#I GOT WORDY

[attroxx]

❛ @mythcaels said . . . [ SEVEN ] for sender to be hurt trying to protect receiver which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge. / and of course, sasuke @ naruto ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋. after taking time to himself sasuke had finally returned to the village. and once again team seven were on the market for missions. it's their first mission together and naruto can't be happier. of course things had been a bit awkward and clunky at first but getting back into the groove of things didn't take long. they'd finally made it to the base, where the smugglers were hiding. an underground ring, selling chakra enhancers. it was scary buisness to say the least but nothing team seven can't handle.

then everything had went to shit. one minute they're silent, focused on the task at hand and the next kunai are flying toward them. they'd scattered and a battle ensued. naruto was standing steady, his shadow clones doing most of the work as he figured a strategy. but sasuke had saw something he hadn't. all at once he's dropping like a sack of rice to the grass, hitting with a loud thud. the forest goes silent and naruto blinks, having not registered what was happening. then he's bent over, knees hitting the grass. ' sasuke . . . sasuke !! '

red eyes flash to the man before him, hatred seeping through teary crimson. this wasn't how it was supposed to go, they were back together now. things were finally good !! he can hear kurama warning him to get ahold of himself but it's just like before . . . on that bridge when he'd faced orochimaru. or during their first mission against zabuza and haku. naruto holds sasuke's body close. he can sense his chakra, but it's faint.

❛ you . . . bastards !! ❜ suddenly, the world goes dark.

'you can kill me but don't you dare touch them.' meme. ― accepting.

[aarchimedes]

for context: I read the hobbit first over the course of two years when I was like 13, but I'm only now starting to read lotr. having a blast tho!

anyways, reblog if you feel like it 🙌🏻

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital redraw of the scene where chuuya shoots dazai in the shoulder. on the top of the drawing is chuuya holding a guy to dazai's head in the red and grey hallways of the prison. on the bottom of the drawing is dazai's pained face. the gunshot is shown stylistically as hectic lines behind his bloody shoulder. over the image is half a quote from goncharov that reads 'if we really were in love you wouldn't have missed.' the signature says dandelion-roots. end ID]

This quote from Goncharov (1973) in relation to soukoku has been haunting me from before I even got to that scene in the anime (the full thing is: Katya- Of course we're in love, that's why I tried to shoot you/ Goncharov- If we really were in love you wouldn't have missed). Violence as a tool for communicating emotions, especially love and hatred, especially love and hatred makes me go feral- how could I not think of the iconic quote that says that katya's miss was a sign of a lack of love/a fake love when chuuya didn't miss? Just... losing it over here.

[notaplaceofhonour]

[starry-bi-sky]

tales of the passerine - danny fenton being bruce wayne's first kid

okay okay. so this is like a continuation/elaboration of my oneshot/prompt i wrote about the idea that Danny was the first batkid. We have a lot of aus where he joins the family after the rest of the bats do, right? So hey! Lets shake things up a bit. Danny is the first to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Danny's parents and unfortunately Jazz die shortly after the events of TUE -- how so? I was gonna say an ecto-filter explosion, that would call back to the TUE explosion and trauma behind that. But lets do something new! Carbon-monoxide poisoning.

It's not too unexpected for something to break in the Fenton house, especially with the Fenton parents' questionable understanding of proper weapon handling and lab safety. The water heater broke from a stray shot by one of the weapons, and was promptly MacGyver'd incorrectly. Danny went to stay with Tucker for a guys' night, and came back to a dead silent house.

(Danny's neighbors got a very unfortunate shock when he ran to the next house over in hysterics.)

There was a lot of shuffling around with CPS, the police. People had to be called in to handle the equipment in the lab, and the GIW was rumoring to show up in aid to clearing the scene. When Danny heard of that, he immediately went and dismantled the ghost portal to the best of his abilities. He burned the physical blueprints of all his parents' inventions, their blueprints on the ghost portal, and their most dangerous weapons were destroyed beyond recognition. Anything to prevent the GIW from getting their hands on his parents' tech.

It opened up another investigation, but he was not under the list of suspects. He was placed in the care of Vlad Masters, where they then went back to the rebuilt castle mansion in Wisconsin. Danny, terrified of the future that has once passed and may do so again, shuts down in his grief. Inadvertently, he ends up somewhat repressing his ghost half. Something Vlad, who is grieving Madeline but relishing in Jack's demise and his custody of Daniel, is not very happy with.

Vlad's... gone into a bit of a mental health spiral. He's becoming increasingly possessive over Daniel, the final remnants of his friends and a liminal being like him. He doesn't like that Danny's repressing his ghost half -- both out of genuine concern as a ghost, but also because of his desire to control Danny and groom him into the perfect son. If you ever had a phase where you read Dark SBI found family fics, first off; me too bro, and second off; those are the vibes I'm thinking of.

