thought it was a good idea to get it done in one sitting. He even got something!”

Needless to say, both you, Mel and Viktor always expect something to go wrong with those two. (Have we lost the art of a good poly-ship? Jayce has two hand so just kiss and shut up)

Do not EVER call her Violet, she’ll think you are upset with her and will probably tweak out and cry. The only acceptable names to call her are Vi, obviously, or ‘Pretty Girl.’ You were only a few months into your relationship when you called her that, she spent like 5 minutes in straight silence not really sure how to react; something you did notice was that her face was as red as her hair.

Vi will also lay her complete body weight on top of you when you lay down; it's one of her favorite ways of cuddling. (For my gamer!readers) Especially if you’re playing a game, you will wrap your arms around her with the controller laying on her back. The both of you will stay there for hours.

“Motherfucker.”

”Die again, cupcake?” She muttered into your chest.

“Radahn is ass.”

A little something extra for my black!readers that love Vi 🫶🏾

Say you can’t find your bonnet. You looked all up and down the apartment, pretty much flipping it over but it was still nowhere to be found. And seeing how it was your favorite, you were a little upset that it was gone. Until Vi came out of the bathroom, said bonnet on her head, giving you a small smile, completely unaware of what she was doing.

[pezinvests]

clinical trial spoilers because there is somewhat of a following now here on tumblr and i want to make my mark. long opinion post. if you're reading through the tag and haven't played, please play the game to the end first i beg of you

so obsessed with how limited our true knowledge is of lee. for what we all know lee has done this kind of thing before and how he just might be more dangerous than he seems. a man in his 20s who got his nursing license during the bush administration (2007-2008ish), ex-mormon/ex-christian/ex-catholic with a slightly strange upbringing and carries himself so seriously and does things so meticulously.

in the bedroom scene he says he just moved out a year ago into a house full of hand-me-downs and old stuff he has kept forever, followed with him saying "a lot of stuff in my life doesn't make sense."

man. that is by far the most vague yet perhaps suspicious thing you could say if you were in his shoes. of course, some have speculated this is just him having some form of autism (in which i welcome this theory and would make sense), but i do think he has just done this type of thing before.

of course, he has fantasized about dying in those hidden walls and has dreamt of studying heavily on orthopedia and pursuing this as his career path, this is canon. maybe in general has studied these kinds of ideas of murder, torture, etc. that relates to it as well.

however he was covering up everything so well by driving brandon's car in a lake. (and hopefully covering whatever tracks he made after driving into the ditch like footprints and maybe tiretracks of his own car to leave the scene??? he seemed to have thought so far ahead to bury his body anyway in there because no one will come looking so. there's also that animation from the dev themselves on twitter that show how angel & lee disposed of brandon. my god. it's so meticulous and careful)

he was also quick thinking on his feet getting a signal jammer to block angel's cellphone from pinging nearby towers. he was only so lucky that their phone died on the way to his house and probably was able to set up the cell jammer before he brought in groceries.

or worse yet, he already had a signal jammer with him. like he just had one already and he set that up really fast before he could even get a charger for angel. lee never mentioned the full circumstances of him having it and when he set it up. he just said he was lucky that angel's phone died on the way there. him being so vague as well as the game not telling us much on that front really sells it.

i get that we don't really see angel's day-to-day life outside of the clinic either (minus the home scenes where you see their art posts and texts on their phone) + it's an RPGMAKER game, can't be that detailed, so we don't usually see what happens in between those times anyway (masterful story technique i must say). but it really leans into the idea that whatever lee says, we really just have to take his word for it now especially with the amount of things he tried to hide.

looking at the bigger picture, yes, lee's actions are inexcusable and disgusting, who would trust someone like this afterwards? and that really rings true throughout the entire game's story. angel giving lee a third chance really is an act of mercy from a god. hell, them walking away on ending 1 was also merciful, especially at their expense if the authorities don't believe angel as to what happened.

so uhh. main takeaway? i love the way lee was written. i'm so glad homie went full send on his character being a little bit of a pathetic creep (lmao the cum-stained jacket being fully written in, really sold it for me) and on purpose him being very vague about his true nature. it plays on the idea that "when someone says who they are, believe them". we have the same amount of info angel has as the player and through it all? we just have to take lee's word for everything.

[chigsprincess]

The sound of your heart

a/n: hii, everyone! this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i finally finished it. i promise to get back to writing requests soon, but finals week was exhausting, to say the least, and i need to find my motivation to do anything lol.

when you write a love song dedicated to them -h.chigiri, m.kaiser, y.isagi, m.bachira

Chigiri Hyoma

The song is a lot more intimate and heartfelt than your usual music, but your fans are obsessed with it.

You captured his essence so well that you couldn’t even deny it was about him. Not that you wanted to.

He acts like a diva on the field, so the fans love that you pointed out his more tender side. Now everyone knows he blushes when you call him cute nicknames.

It became a ritual for him to listen to it before every game. It’s his new religion.

He definitely teared up when he first heard it but made you promise you wouldn’t tell anyone.

Even the people praying for your relationship’s downfall admitted defeat after hearing it. They just accepted that you are taken for life.

His teammates have called him ‘lover boy’ ever since. At least they finally switched up from ‘princess’.

Kaiser Michael

It’s not the first song you wrote about him, but it’s definitely the most impactful one.

It’s sweet, it’s adorable and it’s the complete opposite of his vibe on the field and during interviews.

All the fans who thought you were too good for him shut up really quickly after listening to it.

The internet is buzzing with comments like: ‘If I was her ex I’d never recover.’

He actually flashes a genuine smile when he gets asked about it in interviews. He is obsessed with the song and even more obsessed with you.

He doesn’t understand how can you love him so much. It’s actually beyond his comprehension, but he tries his best to live up to your feelings.

He also listens to it before every match. And when he wakes up, and when he eats lunch and when he has an ounce of free time on his hands, so basically all the time.

He vowed to himself that no matter what happens, he wouldn’t mess this up. He won’t lose you.

Isagi Yoichi

You described him like a literal piece of art in the song, like the most valuable thing you ever had and he is bawling when he first hears it.

