#can u believe this was just supposed to be a silly sketch

[struck-by-the-rain]

rhythm dead redemption 2

[crispn-n]

February 🎁💙💛

hey! I might start to write a monthly post where i post a recap of comms/freebies/whatever i got where people draw or write for my ocs!!! Not gonna include all of them, probably just some highlights with selected themes or topic.

I need to yap my thoughts somewhere and hopefully could appeal to you considering to support the creators if u like their work🥰

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It was valentine month.... it was supposed to be a month full of LOVE!! (of my otp)

Let's make this post adorable fureren comms I got/send around that month that fits the occassion back then 🥺💗

[ Artist, from left to right : Arutaego, Yachichan, Chokore_4 ]

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The last one was requested on february, but only got finished around April. It was a very worthy wait for furerenchwan summer-flavoured full course meal!!!!!!! AAH working with Reci is always a pleasant experience ;; v ;;

On this opportunity I tried to propose an idea "fureren sociolla date" for the sketchpage !! 💅💄 I have been wanting to draw a date inspired by the viral sociolla date videos. It fits them well, Frey is totally a boyfriend who will tag along inside the shop with Allen--Willingly learn and observe like a gentleman he is! (Pluus, also stepping in to stop her shopping haul lol)

Here're some sketches that is related to my sociolla date delulu. I hope to draw them out too myself in the future! hehe

During the progress; Reci suggested an idea where Frey is (sloppily) trying to apply a liptint on Allen for the first time ever. And I immediately agree with the idea!!!!! I like that in this piece, it seems Frey trying his best to get into Allen's interests as well.

By the way, while we're at it, I also want to show you this complete set of decorated icons comms from Reci as well. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! look at thems!!!!!

I'm thinking of getting another of these with my other ocs... maybe darlene and george...?🥺🥺? o-or wouldn't the whole six PABear family be great addition as well🧸..?! Gosh seeing the customized decoration around the character that resemble their character and personality ...!! Its so addicting....the artist always so good making them and put their own spin to the color palette!

Will reci accept this workload however... TT v TT let's just see in the future..!

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For the 2nd picture : When I received the sketch for the first time I literally jumped and very normal about it like WAH!!!!!!!! kak yachi's art is always so rich in expression and i love it!!! first thing i think when i saw frey on each picture is like, oh my god... they are so silly.... stupid... and in love.......(????) i LOVE it, they depicted their personalities perfectly. Allen's super cheerful and Frey.... frey's silliness beneath his serious composure is so real......

Additionally ; it is super amazing to be able commissioning yachi to draw fureren again.

The left one was comm'ed around 2021. When i haven't really started shipping them and yet working on their lore. CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE IT.... (note that it also consist allen's old design) When Yachi drew them like that, i was awakened.......Oh... i really like seeing frey and allen having this kind of interaction......

So this piece meant so much to me. Its great that in 2024 I could have them draw these two again with new designs (And i appreciate kak yachi heartwarmingly remembers them and said they enjoyed drawing fureren ; v ;! Its a honor ...!)

Oh oh oh! Additionally, since February also Frey's month. I managed to commission a frey-birthday-ish fic from Matheo (a writer). It was SO GREAT Q Q I havent got time to publish it on my toyhouse bc i want to draw a thing or a two thats related to the fic. maybe i will just publish it next year on his birthday bc i tend to share my fic stock like much very much later

oop and the first picture was a lovely cookie box commission! I fell in love at the first sight, i really hope i could find more interesting and cute ych like that~!!

Anyways, thats all for this post!

[arcxus-of-altihex]

hi!! i recently started to learn how to draw again after years of not practicing at all. do u have any tips for ppl who are just starting to learn?? ty :)

Okie okie I got you! Mind you these are just stuff I've noticed since I ah, never went to formal art school? But I hope it helps!

Figure out what you wanna draw, and study it. Want to draw animals? Watch a few documentaries, look at musculature diagrams, etc. Drawing comes, in part, from an innate understanding of how things work. Once you know how something's supposed to look, or move, or etc, replicating it on paper is way easier!

Start with simple things. Get really good at simple things. And then, moving onto complex things will be less tricky, y'know? It's a lot of shape work to begin with, but practicing with abstract wavy lines can be a lot of help, later on, when you try to draw hair, which is trickier

Everyone's art style is different, so don't worry, you'll find a little niche where you feel comfortable and like what you draw. It's worth trying a few art style challenges, imo, because watching and attempting to copy an art style shows you where the "rules" of said style lay. How eyes are done, why the lips look like this and not like that, etc, and this is important because sometimes you're inspired and wanna add something similar to your own style. That's how an art style grows, I think

Gesture drawings!! Look them up!! They're fun and loose and an amazing warm-up because it lets you practice motion. And who cares if they don't look right? Mine don't either xD. They're fun for a reason, and good figure practice

Try to practice a little bit, regularly. Small things. Sketch the plant on your desk, sketch a water cup, etc. It's how skill improves, over time -- it's all through practice, there's no shortcut >>

Understand that there's a difference between drawing what you see, and drawing from your imagination. Drawing what you see makes you familiar with the "rules" of how things look in our world. Drawing from imagination lets you take those rules and stretch them into fantasy. It's good to practice both!!