Danny's mentally shut down from grief! And fear. He's dropped into a bad depressive state -- paralyzed with grief and the terror of the inevitable. Clockwork saved his parents because he believes in second chances, but what's the point of that when his family ended up dead anyways? Danny doesn't wanna believe that he's destined to become evil, and he's holding out onto that hope, but it's a thin line, and he feels utterly hopeless and trapped. He hasn't used his powers or ghost form since he trashed the lab, and Vlad has alarms set up to prevent him from trying to escape.

He's also unintentionally cut off Sam and Tucker -- both of whom are so scared and concerned for Danny too, and are trying their damndest to reach out to him. He keeps ignoring their texts. Danny basically haunts Vlad's manor. He goes out to eat if he has to, attends parties Vlad drags him to, and stays in his room all day if he can.

At parties, Vlad doesn't allow Danny to leave his side, or really talk to anyone -- not that Danny wants to. A product of Vlad's increasing possessiveness. Well, he almost doesn't let Danny leave his side. Danny has a habit of slipping off to hide somewhere for the parties whenever he can, and Vlad reluctantly allows it so long as he stays alone.

This becomes an advantage when eventually, Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after missing for years, and holds a bright charity ball to celebrate the return. Vlad has been chomping at the bits to get his hands on Wayne Industries, and with the return of its owner there is no better opportunity to wipe out his rival. He goes, and he as normal, brings Daniel with him.

Vlad thinks Wayne will bleed his little heart out for Daniel's poor orphan sob story -- he's a fellow orphan himself, after all. He's not wrong; Wayne's little heart will bleed, just not in the way that benefits him.

Bruce sees Vlad and Danny approaching before they're even close enough to introduce themselves - and like with many of the children he will soon come to care for, it's like someone set a mirror into the past right in front of him.

Danny Fenton's suit is tailor-made for him, and despite the fact that it's his perfect size, the sag in his shoulders, the ducked down head, and the way he hunches into himself all pictures the image of a child in shoes too big for him. There's a far away, glazed over look in his eyes and grief marble-cut into the lines of his face. There's not enough makeup in the world that will hide the dark circles under his eyes.

("My nephew, Daniel Fenton." Vlad's hands are possessive on Danny's shoulders. Bruce immediately notices the way the boy tenses under his touch. "His parents passed recently, and as his godfather I was designated his guardian.") ("I'm so sorry, the loss must've been terrible.") ("Yes, carbon-monoxide poisoning caused it. Daniel was out with friends, when he came home... they had already passed.") (Bruce immediately dislikes that Vlad shared the details of their death unprompted -- he likes it even less when Danny flinches at the reminder and hunches into himself.)

Danny runs off at some point earlier into the charity. At this point, parties are still being held at Wayne Manor (because iirc google search mentioned that was a thing at first before it was changed), so he disappears and hides in one of the empty rooms nearby. It just so happens to be the same room Bruce Wayne hides in when he needs a break from all of the socialization.

Thus begins a long, long process of trust. Bruce can't reveal his hand as being smarter than he looks, but he can be compassionate. Kindness needs no measure of intelligence. He keeps Danny company for as long as he can before he runs the risk of being found.

Rinse and repeat. Vlad insistently wants Wayne Industries, and he'll go to as many Wayne parties as he can to get his hooks into the man. The problem is that Bruce Wayne is never alone, and getting him alone is impossible. Finding him too. It's like the man never stops moving. Always talking to someone, always circling somewhere. He orbits around the room as if he isn't the sun of the Gotham Elite's solar system.

Danny's had such repetitive behavior that Vlad never thinks to believe that Bruce Wayne is disappearing to go talk to him. That "Vlad's" son is even interacting with him at all. Danny never gives him a reason to think so, and neither does Bruce.

Danny doesn't actually acknowledge Bruce until a handful of parties in, where he hands Bruce a small slip of paper he smuggled in that says; "don't trust Vlad". Danny's face stays carefully blank, but he's so tense that his hands are trembling, and he's purposely looking away from him. Bruce plasters a smile onto his face, slips the paper into his pocket, and tells him "okay".

(he's been busy with his own goals with the mafia, but he sets aside time to investigate Vlad Masters. He was holding off. Until now.)

Danny does eventually start speaking to Bruce, he's starting to really like the guy. He's starting to see a little hope, even as Vlad is starting to get more and more agitated with him the more he refuses to use his powers.

He reaches out to Sam and Tucker again, and starts trying to reconnect with them. Vlad has spyware on his phone, and he limits the amount of times he can talk to them. A weird parental control lock of some sort that leaves a time limit on how long he can talk to them for. 30 minutes. Danny doesn't tell them anything about Mr. Wayne.

