#anyway this was going to be a quick doodle and ended up being the most detailed portrait we've ever drawn

[thethingything]

so anyway, here's another drawing of this guy

(there's a version without the background under the read more)

[jals-stuff]

Some Rayne brainrot...

this is some stupid (and a bit horny??? no? yes? i don't know) stuff that went through my mind last night

MDNI PLEASE! this spawned in my head, no context

warnings: female reader, rayne is ooc and pervy, he is staring, dubcon (bit steamy at the end), bit of swearing, bit of horniness, mentions of boobies and peen...

i am very sorry, i wrote this with 0 hours of sleep. barely proofread. enjoy

Rayne Ames. The Divine Visionary, the Sword Cane.

If you watch animal documentaries, you are probably aware that cheetahs can stay in the same position for up to sixteen hours without moving at all…

Well, it so happens that Rayne’s facial expression is like a cheetah. He somehow always looks like you’ve told him a really bad pun, and he’s judging you for it (not funny, did not laugh). He probably even has this face on while he sleeps, eats, showers, and probably even while he decides to please himself. 

And yet, despite looking annoyed every second of the day, despite looking like the unfriendliest guy in the whole Academy, he looks absolutely stunning. Anyone would agree that Rayne Ames is a feast on the eyes. And you, as his seatmate in class, aren’t one to deny this.

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It was your last class hour for today and you couldn’t wait to go back to your dorm room and rot in bed like the absolute lazybone you were. Changing out of your uniform was now an emergency, as the shirt you had picked today was somehow way too tight for you.

Being clueless with basic things such as laundry had its pros and cons. Sure, your clothes were smaller now and you could barely fit; but it made you look incredibly sexy! …or so you kept telling yourself. Maybe you were just trying to cope with the fact that you were incredibly bad at basic human tasks.

You made your way to the classroom and got your notebook out. 

Today’s subject was pure theory, and you would’ve fallen asleep if you didn’t have the most scrumptious distraction sitting right next to you. You spent the hour doodling, taking notes whenever you paid enough attention to do so, and mostly throwing quick glances at your seatmate, Rayne, who was way too focused on the soporific theoretical experiments your elderly professor was passionately explaining, to pay attention to you.

When the old man turned around to write something on the blackboard, Rayne finally turned a fraction of his attention towards you. Of course, this happened during the minuscule amount of time you weren’t looking at him, and he took notice of a few things.

First of all, your notes were an absolute mess. Instead of trying to keep them consistent, you had picked a few words the teacher said, and chose to throw them into an adventure with other words, picked at different moments during class, resulting in an abomination that wouldn’t make sense, even to you. But you wouldn’t know, of course, since you never read your notes anyway. 

He would give you bonus points for the adorable little bunnies you had been doodling for the majority of your time in class, though.

Secondly, you seemed like you were about to sleep, but given the way you were taking notes, everything sort of made sense. Not your notes though, only the fact that you weren’t invested enough to stay awake.

Third of all, your shirt. He wished his eyes hadn’t lingered for such a long time on it. Why was it so tight? “Is she so dumb she can’t even do laundry?”, he wondered to distract himself from the fact that the button that kept your shirt closed around the chest area had the strength of a thousand lions. 

His eyes moved back to your face, and at this very moment, you chose to look at him. Your eyes met, and his expression was, as always, unreadable. Was he bored? Upset? Annoyed? At this point you were pretty sure he didn’t know any better. But it seemed a bit different this time, you could’ve sworn you saw his lower lid twitching slightly. 

You decided to turn your attention back to the teacher— or at least pretend to, for a while, and it lasted for a whopping fifty seconds. Efforts had been made! You deemed yourself deserving of a little treat, and an attempt was made to look at Rayne once again.

His eyes were still on you. Now it really felt like he was upset. You were used to his icy glare but it was getting a little uncomfortable, and so, as one does, you had a great shitty idea. You decided that stretching your back could maybe help you release some of this discomfort, and your button, may it rest in peace, gave up on its sole task of keeping your shirt closed. 

You couldn’t tell where it went at all. In fact, you didn’t even notice, but you did feel a little more comfortable now that your chest area was no longer being compressed, except it was in a literal meaning now, and not just figuratively speaking. You could still feel Rayne’s eyes on you, and decided that you wouldn’t look at him for the rest of this oh so boring class.

What you hadn’t noticed was that his eyes were no longer on your face, but rather on the missing button’s previous spot. “Is she so dumb she can’t take care of her clothing?”, he wondered to distract himself from the fact that he could now clearly see your bra. 

He could see that one mesmerising spot where your breasts were pushing in a wondrous effort to get out of their insufferable lace prison. In fact, pretty much anyone could’ve seen it if they had turned around, but it seemed this professor was either hypnotic or soporific because everyone was staring in his direction. 

You were then blissfully unaware of the fact that Rayne was now leading an internal battle. He had to get his eyes off of your cleavage, for your breasts were not the only things screaming for freedom anymore. Ah, perhaps Rayne was also bad at laundry, because his pants felt increasingly tight the longer he stared at you.

Divine Visionary or not, he was but a man, and what power does a man hold when presented with sweet bosoms? None. That’s right. He tried to think about anything else. Rabbits? His little brother, Finn? The concerning relationship Lance had with his little sister? The way alcoholism thrived amongst the ranks of the State police? No matter what went through his head, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He had to do something about it, and you were probably not escaping this one.

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As soon as the bell rang, he closed his coat as much as he could, and grabbed your arm before you could leave, and this time you could tell he was pretty upset. Why? How could you know? You didn’t know anything. Had your head not been attached to your shoulders, you would’ve probably lost it already. 

Instead of giving you any sort of explanation, he immediately dragged you with him. Your life felt like a movie that was playing in front of your eyes. My time has come, you thought, but… not quite.

You found yourself in Rayne’s dorm room, locked in with him. His roommate wasn’t there, and it was clear this crime would leave no witnesses. 

It took him half a second to remove his coat and— oh. You were suddenly in Egypt.

Everything was there: the stone hard pyramid, the Sphinx (that seemed ready to pounce on you), and the heat. Oh boy, the heat. As a very refined lady (yes you are), you brought your hand to your chest in indignation, and oh, how distraught you felt when you realised that your beloved chest button was nowhere to be seen. It was all starting to make sense.

Without a word, he pushed you against the wall and his lips met yours in a rough, steamy kiss. Your whole body felt like it was on fire; his toned chest was pressing against yours and breaking your buttons further, his clothed erection was slightly rubbing against your clit through your panties and his hands roamed your body hungrily while his tongue left no corner of your mouth unexplored.

It was all a lot to take in but it felt so intoxicating, the way his large hands held onto your hips to keep you from squirming too much underneath his passionate touch, and how his teeth were grazing against your lips while a mixture of both your salivas dripped from the corner of your mouth. 

His body was grinding against yours like waves on the beach, and both your breathings were becoming increasingly noisy. Only after long, delicious minutes of this make-out session did he break the kiss, panting for air, as he looked into your eyes with a lustful gaze you were now used to seeing.

It wasn't your first time pushing his buttons like this, and it certainly wasn't your last.

“You did it on purpose, admit it.”

Whaaat, you? Pfffft, never! But… let’s just say you’re not usually that bad at doing your laundry.

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smol reminder that i am very bored and i also take requests for mashle, hsr, genshin, jjk, elsword, tower of fantasy...

xoxo

[juniperskye]

Like I Talk To Myself.

Sneak Peek:  Being the new kid in school has Jason and his asshat friends saying some horrible shit to you. In attempt of being your white knight, Eddie finds out that it’s not Jason and his goons who you need to be saved from. Eddie’s POV. Indented section is a phone call (italics are Eddie and bold is Wayne)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 2004

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, language, reader is clinically depressed, mentions of abusive home life, description of injuries from abuse, bad medication management, self-deprecation, suicidal thoughts, mention of self-harm, description of injuries related to self-harm. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE THEMES ARE TRIGGERING TO YOU!!! If I missed any, let me know!  

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

The new girl had been here for nearly two months now. I had tried really hard to hide how into her I was, but the guys pretty much guessed it the second they saw me checking her out. She was different than the girls here in Hawkins, she kept to herself, not pursuing the usual popular guys. Truthfully he hadn’t seen you attempt to pursue anyone in your time here.

She was in my math class and every day she would come in with her head down, hood up, and quickly find a seat in the back. She’d end up doodling most of the class, like she was right now. The bell ringing startled her, I really wanted to reach out and comfort her, she seemed like she needed it.

I exited the classroom right behind her, only to watch Andy slam right into her. Her books went flying all over the hallway and Andy started yelling at her.

“Watch where you’re going you stupid bitch.” Andy roared.

“Woah Andy, back off. You ran into her!” I had no idea why I was interjecting.

“Oooh I get it! The freak found himself a freakette.” Jason chimed in.

“No, that’s not…” I stuttered.

“I don’t give a shit. Just keep that bitch on a leash, or next time, I’ll kick your ass.” Andy barked.

I looked back to see her scrambling to grab her things and make her way out the doors that lead to the football field. Jason and his idiot friends had been treating her like this since she arrived. They had initially tried to get in her pants and when she refused they called her things like prude, virgin Mary, but then it escalated to slut and whore. And now their name of choice had been bitch.

I made quick haste of following her, something in me just needed to make sure she was okay. As I moved to trail her, my foot made contact with something. I glanced and recognized it immediately as the notebook she’s always carrying. I picked it up and a few pages fell out, leaning over to grab them, my breath escaped me. The words and images scrawled on these pages were dark.

I picked up the pace and saw that she was headed to the picnic table in the clearing. I wasn’t far behind, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t startle her, so I called after her, just as she was sitting down.

“Hey!”

“What do you want?” She snapped.

“I uh, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Plus, I wanted to give this back to you.” I explained.

“Did you go through this?” She accused.

“No, but some of the pages fell out and I did see them…you’re not gonna go through with it are you?” I asked.

“Dude, that is none of your business. It’s not like anyone would miss me anyway.”

“I would.” I mumbled.

“You don’t know me.” She said.

I moved to sit next to her on the bench, sure to leave her enough space. Being this close to her, I could see how her skin looks dull, her cheeks sunken in, her hair looked brittle. In front of me was a girl who was going through a really hard time, and I wanted to do anything in my power to lift some of her burden.