Don't be discouraged if you art is "bad" to begin with. Rome wasn't built in a day, and every master has years of practice behind them. Sometimes there'll be bad days, but just keep trying, yeah? You're doing your best and that's all anyone can ask for

References are your friend, and often free. This ties into the first point -- don't know how to draw something? Look it up, study, learn, and then replicate on paper (it's a bad habit of mine that I don't use references nearly enough >>)

You can hold onto old drawings. It's a good measure of progress. I tend to get rid of them if they make me sad or cringe, however. But the point is it's up to you, what you want to show others. You can show no one, you can show everyone everything, you're in control and you should settle for what makes you comfortable. Don't feel... like, don't feel obligated to share your art. You don't have to, you're drawing for you, not everyone else (likewise, never believe someone if they say you should stop drawing or give up. It's bullshit, you're not drawing for them so they don't have a say)

Have fun!! Have all the fun with it! Experiment, make silly drawings, etc. Try a few art games, art prompts, those can help! And it's okay if you don't have the energy to do extra, just enjoy and take pride in what you can do ^u^

And there, I hope that's not too much. I tried to cover all the stuff I keep close to heart. For the actual process, it's common knowledge that everything starts with shapes, so stick to that and build on it. I wish you the best of luck on your art journey!

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- Arc

[aengus-og-babie-blog]

Brighter Imagination

Castiel x Reader

Summary: Y/n is a witch that has acquired a magical pencil that brings all of its drawings to life. She’s been feeling lonely and out of place because so she turns to her lively drawings for companionship. However, a certain curious angel finds Y/n talking to her sketchbook pages. He becomes concerned, as well as cautious when he realizes the drawings are filling Y/n’s head with lies.

Warnings: swearing, mild angst, it’s kinda weird and silly

Word Count: 2173

I run down the bunker stairs in rage. I can practically feel the steam flying out of my bright red ears. However, Dean stops me before I can get out of reach.

“Dammit, Y/n! Just listen to me!” He yells, clearly not in the mood.

“Why should I? You’re just going to criticize me for using my god given powers for good!” I snap back. I understand the boys’ reasons to be wary of magicks, but they know me. They should trust me. I’ve never given them a reason to not trust me.

“I know, but that doesn’t give you the right to take an evil witch’s shit! Who knows what it can do?” Dean argues.

“It’s a magick pencil, Dean. It’s supposed to bring the drawings created with it to life. See? I know exactly what it is and how to use it. There’s nothing inherently evil about this artifact. It’s merely how it’s used.” I defend myself, trusting in my magickal knowledge.

“Y/n, we know you can handle anything, we’re just worried.” Sam justifies his older brother. Despite that, I’m still fuming at the fact that they really don’t trust me with anything remotely powerful. I bet they think I’m going to lose control and hurt someone. I know what I’m doing. I’m a strong witch that’s fully in control of her powers.

“Thanks, but really it’s fine. I promise not to draw anything dangerous and blow up the goddamn bunker.” I finally storm off to my bedroom, needing to be away from the boys right now. I love them like they were my real brothers, but they really knew how to make me feel like shit.

A few days passed since my finding of the magick pencil, but nothing has happened. I’ve begun to believe the pencil was a fake until something scared the shit out of me. I started just by drawing simple doodles of cats and frogs, hoping they would jump off the pages and act as cute little creations. When this didn’t work, I began to draw more realistic looking pieces. I drew plants and books, but still, nothing came to life. Out of curiosity, I started sketching my favorite angel, Castiel. I knew his delicate face like the back of my hand, as I’ve spent so much shameless time staring at it. I didn’t go into much detail, but Cas was definitely there on the page in front of me. I wished for it to come to life, just to blink at me or twitch its nose, but it did nothing. I let out a heavy sign disappointed that the artifact was a dud, so I throw my sketchbook onto my bed. Walking over to the rest of my magickal artifacts, I scold the little pencil.

“You could have sat nicely up here with the rest, but no! You had to be a fake. Now I have to tell the boys and watch their smug shit faces.” I growl, tossing the pencil into my trash. I walk out, sulking into the library to find Sam and Dean. Sam is on his laptop researching for a new case. Dean is sitting with his legs up on the table, beer in hand, yapping at poor Sam.

“I told already told you, I can’t just be lured in with pie! I’m stronger than that. I need to be romanced first, at least.” Dean defends himself.

“Dude, you got caught by werewolves because they knew you liked pie. It’s your thing, your weakness.” Sam chuckles. I clear my throat, turning both of their attention to me.

“Yes, hello. I sadly must report to you that the magick pencil I found was a dud.” I inform the brother.s

“A dud?” Sam inquires. I sigh audibly.

“Yes, a dud. A fake. It doesn’t work. It’s a piece of shit regular pencil.” I hear the two of them sigh in relief. “What the hell guys? I’m actually upset about this!”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but that thing could have been really dangerous. We’re just glad that it’s not and that you’re safe.” Dean says with a sympathetic look on his face, but also a shit eating grin.

“Well, thanks. Glad you care.” I spit out, marching back to my room. I just want to forget about this whole thing. I wish I had never picked up the goddamn pencil. “Stupid piece of shit!”

“Woah! What’s that language for?” A strange voice asks. I let out a yelp, scanning my room to see who that was. No one was there.

“Who said that?” I ask defensively, holding out my hands ready to produce magick protection.

“Uh, down here,” The voice says. My eyes follow, and I spot my sketchbook.

“No way!” I run to it and to my surprise it was my drawing of Castiel that had come to life. That’s odd since the drawing didn’t sound like him that much. It was almost too peppy.