Danny, slowly, wants out of here, and he's slowly gathering the motivation to do it. Vlad is genuinely scaring him -- and Danny wonders just how truthful the past-future Vlad was when he told him that Danny wanted his ghost half separate. He starts trying to come up with an escape plan.

Vlad has anti-ghost wards everywhere around the mansion, and while they're always on, they boost to full power at sunset. The doors and windows are always locked, all main exits have alarms set on them. The only reason it's not super extensive is because Danny hasn't tried leaving at all yet, so Vlad hasn't had to tighten anything.

At night, Vlad locks the door to his room and puts up an anti-ghost ward around the room. The mansion is on the outside westward side of Madison, more entrenched in rural Wisconsin. The closest town is a four-way stop sign with one house on three corners, and an open bar on the fourth. Not much to go.

He refuses to go to Sam and Tucker; Vlad would look there first. It's too dangerous. Vlad would sound alarm bells and have a manhunt looking for him, Danny can't risk going just anywhere. Too much risk of being found, sold out, or caught. There's really nowhere for him to hide.

Until there is. Bruce is telling Danny about the history of Wayne Manor, and says, as casually as saying the weather; "The manor has dozens of empty rooms, I'm sure Alfred wouldn't mind filling another one if he could." And quietly, hesitantly, Bruce places a careful hand on Danny's shoulder, unrestrictive and gentle; "He wouldn't mind getting one ready for you if you need one."

And there it is. There's his out.

Danny, just as quietly, replies; "I'll keep that in mind."

The ball starts rolling.

Now I've been trying to summarize this au as much as possible for length convenience, but Vlad has been steadily growing more and more controlling. More emotionally manipulative. More agitated at Danny for not using his powers.

He wants Wayne Industries under his thumb but he's been steadily growing more and more concerned with Danny. He's started grabbing him, yanking him around, shaking him; trying to goad him into using his powers. He gets angry when Danny doesn't react, or tells him he doesn't want to use his powers. He hasn't outright attacked him, but he's getting there. This has been happening over the time it takes for Bruce to indirectly offer Danny sanctuary at his home.

It all comes to a head when Vlad stops going to parties at all -- something Danny has to pretend he isn't upset about -- because Vlad doesn't want him around other people anymore. Vlad rarely goes now without him, and only leaves to go to a Wayne function or to handle something at VladCo.

Danny can't wait for Vlad to leave long enough to escape. So he leaves during the night of a big storm. Vlad's locked him in his room, but Danny doesn't bother trying to go for it; he goes to the alarmed window instead. Danny's been repressing his ghost half so long that he can't access his powers immediately anymore -- he can feel it, he knows its there, but he can't quite reach it.

He breaks the lock by hand.

Immediately the alarm goes off through the entire castle, filling the room with red, and he scrambles for the rope the Wisconsin Ghost left for him a few months back. Danny's already out and climbing down the side of the castle before Vlad even reaches his door -- the only good thing about the entire room being ghost-proof is that Vlad can't get in that way.

The rope ends before it reaches the bottom, and he's still twenty feet in the air. It won't kill him if he lands it right. Danny takes his chances, and drops. He breaks his ankle, but he survives.

And he fucking books it to the back garden. He hears Vlad shrieking over the thunder and rain.

I'll save the full experience for a future oneshot, but Danny makes it out into the nearby woods and forcibly experiences what it's like to be in a horror game, trying to hide from the thing that's hunting you. There's only one thing going through his mind; "i'm going to die"

I have this mental image for this scene. Very stereotypical horror imo. Where Danny is hiding behind a tree, with a hand over his mouth, and Vlad is a few feet away from him, glowing ominously red through the trees, trying to search for him.

Danny doesn't get away from this unscathed, but he does get away alive. That's all he could ask for. He gets away by getting his ghost half awakened long enough to transform into Phantom and fly to Gotham.

But he gets to Wayne Manor, he gets to Bruce. Or, at least, Alfred answers the door from his insistent pounding. Danny's just in tears and Alfred gets him in the living room, wrapped in a towel, with ice on his swollen leg before he has to step out and alert Bruce.

Bruce already breaks multiple traffic laws on a nightly basis. And that's just with the sheer existence of the batmobile itself, not including the speeding and military artillery attached. He breaks double the amount trying to speed back to the cave and get out of the suit.

Right off the bat: Bruce will know, at least before Dick enters the picture, about danny's powers. He'll figure out something considering the fact that Danny traveled from Wisconsin to New York in a single night. That'll be a bit of complicated affair, but I've already got something in mind.

Actually it'll probably be very soon after Danny joins the family, because Bruce tries to offer to fight for custody for Danny - the state Danny was in at arrival is clear enough evidence for a trial. But Danny immediately shuts it down, says it's not going to work and then Vlad will know Danny's with him and he won't be safe. He tells him that Vlad cannot know Danny was with Bruce.

