#most of these r more doodles than anything

[marcidonato]

wanted to do some experiments soooooo of course theres lots of teggy. this was ny first time drawing alucard ☝🏻👩🏻‍🦲

[loveandleases]

(Our second fluff ABC's. This time for our hothead. You can find the first fluff ABC's here. Below the cut~)

A = Admiration - Cam admires honesty.

B = Body - Any part of MC, doesn't matter. Just know Cam is very much paying attention to all of their body.

C = Cuddling - There were many nights when MC and Cam were having a sleepover that Cam ended up half laying on MC. Cam loves to cuddle, and why not do that with your favorite person?

D = Dates - For Cam he would prefer something more laid back. While he would take MC out on the town if that is what they wanted, just having that one on one time is a plus in their book.

E = Emotions - They are known as our resident hot head for a reason. Cam can take a lot, he will bury it. (Looking at all those emotions he has pushed down for MC). If Cam feels someone is being rude or out of pocket just know he will do something about it. Even if it has nothing to do with him.

F = Family - For him, those people he considers famliy are the most important to him. Whether that is MC, or MC's aunt, even doggo. They matter to Cam. Now how that applies to his own siblings, you will just have to wait and see.

G = Gifts - He loves to give gifts, believes them to be little reminders of his appreciation. If you see the inside of Cam's room, you will see trinkets from many different points in his life. Things from his childhood, such as the first pebble MC gave him. To a stack of polaroids of Kara's first steps, to when he got the doggo for MC.

H = Holding Hands - He holds hands with such fervency. Afraid that if he lets go the person whose hand he was holding will cease to exist.

I = Injury - While Cam can handle pain thanks to growing up sick, he can't handle it when it has to do with people he cares about. When he saw MC's nose bleed (thanks Cam) he nearly fainted form the sight of blood. Just the idea of hurting someone gives him the ick. (unless that person is Chris.)

J = Jokes - Definitely a jokester, sometimes you just have to laugh to keep from crying. Sadly that is one of Cam's ideals. He will be sulking out of your view.

K = Kisses - Cam kisses with urgency, as if each one will be the last. Each one more dear than the one before.

L = Love - Cam has had love for people, platonically, and romantically. Though no love burns brighter or hurts as much as the one he has for his best friend. It's a love to never be given lightly or that expects anything in return.

M = Memory - He has many memories he holds dear, from the first word Kara spoke, to his first kiss. One of his favorite memories is prom, and when he headbutted Chris. (Okay that one yeah that one is top 5.)

N = Nightmare (what is one of their fears?) - One of his biggest fears is to be discarded. To be replaced and treated as if he never mattered at all. He can do without that.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) - MC will see Cam just grab at his hair and faceplant on the table, the couch even his bed. MC has yet to find out why but they always hear Cam mumbling things under his breath.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)- Red.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) - Cam prefers to just hang out, relax. Talk about your shared past and what coul be your future. Watch really cringey shows. Share a pint of ice cream together. Help in any way he can. Also…laundry.

R = Rhythm (what song do they hum to themselves, when they think no one is listening.)- He will hum anything even if he doesn't know the lyrics, his current go to is Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Ray.

S = Secrets (how open are they?) - With others he's not open at all, with MC like an open book. (well except for one secret he keeps close). He will never intentionally tell MC's secrets, those are sacred to him.

T = Time (how do they spend their time?) - Pining. Doodling in a journal he keeps hidden in a drawer. Taking horrible candid photos of people. Cam also likes to read, there will always be a book dog eared in his camera bag.

U = Upset (how do they act when they're upset?) - Depends on how upset he is. While somethings he will bottle, other things will make him out swear a sailor. Cam gives it his all in a lot of things, especially when it comes to cussing someone out. Did they bump into MC, alright hes going to tell them their mother should have swallowed. Our boy is fiesty sometimes to a fault. But it's because he truly cares.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) - Their accomplishments. While his parents don't recognize how good he is as a photographer, Cam is truly good at it. At capturing a moment or an idea just with photos. It's something he prouds himself on. If he sucks at everything else, at least he knows this is the one thing he can do.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) - He has a scar on the back of his thigh from doing just that. Cam will fight for you, beside you. To him it doesn't matter. You just tell him where to throw that punch.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) - Very well. There will be times when Cam can read MC better than he can himself. He won't always know when something is wrong or whats wrong, especially if your relationship changes. He will try his best to figure out whats wrong.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) - I can't give all the details away, but it would depend. It's not that he wouldn't plan it, it's just likely that he would be so overcome with emotion that he just blurts it out.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) - Someone touching their hand or a hug. He never really got them from his family so to him it's not only shocking when someone does it but its so comforting to him that he wishes it would never end.

[tblsomedoodles]

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more Donnie VS The World content. It makes me vibrate and scream and wiggle like I'm off my meds. I would love anything, even a solid block of text, but your doodles/full artworks/comics are my favorite.

Please? All I've found so far is what we see in the donnieverse comic and the MVA/AMV (music video animatic/animatic music video). So many questions, like - is Casey (Sr) involved in any way, whethercas a fellow captive or rescue mission teammate? Is this the True Apocalypse or Averted Apocalypse timeline? If the latter, where is Casey (Jr)? How is Splinter handling it? (Is he even still alive to be Having Emotions About It?)

(Please feed me.

B L E A S E)

(If you don't mind, could you show/tell how Donnie escapes, one of his first Big Leads that gives him so much hope he cries, and/or the Big Reunion? One would be nice, two would be great, and all three would be amazing. If they aren't planned/are too spoilery, that's okay. Anything you can/are willing to give would be lovely.)

Thank you!! I'm glad you like it : ) I don't think I've answered many asked about this particular au, so i'm more than willing to talk about it! : )

I don't really have much up for it, mostly b/c it deals with a lot of angsty material that i can be a little uneasy about posting. I have a bit of old concept art, and an unposted fic i'm editing/rewriting (b/c it's the first fic i wrote for Rise and i did not have those character voices down lol.) I can probably post the first bits of it later this week. I did say at one point that i would once 'proud family tradition' was over, and it now is.

but yeah, here's the concept art, i'll put the explanation under the break b/c i'm going to be rambling lol.

So Donnie vs. takes place after the thwarted apocalypse (not-apocalypse future). They get taken by Bishop a few months afterwards, and it isn't until about a year after that, that Donnie gets free.

He's the last one still with Bishop at that point, and had been told/convinced through various means that his brothers were dead.

Bishop did a lot of experiments on him, leaving a lot of scaring. One of which was injecting him with Krang DNA to see what would happen. (the eye and veins thing. I think he has some side effects from that but i'm not entirely certain what they are atm)

The fic itself starts after his rescue, b/c i'm focusing on Donnie's search for his brothers (and his own recovery) Rather than the traumatic event itself.