“I don’t know much about you, but I’d really like to. I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Jason’s torture.”

“Eddie, if they think that they can make me cry more than me, they’re wrong. It’s my voice in my head telling me I’m better off dead. Not Jason’s, not Andy’s, mine.” She explained.

I was speechless, I truly couldn’t believe that she felt this horrible. I had seen this girl and the amazing things she was capable of; she had silently helped others in her time here. She would loan out a pencil if it was needed, she had given her lunch to a kid who couldn’t afford it, hell, she had pulled a kid out of the way of Andy in the hall just last week so they wouldn’t have to endure what she did today. She was such a good person and he wished she could see it.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” I asked her.

“I guess…you already know way too much about me.” She shrugged.

“In your notebook, I saw something about you hurting yourself…is that true?”

She looked down at her hands, resting in her lap. I was fully expecting her to tell me off and walk away, I had clearly pushed a boundary. But instead, she reached for her zipper, pulled it down and slid her jacket off her shoulders. She folded it neatly and placed it on the table, revealing her arms to me. A choked noise escaped my throat as my eyes roamed over the number of scars that littered her arms. There were scars that were clearly from cigarettes, other burn type scars and a bunch of neat parallel lines that varied in color. Some were white and obviously healed, some were raised scars from the depth, and some were red and recently scabbed over.

“It’s bad. I know.” She shook her head, a tear falling and landing on her jeans.

“Hey, there is no judgement. I just, I am curious to know why.” I replied.

“Why? I don’t…I’ve never been asked that before. I mean my parents treat me like shit, my dad likes to fight when he’s drunk. And my mom, she belittles me every chance she gets…she thinks depression is a joke and that I am making things up. Even after being diagnosed, she still thinks I am trying to get attention, she withholds my prescription from me sometimes.” She paused, she looked surprised at herself that she’d been able to vent freely.

“Honestly Eddie…by inflicting physical pain, I am able to shift my focus to that instead of the emotional pain. It allows me this release of all the horrible shit I am feeling after dealing with school or home.”

I looked at her, gently reached up to brush a strand of her hair back and then grabbed her hand. I locked eyes with her again, to make sure she was okay with this, and when she nodded subtly, I brought her wrist to my lips and placed a light kiss there.

“I just want the pain to end Eddie.” She sniffled.

“I know that things are really shitty right now, and I’m not going to sit here and tell you that it’ll get better, but I do know that there are steps we can take to improve it little by little and I want to help you do that if you will let me.”

*Two Months Later*

I had just gotten to school and made my way to her locker and waited, just as I had done every day for the last two months. I had promised her that I would be by her side in any way I could, and I wasn’t about to break that promise. Only, today she didn’t show. Maybe she was running late…right? I headed off to English and hoped I would see her in third period for math. When she wasn’t there, I knew I had to find her.

I left the school and drove straight to her house; I couldn’t stomach the thought of what I might find. I didn’t want to drive without knowing if she was okay, but I also couldn’t waste any more time.

I didn’t take the time to park, leaving the van diagonally in her driveway. Rushing over to the door and throwing it open.

“Hey peach, you here?” I called out, hoping she’d be sick on the couch, but when I was met with silence I made my way to the stairs, taking them two at a time. “Peach?”

I heard a quiet sob come from the bathroom and began knocking.

“Hey peach, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“No Eddie, go away, please.” She cried.

“You know I can’t do that, not until I see you’re okay.” I pleaded.

The lock to the door clicked after a moment and I quickly opened the door. The sight I was met with was one I never wish to see again. She was sat on the bathroom floor in a tank top and shorts, drops of blood were pooling on the tiles below her. Only it wasn’t of her own doing, she had a black eye, split lip and eyebrow, a sizeable cut across her cheek, and bruises littering her arms and legs.

“Peach. Who did this to you?”

“Eddie…”

“Peach. Who. Did. This.”

“My dad.” She sobbed, dropping her head into her hands.

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. My vision was tinted in crimson, rage filling my being. I knew I needed to keep my cool though, I didn’t want to upset her anymore than she already was.

I looked at her and asked her if I could help clean up those cuts. She nodded and let me lift her to the countertop. I cleaned and bandaged her cuts and helped her to her room, I told her to lie down and went to grab her a water and some Tylenol. Once in the kitchen I grabbed the phone, dialing home.

Hey Wayne…I need a favor. My friend, That girl you call peach?  yeah peach. Are you with her now? Tell her I said hi! I will Wayne. She uh, she needs a place to stay. Eds we shouldn’t get into other people’s business…plus she’d have to stay in your room…and I don’t want any funny business under my roof. No, I know. Wayne it’s bad. She can stay here. Okay, thank you.

I made my way back to her room and handed her the water and Tylenol. I didn’t know how to suggest to her that we pack all her stuff and get her out of here, but I know I needed to. She deserved to be in a home where people loved and cared about her…not stuck here in this hell her parents have created for her.

“Hey peach…”

“Eddie…”

“You go first.” I suggested.

“I um, I know it’s a big ask…but do you think maybe I could…you know what never mind.” She shook her head.

“I called Wayne when I was downstairs. I asked him if you could stay with us, and he said yes.” I explained.

“Really? Thank you Eddie!” She sniffled and pulled me into a hug.

“Let’s get you packed!”

After gathering her things, we made our way out to the van. She left a note for her parents explaining that they didn’t need to worry about her, not that they had before. And we headed back to the trailer. Wayne came outside to help bring her things in as we pulled up, when he saw her face, he glanced at me and gave me a short nod. We got her things inside, and I helped her unpack some of her stuff.

Wayne ordered us a pizza and bid us goodnight as he left for work. I let her shower first and then after we’d both showered and brushed our teeth, we got into bed. Only after she told me it was unacceptable for me to sleep on the floor.

“I gave him the finger.” She whispered.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“He was yelling at me and calling me names. I uh, I gave him the finger and told him to go to hell.” She explained.

“You did?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled “I’m not going to tolerate being called useless, stupid, or being told I am too hard to love. Not by them and not by me. Not anymore.” She turned over and smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but smile back. She was so easy to love, and I couldn’t wait to show her that.

[kami-no-ko]

AGE UP killugon! I have this whole thing in my head: an AU where Killua never left home to attend the Hunter Exam and he is everything his family envisioned him to be. Except he’s burnt out and feels purposeless. So eventually he becomes self-destructive and takes on the most dangerous jobs without breaks or any sense of self preservation. One day, he takes on a job to assassinate Gon Freecss, the youngest 3 star Hunter in history.

Gon is rumored to be insanely powerful and surrounded by influential and faithful allies. It’s the most dangerous job yet even for Killua, and on top of that he’s still recovering from a serious injury from a previous assassination. So when he tracks down Gon at a bar in a fancy hotel, he decides to seduce Gon to get him to lower his guard first and hopefully he would go back his suite with Killua alone. He’s appearance has always been a reliable weapon and from his research, Gon likes men as well as women. But as soon as he starts talking to Gon, it’s like the sun finally shines on him and the dark hole in his heart is magically filled with that sunshine. They talk and talk and flirt and hours go by and the bar closes when the sun is about to rise. So Gon takes Killua back to his room. They start to make out as the door swings shut but Killua forgets his injuries and hisses as Gon reaches under killua’s shirt and disrupted his bandages. He tries to act like it’s nothing and tells Gon to ignore it and keep going but of course Gon would not. They end up just talking all night and make out gently. When the bright morning light shines on Gon’s face, Killua decides that he’s not going to kill Gon- and if Gon finds out about his true motives and kills him or if his family tracks him down and punish him, so be it. But he worries that the person who hired him will hire someone else to finish the job, so he stays with Gon to protect him. It was supposed to be for just a while, but the more time he spends with Gon, the harder it becomes for him to leave. Killua eventually gets his Hunter license. They go on adventures and jobs together. After they risked their lives for each other over and over again, Killua finally tells Gon that he was initially hired to kill him.

But the truth is, Gon is the one who hired Killua. Killua is notorious for his killing spree yet no one even knows what he looks like. Gon decides that he likes a challenge and comes up with this insanely reckless plan without even telling anyone. He wants to draw Killua out; he wants Killua to try to kill him, because it has been a while since he’s met a worthy opponent and he would be taking care of a headache for the Hunter Association as well. But the moment he meets Killua, it’s like a missing piece from a puzzle that is his life has been slid back to where it belongs and a hole that he did not even realize existed in his heart has been filled just like that.

More stuff happens - Gon is kind of an asshole for keeping it a secret and Killua feels so embarrassed and even hurt but Gon being Gon does extravagant stunts to woo Killua so all is good in the end.

Or if we are in a darker universe with a darker Gon, maybe he was initially toying with Killua, making love with Killua, watching Killua falling for him while holding himself back. Killua can sense it but he’s ok with it- he doesn’t think he deserves love anyway. But when a job goes wrong and Killua almost dies protecting Gon, something in Gon cracks. He accepts the fact that he has fallen hopelessly in love with his target just like Killua did. He nurses Killua back to health annnnnnd they lived happily ever after.

Holy crap it’s 3 AM- how did a quick doodle turned into this half ass fiction.

[discordshawty]

genius and her tutor ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

when a second-year student is failing english and has to get help from the mean first-year tutor.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ tsukishima is no less of a troublemaker than the other karasuno first years, and when he gets caught by the principal bickering with kageyama, he finds himself assigned as a tutor for struggling students as a form of punishment.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ there, he gets the pleasure of meeting you, a second-year student who’s failing english and in desperate need of his help.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ you’d been failing all your tests since the beginning of the semester and your teacher was finally sending you to tutoring.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ the first time you and tsukishima were to meet, you were scheduled to meet in the library. being the oh-so-kind upperclassman, you went to the vending machine to get you both colas, but to your demise, you were seven minutes late and discovered you got the mean tutor.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ “don’t you know it’s rude to keep someone who’s tutoring you waiting?” he snarled.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ the glare in his eyes and the height he had even when sitting down intimidated you like no other, but you were a hardhead anyway and didn’t let it get to you.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ his irritation only grew as you stumbled over apologies and explanations. when you sat down next to him and placed the cola in front of him, tsukishima ignored it.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ you opened your binder to show him your most recent english test, the bright red 36% glowing on the paper. you mentioned that you were going to retake the test, which is why you needed tutoring.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ “a real genius, aren’t you?”