This man is absolutely clueless about how attractive he actually is, so you definitely surprised him with some of your lyrics.

It’s a warm and emotional song that focuses on the small moments of life and highlights how grateful you are to have him.

It’s definitely the love song of the decade, everyone and their mother heard it at least once.

His fans became obsessed with you. It’s not like they had anything against you before, but after this, you basically became the soccer significant other.

His teammates are done with him, he literally never shuts up about you or the song. They can just simply ask him about his day and he still finds a way to bring it into discussion. They are all just jealous anyway.

Bachira Meguru

The song is upbeat and bouncy just like him, but it’s also very sweet.

When he first heard it he was driving and had to pull over to the side of the road to start an insta live to bawl to his fans about how beautiful it is.

Genuinely so grateful for you. You are all he ever wanted and more. He feels so special after hearing it.

“‘You kissed me mid-sentence ‘cause you ‘just couldn’t wait.’ Is so real! I always -insert small kisses- do that!”

Wears your merch unironically. Proud supporter of you and your work.

Still tears up whenever he hears it on the radio.

He holds up cardboard signs at your concerts that say things like “MARRY ME (jk unless???)”

Fans call you the chaos duo, but you two stole the title of power couple of the century.

word count: 645

[the-sinister-story-teller]

BR0KEN COLORS & YBG HEADCANONS (P1)

~~~~~~~~ A/N: This post is being made because whilst I was looking through Br0ken colors headcanons for Rasmus for...No particular reason (I SIMP YES IT IS TRUE ToT). Anyways, this is going to be a mash up of all sorts of characters from both Your Boyfriend and Br0ken Colors!

Mentions: both games have possessive stalkers so...bare in mind this will have HEAVY gore, mentions of sexual interactions, stalking, characters kinks, obsessiveness, possessiveness, stockholm syndrome if you SQUINT hard enough, GN!Reader, and murder.

! ALL ART USED FOR CHARACTERS IS NOT MINE AND BELONGS TO THE ARTIST/ORIGINAL CREATOR !

~~~~~~~

Damon:

Oh my fucking god- How do I start? Uh- Well, he is...OUTRAGEOUSLY smitten for you.

I mean, this man has left roses at your doorstep every single day, morning and night. When you leave for work and when you come back, there's always, ALWAYS, a rose.

The only reason he KNOWS where you live is due to DG. He begged DG to give your address to him so he could...leave gifts.

He has a whole wall dedicated to photos of you, items of yours, your FAVORITE items, and even a bit of clothing.

When he interacted with you, he was bright red. Red as can be from just SEEING you in his flower shop.

He made it his POINT to get to know you. Well...pretend to get to know you.

Assuming you're COMPLETELY oblivious to him stalking you, ect, he takes you out on 'dates' on the regular.

DG helps keep track of all the people you interact with.

This helps Damon know who he needs to take out. That one guy from the convenience store? He went missing a LONG time ago.

Once he finally gets to dates you, oh lord...

He has done ANYTHING for you. Top, Bottom, BOTH! Anything.

However he only did it on ONE condition.

You let him carve his name on your body. Could be ANYWHERE.

He loves seeing the crimson run down your body, it's a gorgeous color on you.

BITE. HIM. OMFG IT WILL MAKE THIS MAN WEAK IN THE KNEES!! Mark him UP with bites. All over him, he loves to show them off.

Dominate him. He will call you mommy, daddy, baby, ANYTHING.

Whimpers so FUCKING much.

He gives or receives, either way, HAIR PULLING. If you're into it, he'll yank your hair back, if not though he'll be soft with his touch. Pull his hair as HARD as you want, he'll go fucking feral.

"Mmh...You taste like heaven...Pull my hair harder lovie, I can take it...I love it when you push me around~ "

Rasmus:

LAWD...You either got bullied by him, OR he met you at a party. Either way, he was down. Down BAD.

Once dating, he seeks CONSTANT affection when alone.

PDA is ok, but keep it to a minimal of cheek kisses and hand holding, that's about it.

But the moment you two are behind closed doors, he's ALL over you.

Whether that be him just venting about his step-mother and the pressure his father is (albeit not TRYING to) putting on him.

Run your fingers through his hair and he'll melt like putty in your arms.

He's a thigh guy, NOBODY IS CHANGING MY MIND ON THIS I WILL THROW HANDS OVER THIS! (jk obviously)

He fucking loves piercings, on you OR him. He adores them, he thinks they're hot and a sign of 'independence'.

He will take you to lingerie stores and help pick out lingerie with you, with ZERO shame.

He isn't obsessive like Damon or DG, but he is protective. It can be overbearing sometimes, ESPECIALLY when you drive.

Due to what happened with his mother, he doesn't like when you drive by yourself. He wouldn't live with himself knowing you could get hurt.

He isn't one to be topped, but ask him to top you and oh lord you'll get that and SO much more.

He'd pile drive into you in front of a mirror, just to humiliate and fluster you.

You've met his dad but he has yet to introduce you to his step-mother...

You better bet your happy ass he's using his claws on you. He definitely uses his iron claws when he's feeling extremely antsy.

Gentle sex is a thing with him, he loves both rough and gentle sex equally.

He'll let you BE on top and ride him, but don't expect him to be submissive.

Demisexual! (according to his character page!)

"Taking me so fucking well...Wonder how long it'll take before you pass out gorgeous...You think you can stay awake a bit longer~? "

Peter:

It's Peter.

I dunno what you want from me-

He's as psychotic as they get girlies, boys, all the in between and above.

HOOOOOWEVER...

Jk there's no HOWEVER.

He has every article of clothing. T-shirt, pants, sweatpants, shorts, undergarments, fucking EVERYTHING. At least, one of each.

Shockingly, it's all your favorites (it's not very shocking is it?).

He does it because it's the clothing you wear the most, and though it's OBVIOUS and could get him CAUGHT, but lord...He loves your smell. Addicted to it, even.

Smother him. Like it or not, you're his. It sucks for a bit, but you should learn to get used to him.

