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[puhpandas]

victorian vanny

[flibbertigibbety-jibber-jabber]

your midnight burger art is actively saving my life btw

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!!!! THIS MADE MY WEEK OMG I gathered up some stuff just for u xoxo

First three I just wasn't happy with and the rest r some sketches and such for fun

[shoyostar]

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[ ARCHIVING! ]

hi hii so,,, after a lot of thought and contemplating i think it’d be best for me to archive this blog </3

i came to tumblr nearly a year ago and it’s been fun but now i’m drained + uninspired, n i js have so much stress n negative emotions associated w this blog that now its time to leave and maybe start anew ?

who knows! :>

i’ve gone back and forth with if i should delete my works here or not bcs ik lots of people love them but they’ve js been a constant bad reminder to me and i’m not proud of most of them anymore :<< but as of rn i’ll be leaving them + this blog up!!

(may change in the future but i’m scared of the deact button LOL)

js kinda being on here stresses me out and its no longer fun so i hope that by doing this i can have some peace + you still get to read my old stuff :3

i started this blog js before my first year of uni and i never expected to stay this long on tumblr honestly,, like i was js gonna post a bit for fun n delete my acc LOL but i’m vv thankful for the almost 2k of you who stuck around and enjoyed my writing ^_^

youre all vv sweet n i wish i couldve provided more writing on here for yall to read before archiving this blog TvT i feel like i have nothing here honestly LOL

if my blog does deact, i may repost my fics on my new blog but for now i js wanna be lwk on here and not have to worry abt updating so many series at the same time (so sorry to all dfh, vbs, loveholic ++ all other fans of my ongoing series :<< the stress to write and update is too much for me to handle 😞)

please take care of yourselves and i hope to catch you again someday if you find me !! :3

bye bye!

[nono-uwu]

My brain might just be slightly melted after an entire week of being sick but like. I'm legit the shit. I DESERVE more recognition for lowkey carrying this fandom on my back for uhhhh at least 1 entire year now.

I'm tired if being humble about my ideas, I KNOW I have good ideas and good observations and what I write may be a little amateurish and scatterbrained but it's valid and makes good arguments. My oc's ARE self indulgent and a little out there but they work. If Kagami can do whatever tf he's doing with ons, I can work my oc's into it and NO ONE, not even my raging anxiety, can stop me.

I'm also very handsome and attractive.

Anyone who finds me or my ideas/art annoying or stupid can eat dirt and then choke on my massive (metaphorical) balls

Hashtag self love

Edit: FUCK IT the main tags shall witness and acknowledge my glory, if you wanna get rid of me block me <3

[eunashhimejoshi]

| “ hey, never forget my face, the fact that I remain 🌺

| ah, how 'bout a movie date? let's go there tomorrow, okay ? ” 🎉

( gettin dese ouytt cus theyr kinda old!!! but it ok!!!! )

hii block tales ocs |˶^ᵕ^)ﾉﾞ( red [nikko] by mee, blue [razzle] by @woawoaaophee ! )

MORE BLOCKTALES OCS?? but!!! middle aged yuri HALLELUJAH! ( red [guesty] by mee again, yellow [noobelle] by ophee,,, again !! ) nikkos parents c:

[lluvioscatniptea]

Took a screenshot of a murder drones roleplay shot with N :3

(I was roleplaying angst if you’re wondering why he’s violent lol)

Anyway yeah (I did not draw this yet I’m just putting this here so I remember to)

[that-handsome-rogue]

Hallo Herr Spy!!! I have made Rote Grütze for the summer. You should come try some!

Bonjour, Doctor. That is something I’ve yet to try!

When did you have time to make it? I remember seeing you in your little lab all day… you didn’t make it there, did you?

[mammomlette]

WIP of one of my MCs I’ll never finish because it was just a rendering test and I found out that I HATE rendering !!