The rescue itself, was certainly a rescue. April, Casey, and CJ worked together to get him out of there as well as gain whatever information they could before they were found out. (Casey went undercover and was able to get some incomplete files and help get donnie out before she was discovered and had to leave.)

donnies in...pretty bad shape at that point, mentally and physically. Physically, he's malnurished, injured, scared, the works. Bishop did a number on him in the year he had him.

Mentally, he's pretty much shut down. He's completely non-verbal, unresponsive most of the time, when he does respond it's very slow and seemingly difficult for him to do so. He describes it that it feels like he's behind several plates of thick glass. He can see and hear what's happening, interacting (or even just feeling anything about it) is very hard to get past the glass.

How he goes from that state to hunting down his brothers is fairly simple. One of the broken, encripted files Casey acquired was Leo's file. None of the three could open it, but they managed to get Donnie to try to do so. He manages it, sees the file, and for the first time in about a year, has hope. He doesn't even wait to show the other three, he just takes off while no one was looking, with April's laptop and CJ's coat (he steals a backpack along the way.)

I don't really want to say much past that. A lot of the rescues/reunions are pretty spoiler heavy, and i don't want to ruin some of the mystery of what's going on in the fic. But know this, he does get all his brothers (and family in general) back. Also, splinter is alive and is part of this, but again, that's spoilers for some things i don't want to ruin.

Again, i'll probably start posting this sometime this week. It's an interesting fic that i've put quite a bit of time into at this point, so i'll be excited to see what is thought of it.

Thank you!

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Can you please please do a Wednesday X Fem Reader where thy are dating and it can be like parts where one, finding out about readers cancer, then dealing with it, then trying to fight it, but the treatment not working, so the reader is slowly dying and Wednesday does all the things reader likes for them and always stays with them. Then after R's death Wednesday tries to cope with it for weeks and months but in the couldn't anymore so she hints the dark ending. The Angst will be out of this world

Ghost Of You

Word count: 3.8K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst, terminal cancer, anything to do with cancer, death, loss, depression, mentions of suicide

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X Fem!Reader

I need a hug after writing this. I think it’s my longest fic so far, I hope you like it!🖤✨

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Your relationship with Wednesday was by far the best thing you could ever wish for, and it shocked you when out of the three people that were interested in her, she chose you. You never expected her to choose you because you thought you weren’t as pretty as Tyler or Xavier… well, everyone thought she liked boys because she was always hanging out with one, but turns out she liked women, and you were her first and only choice. Sure you weren’t perfect, but Wednesday always made sure you knew you were perfect to her… obviously using her ways. She never told you directly, more through metaphors but you didn’t mind, you knew that this was her love language and somehow you had to admit you didn’t mind that. You weren’t one for hugs or cuddles yourself, but it would happen from time to time that you and her would sleep together, and the most contact you had even in bed was your arm around her waist, nothing more nothing less.

In class you would always sit together, paying attentions and taking notes for each other when one of you stayed in your room because you were sick or something like that. Of course Wednesday’s note were always so clean and tidy, and yours would be decorated with the doodles you drew when you were bored. Recently though you have been feeling sicker than usual. You didn’t have a fever, but you were always so weak and tired, even if you slept for hours nothing would change. You would sweat a lot even when you were not moving, and you were always so pale. This was no other case. “(Y/N), you need to sleep. You can’t always be this tired and not pay attention.” Your girlfriend recently has always been trying to help you and get you to sleep, even if her ways were a bit too harsh. You were in your botany class so you had to keep it low “Wednesday I’m sleeping a lot at night, I don’t know what’s happening to me” you sand as you wiped your forehead from the new bead of sweat.

Wednesday noticed that and put a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. “You’re warm. You should go to the infirmary.” You nodded slightly and got up, but as soon as you did you started feeling dizzy. “I’m not… feeling very well…” you tried to hold yourself up but you lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Without saying a word Wednesday got up and rushed to your side. The teacher came towards you as well, and given as you may have hit your head when falling, she called an ambulance. When it arrived you were still unconscious and you remained unconscious for a few hours… weird, for just a high temperature. Being the protective girlfriend she was, Wednesday wanted to get on the ambulance but no one let her, so she had to wait until lessons were over, and she did, going to the hospital with Weems. “How is she?” The short Ravenette girl asked.

The doctor sighed. “Unfortunately we only have bad news… she has stage 4 cancer. Has she ever shown signs of weakness?” The news threw Wednesday off, she never expected such bad news just because you passed out. Wednesday stayed quiet for a while, until Weems nudged her shoulder, both to remind her she had to answer the question and to get her out of her thoughts. “She was always tired these past few weeks, she said it was because she studied too hard… she was never this sick. Is it treatable?” The doctor took notes and then sighed. “We can try, but it most likely won’t work. It’s not operable but we can immediately start with aggressive chemotherapy, this could give us some hope even if she’ll be very very sick.” Both Wednesday and Weems nodded. Weems was your guardian so she had to agree to the treatment. “How long does she have left?” Wednesday asked, her voice low and soft, as the doctor shook his head with a sigh. “Not much. Close to a year, maybe even less.”

Weems wanted to be the one to tell you as she basically raised you, so Wednesday stayed out of the room. When Wednesday finally came into your hospital room, she saw you cry desperately while in Weems’s arms, she was crying as well. You refused to believe that your life was basically over, you had your whole life ahead of you yet it got ripped from you. You had planned a lot of stuff with your friends, with your girlfriend. You hadn’t been together for that long, But you two were definitely made for one another, and even though you wanted to wait to have some more physical contact with her, now it couldn’t wait anymore. Wednesday grew sick at the sight of you so desperate, she couldn’t bare to see you like this and for the first time in her life, it hurt her as well seeing someone in pain. She had promised you too many times that she’d protect you, but she couldn’t protect you from this, there wasn’t any chance that she could do so. Wednesday looked down, trying to prevent her own eyes to water.

When you had calmed down a bit you asked Weems to be left alone with Wednesday and of course she left the room. Wednesday looked at you as she made her way over to you. “I-I don’t want to die…” you said trying not to cry again, as you covered your face with your hands. Wednesday didn’t hesitate to come towards you and hug you, for the first time in your relationship she hugged you. “I know mi amor. I’m so sorry.” Wednesday herself was trying so hard not to cry. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry anymore, but she knew that when you left, it would destroy her. You refused to stay in the hospital, deciding that you’d take your treatments in your dorm. You didn’t want to live your last year in a hospital, you wanted to make the best out of it with your girlfriend and your best friends. Your doctors allowed you to, and Weems even changed your dorm so that you’d be with Wednesday.