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ over the next few days, you met with tsukishima at the library at the same time and table, bringing a cola every day even though he never touched it.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ he did the usual quizzing and correcting, but he also started jotting down tips and tricks in the margins of your notes, though he’d never admit it was to help you.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ the more days passed he saw you had a tendency to accidentally knock over stacks of books or misplace your notes, which drove tsukishima up the wall.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ he was not the most patient teacher, and you had a tendency to fall off topic, often discussing everything from the best snack foods to why cats are superior to dogs.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ over time, he got used to it and couldn’t help but be slightly entertained by your relentless enthusiasm and peculiar arguments.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ when you finally grasped a difficult concept, tsukishima would begrudgingly admit you weren’t as hopeless as he initially thought, though he’d still maintain his aloof demeanor.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ you’d occasionally catch him smiling despite his attempts to stay gruff, especially when you’d celebrate small victories.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ the first time tsukishima actually drank the cola you brought every day, he did it without thinking, and when you noticed, he simply muttered, “not bad,” but you both knew it was a small step in your odd little routine.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ one time, after he caught you doodling during a study session, he sighed and drew a quick sketch of a dinosaur in your notebook. you immediately cut out the dinosaur to keep.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ even though you were older than tsukishima, he acted as if he was your age. if you were lucky you two spoke as if you’d know each other longer than a few days.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ he’d quiz you unexpectedly, catching you off guard just to see if you were paying attention, and when you got it right, he’d give the slightest nod of approval.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ after a week of studying daily, you retook the english test you had failed. when the results came back, you rushed to the first-year floor to show him the new score—a much-improved 88%—but instead of a smile, tsukishima just smirked and said, “just a genius and her tutor.”

ᯓ★after tutoring ended you definitely went back to failing tests and tsukki had to be there to help you.

ᯓ★ xoxo , discordshawty

ᯓ★ borders from roseraris.

ᯓ★ ty u guys for the notes and reblogs ! even the silent readers u real ones 2 >:3

[heartsteel-heartbeats]

Heartsteel General HCs

No warnings for this one, you may proceed.

(( just some cute little headcanons for all of the members. then i’ll get back onto requests! )) ~ OBBY 💗

*ahem*

Yone : AroAce

Sett : Homosexual

K’Sante : Homosexual

Aphelios : Pansexual

Ezreal : Bisexual

Kayn : Bisexual

These are just my hcs. Ngl I’d date all of them if I could 👍

Everyone is always given a chore, Rhaast included. He’s not happy about it but Kayn convinced him by saying if he’d rather deal with Yone giving them an hour long lecture or if he’d rather listen in on K’Sante and Sett discussing workout notes (and almost get invited). Rhaast didn’t like either, so he does his chore once Kayn was done with his. Rhaast does tend to stall him though.

K’Sante is a pretty good chef and is usually the one to cook. Sure Sett is the best cook according to Aphelios BUT LET ME LIVE MY DREAM REAL QUICK. Anyway Sett remembers a ton of his mom’s recipes and likes sharing them. The two work together on that since K’Sante is always up for making something new.

Speaking of Sett’s mom, she sometimes visits and brings them some baked treats. Everyone’s usually on their best behavior around her since Sett made it pretty clear to not cause trouble around her. Kayn and Ezreal got dragged by him because they couldn’t behave, but that only happened once.

Ezreal’s social is full of selfies but there is also the occasional photo of food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. You’ll find all kinds. Sometimes it’s food that was cooked in their shared house, from a restaurant, or it’s the baked goods that Sett’s mom brings in. Sometimes one of the other members leave comments ranging from Alune wishing she’d have a bite to Kayn and/or Aphelios outright saying they’re going to steal it.

I may have mentioned this before but I will say it again. Kayn and K’Sante sometimes run into each other late at night, though it’s really just K’Sante finding Kayn or Rhaast getting a late night snack or he sees the light in Kayn’s room still on. It sometimes leads to them having some deep conversation with K’Sante seeing a side of Kayn no one else would see. These conversations are strictly between them, of course.

Yone and K’Sante are the most trusted drivers of the group with Yone being the one who can drive for long periods of time (blame the cold brew). Like, I’m talking driving from state to state if he has to. Those two always take the front seats too.

This one wasn’t actually my idea but I thought it’s a really nice one. Kayn can draw and he has a secret sketchbook with doodles of the other members. Aphelios did find it while he was trying to play a prank on him and ended up backing out on his prank idea because it made his heart melt. The secret’s safe with him.

Sett definitely cried once over Ernest. You know that video of that girl crying over a dog named Mila? Yeah, that’s him.

Aphelios’ bed is about 80% plushies. Sett always finds a new one once every week and wonders how his bed isn’t 100% covered in plushies yet. He sometimes finds his own plushies hidden in the pile. Now he knows where they disappeared to.

Aphelios is also usually buried in a huge pile of them and it’s kinda funny to see him emerge from the pile…until you get smacked in the face with a plushie. Speaking of, Aphelios can easily beat everyone in a pillow fight. Pentakill!

Ezreal actually makes all of the stickers of the members himself and just slaps them wherever he can. Yone found some on the case that holds his drones, sometimes they were just slapped onto the floor (yes the carpet), the walls, counters, seats. Anywhere that’s a flat surface. He slapped one on Kayn’s back and was then chased around the house up until Yone stopped both of them.

Kayn once watched in horror how Sett put ramen in a microwave for a maximum of 5 seconds before taking it out and dumping it all into his mouth. He then told Akali about it. Aphelios has a video of the event and has it uploaded somewhere.

Rhaast likes to use Kayn’s magic to manipulate it into appearing as horns whenever he fronts. Kayn says he looks ridiculous but Rhaast thinks otherwise.

Ezreal once blipped out of his bed and into the living room with a loud thud. He was fine, but it woke up the entire group as a result and it’s sometimes brought up randomly. He’s not entirely sure why it happened it the first place now.

Sett made everyone matching beanies with a neat little twist on some of them to match each member. Rhaast’s face is on Kayn’s, Ezreal has stars on his, Aphelios has the moon, Yone’s mask is on his, and K’Sante has some weight lifts. Ernest has one too. Sett was pretty passionate about making these and wanted all of them to be perfect, so it definitely took a while.

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Idk if I'm ever gonna finish the refs for my redacted ocs, but here are their logos

I could make some doodles of their designs or smth idk....

I wrote some info about them under the cut if ya curious (that ended up being a lot longer than I expected so behold)

Taurus

I already made a ref sheet for Taurus so I already wrote down some info about him there so you can go see that if you wanna

I can only imagine since I established that he's friends or at least knows every single redacted de(a)mon and also is a part of the chorus that if he would be on the redacted channel he'd successfully force himself into practically every storyline.

Practically all redacted ocs that I made I more imagine as side characters than as "main" characters so they don't really have a listener, but I guess his listener would technically be freelancer.

I imagine he remembers the cacophony well, even though he wants to forget it.

Gin Asari

I'm very aware that Gin wouldn't really work as a character since, to be a sibling to a listener would mean to not have them have a distinct background, race or gender (or at least agab) since this is specifically an identical twin brother, because unless them and the listener are not blood related (and in this case they are) the characters background, race and gender would allude to the listeners background, race and gender which you're not supposed to do. But because I have already made up the listeners background race and gender as if they were an oc as most people do, I haven't really thought about this.

Anyways, this is Gin Asari! Lovely's twin brother! And if you haven't noticed they are the main character of the oc fic I wrote some time ago. I actually made 4 more chapters for that fic but didn't post it since I thought it wasn't good enough and also people hate fics written in first person for some reason.

I don't really remember why I made this oc either, I guess just because I wanted to explore the idea of a electro-energetic baddy, even though they don't really have their electric powers yet since they haven't experienced a traumatic enough experience and Lovely hasn't told them in fear that they would try to traumatize themselves on purpose to get them. I also wanted to explore Adam's backstory through them (btw I fucking struggled to make the timelines align to find out what age they are).

For those of you who haven't read the fic ("the fic" meaning also the chapters I didn't publish so I guess that's like all of you) here's a quick summary: Lovely's twin brother (who at this point isn't in contact with Lovely since Lovely ran away from their parents when they were 16) is chilling in med school with their roommate: Adam Jessup. That is, all until Adam disappears one day and is found dead in a car crash, except, Adam didn't really die and he just got turned willingly. Adam returns one year later by sneaking into Gin's room. There, Adam descides to feed on them and after realizing they're willing to let him feed on them, let's them live and starts a very unhealthy relationship where he returns to feed on them every week or so. That is until he gets addicted to their humanborn latent electro energetic blood and every week or so becomes every night. The induced anemia and stress from overworking themselves due to their parent's high expectations, Gin's mental state starts to decline. That is until they find out that Adam is a literal serial killer and he basically tries to murder them since they didn't want to continue their relationship. They run away to Dahlia, both from him and from their parents, until a couple of years later they meet Lovely, now a vampire, by chance, and they catch up and learn that Adam has been upgraded to a decapitated skeleton under a broken down rollercoaster.

I realize that I mostly wrote their backstory and not their current story, like I don't really know what happens after they catch up with Lovely. Do they descide to keep in touch with the Solaire clan or do they go back to their normal life? Does Lovely tell them about the whole electric energetic thing? Do they befriend the other vampires? I don't know! I haven't decided yet.

Methuselah

I'm trying to figure out what this fool's nickname would be besides just Meth.

I thought to myself "what was the first de(a)mon created like? What are they doing?" So I started brainstorming ideas until they eventually became an oc.

So Methuselah (named after the oldest known star, I wanted to be the first star given a name but all that popped up was the oldest star), an inchoate, the first created demon, the one who has lived for thousands of years, fought in the cacophony and created the chorus and serve as kind of a makeshift leader of it.

Some may say that Meth here is what you would call a mary sue but you know as they say when I create a character that's the world's best assassin, a science experiment possessed by a god of anger who has a corrupted form that slowly kills them when they use it, they get called a Mary Sue, but when Asagiri Kafka does it it's "I love Chuuya Nakahara!!"

