#also fuck drawing grass haha

[notherpuppet]

I LOVE READING YOUR NANNY AU!! The writing and art is amazing!!

Though how you get the dialogue so perfect!?!? I'm trying to do a comic series but I can't do the writing right.

May you please share some tips?

I want to actually be helpful with this, because I looove writing dialogue. It’s my favorite part of the storytelling process. I’ve written works with and without internal dialogue and I like both. It just depends on how much I want the reader to know. Anyway, here’s some advice?

1. Study techniques from media you like

I study scenes from favorite films/tv shows. And there are many YouTube channels that are great resources for writing, but I’m most partial to “Studio Binder”.

This is a great video on dialogue.

Because I write for comics most of the time—rather than prose—I find advice for tv and film to be more helpful because it incorporates the techniques in a visual storytelling medium. But I’d recommend studying technique for the storytelling medium you’re partial to as well. I have several books on comic book storytelling and have studied comics and manga the most in my life haha (cuz I’m a giant fucking nerd).

2. Workshop dialogue to fit the character and scene

Dialogue can change a lot from my first concept—where I want to convey the necessary information—into making it sound “in character”. So I study the writing of the show of course to pick up on the characters’ quirks and unique ways of speaking.

Example:

Carmilla Carmine is bilingual with Spanish/English and it seems that as a character, Spanish was her first language. So some traits she may have are:

1. To confirm her ideas ending with a “no?” Instead of saying “right?”

2. Slipping into Spanish when she’s ‘thinking out loud’.

Then I’ll read aloud a scene to see if it sounds right. Often, this is when I’ll notice if the dialogue seems repetitive or awkward.

3. Touch grass, go laugh, have fun

Also, I’m sure my very chaotic but-hilarious-family members and friends help me with writing dialogue so make sure you take the time to hang out with people lol!

It’s true what they say about drawing inspiration from real life 👥🌎

Hope that’s helpful 🥰

[mochinomnoms]

I could honestly put on a list of all the stuff I send in your askbox lmao I love your writing and thoughts mochi! If it is possible could I be ✨Vaquita✨ anon? (sparkles are not necessary lol) I was wondering if you have any thoughts on summer dresses? The weather here is been crazy hot sticking-your-body-in-the-floor hot summertime thoughts for anyone?

Vaquita!!! Let's goooo

I'm jealous, the country is having a pretty bad cold front rn and I fucking hate the cold and winter in general. I want hot weather, I'm like a lizard I need sun to get warm. I love basking in the sun in the grass and warming up, I don't even have to worry about burning cause I only tan!!

Summer dresses are also my mfcking jam! I love summer dresses, and I think a lot of people do~ Women in pretty summer dresses, omg I'm so weak~

Anyways, here's a list of TWST guys and their reactions to seeing you in a summer dress (if you got titties, take them out they look great!)

*sweating* "Wow, you, uh, look really nice."

Trey

Jack

Azul

Jamil

Sebek (the quietest you've ever seen him, he's been stunned into silence by your beauty)

*staring* Uh-huh...what'd you say again?

Deuce

Epel

Silver (mf is wide awake now lmao)

"That dress looks beautiful on you. :) But I bet it look better on my floor—" *smack*

Jade

Lilia (look at that peepaw rizz let's gooo)

Is taking many pictures of you cause he's just so in love and wants to show you off.

Cater (he's posting this on Magicam cause your pretty face always makes him go viral and he lowkey likes making others jealous)

Kalim

Rook

Vil (he picked the dress, so he gets to take as many pics as he wants, even if they're just for him)

Malleus (you have to help him with the pictures, but he has an entire album dedicated to you <3)

You think you were gonna just dress up all cute, leave, and not have a quickie? Haha, no <3

Ace

Leona

Floyd

Brain empty. No thoughts. Only pretty partner in pretty dress—are you not wearing anything under that!?

Riddle (he's stunned into silence, debating whether or not he should draw attention to you or chastise you)

Ruggie

Idia (he's watching through the security cameras and losing his mind)

[madstronaut]

The gif system in this post, regarding the feudal alignments within fandom?

Every member of a given fandom identifies with at least 1 of the 10 gifs listed.

The meaning of each gif is subject to interpretation to some degree.

My reblog was meant to be funny, but the more I look at the thread the more surprised I am at the amount of truth I see in it. Tumblr is a strange and beautiful place.

for you @deadbranch my chrome queen

I have prepared to flex my worthless and expensive af haha jk or am i dual anthropology and [redacted] degrees to conduct a completely subjective, PhD-level ethnographic study of branchy's gifset curation, please observe:

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Exhibit A: writers and their sixth sense when they intuit me, refreshing and revisiting their blog daily to check for updates to that one-shot/fic/novel/12-part-apocalypse-opera (not even joking about that last one).

alternately, those weird fuckers who send in creepy boundary-crossing anon asks. i love to hate them but they're kind of an essential part of tumblr

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Exhibit B: im convinced some blogs out there have excel spreadsheet JIRA queuebot steampunkesque contraptions running their shit because i have no idea how they make (and KEEP TO) regularly scheduled high quality posts??? a schedule??? on this HELLSITE? tumblr i love you i dont mean that on mondays

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Exhibit C: antis. no further comments.

i freely block antiblogs and and any that are brimming with negativity/hate

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Exhibit D: me, fanfic, and ao3, most days. no further comments

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Exhibit E: me, my imagination, and my fictional harem of blorbos, most nights. no further comments as well.

Also basically 98% of tumblr as is widely known

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Exhibit F: the caption speaks for itself. on tumblr exist still many bubbles of thought, ideology, poiesis, and praxis that go on as if impenetrable and untouched by a well-known phenomenon called Reality (also known as IRL, going outside, touching grass, etc.)

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Exhibit G: hot people who post random face reveals. STOP TITILLATING ME (yes, I had to google how to properly spell titillating)

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Exhibit H: the elder blogs. they post softly but carry big stick. they are the unspoken glue of their fandom communities. their fic/art/headcanon/etc. posts spawn a thousand more. thou shalt not speak a bad word against them. and yes, many of them are POC, so this gif pulls double duty, well chosen branchy my queen. and fuck i wish i could pull off hoops that big, anyway i digress

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Exhibit I: smut writers. they are brazen. they are shameless. they are worshipped and adored. this is the aftermath of their posting after causing tens of thousands of simultaneous la petite morts as the french say (is it la or le idfk and im too lazy/sleepy to google it rn). absolute fucking bloodbath

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Exhibit J: people who post their personal/professional/something-nal drama and air it out by tagging the larger fandom tags they're in, drawing in completely uninvolved (and often uninformed) people and getting these randos to do their dirty work for them

alternately, people who have zero interest or affiliation with said fandoms and their drama but gleefully follow along using the tags (nooooo i havent done that stop looking at me)

I would like add one more if you don't mind:

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Exhibit K: cozy, safe, well-curated, moderated, well-established boundaried corners of fandom and generally lovely spaces like yours <3 and many of my other moots' blogs as well

also, catblogs

[angelbitezzz]

waaa congrats on the 700 angel!!!!

also also.. silly request alert!!!

angel giving sans a kissy? (platonic or romantic) unless you're saving it for specials specials (can be anywhere as well! hand, cheek, teet-)

here's much gift for you too yes yes

WAAAH SO CUTE! Thanks for the drawing and your support!!

Imagine this takes place earlier on after his "capture" at Angel's hands as a Spooky Servant. In fact I like this one so much I'm writing a short fic for this under the cut.

Getting out of the cage was easy work, given his inability to abide by the laws of space entirely. All it took was a half-step forward and he was in the grass outside the shed they'd put him in (Was it on purpose? More than likely, knowing Koffin-K. Guess it was high time he'd gotten a taste of his own medicine. Heh.)

"Jesus!"

He was thankful for the fact that he had such immaculate self control, because the sudden yelp of surprise from his left would've made him jump out of his skin if he'd had any. He turned, found himself face to face with Angel, looking at him with a face that said "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." that sparked amusement.

"no, i'm crossbones. but good guess, kid."

"Oh haha, very funny. What're you doing out?"

"it takes more than that to capture justice." He paused, and then grinned a little wider. "...the door was unlocked."

"The cage doesn't have a door!"

"huh. that's a dangerous design choice. fitting for villainy, i guess."

"Well...we are at Koffin Keep. I guess I'd better stop you, because the count is definitely watching."

Sans's gaze strayed across her, trying to think of a good way to distract her long enough to get away. Preferably, with about as much comedy as possible. He took his chances when he could. They landed on her free hand; the other busy rummaging in some back pocket to that red jacket she was in for something. Had to stop whatever it is that was about.

He moved without thinking.

...Her skin was warm against his teeth. He wasn't sure why he was so aware of that. Generally, his own body ran at room temp, maybe even a little cold thanks to all the vents that came with being in a body made of sticks, essentially. Maybe that was why his focus was so centered to the knuckles pressed softly to his mouth, gloved hand in hers as the white fabric warmed from the contact.