Your first treatment was at the hospital, and even though it was really heavy, you went through it easily. You had decided to take your illness on a brighter side: You were going to die anyway, but why be sad instead of making the best out of it? When you went back to school all your friends were there for you, they did whatever they could to try and cheer you up and it worked in some ways, because when you happened to be alone, you’d always break down. You didn’t want your friends to see you always sad, you wanted them to remember you like the happy girl you have always been and always will be, in their memory. Wednesday had changed as well. She was more protective, more attentive to you and what you did, she wanted to make sure you were happy and fine until your last breath, and she wanted you to have as many memories with her as you could. She loved you so much and deep down she was hurting too, but she never showed it, she never vented to anyone. She had to tend to you.

Your treatments were in the afternoon, after school in yours and Wednesday’s dorm. It had now been two months since you had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and slowly but surely you were getting weaker, sicker. But you still managed to keep going. One morning you woke up and when you went to the bathroom to brush your hair… they just came away like it was cotton candy. Literally you took a strand of your hair and it would come away without any effort. You had expected this, but it didn’t feel like you had anticipated. “W-Wednesday?” You called for her and she dropped whatever she was doing to come to you. “Yes my love?” She said, and looked at you through the mirror. You were looking at yourself with tears in your eyes and strands of hair in hour hands, unable to speak.

Wednesday took the hair you were holding and put them in the sink, as she placed a hand on your cheek and turned you to look at her, caressing both your cheeks as her eyes showed a hint of sadness as she gave a small smile. “This is good though, right? It means that the chemo is working. Right?” You were panicking, tears filled your eyes even more as they rolled down your cheek. You had been trying to deny the fact that you were sick but now it was undeniable. Wednesday sighed and pulled you in a tight hug, where you broke and fell to your knees, Wednesday caught you and accompanied you to the ground as you two stayed in that desperate hug, where you did nothing but cry, scream and grip Wednesday close to you. “I don’t want to die…” you sobbed out, while the brunette was holding you tightly, rubbing your back. “I know…” she said in a surprising soft tone, it would be surprising to everyone else but you, because recently she has always been soft to you.

Wednesday’s eyes let a couple tears fall, but she looked up and gulped, she had to be strong for you. That day you shaved your head to get rid of the last bit of hair that remained, from that day on you were never the same. You no longer smiled every day, you no longer made jokes about anything and you didn’t leave your room aside from school. It had been six months now and You had also started loosing weight and you hated that. You looked like a corpse, pale and basically skin and bone. It was a morning like every other and you were getting ready for school, but when in your underwear you stared at yourself in the mirror. You hated how you looked, you hated all of it. As you cried and sniffled Wednesday hugged you from behind, hands around your waist and her head on your shoulder. You were pretty much the same height, so it was no problem for her.

“I look terrible…” you said in a soft voice as you placed your hands on top of Wednesday’s. “You don’t. Mi amor you’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen” you shook your head and turned around to look at her, her arms still wrapped around you. “Wednesday, I’m dying.. I only have like six months left and I look like shit now. There’s no way I look pretty” you sighed as you hid your face under her neck. “You’ll always look pretty. Skinny, normal weight, short hair, long hair… you’ll always be pretty wether it’s here or in my mind, you’re still the prettiest girl I know… no wonder you’re my girlfriend” she said and you smiled brightly, staying in her embrace. Three more months had passed, you had now only three months left. Chemo obviously didn’t work so you interrupted it, even if you still would get sicker and it was showing. Your friends were still trying to make you happy whenever they could. Weems even let you all go on a trip to Los Angeles, you have always wanted to go there and you finally managed to make that dream come true.

On a Monday morning you woke up feeling extra weak. Wednesday was still asleep, but you had to go to the bathroom. You got up and out of bed, but as soon as you were on your feet you immediately fell down… you couldn’t even hold yourself up on your feet anymore. “Fuck-“ you said as you tried to stand back up, but you couldn’t. You started crying, calling for Wednesday but she was in a deep sleep, until you managed to raise your voice more. “Wednesday please wake up…” you sobbed out. Finally she did wake up and soon saw you on the floor. “(Y/N)? What happened?” She asked as she rushed to your side, to try and lift you up and place you on the bed. You tried to help by pushing yourself up, but you couldn’t. “I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got up my legs failed me, I can’t even hold myself up anymore…” you looked down and cried. Wednesday hated seeing you like this and it wasn’t long now until your time was up and you’d be gone. Luckily doctors had you prepared for this inconvenient and had left you a wheelchair. With Wednesday’s help you sat there so she could take you to class.

You were giving up. You couldn’t keep fighting knowing you’d die anyway… it was no use. You even refused to celebrate your birthday, you stayed in your room, just cuddling with Wednesday knowing that this would be the last birthday you’d spend with her. “I don’t want you to cry when I die..” you said all of the sudden. You were basically laying half on top of her with your head under her neck. Wednesday stayed quiet at your request. “It wouldn’t be you. I want you to be the girl you always have been, I don’t want you to change because of me… I just want you to remember me and not forget about me.” You said as you took a deep breath and stayed close to her. “My love I will never forget about you. You will forever be my only love, I can’t find someone like you nor even close. There’s only one (Y/N) and only one person who has my heart, and that person is you.”

Three more months passed… you were back at the hospital. You had gotten sicker, to the point that you needed a mask to help you breathe. Wednesday was always there by your side, never leaving you. Both of you knew that your end was near and she did whatever she could to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible. You were in a lot of pain, you were having troubles breathing… until the dreaded day came. Wednesday and Weems were in your room, you knew that life would leave your body pretty soon. After talking to Weems who was crying desperately you moved your attention to Wednesday, taking a hold of your hand. “Nes I’m scared” you sobbed out weakly as you searched for her eyes. She looked at you and squeezed your hand tightly “I know you’re scared my love.. but it’ll be okay… you’re going to be okay” she said and caressed your face, all while you winced in pain, your whole body hurt, everything hurt. “N-nes, promise me you’ll be okay” you asked, you wanted her to be okay when you left.

“Promise me you’ll continue with your life, that you will be happy. But promise me you’ll always remember me, and that you’ll always love me” you cried out, and she leaned in to place her forehead on yours “I promise you mi amor” she said and leaned in for a kiss, which you reciprocated… your last. You saved your last breath and your energy for this kiss, and then you were gone. You died kissing your girlfriend and you couldn’t ask for a better death.