If Taurus is jaded by his long ongoing life Methuselah is the most jaded of them all. Just basically barely cares about the things going around them. Even if they did care about keeping relationships everyone except some of the chorus members is scared of them due to their overwhelming power, both magical and political.

When the ruling council descided to include de(a)mons in it they were the first demon asked if they would want to join as a representative for inchoate demons their response was to spit in their face and say "was that the answer you were looking for?"

I imagine that they are currently dealing with the whole Hush situation, and that in the first time in thousands of years, they're scared of death. After the cacophony in which they almost died, saw many deaths including the death of their first and only friend, they thought that if another life threatening situation occurred they wouldn't be scared to die for the cause, but now that they're faced with a person that is not only stronger than them but could kill them in a second, they're scared of death after so many years of being untouchable.

Miles Deen

One time, my lovely mutual @cyc-chilla once said in a post about wether or not redacted characters get biches, that Frederick only seems to attract extremely shady and terribly shifty dumpster opossum men, and I thought to myself "he absolutely does"

So Miles Deen was born.

If you identify as a garbage dwelling raccoon trash goblin you obviously haven't met Miles

The icon of the two bandaids and the description of "the thrall" doesn't encapsulate him well enough, it should've been an icon of a garbage can and he should've been titled "the trash dweller" if I wanted to be accurate.

Basically, Miles is an informed unempowered guy who was a couple of years ago attacked by a shade, but instead of having all of his life force drained, he only got half of his life force drained and later found out via seer that he would only live to 27 (he's currently 25, 21 when he found out)

He's also homeless because he got kicked out of his parents house after he couldn't find a job due to his clinical depression, so as you can imagine his life wasn't looking too good.

But, he descided to keep living and use the fact that he's going to die young as a motivator to live without fear and also made a bucket list of things he wanted to do before he died.

One of those things was being fed on by a vamp, and that is how he finds himself on Solaire clan territory and is found by Fred. The rest is history.

Fred is convinced he is insane but he kinda likes that about him. Bright eyes does not like him at all.

He somehow always gets himself into trouble and then the clan is forced to protect him in all kinds of batshit situations.

If he was actually on the redacted channel, he'd probably never appear or would maybe be mentioned by name once, just because I descided to make a character for a deleted discontinued series.

Sadly, I think his story probably would end with him dying peacefully in his sleep, since he wouldn't want to get turned and him getting turned would be kinda a stupid thing writing wise since it's kinda stupid to build up the idea of a character dying only to have them live anyway (and his whole character is built on the idea that he's going to die young)

Ezra Solaire

One day, I thought to myself "Christian needs a gay awakening" and so he did.

Ezra is a cayote shifter and part of the Solaire clan, raised by William since birth.

He seems very sweet, and he is but he's also brutally honest.

He'd never let a vamp feed on him (William even set up that you are to be executed if you attempt to feed on him without his permission) but he does donate blood to the clan often. He has so many "I donated blood" stickers.

I imagine he's friends with Darlin', which is how he ended up meeting the Shaw pack

I keep thinking about what his talk with William would be like after the summit, cause it would be absolutely heartbreaking

Because I imagine Ezra was one of the people that wasn't told about the plan, so with Ezra who just wanted a normal life, now learning that the Solaire clan which they already didn't like being in since about 90% of the clan didn't like them, is/is going to become some sort of vigilante assassin squad and also feeling like their relationship with the Shaw pack is destroyed, the place where they actually felt like they had a normal life and a family, I can only imagine how upset they'd be.

But on the other hand, William is like a father to him and he couldn't imagine how it would be to leave him, and he'd also be leaving behind the few people he was close friends with in the clan (like Vincent) and he also wouldn't think it would be right to have William supporting him financially with a house and a job when he was leaving the clan, so he would have not only have his financial and social support cut, but also physical since, I forgot to mention but, he has multiple sclerosis and is disabled, so he sometimes needs a caregiver to help him do everyday tasks (which would usually be by William, Vincent or an assistant William hired). So yeah, I can only imagine how he must feel.

Atlas Madden

Watch out John I'm stealing your name or smth

To be completely transparent, I did create Atlas just to ship him with Scorpius. I know I'm cringe but I'm free

Atlas is a freelancer who works as a healer, but also has an interest in water magic and shifter magic. How is a non-shifter good at shifter magic? He isn't! He likes morphing into a disturbing half wolf half human creature and scaring people in it!

So umm I may have brainstormed Scorpiuses backstory on a whim by accident...whoops...hate when that happens

So going forward any Scorpius lore I drop is my headcannons and not actual lore

I swear this is important to Atlas

Okay so: I imagine that before being captured by close knit Scorpius worked in this kind of strip club where the whole shtick was that incubi were the strippers. The strippers weren't also escorts but if they chose you you could potentially go home with them.

That's how Scorpius and Atlas met.

Atlases friends brought him to this strip club mostly as a joke and Atlas was kinda uncomfortable the whole time.

Until he caught Scorpiuses eye, who then decided to enact his flirt persona and bring him home.

After that, Atlas eventually became his charge and they would meet every so often.

They both agreed for no strings attached, Scorpius didn't really like hookup culture but needed to get energy one way or another, but Atlas wanted him to know that he respected him as a person and wanted them to be at least friends.

One day, Atlas pushed the friendliness a little too far and Scorpius told him that he doesn't need to try to appeal to him so he could feel like a good person. Atlas got offended by this because he really just wanted to be nice, not because he wanted to pat himself on the back.

An argument ensued and Scorpius left without getting an energy feeding. He went on, trying to find somebody else to feed on, and that is when he gets tricked and captured by close knit. With no way to communicate to Atlas, Atlas believes Scorpius left him for good.

I have a lot more planned out for them but that takes place after Scorpius leaves the basement, which as you can see he hasn't yet, so I'm obviously waiting til that happens so I'm not writing lore for something that hasn't happened yet.

So um yeah

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Hii! Do you think you could do soft!Dallas Winston x female reader that likes art (drawing painting sometimes photography) headcanons please? Thank you so much and it’s ok if you don’t want to do it. ❤️

A/N: I wouldn't consider myself an artist, but I did complete an oil painting class once, and I make a lot of little crafts. I'm more into the non-popular forms of art, like photography and crocheting actually, embroidery too. But yeah! I hope you like these, Non!

If you’re into art? Regardless of what medium it may be, you’re gonna have the perfect muse

All it’s gonna do is feed his ego, but please oh please draw/paint/snap pictures of Dally

He’s got a sharp face shape those eyes, regardless if you’re following the Book!Dally or Matt Dillon!Dally

I love both, personally, but y’know, sometimes people have different, opinions, that’s cool too

But back to the art, he’s perfect as a model, if you ignore the part that you’ll probably have to really try to get him to pose for you

But most of the time? You won’t have to, I think he’s just kind of photogenic like that, especially when he wants to be

After posing for so many mugshots, I think he’d appreciate being photographed by someone who actually cares about him, y’know?

I highly suggest just taking photos of Dal when he doesn’t realize it too, I have a feeling he would make some super epic facial expressions and just have the best look on his face

For example, the face he’s making when he tries to light a cigarette and lighter won’t strike, the smile on his face when he’s standing and fooling around with Johnny, the way the corners of his eyes get a little softer whenever he’s looking back at you

If you weren’t taking pictures of him, he’s gonna try and photobomb your pictures or mess with your camera

He thinks he’s being funny, but he’s really just being annoying, I apologize in advance on Dally’s behalf

But hey, there’s a bunch of other things I could go on about, but I’ve got more art mediums to cover-

If you want to paint him….I wish you best of luck, he can be a little whiny and definitely doesn’t have the patience to sit while paint is drying

My suggestion to you is to paint as much of Dally as you can when he’s willing to sit, maybe end up bribing him with a few kisses and the promise of a date or something like that

And when he doesn’t want to sit? Just work on the background

Eventually, he’ll get bored of not having your attention, he can be kinda of needy like that, and he’ll come back, asking if you need him to sit again

If you’re not painting him, maybe you’ve got a school project or just painting for fun, but Dally will constantly pester you about what you’re doing, why you’re doing it that way, why you’re using those colors with that brush

He’s annoying, alright? I don’t know what else to tell you

But he’s very proud of your work. If it’s hung up anyway, he’s very quick to go check it out, even if that means taking a trip back to school and walking through the hallways

If anyone has something to say about your art, they’d better start running <3

If you just like to doodle? Maybe just use pencils, colored or not?

I cannot emphasize enough how sharp Dal’s cheekbones are and how much fun they would be to draw

Just? *waves vaguely to his face* what can’t you love about that?

An artist’s dream, just look at that face and all the juxtaposition-

But yeah!

Draw him, draw on canvas, draw in sketchbooks, draw in the corners of your notebooks, the margins of your papers, Dally will love all of it

If you draw him something, something small, he’ll tuck it into his wallet, I promise

Will he tell you he did that? Probably not, that’s too cheesy for the big, bad Dallas Winston 

But I’m telling you it’s gonna be there, so just trust me on that <3

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World Underneath - 03 Bouquets and Dirges

01. Emerald Vines | 02. Wedding | 03. Gardenia | 04. Lament | 05. Bouquet

01. Emerald Vines

"This one is for Talia."

On the trellis are emerald-colored vines. Rafayel holds one of them. Soon, this garden full of exotic plants will be the place where Talia and her lover will hold their wedding. "Not bad. It matches the design of the necklace I gave her."

The garden's owner, Charles, is a jewelry designer. He enjoys gardening in his spare time and has done conservation work for endangered plants and animals. This is how he had met Rafayel.

"Choosing flowers is a psychological experience," Charles says. "It's a process akin to someone trying to understand another person."

"Really?" Rafayel draws a series of random lines on a sheet of paper. "I chose them based on the impression they gave. It doesn't sound as cool."

"People have also said that giving flowers to a lover is a surefire way to their heart." Charles remembers a girl he caught a glimpse of in Rafayel's photo album. "If you ever want to do that, you're welcome to pick any flowers from my garden."

"Stop reading stuff from those weird articles." Charles shrugs and responds with a helpless smile after being teased. He walks back through a path that's adorned in a faint, floral fragrance.