“Yes, hello! It is I, your humble drawing!” He says excitedly. I pull the sketchbook closer to view all of the moving details of my work. His eyes blinked, mouth moved, and whole being seemed to even breathe! It was incredible!

“This is amazing! Except, how come you didn’t come to life earlier?” I ask.

“Well, it’s not exactly instantaneous. According to my knowledge, your drawings must be of something you already know and it takes a while for the magick to fully connect the whole drawing. Creation isn’t easy, y’know!” He replies.

“It’s not creation, merely transformation. Using magick in this pencil to give life-like properties to a simple drawing.” I inspect the drawing more, fascinated by the way it moved on its own. I wanted to know more about how this magick worked.

“You’re prettier up close, too.” He laughs, making me blush.

“Oh, I wasn’t,”

“It’s alright. I can see why you drew me.” He says mysteriously. I was going to question him, but he continues. “Anyways, I heard you were quite upset just now. Why is that?”

“O-oh, well… I got in a fight with the boys because they think I’m not capable enough to handle the magick of the pencil…” I explain.

“What? But you created me so well! How could you not be capable?” He defends me. I smile, appreciating the support.

“Hah, yeah I know, right? They said it would be dangerous and that it’d create something evil.”

“Evil? Do I look evil to you?” I laugh and shake my head ‘no’. There’s no way Castiel’s face could look evil to me, anyway. “I think they’re just jealous. They know they could never be as powerful as you to create such an amazing thing such as me!”

Jealous? I can hardly see Sam and Dean as the jealous type, but perhaps he’s right. They said they don’t want me to become too powerful to the point I couldn’t control myself, but maybe they just don’t want me to get stronger than them.

“Maybe you’re right. Hehe, thanks. You at least made me feel better.” I thank my drawing.

“Of course, creator. I hate seeing you upset. You look so much more beautiful with a smile on your face.” He compliments me, making me blush again.

“Oh, stop.” I giggle.

“I’m serious! I want to make you smile all the time. I can tell the real Castiel can’t make you smile like I can.” This concerns me.

“Well, I wouldn't say that…” Castiel does make me smile, and I love it.

“Not in the same way, I bet. Has he defended you like I have? Or does he side with them?”

“I guess he sides with the boys. He hates whenever I get into dangerous things.”

“Exactly! He thinks you’re too weak to handle it, but I know better. I know my creator is strong enough to handle anything.”

“Hah, thanks. I think I like you. I’ll keep you around for a while after all. You’re the only one that seems to be on my side.”

“Sam? Dean?” Castiel comes into the bunker with a bag in his hand.

“Yo! Oh, sweet! Is that pie?” Dean excitedly gets up to snatch the treat from their angel friend. Sam gives his an unbelieving look. “What?”

“I also got beer and a pumpkin pastry for Y/n. Where is she?” Castiel asks, looking around the room for her.

“She’s sulking in her room,” Sam explains, continuing his research.

“Sulking?” Cas asks sadly.

“Yup. She found some stupid pencil on the last hunt we were on. It was a witch’s so she thought it was magick or something.” Dean says, starting to devour the pie.

“She said it was supposed to bring the drawings to life, but it was a dud,” Sam says with a frown. Castiel didn’t like the idea of Y/n sulking, so he decided to check on her.

Walking down the hallway to her room, he stops when he hears whispering. It was Y/n and someone else. His heartbeat raced when he thought of her and some unknown person in her room. Despite his fear, he knocks on the door softly.

“Go away, Dean! I know you’re just gonna rub the pencil thing in my face!” I quickly hide my sketchbook, just in case he decided to come in anyways. However, it wasn’t Dean stepping into my room. “Cas!”

“Hello, Y/n. The boys told me you were upset about a magickal pencil.” He explains, walking over to me. He sits next to me on the bed. The big dig from his weight causes me to roll closer to him.

“Oh, yeah. I-it’s no big deal. I just mistook it as something uh… special…” I could tell Cas knew I wasn’t being totally honest. He seems to be able to read me like a book.

“May I see?” Castiel asks gently. I had forgotten I had thrown away the pencil until now.

“Uh, sure…” I hesitantly go to grab the pencil out of my trash bin. Handing it over, Castiel turns it in his hands to inspect it.

“I believe you’re wrong, Y/n. There’s definitely something powerful about this pencil.” He turns and sees my sketchbook hidden under my desk. “May I test it on that?”

“U-uh, sure…” I panic, but I can’t say no to him. I try to flip to a different page before he sees, but my drawing speaks up.

“Hey, you! Leave my creator alone!” He growls. I facepalm.

“Who said that?” Castiel asks confused.

“I said it, you brooding chicken!” My drawing insults Castiel.

“Hey, watch it!” I scold him.

“Is that… your drawing? Talking?” Cas asks bewildered. I nod, showing him the drawing moving around and making faces.

“You better leave my creator alone or I’ll fight you! You boys haven’t been giving her the respect she deserves!”

“What is he talking about?” Castiel asks me, clearly upset by my drawing’s words.

“You don’t think she’s strong enough for magickal artifacts! You don’t let her go into dangerous situations because you think she’s weak! You don’t want her to become more powerful than you so you put her down!” The drawing exaggerates for me. Castiel stands there staring with wide eyes.

“Do… do you truly believe this?” He turns towards me with broken eyes.

“W-well, not exactly all of that, but…” I stutter, now embarrassed by this confrontation.

“I don’t let you into dangerous situations because I don’t want you to get hurt. I care too much about you to willingly let you do something that can hurt you. I know you are strong enough to care for yourself, but…” Castiel stares straight into my eyes.