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Enid came rushing through the hospital, tears in your eyes as she busted the door open, she didn’t like what she saw one bit… Weems was crying desperately while sitting on your bed and trying to hug you, while Wednesday sat in her chair. Fists and jaw clenched as she looked down. She was trying so hard not to cry, and she was managing so far. Wednesday didn’t do tears. Wednesday had promised you she’d never cry, and she never did. In her life Wednesday only cried once, when her pet scorpio died, and now she was scared she would cry again and if she did, she wouldn’t recover ever again. “Is she gone?…” Enid asked, making her way towards Wednesday, who only gave a nod in response. Her knuckles had turned white from how tight she was keeping her fists, nails biting into her flash. “I’m sorry…” Enid said, sitting next to Wednesday and placing her head on her shoulder.

Wednesday always liked funerals, she even attended the ones of people she didn’t know. But your funeral was something else… because she knew you, she loved you and seeing you being put into the ground, just hurt. Every student from Nevermore was there and all of them wished their condolences to the principal, and even tried to do the same with Wednesday. She kept avoiding everyone, she didn’t want to hear people tell her how sorry they were for her loss. The whole week it has been raining, but it was sunny that day, and your funeral was right at dawn… god did you make a beautiful sunset. Your favorite colors were in the sky, from purple to orange and Wednesday has never liked colors more, she wanted to frame this moment forever. When everyone left Wednesday stayed at your grave.

Wednesday had promised you she’d never stay at your grave, yet here she was.

Wednesday had promised you she’d be happy… but she couldn’t, not after losing you.

Wednesday had promised you she wouldn’t cry, yet here she was.

For the first time she was crying. A couple tears had left her eyes, but it was just that. She wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve, smearing her dark, light makeup. She stayed at your grave for hours, just staring at the beautiful picture of you smile, and Wednesday remembered: you had never seem her smile. You talked a lot about wanting to see her smile, yet you never did. Wednesday couldn’t keep one single promise to you. She cried, she wasn’t happy. It was hard to keep these promises. She would have had no issue with that, but with you.. she couldn’t stand to know that she had broken her promises to you, and it hurt, it hurt so bad. But she couldn’t let her façade drop, she had to keep it up.

Wednesday was destroyed. Her grades in school had dropped, she barely left her room. She didn’t have any interest anymore, she didn’t hang out with her friends. The room she shared with you was filled with your scent and she didn’t want to forget about it, she didn’t want to forget about you, she couldn’t. You were too young to die, and you were both too dumb to know things like “Love” so she drowned it all down, talking to what now is the ghost of you, telling you how she misses you, talking about everything she could think of, and mostly, saying sorry. What was she sorry for? She was scared she hadn’t been a good girlfriend, she was scared she hasn’t been enough for you, and she just wanted the confirmation that she did whatever she could to make you happy, but you couldn’t give her this confirmation, not anymore.

Wednesday started skipping classes, she never did that. Wednesday stopped writing her very loved novel. Wednesday was depressed.

Eventually she had to move back in with Enid, and the girl was so keen on wanting to make her vent. “Wednesday it’s been months now. You need to talk to someone. We barely see you around anymore, please just talk to me.” Enid tried, sitting on her friend’s bed. “I’m fine Enid. I don’t need to talk to anyone.” Wednesday replied bitterly, nails gripping her desk as she was drawing something she didn’t even know what it was. The blonde stayed quiet for a while. “You know what Wednesday, I’m tired of this. I’m tired of seeing you, my best friend, being depressed for her girlfriend’s death. And I don’t mean it in a bad way, I want you to understand that it’s okay to be depressed, that it’s okay to be sad but it’s also okay to talk to someone. We all miss her, but we also know that it’s been the hardest on you. Please Wednesday just talk to me, to any us” she said the last part whispering.

Wednesday put the pencil down as she turned to look at her friend. She didn’t know how to begin, where to start from. She felt tears building up in her eyes as she tightened her fists and jaw, she didn’t want to cry. Wednesday didn’t want to cry, not in front of Enid. Wednesday was crying.

A couple tears had rolled down her cheek, but she wasn’t making any sound. She just looked at Enid, who smiled sadly. “You can let go… it’s just us-“ “Don’t.” Wednesday was quick to shush her and while her mind spoke this fake truth, her body language Said otherwise. The ravenette started visibly shaking, her breaths becoming closer to one another and quicker that her usual. All the emotions she has been bubbling up burst out all at once as she started crying this time it was a real cry, it wasn’t just a couple tears, Wednesday was crying, sobbing on her chair as she covered her face with her hands. Enid made her way towards Wednesday and pulled her into a hug. “No! G-get away from me-“ she tried, but Enid was stronger. “I won’t Wens. Stop trying” the blonde insisted, keeping her close to her.

Wednesday eventually gave in and cried more in the hug, her friend’s shirt who tried to comfort her while holding her close, Wednesday was screaming, sobbing, everything she has always been trying to deny. “Oh my g-god-“ Wednesday sobbed out, thinking of you again. It seemed like she was trying to deny the fact that you had died until now. “You’ll be okay Wednesday… it’ll pass with time” Enid tried to reassure her, but From that day on, Wednesday only felt worst. Now she didn’t get out of her bed, she didn’t stop crying.

Then on this particular day, Wednesday felt happy.

They say it’s a matter of time

A thousand days and the sun won’t shine

Before I come back to you…

And I’m happy, nothing’s going to stop me

I’m making my way home

I’m making my way

Wednesday felt happy, because

For your love I will go far

I wanna be wherever you are

I know I’m coming back to you.

Wednesday was happy, because she was soon going ti be with you forever.

[toots-senpai]

Ghost and König X Afab! Reader Poly HC's

Authors Note: pure horny out of a writers block for military propaganda characters with masks. you betcha… whooooop

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: call of duty: modern warfare

Pairing: ghost x stoner! reader x könig

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: weed/smoking, oral (both receiving), public! sex, car sex, dp, recording, intoxicated! sex, sex toys

sfw

they pay attention to their schedules enough to make sure that you know when you’re alone and when both of them will be home and or one of them. it’s all estimates but it makes the three of you feel good to know that there’s always time in between. even if sometimes when one is home they have to wake you up and tell you that they have to leave at least it always within these estimates.

they are early morning birds most definitely. ghost sleeps in a bit longer and holds you closer to him in the morning after könig had you all night close to himself and ghost will never fail to put you back into his chest in the morning instead of having your face tucked into könig’s bicep. these two make for really warm nights and the mornings you all sleep in together simon usually complains that könig didn’t make breakfast. if it’s not you it’s always him designated for meals.

simon is the animal lover by default. immediately after settling down together you guys pick a pet for the home. könig got a snake and simon got a dog, pretty doodle for you to take on walks and the men train the dog vigorously before leaving you with it. most definitely rescued the dog and argued with könig about over population in animals on the way to the shelter. there’s a chance you ask simon for a cat instead and he’ll be a bit disappointed but won’t argue about and will most definitely end up with a bourbon in his hand and a cat tucked away on his gear.