He purrs, constantly around you.

He also cuddles you everyday when you wake up and when you fall asleep.

Expect breakfast in bed and dinner! You never have to lift a finger around the house, he does it all for you.

Sex with Peter is...strange.

On one hand, he can be loving, romantic, and gentle, prioritizing your pleasure.

On the other hand, if he's feeling particularly jealous, he'll pile drive into you till the both of you are tearing up from overstimulation.

He's carved your name onto his chest, and carved his name into your chest, or stomach.

He's down to try anything with you. ANYTHING.

He's more than happy to get topped by you, he loves the thought of you taking control over him.

Don't call him Peter in bed, use pet names like 'baby' or 'honey', or something along the lines of that. With him hating his name, it doesn't end well.

Granted he kinda likes hearing his name from you, but not during sex. He likes pet names better, kinky or not.

"C'mon baby one more? Let me tear one more orgasm from that pretty body from yours...I love the way you squeal and squirm~ "

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: I'm definitely making a part 2. List some characters you wanna see, and I'll see if I can do 'em! (LEEVI IS GONNA BE IN THE NEXT ON IT'S DEFINITE!!)

[artdcnaldson]

ok remember when I said that last ask was the horniest thing I'd ever written? Well scratch that bc this is a new record. (Obligatory disclaimer if you don't like it feel free to delete/ignore it)

Imagine- if you will- tashi bringing you to one of arts games. And you're in a sweet little tennis dress and you sit next to her and watch art, not even paying attention to the game just taking in his form, the shine of sweat, the concentration on his face, the little grunts and moans. And obviously you start shifting around in your seat, because, what are you supposed to be??? Dry???? No! So, it's the last break and tashi takes you to the bathroom and makes you lean over so she can check on the situation, and your white panties are so wet they're basically see through (in an ideal world she would've banned you from wearing any just to torture you but unfortunately they're famous and with the press and everything it's too much of a risk 😞 ) and you're really hoping she'll help you out but she just goes "hmm" and takes you back to your seat. And the breaks not over, arts noticed that yall were gone and he's making eye contact with tashi and she just. Nods at him. And he's already winning but for the rest of the match he's on fire, practically wiping the floor with the other guy.

After it's over and he's won and done all the press and stuff, you ride back to their hotel, with tashi in the middle bc she's the only one who can be trusted to keep control of herself. You and art are practically vibrating, with desire and exhilaration respectively. So you get back to the hotel room and tashi tells art to go sit on the couch. Then finally, she gives you a little jerk of her chin and you scramble to put yourself over his knee bc you know that he's always antsy after a win but tashi will want to go over everything while it's as fresh as possible, so you just hang out there and let him play with your sopping cunt and ignore you, just feeling him hard against your stomach but satiated for now since he has something to do while he listens to tashis critiques. When she's done she'll give you further instructions and maybe reward you for good behavior.

(am I gonna become a smut writer this is kinda fun)

I’m so fucking obsessed. I’m on my knees. Anything to keep Artashi happy 😁🫵 just look at them

Rating: E(18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, face sitting, fingering, mild mommy/daddy kink, mild dom/sub dynamics) that’s it that’s the story. Just porn without plot

your brain is just sooo fuzzy and mindless while art’s playing with you. The cute shorts you wore beneath the dress tugged to the side, his fingers stuffed inside of you, your own juices smeared down your thigh, spilling more with each slow thrust of his fingers. It could be a few minutes, or an hour. You just know that you lose yourself in the rise and fall of Tashi’s voice as she runs through her notes, in the warm pressure of Art’s thighs pressing against you.

You must’ve gotten too loud, because Tashi’s kneeling in front of you— holding your chin in her hand, forcing eye contact. “Baby, how’s Art supposed to focus when you’re acting like this, huh? Tomorrow’s match is important, he needs to hear this.”

You whine. Big mistake. Tashi meets Art’s gaze, makes a face you don’t understand. And then Art’s slipping his fingers from your warm, needy cunt. “Clean him up,” Tashi instructs.

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking on them, cleaning any evidence of your arousal off. You take them deeper, feeling the brush of his fingers at the back of his throat. You moan softly— Tashi grabs your hair and pulls you off.

“Do you have any critiques for Art?” She asks. You blink slowly. Critiques?? What was there to critique?? “You were at the game. Show Art that you were paying attention.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you looked into Art’s eyes. God, he was so pretty. And then your eyes traveled down, and he was so hard in his shorts that it was tenting the fabric. You just wanted to mouth at him through them, make him feel good. “I— I don’t.”

Tashi sighed, almost disappointed, but not really. Tennis critiques weren’t what you were there for. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” She patted your thigh. “Go lay down on the bed.”

You obey so sweetly— hands by your sides, fisted in the duvet so you won’t be tempted to touch yourself. Your thighs rub together as you seek friction, need pulsing between your thighs, adding to the mess of wetness.

It’s five minutes (which you know, because you count) until Tashi and Art join you. Art’s down to the fucking obscene briefs Tashi makes him wear, straining against the fabric obscenely. And Tashi’s wearing fucking agent provocateur, so beautiful that you could die happy just at the sight of her.

“If you paid attention to the match, we would’ve been really sweet to you,” Tashi hums as she takes off your dress. The shorts are soaked so badly that she practically peels them away from your cunt. “But all you could think about was getting fucked, huh?”

You nod as she presses two fingers between your lips, pushing all the way until she hits the back of your throat and you gag around them. She stays like that, thrusting her fingers between your lips, smiling every time your eyes fill with unshed tears and your throat constricts. “It’s been a long day. Just let mommy and daddy use you.”

And you do, because that’s all you can really ask for. Tashi slips off her lingerie, putting on a show without even trying. She straddles your face, knees planted on either side of your head, and sinks onto your waiting mouth.

You moan at the taste of her on your tongue, hands eagerly grabbing at her ass to pull her closer. Usually she would scold you for being greedy, but it was the farthest thing from her mind while she was benefiting from said neediness. You eagerly alternated between lapping at her dripping center and giving her clit the attention it needs.