“Y-you care about me that much?” I ask.

“Of course I do, Y/n. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” The honesty in his eyes fills me with joy. I never knew he felt this way. “I know Sam and Dean feel the same way, but I specifically can’t lose you.”

“Oh? And why is that?” I giggle, already knowing the answer.

“Well, I’m quite fond of you, Y/n. I make it my goal to protect you at all costs.” He reaches out to hold my hand.

“Excuse me? My creator doesn’t need you! She’s perfectly happy on her own with me!” My drawing butts in again. I grab him and crinkle him up, tossing him into the trash.

“It’s a shame you had to get rid of him. I especially liked that you had drawn me.” Castiel smirks.

“Oh, shut up!” I tease. Instead, he pulls me into a soft kiss. His lips are rougher than I thought but still perfect. We pull away and smile at each other.

“Let’s just keep this between you and me, okay?” I ask sheepishly, not wanting the boys to have more to make fun of me for.

“Alright. My lips are sealed.” He agrees. I pull him in for one last kiss before going back out to the boys, Castiel close behind with our fingers entwined.

[vizhi0n]

Sawney - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

So uh idk what to even say. 

Anyway, enjoy this lovely chapter! If you want to be untagged lemme kno, and if u want to be tagged lemme know as well. I gotchu ;) I haven’t written third person in forever, so I’m sorry if some of my grammar, etc is a bit rusty. It’ll improve once my brain remembers how to write lol.

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Warnings: not as much this chapter except for referenced/implied rape and torture. Will get worse as the story progresses.

Desa rarely saw Mother and Father smile. The couple usually had a permanent grimace plastered across their faces. This was the first time, despite the circumstances, that Desa saw them both with a relatively satisfied, almost giddy look on their faces.

That was good. It meant that Desa had done her job. She’d worked hard.

She greeted Father first, as it was customary, closing her eyes and keeping still as he gingerly kissed her on the forehead. She nodded, and Mother was next, repeating the gesture.

“We strung him up in one of the storage closets, like you asked.”

Father made a noise in the back of his throat. Glancing between his wife and Desa, he replied, “I’ll see to him. Desa, he was your catch — you’ll receive the honor of helping me with him.”

“I…I saw his compound. His people. It’s huge and he has the firepower. More than we have. The people he brought with him today? That’s only a fraction.”

“You got inside?”

“I did,” Desa said, wincing as a foul odor flooded the dripping tunnels. She prayed that Mason would radio in that it was safe to ascend. “They’re functioning. And they’re dangerous.”

“I’m not worried about that.” 

“Are…are you going to try and make a deal?” Desa asked hesitantly. She was crossing a line, she knew. It was a miracle that Father was even giving her the time of day.

“Go to the storage room and wait.”

Of course he won’t answer.

“Yes, Father. May I check on Jack, first?”

“Yes. But do it quickly”

Desa hurried away, sweat beading on her brow. The sloshed further down the tunnel, finally reaching a dry patch of concrete. Ahead of her she could see chairs and tables, flickering lamps adorning their surfaces. She spotted Jack — he was in a circle with some other children.

“Jack?” 

That cherub face stared back at Desa, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. She embraced her younger brother, squeezing his shoulder until he giggled and squirmed from her grip.

“I’m fine. You don’t have to hold me so tight.”

“Sorry, buddy.”

“Is that man still here? That guy you brought in from the other place?” Jack asked curiously. “What’s he like?”

“He’s in holding. I don’t think we’re going to really do anything with him until Mason gives us the signal,” Desa replied softly. “I have to go over there now, alright? Father needs me to help him.” 

“Help him with what? Father never needs help.”

“I caught that guy, so Father thinks it’s fair that I…do whatever it is he wants me to do,” Desa couldn’t help but wince. She had a bubbling, uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t at all enthusiastic to participate in Fathers activities, but she knew the consequences if she said no. They weren’t worth it.

“I hope we can leave soon. This place smells.”

“It used to be where everyone’s poop would go. And piss,” The group of kids, including Jack, made a collective, exaggerated noise of disgust. Desa chuckled, adding, “So, yeah. Don’t go wandering around in it.” 

She hugged Jack again. Told him to stay out of trouble — which, she knew, he wouldn’t — and headed to the storage area. The room was wide and, before, had been used to store maintenance supplies. Now it had been cleared out and acted as a makeshift playpen for Father.

“Playpen” is a pretty loose term…

Negan had been strung up against the wall, arms stretched, wrist bound by rope. He was conscious, not speaking or cursing. Just glaring. The mocking, almost silly visage had disappeared.

Desa was alone with him. Father had yet to arrive. All she could do was stare, unsure of what to say.

If I run and grab Jack, I can get a head start. They won’t catch me.

Yeah. But you’ll be homeless. No food. Jack is naive — he can’t fight. He hasn’t even killed a biter yet.

She approached Negan hesitantly, going slow and methodical, unnerved by how his eyes seemed to follow her like a hawk. After what seemed like a thousand years, he spoke.

“Am I the only fucking one here? Do you have Simon and Dwight, too?”

“N-no,” Desa stammered. “You’re the only one. I don’t know what happened to everyone else—”

“Good. Now what the fuck are you going to do to me?”

“Introduce you to Father,” Desa said. “Maybe…maybe talk things out.”

“There’s nothing we have that you would fucking want. You said it yourself. I mean, hell, I’m willing to sit the fuck down and sketch out some deal but from what you told me,” Negan eased forward, ginning. “That ain’t going to fucking happen.” 