[ghastigiggles]

a test of endurance

i got an ask that inspired me and went a little insane. So more Furina content! this is actually a little more of a personal piece too (haha put too much of my experience in the fic, whhhhhoops) but i hope its something other people can also indentify with!

no explicit ships but my bias is... visible.

obligatory disclaimer; this is a sfw tickle fic meant to be consumed by all ages, nothing nsfw is intended or implied o7 - also, more heavy Fontaine 4.2 spoilers, would reccomend having completed the Archon Quests up to the end of 4.2 & potentially Furina's personal quest before reading.

It was the 40th year into her godhood when the concept was introduced to her for the first time.

It was around 10:14 in the morning. She had finished her cake, and stood before her usual mirror as the tailor came in. While most of her wardrobe had been premade designs up to this point, the Archon wanted – and deserved, of course – the latest in fashion, tailor-made to her tastes. Hence the commission. 

“You’re early,” She’d chirped brightly. And the woman, chuckling, nodded, giving an awkward little bow around the massive bag she carried.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to risk being late for our esteemed Lady of Justice!”

“Very good! Early is on time, as they say! I actually value punctuality quite a bit, you know.”

“Then I am glad to be of full service to my Archon. Shall we?”

With all other staff quickly shooed from the room, Furina stripped down to her base layer – a simple undershirt and underwear – and stood more than a little awkwardly before the mirror, very suddenly hesitant to have another person see the closest thing to her truest self. She cast the tailor a look, smiling nervously.

“... Ahh… Are you quite sure we couldn’t have done this with the clothes on?”

“Please, Lady Furina, be at ease! We’re just taking measurements – wouldn’t be able to do that accurately with all the layers in the way. I promise not to judge you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No – no, not at all! Forgive me, I’m just… Unused to this, is all.”

She watched in the mirror as the tailor procured a measuring tape from her oversized bag of wonders, approaching her from behind and offering a comforting pat on the shoulder and smile.

“I understand. It can’t be too often that a mortal personally measures an Archon! Just relax – it shouldn’t take long at all. Hold your arms out like this, would you?”

Furina mimicked her T-pose, staring at herself incredulously in the mirror, and the tailor chuckled at her expression, starting with measuring her height. And, to her credit, Furina found herself at ease as the woman made small talk about a recent court case they’d both sat in on.

It went south when the measuring tape was wrapped around her waist, and the tailor pressed her thumb a little too sharply into Furina’s side, sending an utter jolt up through her entire body that caused her arms to fly down and undignified squawk to leave her lips.

“Ah… My apologies, Lady Furina, did I hurt you?”

“N-no! I don’t… Think so?” The sensation certainly hadn’t been pain, but it wasn’t necessarily pleasurable, either – so… “What… Was that?”

She slowly lifted her arms, and the tailor tilted her head. She seemed to weigh something in her mind before giving the Archon’s side another experimental pinch, making her fold slightly with yet another jarring noise.

“Aie! S - stop that!”

“I see… Please forgive me, Lady Furina, I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

11:04, in the springtime of her 40th year. The first time the word hit her ears. The first time it made her gut fizzle and her face heat up, puzzling her to no end.

“... Ticklish? What… What is that?” 

“Oh, I suppose it would be foreign to an Archon, huh…” The tailor blinked, then laughed softly, pulling her hands back so that Furina could relax; “It’s described as a sensation between pleasure and pain. Usually, people use it as a bonding method when they’re rough-housing. Most people dislike it, though.”

“... Oh.”

That… Really explained very little, if she was honest, but she felt embarrassed enough without reopening that can of worms. Besides, she was much more preoccupied with the tailor lifting her measuring tape to pick up where they left off. Just the possibility made her reflexively clamp her arms down again, her face burning, and the tailor laughed.

“Rest assured, Lady Furina, I’ll be more careful this time! It won’t happen again.”

“R-right… On with it, then…”

She managed to pull her arms back up again, and though she flinched preemptively as the tape went around her waist, the expected sensation never came, and the rest of their business went on as normal.

Yet, as the door closed behind the tailor, Furina grappled with a sense of disappointment and confusion, glancing back at herself in the mirror for an answer that didn’t come.