if you like being held while they walk with you in public könig usually does it while simon holds the bags. könig always holds you chest to chest with his fingers laced underneath the fat of your ass and ghost prefers to hold you bridal style. simon doesn't like to hold you as much as könig but he holds you in private when könig isn't available for your koala desires.

they have assigned loveseats/single sofas and assigned places when you walk together both of them will usually always stand on the outside if two of you are together one on one but fully together könig usually stands on the inside unless there are alot of people then he’ll take the outside. könig sleeps on the left side of the bed though but simon likes sleeping close to the door. they don’t bicker about the left side at home and könig will always give up for anything simon wants because your wants is more of what he cares about but they do tend to bicker at hotels. even so simon has more of a heart for könig than he has for simon.

könig likes it more romantic and planned than simon but simon likes to detour and find love in hidden places.

they like to fish and you all own a summer house because of them. you find out that they've been using it as a safehouse as the expensive boat has been used on their missions you’ve collected from the bullet holes that you had to point out to them and had to get fixed by yourself.

they didn’t care when you ‘fessed up’ to them about smoking weed. könig cares about your eating habits but simon shrugged it off, he doesn't like your dealer though. he won't admit it but it him judging their lifestyle. they didn’t expect your collection though, they’ve never looked at you to be a collector of pieces and have an entire zip of weed hidden away. könig asked for a small sesh and the boys were honestly just infatuated with the smoke that left your lips and theirs. könig gets horny high and it made simon genuinely make fun of him for the first time on his tolerance. simon relaxes and likes to cuddle more when he's high but simon rarely gets high on purpose.

you and könig will most definitely force him to smoke along the journey but he denied for awhile until you brung up edibles that's when he smoked a little more with you. simon liked the eddies but könig had a panic attack. könig stopped smoking after that.

even with them not fucking with weed like that they do like to participate in whatever you wanna do. morning bong rip on the porch? könig has coffee for the two of you and tea for simon. hotboxing the car in an abandoned parking lot? könig likes to stay outside the car and enjoy the fresh air while being your lookout.

nsfw

adventures with the two are very common and during hotboxes with simon, he loves to end your smoke seshes any way he can. he’ll make you moan loud enough for könig to finally come down from ontop the car as a lookout or will purposely rock the car with fake thrusts until könig complains about the sound of simon's shenanigans and would want to go home.

but car sex? oh my god! steamy windows and both of them moving around intensely to try to fit in the tiny car and thrust into the spots that make your vision swim and make you dizzy makes the boys buy a better car. a truck inspires the two of them into 'cinema' for some odd reason and the make make a number collection of ‘movies’ with pretty backdrops while you’re being fucked in the cargo bed with a couple of pretty blankets that compliment your skin. könig has the truck but simon and könig bickered about having another car so he got an suv and likes to tie you up and play with you in the backseat with his phone recording in front of you two. very good angles simon has a really good catch at getting your angles and lighting just right so that late night adventures with just simon usually ends up with you in his lap and his dick drilling into your dripping pussy and his fingers pulling at your nipples while he whispers to you about how pretty you look.

late nights after drinking könig will always be your carrier to the car allways so 9 times out of 10 after the pub könig always starts his shenanigans first. he’s holding your intoxicated form because it’s his job but with his hands are where they are supposed to be when he holds you and he’ll always dig to feel how the liquor dampens your panties and usually leads to the three of you in the alley with ghost’s hand on your mouth to stop you from whimpering or even gasping for air when they both penetrate your holes.

double penetration has admittedly gotten you to the point that they can just slide into you with ease. if the weeks are long away from you and they’re stuck in missions when they come back the prep for them will always be almost terrifying. if you ever tell them you'd be in for a day of being stuck between the two of the men who would release an entire month's worth of their sex drives into your system but you go out of your way to keep yourself stretched for them. your toy collection would be a waste if you didn't.

they live for oral and survive on it, experts at using their mouths. will both go out of their way to eat you out and love to bite and leave as many marks as they can on your skin and of course they eat ass they are not pussies by any means and if anything that stops the bicker between your thighs but instead leaves a burn as the two men wrap their arms around your thighs and hips. könig has bigger fingers and loves to tease you while simon will suck your clit until your squirting all over them.

simon likes fucking you from behind when you have könig lodged in your throat so he can make you gag with every thrust and könig likes to grab your hair in a makeshift pony and thrust inside your throat slowly. simon likes the way könig chokes and stutters as he's groaning when you gag him just right but he gets mad at simon if he’s pushing you too gag too hard while you’re sucking him off.

könig likes drunk sex and loves high sex, he's a power bottom but intoxicated he subs. even after könig stopped smoking he still wants you to blow it in his mouth. simon during drunk sex is a bit rough and uncoordinated but when he's high he also likes to power bottom and his voice get's raspy when he's high barking around orders to the two of you.

both have some wicked oral fixations and love to spit and cum where they want, they love it when they can use whatever spit or cum to make disgusting noises as they suck hickeys and squeeze and bite bruises into your skin to laugh as you whimper and jump against whoever is holding your wrists down.

[raven-the-claw]

A Complete Guide To Chaotic Academia

bc its my fav aesthetic and there is not enough content about it

Outfits

most people say that chaotic academia is just dark academia but a little bit more messy, and, well, chaotic. the truth is, chaotic academia is A LOT more messy than dark academia. you can still use dark academia as kind of a "base", but you are going to replace your blazers with flannels, your turtlenecks with tshirts. as for pants, you can go with litteraly anything: cigarette pants, tailored trousers, ripped-up jeans or normal black leggings. i personally really ike ripped up overalls bc they give that "i dont really give a damn, im so misunderstood, my parents didnt love me, im a crazy lonely introverted teenage child" vibe...idk. whatever you wear, make sure you feel comfortable in it! even tho in chaotic academia there are almost no rules at all, here are some things that might help you!

colours: any earthy tones are fine, brown, caramel, dark green, dark red, white, etc etc

fictional characters that might inspire you:

-remus lupin

- any dpc character

- jess mariano

- sydney novak

accesories: flannels (a personal fav + they make even the most boring fit look better), cardigans, converse (bonus points if you draw/write on them or if you have them laced in a weird way), bracelets or necklaces that mean something to you, harry potter back packs, tote bags...

hairstyles: whatever you want, just make sure your hair is ALWAYS messy, looking like you just fucking woke up

Activities and Traits

ok now we're getting to the actually important part bc (repeat after me): chaotic academia is not about how you look, its about how you live and how you act. so here r some thing that might help:

- annotating books with the most unhinged random thoughts

- learning poetry or speeches word for word but not remembering most of the things for school

- studying in the (school) library and being besties with the librarian (optional)

- leaving notes (on trees, mailboxes or library books) for strangers to find

- "studying while listening to classical music" and then instead of studying you end up agressivly mouthing your favorite song

- im sure yall already heard this one, but yes, swearing and slag while discussing deep academic topics is incredibly important

- speaking of important topics: posting something important on social media knowing no one will read it

- doodles on your hands 24/7 (NO SUSAN, I DONT GIVE A DAMN THAT ITS BAD FOR MY SKIN)

- sarcasm. a lot.