Oh, shit, he'd forgotten what he was trying to do.

Stealing a glance upwards, he could see the shock on her face. Could read her thoughts without even needing to CHECK, see the surprise give way to a flustered confusion, brown cheeks warming to red. A bead of sweat slid down his skull at the sight, and then he jittered away, gone before she could even draw the breath to speak.

Standing with his back pressed to a tree outside the walls of Koffin Keep, feeling much like if he had a heart that the organ would be rattling the inside of his ribcage without knowing why.

...Better get out of here before she came looking.

[dsaf-confessions]

NONE OF YOU. NONE!!! NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND!!! DAVE. DAVE FUCKING MILLER. AHSHSHS

Idk where im going with this.

Anyways, another way to show how insanely obsessed i am over dave (i would add save instead of davesport but. Eh. DAVESPORT.)

Yall are saying animals like salimanders and snakes and whatnot. HAHAHA. AHAHHQHQHQHQHQ. I have made A NEW CREATURE!!! HAHAHQHQHAHAHQHAHAHAHHAAH!! (It doesent have a name)

Bassicly. I fused a Velociraptor (i love those mother fuckers so much) and a Cat(i also love those motherfuckers alot), mainly lion.

I fused them to create the godforbidden thing the earth shouldnt know of.

Small explanation!!! (Oh shit i can see im not coloring any of this shit) These putrid creatures are born by Eggs, but are mammals. They have the skin of a velociraptor and the talons. Their front paws are shaped more like a reaalllyyy bulky velociraptor hand. (I might put some drawings in the discord. MIGHT. I still have like NO motivation.

Their eggs show if its male or not. The egg itself is purple, but if the egg has black spots its male. White spots its female. HAHAHAH I PROBABLY SOUND INSANE.

They have hooks on the very edge of their feet, near their ankle (Search up cat atonomy, its not the paw) and it can be used to hook onto soft grass to anchor themselves. Thats the toe of the Velociraptors because unfortunately the actual back paw doesent have it... dramatic sigh 😔😔😔😔

Anyways, they come in shades of purple, and very rarely blue. They have a main around their neck, but it doesent encase the full neck. Rather the bottom and top of it. Veru long and comes onto the head, kinda like a mohawk (hence why i was considering making the purple motherfucker have a mohawk) Eyes are inverted except theres a pupil in the white eyes. They behave like cat eyes.

AND MY FAVORITE PART. Okay, on the sides of Daves head (how i draw him) there is these fur tufts. At the base of the those fur tufts is a muscle that can contranct, expand, and bassicly do anything. These fur tufts are communicators for body language. Kind of how a person will start fidgeting with something when nervous or bored, or how a deers ears may perk up in alert.

The movements are bassicly involuntary, with some exeptions at times.

And thats pretty much all I got for my Headcanon dump... for now!! The idea of the creature is still in progress, so yeah!!

(Haha lol i was correct. Im not coloring this shit💀 too much😭)

- Davesport&Teeth/Hands Lover Anon (kinda wanna beat the shit out of tumblr for not letting me be PURPLE!!!)

INHALES

[levi-venn]

The First Toothpick

Chapter 3: A Fistful of Carrots

Gen Fic - Mentor/Protege

Characters: Cad Bane, Crosshair (the kid), Jango (flashbacks).

Summary: Cad Bane teaches Crosshair how to be a sniper. The kid picks up some other habits as a result.

Chapter Summary: The kid experiences dry land for the first time. His reaction surprises Cad...but it also gives him an idea.

Chapters: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 |

Available on AO3 here

“It’s just grass.” 

“The hell it is,” Cad said, retreating back up the ramp of the Firespray.

“C’mon, Cad, have a little faith in me. Watch.” Jango hopped out of the ship, landing waist deep in the field of golden brown wheat…

…like a damn fool.

So much wheat…stretching for as far as his scarlet globular eyes could see.

And that much wheat meant that many more places to hide.

“There’s things in there,” Cad warned, pointing to something rustling near Jango’s leg. 

“Just critters. Predators don’t come out until nightfall and they prefer Fabools to humanoids. You’re safe, I promise.”

“Uh huh…” Cad took another step backwards. “...I’ll just stay here.”

It wasn’t that he missed his homeworld - fuck Duro - but at least he knew and accepted it for what it was: A world that had traded its soul for industry long before Cad was born.  Clouds weren’t supposed to be white and fluffy like this. They should be oily and black belched from rusty smokestacks.  Even the sky here was wrong, too blue, too bright, missing the stains of putrid orange and green.  He’d been on this planet for less than a minute and already had his fill of the buzzing insects and…where the hell was that croaking coming from anyway?

“We got work to do, Cad. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder like a bag of meilooruns.”

Cad sighed and stood on the edge of the ramp, staring down the untamed wilderness of what was supposedly a very tame ranch. The wheat stalks swooned in the breeze, like long fingers coaxing Cad into unseen jaws.

He sank one boot into the grass.

Something shrieked and shot up into the air.

Cad stumbled backwards, drawing one blaster only to have it slip from his fingers, sliding noisily down the ramp and out of sight into the wheat field. He pulled the second blaster and fired at the monster.

The convor flew away, unscathed.

“Aaaand this is why we’re here,” Jango frowned, picking up fumbled blaster and handing it back to Cad. “You’re jumpy as hell and can’t shoot for shit. If you want to keep calling me boss, get your shit together, Cad.”

“Yeah, boss,” Cad mumbled, holstering both blasters, embarrassment warming his face.

“Alright, enough lollygagging. Let’s go check on the Fabools.”

“What the hell is a Fabool?”

Cad found the kid curled up asleep in Bossk’s chair, cheek pressed against the scope of his rifle and a half-eaten protein bar in his hand. 

Beneath the chair was the kid’s duffle bag, half-open. Cad nudged it with his boot. Jumpsuits, protein bars, packs of water purifying tablets. No toys, no music discs, no personality. Not a single candy bar.

Jango loved caramel Starsbars; always kept one on him, in a pouch next to his thermal dets. He also loved fried eggs and bacon, nerf stew with extra carrots, peach-flavored tihaar cocktails (though he always claimed he drank tihaar straight), and he bobbed his head to Figrin D'an And The Modal Nodes when he thought no one was looking. 

Did all his clones experience the same joys he did? Were they even given a chance?

He kicked Bossk’s chair. “Get up, kid. We’re here.”

The kid sat upright, eyes still closed, a long, textured red line from the scope denting his cheek. “Where are we?”

“That’s classified,” Cad smirked.

“Haha, funny,” the kid yawned and slithered out of the chair. He took another bite of the protein bar, then tucked it back into his jumpsuit’s pocket.

I told him to find somethin’ to eat, Cad thought. Does he prefer his own rations?

“This hideout was Jango’s before it was mine. He taught me all I knew here n’ I’m gonna impart some of that know-how onto you.”

“I know how to shoot."

“Yeah, slower than molasses on Vandor,” Cad sneered. “We’re gonna fix that, but for now…” Cad activated the ramp. “...let’s just start with gettin’ out of the ship.”

The kid’s expression didn’t change.

Not when the door slid open.

Not when seeing, probably for the first time, an ocean of golden brown wheat, a clear sky, and a world alive with natural wonders.

Except that wasn’t exactly true. The kid's expression did change, if you knew where to look. Cad watched the kid's glassy brown eyes dart around the narrow view of the scenery, not like a frightened kid like Cad was all those years ago, but with a curious feline studying his new territory.

The kid ventured forward, standing on the edge of the ramp scanning the wheat field.  He didn’t move for a long moment.

Cad stood beside him, studying his face. The kid didn’t look scared, but something was holding him back. 

Finally, he looked up at Cad, brow knitted slightly.

Cad tilted his head. “What?”

“...is it safe?”

“C’mon, Cad, have a little faith in me,”

“Yeah, kid,” Cad said, Jango’s exasperated sigh burned in his memory. “It’s safe.”

As the kid took that first step forward, Cad leaned against the ship and popped a toothpick between his teeth. He expected to be here a while as the kid grew accustomed to the planet. 

But the kid jumped in with two feet. Literally. And then took off like a blaster bolt, running through the fields like a wild lothcat and twice as silent, maneuvered through the grass with practiced efficiency. 

Huh…engineered for stealth…created for war…

The kid chased some unseen varmint for a while before stopping to catch a butterfly in mid-air. As he cupped it in his hands, peeking through the fingers, a frog leapt onto his leg.  The kid gasped, but even that was subdued. He eyed the frog with round, emotional eyes, then lifted his leg to show Cad. 

Created for war…but still just a kid.

The frog disappeared into the kid’s pocket only to leap back out again as soon as the kid’s attention turned to a flock of ducks flying overhead.