-

It was 2:45 pm on her 234th year. She was in the secret study, books scattered around her, and her nose buried in a dictionary, of all things.

It was possible, perhaps, that a solution could be found even in such an unlikely place. Desperation and futility drove her to search in odder and odder forms for even a sliver of hope – though, admittedly, by now she’d allowed herself to get distracted learning several words she’d never heard before, saying them out loud to herself and trying to find ways to work them into everyday vocabulary.

And that was when she flipped the page and saw it.

tickle verb tick·​le ˈti-kəl  tickled; tickling ˈti-k(ə-)liŋ  1: to touch (a body part, a person, etc.) lightly so as to excite the surface nerves and cause uneasiness, laughter, or spasmodic movements 2: to excite or stir up agreeably; to provoke to laughter or merriment  they were tickled by the clown's antics. 3: to touch or stir gently a pianist tickling the ivories.

Of course, all variations of the word were there, and Furina felt her heart stop for a solid moment, fixated on the page. She didn’t quite understand why even reading the definition of the word made her stomach do flustering, wanting flips, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

The blood rushing in her ears must’ve deafened her, too, because she didn’t notice her assistant in the room until he hesitantly tapped her shoulder, making her jump and slam the book shut, her face flushed and burning with embarrassment as she whipped to face him.

“What?! What! Have you forgotten how to knock?!”

“I-I did, Lady Furina, multiple times! I spoke your name, too, but to no response! Forgive me for startling you, it was not my intention!”

She released a soft breath at the man’s terrified and apologetic look, pausing to rub her temples and gather her wits.

“I… See. I apologize for snapping at you. Any updates?”

“N-no, Lady Furina. I just came to tell you that the teams are turning in for the day. The search was fruitless again.”

“Understood. Thank you for keeping me in the loop.”

The man gave a terse nod, and Furina watched him go for a moment before speaking up again, making him freeze.

“By the by… How much did you see?”

“... I saw nothing, Lady Furina.”

“Good. You’re dismissed!”

His shoulders slumped with relief, and he hurried out of the room. Furina waited until she heard the door close down the hall before she slumped down herself, with defeat and exhaustion rather than relief.

She really had to get the idea out of her head.

–

It was 5:45 in the evening, in the winter of her 300th year exactly, when she weighed her options.

Sitting on Neuvilette’s desk, today, she flipped through old case files with him, hardly focused on the words on the page – she knew the damned things by heart at this point, anyway, and she was sure he did too. This was all routine, and all they were really supposed to do was look at the dates and decide which cases could he safely archived and vaulted, and which should stay accessible. Yet, it had been a fun trip down memory lane for the both of them, recalling absurdities and tragedies during the court cases that brought them nostalgia.

The Iudex was the closest thing Furina had to a friend, in her opinion. He was a rock that she could cling to, for better or worse, which made the lying she had to do sting so much more… She could only hope moments like this more than made up for it.

Which brought her to her current internal struggle.

The concept of tickling had been weighing on her mind again. More than once, when these moods struck her, she had tried tickling herself, using makeup brushes and fallen feathers from various accessories to scratch the itch, as it were – yet, if anything, she only grew itchier.

She had profited, relatively recently, from a one-on-one with one of her nation’s independent researchers, when they requested an audience. It just so happened that they had a little interest in the topic on a scientific level, and were more than happy to share details with their curious Archon – confirming, among many other things, that she could not do it to herself.

A pity. But a truth that now led her to her conundrum; would it be weird to get Neuvillette to do it?

Furina thought they were close. It should be fine. And yet – what if he thought less of her for being curious, or, Celestia forbid, liking it? He would never tell the people, but if he ended up disgusted, she would never be able to look him in the eye again.

Yet, on the other hand… He was always tolerant of her drama and antics, and she’d certainly known him long enough to recognize when he was hiding a smile. Maybe he’d like it, too, and they’d have something more to bond over? Or, at the very least, he’d be tolerant and understanding of it.

“Lady Furina, are you quite alright? You’ve been staring at the same page for awhile.”

