#TWS 1.0

[the-mirror-sunflower-owo]

Heya!

Apologies for not posting any art for so long, it's not that I don't draw, I simply forget to do it all the time, haha-

So here! A little collection of a few thingies from the OLD versions of TWS. The first picture includes the very first original version, next one is TWS 2.0! They are both scrapped, but that's how it goes-

I've had lots of fun writing these back in the days, but I'm honestly most satisfied with the current version! :3

Enjoy these silly doodles and thanks for passing by!!

[0fps]

general jiyan

[yourresidentanimenerd]

[urbfbear]

🍎🐛

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

He’s my type

[zarliethinker]

Zamaya and Zarlie(s) as tumblr text posts part 1/?

[bigmammallama5]

[nicsalazar]

Nicole Salazar + Character Tropes (Season 1)

nh・tl  ・gc ・ ett ・ra ・pot ・cw ・ deh

[kitsunabi]

learning that there is a "harbinger interested in machines" who went through the effort of stopping their own planned takeover of the Steambird paper just bc they realized the Traveler's involvement and apologizing to the Traveler by giving up their planted person via traumatizing them till they were catatonic (1), removing their tongue (2) and stuffing the apology note to replace it while leaving their still-alive body at the courthouse (3) was not in my cards for fontaine ngl

[system-of-a-feather]

So today on wild PF bullshit (technically not today but today in reporting) but a few days ago I basically I guess split for like 3 seconds, looked at the Nero DMC guy standing next to me, and then went "Hell nah we don't do that in this house, thats a Riku TM thing and theres only enough space for one of me" and took that as a wake up call to stop being a simmering pussy and get over myself

I actually had thought I caught it before it was an actual official split but now my brain keeps giving me source vibes at DMC which I used to only have fan vibes from so that's funny I guess - I GUESS I'm adding another source even though I hardly fucking changed but OKAY brain

But shit aside, it really did give me a pretty good hard reboot that I needed to really get over myself and Cope cause honestly, this past year I've been calling myself over my approach to gender being dog shit and stupid and against my principles which had me sitting here going "You know youd have better results in finding the real solution to the real issue if you gave up on this stupid singular point that is not even that important" and yet I really couldn't overpower it cause I am still, in fact, a traumatized EP so my emotional mind does hold a much stronger grasp on me than my rational or wise mind.

Now that I think my split AND fusion back together has stabilized though, I'm realizing that the HUGE hang up I had over gender was a huge inheritance from XIV 1.0 that was such a huge topic during our fusion that - despite it no longer aligning with how I handle and operate things presently - combined with XIV 1.0's excessive triggered stubbornness really led to it being passed onto me - XIV 2.0 - almost unadultered

Cause XIV 1.0 was a huge fucking mess driven by a lot of neglect trauma and competition for resources and very much was VERY aggressive and honestly jealous over people having their needs met a lot easier than him and often leaned towards aggression to those that were "privileged" than actually, you know, fixing his situation. Post fusion, most realms of that swapped over to how I am now and all, but the gender shit stuck around cause I think, while I was fusing way back then XIV 1.0 had that as a non-negotiable because "if I am okay with it and let it go then I LOSE and I never fucking lose" which is dumb and gay cause I - as XIV 2.0 - know that the REASON we never lose is because we are FLEXIBLE with what we want and are much more targeting a CONCEPT than a THING and that shit is a THING.

Anyways, XIV 1.0 has been given a year plus to hold onto that POST fusion and I think its about time we get our balls together and really honestly get over it and stop self pitying cause that's real big pussy shit of us and We Don't Do That in this House.

It really adds to the list of "reasons I have no right to say I'm better than everyone (half joking to non-system mates) and a badass cause this is a real normie way of thinking which is VALID but we (as a fused whole) hold ourselves to a higher standard than us" which while I acknowledge, I like to keep low on my decision of how to live my life.