“Believe it or not, Cad,” Jango said, arm draped loosely over Cad’s shoulder as they walked through the grass together. “There are some planets in this galaxy that aren’t a kriffing nightmare to live on.”

“Pretty planets can be dangerous too,” Cad mumbled.

“Hey,” Jango stopped in his tracks and made the sulking duros look him in the eye. Human eyes were always too emotional for Cad's liking. Jango's eyes weren't bad to look at though. Still, he scowled stubbornly. “I promised you a quiet place to train you and I meant it. You’re safe here. You’re safe with me.”

As the kid stood transfixed over a grasshopper crawling along his arm, Cad slung the kid’s rifle over his own shoulder, grabbed a few more bags, and exited the ship. He was halfway to the house when he realized the kid was following him, silent as the grave and his arm still extended giving the grasshopper a proper runway.

“Just goin’ to the house. Go play, kid.”

“I’m not playing,” the kid denied. “I’m here to learn.”

Cad sneered. “Like a good little soldier, huh?”

“I’m not just a soldier. I’m an elite-”

“Just be a kriffin’ kid today, okay?”

The kid’s neutral expression melted into something teetering on panic. He looked around again as if searching for something or someone to explain “playing” to him.

Made for war...

“How about this,” Cad sighed. “Do some recon. Get familiar with the territory. The perimeter extends to the barbed wire fence and the border of the lake. Report back when yer done.”

Seemingly satisfied with this “mission” he nodded and bounded off, the grasshopper flying behind him. 

Fuck you, Jango, for givin’ just one special little Boba a childhood and leavin’ the rest behind.

Cad headed to the house and hoped Todo 360 had ordered the extra carrots for the nerf stew.

***

Cad remembered being disappointed when he first arrived at the hideout. 

The word “hideout” made him think of a beaten up shack filled with illegal artillery, chests full of credits, and a bunch of mean-looking mercs he’d be glad to have on his side.

But this hideout was a farmhouse. A quaint home perched on a hill overlooking the wheat fields. Over the front door was a wooden sign with hand carved, flowery aurebesh reading: “The Stars Shine on This Home”. Rocking chairs moved with the cool breeze on the porch. Cheerful tulips welcomed bees in the front garden. Inside the house, there were floral quilts on the plush couches and horseshoes over every doorway. There was a ubiquitous scent of cinnamon and aged wood. 

“Doesn’t look like much of a hideout,” Cad sulked, eyeing the pie cooling on the windowsill. 

“And you don’t look like much of a mercenary,” Jango sneered, pulling out two plates and a pie server. “Looks can be deceiving.”

Three hours later, the kid showed up. Dirt caked his cheeks, burrs stuck to his jumpsuit. There was a scrape on his hand, and a few bugs and a frog peeked out of his pockets.

From the kitchen, Cad slid a heap of carrots into the simmering nerf stew and watched the kid carefully stalk the living room, eyeing everything, but touching nothing. 

Well, almost nothing.

Cad’s wide-brimmed hat hung on the rack near the door.

The kid reached up for it. 

“Take a seat, kid,” Cad said, his tone sharp. “Food’s almost ready.”

The kid snatched his hand back and scurried to the small table in the dining area. He sniffed the daisy bouquet centerpiece and looked shocked to realize it was real.  He put one of the grasshoppers on one of the flowers.  The grasshopper immediately hopped away.

Cad set the bowl of hearty nerf stew in front of the kid and brushed the grasshopper onto the floor. “Eat up. It’s tastier than those shitty protein bars ya got stowed away.”

The kid’s spoon poked experimentally at the stew.

“I like the protein bars,” he said, watching the hearty chunks of nerf bobbing in the sienna broth.

He took a bite of just broth at first, his face remaining neutral, but his brow rose a little lighter.

The second bite was a little more adventurous with a piece of nerf added to it.

The third bite was all carrots…

…and the kid immediately spat them out in his napkin, wrinkling his nose.

Cad nearly snickered.

Under any normal circumstance he would’ve found it funny.

But the disappointment hit his gut like a cheap shot.

It was just carrots.  What would he care if the kid hated carrots and Jango ate them like candy?

Because this ain’t about carrots. If these clones ain’t like Jango, then they got free will, don’t they?

And if they got free will…

…what happens if they decide they don’t wanna be soldiers?

Questions far above his pay grade, but like Jango always said: “The day you stop asking questions is the day They win.”

Is that what you did, Jango? Cad wondered, bringing his own bowl of stew to the table. Did ya just stop askin’ questions?

Halfway through the quiet meal, Cad realized the kid was staring at him.

“Somethin’ on yer mind, kid?” He asked, not looking up.

The kid silently picked another carrot off his spoon and added it to the orange pile on his napkin. 

“I asked ya a question.”

“I didn’t find any Fabool,” the kid murmured.

“Didja know where to look?”

“No.”

Cad raised his brow ridge. “Didja ask where they were?”

The kid shook his head.

“So? Ask me.”

“Where are they?”

“Behind the house. Finish your stew and I’ll show y-”

The kid dropped his spoon, grabbed the bowl and, in record time, gulped down the rest of the stew, chewing the last bits noisily and spitting out a final piece of carrot.

“Ready.” he said, deadpan, though his eyes sparkled as bright as Jango’s whenever Cad handed him a Starsbar.

Need Todo to order more Starsbar, Cad reminded himself. Just in case.

***

Behind the house was a square, quarter acre of land, sectioned off with a two meter high fence covered in thick brown wool. From the outside, it just looked like an extra storage shed, but as Cad and the kid drew nearer, it was evident something was moving around inside the enclosure.  

The kid pressed his face against the fabric barrier trying to see through it without any luck. The Fabools snuffled inquisitively on the other side.

“Whats with the blankets?” 

Huh…first question I didn’t have to pry outta him, Cad mused. 

“Fabools are about as sensitive as they are stupid. In the wild they’re liable to get stuck on thorn bushes n' deflate, makin' 'em easy pickin's for predators. The goal is to keep ‘em safe n’ happy in here so they produce more eggs."

"Eggs?"

"These eggs ain't for eatin'. Not for us anyway. They fetch a pretty price on the black market since the egg whites got hallucinatory properties to 'em.” He unlocked the door but held it closed, his eyes narrowing at the kid. “Walk carefully n’ don’t bring anythin’ sharp in here. You deflate ‘em, I deflate you, got it?”

“Okay,” the kid said, with enough earnestness to ease Cad's mind. "Wait," he added suddenly, pulling out a small vibroblade from his boot, and stuck it in the ground outside the enclosure. "Okay, ready."

“Good kid,” Cad nodded.

The kid immediately looked away, but not before Cad noted the faintest trace of a smile in his cheeks. 

Soon as the gate opened, the kid slipped through it and was immediately overwhelmed, disappearing beneath a bouncing avalanche of furry Fabools.

Fabools were balloon-like creatures in every way imaginable, perfectly round, airy and gentle, and navigated the world through bouncing and floating with vague intent on their destination. Short gray fur covered their bodies, and their two webbed feet may have once been used for swimming eons ago, but that evolutionary branch had long since broken off. Their flippers remained as an imperfect guidance system, and Fabools tended to flap out of sheer excitement than for propulsion.

While they didn't exactly have heads, their face was located flush against the upper hemisphere of their round form, a tiny upturned mouth sandwiched between two, round black eyes which blinked adoringly at the kid.  

The kid sank into the grass in wide-eyed wonderment, opening his arms to gently hug however many Fabools he could while the rest rolled and bounced all around him.

Cad couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard the kid hiss out a small, brief laugh.

“What the fuck, Jango?” Cad growled, backing up as the creatures bounced closer and closer. “Get ‘em away from me.”

“They’re harmless.”

“Then why’re they chasin’ me?” He climbed up the fence, the little monsters hopping in the air obviously trying to bite him.

“They don’t even have teeth. I promise you, they're not dangerous, just curious. Trust me.”

"Trust me..."

Something clicked in Cad’s mind.

…Well shit. Now I know why Jango asked me to train this kid. Snipin’ isn’t this kid’s problem. Trust is.

Not trust in other people. This kid seemed to have an abundance of blind trust for authority figures…something Cad would train out of him in a heartbeat if he wasn’t getting paid for this job. 

The thing is, the kid had trust for everyone outside of himself. 

That’s why he shoots so slow. That’s why he’s so damn hesitant to speak his mind. He’s got that spark in him, but Jango hired me for one specific reason: I got trust for no one but myself. 

“They’re so…helpless,” The kid said, watching one of the males roll by, webbed feet kicking uselessly in the air. The kid gave him a little push to help him to his feet.

So are you, kid, Cad thought, popping a toothpick in his mouth. But don’t worry. We’re gonna fix that. You may hate me afterwards…

…but either way you’ll be stronger for it, and I’ll get paid either way.