His voice cut through her thoughts and made her jump, blushing lightly as she side-eyed him. He wasn’t even looking at her, flipping a page in his own file while she cleared her throat and laughed, theatrical as ever.

“But of course! I was just reminiscing on all of these cases! It is great fun to revisit them, from time to time.”

“Hmm.”

He seemed content enough with that answer. Furina stared at him for a moment, her smile falling as she returned to her quandary for the briefest of moments – and decided to commit, stretching her arms up over her head with a dramatic groan.

“Ugh, but sitting here for so long makes one so stiff!”

“You’re welcome to walk around the office to stretch your limbs for a moment, if you’d like.”

Still, Neuvillette hadn’t looked up, and she dropped her arms, swallowing a sigh. She kicked her legs for a moment, looking around for some other way to hint him towards what she wanted. Her gaze settled on the stack of closed files across the desk from her, just barely out of reach, and she smiled, snapping her current case shut and reaching across the desk before him, grunting theatrically with the effort of her stretch.

Neuvillette, finally, looked up from the page – and sighed, taking the file from Furina’s hand and adding it to the pile for her.

“If you need help, just say so.”

“Oh… Thanks…”

She drew her hand back into herself and wilted a bit, the disappointment eating at her. Neuvillette stared at her for a moment before humming, shutting his own file.

“Is… Something wrong?”

“Ah – n-no, no! Nothing at all!”

Furina forced a smile, perking herself back up stiffly, and Neuvillette tilted his head a little, his own expression carefully neutral.

“Are you sure? If there’s anything I can do, you need only ask.”

She felt heat rush to her face at the simple notion of verbalizing her request. Somehow, the idea made her throat feel tight, and the flight instinct kicked in as she hopped off the desk, shaking her head.

“No no no! There’s nothing wrong, I’m just… Hungry! Are you hungry? I’ll fetch us a cake, and we can take a break! Be right back!”

Leaving no room for Neuvillette to get a word in edgewise, she turned and hurried out the room, her cheeks hot and heart hammering.

Neuvillette, for his part, simply watched her go with a faint smile and a sigh, shaking his head. 

“One day…”

–

Why are her nails so long.

It was 1:13 pm in the early spring of her 499th year when she met with Arlecchino for their usual tea, and the first time that she had noticed the Harbinger’s – let’s face it, claws – practically pierced through her gloves. 

Furina shoveled cake into her mouth, already fuelled by nervousness, but the nails drumming against the surface of the table across from her only added new butterflies to the mix. Arlecchino prattled on about something or another, but Furina had long since stopped listening, plagued by unbidden fantasies.

For example, feeling those nails scratching ruthlessly at her underarms. Or having her blouse unbuttoned so that they could trace the expanse of her stomach uninhibited. Or having her leg be seized and the back of her knee tormented by the spidering claws. Or –

“ – Don’t you think so, Lady Furina?”

“... Huh?”

She blinked, her face flushing as she realized she hadn’t been listening at all. Arlecchino sighed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Honestly, you’re more distracted than usual, today. What are you so hung up on?”

“A-aaahhh, nothing! Nothing at all,” She giggled nervously, trying and failing to recover from the blunder; “I’m just… Still excited! For the magic show tonight!”

“Ah… Well, it does give me heart to hear that my children have the Archon’s attention. I hope their wellbeing has her heart, too.”

Arlecchino’s motivated stare made Furina stiffen, and she offered a tight-lipped smile, nodding furtively.

“Of course, of course! The wellbeing of my people is always my priority. That being said, I think we should call it here, so I have time to get ready.”

“As you wish. It’s been a pleasure, as always.”

They shared a tense nod, and Furina stood up first, stiffly walking out of the room as Arlecchino’s nails haunted her thoughts on the way out.

I’m going to go insane.

–

“What time is it?”

“Hmm… 9:52, I think.”

“Okay… Okay.”

It was 9:52 pm in the early autumn of her 500th year when it finally, finally happened.

“You remember the rules?”

“Ugh… Yes.”

“And you remember the safewords?”