- random thoughts

- random quotes

- knowing a ton of conspiracy theories that you dont even beileve in by heart

- listening to all different types of podcasts

- one day reading the classics, the next ya fantasy and day after that ao3 smut

- multifandom, multishipper

- tea/coffee addiction

- adding b.c. to todays date when writing it in school

- random thoughts and the weirdest annotations in your school notebooks, especially the classes that you find boring

- "going to the bathroom" and then spending half of your math class drawing/reading/smoking/crying/thinking/whatever the fuck you wanna do there bc ur tired of everything

- stealing random stuff from stores (tho it is not encouraged blah blah blah)

- watching gilmore girls every fall

- telling people ur favorite colour is green even tho it isnt just to let them know that ur gay

- reading in class, on breaks, at home, parks, meetings, aethletic events, and generally all the fucking time

- doing (mostly) everything last minute

- bad at photography, but you enjoy it

- cold tea my beloved

- wearing one item every day: it can either be a necklace, a flannel, a bracelet, a badge, headphones, earrings etc etc

- extremely messy handwriting, always writing with black pen

- crying at least once a day, but only when ur alone, being super emotional but never showing it

- hobbies include reading, screaming in your pillow, learning unique languages that you will probably never use, rewatching dead poets society, harry potter, enola holmes, end of the fucking world and gilmore girls

- massive bookworm, reads all the time, always has a book with them

- skipping class, not that often tho

- 💫anger issues💫

- hyperactive and lazy at the same time

- uses big words but makes fun of other people when they do it

- writes (rebellious) book quotes everywhere, every single one of their notebooks had IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US written in them lol

- random useless powerpoints

- analysing taylor swift's folklore and evermore instead of sheakspeare because its just better

- retired almost-emo, had a phase when they wore black and acted all mysterious but were never really emo i cant explain it

- likes mcr. this one speaks for itself.

- gay and sad. no explanation needed.

Books, Movies and Music

Books:

- Harry Potter by you know who (WE DONT SUPPORT HER THO)

- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

- Night School by CJ Daugherty (is that how u spell it lol)

- The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Hamlet by Do I Really Need To Say Who

- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Picture of Dorain Gray by Oscar Wilde

- Frankenstein by Marry Shelley

Movies/TV Shows

- end of the fucking world

- heartstopper

- harry potter

- enola holmes

- dead poets society

- gilmore girls

- httyd (no kidding lol)

im not really a film girlie so if yall have any recs please lmk

Music:

- Mother Mother

- Taylor Swift (obviously)

- Lana Del Slay

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- My Chemical Romance

- Lovejoy

- Bowie

- Queen

- Radiohead

- Björk

- Those random Disney songs i know you scream to at 3am

also whoever sings the IMJUSTATEENAGEDIRTBAGBAABBYY song

here is my playlist if yall wanna listen to it

hope that helps lol

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Hand over the little beasts

on it boss!! o7 this took . fuckig Forever bc i had t doodle everyone since the screencaps i have for them have like 5 pixels Total and would be Incomprehensible so <333 Behold My Beasts!!!

team control team!! they r so silly 2 me :] more abt em under th cut bc uhhhh. yknow.

- Jacob - Snow White's Apple (+Penitence) my first little guy!!! he has a very serious and to-the-point demeanor, and has a very flat inflection on... pretty much everything about himself. he's the one that most embodies his role, for lack of a better term. takes his job very seriously, and intends to do well. his attitude is very dry, but he is very genuine and earnest when it comes down to it in an odd sort of way. he's the type to say something completely off-the-wall entirely stone-faced, and will oftentimes take things said to him in a similar manner. there isnt that much that seems to be able to catch him off guard. if theres something in his way, then he will simply have to overcome it. he'll try anything once. jacob is very intent on keeping things orderly, and will enforce this with his peers if he needs to. bluntly. chaos and a lax attitude are the catalysts to things going wrong, so its as simple as minimizing the chances for this to occur. simple. despite his nagging with the rest of the team, he means no sharpness by it-- he's direct (and maybe a bit... heavy-handed,) but he simply talks to others the way he would address himself, and sees nothing wrong with it. (unfortunately, this makes him come across as rude more often than he'd like... not that hes usually aware.) because of his unexpressive exterior, its oftentimes very difficult to get a grasp on how he thinks or feels about things-- especially since he himself seems to pay it very little heed, even when he Maybe Probably Should. one of the ones most likely to work himself to death without realizing it. hes doing his best ok.

- John - Sound of a Star (+Wingbeat, Hornet) very lax and lackadaisical-- hes insistent on doing what he needs to and very little else. in fact, he makes a very big show of it; always taking his sweet time, not really showing concern for much of anything, even when things are, as they say, Kind Of Really Bad. (Jacob tends to need to prod him along more often than not.) despite this, john is actually one of the more reliable agents of the facility-- always getting things done thoroughly and efficiently with very little instance of error. truthfully, he's actually very prideful in the work that he does, and quite enjoys showing off his skills when he gets the chance. infuriatingly, he tends to respond to questioning of his abilities with a flippant "im just that good." and well... its honestly what he believes. truthfully, he has a complete aversion to genuineness of any kind-- responding to questions with snarky remarks or quips, complaining about assignments, cracking jokes in the face of catastrophe. its... honestly more of a nervous habit than an active choice. in his eyes, if he cant do anything about an issue, theres simply no reason to worry about it. and so he coasts along, completely unruffled on the surface. at first, he didnt really see what the big deal was about the facility. everyone always spoke like it was a death sentence-- but it was just kind of poking some creature or another and leaving a few times a day and that was it. so he let his attitude reflect that. but once things started climbing, he began to slowly understand just how out of his depth he was; and his demeanor... didnt change. why should it? why bother? confidence was half the battle anyway, no point in showing your weakness. honestly, he has no idea what hes doing and simply acts the part-- it just hasnt burned him yet. (not to mention, with how serious the rest of his team was... well, they could use the encouragement.) and well, if it works... who cares about what lies underneath, right? no big deal. just get good.