Anyways TLDR I guess I'm Nero now too??? /hj

[foulweathertime]

Extras of the previous post

[normaltothemax]

For once, Jason is more than happy to defer to Dick for what to do to get them out of their current predicament. He doesn’t feel the need to argue, to try and prove that he’s just as good as Dick is when it comes to planning or literally anything else. He just wants out, and if Dick has any ideas on how to do that, Jason is happy to listen to them.

Starting with getting him unstuck.

He nods, bracing his hands against the rubble. If he was able to shift it slightly on his own, then together they should be able to lift it enough for him to get his legs free. They don’t have to keep it up long, just long enough for him to pull his legs out, and he’s sure he can get them out quickly. He hopes, at least. They could both be broken, for all he knows, and he’s not going to be able to use his hands to help move them.

They’re both lucky, in that Jason doesn’t notice the rebar in Dick’s leg straight away. Because there’s no way in hell Jason would’ve agreed with Dick’s plan if he had, and he would have chewed Dick out just for suggesting it, in his condition. As it is, he takes a breath and focuses on the rubble pinning him.

On three, he pushes with as much strength as he has, knowing Dick’s doing the same. The rubble shifts upwards, pain lancing through both of his legs as it does. Jason grits his teeth against the pain and, quickly as he can—he doesn’t know how long they can hold the rubble up like this—pulls his legs towards himself, twisting his body out of the way. Once his legs are free, he does his best to help guide the piece of rubble back down, not wanting to drop it and risk causing a shift in their surroundings.

“Fuck.” Okay. Okay, this is fine. This is good. He’s free, even if he is pretty sure that his left leg is almost definitely broken. But, in the light of his phone, he can’t see any bone sticking out, so at least, if it is a break, it’s probably not too bad. “Think the left might be broken, but I don’t think it’s crushed, at least. I—Jesus, Dick!”

Safe to say he finally noticed the rebar in his brother’s leg.

"Hey, considering the circumstances I think I'm doing great," Dick replies with a grin, holding tight to Jason's hand and biting back the observation that Jay's not looking so good himself. The last thing he needs to to get Jason's mind back on their predicament like that; that laugh is bordering on hysterical, which means Jason's only just barely holding on right now.

Not that Dick can blame him; he can just imagine the kind of memories this is dredging up for Jason. Being buried alive isn't exactly something one just gets over, which is somthing Dick wishes he couldn't say from experience. But this isn't a coffin, it's a building, and he's dug his way out of tighter and worse before. The air isn't getting heavy, for one thing, which means they aren't in any imminent danger of suffocation, and that means they can focus on getting out.

Dick turns his attention to the huge piece of rubble he's just squirmed past, noting two things at once. First, that it's probably shiftable if both he and Jason push it together, and second, that there is a snapped-off piece of rebar sticking out of his right leg. That explains the metallic sound earlier; Dick's just lucky it was the rebar that snapped and not his leg, or-

No. Don't. Push it down. Yes there's blood seeping out from around the rebar - on both ends; it's gone all the way through - but he's still got enough left in him to get Jason out. He has to. Breathe and focus, Grayson. Your brother needs you.

"Okay. Hang on…" Shifting, Dick braces both legs against the rubble. With any luck Jason's more focused on his own predicament than any further injuries Dick might have, so that rebar might go unnoticed for now. "Let's get you unstuck." Oh this is going to hurt, but there's no room for anything else. Dick sets his jaw in preparation, determined to keep his pain to himself. "Count of three, we both push. One, two, three!"

[woozivrsefactry]

k.mg — lift a 50 score a 100

pairing : trainer!kim mingyu x reader synopsis : the ever-increasing tension between you and your gym trainer, kim mingyu, finally leads to something more w.c. : 1.0 k tw : piv sex , unprotected sex , semi-public sex

a/n: potential pt 2 idea - local gym buddy jihoon walks in on one of your and trainer mingyu's "training sessions" and lets say he doesn't really mind joining

It's a late evening at the gym, and you've booked your regular personal training session with Mingyu. The gym is nearly empty at this hour of the clock, providing a sense of privacy. Mingyu greets you with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer than usual.