“Dendro, Geo, Pyro.”

“Good girl. Are you ready?”

In her bed, in her humble apartment, Furina was no longer an Archon, and Navia was no longer her enemy; rather, the young woman straddled her waist all-too-comfortably, keeping Furina’s body pinned to the bed. The ex-primadonna herself grasped the headboard desperately to keep herself under control, her skin already buzzing with anticipation.

“Oh my god, yes, just do it already!”

“Ask nicely…”

“Navia!”

Navia laughed, endlessly amused by how flustered and on edge Furina was, and finally lifted her hands, forming claws with her fingers. She feinted a lunge, and Furina flinched, but kept her arms up, her knuckles going white as her arms shook and she whined.

“C-come onnn, haven’t I already waited long enough?!”

“Okay, okay… You’re right.”

Sticking out her tongue, Navia lunged again – but, this time, she grasped Furina’s sides and squeezed repeatedly, and Furina practically shrieked, her arms already flying down to uselessly clamp over her assailants hands.

“Oh, you’ve already lost,” Navia tutted, anything but disappointed; “Guess that means you have to take the punishment.”

“Khheehee – you’re so meheehee – mehEHEAAN TO ME!”

Furina cackled, throwing her head back and kicking uselessly as Navia slipped her hands under her nightshirt and scribbled across her skin with her own manicured nails, giggling right along.

“I know. And you love it.”

And, of course, Navia was right; she really did.

The wait was worth it.

[puhpandas]

happy 1 year anniversary to my fic wormwood :)

[planet-crait]

I feel like I’m like the one one who feels this way and people may hate me for having this opinion but I’ll share my thoughts anyways. If you haven’t seen Apology Tour and don’t want to be spoiled please do not read below the cut.

One thing I was previously was concerned about happening in Apology Tour was Stolas going on stage to sing to all of Hell how terrible Blitz is….and while Verosika certainly pressured him…he still in the end got on stage and sang about Blitz and ending with he sucks. And the whole setup is far worse than I initially thought. Verosika is throwing a party devoted to how terrible a person Blitz is and….sorry Verosika fans but that is so beyond fucked up of her.

I’m not saying she can hurt but throwing a party devoted to hating Blitz is toxic as ever loving fuck. And the show does not seem to want to address this, instead focusing on making her only the sad uwu victim of Blitz who is the worst and totes deserves this emotional beatdown, which has gotten to the point of being viscerally uncomfortable to watch.

The show wants us to see Blitz is someone who has screwed up and needs to improve. Thats not a problem, thats fine and interesting even! But we’ve long since been there with Blitz. He screwed up with Fizz with Barbie and Verosika. He hurt them, and even if with Fizz (and likely Barbie) is was an accident he still hurt them, and with Verosika their relationship was seemingly originally a situation where they both fucked up big time that caused such anger towards each other. And it worked great. Verosika doing something bad doesn’t make what Blitz did okay and vice versa. But the show seems so determined to show Blitz “ruins lives” they swung into comically unrealistic portrayal of this.

Does the show really expect me to believe Blitz has left so many broken hearts a large mansion can be filled up every year? While also insisting since last year Stolas is the only new ex? While also having only shown Blitz hurting Verosika and Stolas at said insanely full party. It just does t work. It’s a very bizarre choice, especially since it could so easily be worked around to still, you know work? Stolas talks to himself about how crazy the party is, just have the person who overheard Stolas mention that most everyone their is their for Verosika and they do all the hate Blitz stuff because she’s famous and they want to enjoy the party with her or even Blitz is a great stand is for their own ex’s that hurt them. There can still be partners Blitz hurt in the past but it would bring it back to a far more believable realm if most of the party goers just want to hang out with Verosika. It could still work to really push Blitz towards a breakdown that seems to be coming because as someone with massive self hatred issues he would still look at this party and think “wow I’m such a piece of shit people I don’t even know hate me for existing” or something like that.