Danny's biggest regret was not telling his parents he was a halfa, and while he doesn't want to tell mister wayne (yet), he does tell him about Vlad being one. He needs to know why Danny can't be seen with Bruce. So he tells him, and Danny's current plan is to just hide out from Vlad until he turns 18. That way, he has no more legal jurisdiction over him. After that? He's not sure.

And to wrap this up, since this has already gotten very long and I can make more posts about this au later; I've thought about it, and I'm going to say that Danny does become a vigilante before Dick enters the scene. He goes by, as you probably guessed; Nightingale. "Gale" for short.

[sassypantsjaxon]

My fault

[snoopyana]

say cheese.

“been a minute since we kicked it, you’ve been caught up.”

it’s easy to get caught up with life. accidentally leaving friends on delivered for weeks, forgetting plans that were made weeks in advance — like a movie night with a certain someone. it’s just easy to forget from time to time.

song eunseok. smut. close-friends dynamic. cw for head pushing towards the end!!

body melting into your couch, you were in darkness of your living room. limbs hanging off the furniture from practically throwing yourself into the cushions— but you were finally relaxed. recovering from the past week, it left you void of any energy — resulting in neglecting your friendships to stay one-hundred percent focused. in the midst of your intense workload, you always had that itching feeling that you were forgetting something important.

or someone important.

but you’d always push the thought to the side. until now, you laid motionless, the sound of cars speeding past your building and rain hitting the closed windows filling your ears while you tried to remember what it was you were forgetting. until your phone started to buzz and vibrate on the coffee table, breaking your train of thought before you reached an answer. your eyes flickered over to the device as it moved along the glass table — but in all honesty, you couldn’t be bothered to even twitch a finger in the device’s direction. so it continued to shake on the table — multiple times at that. whoever was calling must have been determined for an answer.

but you were determined to not pick up. the effects of lack of sleep overpowering your will to move. the string of calls stopped, letting your mind finally be at peace. but the buzzing was only to be replaced with the headache inducing sound of someones fist aggressively pounding on your front door. that, you simply couldn’t ignore. paired with the sound of your phone buzzing once again, you found what little strength you had to reach for your phone.

there was silence for a split second on the other end, before eunseoks voice came blaring through the speakers. “are you still at work?” he questioned, concern yet annoyance in his tone.

“no.”

“well can you open the door? i’ve been knocking for like 5 minutes.” knocking was a severe understatement. the very recent memory of him basically beating a hole into the wood but you chose not to comment on it. mumbling out a quick, “it’s unlocked already.” you remembered in the midst of you tiredly stumbling into your home, you forgot to lock the door. only now remembering that small detail when eunseok happened to ask. the line went dead and the sound of your apartment door swinging open, hitting the wall in the process, echoed through the quiet space.

his footsteps being the only indicator that he was inside, those same footsteps stopping in front of the couch that you laid in. flipping around to face him, all he could do was stare as you made an attempt to look up at his face, a throbbing pain behind your eyes causing you to shut them. the dim city lights leaking in from the windows that lined your walls gave eunseok just enough light to see your exhausted expression. “what are you doing?”

wrapped inside your decorative throw blanket, something you would criticize anyone else for doing, you then mumbled into the seats — “laying down.” coming out slightly more sarcastic than you intended, eunseok gripped onto his chest as if you just shot him. “ouch, could be a little nicer.” using the same energy that you accidentally gave him. leaning down, he lifted your head up to make room for his body to slide in. resting your head right onto his lap, eunseok let you settle again — debating whether he should mention the planned movie night. a night that you had planned.

ironic isn’t it?

five minutes went by painfully slow, not wanting to disturb your peace again. had being zoned out for that short time, he was brought to when the light taps of your fingertips hit his knee. shifting his attention back onto you, he hummed in response. “why are you here again?” eyes still glued shut, you couldn’t see the confused and somewhat offended look on his face. a pinch on your arm causing you to yelp and making your body jolt up — head whip in his direction, “what was that for!?”