[seventeendeer]

I’d like to hear more about the unstoppable sand dune

haha thANK YOU anon for enabling me, I feel the world should know about the killer sand dune. it's so special to me

DISCLAIMER that this is all an ameteur sillyguy’s observations after one (1) day of researching the dune. do not trust my word on the dune. I’m just very excited and I want to talk about a cool thing I learned about. I will link a wikipedia article at the end of this post so anyone who wants to do proper research will have a place to start. this is simply me trying to infect you with excitement for the dune so that anyone who thinks this sounds cool can do their own research.

SO ANYWAY ABOUT THE DUNE !

for context, I live in denmark, which is 1. small, 2. flat and 3. generally very, very low-risk of natural disasters or extreme weather conditions. we generally don’t get big earthquakes or massive wildfires or tsunamis or even all that intense storms or anything like that. this is important to note because it is part of the reason my mind is blown by the giant fucking sand dune that apparently exists up north that used to DESTROY EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH up to and including entire forests and at least one town

the largest chunk of danish land is a narrow peninsula sticking up in a northern direction from germany. because there’s a little small ocean to the east and a fuck-off huge ocean to the west, the wind almost always blows from the western sea across the country, toward the eastern sea.

at one point a few hundred years ago, massive amounts of sand on the west coast just ... got up and left. the harsh wind and lack of vegetation to anchor the sand made it just sort of ... start creeping across the peninsula in the form of a gigantic dune. in a couple more hundred years, it will have fully crossed the peninsula and come up on the east coast.

some fun facts about the Giant Killer Dune:

- again, ate at least one town. the tower of a church is the only remnant of the town still sticking out of the dune.

- there was once an attempt to anchor the dune by planting grasses and pine trees on and near to it. this disturbed the dune’s eco system, however, so the state decided to buy up all the land on and around the dune in order to preserve it and allow it to continue on its path unhindered. the dune has acquired rights

- I can’t help but notice that if the dune continues on its path as predicted, it will eventually destroy roads and other infrastructure connecting the northernmost part of the peninsula to the rest of the country. I’m going to go ahead and assume someone is going to be doing something about that and we’re not just leaving Skagen to go full mad max fury road

- because the sand moves so slowly, the dune eviscerates any natural areas it comes across. it has eaten entire forests. nothing can survive under the sand long enough to see the light of day again. however, because of how dirt works, the dune also leaves behind gaps in the earth that fill with water, creating ponds and lakes, which eventually enable new vegetation to move in and start new densely-vegetated areas. the killer dune is apparently also the lifegiving dune, if you feel like being generous and Very patient

- if you’re less patient, be a bird! the dune is home to and a pitstop for several different types of birds, who have come to depend on it. this part gets me so fucking hyped. imagine being a bird on that dune. he can’t help but feel like his summer house has moved ever so slightly to the right compared to last year. his bird friends tell him he’s being weird but he knows the truth

- and here comes another part that is SO COOL. METAL SAND! THE PALE SAND IS STRIPED WITH METAL SANDS LIKE A PAINTING!! I have distant memories of visiting the dune as a child and using a magnet to draw out dark sand and seperate it from the pale sand. I still have a vial of the metal sand I keep with my rock collection. I have no idea if stealing from the dune is legal or ethical (surely not? there’s a lot of dune but not enough for everyone to take home souvenirs surely ???), but I didn’t realize. I have however treasured this sand for over a decade, which is ultimately what made me decide to look up the dune and learn all this cool stuff in the first place. now that I have an adult brain with adult context for how fucking cool this dune is. the magnetic sand is nicknamed ‘stardust’ by locals that I would very much like to meet and personally congratulate for somehow making the really cool dune even cooler

- its name, Råbjerg Mile, is also metal, but in the badass sense. “rå” = “raw” or “harsh”, “bjerg” = “mountain”, “mile” = “wandering dune.” they really named this thing “giant pile of sand coming to kick your ass”

here’s the english wikipedia link to the dune for anyone curious!!

all jokes aside, I really am so enchanted by this thing. I never even knew giant moving sand dunes like this existed! this is a mini biome that has only existed for a few hundred years and will eventually end the same way it began! and yet it’s become so important to the land and the animals that live and pass through here that people have fought to give it legal protection in the limited time it has yet to exist! I’m so glad it’s being taken care of and protected. what an absolute wonder. I’m so, so glad I took the time to read about it. god. geography you guys !!!!!!!

[jreed3842]

Here’s some more poorly drawn Pokémon drawn solely from my memory!

I think I’m gonna do these two at a time!

There is something so freeing about the “this doesn’t have to be good” mindset

And so I am just putting the art out there. And it’s just legit a lot of fun, and gives me more stuff to draw which helps me keep at it. Because I’ll never improve if I don’t keep going!

The next two guys on my favorite Pokémon list are Bulbasaur and Treecko. Bulbasaur was my very first Pokémon so he’s got a special place in my heart. And for a long time Treecko was my favorite grass starter until Rowlett came along!

Also Treecko is cracking me up. He’s so ugly! Haha! He looks like a fucked up Yoshi!

[evilpenguinrika]

Hosie+fankids Pokemon AU

I AM WEAK FOR AUs, WEAK I SAY😭😓😞

Anyway here's a list of Hosie+my Hosie fankids's Pokemon team and the explanations for why I picked the specific Pokemon for them under the cut bc this got long and I don't wanna spam the tag with constantly long-ass posts all the time (especially when those long-ass posts are AU specific lmao rip)🙏

And who knows mayhaps I'll draw a Hosie Pokemon AU in the future one day. Gotta have a point of reference for me to look back to👀

Okay, enough rambling from me, hope you enjoy this long list of Hosie Pokemon AU and also so sorry for all the reading under the cut

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Hope Mikaelson

Delphox

Lycanroc Midnight

Gliscor

Garchomp

Absol

Alolan Ninetails

Hope’s first three Pokemon represent her Tribrid side. Delphox = witch, Lycnroc Midnight = werewolf, Gliscor = vampire. I don’t think there’s really much need to go into detail as to why I picked these three Pokemon for Hope 😛 

For the other three, Garchomp, Absol, Alolan Ninetails, it’s all about aesthetics, really. Garchomp, I found out, is a pseudo-legendary, so I think it fits her pretty well being a Tribrid. I mean, aside from her eldest daughter Lana, there’s no one else in the supernatural world that’s a Tribrid like her. Plus, Hope with a Dragon type on her team is pretty dope if you ask me. 

Absol has this infamous connection to disaster. And… Well… I don’t need to explain too much about why I picked Absol for Hope, do I 👀? Plus also it gives me this like, lone-wolf type of vibe which fits Hope’s vibes a bit.

Finally, Alolan Ninetails! Look, I don’t know why, but I associate ice/snow with Hope. It just somehow happened that way (maybe also because Hope=ice Josie=fire and the typical ice/fire tropes in some ships 👀). But Alolan Ninetails is also majestic as fuck, and that’s also Hope. She is also majestic as fuck and she deserves to have a gorgeous and majestic Pokemon on her team.

Honourable mentions: Zoroark, Mawile, Lucario, Smeargle

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Josie Saltzman

Sunflora

Spiritomb

Mismagius

Houndoom

Haterene

Leafeon

The two Grass types, Sunflora and Leafeon, in Josie’s team made me think of her affiliation with plants and I do not remember if that is a canon thing that Josie really loves plants, or if it was a fanon thing that was created through, well, the fandom. But I thought it worked regardless

For Mismagius and Spiritomb, I picked them specifically to represent Josie’s (Siphoner sorta) witch and her Dark!Josie era on the show. Mismagius obviously being the witch and Spiritomb being Dark!Josie. It helps that Spiritomb is also a Dark type, and it does make me think of when Josie like put all that dark energy into that dark object, so it works!

I picked Houndoom for Josie because of her pyromaniac tendencies teehee 😜 lol I'm half kidding. I did remember there was a moment with her character and fire: Penelope's hair, the confession letter, that one scene where she blows out a little match–I thought it wouldn't be a Josie team if I didn't have a Fire type with her. And the reason for Houndoom specifically is because Houndoom is cool and also part Dark type which ties back to her Dark!Josie era.

Haterene and actually Leafeon too, are because I’m a sucker for giving twins paired Pokemon haha. So while those two are Josie’s, Lizzie’s has Grimmsnarl and Glaceon. Haterene because she also has this fairytale witchy vibe, which I thought was kinda fitting for that one fairytale scene in the show where Hope jumps into Josie’s mind or something to deal with Dark!Josie. Leafeon because, c’mon. Eeveelution pair Leafeaon and Glaceon, it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up!