And then there’s Art. He pulls apart your thighs and pushes into the tight, wet heat waiting for him there. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as he sinks inch after inch after inch inside. He groans at the feeling of your pussy gripping him, pulling him in, in, in. His grip on your hips is so tight it feels bruising.

You lose yourself in the two of them— brain going fuzzy and empty. All you knew, all that mattered in the moment was Tashi, and Art, and how good you felt.

And Tashi’s moaning above you— relishing in your need to please. Even with her husband balls deep inside of you, even with your mind so fuzzy, you keep your attention divided so fairly. You were so fucking nice, she didn’t even have to take the reins— she just got to sit there and let you work her with your tongue.

You were in fucking heaven. Art wasn’t content just using— it feels better when you cum while he’s inside of you. He moves you like a pretty little doll, adjusting you just right. He puts your legs over his shoulders so he gets deeper, kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. His thumb presses against your clit, rubs in slow circles.

Tashi cums first— hips stuttering as she grinds against your face. You relish in it, licking at her center as she comes down, until the lightest brush against her clit makes her twitch with overstimulation. She moves off of you, kissing you with slow, sweet laps of her tongue. You give a shuddery gasp into her mouth.

“Is daddy making you feel good?” Her words are cooed against your ear. You nod wordlessly, only capable of pretty moans or needy whines. She turns her gaze to Art, who’s already close as is, without the attention of his fucking perfect wife.

“Close,” Art groans, meeting her gaze. Her lips turn into an amused smirk as she pushes his thumb off of your clit, and replaces it with her own lithe fingers.

Your back arches as she works you with her fingers, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Art continues to fuck into you. Each thrust is accompanied by lead, near pornographic sounds— the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his cock, the slap of his balls against your ass, the fucked-out moans passing his lips.

Your climax overtakes you suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as you cum. Your pussy clenches around Art’s cock as he continues to fuck into you, and your release leaves an obscene, creamy ring around the base of him. Tashi’s lips are on yours, swallowing down the moans and cries falling from your lips as Art fucks you into overstimulation.

Art buries himself within you as he cums, spilling into you with a few shallow thrusts. You whine when he finally pulls out and some of cum dribbles out, making an even bigger mess of the duvet.

Tashi pets your hair sweetly, kisses your sweat-sticky forehead. Art leaves to grab a towel— you hear him dampening it in the fancy en-suite bathroom. “By the way, I thought you shouldn’t get to cum.”

Art laughs lightly as he returns, cleaning you up between your thighs. “I told her I’d throw the match tomorrow, it always works.” He kisses you deeply, and you moan against his mouth. God, he was a good kisser.

“I can always just stop believing you,” Tashi reminded him. “Maybe I was in a giving mood.” Art snorts, you meet her gaze through narrowed eyes.

She’s right where she belongs. Art’s head is on her shoulder, yours rests on her chest. You’re all just a tangle of sweaty limbs.

TASHI DUNCAN I WONT U SO BAD 😚🫵

Sorry to Art he truly is a racket and a dick in this fic

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @chaaistheanswer

Hi everyone! I am Clara, but you can also call me chaa! I am a digital artist based in Auckland, New Zealand, with a bachelor’s degree in Creative Media Production. After graduating from uni, I moved out to pursue my art career and I’ve been a freelance digital artist ever since. I love concept art, especially character design! Creating characters influenced by my love for fantasy is what I live for. Thank you for stopping by, and I hope you enjoyed my art! And thank you, Tumblr, for this opportunity!

Check out our interview with Clara below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I specialized in art in high school and have a bachelor’s degree in Creative Media Production from Massey University with an animation pathway. For our thesis film, which I worked on with several of my classmates, I took on the role of producer, art director, and concept artist. Our short film was featured in the Wellington Film Festival Terror-Fi in 2020. After graduating, I went on to become a freelance artist, but my goal is to work for the gaming industry as a character concept artist. Ever since I first picked up a pencil, I knew I wanted to become an artist!

Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?

Art block is quite common among artists, and unfortunately, I too have fallen prey to the affliction. I have several ways of overcoming art block: watching movies, playing games, reading, or going out for a drive with my sister. These are just a few things I love to do to help keep my creative juices flowing!

What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as an artist?

I tend to obsessively research about completely unrelated topics while I draw. I find learning new things helps improve my concept designs, especially in creating backgrounds for my characters.

Over the years as an artist, what were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?

Video games and anime were my biggest inspirations! Anything with a captivating story that’ll send me to the edge of my seat, and loveable characters. I’m particularly drawn to high and dark fantasy.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

Technology has made a huge impact on us artists over the last few years. I used to draw a lot on paper, but since getting a tablet, I find myself searching for the undo and redo buttons and even trying to zoom constantly while I draw on paper. I used to only draw for myself as well, but after posting my art online, I now have an audience to whom I can share my art. Because of this, I am able to earn a living doing what I love by creating illustrations for clients.

What is a recent creative project that you are proud of?

I am very proud of this recent commission I’ve done for a client! Fortunately, the piece turned out exactly how I wanted it to look, and my client was very happy with the result. I am also in the process of working on a Webtoon, which is going as smoothly as I hoped it would be before its re-release!

What advice would you give to younger you about making art that's personal or truthful to your own experiences?

The best advice I would give my younger self is to never hold back! Try not to think about the negatives of creating and sharing art that you believe in. Embrace vulnerability, and don’t be afraid to dig deep into your own emotions and experiences. Always explore, and don’t limit yourself to your own bubble. And most important of all, stay true to yourself! Stay true to your values and beliefs, and never compromise your own authenticity for the sake of pleasing others. Your art is a reflection of you as a person.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@yuumei-art has been an inspiration to me since my early Deviantart days. I admire how she uses her skills to focus on environmentalism and cyber activism. @nipuni is another inspiration of mine. I found her when I was in the process of recovering from Dragon Age Solavellan hell. I admire how she manages to capture faces well while also sticking to her style. Her paintings are so beautiful and very pleasing to my eyes!

Thanks for stopping by, Clara! If you haven't seen her Meet the Artist piece, be sure to check it out here. For more of Clara's work, follow her Tumblr, @chaaistheanswer!