It’s not.

“It can if you cooperate.”

“I don’t really have a fucking choice, do I?”

Desa heard the heavy door swing open. Father’s footsteps echoed around the room and he stopped, close, so close to Desa that she could partly feel his breath against the side of her neck.

Desa dipped her head and stepped to the side. She kept it lowered while Father spoke, unwilling to make eye contact with Negan.

“You are…handsome,” Father clicked his tongue. “Sturdy. A bit aged but…overall, a satisfactory catch.”

“Am I supposed to be fucking flattered? Because I am,” Negan whistled. “Hey, Desa, did you string me up just to compliment me?”

Desa didn’t reply. Instead Father answered, “That’s only the first part. Next is the difficult section — the transfiguration of the mind and, if you’re willing, the body. And you will be willing. Desa, cut open his shirt.”

She obeyed. With shaking fingers she gripped her knife, stepping forward as Negan stared down at her.

Three deep breaths.

One.

Two.

Three.

She cut away at the thin material. An abdomen peppered with hair and weathered tattoos stared back at her. She was so, so glad she couldn’t see Negan’s eyes. The cloth fell to the floor in tatters, leaving Negan’s torso bare.

“Good,” Father murmured. He thought for a few moments, before gesturing for the knife. Very slowly Desa handed it to him. He looked it over before sheathing it, stepping closer to Negan. They were the same height, same build…same age, probably, though Father was never one to admit his age or talk about himself.

While they certainly weren’t carbon copies, they were similar. Almost too similar, and it was bothering Father. Each twitch, each quirk of Father’s lips communicated that to Desa loudly and clearly.

“I can smell the sweat on you. The blood. You kill often?”

Negan tilted his chin, trying to make himself seem taller. He growled, “Fuck yeah, I do.”

“I want to taste it.”

Desa was forced to watch as Father licked a stripe from Negan’s navel to his collarbone. At the touch of Father’s tongue to his clammy skin Negan lurched back, perturbed.

When Father pulled away, flecks of crimson adorned his lips. Desa clenched her fist to stop her hands from shaking, hearing Father murmur to himself before addressing Desa directly.

“Go grab the tools. The torch and the pliers, please.”

Desa didn’t move. Father raised his eyebrows, the sneer on his face enough to snap Desa out of her trance. She shuffled towards the cabinets, legs seemingly moving on their own accord. Negan was watching her yet again — she could feel his caustic gaze on her. She yanked open the drawer, retrieving the requested items.

She handed them to Father. Kept her head down.

I need to leave. I can’t watch.

“Father?”

“Yes?”

Desa gulped. She felt woozy, light headed. The sharp burst of blue fire from the blowtorch seemed brighter than it probably was.

It’s just your mind playing tricks. You’ve seen this before. You’ve seen—

“Jack. He…he needs me. He’s scared.”

“Are you asking to leave?”

“I can check on Jack and then go help Mason. He’s out there by himself. I’m sure you don’t need me for this,” Desa croaked. “I—”

“If you want to work, this is work. Get out if you can’t handle it.”

Desa’s eyes lingered on Negan an extra moment. He didn’t look angry — in fact, she could see a hint of something else in his dark eyes. Even when strung up and stripped practically naked, he was attempting to appear prideful.

Don’t pity me, Negan, pity yourself.

Desa spun on her heels and left, bile rising in her throat as she heard the sound of the blowtorch once more. The moment the iron door closed behind her she stumbled, emptying her stomach onto the slick sewer floor. Salty tears dripped from her eyes, past her quivering lips.

A muffled, deep scream filtered from beneath the door.

Desa stood up straight. Nobody could see her crying. That type of behavior was frowned upon, especially by Mother and Father.

She wiped her hands on her jeans, making her way down the sewer tunnels. Negan’s screams were distant, no longer bouncing off the walls like some sort of sick staccato. Not hearing it allowed her to push it away, to ignore it.

Father always did this. Negan wasn’t any different — he’d come out stronger. Better. Desa had to believe that. The man was intimidating, worth something. He wouldn’t end up in the cellar with the others.

Jack was no longer with his friends. Instead, he was with Mother, standing next to the woman’s chair. The nauseous feeling returned the moment Desa saw Mother’s hand stroking Jack’s hair, rhythmically and slowly.

Desa spoke first. “Father is still with…him.”

“I know. It won’t be very long until we can leave this disgusting place,” Mother wrinkled her nose. “You have vomit on your clothes. Does the stench affect you that badly?”

“Yes,” Desa said quickly, glancing down at her jacket. “It does. I don’t like it here either.”

“Mason better hurry, then,” Mother stopped stroking Jack’s hair. She smiled, murmuring to herself and shaking her head. Then she stood, hiking up her dress so not to get it dirty. “When we return to the Estate, you will join Father and I in the bedroom. A reward for your hard work today.”

Oh, no.

“I don’t need a reward. I do this because I care about you and Father and everyone else,” Desa said slowly, aware that Jack was watching with wide eyes. “I don’t need a reward.”

“If you care about us, you will satisfy us. Both of us. When we return you will join us.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. And you, Jack,” Mother turned, giving a genuine smile. “It’s your birthday soon, isn’t it?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jack replied with just a bit more enthusiasm.

“I have plenty of candy for the occasion. All of it yours.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“I always look after my children.”