"Ready for a tough session?" he asks, his voice low and enticing. You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You can’t help but ogle at this naked biceps and built back as he walked ahead of you. Heavens, did you love his tight black tank top.

Mingyu starts the session with a series of intense exercises, pushing you harder than usual during your warm up and cardio. His hands are always on you, correcting your form, guiding your movements, and offering encouragement. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel the underlying tension building between you like always.

As you finish a particularly grueling set, Mingyu steps closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing great," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of praise and something more primal. "But I think we can push you even further."

The next exercise involves heavy lifting, and Mingyu stands close behind you, his body pressed against yours as he spots you. His hands are firm on your waist, and you can feel his strength and warmth, his eyes staring at your figure through the mirror in front of you. As you complete the lift, he doesn't move away immediately, his hands lingering on your hips.

"Feel that burn?" he asks, his voice husky. You nod, breathless, and he chuckles softly. "Good. Let's take a short break."

During the break, Mingyu hands you a bottle of electrolyte water, his eyes locked on yours. The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension mounting. He steps closer, his fingers brushing against your arm as he takes the bottle from you.

"You know," he says, his voice low, "I've noticed the way you look at me during our sessions." His gaze is intense, and you feel a flush creeping up your neck. "I think it's time we address that."

Without waiting for a response, Mingyu takes your hand and leads you to a more secluded area of the gym, away from few prying eyes. He backs you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. "Do you want this?" he asks, his eyes searching yours. "Do you want me?"

You nod, your heart pounding, and that's all the encouragement he needs. His lips crash against yours in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over your body. The heat between you is undeniable, and you can't help but respond eagerly, your hands exploring his muscular form.

Mingyu's kisses trail down your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. "You’re so hot, he murmurs against you skin and pushes your gym top up along with your sports bra, freeing your tits. Mingyu’s searching hands hold the flesh of on of your boobs, massaging it as he presses his mouth towards the other, leaving bite marks and bruises. You felt weak in the knee, your palm tight against your mouth to stop yourself from making the nasty sounds that slipped your tongue.

He lifts you effortlessly, placing you on a nearby bench. His hands work quickly to remove your workout clothes, his touch both firm and gentle. As he undresses you, his eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse race as you completely bare in front of him.

Mingyu takes his time, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of your body. He knows exactly how to touch you, how to build the tension until you're practically begging for more. His dominance is tempered with care, making sure you're comfortable and enjoying every moment. He coats his fingers with his spit and slips them between your legs, proding at your heat. “Open up, sweetheart,” he mutters and you spread your legs for him, giving him access. His fingers are experimental, finding your clit, finding your entrance, stretching and opening you, and seeing how far can you go for him. Once satisfied with your stretch, mingyu finally releases his cock from the confines of his gym shorts, lining it with your cunt.

When he finally enters you, it's a slow, deliberate movement that leaves you gasping for air. Your eyes roll at the back of your head as you feel his big length stretching you with a sting. You can almost feel his length in your throat. He sets a rhythm that drives you both higher, his control unwavering. The gym fades away, leaving just the two of you lost in each other. 

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he groans, placing a palm under your head, his pace steadily increasing. The praise does more than a little, the pit in your lower abdomen tightening. The intensity builds until you can't hold back any longer. Mingyu’s finger find their way back to your pussy, playing and rubbing at your clitoris. Mingyu's name falls from your lips like little desperate whimpers as you reach your peak, your body shuddering with pleasure. He follows soon after, his movements becoming more urgent as he finds his own release until he is cumming ribbons of white over your stomach after pulling out just in time.

He holds you close as you both come down from the high, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You did amazing," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I knew you had it in you."

The two of you lie together on the bench, basking in the afterglow. Mingyu helps you clean up and get dressed, his hands tender and caring. He makes sure you're comfortable, offering you more water and making light conversation to ease any lingering tension.

As you prepare to leave, he gives you a knowing smile. "Same time on Saturday?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with a promise of more than just training. You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought.

[escapingmytrauma]

Bluelock Medic 1.0 RIN

 RIN ITOSHI’S ROUTE  

WC: 1.6K  

CW/TW: None.  