“you forgot that you invited me over?? we were literally planning this like 3 weeks ago. i put all the food that you asked me to bring in the kitchen.” messaging the skin on your arm, it dawned on you. it was you who made the plans. your chest started to tighten up with guilty as he sat there looking back at you. “i did, didn’t i?”

nodding his head, eunseok had his arm propped up on the armrest, head in hand — waiting for you to get up and get to setting up. he spent a solid 20 dollars on gas and wasn’t about to let it go to waste. stuttering over your words, you were finally able to get out your next sentence — “let me take a shower first..” a nervous laugh followed soon after before you were up and scurrying around the home.

leaning back into the armrest, your legs were propped over his, pillows and blankets decorated the couch as the original heathers blasted on your living room tv for the third time that night. eunseok insisted on picking the movies since you forgot about it all together. having no choice but to listen to the man rant about how culturally relevant this film was. mouth full of candy, all you did was nod as the male blabbered like a teenage girl.

stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth, eunseok continued his mini rant. “and that’s why you shouldn’t try to be caption save-a-hoe.” glancing over at him with disgust on your face as he spoke whilst chewing. “seok, stop talking with your mouth full”. nagging at him, all he did was roll his eyes while you used the pad of your thumb to swipe away popcorn from his lip. reaching for the remote, he scrolled through the alarming amount of streaming services that you had to offer.

getting up from your seat, he whipped his head in your direction. blurting out a quick “where are you going?” before you could even make it to the hall. “to piss? if you’re gonna be such a cling, come with me.” your voice faded into the darkness of the hallway, dim light from the bathroom spreading over the walls before fading out again when you closed the door. once he was sure that you were inside, his attention was back onto finding a new movie. but he couldn’t help but think about if he actually followed you.

“would have done way more than just come with you. maybe even come in a different way.” mumbling to himself, eunseok popped a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth before settling on the silence of the lambs.

pulling at your pajama shorts, you made your way back into the living room. taking note to the movie that he picked out as you slid back into your spot. grabbing a fistful of skittles, you flung one at eunseoks’ head. causing the man to slowly turn in your direction. “really seok, silence of the lambs? are you gonna bite my face off like lector?” giggling at your own fairly bad joke, eunseok gave you a nasty side-eye before pinching at your exposed thighs under the blanket. “maybe i will,” leaning back into the cushions, his hand messaged the skin on your leg, but his eyes glued to the screen, “a lot less gore. a little more affectionate though.” his words floated in the air as the movie progressed. unsure what to say, you opted to say nothing. eating and keeping silent was your best bet.

during the runtime of the movie, you two had changed positions to get more comfortable. correction, for him to get more comfortable. complaining that his legs were falling asleep, eunseok wanted to lay down. resulting in you having to get up yet again. and unfortunately, the only way for you both to lay down was for you to lay in between his legs — head resting just below his chest, arms finding sanctuary on his thighs.

“don’t move too much, might get hard.” a laugh following afterwards, guess there’s a trend of bad jokes tonight. digging your nails into his thigh, his laughter was quickly replaced with winces of pain and half assed ‘sorry’s. releasing his skin from under your nail, you let yourself go limp, sinking further into his lap — but something was nudging on your lower back. too lazy to address it, your eyes fell onto the screen.

wait.. is this the heathers again?

with the film coming to an end, you couldn’t help but take note of how that thing on your back hadn’t gone away, if anything it just got bigger?? and eunseok shifting uncomfortably underneath you. unable to ignore it anymore, your hand ventured down. in your mind, it must have been the remote. as your fingers wrapping around the object, eunseok just so happened to suck in his breath.

craning to look back at him, puzzled by his sudden reaction. while you stared up at him, he stared down at you — a lazy smile on his face. “i told you i might get hard if you kept it up. don’t look at me like it’s my fault.” your mind finally got a grasp of what your hand was grasping. quickly pulling away, you were nonverbal from shock, maybe it was arousal — maybe it was both.

“you’re so gross??”

“i didn’t do anything! but you can do something and help me so we can finish this movie.” he was still carelessly sprawled out on your couch, legs parted just enough for you to sit straight-up between them. while you were now seated on your knees, the request, (or was it a demand), bounced around your mind. meeting his gaze, eunseok raised his eyebrows — hand placed onto his thigh as he waited for you to make your decision.

it’s not like it was your first time getting physical.

and just like that, your fingers where laced at the waistband of his sweats. tugging and pulling at the the fabric just enough for his dick to spring out. spitting in your hand, you gave eunseok a feq quick pumps with one hand while the other rested on his thigh. while your fingers worked wonders, eunseoks head hung off the armrest.

his body jolting when your body sank between his legs for the second time tonight, this time taking him into your mouth instead of using his body as a makeshift pillow. a desperate groan exiting his lips when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. “just like that, stay down for a moment..” and as if you didn’t hear him, eunseoks’ hand snaked down to grab a fistful of your hair — forcing your head down as he adjusted to the feeling.

of course he’s a pusher.

gagging around him, eunseok started to slowly fuck into your mouth— even though it was supposed to be a quick blow. he quickly got a little bit too into it , recklessly bobbing your head by the makeshift ponytail that he formed. hips lifting from off the couch as he continued to use your mouth. his moans mixing with the wet sucking coming from between his legs bounced off the walls, canceling out the sound of the television.

what was supposed to be playing away?

that doesn’t necessarily matter now. clawing at his torso, tears streamed down your face from the repeated assault on your throat. eyes tear filled from the aching sensation on your scalp from his overkill of a grip. “oh fuck, gonna swallow it all if i cum inside your mouth, yeah?” looking down at you, eunseok couldn’t help but reach for his phone with his freehand. snapping a few pictures before pushing your head all the way down. emptying all he had to give down your throat. keeping you down for just a second longer for good measure. wiping away the tears that stained your face, eunseok gently tapped your cheek. eyes flickering up to be met with his camera.