[kafka-ish]

obsessed | a.d.

patrick has a new girlfriend; art has a new obsession

word count: 2.7k

warnings: fem!reader, toxic!art, general nsfw content (18+)

-

"yes, yes, yes. god, tashi you feel so good."

"pat," you manage in between thrusts.

"that's not my name. and you know it." art punctuates the point in which he wants to make by sliding his dick even deeper into your cunt.

"patrick," you moan again. this time, earning yourself the promise of an orgasm. when art gets turned on he can't stop, can't turn it off. not until he's done. and he almost is. you can tell by way of his movements that are getting sloppier by the second. he's about to finish, whether or not he has a say in it, whether or not he can help it — of course, he can't and now he's about to bring the both of you the release you’ve so been craving.

he's the same when he plays tennis, you've noticed. all that pent up emotion and energy needs an outlet. it's what allows him to demolish his opponents.

and you, at the moment. he's rutting into you the way rabbits do to make babies, the way a puppy would against a pillow before getting neutered or spayed. he's an animal with pure, unadulterated adrenaline running through him and you can feel it. it’s as if he's transferring it to you just from being inside, using your pussy to pump his cock, not even bothering to fully pull out and ram back in without giving you time to adjust. instead he humps you, fast. slides in, in, in until his dick is kissing your cervix.

"i'm close, pat. i'm close."

“i know. can feel it. i am too,” art pants. “fuck.” he isn’t even able to pull out in time, too wrapped up in the feeling of you wrapped around him, the heat of the situation, what this new dynamic is doing to him.

okay, maybe it was a little sick. roleplaying like this. but it’s what art wanted. he was the one who made the proposition; you were just going along with it.

patrick has a new girlfriend. tashi duncan. she’s stunning — all legs and elegance. has the ability to take your breath away with just one look at her image. she's also really fucking good at tennis.

as if art didn’t have enough problems. already, he'd been skipping lectures to work on his serve. now his best friend was prancing up to him, telling him about the date he scored with his favorite girl on the court.

“you’re joking,” art says with his mouth open.

“you wish.”

yeah. art does wish. he wants this whole conversation to be a standup routine that his friend is trying out on him, wants any inkling of the prospect that patrick could be going out with tashi duncan to go away under the guise of some cruel prank. but it doesn’t.

“i asked her out after her game and she said yes. we’re going to some italian place.”

“which one?” art’s eyebrows are raised. he doesn’t even get to process this information by himself, alone, in private. which is what he wants right now so he can get off to his new playboy that just came in. instead, he has to hear about the details of patrick’s date and how long, he wonders, it’ll take for him to get to third base.

“this new spot in L.A. …think she’ll like it?”

“yeah. that sounds nice,” art manages, swallowing down any hint of jealousy his friend might detect on him.

“great.” patrick slaps art on the back. “and hey, tell you all about it later?” he’s wiggling his eyebrows as he says this.

“yeah. great.” art nods, like he’s equally into it. like it doesn’t take everything for him to not strangle his friend. he would tell him to have fun, but he doesn’t. he doesn’t want to wish his friend luck and the furthest thing he wants is for either tashi or patrick to have fun. instead he walks off, making up some excuse about how he has homework for one of his classes and he just remembered but yeah, tell me all about it after.

he’s pissed, still, even after the walk to his dorm. and it’s as if things couldn’t get any worse until they do, when he reaches for his keys in the pocket of his shorts only to realize he either left them on the court or locked himself out of his own home.

he doesn’t go to the front desk, doesn’t bother trying to text his RA to tell them what happened. doesn’t even go back to the court to check if that’s where he left them.

he gets a call. it’s you, his doubles partner. what the hell, sure. he answers.

“hey,” your voice breathes.

"hey," he says, almost a sigh of frustration.

"jeez, donaldson. you good? i didn’t catch you at a bad time, did i?" and you're always so conscious, so observant of other people and how they're feeling, even if they don’t say anything. when the two of you are playing, you're the one to ask if he needs a break. you let him have the snacks you have saved. started bringing extras just for him. you fill up his water bottle when it looks empty. even after having crushed the team you played against, you tell them good game and mean it. "art? i can call back if-"

"no, it’s okay. what's up?" and he realizes how much of an idiot he looks like, standing outside his own door, on the phone. hand in his pocket like if he keeps feeling around the lining it will summon the key he’s missing.

"i was wondering if you'd be down to hit the gym. get some sets in?"

"funny, i just got back from doing exactly that."

"oh. that's fine. we can-"

"actually, can i come over?"

art's question catches you off guard. you've never hung out with each other alone for reasons other than hitting a ball with a racket. you don't even think he's been to your dorm before this.

"oh, um. yeah. sure."

"okay. cool. great. i'll call you when i'm there." and he's about to hang up when he hears your voice come through the other end once more:

"art?"

"hm?"

"do you need my address?" you giggle into the speaker.

and it only takes five minutes for art to confirm that he’s true to his word. he calls you when he reaches the front of your building and you dash down the stairs to let him in.

“hi,” you say, shy upon seeing his face. he’s gorgeous, as always. even when he’s all sweaty from practicing his backhand. his curls are all messy and he’s trying to hide how irritated he is.

“hi,” art repeats.

you let him in; he follows you upstairs and into your room where he wanders in without waiting.

“so this is it,” you tell him, a little abashed when you open your door for him, now able to see the inside of your being, it seems. especially while he drinks in all the details of your arrangement: the posters you pinned up, the way your sweaters are sorted in your closet. your textbook is laid open to the chapter you were in the middle of reading; on top of it sits your notebook. your handwriting is haphazard, messy.

“sorry, i didn’t have much of a chance to clean,” you tell him, closing the notebook. “i didn’t realize you were so close.”

art doesn’t say anything and you wonder if you should be worried.