Honourable mentions: Lechonk, Plusle, Gothitelle, Lilligant

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Lana Mikaelson

Delphox (shiny)

Mightyena

Hydreigon

Brambleghast

Meowstic (F)

Froslass

Lana is also a Tribrid like Hope, but I also wanted to give her some differences in her starting three Pokemon so she’s not like a carbon copy shadow of Hope. With that being said, I do have her first Pokemon be Delphox, like Hope’s. I thought maybe it would be sweet for Hope's Delphox to have eggs and Hope passed one to Lana and it hatched into a Fennekin. A next gen thing. But shiny because in my mind, Lana's magical fires take on a more black and purple hue (even if shiny Delphox’s fire is still red lol).

Mightyena and Hydreigon represent her werewolf and vampire side in her Tribrid title thing. Now, I know Hydreigon is a three-headed Dragon and nothing to do with vampires or even has a vampire motif. But lemme tell you something: it's fine. Don't worry about it. Lana with a kick-ass Dragon type like Hydreigon is hella dope don't come at me I'm fragile. Also Hydreigon, I just found out, is a pseudo-legendary type, which I think fits with Lana’s Tribrid nature. Not full legendary rare, but still rare enough that there’s no one else like her except for her Mom (which is also very fitting because Hope has a pseudo-legendary with Garchomp, another Dragon type).

Brambleghast is an immediate must because aside from black-purple fire, I think it's neat that her magic also manifests in brambles/briars. So this Pokemon is literally perfect for her.

Meowstic and Froslass give me this like, stand-offish and cool vibe, which honestly fits Lana's entire personality of a typical ice princess vibe who may or may not have a superiority complex.

Honourable mentions: Vileplume, Haterene, Tsareena, Abomasnow, Doublade

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Hayley Mikaelson

Lycanroc Midday

Primeape

Toxicroak

Gallade

Nidoking

Espeon

Hayley is the only werewolf–aside from Lana but she’s a Tribrid–amongst her supernatural siblings. So I thought it would be rather sweet if Hayley also have a Lycanroc but Midday form. I like to think that maybe Hope’s Lycanroc had babies and Hayley ended up getting one of the Rockruffs. Like passing on a legacy hehehe.

Asides from that, Hayley’s the type who will pull punches, she will act first and asks questions later type of person. So having a few Fighting types on her team was a no brainer. Like Primeape, Toxicroak, and Gallade–the latter which I just found out is part Fighting so that was a fun discovery.

I also thought Poison types would fit Hayley pretty well (and maybe it had something to do with the fact that Poison type logo colour is purple, and purple is her colour lmao). Which is where Toxicroak and Nidoking comes in. Plus, they would also fit in the power punches that is more of Hayley’s playstyle in combat.

Like with Josie, I love, love, love giving paired Pokemon to twins because I’m a massive lame unoriginal dork! Except I did bounce between giving Hayley either Flareon or Vaporeon to match with Jay’s Jolteon. Ended up not picking Flareon even tho she’s a spitfire because I feel like fire is a bit more of Jay’s thing even tho I picture Jay having more of an affinity to lightning. So then I thought maybe Vaporeon? But in the end I picked Espeon (it did pain me to not give Jay Umbreon because to me, Espeon and Umbreon are a pair) because purple is Hayley’s colour but I also think Espeon fits her, especially because Espeon is a Psychic type and Hayley has a few Fighting types, and Psychic is effective against Fighting. It also would tie into the fact that, despite Hayley being very hard-headed and tough, she still has that vulnerable moment to her that she tends to hide away from other people. It’s a pretty good balance!

Honourable mentions: Noivern, Weavile, Scrafty, Pangoro, Mienshao, Medicham, Swoobat

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Jay Mikaelson

Jolteon (shiny)

Toxtricity Amped

Spiritomb

Yamask

Flygon

Typhlosion

Look, I don’t have to repeat that I love giving twins paired Pokemon, because we been knew lmao. Jolteon is perfect for Jay because I always pictured him to have this affinity with lightning. However, I am a bit stumped on if I want Jolteon to be shiny or not, because Jay’s main colour is green (more like olive green), but we shall see. My answer will probably end up being a “yes his Jolteon is shiny and Hayley probably hates that he got a shiny Pokemon” haha. Shiny Jolteon it is then!

To keep in theme with his association with lightning, I gave him Toxtricity Amped form because I thought it’d be cool. Sometimes there’s just no deep reasoning. Sometimes it’s just “i think this is cool” lol.

Spiritomb for Jay is the same reasoning I have for Josie except he doesn’t really do what she did in the show and messed around with a dark object. But I thought it would be neat to give him Spiritomb (maybe this is actually Josie’s Spiritomb that she passed down to Jay, who knows). With Yamask, I didn’t have much of a story on why he has one, but I think I thought it fits him? I don’t really know how to explain why I think that. It just does.

Gave him a Flygon on his team because, like with Toxtricity, I just think it’d be neat! Also green lol. No but there is actually a little bit of reasoning. So asides from lightning, I think Jay would also have an affinity with the Earth/ground. So it fits that Flygon is a Ground(/Dragon) type as well. Flygon also has pretty good speed stat, and to be honest, Jay is very nimble and agile when he’s in combat and isn’t using his magic. I have a lot of his melee fights incorporate a lot of contemporary dance and gymnastic moves because I think it would be really interesting for him to use a lot of that in his melee fights, plus it would be pretty creative writing-wise to see what sort of things I can come up with to make those fights feel fluid because he is very agile and dextrous.

Typhlosion is there because I am biased and I love Typhlosion, fave starter of gen 2 babeyyy. But also has that little small spark of fire that he and Josie shares and I think that’s pretty neat heehee.

Honourable mentions: Raichu, Grovyle, Breloom, Altaria, Pidgeot, Ambipom, Toedscool

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Leo Mikaelson

Litleo

Chansey

Granbull

Sliggoo

Aggron

Mimikyu

For Leo, I obviously had to give him Litleo. There was no way I couldn’t not give him Litleo, his name is practically in the name. Perfect Pokemon for our sweet summer child boi.

I actually had a tough time picking out the rest of Leo’s team and had to go back and forth with his way more than the others. Mostly because I had a thought of “what if he just has primarily Fairy types for the rest of his team” which evolved into “oh what about he has Fairy and Dragon types” which then evolved into “what if he just has these conventionally “””scary””” Pokemon on his team in contrast of his sunny bright disposition”. I think I did end up sticking with that regarding Granbull and Aggron.

Chansey came about because Leo wants to help his family out no matter what. That includes learning how to do potions even though he has no magic. That means learning up on werewolf packs and diplomacy even though he’s not a werewolf. That means researching the history of vampires–which becomes a family history thing–and figuring out ways to help rippers. He also makes sure his family is taken care of if they end up in some battle and are hurt. That’s where Chansey comes in. In Pokemon, Nurse Joy’s in every Pokemon Centre has a Chansey. They are like the poster Pokemon for Pokemon Centres. And in some of the Dex entries, Chansey is a very helping Pokemon. Whether that’s giving people or Pokemon its egg to eat to heal them, or bringing trainer’s happiness if they’re caught. That’s Leo. That is completely Leo.

Gave him Sliggoo to also balance out the Fairy types that he had on his team! I think it'd be neat for him to have a Dragon type. Because, tbh, Leo is gregarious and befriends creatures so quickly no matter what or how they act. Leo has amassed an army of creatures who will protect him no matter the cost and that's super precious to me haha. Which brings me back to my reasoning for giving him Granbull and Aggron lol (I know they're not scary ok).

And with Mimikyu, at first it was because I personally love Mimikyu but the more I thought about it the more I went “oh wait the lore of Mimikyu would maybe perhaps fit Leo’s arc of being the only human in a family of supernaturals and feeling very low of himself and inferior because he’s the “token human”. Like it would play into his insecurities a bit, but then he would, of course, eventually learn to embrace that yeah, he is the token human and will fuck shit up for those who underestimate him because he’s just a human.

Honourable mentions: Shinx, Tinkaton, Dedenne, Grimmsnarl, Tyranitar, Altaria, Flapple, Garfaiai, Smeargle, Victreebel, Ditto, Bewear

[symptoms-syndrome]

do you wanna rate different sonic designs? like when you put 'sonic designs over the years' in google images the third one (for me) is an image with different sonic designs and the year that one's from haha, i'd be really curious to hear your opinions!!!

I FORGOT TO FINISH THIS anyway here it is now. I have a 10 image post limit tho booooo.

HELL YEAH I DO I'm bad at ratings but I'm going to give my opinions!!! Under a cut bc. Long AF. The Sonics I chose are somewhat arbitrary TBH, and mostly focusing on box art and drawings instead of in-game models

Classic 1991 Sonic Box Art Sonic (Japan)

Fun little guy!!! Adorable! Not my favorite and I think the airbrush style isn't really my thing, but it's very Of The Time and I can respect that. He looks like what he was made for, a mascot for kids! Very friendly

Classic 1991 Sonic Box Art Sonic (USA)

Not gonna lie. Least favorite Sonic design. He looks kinda mean. I don't like his mohawk thing going on. IDK he just looks mean to me and I don't like him very much, I don't see why they had to change the design for America. They didn't change the sprite in the game. He doesn't have the same friendly and fun vibe. Why is his belly shaded like that.