A/N: Make sure to read all the way through, there is a poll at the end of the chapter. You choose how the story proceeds.  

PROLOGUE: HERE

Thankfully dinner was not all that bad and you ended up getting to know a good amount of the players from bluelock. After you clean up your area, you decide to go check out the field to relax before going to bed. As you walk into the field you notice Rin on the field practicing his shooting. You sit down on the corner and watch as he is shooting his goals. Rin throws you a quick glance but goes back to shooting some goals.  

After a little while is when you notice it. His shooting is getting a little weaker. Maybe it’s the fact he was tired, but your mind is telling you otherwise. You decide to play closer attention and that’s when you notice it.  

His thigh.... It’s tense... as if it’s overused.  

“Hey Rin, your thigh is tense. That’s why your kicks are getting weaker,” you explain. He shoots a small glare and walks over to you.  

“It’s nothing, I can handle it,” he bites back. You sigh softly as you stand up and cross your arms.  

“Okay, well, don’t get mad at me when you overuse it more without massaging it and then pull a hamstring.” Rin stays quiet and then plops down.  

“You’re going to fix it?” 

“I can’t really fix an overused muscle; however, I can stretch it out and massage out the knots and tensity,” you offer. You walk over and gently push his shoulder to lie down. Surprisingly, he listens and lies down.  

Wow! So, the aloof can follow directions.  

“This might hurt, so just do your best to not flail around,” you say. You go over to his leg and pull it out. You start lifting his leg and stretch it out first.  

“Okay, you can put your leg down,” you state. He pulls his leg down but somehow hiw cleat getting caught into the hems of your shirt; unfortunately, Rin thought nothing of it and pulled much harder on his leg causing your shirt to rip.  

The sound of the rip echoes throughout the field, followed by a complete silence. Rin looks over and sees your shirt torn, but then quickly looks away. You look down and realize a good portion of your abdomen could be seen because of the rip. You chuckle softly and then look back at Rin who is still looking away.  

Is he.... embarrassed?  

“It’s okay Rin, it was an old shirt anyways,” you shrug it off and then get on your knees and straddle over one of his legs. He quickly looks back at you. “Relax Rin, I gotta massage your thigh and this is the best way I can get the knots out, I’m sorry.”  

He stays quiet but doesn’t protest. You slowly touch around his thigh to try to feel the knots or tensirty of his muscles. After having a good feel around you find three knots to massage. 

“Rin, I have to massage the knots out, but once they’re out, we’re done.” You bring your hands down and push your thumbs and do a circular motion to loosen the knot first. Rin tenses beneath you doing his best to not show any difference, but you noticed it.  

“You know, you don’t have to be so serious. Many people squirm while getting their knots massaged out, but it’s because it feels uncomrotable for a bit,” you explain. Rin looks at you and then narrows his eyes.  

“This isn’t a game for me, this is bluelock and I’m going to be the best striker in the world; that way I can finally beat my brother,” he explains. You pause momentarily unsure of how to respond to that.  

I know it probably drives him to have a stronger ego, but at the same time I also believe that someone should be doing something for themselves, not so they can prove to someone else that they’re better or capable.  

“You’re right, it’s not a game. I’m not going to meddle cause it’s not my place, but just remember, your life is not a game either,” you finish. 

The next 10 minutes are spent in silence as you rub out the knots, as you’re done you get up and bid Rin a goodnight.  

() () () () () ()

The next morning, you’re out on the field with your first aid kit. You watch as all the players pile in for endurance training today. You’re watching from the entrance of the hallway making sure you’re keeping a close eye on the players’ legs specifically.  

Most common injuries from soccer are hamstring, ankle, and knee. So got to make sure I’m paying attention to the form on their legs.  

Everyone is taking turns shooting goals against the robotic goalkeeper. Rin comes up and shoots a goal. You smile to yourself noticing his leg already seems much better. You look at Rin and notice he is looking at you. You give a small nod and he pulls his gaze away from you.   