“say cheese.”

— hi lovebugs, yana here. it’s currently 3:11 AM and i started this at 3PM yesterday. but little me was determined to give you something i would be proud of. and this was supposed to be my eunseok bday post but clearly im a little late‼️ i hope the length makes up for the wait. now imma take my ass too bed, its so late and the music isn’t keeping me up anymore!! bye sweets!! 😋💗

[hajihiko]

Let me just say, I LOVE the way you draw Junko. She's like a mix between a haunted doll and a hollow scarecrow

Thank you shes increasingly fun to draw

Junko, the girl, alive and (physically) well

Junko, the body dead but too much of it remaining inside others to be gone, her ideals living beyond her years and becoming synonymous with her name, turning her into not a girl but an idea, the most unkillable thing

[moeblob]

As an attempt at a polite "going forward" comment...

I do not plan to draw for Three Houses or Hopes for a long while. I know a lot of my followers are from the past four years and I appreciate that you followed me at all! But if you are only interested in the art of those characters I wanted to be clear and say you can unfollow me at any point if what i draw no longer aligns with what you want to see.

I might draw for other FEs (like Heroes or 13/14/17) but I do not want to get involved with 3H any more. I do have other interests and across tumblr, twitter (now inactive), and sometimes on discord I've heard enough "I thought it was (FE3H character)".

This is not one person doing it and it is not simply one character being mistaken. I simply want to distance myself from 3H and have unfollowed a few people that reblog art of it because it just leaves a lingering bad taste in my mouth.

My ask box will continue to remain closed on this account for a little while longer which I apologize for. If you are okay with continuing to follow me but have something you would like me to tag as a warning please DM me for it! I do not want you to be uncomfortable if you want to stick around but I do not have the ask box open for a couple reasons currently.

Thank you very much for your time and I hope you can find artists who can provide art for topics you like.

[strawberryseeded]

I know that the general consensus is that Sukuna thinks Yuuji is boring asf & thats why he ignores him 24/7 (At least that's the impression i get, maybe im totally wrong fjhfhf), and like, Yeah. But i actually headcanon that the "ignoring" part started (and still mostly is) the other way around...? Like. Ok. Literally the second Sukuna understands that he's trapped inside Yuuji's body, that he can't get out, he starts YELLING at him inside his mind. Yuujis's response/reaction?: "Wow this dude sure is annoying" *goes on with his life*

At first Sukuna does try to at least pester Yuuji and the ppl around him by appearing on his skin and saying shit like "When i get out im gonna kill you all👍", but Yuuji straight up SLAPS him and never even answers to any of his threats nor talks to him directly, even talking about him to other people as if Sukuna isn't right there (the blatant disrespect hdgshshjs). The only instances the two of them talk are when Sukuna wants to talk to him; Yuuji just puts up with it. The sole time Yuuji adresses him first is when he asks Sukuna to help Junpei, and even tho Sukuna could have ignored him, he goes out of his way to tell Yuuji 2 go fuk himself (cuz Sukuna is... an asshole lolll).

Another example: At the end of the death paintings arc, Sukuna freaking. Just goes on and on mocking Yuuji and blaming him for what happened to Fushiguro's sister and the other curse's victims (srsly hes super annoying abt it) and the only thing Yuuji replies (and only because he believes it to be true so hes rly upset about it) is Shut up and Dont tell Fushiguro.

After that, during the Shibuya arc, right after killing Mahoraga, the last thing Sukuna does before losing control again is taunt Yuuji because he knows Yuuji will lose his fucking mind. But still, even in this instance and even though Sukuna is the one who caused all this destruction and suffering, Yuuji doesn't say anything back to him, not even to curse/insult him (i could go off on a whole tangent about why but that's not the point of this post).

In the culling game arc, when Angel says she wants to kill The Fallen, Sukuna brings Yuuji to his domain to prevent him from spilling the beans about who he is... and before he even opens his mouth Yuuji straight up says to him "even seeing your face makes me sick wdyw". Sukuna totally ignores this, obviously and goes Haha yeah anyways...

i cud go on lol.