- Jose - Lament (+Lament) the asiyah layer's special errand boy. for a good while, he was the team's most skilled employee-- always taking care of things cross-department due to being the only one who could really cover that role. watching newbies, working with new abnos, tackling faraway ordeals... that was all on him. and he didnt mind at first, really-- he enjoyed doing good work, being relied on by his peers... but um, well, he'd love maybe a little break, once or twice, thats all... but there's always more work to do, so... he was the first to work with fotb-- certainly not the last, but definitely the most Common. he also happened to be the most Receptive to it. already he was pretty high-strung from the pressure of his responsibilities, but... it was safe to say things reached an entirely new level after that. he wasnt used to abnormalities being so reasonable, for lack of a better term, nor to be able to just... have a conversation, like that. maybe he was listening just a bit too genuinely. they dont want anyone to die. they really dont want anyone to die. but theres nothing really they can do. just keep running! just keep your head up! if anything else, just stay alive! but at this point, death really isnt the worst thing that could happen to them in a place like this. truly, the worst has already happened. there's no escaping the facility, after all. but what could he do about that? so he repeats like a mantra; just dont die. just dont die. please just dont die. he wants to do good so fucking bad. so much is on his shoulders, and he Has to carry it. its practically compulsive. he has to do it because nobody else can. nobody else should Have to. and so he fusses over just about everyone, completely unable to speak of Why it is he's suddenly so skittish-- especially because of just how busy his responsibilities keep him. he just cant stop. theres no time. every second wasted is another chance something could happen. not once, though, did he really worry about himself. the contrast was stark-- constantly running himself ragged for the sake of others, yet paying no heed to his own safety. all that mattered was carrying out his tasks... which made things difficult as the stakes kept rising, but his own capabilities did not. the people he worried about were suddenly able to do things he couldnt even imagine-- and he was struggling paces behind them. he pretends not to notice how much more of his time is spent waiting. its... how do you deal with worrying about those facing trials far beyond anything you know, and you yourself are fully unable to reach them? it was best not to worry about it. ...he was never much good at that, was he?

- Mabel - Mimicry (+Noise, Mimicry, Our Galaxy) hes just some guy. like... he just works here. kinda stands out like a sore thumb, honestly, because of how strikingly... normal he was. a little awkward but well-meaning, prone to wandering (and slacking off...) he mostly just took care of smaller tasks and issues for a while-- coming in so late comparatively, he fell pretty far behind, pretty much just working on zayin level abnormalities well past day 20 or so. more often than not, he was the only one in the control team's main room while everyone else took care of pressing tasks cross-facility, only getting to share a word or two of pleasantries before they had to run off again. he knew the work was important, but... well, everyone always looked so sullen. he could never really understand why-- and whenever he brought it up, it seemed to just sour the mood... after a while, he just stopped trying. things suddenly changed, though, when the facility got its first aleph: nothing there. and somehow, he was decided to be most fit to work with it. it was strange, to say the least, mostly taking care of things that barely seemed to acknowledge his presence and then suddenly... that. hed be lying if he said he wasnt afraid, but this was his job, and he was trusted with it. so obviously that meant they knew he could do it, right? right. things switched around very quickly. he wanted to say it wasnt a bad thing, but... it was weird, is all. going from some nobody standing alone and aimless to... tackling things that shouldnt exist, killing things with power he isnt sure is really his. a lot of things were suddenly like that, honestly. he. suddenly feels like he has to be on his best behavior. um. is this thing on? manager are you seeing this? he gets a lot quieter after that. as it turns out, hes very harsh when he doesnt mean to be. hes honest, but sometimes that honesty could hurt. hes a bit intense… everyone else was, so it kinda rubbed off on him. hes compensating for his own lack of interest in bloodshed. he wants to be respected, but it just ends up scaring people. he isnt quite sure how to stand up for himself now. he just does what hes ordered bc hes never had a choice before, so why now? he needs to figure out who he is again– the ego did quite a number on him. he kinda fucks up on interactions way more than he thinks he used to. he keeps himself small and quiet so he doesnt accidentally trample over anyone. (he doesnt like the strange looks the clerks give him now. he doesnt exactly Like his ego gear or what it does to his brain, but it keeps him safe, so... hes here to help, remember? don't be scared...) honestly, he does really yearn for kindness and gentleness. its just… hard to admit. especially to people he still subtly thinks are above him. hes not stupid. he knows abandonment when he sees it. he cant really blame them for it, but… it still hurt, yknow? he wasnt Supposed to be anything, which was insulting, but now that he Is everyone treats him so differently, and somehow thats even More insulting. hes more than just a machine yknow… but, well, if that's his job, then. whatever.

theyre basically just.... a bunch of randos who are all trying their best, got disillusioned and distant, then suddenly clung together after realizing just how fucked everything was all of a sudden. theyre all overwhelmed, but theyll be damned if they dont look out for each other. jose was team captain first, but after some shuffling, the title fell on jacob. they all seem much happier with this.

they all honestly bounce off of each other really well despite everything-- jacob keeps everyone facing the right direction, quickly and calmly guiding the team. john provides a more lighthearted energy, but also is very skilled at keeping a level head and offering clarity when the others get overwhelmed. jose and mabel both cover for everyone else, but Especially each other after their own respective... trials. despite The Horrors, theyre all honestly keeping each other together very well.

bbbbut thats only four of them right? five to a team and all. well the fifth is um, well. yknow, its. well,

(also heres everyone elses sprites from various places in th playthru bc ilove them :] yay)

[piece-of-hweat]

Little Nightmares Headcanons!!

(May change over time n stuff)

listed from youngest to eldest

RUNAWAY 9y/o

No clue, he/him

Really good at swimming (main reason why I draw him as a fish-person)

Loud, confident idiot (stares at Tommy-Innit)

Hates broccoli.

Lactose intolerant

Hates being wrong/failing

Very much a "act-before-think person"

Break dances epically

Competitive. Very competitive. (especially with Six)

Hates Six's guts

Has a collection of ships in bottles

Either Runaway or Mono are trans... I just want like... supportive brother arc please--

Plays with sticks

Knows one word in French. And it's piscine. He was the one who told Mono about the piscine joke.

Athletic

SIX - 9y/o

Aro/ace, she/it

loves ducks

Will bite (you and your belongings)

Won't scratch (she bites her nails)

Knows how to swim on the surface

Pupils are slightly slitted

Sharp canines

Growls and hisses when she’s really mad, or extremely not in the mood for anything

Had a duck and mouse plush at some point

Will tear Runaway into pieces if she could

There was a head-canon idea where Six has some form of DID, OSDD, UDD, etc. I don't really use this headcanon a lot because I myself don't have DID, so :/

Dark humor

NOONE - 10y/o

She/her

Animal lover <3

Clutches/fiddles with the ends of her clothing when nervous

Looks confused/concerned and scared 24/7

Likes drawing (probably has some animal doodles in her school books)

Listens to Mono's late night singing.