The rest of endurance training goes by smoothly and you’re in the cafeteria having some dinner you made. You’re reading a book on anatomy to better understand the leg muscles to help yourself understand hwo the players could get injured without realizing it. You take a bite of your food and three guys come walking in. You look up and see Sae, Kaiser, and Prince. Youo had recognized them because Ego had mentioned something at the training about them arriving with their weird little icons on the screen.  

Oh boy.  

“Do you know where Ego is?’ Kaiser asks as they walk up to you.  

“Yeah in his office,” you respond.  

“We know that, but where is his office?’ Sae asks this time. You take one more bite of your food and gesture for them to follow you. They follow behind you as Kaiser and Prince are chatting with one another.  

“You’re not Anri, Anri has red hair from what I remember... so who are you?” Sae asks. Both Kaiser and Prince fall silent and you can feel all three pairs of eyes on you.  

“I’m the medic or athletic trainer, whatever you want to call it because I suppose I’m a mix of both.”  

As you continue to walk to Ego’s office y’all end up passing Rin on the way who is staring at his brother. He puts his hand on your shoulder.  

“I need your help tonight, so stop by my room...” he says and then continues walking.  

I guess his thigh is tense again.  

You continue to walk and then Prince speaks up, “So you’re just at their beck and call?”  

“Yep, that’s how it works,” you respond. You can hear Prince hum lowly in response. Y’all finally pull up to Ego’s office.  

“This is it, bye.” You don’t bother for more formality and walk past them the opposite way. 

 Before you get even a step in, Sae stops you, “You sure you’re just the medic?” He asks. Kaiser and Prince behind look at you as well expecting an answer.  

Stupid question really.  

“Yes, I’m more than sure I’m just the medic,” you respond with a smile and then walk off again. You’re walking now walking back to the cafeteria to finish up your food and as you get there you see Bachira eating it.  

Man, I know better than to leave food unattended with guys around. Freaking garbage disposals eat everything.  

“Was it good?” You ask as you grab your drink over Bachira.  

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, it looked so good. Yes, it was super good,” he responds with a cheeky smile of his.  

You smile yourself because you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at someone who enjoyed your food. “Good, clean up after yourself, I’m going back to my room,” you finish. You walk out of the cafeteria with the book in your hand. As you’re walking back to the room, your phone gets a message.  

Room. Now. My leg hurts.  

- Rin  

You hum to yourself and wonder if you have time for a quick shower.  You decide against it and go over to the room Rin is in. You pass the cafeteria and then make your way to his room. Before you can even open the door, Rin opens it; grabbing your arm he oulls you to the lifting room.  

“Rin, what is going on?” You ask as he closes the door to the lifting room.  

“My leg hurts, remember?” He asks. He was obviously very serious about and wanted something done about it. You hum in response and gesture for him to lay down. He does so without any complaints.  

“Okay what part on your leg hurts?” You ask. Rin shrugged and looked up at you.  

“It hurts everywhere, of course,” he responds.  

Is he a child?  

“Ah I see, okay well let me see what I can do,” you respond and slowly stretch out his leg and start feeling around his leg for knots. After a little bit you don’t feel anything and you stand up. “Rin, I’m not feeling any knots or tensity.... are you sure you’re just not sore?” You ask.  

Rin huffs and almost crosses his arms but manages to keep them at his side. “I’m not stupid,” he responds and stands up.  

“I didn’t say you were, I’m just making sure,” you state as you stand up. He looks at you for a good second and then opens his mouth to speak, but ends up holding back. “Just say what you need to say, Rin.” 

“I’m the best player right?” His gaze suddenly focuses on you intently waiting for a response.  

[fenokey]

TW: Body horror

Despite the shit 1.0 release of the game i still care for him deeply

[lamperts-rokea]

It's headcanon time y'all (except it's Infeced/kspsr and Robloxian lore)

TW! Weight/body types

Kasper is the most gender fluid piece of shit ever. He usually stays male but occasionally he'll look at himself and think, "hm... Boobs". Infected is also gender fluid since he technically shares the same mind-ish.