Sonic Adventure/Adventure 2 Box Art (1998-2000)

This guy fucks and I love him. What is that pose? Cool as fuck!!! No respect for staying on model or whatever simply Vibes. He's so stretchy and I think I remember hearing this style was inspired by graffiti, which I can absolutely see. It's iconic, it's cool, it's dramatic, 11/10 all around. It's such a distinctive style and very, very On Brand for Sonic in the late 90s/early 2000s. He's just a cool cool guy!!!

Modern Sonic (general 1998-2000s/today)

Diehard Sonic fans are killing me w their mind RN. If ur not in the Sonic fandom u may not understand, but diehard Sonic fans have extremely strong opinions about their Favorite Modern Sonic or How Modern Sonic Should Look and will start a riot at Sega headquarters over them changing the hex code of his blue or the length of his spikes or legs or what the fuck ever. I'm not even joking people got SO MAD over this change:

Anyway I'm not one of those people. Modern Sonic is just. This guy! You look at him and he's Sonic. To me he's the Base Sonic, the Default Sonic, and I love him a lot! He's my favorite mostly just because I have the most associations with him. He's the Sonic that was in almost all the games I played. He's cool!!! Recognizable from classic Sonic while still looking different, has a lot of personality, distinctive silhouette, all that art school design stuff. But also he's just Sonic! He's cool he's simple. I don't have strong opinions about his design vs others because to me he's just Sonic and I love Sonic very very much.

Sonic Boom (2014-2017)

This guy was REALLY controversial, mostly because it's the biggest design change for Sonic that isn't like, a conditional thing (werehog, Excalibur Sonic, etc.) I really like his design though! They were going for a like, all the Sonic characters are very nature-y (the tape, live on a beach/island in grass roof houses, that kind of thing) and Eggman is very modern and robotic. I think it's cool to give them such distinct looks, also the redesigns to the rest of the cast really emphasized their skills and differences so they didn't look as alike as before, which I like.

I didn't like the Sonic Boom series TBH, it felt too self-deprecating and shallow compared to what I'm used to. A lot of the characters felt very flat, which was disappointing for such a cool redesign. I also hated Sticks (the character on the right) in general, I found her annoying and her character was just kind of a joke on paranoia and stuff like that. But strictly design speaking, I really like Sonic Boom. Not more than regular modern Sonic, but I think it could've been a cool side franchise type thing if they'd like. Been better about it. I also love his neck scarf it gives him puppy vibes to me. Like a golden retriever fresh from the groomer.

Movie Sonic (2020-)

I LOVE THIS GUY!!! He's just a kid! They did a good job of making him look a bit younger than regular modern Sonic, which fits his whole Vibe. I like how they gave his spikes that cool texture while still keeping the shape of Sonic, I was concerned about how they'd do that when the movie was first announced.

He's adorable! I wanna hug him!!! He gives me little brother energy! You look at him and you know what he's about, he's a kid who likes fun!

Okay now getting into some specific designs because! It's my blog and I want to.

Sonic Riders (2006-2010)

This fucks severely. I love the really cool shading style and outline! And the animation for it is sick as hell too!

IDK it's just super fucking cool I love his shoes and his goggles. He just looks extremely cool, like a big brother in the 2000s.

Sonic OVA (1996)

He's so cute! I like him, he's a little less chibi-esque than classic Sonic but still very cute. I think it fits his attitude, like he's sort of childish in the OVA and he looks like a young teen to me.

Werehog from Sonic Unleashed (2008)

FUCK YEAH MONSTERY SONIC he's so cool. He's so tough looking and I like how they made him really different while still being distinctly Sonic. His arms are stretchy too! I wish Unleashed had polished his gameplay more so he'd be more appreciated.

[skrunksthatwunk]

twitter/twitch ass progressives please stop using ironic bigotry towards groups that you're not a part of challenge (impossible). I'm serious you're irony poisoned and you need to go stick your hand in a bucket of marbles to reset

[madlydraws]

Its about the yearning, lads

Lyrics by strawberry blond by Mistki!

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

This is just Final fantasy, isn’t it? [Intro]

A/N: Am I gonna try and write for FFXIV? Yes. Am I probably going to do terrible because the speech is too hard? Also yes, but I’m gonna try. I’m still editing the stupid first part so you can have a short intro instead so you know what the stupid unoriginal idea is. I blame @hamfie​. Thanks.

You could hear… footsteps. On grass. Wood? Stone? Voices? Laughter. Far away mumbles and rumbles. Running water.

You felt… sore. Very sore. Like you had been stretched out and had come back together again.

You thought that—

You thought something was wrong.

Opening your eyes revealed a blue sky; you were lying on your back. Sitting up didn’t really help things either. It took a lot of effort because your whole body was aching. There was a mild annoying pain in every muscle that shifted even slightly.

You were in a grassy area. A park maybe? Your mind was very hazy and you couldn’t quite grasp what you were seeing. It was probably familiar—it felt familiar. To your left was a building of some kind. People were walking past you at regular frequency. That explained the footsteps you were hearing. A lot of them were actually looking at you with a worried expression, but still continued on.

Where were you?

What happened? What was the last thing you could remember? You were at home and then… Just white noise. You distinctly remember being in your home, but you were drawing a complete blank after a certain point.

It made your heart race with anxiety. What happened? Why couldn’t you remember?

It took some effort to stand, but you managed okay. You were in a park or something right? Some of the haze cleared in your mind and you started taking in some details of your environment a little bit better. There was definitely a lot of nature around you, grass, trees, flora—it was beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

Something glittered bright and blue just further down the path.

Familiar, you felt. You thought.

Your feet slowly led you towards the blue glittering thing, like a moth to a flame. There was something important about it. You wandered past the people, hypnotised by the light. It wasn’t until you were standing right in front of it that you realised what it was. 

And then it all clicked into place.

“Aw, fuck. That’s an Aetheryte.”

A/N: isekai’d bihhh~ my idea is just stupid fluffy shorts of you interacting with characters who adore you because that’s all I write. You aren’t the Warrior of Light, in fact he is a character all on his own- Meteor. The fics posted won’t need to be read in order because they’re not written in order. There is a lot of stupid, a lot of fluff and a lot of thirst haha.

[writersplight]

modern (streamer) berucon headcanons ;

connie's 5'10, and has a septum ring piercing and small gauges ,, also his head is bleached and someone always paints a cute design on it (usually mikasa or annie do that)

bert's 6'4,, he's working on a mullet and has a vertical labret piercing (he has said he wants more piercings but he's a little indecisive of what he wants)

connie streams video games and art n all he was planning to do was show his roommate/crush how fun streaming is,, he didn't plan on bert joining his streams often

he streamed his homework, when digital pieces were allowed to be submitted,,

bert was way more interested in how connie's video games streams worked (connie didn't mind bc it meant that he could get away with doodling bert as his warm up sketches)

so, connie put his commissions on the backburner, and picked a random friday to have bert join him

not knowing what was in store, but loving the "psychological horror" tag, connie chose doki doki literature club to stream

connie fell for sayori—the childhood friend to lover trope is one he holds dear because his first girlfriend was his best friend, sasha—so it wasn't a surprise when he started sobbing when she died

he couldn't help it, it was so fucked up how she went

they had to pause the stream because he couldn't stop wailing over sayori's death

connie's all like "DID YOU KNOW?? DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MONIKA?? IS THAT WHY YOU AGREED?" he's such a mess it's almost embarrassing

bert didn't really have a favorite until the end, when natsuki revealed how worry she was about yuri's change in behavior (you know,, instead of also becoming obsessed with mc as everyone else did)

connie sends bert horrible deep-fried memes at ungodly hours, and bert loves them all

on their phones; bert's contact name is "colossus kinnie 🗿" n connie's is "uung 👨‍🦲⬇️ 🍃"

they have a tiktok where they were supposed to post clips of their stream vods, but it's become a place where they also post tiktoks together (bert is always reluctant but he has fun)

connie n bert are weed enjoyers tm

bert found out connie liked him due to someone on stream making an offhand comment about it, and bert read it and was like "haha, imagine that, right connie?" and connie didn't say anything bc he's not one to deny liking someone (especially after telling his fans so much abt bert to they point that they always ask about him)

leaving for work afterwards was so awkward, because bert didn't know what to say exactly, but working helped him sort his thoughts

they talked about it as soon as he got home, with bert's face all red and his super sweaty hands

dream come true for connie tbh

bert has learned to like chilling on his boyfriend's art stream, sitting there on and modding it, and yelling at connie to draw anything than him

but he's also helpful in case con mixes up colors

he's a bit color blind but doesn't do anything about it,, just pushes through

makes for good art pieces though

c: "babe, this is a grassy landscape" b: "like,, from an alien planet? that's piss yellow grass" c: "sometimes grass is piss-colored,"

[blueink-san]

TRIGGER WARNING: yandere, violence, blood

Yandere Izuru Kamukura X Reader

🎐

It was a chilly night as usual. On the same position you’ve been for the last 78 nights. On someone’s house. No, no, not just on anybody’s house. It was Izuru Kamkura’s. The Izuru Kamukura. Observing him at school isn’t enough, since you barely spot him around, and you have your own classes too. And what better idea to spend your free time watching over the man you obsess over? God, he’s so perfect you don’t even know where to begin. His perfection can’t be described by any word, and all you knew was that you loved him.