She left, headed towards the storage area. Desa listened hard, but found she could no longer hear Negan. Perhaps he’d died. Perhaps Father had gotten bored and simply killed Negan. Desa didn’t want to think about it, so she didn’t.

So she sat down, arm wrapped around Jack’s shoulder, and sang.

“City's breaking down on a camel's back, they just have to go ‘cause they don't know whack…”

[cosmicsnowcryptid]

The Author Created All Of Mark’s Other Characters- Here’s How, and Why.

I saw a post vaguely suggesting this, and I am in love with it, so I did some digging and crafted this for you guys.

This is gonna be a long one, so buckle up. This is your only warning.

Mark has said that these people are separate from him- Dark, Wilford, Google, etc- they all inhabit a different body. This is something we’ve seen, too- Dark and Mark, as well as Wilford and Mark, have been observed in the same place at the same time. So why are all these entities drawn to Mark? Why do they all look like him?

Because only one, The Author, cares about him, and has created all these characters based around him. 

They all resemble him because The Author has been creating them to seek revenge on Mark, in essence. Mark is both his favorite and his most loathed character, which is why he won’t leave him alone. 

Let me explain. 

The basic description of The Author is simply that whatever he writes comes true. We know that he is omnipotent, but not omniscient- that is to say, he is the creator, but is not all-knowing. His characters can surprise him. This is because, in the beginning, he did not write his own creations from scratch. He simply plucked people from our world and wrote stories around them. That means they have some semblance of free will, which is why they can be uncooperative.

The evidence for this is in Danger In Fiction Chapter II.  A notebook is left on Ryan’s doorstep,with text that simply says:

Let your story begin.

Now, this could always mean that he simply wrote this little part into a story, like a meta-twist, but we know this isn’t the case. Why? Because when The Author is controlling something, we can hear his voice. So this is our real world that he’s editing. Okay, so that’s pretty obvious. But why is it important?

Because this all implies that The Author needs permission to be let in, but once he is, that permission cannot be revoked. However, it can be resisted.

Keep that in mind, because it’s going to be really important soon.

So, we know that The Author primarily likes to alter the lives of those that already exist in this universe. For a while, he enjoys the challenge it brings. He’s just messing around with lives that he considers inconsequential. 

The one who changed this for him was Mark.

Mark, a man who was down on his luck, who figured he had nothing left to lose, and opened the notebook that was left on his doorstep. 

Remember what The Author says to Ryan? “I’ve written many bestsellers. I’m sure you’ve read some.” He’s not talking about books. At this point, he still only uses people from the real world in his stories. He’s talking about lives, and Mark is his greatest and most successful “bestseller”. 

This is why Mark is his favorite character. He’s the one that received the most attention.

Mark is, at the same time, his most loathed character, because he did not give credit where credit was due.

Mark’s original success was entirely because of The Author, and he never once acknowledged it. Instead, he made himself believe that the success was because of himself and the audience that watched- deluded himself into thinking the original audience was there because they liked him, and not the “him” that The Author had carefully refined. The more he allowed himself to believe this, the more he pushed away The Author. The voice that narrated his life became fainter and fainter, until it was almost nonexistent.

But you can’t get rid of him. You can only resist him for so long.

He hid in the shadows, bitterly trying to find a new project, until Mark started doing something that set The Author off, made him so furious that he vowed to ruin the life of his once-loved creation.

Mark started to make sketch videos. He started to create characters of his own. To The Author, this was like spitting directly in his eye. He made immature characters and jokes that made bile rise in The Author’s throat. I could do so much better, he would think. You don’t know what you’re doing. This is all wrong. I could do this so much better. The final nail in the coffin is when he made a video where he played The Author himself- a bastardized version, a childish one, where Mark took every truth he knew about The Author and then mixed them with immature jokes- and he ended the skit with The Author having been shot and humiliated. 

This man thinks he knows how to create? After defying the Creator himself? He really thinks it’s safe to play God right now? Does he even know what he’s getting himself into? Does he know what it feels like when your characters

d i s o b e y    y o u?

Let’s find out.

The Author was not going to rest until he made every single one of Mark’s characters real, and made them ruin him.

He started in a place that Mark wouldn’t expect. He started with a character that had no real name, no basis except for a few silly edits that were supposed to be “spooky”. He started with a character that he could project all of his anger and hatred for Mark onto. He started with a nightmare.

Remember this?

By giving Dark a name, we finally gave the Author the last piece that he needed to write. 

Because we gave him a name, we made him real.

He knows who wrote him into existence, and he knows that the community is the reason The Author could finally create him. So he knows who we are.

Why did we do this?

Darkiplier is the strongest character. He is the one who haunted Mark in secret for years, plaguing his dreams while The Author played around with other characters in the light.

 He let Warfstache stab Mark to death at one point, but immediately brought him back to life, because he doesn’t want Mark dead. That would be too easy, and would ensure he never gets the credit for his work. No, he wants to ruin him instead. Show him what it’s like when your characters stab you in the back. He wants revenge.

This is why Dark is the most pervasive and insistent of them all. He’s the one who is always there, on and off camera, making sure Mark never has a peaceful night’s sleep.

In A Date With Markiplier, it’s obvious that Dark wants our affection, our attention, to be revered above Mark specifically. People have been struggling to figure out what his motivation could possibly be. 

 Dark is The Author’s self-insert character, and his hatred for Mark and desire for our attention stems from The Author’s burning desire for credit, for us to see that the work was his all along and to love him instead.

How can we know this? Well, let’s take a look.