Bottom line... Sure, Sukuna's called Yuuji boring & dull like 85746463636 million times but that's just him severely underestimating his strenght and talent at Jujutsu because Sukuna is a huge Jujutsu otaku BUT i think Sukuna was bored out of his mind inside Yuuji this whole time because Yuuji is the one who was always mercilessly ignoring him.

[cautionszz]

saw in your pinned that you take drawing requests and you should draw janecallieroxy...the yuri

this isn't very polished but here they are!!!

[entropyvoid]

Golden Hour (+ lineart below cut)

I took a picture of the lines for once and did some basic crappy photo editing on my phone, so you could probably print this out and use it as a coloring page or something if you so wish lol. Do with it what you will.

[radioiaci]

@a-hazbin-spider ⧐ [alone] or [drugged]? INJURY/HURT ASKS

A night spent in his tower is not altogether unusual. Both his private room and his tower are spaces of safety and privacy - both inaccessible by any other than Niffty who is the singular exception. He expects it to be sometime in the dawn hours when he re-awakens from needed and alcohol-induced sleep, standing to stretch and redirect his gaze out of the large, expansive windows-

To catch a glimpse of Angel Dust who seems to be returning from a night of... whatever he gets up to. Alastor has heard things here and there, but has not bothered to invest more than a cursory consideration as to what the other Sinner spends his time doing. But at the moment, it is less that topic that interests him and more so the fact that it seems as though Angel Dust is grasping onto himself as though he is in pain, hobbling into the front doors to presumably slip inside while the remaining residents are still well within the confines of sleep.

Interesting.

A brief moment is spared in dressing himself appropriately and putting his hair back to rights from its unkempt state before Alastor is slipping into the shadows, using the method of transportation to course through the halls of the hotel and seek out wherever Angel Dust has decided to hole up. One assumes his room, if he's made it that far. But Alastor is not so sure.

He can smell the distinct tang of blood somewhere - and he realizes that there are speckles of it along the carpet. Hard to see, but easy for his own sense of smell to detect.

Temptation draws him closer to where the other sinner is in pursuit of both curiosity and a distinct hunger, his eyes fixated on that light pink expanse of hair when Alastor finally spies him.

"Not being very subtle, leaving a trail to your whereabouts," he says aloud, though the radio demon is kind enough to not shout it out for the remainder of the hotel to hear.

His teasing is mercifully kept just between they two. For now.

[josephtrohman]

Joe reaches above his head, pushing onto his toes, to put a clean frying pan on the top shelf, pulling his t-shirt up with the motion. There’s a flash of the dimples near Joe’s spine, at the small of his back—an unnecessarily sexy part of him, in Patrick’s opinion—holding Patrick’s attention. Patrick feels pulled to him from across the kitchen, unconsciously, fingers curling over hip bones, thumbs holding the hem of Joe’s shirt out of the way to get an eye full. He stares with wide, yearning eyes... Or: Patrick catches a glimpse of Joe’s back dimples, and he has to act up about it. Naturally.

top patrick/bottom joe nation i wrote a little bit of married/domestic flavoured smut inspired by joe's back dimples, hope u enjoy <3

[cheekinpermission]

hello! I was just wondering, do you have any advice for getting so many gems in Twst? Also thank you for your wonderful art, I enjoy looking forward to see what you draw next :D

Buy them

Just kidding! I've only made one purchase for TWST. It was less than $10 and was way back in the beginning for some kind of deal or something.

My 16k gem stash is the product of two years of grinding and selective pulls. I really wish I could say I had some kind of hack but that's really it. I'll talk about how I approach spending resources in the game, though, if anyone finds that useful.

As per usual, I ramble so it'll be under the cut!

1. Pick a favorite character

HEAR ME OUT I KNOW ITS HARD BECAUSE ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE GREAT! But it helps a lot if you're limiting who you're willing to pull for instead of every pretty card that comes out.

Personally, Riddle is my favorite (+ Grim but he's not really a concern card wise) so I'm committed to getting all of his cards. I'd really hate if I couldn't get one of his cards that I really want because I spent my keys / gems on a card that I only kind of wanted. So that's something to think about if it helps keep things in perspective.

All my Riddles!! (I definitely don't have a favorite Riddle shhh)

For example, I absolutely love Ortho's Fairy Gala card. I think it's one of the prettiest in the game! But I didn't pull for it because Ortho isn't a favorite character of mine.

It works the opposite, too. Kalim, Vil, and Ruggie are among my favorites but I've passed on a lot of their cards for one reason or another. I passed on Tsum Kalim because I didn't like the groovy, I passed on Silk Adorned Vil because I didn't like that it didn't have an attached vignette, and I passed on Camp Vargas Ruggie because I didn't like the event itself. While I really love these characters, I'm picky about which ones I'll pull so I don't miss out on a better one later.