As usual, he was in his room, writing something on his notebook with one hand supporting his head, clearly bored of what he’s doing. What is he writing, you wonder. Could it be his entries of what happened today? Complaints of how boring everything was and uses writing to escape a big wave of boredom he experienced today? Or was it… about you?

Oh what heaven to be noticed by the Izuru Kamukura. To think that he would even notice you. Well, that doesn’t really matter, since you want him to notice you anyway. You need to be noticed. Or if this goes on any longer, the rope that hols you and your sanity together will snap like a twig perched on by an ostrich.

His cold, red eyes shot a quick glance in your direction. Afraid of getting caught, you withdrew your head from above, prohibiting him an access to your presence.

Aw man. His cold, red eyes. Looking as commanding as ever. It never fails to send shivers down your spine. The kind where it doesn’t need to force you, because you willingly submit to it. For him to look at you like that…

You suddenly heard a noise, but oddly enough, it wasn’t coming from his room. It was coming from across you.

You diverted to where the noise was. An animal? You hope so. That’ll be nothing to sweat about. But when you saw someone else emerging from the bushes, jealousy took over you and your face frowned. For all of the days you kept watch, you never thought that someone would begin to do the same. You thought you were the only one to do this. You thought at night, you can solo Kamukura. Have him all for yourself. Yet why is he here?!

Wrecker of plans. Annoying luckster. Clumsy motherfucker.

The most familiar white head popped from the corner. Who knew this creep was also spying on Izuru? He’s creepy. Kamukura doesn’t need him. In fact, Izuru doesn’t need anyone except you.

With anger and annoyance bubbling in your chest, you stepped down from the tree. You would think of the things you wanted to say. Rehearse it, so it doesn’t come off as rude. But with him, it makes it hard to turn your filter on. You wanted to personally lash your anger out at him. And that’s what the purpose of your knife is. You grip the hilt tightly on your back, trying to suppress all the emotions you feel at once.

You playfuly ran, trying to show an unharmful demeanor.  Greeting him in a hushed tone, you said, “Good evening, Komaeda.”

“Oh! Hi! What a coincidence meeting you here.”

God, you wanted to strangle him so bad. You nervously chuckled, “Right?”

“A bit odd that you are here.”

You’re the creep. Fucking weirdo! I’m only doing this for Izuru. Out of love!

“I wasn’t really doing anything…haha.”

“Were you spying on Kamukura?”

“N-no I wasn’t.” You started to nervously sweat.

He chuckled waving his hands sideways, “Ahaha! You don’t have to hide it. You were clearly creeping on Kamukura!”

Having enough of this light-hearted conversation, you felt your emotions take over you and your body as a whole. You grabbed Nagito in his collar, pulling him towards you and pushing him with all your might onto the ground.

“Listen here, you worthless idiot. I was not creeping. I was just observing, looking, watching out, protecting, anything your small brain can think of! I was doing it all for Kamukura.”

You finally draw the tool that you have been concealing from him all this time. You saw the terror in Komaeda’s eyes, vision focused on the weapon that you had above his head. You pinned his shoulder with your left and held the knife on your right.

You didn’t hesitate to plunge it to him right away. “THIS IS FOR CREEPING ON HIM! THIS IS FOR ACCUSING ME OF BEING CREEPY! THIS IS FOR BEING CLOSE WITH HIM! THIS IS FOR BEING YOU!” You synchronized tour stabs with everything you wanted a payback for. You had nothing in mind except for this man to finally lose his breath. You relentlessly continued your mutilation, plunging deeper and more, until you were satisfied.

For who knows how long, you finally got up, loosely holding the knife that was dripping with the crimson liquid. Coming down from your anger, you noticed what you just did. You made a total mess. You smeared the fine grass on Izuru’s backyard. You ruined it.

Anyway. Now that that bastard is gone, you can now go back on spying on your beloved. You climbed up the tree, being careful on your way up. Using all the four of your limbs and your eyes to your path. But before you could even reach the top, you heard a voice from above.

“I witnessed the whole thing.”

A cool night breeze gently blew. Oh god. He saw everything. You killed. Your god has seen you kill. Do you dare look at his eyes?

“You… interest me.”

[Log #2

9:17 pm, Wednesday, 09/01/2021]

-BlueInk-san

[duckymcdoorknob]

Two Pints ‘A Sam Adams.

Prompt: The night after the Winter’s Ball, the guys hang at Laf’s house to discuss their luck. A very drunk John gets the blues when he learns Alex met someone. Until Laf gets an Idea...

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!

Warnings: drinking, tickling, A N G S T Y.

Ships: Lams

Word count: too fuckin many. Probably about 2.5-3k

1780, A winter’s ball. And Alexander was the envy of all. Well, just of his friends. The guys were gathered around Lafayette’s coffee table, reminiscing the night’s events...

“She was totally into you Laf.” Hercules chimed.

“She was! But Alex over ‘ere...” Lafayette spoke with a condescending tone.

“Okay you may be right...” Alex replied fearfully

“But...?” Hercules asked lifting his brows.

“There is no but. Angelica was totally hot, I wanted to try my luck.” Alexander spoke with a smirk.

“You asshole!” Lafayette playfully hit Alexander’s shoulder

“Well I heard...” John finally spoke up, “that you met a special someone tonight...”

“What are you trying to ‘ide, Alex?” Lafayette asked raising his eyebrows twice

“Nothing! Nothing! John is just shit blasted, that’s all.” Alexander laughed off Laf’s question.

“Fuck off, ‘lex! I’m fINE!” John replied with a huff.

“John.. that’s your third pint of Sam’s.” Hercules interrupted.

“I’m not even wasted yet! Fuck you!” John yelled as he took another swing of his alcohol.

“Annnnywayyyys...” Alexander responded, drawing the attention back to him, “I did meet someone”

Hercules turned to face him, Laf’s eyes lit up and John was... scowling?

Alexander went on to talk about Eliza. He talked about her eyes, her smile, her personality... everything. Lafayette left to grab John some water, so he wouldn’t pass out and die.

As Alexander went on, John found himself fighting away his tears. “Why is she so special? I have pretty eyes! And a dazzling smile... and a... tolerable personality.” John thought to himself. He sulked down into his chair, plastered an interested grin and toned Alexander out. His own mind turned on him, putting himself down until he didn’t believe in himself anymore. John brushed it off, he always felt this way. He didn’t feel good enough. It wasn’t until after a few glasses of water, and a little bit of sobriety, when he noticed he was actually hurting.

“John?” Alexander’s voice suddenly sounded, “John buddy are you okay?” His voice was full of concern, as he awaited a response from his friend.

“Alex what’s wrong? Oh shi- John!?” Hercules scooted towards the man.

“Shit guys ‘mfine... what are you all-“ John pauses abruptly. He looked down at his pants to see they were covered in wet spots. He was crying. “Oh yeah... haha that’d probably concern you. This just happens when I get drunk.” John was practically sober now. It wasn’t from his drunkness, it was from Alexander.

“If you say so... we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. We love you man.” Alexander replied.

“Heh. Thanks.” John replies with a sniffle. “Except you don’t... you love Eliza...”

The guys went back to shooting the shit, leaving John alone in his thoughts once again.

Lafayette looked up at John, who had his hands balled up into fists. He clung tightly to the material on his pants, teeth gritted, eyes watering. Laf figured it would be best to not make a scene, so he slowly inched toward John. Once he was near him he ever so carefully brought himself up to John’s level. “You don’t seem fine mon ami”

John looked up at Lafayette, who wore a concerned face, with sympathetic eyes. He then hung his head in shame... how embarrassing, Laf caught him crying, again.

Alexander and Hercules went into the kitchen to grab some food, too immersed in their conversation to notice what was happening.

Lafayette helped John to his feet, and helped him out the front door. It was a mild night, the heat had not yet broken in the city. The crying man collapsed on the soft grass, Lafayette soon sat down criss cross. “Now please, John. Tell me what’s wrong”

John immediately broke down, wailing as he buried his head in his hands. Lafayette practically flung himself to embrace the crumbling man in front of him. “Everything’s going to be okay mon ami. Shhh. It’s okay.”

“He... he... Im just-“ John tried to manage through his hysterics.

“Take your time.” Laf said as he rubbed John’s back.