The Author needs permission to be let in.

“You just have to let me in. It’s as simple as that.”

Once he has permission, it cannot be revoked. It can, however, be resisted, which is what Mark has been doing for years- constantly shutting him out.

Before Mark, The Author enjoyed the challenge that writing pre-existing people brought. He liked that they could keep him on his toes. But after Mark, after his blatant disrespect, he became violent and unstable when people refused to listen to him. He has lost all patience.

“I am tired of giving people a choice.”

“Why do we need to choose in life?” 

The Author wants the attention of the audience that he believes truly belongs to him, and he’ll use his ability to make that happen, whether through affection or intimidation.

“I can take you anywhere you’d like to go. I can especially take you to places you don’t want to go.”

If things go the way he wants them to, what happens?

You humiliate Mark like he humiliated The Author in his skit- you shoot him and walk away. 

You can explore all the possibilities, of course- this is one of The Author’s greatest works. He created so many different branching paths, and he’s thrilled to have someone see them all. Or, as Dark said,

“It’s exciting, knowing that there are endless possibilities waiting for us.”

But heaven help you if you decide that you want to leave. He will trap you in a loop until you understand what he wants you to understand, and every time you try to escape, he- or, Darkiplier, the representation of him- will throw you right back in. “You are never going to escape,” he tells us.

Don’t you understand how much work I put into this? You don’t even know the truth yet, who these characters are, what they represent, who made them. Are you saying you don’t care? You don’t want to recognize me, either?

Well, that’s a problem. See, you let your story begin the second you started our little adventure here, and that’s not the answer I’m looking for. 

T r y   a g a i n?

And yet, after all this, we still fail to recognize The Author. No matter how many times he brings back characters- making them darker, more serious, “more than HE ever gave you”- the credit goes to Mark, time and time again.

He is getting very, very frustrated with us for not recognizing the work he’s done. 

“You’d think,” he hisses in Mark’s dreams, “that after all of this, no matter how much you deny it, they’d finally get it through their skulls. Your lies are inconsistent. Your explanations are weak. Your infantile jokes can only hide so much. If they were half as smart as you think they are, they would understand. They would know by now that something is wrong.”

“I’m not sure they don’t,” Mark admits reluctantly.

“I am.” Dark says. It is a vessel that The Author likes to make his point through, even in nightmares. Especially in nightmares.

“How?”

“Because I asked them.”

“Nobody does.”

[natural--trash]

Tag thing, wanted to do it for some time but now im at my comp and stuff so uh yeah anyways

Rules: once you’ve been tagged you’re supposed to write a post with eighty-two truths and then tag twenty-five people

I was tagged by @fluffyliontae

Name: tsu (just call me that, or susu or smth yknow)

Blood type: A-

Nickname(s): susu, mym

R/s: single

Zodiac Sign: libra

Pronouns: eh whatever, on some days its he > she > they but it can also be a diff order so yeah seriously whatever floats your boat

Favorite TV Shows: W - Two Worlds (same), a Persona 5 anime could be one of them but there’s none

Long or short hair: long

Height: 162cm or so

Do you have a crush on someone: romantic none, aesthetic ones? squishes? hoo boy

What do you like about yourself: my eyes, that cute scar on my hand

Right or left handed: right

List of three favorite colors: too many, i mostly like colour combos, but light blue, black and #540003 i guess

RIGHT NOW

Eating: nothing, i had brownie ritter sport a bit earlier tho

Drinking: water

I’m about to: draw

Listening to: Believer - Imagine Dragons

Kids: 0

Get married: nah

Career: I want money

MOST RECENT

Drink: water

Phone call: i think my uncle??

Song you listened to: before Believer there’s Bonfire on my spotify playlist but rn its Queen by History

HAVE YOU EVER

Dated someone twice: nah

Been cheated on: thats a long story

Kissed someone and regretted it: dont think so

Lost someone special: hmm

Been depressed: yeah

Been drunk and thrown up: never drunk alcohol

Kissed a stranger: nope

Had glasses or contacts: yeah

Had sex on the first date: nope

Broken someone’s heart: not that im aware of it

Turned someone down: kinda??

Cried when someone died: yeah

Fallen for a friend: im aro, that doesnt work

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

Made a new friend: yes

Fallen out of love: no

Laughed until you cried: yes

Met someone who changed you: mhhh dont think so?

Found out who your true friends were: kinda (I’m sorry that I’m always answering like this omg)

Found out someone was talking about you: cant remember

Kissed someone on your fb list: i dont use fb

WHICH IS BETTER

Lips or eyes: eyes

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Shorter or taller: taller

Romantic or spontaneous: platonic

Sensitive or loud: sensitive

Hookup or relationship: friendship

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

FIRST

Best friend: have conatct with both or them but we’re not as close? although I still don’t mind lying/rolling around on his floor

Surgery: does removing my wisdom teeth count? (does it?)

Sport: swimming (I wish I hadn’t stopped)

Vacation: Turkey

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: depends on the day (same)

Miracles: yeah

Love at first sight: i dont rly believe in romantic love, but other than that yeah has flashbacks to when x impulse bought a ps vita

Heaven: i want to

EXTRAS

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: i still dont use fb

Do you have any pets: i used to have a duck

Do you want to change your name: yeah kinda i’d prefer something gender neutral

What did you do for your last birthday: i played video games at home bc i have no friends

What time did you wake up today: idk, fell asleep again

What were you doing last night at midnight: internet

Something you can’t wait for: when i move out

Last time you saw your mom: some minutes ago

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: how my brain is sometimes

Have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah, had a classmate with that name

What’s getting on your nerves: loud noises in the morning, often ppl i dont consider as friends

instructions: You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping.