For characters that I like quite a bit (top 5 ish), I'll use their free ten set you get on their birthday to try and pull for them. If I don't get them within those ten pulls, I accept it and move on.

I also want to say that this method has allowed to me to get pretty much every card that I've actually wanted. I can even pull for characters that aren't among my favorites (e.g. Idia who has THE BEST SSRS FOR SOME REASON??) and still have a big gem safety net.

I don't pull super often, I don't think, but I've gotten everything I've wanted so I think it's a fair trade-off.

Given my gem stash, you might be able to get away with collecting for a dorm but it'd have to be one of the tiny ones (Scarabia would be excellent because Jamil has almost no SSRs rip)

2. Plan ahead of time using JP TWST events

One of the biggest advantages of JP TWST releasing events way before Eng TWST is that we know what's coming ahead of time so we can plan accordingly. Obviously, this won't work if you're trying to save gems on the Japanese server.

You'll have to be okay with spoilers for the English server, too. At least enough to know if a character you like is in the event. I like to look at the card art and groovies, personally, as those will influence my decision if I'm on the fence.

SPOILERS FOR JP TWST EVENTS

I know which cards that I need to save for in the future:

Riddle’s Swimear SR

Ruggie’s Clubwear SSR

Rollo's SSR (pending available keys)

Riddle's Bloomquet SSR

Vil's Luxe Couture SSR

Vil and Malleus's Tsum SSR (pending groovies)

While we don't have a definitive schedule for a lot of these, a lot of them you can kind of guess.

For example, Riddle's Swimwear SR is part of Stitch's event which seems pretty summer-y to me. It'll likely come out in June or July of this year. Clubwear cards come relatively quickly so I'm anticipating Ruggie's Clubwear SSR fairly soon, too. Gotta make sure I'm saving right now for those bad boys.

Rollo and Riddle will probably come around the same time (Aug-Nov) so I've got a bit of time to build up my collection of keys again.

The others just got released in Japan so they'll take awhile before they reach us and I'm not too worried about them just yet.

SPOILERS DONE!

I think of it like going to the grocery store with a shopping list. Stick to the list and you know you can't overspend!

3. Don't pull for dorm cards

"That's easy for you to say, Cheekin. Riddle is your favorite character and you can get his dorm card for free at the beginning of the game!!"

Why, yes. Yes, you can. Thanks, Riddle!

(Ngl I might've caved and done it for Riddle but ONLY Riddle because he's my fave :D)

Now that all of the dorm uniforms have been released, dorm showcases aren't really a thing but in the event that they do a re-run I would avoid spending keys / gems on them. Same goes for the standard show case. Neither are worth it, IMO.

Dorm uniform cards will always be in the SSR pool regardless of the event, so I think it's better to just take your chances and collect them slowly overtime. Of course, the odds of getting the one you want aren't super high but you'll amass quite a few dorm cards just by pulling for event cards anyways. You're bound to get one you like eventually.

For reference, I've gotten Dorm Idia, Ortho, Vil, Jamil THREE TIMES, Kalim, Azul, Ruggie, Jack, Trey TWICE and Deuce TWICE as a byproduct of pulling for event cards. I wasn't trying to get them but they're here now and I love them for it <3

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And that's about it! Nothing too groundbreaking. The biggest thing is knowing when to stop. Sometimes when I'm on that gacha grind high and I want to pull just cause it's been awhile since I've gotten an SSR, I'll tell myself to do it later because 99% of the time I'll just forget and it'll never happen!

I have been burned by too many gacha games in the past that I refuse to let it happen to me again in TWST (cough Obey Me COUGH)

Here are all my SSRs so you can judge for yourself how effective it is. (Or if its worth it)

I genuinely have no clue what the average number of SSR's a player who has been playing for over 2 years like me has, but I'm comfortable with what I've got. I've gotten all the cards I've wanted and most of the cards I was interested in so I think it's worth it.

tldr: be selective about your pulling, plan ahead, and resist the urge to pull constantly

Thank you for your kind words about my art!! (And if anyone got to the end of all this WORD VOMIT thanks for listening! Reading. Whatever.)

[cometrose]

one of my favorite things about zhongli is that he doesn’t shut up like i know we like to compare him to neuvillette and alhaitham but zhongli is like inverse of their signature traits. social awkwardness? quiet and reserved? zhongli does not care he will talk like he understands liyue’s social customs very well he just does what he wants. like yeah he’s calm and reserved but he’s not quiet and he enjoys socializing with humans like it’s one of his favorite things to do. the people of liyue describe as someone who is a little odd but very helpful and knowledgeable so he understands people and he seems pretty good at reading their intentions and behaviors so yeah he’s weird but he’s very popular cause he’s always doing shit

tldr zhongli is a yapper he will talk about anything and everything if you give him a chance he does not care if it’s weird or socially unconventional