My whole thought process for Kas/fected was that the virus acts more like a parasite than anything else since it took over both his mind and body, and so people would address it as such. Infected is basically just a separate persona from Kasper, a similar personality to him to try and mimic the thoughts of Robloxians. I thought of it similarly to a Fleshcousin, but instead of just being a doppelganger, Infected is literally just Kasper but downgraded.

Kasper was made in Studio. This means that he can go back in and change his morph at any moment he wants to. That's why he identifies as genderfluid. He has saved presets for what gender he wants to present as for the day.

His full name is Kasper Studios / Infected Studios since technically Roblox Studio is considered his dad.

His female preset has periods because I say so. If she wants to be a girl, then she has to have the full experience :)

Kasper is a very crafty person. He occasionally built on some of the things he has. His makes him alright in Marks book, at least before he caught the parasite. Wallter still found him "unproper" and "too modern" for his tastes, no matter how hard Kas tried to get his approval.

Occasionally he gets Lampert mixed up as a sleeping lamp, so sometimes he'll just try and take a random lamp.

Since Roblox Studios is considered the base of the whole Robloxian world, this makes him a god, and in hindsight, since Kasper is his son, this would also make him a god, or the son of one at least. He has the power to create/remove anyone/thing, but he chooses to not use his power ever since he wanted to live his life as a normal Robloxian.

Roblox is the one who occasionally makes money(in Robux) just fall from the sky for Kas/fected.

He is objectum, no reasoning required.

He is also omnisexual(like pansexual, but you have a preference in gender), and doesn't really care what the gender of whom he dates is. He is the typa person to like how you look, acknowledge it and compliment it, but also value your personality at the same time.

Kas's favorite ice cream flavors are mint with Oreos and cherry sorbet.

He is considered immortal, alongside older gen Robloxians since they have their morph pads to respawn on. Newer gen Robloxians aren't considered immortal because of this reason.

Even though Kas/fected is considered immortal, every time he respawns, he keeps any of the bodily damage done to him in the form of scars. This only works if he experienced physical damage near his skin, not including death from gas or brain/organ damage. This means his body is covered in scars from past experiences. His largest scars are one that scrapes all across his back, and the other near his ribcage. He has tried to remove the scars before, but is unable to for an unknown reason.

Robloxians have a similar anatomy to humans, except the fact that their bodies are shaped to their body pack, like the Robloxian 1.0, 2.0, the R6, R15, etc. despite their body being stuck in this form, they can still grow over or underweight and appear as such. Think of like, the R6 body not being considered overweight, but if they don't watch their weight, they can still grow more fat.

If Kas were to ever be cured from the virus, it would be a long recovery. The parasite would leave the body, meaning Kas would be back to his normal self, but it would leave him weak. He would have to go through a sickness that would be similar to a flu, and even after that was gone, he'd still be dangerously underweight and have to go through some time to recover his body shape. And THEN he would be left with a lot of regrets and mental trauma, so he'll need to rely on the support of his friends to get him through all the guilt and pain. Even then, he would still have occasional episodes where he doesn't feel in control of his own body, as if the parasite was still inside of him. He wouldn't be the same, but over the course of a few years he'll slowly go back to normal, with less and less of these "episodes" happening.

He has High-functioning autism and ADHD, along with anxiety. After he is cured, he'd have diagnosed MPD (Multiple-personality Disorder), and would go through therapy to help cure him of it.

The only reason Kas hasn't been cured by Roblox (he could just go into Kas's files and remove the glitch) is because Roblox "doesn't interfere with destiny", whatever that means.

Despite him barely having any memories with Lampert, Infected still wants to stay close to him, for some reason. He even began to develop a crush for Lampert, not knowing what he n Kasper used to have.

He goes by Kasper, Kas, or Kassi. He doesn't care which one you use, but they're mostly based on what gender he presents himself as for the day.

Agghhh infected I love you so much you're so stupid

(I FORGOT TO ADD THE LAST ONE OOPSIES)