“I’m... I’m just...” John sighed, he couldn’t take it anymore, “I’m just gay, Laf.” He hung his head in shame, expecting Lafayette to scold him.

“Oh John...” Laf spoke up, “I’m not going to shame you for who you are”

John sighed in relief; tears continued streaming down his face.

“I catch you staring at ‘erc and Alex’s asses all of the time mon ami.” Lafayette said with a chuckle. “Come on, let’s go back inside.”

Laf wipes John’s tears away and helps him to his feet. On their way in, Laf sees the curtain ruffle quickly. Hercules and Alex has seen everything. When they open the door, Alex and Hercules were back in their chairs talking about random things.

“Oh. Hey John, hey Laf! Where’d you guys go?” Alexander questioned with fake interest.

“Oh uh... on a walk.” John said quickly

“To the store.” Laf said at the same time

“To the st-“

“On a walk.” They replied at the same time once more.

“On a walk to the store, yeah...” John replied

“John... dont bullshit us, we heard everything.” Hercules said quietly.

John hung his head in shame. Why couldn’t he just be normal?

“John listen.” Alex said with a half smile, “we aren’t friends with you because we thought you were straight. We’re friends with you because we love you for who you are. Also, how’s my ass look?” He said as he turned around and wiggled.

John let out a genuine laugh, “peachy keen good sir!” he said with a bow, “Thank you guys but.. I just don’t feel good enough for you.” He sighed and looked everywhere but at his friends.

“Well this is quite the dillema we’re in isn’t it.” Lafayette said as he looked at the other group members.

They all plastered the same grin, they knew JUST what to do.

“Come here John everything is fine.” Hercules said as he opened his arms. He pulled John into an embrace and sat down on the floor with him.

“Okay Herc thats enough hugging... seriously let me go.” John said as he tried to wiggle his way out of Herc’s grip. He got stuck at about his chest, he couldn’t move a muscle! “Hercules I mean it! I’m stuck!”

Alexander crawled towards the duo, with an evil grin on his face. “You know John, I think you need to lighten up a bit.” Alex said as he sat in front of them. “You just need to see yourself from our point of view.” Alexander pulled John’s blue shirt up to reveal his toned stomach. “Wow! You’ve been working hard, you’re looking great.”

John hid his head in Hercules’ arms, “Alex you’re embarrassing me.”

“Well I don’t want you to feel down upon yourself! Let’s get our old happy John back! Shall we, Laf?”

Alexander then rested his fingers on John’s stomach.

John yelped and squirmed in Hercules’ grip. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“Yes we fucking would.” Lafayette responded as he gave John’s knee a squeeze.

The two got to work on John. Alexander spidered his fingers all over John’s stomach and sides, while Laf squeezed his knees and thighs.

John felt giggles bubbling up inside of him. “C..come on guys! You d-don’t have to d-do this!”

“But we do!” Alex responded as he changed his attack. He began to squeeze at John’s sides and stomach.

“S-sohohon of a bihihitch!” John whispered as he started giggling.

“That’s the sound we’re looking for!” Lafayette chimed as he straddled John’s legs.

Hercules pinned John’s wrists to the floor with one arm. “Sorry buddy, but it’s for your own good.” He said as he spidered his fingers into John’s clothed underarms.

The man thrashed under all of his friends’ attacks. “Nohohoho! Stahahahap ihihit!” He could only lay on Lafayette’s hard floor and endure his torment.

“Ooh Laf! You thinking what I’m thinking?” Alexander said as he let up his attack.

“Right ahead of you mon ami.” Lafayette responded as he slowly took off John’s boots.

Hercules was still enjoying his time working on John’s underarms. “N-n-nohohoho! Lahahahahaf! Plehehehehahahse dohohohohnt!”

“Sorry John! It’s for your benefit!” Laf chimed in response as he took off both of John’s boots.

Hercules let up his attack, “this should be fun.” He said with a chuckle. He held down both of John’s arms in preparation.

“WAIHAHAIT! PLEAHAHAHAEHESE!” John cried as Laf brought a finger towards his most ticklish spot.

“Such a beautiful sound, John! I think we should hear more!” Alexander said while straddling John’s hips, “ready, Herc? Laf?”

Hercules nodded and the men assaulted their spots. Herc worked his fingers around John’s underarms, Alexander drilled his thumbs into John’s hips, Laf masterfully assaulted John’s socked feet.

John yelled in protest as his friends’ attacks were almost overwhelming. “GAHAHAHA- OH GOHOHOHOD PLEEHEHEHEAHAHSE STAHAHAHAP!” He pounded his fist into the hard floor beneath him.

“ ‘ey! be careful with my floor! Don’t you dare brea-“ there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” Laf chimed happily. The three men stopped their attacks, expect for Alex who would sneak a few squeezes to John’s stomach.

The door opened and standing in the doorway was an intrigued Aaron Burr. “What in the hell are you three-“ John yelped as Alex poked him again, “four doing?”

“John is sad. He needed a laugh.” Alexander said giving John’s side a firm squeeze.

“Burr! Buhuhurr you gohohot to hehelp me.” John said panting

“Well I was going to come to talk about the ball but... hey. No reason to wait for it.” Aaron rolled his sleeves up and positioned himself at John’s side.

“Im doomed.” John said with his voice an octave higher.

Lafayette took his opportunity to peel off John’s socks. “Burr ‘es a screamer. Prepare yourself.”

Aaron chuckled and hovered his hands teasingly over John’s stomach.

Giggles poured out of him and he writhed about to get away from Burr’s torturous hands.

“Im not even touching you! What’s so funny?” Aaron after fake offended.

“Where’d you learn to tease like that?” Alex said with a chuckle.

“Only the best.” He nudged Alex’s shoulder.

“One.” Hercules spoke up suddenly.

“Two.” Aaron said as he positioned his fingers above John’s writhing figure.

“THREE!” They all yelled. John said his prayers in his head as he knew he was about to be wrecked.

Lafayette held back John’s toes and began to rake his fingers up and down the poor man’s most ticklish spot. Aaron squeezed at John’s stomach, Alex drilled into the man’s hip bones and Hercules was content at his underarms.

John cried out in agony as his attackers overwhelmed him.

“OHOHOHO MAHAHAHY GOHOHOHOD FUHUHUHUCK!” He screamed.

“Yo! There’s no fucking cursing in my ‘ouse!” Lafayette barked as he stared to spider his fingers along The ball of John’s feet.

Tears of mirth formed in John’s eyes as he could only sit and endure his torment. His laughter flowed out of him. His eyes were tightly squeezed shut and his whole body was shaking.

Hercules gently put his knees on John’s wrists. Careful as to not hurt him, and pulled John’s shirt over his head. He then began to spider his fingers along the sides of John’s arms, up into his underarms and all over his chest.

John smacked Hercules lightly in the back, but gave up and endured the hell he was facing.

Aaron stopped his attack, audibly apologized to all his friends for what he was about to do, and prepared his next assault. “Watch this.” He yelled over John’s thick laughter. Everyone’s attack stopped and John took this time to breathe. “I learned this from a friend of mine.” Burr said while bringing him head down towards John’s stomach. He put his lips together a blew a fat raspberry into John’s stomach.

“BUHUHURR- AHHH! AHH MAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAD! DOHOHOHONT!”

The trio took this as their final stretch before John would be too tired. They all increased their attack tenfold and watched John move into hysterics.

“MER- MERHEHEHEHCYHYHY! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHKE IHIHIT AHAHAHNYMOHOHOHOREHEHE! AH GAHAHAHAHAD PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE! STAHAHAP!”

Everyone stopped immediately and got off of John. Alex gave one last poke to John’s sensitive stomach. The man yelped and curled into a ball.

“Nohoho... nohoho mohohore.” He said in soft laughter as he felt a pair of hands on his body.

Lafayette picked up John like a baby and put him on the couch.

The three other men chatted with Lafayette as they let John rest. Nearly an hour into their chat, Alex spoke up.

“I think he feels much better now.” Alex brought up quietly.

“Agreed.” Hercules responded

“What was he upset about in the first place?” Aaron inquired.

“I don’t know.” Lafayette lied, “maybe ‘e was upset that ‘e didn’t bring ‘ome a date.”

John sighed in relief from his spot on the couch. “Thanks Laf.”

Hercules and Alex looked back at John, who was still smiling.

“Well.” Aaron said as he stood up from his chair, “I best be going”

Just as Burr went to open the door, the sky opened up and it was pouring outside.

“Since you cant go anymore.” John spoke up, “C..can you um... c..can you do that again?” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the floor.

Burr smiled evilly and sighed. “John Laurens, are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed us completely wrecking you? And now you want us to do exactly that once again?”

John tried to stutter out a response

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” Aaron interrupted, “gentlemen?”

The quad smiled evilly and charged at John, then they soon had him on the floor in the same position.

John’s sweet laughter was heard echoing for hours again.