When he returns, he hears a conversation between Rafayel and Talia.

"Are you really not going to attend? It's my wedding."

"Nope."

The aloof artist continues to doodle. His phone is on speaker, and his responses are quick and simple. If Charles wasn't doing a commission for Talia's wedding, he would've believed Rafayel.

"But I've finally found someone I like."

"You said the same thing last time."

"And how long ago was that? Why are you so stingy with your blessings?"

"I blessed you when you made the pact. Any more would be pointless."

"What do you mean? Not everyone is as lucky as you…"

"I'm hanging up."

Rafayel ends the call and hands the sketch in his hand to the jewelry designer.

The once chaotic lines are now an elegant yet fancy bouquet. A pencil may not be able to display any color beyond black, but Charles can still imagine the blue that Rafayel chose earlier.

He carefully takes the sketch and hands over the necklace design. "This is from the plan we previously agreed upon. The gemstone is Talia's favorite and matches the color of her wedding dress—"

Before he can finish his sentence, they hear Talia's laughter from Rafayel's phone. Rafayel's expression changes as he realizes the call is still going.

Talia sounds even happier than before. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me! I'll be waiting. See you then!"

The call actually ends this time.

Charles chuckles and ignores Rafayel's annoyance. "There's no point in hiding it if you're going anyway."

He points out a few modifications about the gemstone setting to Rafayel. "You put a lot of care into the details. I'm sure my plan will be harshly criticized."

Rafayel lowers his gaze and doesn't reply. Charles thinks he's maybe thinking about his lover. Sensing that Rafayel has no intention of responding, he changes the conversation topic to the necklace's color scheme.

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02. Wedding

Passing through the archway decorated with emerald vines, Rafayel reaches the central fountain. The relaxed atmosphere in the garden makes him sigh, even though it's what he had expected.

He picked out two suits for today. But after a few minutes, he ended up not wearing either. Instead, he chose comfortable, casual clothes suitable for dancing, which turned out to be the best choice. If Rafayel wore a suit, he would've been teased by Talia, the same person who's wearing a simple dress and dancing barefoot on the grass.

"He's too plain. If he fell into a pond, let alone the sea, no one would be able to find him…"

"Our Talia is the most dazzling pearl in the ocean. If you can find her, wouldn't you be able to find him too?"

At a small round table, a group of Lemurians are whispering to each other. Rafayel turns to see a familiar face he hadn't seen since "the disaster." He cheerfully plays an ancient Lemurian instrument, a happy melody flowing from his moving fingertips.

"Thank your friend for me. His garden is beautiful," Talia says to Rafayel after she makes her way through the crowd to him. "He was kind to let us hold the ceremony here." Rafayel's gaze shifts to the man not far away from Talia. "He doesn't mind?"

"He likes whatever I like," she says. She spins around in front of him. Her flared skirt twirls, making her look like a graceful, swimming fish. "He designed this for me. It's pretty good, right?"

"It suits you." Rafayel chuckles, recalling Charles's words. The process of choosing flowers for someone is also a process of understanding that person. Maybe the same applies to designing clothes.

He's silent for a few seconds. He drinks his wine and pushes the empty cup back onto the table. "Raymond is dead."

"…"

Talia takes a deep breath, a smile blooming on her face. "Then we can all get a good night's sleep for now."

"Yeah, for now."

She understands the emphasis Rafayel put in his words. Crossing her arms, her gaze wanders over the singing, dancing, and chatting people. "Guess you don't want fleeting happiness."

Rafayel subtly turns away. To avoid Talia, he inevitably has to look at the guests attending her wedding.

Almost all the familiar and unfamiliar Lemurian survivors are present. The music is harmonious, and the singing is rich, but every smile seems to be covered with a gray veil. Then he hears Talia's melodious voice again. "I'm getting married not because I've forgotten the past, but because I want to live in the present… Look at every Lemurian here. They're all looking for an anchor, a reason to live. I've found mine, and others have found theirs," Talia says. Her eyes lock onto Rafayel.

"But there are still those who don't realize how important it is to have an anchor."

Rafayel shakes his head. "Lemuria is more important."

"Lemuria will always be important." Talia puts down her glass, looking serious. "But what about you? When your own heart is devouring you, is there anything that can pull you back? Can you really let her go?"

The light in Rafayel's eyes dims at her last question. "Rafayel, have you ever thought about your own wedding?" He's silent for a while. Then he takes off the boutonnière from his chest, places it on the table, and turns to leave the bustling scenery that doesn't belong to him.

"No."

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03. Gardenia

"Freedom, happiness, and rebirth."

Charles hangs the shovel back on the tool board, nodding at the light yellow gardenia Rafayel has been staring at. "That's what it means in the language of flowers. Are you giving it to someone?"

"A relative's daughter." Rafayel stands under the courtyard door's eaves, tilting his head to observe the flower's petals. "Can you tell me what it means again?"

"People believe it represents freedom, happiness, and rebirth. I highly recommend it for the opening ceremony for the school year or a birthday party."

"I'll take it." Rafayel returns the sample to Charles and walks past him. "Help me arrange a bouquet. I'll take it to her funeral. Her father can no longer give her flowers."

"…Funeral?"

Charles stops counting his tools and makes a mistake on his paper. "Wouldn't that be a bit…"

"It's fine," Rafayel says. "Based on what you told me, it's suitable for a funeral too."

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04. Lament

Rafayel crosses the courtyard as it's bathed in a golden glow. He walks through the corridor where Raymond's glorious deeds are being played on a loop on a digital screen. Then, he arrives at Raymond's house.

Raymond's funeral is being held in the living room. At the entrance, the butler mechanically takes the condolence money from the mourners. He looks stiffly and professionally ahead until Rafayel passes him. He narrows his eyes and quickly sizes Rafayel up, seemingly surprised by his presence.

Rafayel ignores these malicious glances and walks straight to the center of the hall where the glass fish tank is placed. He pauses for a second or two in front of the mermaid skeleton inside, then turns to Raymond's coffin and stands with the others.

"Mom, this is so boring. We were supposed to be on vacation in the Arctic!"

The child's voice echoes clearly in the hall. Her innocent comment makes the parent cover the brat's mouth in embarrassment, quickly returning to a sorrowful expression after flashing an apologetic smile.

After all, she had yet to secure the inheritance she wanted.

When it's Rafayel's turn to mourn, he steps forward. He leans over the coffin and places the carefully selected gardenias on it, making sure its most beautiful side faces the fish tank.

In the midst of all the black and white, this bright yellow bouquet is the only burst of color.

He clasps his hands together and closes his eyes. At a barely noticeable angle, he aligns himself with the bouquet, silently reciting a eulogy.

A familiar song begins.

Talia stands at the very front of the hall, singing a dirge. Rafayel opens his eyes. The dazzling sunlight passes through the fish tank, and the skeleton inside silently gazes at the sky in a forever-frozen pose.

He knows who Talia is singing for, just as she knows who Rafayel came here for.

"Murderer! You murderer!"

As Rafayel is about to leave, an elderly woman suddenly pushes through the crowd. She rushes out of the hall, pointing at his retreating figure and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"My boy was only thirty-nine! It was supposed to be a time for rebirth, a fresh start. But he died because of a stupid, frivolous painter! A painting that doesn't make any sense! Rafayel! You killed my son!"

Like sharks smelling blood in the water, the reporters' cameras instantly surround him. The mourners in the darkened hall look on, excited, yet they also carry the right amount of regret. No one steps forward to intervene. The child who wants to go on an Arctic vacation watches with interest, standing on her tiptoes to take a lollipop from her mother.

How sad… With her son dead, the anchor that held her up was taken by a dark tide. Rafayel calmly looks around the room full of cameras and leaves.

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05. Bouquet

Another week passes. Rafayel slips away from his uninspiring new work and Thomas's repeated nagging to visit Talia in a small house in Verono. Talia is admiring a dress. It's one among countless other dresses that her new husband had designed for her. It's entirely black with just a stroke of white. Talia points at the black part of the dress. "He said this is him." Then she points at the white. "And this is me. What do you think? Interesting, right?"

Rafayel pours himself a glass of water and takes a sip without looking. "Has he ever designed a wedding dress?"

"What do you mean?" Talia raises an eyebrow, then she smiles. "No. But if you want to commission him, I can help you get a family discount."

When Rafayel leaves, Talia tosses him a small bouquet of flowers. He turns and catches them.

"I wanted to toss the bouquet to you that day, but you left early. This was what I had left." Rafayel looks down at his hand. An unknown flower sits in his palm, reminding him of someone.

On his way back, he sees many familiar faces among the Verono street performers. Those people stand amidst music, color, and dancing bubbles. They smile at him. Rafayel remembers what Talia said at the wedding. Everyone was looking for an anchor. It's why they're still here.

He waves back, hoping they can make their dream come true. Then he turns around and goes home.

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My Sun doodles are finished! I like how this turned out! I think I did a good job with Sun holding the barrel; hands can be so tricky! Like I did with the Moon doodle, I used Clip Studio Paint for this. I’ve only been using doodle mode so far, but I’m really liking it so far! I’m excited to explore more of what this app can do. ^ ^

Anyways, moving from sounding like an ad sponsor (which it’s not), I’ll tell you a silly, and probably a relatable, story that happened today, because why not? I’m mean, you’re sitting here reading it anyways. So, today I got up from out of bed and immediately tried focusing on getting the doodles of our favorite sunny boi finished, since I had fell asleep in my bed laying on my drawing tablet listening to GTLive the night prior, lol. So, I got up, went to go get something quick to eat and started to try to get to work. I guess today just was not a good day for me to focus because I swear I got distracted about million times before I finished this! After I finally decided to move away from YouTube shorts and put on a GTLive video for background noise, I realized my apple pencil was gone. My first thought was along the lines of, “It’s either on my bed somewhere or oh shit, it’s under my bed.” Now I need to say, I haven’t actually cleaned under my bed since last summer, so who knows what’s under there! And I’m deathly afraid of spiders, and it’s getting to be spring again and I know there’s got to be some spiders under this bed. And I was right, there were. Now I can personally live with a spider under my bed, as long as I have no idea it’s actually there. But when I saw this mother trucker, I was like, nah, I’m getting the broom. And of course when I did that, I did find my apple pencil down there, thankfully with no spiders attached. But I know that I’m either gonna have a hard time sleeping tonight, or something is gonna distract me enough to where I forget before I fall asleep. I’m hoping latter personally. I’ve certainly learned to keep a better eye on my apple pencil now! I wouldn’t want to have to replace it since I’ve seen the prices on them.. Too much.