Focusing on Stolas for a second, my other fear I didn’t properly express also seems to be happening in that the show seems to be trying to retcon Stolas’s mistakes regarding Blitz. Blitz mentions that Stolas looks down on Blitz and Stolas asks when has he ever looked down on Blitz and Blitz….doesn’t call out for example Stolas calling Blitz his “impish little plaything”, it’s just brushed right past as if it never happened which has me worried a lot of this stuff is being actively retconned which again takes away a lot of the interest of a story of two people who care but both fuck up because of their past traumas and instead wants to make it so only Blitz is a bad person and only Blitz screws up and Blitz is responsible for every bad thing happening.

Back to the party, the show wants us to believe Stolas loves Blitz but he still goes to a party all about hating Blitz, sings a song about him and hooks up with the first person who seems interested. From Blitz’s perspective I don’t see how he can believe Stolas loves and cares about him when he does things like this, to me the only thing it does is further confirm to Blitz that he doesn’t matter to Stolas, that he’s just an object to be bought as uses and discarded when they’re bored. And it’s gotten to the point where I think the torture and punishments being pushed onto Blitz is becoming cruel with no end in sight.

[askthel0callamb]

greek mythology. what do you think of it. whos your favorite god.

🪙—

"I was never really into it.. but some of the stories sounded cool! Always had a fascination with Kronos.. or- well.. the God of Time, right? Is that what it is—"

"Anyways, as previously stated, I always found that story cool! I feel kinda bad for the kids.. it must've been terrifying for them. But that's just how it goes, I guess.. time eats all his children in the end, right?"

[ hi-ya!! I. Used to have a major hyperfixation on greek mythology. I was flabbergasted seeing all the greek mythology references in rtc,, ty for asking!! ^_^ ]

[ne0nlightzz]

hai sillly :) u sent aaa req 2 my agere blog (@/pixxiecup) a few days ago and i was wondering if u could resend it . i deleted it because atm i was upset but i decided it would be a good way 2 maybe INSPIREEEE me.

if you forgot what it was dw thats okay too /gen

Hii! Answering this from my main(I think I can only answer this from here anyway...3:30am brain isn't working-) but I'm sorry I just saw this! I'm sorry ya were upset, I hope ya are doing better now!/gen

Also, I hate to say it but I have no clue what it was, my memory is awful honestly- but I hope you get some inspo and are doin well!!

(Also, just lil what I consider mandatory on my part reminder to please remember to stay hydrated n to take care of yourself and to remember that ya are loved n worth sm/p/lh<33)

[parparparfait]

saw my mutual do it nn thought ill give it a go this yr...

[f0rtuned]

Hi ! It's the anon who asked about the duo stimboard, just wanna say it's alright !! The way I typed that ask does seem confusing anyway, oops, sorry about that !

Anyway can I get a duo stimboard for Plasma B Cell and Memory B Cell from Cells at Work! with themes of books/ library, microbes, and maybe general blue and purple theme? Sorry if it's too much (or too little ) and thanks !

Plasma B Cell & Memory B cell stimboard for anon!

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[that-handsome-rogue]

It's a beautiful evening. Everyone is enjoying their off time at the base. Some are playing cars with a bottle of beer, others are playing chess. The radio is playing the latest tunes quite loud such that everyone has to speak even louder to be heard.

Sniper goes straight to Spy and bends down slightly for his lips to be right next to his masked ear.

"Want you. Yer room."

He leaves without adding a word.

- @the-red-sniper

The words hit him immediately. Although he didn’t move nor look at Sniper, but still made quick work of downing his wine and snuffing out his nearly finished cigarette into the full ashtray. Acting as casual as ever.

After a minute of him sitting there, looking bored, he yawned and stood up slowly. Really selling the tired act as he walked towards the hallway door.

Once he beelined to his smoking room as soon as he was out of sight, safe to say he was very excited to open that door. He was about to burst through it before deciding he needed to be more nonchalant about it. Spy would never hear the end of it from Sniper if he knew how desperately he needed him.

….

Oh what the hell-

Spy didn’t burst through, but he very quickly opened the door. Leaving any doubts outside.