(should i do the whole thing?? ok lemme get my phone pls note that i havent gotten the p5 ost yet)

Obtained a Berry! - DP OST

actually there comes some more Nintendo OST

Awake -BTS

Young Forever (unplugged ver) - BTS

crow tit (jpn) - bts

Mein Block - Sido

We don’t talk anymore - Jungkook

a song i do not remember what it was

Faint - Linkin Park

La la La - naughty boy

i think its time to make a new playlist bc i dont listen to some pop songs anymore

so uh yeah the whole thing it is

5 things you’d find in my bag:

tissues, a shit ton

wallet

probably some paper

charger

phone

5 things you’d find in my bedroom:

desk

clothes

stuffed animals

bed

my computer

5 things i always wanted to do in life:

Travelmore

Get a job i love

Own a cat

Get a life I like

Have ppl I’m close with that are not far away

5 things i’m currently into:

video games

persona 5, fire emblem heroes (they deserve their own point)

kpop

art

ummm edgesthetic?

5 things on my to do list:

go to a BTS concert

get a part time job

learn Japanese and perhaps Korean and get better at French

visit all the countries I still want to go to

get better at drawing

5 things people may not know about me:

I would love to study video game development but I’m too scared of what’s after that plus there’s no way I’ll get accepted hahaha

i love min yoongi and his mixtape bc he idk he helped me think that maybe not everything in my life will be shitty later and that maybe I’ll be able to be happy one day

I’m currently in a more down phase

i have problems with my sense of reality

i have a cute scar on my hand

Top 10 BTS Songs Tag:

  House Of Cards (Full Length Edition)

  House Of Cards [OUTRO]

  Good Day

No order from here on

4. I NEED U (Japanese Ver.) 5. FOR YOU 6. 쩔어 (Dope) 7. 등골브레이커 (Spine breaker) 8. 24/7 = Heaven 9. Blood Sweat & Tears 10. Not Today

I have time

10 groups/artists you like besides Kpop/liked before Kpop:

nqrse ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Fall Out Boy

Panic! at the Disco

DAOKO ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Casper

Die Ärzte

I think that’s it

DAT ADAM

uhh I liked Abingdon Boys School at some point

idk the old Sido songs aint bad?

10 favorite non-kpop songs:

ダイスキ - DAOKO

BANG! - DAOKO

Das Grizzly Lied - Casper

パラサイト(Parasite) - nqrse feat.まふまふ,luz  

ECHO - まふまふ (mafumafu) feat.nqrse

p much any song sung by nqrse im sorry im trash hmu and ill link you some good stuff

Believer - Imagine Dragons

Bonfire - Felix Jaehn, ALMA

Die Vergessenen 1/2 - Casper

omg i totally forgot about OSTs Toberu Mono from The Last Stiry, too much from Persona 5 liek Beneath the Mask, Last Surprise etc

10 favorite movies:

i don’t watch enough :c

10 favorite tv shows, including anime & cartoons:

W - Two Worlds

Acchi Kocchi

Psycho Pass

I’m giving up

10 things you enjoyed before kpop/enjoy besides kpop, that won’t fit in the lists above:

music

art

video games

esp atlus n nintendo games!!

cute soft stuffed animals

flight rising

sarma

collecting cute key charms

collecting cute things in general

dancing

ten tag last movie you watched: i dont know

last song you listened to:  that one song mentioned above by Daoko

last show you watched: I Hear Your Voice

last book you read: Der Vorleser by Bernhard Schlink, don’t read it

last thing you ate: chocolate

if you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be: Tokyo

when would you time travel to: itll be spontaneous

first thing you would do with lottery money: buy a loft

character you would hang out with for a day: P5 Protagonist

time right now: 23:52

the ‘or’ tag

build a snowman with v OR have a snowball fight with j-hope

get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga

go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook

do a dance cover with j-hope OR sing a duet with jin

kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga

babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v

meet j-hope’s family OR have v meet your family

film a commercial with j-hope OR film a sketch with v

hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook

go to paris with jin OR go to london with suga (sorry been to paris already)

film a drama with jin OR do a photo shoot with rap monster

attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with jungkook

spend a lazy day with suga OR explore a city with j-hope

fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook

make up a silly rap with v OR a silly choreography with jin

have a fun picnic with j-hope OR a fancy date with jin

have jungkook serenade you OR have v sing you to sleep

have a dance party with j-hope OR sing karaoke with suga

go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga

cook with jin AND bake a cake with jimin

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and j-hope OR christmas with rap monster, jimin and j-hope

rules: answer the questions with the first letter of your name, then tag 10 people. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. you cannot use the same word twice.

What is your name? - Tsu

A four letter word? - text

A boy’s name? - Tom

An occupation? - tailor

Something you wear? - t-shirt

A color? - turquoise

A food? - tomato

Something you find in the bathroom? - toilet

A place? - Tokyo

A reason for being late? - traffic

Something you shout? - yells

A movie title? - something that starts with “the”

Something you drink? - tea

An animal? - turtle

A type of car? - tesla

Title of a song? - Tage wie diese - die toten hosen

I’m,,, maybe later @mama-kisu @metroid-fr (you can do the non kpop stuff) eh whoever wants i guess