Well, moving on from the mini story! I hope you enjoyed the art and silly story that came with it. ^ ^ I’m not sure what I’ll post next really.. Probably some random art stuff and then most likely do some doodles of my AU’s Eclipse then Blood Moon. I don’t why, but sometimes when I do pieces like these I feel like have to do one of each character. So it’ll probably end up being something like that. =w=

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your alvi character is soooo cute and cool looking i love him…

OMG 🥺 TYSMMM He’s my pride and joy and I love him so so much!!! I have sm I still wanna do with him and I'm so so excited for KHML to get him back into the action! 🫶 Unfortunately that also means he will, on some level, being Going Thru It but that's a small price to pay for more content of my boy <3 <3 <3

I hope u dont mind me taking this moment to ramble abt his general deal and vibe bc I feel like my thoughts are all scattered throughout my art with him 😭🙏 Will add a cut and reading past is ofc optional but TYSM for the interest in general! His design is so fun to doodle and he’s got a whole Dreamhouse Closet of fits 👍

But!! Basically in UX my boy joined Vulpes and got his keyblade on his bday, Dec. 25th when he turned 13-14 or so :] he started out on his own and was pretty quiet but very compassionate which paid off in the long run and got him some good friends (both in the form of Ephemer and co. and then with my friends' keykids Vivian and Vial--highly rec checking out their art too btw !!! @thequibblingking13 and @thatalien404 I love Vial and Vivi so so much as well 🥺)

As he pulled in these new friendships (and in the case of Vivi and Vial, practically family/siblingship) Alvi ends up having that compassion fuel him to become more skilled with his keyblade, learn more about how to best guilt and use medals, the best ways to Raid, etc. in order to be able to both protect/keep the people he loves safe as well as to be a teacher. He loved exploring new worlds and helping people in general and I think would end up being the kinda general Big Brother FigureTM who other kids could run to with questions--especially as he got into his later teens.

He ends up learning quite fast and scaling up pretty exponentially compared to some of his peers and, in general, ends up fairly competitive with the weekly rankings and PVP (friendly still, but ready to give it his all) and with that, he ends up taking that protector role more seriously as he becomes more competent. By the time the War really comes around when he's like 15-16, he ends up sticking around to fight in the hopes of shouldering as much weight as he can in the place of others, as well as wanting to shield Vivi and Vial as best as he can.

Though things definitely do get murkier as he gets stronger. I think that he'd always been a bit more open/neutral to darkness as a concept. He knows it can corrupt but would use it in small increments, however those would become larger and be used more often as time passed in trade for more strength--more capability. It would culminate at it's most out of control/chaotic when fighting with the Foretellers (shoutout to Ira who reflected every light attack BTW. like okay bro. u asked for this ig 😐) where he'd really just let loose and give it all, though it'd leave him weak and also pretty freaked out. Plus the whole almost dying thing definitely adds to that 😭 so he'd rein things in dramatically after waking up from the war.

As for the amnesia about the war, things shift a little bit here and I think he'd sorta wake up to reality pretty quick, especially with the nightmares. He loves Chirithy but his was never the best at lying, and despite whatever bumps in the road he and Ephemer had, he doesn't anticipate that he'd ever lie straight to his face. So when he confronts Skuld and Ephemer about it all? Well, they hesitate enough to tell him something's up at the very least--as he suspected. He's sympathetic to his friends' new position as defacto leaders though and, being a pretty natural leader-type himself, knows how precarious of a situation it is regarding information on the war. It's horribly distressing for him to remember everything to say the least, and he figures himself pretty capable of handling it, so the thought of having so many of the other kids remember en masse and just start hurting despite it being over just leaves him feeling sick. He doesn't like lying either though, and it feels wrong to hide such a huge event--which the others sympathize with bc damn they're dealing with that conflict too 😭 But, ultimately, Alvi agrees to remain quiet about the whole ordeal--even to Vivi and Vial whom he shared everything with. Which creates. Problems. 😬

In the weird mundane time they spend in the digital daybreak before things start glitching and life is just continuing "as usual" Alvi ends up inadvertently pulling back from Vivi and Vial (as they can tell something is Up) and gets closer to all of the Union Leaders! I really think he'd get along well and have unique but fun friendships with each and every one of them :> There's already that like Besties Bond with Ephemer and Skuld, but I think he'd really love Ven, Brain, and Lauriam, too. He and Lauriam would be the tallest two of the bunch and I think would lowkey prod each other about it in a mini competition as they both continued growing, he would ADORE Ven and love carrying him on his shoulders and such, and I think would just be chill and funny with Brain. Put them in a room together and the sarcasm level doubles 🤝

When Vivi and Vial finally figure things out abt the War tho, and that Alvi was actively lying to them, ehm... 😬 Things begin going downhill FAST from there. He doesn't really have any good explanation for himself as he just wanted to protect them at his core, but it was still not the best way to probably deal with it. That said though, what's WORSE is how he responds to the question of whether he'd do it again and uh. Well. 🤡🤡🤡

So suffice to say, Vivi and Vial feel pretty damn betrayed and generally angry at him but Alvi has hope they can patch things up and get it all sorted out. But with each attempt to be more transparent about things, Alvi keeps having to clam up because a lot of the stuff he's been doing have been with the Union Leaders and needs to remain kinda lowkey, so he ends up being unable to really tell that much which just comes across as condescending at best for Vivi and Vial. And then the glitches start showing up 🧍‍♂️

Alvi, in the midst of trying to both apologize and explain once more to them both, gets pulled away to go help Ephemer investigate what's going on at the Clocktower. He leaves his little siblings with the promise that, the very moment he comes home, he will tell them everything and share everything about all the worlds he's seen since--just like how things used to be. They have his word! And it's still shaky ground but a potential light at the end of the tunnel! But, well, then he and Ephemer end up in Game Central Station and things get very out of hand very fast. The end of the game unravels faster than they can keep up and the last "interaction" Alvi has with his siblings is Vivi crumbling in her own fight across town as the feeling of Alvi getting that hit to the heart from Ephemer echoes through to her oTL

The end of UX makes me SO. AUGH. I feel like I've already talked a lot but there's just So Much in my head for my poor little guy and MAN. His end would follow the canon ending of the game pretty closely. He'd stick around with Ephemer and Skuld and help see the other Leaders off in the Ark with the intention to go grab Vial and Vivi and get them inside to safety before things go wrong again. One little thing I wanna draw or poke at somehow tho is that like, I think he'd give little mementos/gifts to the others before they send them off in the ARK. To Brain and Lauriam, he'd give them each one of his earrings, Elrena would get his neon bracelets, and Ven would get a moogle chain he always kept on his dufflebag :>

As for the final fight. MANNNN. I think that Alvi would be able to put on a pretty convincing act and, somewhat bitterly, kinda goes down the line of like "Well, I really am a liar lately, so what's one more?" and he'd go all-in to ensure Ephemer was pushed to his limit. WHICH SUCKS AND HURTS MY HEART TO THINK ABOUTTT. But he'd pull it off, and he'd get that shot to the heart, and I think in that fight it's poetic if he was fighting more in a stance like YX than usual. Smth smth foreshadowing also legacy etc. 🫶🫶🫶 He'd go out proud and happy, even if it was immensely bitter knowing the last memories his friends all shared with him.

Suffice to say I have SOOOO many thoughts abt him and I am SO excited for Missing Link to do a round 2 bc I have a rough idea of what I wanna do for his arc/character-wise on his second time around and I am also so hyped to get Brain back 🥺🥺🥺 I think their friendship is going to be so so crucial to Alvi in ML and I cannot WAIT to get into it!!! And OFC THE WHOLE RAISING OF XEHANORT??? MANNNNN. He would love Xehanort with everything he had. It's so bittersweet that he would've passed before Xeha started learning how to do a whole lot with the keyblade and got all manipulated by destiny bc like. Alvi would not be perfect, but he would've loved to train him himself. Which like also ik I'm #Coping and whatever but I'm just gonna say that Alvi, after passing in KHDR, is just chilling in Quadratum bc I'm sorry but he's far too stubborn to die and just leave his son behind so soon 🫶 I only have memes with them so far but I truly believe that Alvi and Xeha have a Like Father Like Son dyanmic thang going on. A long line of guys with something wrong with them 🫶💖

ANYWAYS IVE ALREADY TALKED SO MUCH AND COULD GO ON, APOLOGIES, BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE MY LITTLE GUY AND ALL THE PREQUEL KEYKIDS SM ‼‼‼💖💖💖

[hearts401]

do you have any ideas in mind for how swap!evans scrap baby design would look, assuming its different from regular scrap baby? (since yk, its implied(?) they rebuilt themself after getting kicked out of ennard)

oh and how did/do evan and circus baby interact/feel about each other?