“do you want to watch a movie? i just got Bring It On on DVD.” you’re about to go get it from one of your drawers until he stops you. his hand takes yours before you can turn. he catches your jaw with his free palm. traces the distance from your neck to your chin with his thumb; his mouth is on yours before you can say something.

and you’re not sure if this is actually happening. if you’re actually kissing art donaldson. this past hour has been a whirlwind but you figure you should take it because he’s patrick’s best friend and maybe this will be the closest to him you’ll ever get.

his lips on yours feel desperate, a hungry attempt for salvation. but also, like he needs this. and maybe you need it too. so you lean into it. let him have this moment. melt into his touch, just a little, though it isn’t especially hard considering.

but he pulls himself off once you’ve gotten used to the feeling of your mouth working against his.

“sorry, that was… sorry.” he’s shaking his head, ashamed of what he’s just done. his grandmother didn’t raise him to not ask permission.

“no, that was-”

“patrick’s going out with tashi. tonight.” the words come out of art’s mouth like that. a slip. he has no control over his actions or anything he says.

“oh.” you wonder if your crush on his best friend is that obvious; if that’s why art asked to come over in the first place. to tell you. the kiss was just to soften the blow. padding for the inevitable, terrible.

but you also know about the crush your doubles partner has been harboring. you see the way he looks at tashi when she’s about to send her opponent into oblivion. the way he looks at her from across the court, preparing for her matches. he’s her number one fan, not patrick.

“yeah,” art breathes back. a similar note of disappointment hangs in his verbiage.

neither of you say anything following the hurt sentiment. you can’t. not with your lips newly attached to his. he’s taken aback at the fact that you’re the one to initiate it, surprised he’s even still here, surprised you haven’t kicked him out yet.

and it’s different from the first one you shared with him. it’s soft, gentle. an apology and a requiem all at once. already, he misses your touch even though the two of your lips are still locked and your body language hasn’t said anything else. you’d pull apart only to say sorry, that was sudden but you don’t because you’re not.

his teeth find your flesh and they bite down on the fullest part of your lip, hard. any more pressure and he’d be drawing blood, you think. but he doesn’t and you like it, opening your mouth for him to thrust his tongue in. he licks over your teeth, wanting to explore every inch of the inside of your cheek.

and before either of you realize it, your back is flush against your twin XL mattress. he’s on top, pinning you down, still trying to find relinquishment, trying to rid himself of the ugly feelings about tashi and patrick that are still clinging onto him through the harsh action. it doesn’t even feel intimate. like just another one of your shared workout sessions. his hips are grinding into yours and while both of you revel in the friction the movement offers it’s not enough, still.

“tashi,” he moans. he doesn’t even register the fact that the name he calls out isn’t yours.

but for some reason, it doesn't bother you. at least, not as much as it should. maybe because you both are hurt; you both are using each other. art just isn't beating around the bush.

so it made sense in the moment. it made sense for you to call him patrick instead. it made sense to art too, when he hears his best friend's name fall from your lips. and neither of you stop to think about how wrong this is. rather, you relish it. this unspoken agreement has you wetter than you ever anticipated, has art harder than he would be if it were actually tashi under him.

finally, your hand finds purchase on the elastic of his waistband. you don't waste any time trying to tease him, dragging jersey down with a sense of immediacy. think you'll die if you don't get to see him — feel him — immediately.

you tug his boxers down with them and replacing the feeling of fabric is your grip on him. he's smooth, bigger than you expected. the tip of his dick is weeping and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

you remove your palm for a brief second. spit in it, then resume the position it was in.

“fuck,” he seethes at the contact. uses the hand that’s not holding him up to trail the opening of your shorts and push aside your panties. his thumb runs against your soaked cunt as — “fuck,” — he tries to find your clit to press and rub circles on.

the two of you keep at that position: hands on each other, getting off one another with your clothed bodies pressed together. you finally find a pace that’s satisfying for you both. this is until art removes his hand from your shorts to take yours, wrapping around his girth.

“need to feel you,” he groans, voice barely above a whisper.

you brush your fingers against his lips while he tries pressing a kiss onto yours. he’s in the middle of pulling down your shorts but you want him to taste himself first.

and now you’re the one to groan. the sight of his mouth around your fingers. the feeling of his tongue tracing them. the thought of him lapping up his precum. it's all too much. almost has you coming undone all at once. art senses this from your facial expression and says, “c’mon tash, just a little longer. you can hold out, yeah?”

you nod lamely but the only thing you can think of is how much you need him. all you can feel is your cunt aching. you grind your hips against his in a futile attempt to get him to notice, to try and relieve yourself with something.

and he does. “you want it?” he teases, dragging his dick against the slick of your swollen pussy. his breaths become more uneven and for a split second you wonder if he wants it more and he’s just putting on a show, going through the motions of what he’s seen on porn.

but you’ll humor him; you think if he doesn’t put it in you might explode.

“yes,” you tell him breathlessly. the syllable squeaks out in between labored inhales.

“how much?” he’s nudging the tip against your entrance. it’s as if he’s a vampire and can’t enter unless you invite him in, give him permission.

“please, patrick. need you so much.”

it only takes that first thrust for you to feel your climax building. but you both are athletes; art, especially, has the stamina of one. it’s almost impressive, considering your previous hook ups.

each pump is deeper than the last, still keeping with the rhythm in which he rocks you on his dick. your eyes flutter at the sensation, the feeling of every inch stretching you out, eventually penetrating your sweet spot.

it’s not until you feel art’s fingers pull your chin to meet his face. until he tells you, i want to see that pretty face when you finish. until you’re trapped under his ice cold gaze that you realize he’s being serious, which allows yourself to cum around him.

and he takes that as his signal. pulls out. finishes from stroking his dick over your stomach. fluid spills onto the exposed part of your abdomen but he doesn't bother getting up to clean it off — not yet. he makes sure to paint your lips with the residue caught on his fingers.

you open up your mouth once you realize what he wants. attach your lips around his digits, the same way you would if you were to blow him. your tongue traces along the indentations of his index and middle finger and he uses this as an opportunity to shove them down your throat further.

you wrap your leg around his waist, drawing him into yours where he collapses. the two of you stay like that, silent. neither of you want to address what just happened. but it'll happen again because you need this. and maybe it's sick but so is the thought of tashi dating patrick and vice versa.