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I DREW THIS ASK TODAY AND CANNOT SHARE THE ART BC ITS. ON PAPER. AND I DONT HAVE MY PHONE

But i thought id answer anyways, ill rb with a doodle if i can manage one (maybe in my animation class?)

first of all, he'd not be half as smashed up as liz was. he wanted to be cute and whatever, and his goal is. not killing ppl lmao.

so he goes back and gets a discarded unused circus baby faceplate from the bunker. its old and the faceplates dont move well at all (rusty and stuck together, mostly) but its not horrible. its also cracked a bit but. what can you do?

instead of wires and whatever i think hed want something softer to use for hair so i gave him some sort of fucked up string. its thick and fluffy but falling appart :( poor dude he also got other discarded animatronic concepts that william and henry kept in case they wanted to use them elsewhere. evan still has the claw on one hand but the other is an unnecessarily large paw (he cant exactly remember why at this point, but he loves bears so the paw caught his eye)

his outfit is just cloathes he found in the garbage and therefore doesnt fit well. and his torso is just the usual circus baby torso if not a bit fucked up by all the time itd been left in the bunker. its also cracked and rusty similar to his mask

his feet r just whatever he could find, but those wont even be seen a lot bc hes in the vents so who cares

the big paw is also one of the same as what molten freddy dug up to replace the rubber hose esque hands ennard had (not REALLY rubber hose but meant to look the part yk?)

as for evs relationship w cbby, its complicated. he initially wants nothing to do with the animatronic or possessing it, but when he sees liz he suddenly wants to seize control (hence bouncing between circus baby and evan)

at that time, there was still a pretty clear line between evan and cbby, bc of how hed avoided her n shit in a way bc he cant. he cant leave her lmao but he just didnt try to BE her. still while SL takes place the line does blur between him and cbby.

post scoop he finds mike and tells him about elizabeth and for a while michael keeps him seperate from the other animatronics bc yk, having someone he KNEW was his sibling and who KNEW his identity helped him and michael is the most conscious of everyone. and so he once again was aware of who he was but when michael and the funtimes both dumped him they reallty merged and it became unclear who was who (which lead to his memories getting fucked wehn he was rebuilding himself) and just overall hes weird and Not Evan Anymore. especially because evan being rejected by michael compared to circus baby being abandoned by william and the funtimes and that pain of being thrown to the curb causing anger in both that ended with them having such similar ideas and feelings that they might as well be the same entity

as far as interactions go, they really didnt interact much for a VERY long time and when they did it was quick and uncomfortable. but when evan tried to wrestle control back its started a weird silent relationshi

Circus baby did not want to get rid of him, she didnt entirely know what he was ("I still hear her sometimes" yk?) other than shed killed him and sometimes shed say things she didnt think.

evan didnt like how everything was going with elizabeth, so he wanted to subtly steer her elsewhere. however, between his own bitterness at her leaving him alone and inadvertently causing his death, and circus baby and him becoming one, he eventually began leading her to the scooper.

and evan is a lot more convincing than circus baby was.

its not until he's set free that evan is actually evan again

[artificialwizard]

Venting and rambling about ai art discourse

Feel free to ignore this + this isnt an invitation to argue back and forth with me about ai

My tag system on main for years now has been

#art = abstract art

#representational art = all non-abstract art

( + #dreamscape = art that can't be neatly categorized as abstract or representational + art that reminds me of dreaming )

Bc at the time I created this tag system i was very fed up with abstract art and modern art being dismissed as Not Real Art by some assholes and i wanted to put abstract art first in my space and have representational art be the one that needs a descriptor to differentiate it from "normal"/"real" art

Currently holding myself back from doing something similar to be petty about the never ending ai art backlash/discourse

Haven't been posting my abstract art or ai art online much lately but i still make a lot of both (+ getting back into writing and prob won't be posting much of that either). Sharing art online, other than with close friends, seems like hell to me rn.

Maybe someday i'll start posting my art again it just sucks that anytime i go on any social media from discord to youtube theres an 80% chance i see people shitting on the artistic mediums that i'm most passionate about

And its not like the ai hate train has slowed down the rancid attitudes around abstract art lol, not that I'd stop making AI art if abstract art was more respected

Abstract art is the easiest and most rewarding way for me to express myself creatively and it gels so well with my perfectionism issues bc perfection is Not the point (except when it is, but then its an artistic choice not a constant obligation for every piece). A piece about grief doesnt need to have perfect straight lines or symmetry, the art can be messy if it suits the tone I'm going for.

And AI image and music generation is very exciting to me! I've always been curious about what it would be like getting to see the creation of a new way of making art and its been very cool being able to somewhat follow AI innovations since 2018 and then get to experiment with it myself once more ai tools became accessible!!

Whether im the ai art im making is abstract or representational, i love not having full control over the result! I love bouncing ideas back and forth with the AI. I love having to combine my visual art skills and my language/description skills.

I use midjourney et al. the same way I'd make my OCs in dressup games while brainstorming ideas. Mindless doodling that can often lead to writers block breakthroughs.

I also use midjourney et al. to make quick vent art when I'm feeling strong emotions just like I'd do in my sketchbook or in my digital art apps.

And sometimes i'm using ai to spend hours trying to make something very specific i want to create.

Idk its all just tools to me. Midjourney. Paint Tool Sai. Pen and paper. I get the same joy/relief out of making art with all of the above

Im not aiming for fame or money, i make 0-200$ a year from art, usually 0. I just want to have a little corner of the internet to share my images and reach a handful of ppl who appreciate them and want to discuss abstract & ai art with me thats it. Im not coming for your art job, i dont allign myself with corporations aiming to further disadvantage workers in artistic industries or artists who freelance

Anyway reason #2 i slowed down on posting art is grief has been kicking my ass these past 4 years. Lots of deaths in the family + death of a friend. some relationships were fractured and im grieving those as well.

Reason #3 is started full time library job in november 🎉 its wonderful and its exhausting and im still finding my rythm after years of being chronically un(der)employed and/or in college, but hopefully once life settles down more ill have more and more time to spend on art and writing

Havent vent posted in ages and it feels weird doing it on one of my art blogs so im going to end this with two of my recent(ish) pieces on grief, first made in onelab (not ai, android art app i make 80% of my digital art in) and second in midjourney

Thanks if u read all/most/some of that :)

Think i just needed to be like "man this sucks" so i can move on to "anyway! Art time >:)"

[tunabesimpin]

Let's go to the beach beach! ... Ninki Minjaj

HI TUNAAAA!! Congrats on 800!! Keep up the good and honest hard work my g >:))

WHO: As for the event, Nemo will be coming in to make waves! She's gonna drag in poor Sebek with her as her plus one.

HOW: How did the jester convince Sebek? Let's just say that he didn't want to accompany her at first, but he realized the mayhem she might cause if it was Silver who supervised her instead. Better that it was him yelling at the top of his lungs over a sleepyhead letting her run loose.

Below are the silly fits I came up with for them ✨ the messy concept is all I got for now sobs

Feel free to adjust Sebek's if you wanna >:))

Here's the link for the more polished ver.

FAVE COLOR: Nemo obviously likes green, the most creative color of the rainbow! (not really).

WHAT: As for what she likes doing during summer, she loves to relax and just unwind in the sun! Thus, it's no-brainer what she's going to do at the party: sunbathing, but with a twist!

TWIST?: She's going to bury herself in the sand with only her head sticking out. The jester claims that this odd practice has therapeutic effects.

One would hope this isn't one of her silly tricks, but that's just wishful thinking...

Anyway, thank you for hosting this Tuna!! Do lmk if you need anything clarified or if I missed anything svdkdj Best of luck to you w/ this event!! 🙏

--- Nemo's schemes had already effected many of the beach goers, but to be fair those involved did have warning. The most popular of their attractions being their sand cakes, a gamble on whether you receive and actual cake or some beach sand. Even Tuna took chance on the idea, though their reasoning might have been a bit different.

Having picked a bucket for themself, Tuna began eating a lightbulb switching on as they remembered Nemo mentioning being buried in the sand. "Say, want to start a head garden with me?" It took a second for Nemo to understand, but a wicked smirk grew "I would ever be honored~" Tuna continued to crunch on their 'cake' as the two began to clean up and find a suitable spot. They used sticks to draw a border in the sand and make faux paths and used palm leaves to provide some shade. Once the base was done it was time to dig. Long flat beds were dug out and ready to be lied in, it quite a while, but they managed to get 3 done. Now it was time find their first customer and unfortunately for Sebek, he seemed to be the first to pass by.

Nemo and Tuna were quick to team up on him, Tuna holding him from behind and Nemo began leading the way. Nemo became the perfect spokesman "Please right this way dear customer! Our garden is perfect for relaxation and clearing the mind~ Surely you can only be at your best if your mind is at its best as well!" Sebek squirmed, digging his heels into the sand to no avail and he yelled "I WILL NOT! UNHAND ME!" It was no use, with both Nemo and Tuna combined, they managed to pin him tot he bed and began to bury him thoroughly. At some point Sebek gave up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to try and feel the 'therapeutic' process. However, once he saw Tuna and Nemo drawing silly notes he knew he was pranked, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FRUIT?!" ---

LOLOLOL Poor Sebek~ I seem to keep writing him getting the butt end of the stick XD AND AAAA first nemo interaction yey!!! (if its not im so sorry i have a horrible memory-) >V< It was so fun to doodle this out! The art you made was so cute too!!! AAAA I love the hat and sand buckets!!!! Thank you so much for participating !!! I hope you can enjoy this!!!

[kades-rp-lore-hell]

are you ready for a long-ass tangent? good, because i've decided it's time for me to tell you sylvan's entire development history as a character.

so, first and foremost, sylvan was not originally made to be a roleplay blog character. his original and primary purpose is to be a self insert guy i can draw kissing and/or hanging out with characters i like.

the character that eventually became sylvan was made... about 5 years ago, i think. maybe. and he was originally made to be a sword and shield self insert. he had a different design, though i never drew it. i made it in gacha life or something and lost the screenshot.

that's usually how i start designing characters. i open up gacha life and/or picrew and start dicking around until i end up with something i like that i can mess with more when i eventually draw the character. which i never did with galarian sylvan. his name was originally oliver, by the way.

anyway, from memory, i think he looked something like this.

do excuse the Slop, 'tis but a quick doodle.

i don't think i ever worked out much of a backstory for galarian sylvan. i didn't think about him for very long. he was kind of just... the sword and shield protagonist.

personality wise, i remember him being a guy who didn't talk very much, even when commanding his pokemon in battle. he was a very good battler, though. good enough to become champion. this is not a trait that stuck around.

anyway, galarian sylvan faded into the back of my mind eventually... until i played pokemon black. (cool kade fact: for some reason i played pokemon black and then pokemon white 2??? i don't know why i did that. it's not really relevant to this story.)

and i was like. hoo boy. i want to make a self insert guy i can draw kissing N. and THEN i was like wait a minute. don't i already have a pokemon guy i can recycle. i would kind of have to rework everything but idk i have a face and name to start with i guess.

but what do i make him wear. i contemplated this for a very long time. outfit design is not my strong suit. so i focused on backstory first.

in my first idea for his backstory, he was a team plasma member. he wasn't a normal grunt but i don't remember what was special about him. i didn't keep this idea for very long and don't remember most of the details, but whatever i had cooking i eventually decided "messed with canon too much."