[gallusgalluss]

please unleash your inspekta thoughts

your art is amazing i cant stop looking at it

i hope you have a happy new year!!

end of jan edit: when i wrote this i only really played through the game once :V after playing the game a few more times some of my thoughts n analysis parts of this have changed a lot. not gonna go in an change it all cause I Dont Have The Time. but just a heads up ig 👍 inspekta is still the evil worm that lives in my brain at all times

happy new year anon n thank you :]!!!!

also ur so evil ur letting me unleash my Inspekta thoughts,,,,how cruel how cruel

im going full yapper mode + there's spoilers so Watch Out

I like Inspekta, he's a little freak and a really interesting character to think about. While, for me, the twist with him wasn't totally a surprise (I did Not trust his cuteness the second i saw him lmao), I REALLY liked the way his character progressed throughout the game. He's your buddy! He's your pal! Don't worry about all these posters and weird plushies and standees and propaganda of him everywhere and how he keeps being called “the one and only god”, it's Fine it's Fine! He's sillay :D!!!

I'm generally just obsessed with characters who are put into leadership positions who absolutely Should Not have that amount of power over people, and I think Inspekta's a perfect example of that type of thing for me.

He had his own fears, loneliness, and jealousy cloud his judgment and that resulted in some Really Fucked Up Stuff. As a mortal he wanted to be special in the eyes of the public, so he gained enough popularity to get elected to be a god! Yay! But now he's scared of being forgotten and there's a new possible god being elected, wuh oh! Time to ruin Literally Everything because what's the easiest way to be remembered, worshiped, and loved by all if there's no more competition for your rule? Empty heavens, baby!!! Let's bring in an apocalypse!!! Yay!!!!!

Bro's fucked up and I like that.

I love how despite it all he still tries this whole Cute Buddy Friend act, even at the end with this Worm Form. Cause he KNOWS the other gods would trust and believe him and the lies he's spread about King's shocking letters, cause why wouldn't they? He's just a silly lil cutie pie! They all trust him! He's the God of Leadership! How could a Leader lead others astray? And he knows the Bizzyboys will follow him as well since he's been leading them pre-godhood for several years. He's a role model to them all, starting from nothing and now he's a god! He's just so trustworthy and sweet and will totally save the day!

Also I just wanted to include this somewhere. I really like this section (after Chapter 3, I think???)

He has this brief moment of vulnerability/sincerity/something that made him drop his “Cutesy Voice”. Like aside from this scene, near the end of chapter 5, and i Think a few parts i'm 100% forgetting, I don't think we actually see this more contemplative n genuine side of Inspekta.

He does instantly goes into gloating about himself and how he's Clearly the MOST IMPORTANT GOD OF ALL (before correcting himself to include the other gods, of course, of course).

Like if he didn't have that Ego-the-size-of-the-galaxy + Saddest Scaredest Loneliest Most Jealous Withdrawn Loser combo, all he had to do was to just Talk To People. He could've Talked to people about his Fears and Insecurities. Even the other gods; after all he's done, were still there for him! Like “Hey dude this is fucked up, we all already love you dummy, you can talk to us ya know you're allowed to feel scared!”

He's just the cutest most moe creature with soooo many issues and problems he needed to figure out.

NOW WITH HECTOR

Most of my Inspekta Thoughts can just be applied to him but slightly modified. I think it's interesting how he chose to go back to being a regular person, it makes sense cause he's like Aware of the amount of damage he's done/could've done. While he certainly won't be forgotten after Everything he's done, he isn't going to be as Grand and Powerful as he wished to be.

He's just a guy in his 50s who's trying to get over his God Complex of 33 years and also attempt to gain back the trust and respect of the Grove’s people. He's definitely going to be bearing the weight of what he's done for the rest of his life probably, but it IS interesting thinking about what he'd do to actually improve himself now, learn how to be a person again n such.

He’s also a sad miserable booboo beast of a man and i think him suffering in anguish is awesome!!!!!!! yay!!!!

This turned into more a character analysis of some sorts instead of solely my own personal thoughts, whoops. Anyways i think his designs, all 3 of em are really fun to draw. He's cute n stretchy and marketable, as all gods should be.

so ya basically inspekta/hector sucks, i hate him, and we should kill him with hammers. now. thank you 💖💖💖

[pachimation]

redrawing my very first chiscara comic/art i ever did for chscr day!!

old comic under the cut!!

lol a bunch of sappy semi serious stuff below bc i cant help but be a bit genuine about this ship today :’3

i cant possibly put into words how important this silly little ship and its community mean to me haha,,,, this comic was made in 2021 but i didnt really get serious about chscr until late 2022 after a bunch of pretty bad interpersonal stuff happened and i needed an outlet,, COINCIDENTALLY a certain someone was announced to be playable around then and i was already thought chscr was Pretty Neat™️ so i ended up diving headfirst into the ship. it also gave me a good excuse to work on more comics too!! i’d done a pretty big zhongven comic earlier that year in the summer, but in terms of lore there was only so much i could have worked with at the moment.

childe and scaramouche have that perfect combination of silliness and angst and violence that could be explored or expanded in so many ways and i love love love seeing other people’s interpretations of their dynamic and relationship. they’re so complex,,,,they’re narrative foils,,,they’re narrative parallels,,,they’re trans allegories,,,they’re flies in the spiderweb of the games lore,,,they’re my stupid little meow meows,,, they’re just two losers i want to see make out,,,

in a nutshell, they’re everything to me. well, i hope i get that kind of sentiment across in my own comics,,,,

and i cant get started on all the people ive met through chiscara or the way that having something i can call “my thing”, as in, the thing that i like and that i will spend a lot of time and effort (and money, but lets not talk about that) to surround myself with because it makes me smile. its stupid to say, but being a nerd about these two stupid guys who have never had a single canon onscreen interaction in some random game has made me a much happier and confident person that i could have ever imagined back in my freshman year of college,,, when i say i dont know who i’d be if i hadnt gotten into chiscara, i really do mean it lol

i’m actually surprised i’m making it to over a full year of regular-ishly making art, especially for the same game and ship! thats never happened before and my art has improved so much over this past year!! more than anything else, i’m happy! i get to be excited talking about these characters with my friends and i love to see art of them pop up on the tl. i make stickers of them and decorate my phonecase with them and have little figures of them in my room that i look at when im up late at night working on schoolwork. sometimes just the thought of finishing a comic or daydreaming about a scenario or seeing what my mutuals are up to are some of the few things getting me through a tough day.

,,,,so believe me when i say, to both childe and scara and to everyone else as obsessed with these pathic losers as i am, thank you! i’m having a lot of fun!!!

(also i just found out tumblrs copy/paste doesnt work on my ipad??? idk if this ends up legible i may or may not have deleted smth by accident and im not in a mood to proofread haha)

[1withestars]

🛸⋆☆˚.⋆ nct dream as high school students

sophomore year!dream

mark

the guy that sits in the middle of the class like middle middle

very chill (chill guy epitome)

turns in all his assignments mostly on time and gets A’s on all of them

BUSYYY he’s part of the student council (may or may not be president OR vp)

stays until school’s closing time; he’s either in his class or in the library

his desk is organized

listens to music 24/7 (headphones in allllll the time)

part of the basketball club but doesn’t compete (he’s too busy man)

everyone’s crush…

pen spins pen spins pen spins

renjun

spends his free time in the art room

sits closest to the door

is also part of the student council

his desk is messy but like the kind of full of books and stationary messy

fashion icon, best dressed

makes origami creations in class

he doesn’t really like wearing his glasses or contacts so he’s just squinting throughout lessons

falls asleep at his desk while working in the middle of the night

theatre kid (non-derogatory)

big ass water bottle he brings everyday and fills it in 2 period intervals

jeno

sits beside the wall in the middle-back-ish row

very smart jock

brings a quite large backpack but the only things in there are his laptop, some crumpled up assignments, his water bottle, gum, a single pen, and probably his airpods

stays up at night playing games so always end up being sleepy throughout the next day

sleeps in class and probably has a hoodie to use as a pillow

games in class on his phone

is always on his device whether it’s for taking notes or not

perfect scores in pe

hates the school lunch so he orders delivery food almost everyday. every other day, he doesn’t eat

comes late to school when he doesn’t feel like it

haechan

very popular but sorta annoying in a good way

flirts with everyone, especially with the guys

sits next to mark to annoy him

has a mountain of overdue assignments of subjects he doesn’t like and then (forcefully) speeds run those assignments before the teachers finalise the report card scores

is in the dance team

is also part of the school band

codes and learns coding for fun

most probably has beef with the most random people ever

always has snacks in hand and shares with the class

plays dti during breaks

jaemin

procrastinates but still gets his work done (does his work 30 mins before deadline)

dgaf but get straight a’s in each subject

very back, very corner

surprisingly outgoing despite his idgaf front

low profile and no one can seem to find his socials but the people who sees him irl fawns over him (he's so pretty omg)

at least a cup or two of coffee a day

spaces out a lot

airpods in during lecture, doesn’t bother covering it up though

eats in class

goes to the gym after school

chenle

in the basketball team

best friends with all his teachers

sits super close to the teacher’s desk

he’s probably in the music room playing the piano after school

submits assignments on time

bounces his leg at any given time

fidgets fidgets fidgets

either walks or rides his bicycle to school

hangs in the basketball court after school

never late to school

jisung

wears hoodies all the time even if it’s hot

sits at the back in the middle

also sleeps in class

is also in the dance team, he’s even assistant captain

asks chenle for help with his assignments

talks to himself quietly

holds his pencil/pen rather uniquely 

cannot sit still so he’s most definitely fidgeting or doing something during lectures

quiet™

his mom packs his lunches

back w another hc!! i love writing headcanons :)) if you've noticed any changes from my last post that i edited probably like 1000 times, i learned how to do the gradient text thing and im obsessed w it. have a great rest of your dayyyy (interactions are greatly appreciated!)

[cowbot-lumberjane]

2 weeks (ish) into my self imposed banishment and I wanted to make a more positive post to leave things on. Getting yourself out of the habit of using social media obsessively is hard! But very rewarding. Ive been finding ways to spend my time that don't make me feel angry and exhausted and it's been lovely. Ive packed quite a bit into 2 weeks (ISH) and im excited to do more! What I've done (so far) instead of being on this website:

Put over 20 gigglebites of music on my phone via soulseek (wow!)

Organize my desktop and files (so clean! so much space on my drives!)

Actually finished two video games! Klonoa: Door to Phantomile and a replay of Black Mesa. (Enjoying my hobbies is fun!)

Go to my local library to check out books and actually read them! (So fun! Go check out YOUR local library! Ive been getting graphic novels and comics made by queer authors/artists!)

Hang out with my friends more! (This one is up and down, we all live together so its kind of a "doing more social things in my house" type beat.)

Done an art trade! (shoutout to @cintailed for doodlin' up my now renamed fursona, Catherine!)

Here's my half of that btw!

Speaking of art! I've been doing art!

Look at this Tanuki version of my sona I made!

CUT MY OWN HAIR! (With the help of a friend but still!!)

Short hair Claire returns for fat girl spring!!!

Went to an overlook with my wife and friends! (We were doing some light rock climbing/hiking!)

We have another hike planned this week! We're gonna be at the bottom of a canyon!

There's some things I'm probably forgetting here and there, but I my point in posting this at all is to say, I'm okay! I'm doing good, I feel good most days, and I'm enjoying my newfound time. Who knows, maybe in a month or so I'll feel like coming back in moderation, but I've set up my itinerary to at least let me be gone for the spring and summer. I know I know, big shocker, logging off the hellsite gives you time to do other things. But it really has kind of surprised me how much more I feel like doing now that I've given myself the chance. Can't recommend it enough. You don't have to swear off the computer forever or anything, but for real, maybe give tumblr a break for a while.

See you when I see you! Go enjoy the spring every once and a while, for me, okay?