so i tried something else. his second backstory is... closer to what he have now, but still some pretty notable differences.

so, he lived in lacunosa town, with parents who argued frequently and eventually split, his mom leaving after a big fight.

but sylvan (who was still called oliver by the way.) had something else going on. you see, he had this problem where he kept encountering legendary and mythical pokemon. like, at least once a year i think, some legendary pokemon, presumably including ones who aren't even unovan, would show up and just stare at him or something and then leave.

except one time he encountered a legendary pokemon who didn't just stare at him and leave. i think it was supposed to be either kyurem or one of the swords of justice. doesn't really matter. whoever it was became aggressive and attempted to attack him. pretty sure he got out uninjured.

and then, depending on which iteration of this backstory was currently in my head, he either left lacunosa town of his own accord or was sort of... exiled, i guess. either way, he thought of himself as dangerous to be around.

and then. uhhhhh. my memory of this backstory gets a lot fuzzier after that. i have a very vague little timeline i wrote out in the back of one of my sketchbooks at some point. apparently this version of sylvan had two exes? an ex girlfriend and an ex boyfriend. i only remember this version of him having an ex boyfriend and I don't remember what the ex girlfriend contributed to the story.

so, what i THINK happened next is that he moved to sinnoh with his boyfriend. but over time sylvan became very possessive over his boyfriend, who freaked out and abandoned him. or something like that. sylvan, unable to pay for the place they were living, proceeds to fuck off into the woods or some shit and live there.

so he lives in the woods for a little while. at this point he had grown to fear/hate humans and disown the title of human. and then one day he comes across an injured pokemon who he begrudgingly decides should be taken to the pokemon center.

on his way there he sees zekrom flying overhead and he thinks "oh god not this shit again." this leads into sylvan encountering N, and i don't remember many details beyond that, i don't think i thought about it much. i do remember that sylvan was afraid to fall in love with N because he worried that he would get all freaky possesive on him like he did with his ex.

pretty sure the "sylvan is weirdly yandere-adjacent" thing is one of the first things i got rid of in this backstory, lol. though he does still have a bit of a possessive/jealous streak, it's been toned down a whollleee lot. to the point where it hasn't even really come up on the roleplay blog i don't think. though there was a mmm event i was planning to do where it was a lot more appearent, but i ended up not doing it because i Didn't Want To.

ANYWAY. there isn't exactly any given point where the backstory i just described to you became the backstory he has now. just... over time, stuff got removed or changed or swapped out until we got here.

...but let's circle back to his clothing now, eh? because this whole time, i knew i didn't want his original outfit, but had no fuckin clue what he should wear now.

until i remembered this one time, a long time ago, before i even made galarian sylvan, i participated in an ask game on tumblr. someone made a post that was like "send me an ask with a character you like and i'll assign them an outfit from my pinterest board." so i gave them a character, and they gave me this:

ohoho, it's all coming together. i thought, "i can put these clothes on a character." and i did! i also used tiktok at the time, and i thought about a tiktok i had seen recently where someone talked about why they liked the pokemon cherrim. and i was like. "what if i give my guy a cherrim." and i did!and a cherry blossom theming to boot.

unfortunately, i still have the first drawing i ever did of sylvan's current design. which means unfortunately i will be showing it to you. this was made in the summer of 2022, i think.

i went through a few different eye shapes for him before i landed on how they look now. here are very quick doodles of two of his previous eye shapes:

fun fact he wasn't originally meant to have a deerling. i looked at deerling and was like "oh i could give him that— wait they aren't always pink. meh, i'll give him something else." and then i changed my mind at some point and I don't really remember why.

over time his eye shape kind of slowly morphed from the second one in that image to his current eye shape. here's an old picture where he's kind of in that process:

pretty sure most of the colors used in his design were color picked from pokemon he either had or was supposed to have at some point. though i couldn't tell you which ones are which, and some of them might have been color picked and then shifted slightly.

i think... if i were to remake his party today... it would be mostly the same, but he'd have a munna instead of a deerling. i mean, look at munna. that is a sylvan pokemon if there has ever been a sylvan pokemon.

and he did originally have a munna, in addition to the deerling and everyone else and also a shiny audino. but a little while after i made the roleplay blog, i retconned the munna and audino out of existence because i didn't do anything with them and wanted less characters to keep track of. a few months later i would finalize N's team for the blog and add his trainer card to the pinned, giving me six new pokemon to keep track of. whatever, me.

but if i redid his team now i'd replace sage with a munna because it fits him better, i like that he doesn't have a full party because he doesn't battle, and i like that all of his pokemon are from different regions. because he's been to many different regions. i guess giving him multiple unovan pokemon works because even though he's been to so many places he's still a unovan at heart, but idk.

if you ever wondered about sylvan's Triangles™ (his necklace and belt buckle), those are there because i like latias and latios. and i wanted to give my self insert something related to that. so, two little triangles in the color of mega latias and latios. yay.

anyway, his visual design has stayed mostly the same since this drawing. his hair has been simplified a bit though.

i don't remember at what point i gave him siblings. they just showed up in my brain at some point. i think that was after i changed sylvan's name to sylvan though, so let's talk about that.

so, as i've mentioned, sylvan was originally named oliver. at some point i decided that name didn't suit him. so i started looking for new names. it took a while, but there's not much of an interesting story to tell about it. it was just a lot of me browsing name websites.

i really liked florian, but that was taken by the male scarlet and violet protagonist. i was soooooo pissed about that.

briefly considered viorel, which would have been a funny name to pick since it's an anagram of oliver. but it didn't really suit him either. even less than oliver in fact.

anyway, eventually i ended up at sylven. that's not a typo. the issue here was that i did think the name fit his vibes, but i didn't actually like the name very much at first. i quickly learned that it had an alternate spelling, sylvan, which i liked the look of a little more.

so i was like. fuck it, sure. he's sylvan now. does he need a last name? i'll give him a last name. let's just throw the word cherry into google translate. yeaaaah, kirsche, that'll do. the name sylvan has grown on me quite a bit since, actually.

uhhh. OH, right, i was gonna talk about his family a little. there's not a lot to say about their development, i don't think. but they have gone through a few name changes themselves.

sylvan's mom went from holly to azalea

sylvan's dad doesn't necessarily have an old name that was ever canon, but he didn't have an Official™ name for a while. when i first made him in the sims i just hit the random button for a while until it gave me mason. it didn't fit the theme the rest of the family had but it was a fine placeholder name. eventually i gave him vernon.

sylvan's older brother was always oliver i think. for the funny.

sylvan's older younger sister (sister who is younger than sylvan but older than his other sister) went from poppy, to lilac after i realized poppy was taken, to laelia.

sylvan's youngest sister was fern for quite a while, before i noticed that all sylvan's family had names that were six letters long. so i gave her willow to fit that.

i THINK that's all my words finally. unless i think of more things to say later. if you read all this... why.

[princes-and-problems-au]

Worlds worst friend group lol

just a quick doodle thing that evolved when I wasn’t looking. Meet the four horsemen of the apocalypse, none of them are men <3. They are all gender neutral! Because it’s my world and I make the rules! These are what I call their eldritch/monster forms. From left to right it’s: Famine, Pestilence, Death/Azrael, War.

They do have human forms, I just haven’t gotten around to drawing them lol, and they do have other names but I can't think of any right now. The horsemen aren’t angels, but they aren’t demons either. They’re more like the middlemen, the in between. They will end the world, but only because they are the consequences, not the cause.

They are close with one another, though heavens forbid you encounter more than one at once. Most of them are introverts/ambiverts, except for War, who is obnoxiously extroverted.

A more detailed explanation of their designs, and why I made some choices, under the cut!

We are going left to right, so first it's Famine!

Famine is obviously a very malnourished figure, with their ribs poking out and gaunt face, the reason being obvious. Their lower half is that of an olm, not a snake! A blind, cave dwelling salamander. The reason I chose an olm is because olms can survive ten years without food! That seemed very fitting. Now, onto the holes on their esophagus and stomach/rib area. Those are actually mouths! It might not be obvious in this picture, but you can sort of see the teeth on the bigger one. From the rib hole you can see the intestines and stomachs escaping. This is symbolic of famine never being full. Famine often times holds their stomach in one hand. Sometimes, they also hold a scale in the other since its the symbol they are depicted with the most.

The second is Pestilence. They are by far the least humanoid of the group. I wanted to showcase the fact that illness is a very natural thing, perhaps even the most natural of the four (Other than Death, I guess). They are mainly a chimera mix of a creature. Their neck is not inspired by anything particular, almost like a long furry giraffe neck, their upper legs are bird legs, their midsection is mammalian, but it shows signs of mange. Their lower legs are lizard-like, and they have a rat tail. The only human features Pestilence has is the face and the two hands attached to their neck. The face because I found it to be easier to showcase illness on a human face, and also because its almost like a trap. A lure to distract you from the monstrous body. The hands because the white horseman (Pestilence in this au) is often depicted with a bow. Around them are visible bacteria and viruses.

The third is Death, AKA Azrael! My main little dude. They are by far the most angelic looking, I designed them to be human, but also very obviously not. They have a human body, but not human features like a nose or mouth. Its meant to symbolize how death if prevalent in humanity, but we don't really understand it that much. Its essential in the life cycle, but also reviled and mysterious. Azrael is able to pass as an angel because they technically are in my au. They where made alongside the Princes as one of the oldest beings. Despite the other horsemen having symbols, Death is depicted without one. It does not need a weapon, it just is. (But I give them a scythe anyways because I found it cool, sue me.)

The final one is War. They kicked my ass when I tried coming up with concepts. The other horsemen are all arguably natural concepts, but war is a wholly human creation. It isn't natural. I didn't want to make War just a human person, that wouldn't fit the eldritch horror vibe I had going with the rest of them. So I decided to make War's body a puppet. The human-looking puppet, controlled by this shadowy-void being. The puppet is an empty shell that cannot do anything without the creature controlling it, its backer. War is the creature, not the puppet. I found it very symbolic. I gave the puppet a blind fold, to show it is blind to the intentions of the backer.

Thanks for reading this far! I love questions, and I hope you enjoyed learning about my ocs! Remember to drink water.