Allergic to nuts (once, at school, a group of students with pbj sandwiches "offered" Noone the sandwiches despite her declining. She was sent to the ER shortly after and was excused from school for the rest of the day and the day afterwards.)

Probably will get along with Six

Ticklish

Reads a lot

Laughs at Six's jokes.

Around the same height as Mono (taller than Raincoat)

Smartest (academically) in the group

LOW - 10-11 y/o

Bird nerd

Always liked reading comic books (especially the super-hero ones)

Percussion my beloved <3

Listens to your problems and gives you decent advice

Took up archery in school

Makes friendship bracelets

*insert epic secret handshake*

Ticklish

Probably makes music with Mono and Raincoat

Apple Juice lover

Plays with sticks

Very strategic

Probably plays chess or smth

Gamer /pos

Athletic

ALONE - 10-11 y/o

She/he

Listens to your problems and gives you… advice. Not good, not bad. Just advice.

Engineering <3 (probably would be really into those lego-machines)

Hits harder than a truck. Be careful, you might've shatter a bone.

Probably was a batter in baseball

Probably will win in a arm-wrestle against Mono.

Hits you lightly when laughing

Allergic to nuts

Apple juice lover

Doesn't talk much

G R E E N

Knows how to handle and discharge a gun properly. Do not ask her how or why she knows this. He simply does.

Person with the most amount of obscure knowledge (more people drown in freshwater than they do in saltwater. fear that creek in the forest behind your house. fear it. It will take your life one day)

Fascinated by wires and Mono's powers

Probably needs glasses

Reads a lot

MONO - 10-11y/o

Bi, He/him

Is British

Plays the violin (but it’s more like a guitar bc it’s big for him and he lost the bow)

Despite being taller than average, he walks around on his tippy toes

Barely knows how to swim (just fails around and barely stay afloat)

Dino-arms

Knows very limited amounts of Japanese and German (knows a couple of words in French, but only really remembers bonjour and piscine)

Punches hit like a truck, but it hurts Mono's hand a lot

Asthma

Very ticklish

stands awkwardly in the corner

Probably makes music with Raincoat and Low

Plays with sticks (uses them to direct magic)

Broken humor

Has negative associations with trains (doesn't like them)

RAINCOAT - 11-12 y/o

No Clue, She/her

Is Sisi

LOVES horses

Wanted to be an actress because MAKE UP, COSTUMES!! ACTING!! SINGING!! AAAAA!!

Good at cooking and baking (stares at my Bakes-Cookies-for-Otto headcanon)

Has some experience with piano and choir, but nothing else really

Bestest big sister ever

Will totally paint your nails while you ramble about something

Really likes playing with hair (another career dream she had was a hair stylist)

Will tease you (/lh)

Really pretty voice <3

Typically the one breaking conflict up

Probably makes music with Mono and Low

Reads bedtime stories to others

Around the same height as Mono (shorter than Noone)

Also, secret funky art post on youtube

[obaewankenope]

Thinking about stuff and doodling and I just had the thought that Muslim art, Celtic art, and Native American art often gets lumped together as being sort of... Uncultured? No, not that, overly simplistic in that way where someone looks at it and goes "I don't get the symbolism, ugh boring" and assumes the cultures and people who created this art (and still create it) are somehow less civilised than other groups/people (Romans vs Celts, for example, Western vs Islamic art, European vs Native American art etc) because the ways the art actually works isn't the same as the Majority Think Art Should Work.

Like, Celtic art is something I love and it's full of patterns, geometric, repeating, animalistic etc that a lot of the time, people don't get the meaning of. They'll look at it and just Not Understand why that design is circular, or where that particular repeating pattern originated and potentially why, and because of that, they just assume it's from some barbarian, uncivilised, savage people.

And this is the same sort of perspective that is all over historical perspectives of art from non-European, non-white spaces.

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Islamic art is seen as simple and never measures up to the 'amazing' renaissance art (fuck you Boris Johnson and anyone who thinks like you) because it doesn't use actual people in its work (which meant geometry had to be a whole fucking level and meant the Islamic Golden Age was fucking Lit AF™).

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I mean, just LOOK at the complexity that has been HANDCRAFTED, CHISELED, INTO FUCKING STONE that you can see on MULTIPLE buildings. How the hell can any of that be uncivilised or 'lesser' to European art? It just- it just can't.

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Celtic art is compared to contemporary Roman and Grecian art of the time by scholars and the general public who tend to perceive it as representative of a Simple Mindset and shit which, yeah no. Like, Roman and Grecian art is amazing, I totally agree, but like it's not "better" or more "Civilised" or whatever bullshit metric is used to measure how Worthy Of Being Respected scholars used to determine how Great™ a civilisation/culture was back in Ye Olden Days. I mean, ffs go and look at some of the AMAZING torques and brooches made by celtic artisans and tell me they're Simple. You're wrong. They're amazing.

[source]

This is an 8th century brooch, the Tara Brooch, and is literally amazing. Just look at it! How tf can anyone ever think Celts were just simple or uncivilised or sth with art that fucking beautiful jfc.

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And Native American artwork? Oh boy. The WHOLE colonialism and genocide of near enough an entire continent by European settlers and all that came after meant that anything non-European was automatically savage and lesser and needed to be Made To Look Civilised. So yeah, some of the most amazing artwork of Native American people's is just... From a European (art with people and fancy realism and all that shit, perspective) is just apparently less. Like wtf, you can see how historians and scholars for decades looked down on native American art as somehow lesser in the 'research' done on it.

When it's absolutely fucking AMAZING TOO.

[source]

This is a totem pole. That shit gets hand carved, painted, and engraved ffs. How is ANY of that barbaric or representative of a supposedly lesser or savage culture and people? Fuck colonialism and it's bullshit effect on perception of people and art and history. Just fuck that shit.

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Like, sure, in recent years there's definitely been a push to recognise that these types of art aren't lesser or uncivilised or whatever. And I appreciate that, greatly. But then I see some bullshit hot take by Boris Fucking Johnson or some other bigoted piece of shit gain traction for whatever reason and I R A G E.

Anyway. Love all art. It's amazing.

Art is universal human expression. Treasure it.

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Sidenote: In my defence rn, I'm very under-caffeinated and limited on things I can do so research quality is definitely not as good as I'd like. If you have any info, advice, or additional links for further reading/learning about these amazing art types, add them in reblogs, message me, or throw an ask my way. I live to learn and be angry on main about indignities like bigotry. ~ Kat.

[monstress]

hii. if u dont mind, could u please share that "change of attitude" towards journaling? i feel like i really need that.. since i myself changed my attitude towards drawing and have been much more productive and happy doing it this last year. however Writing About Myself its another beast completely.. hope u r having a nice day! 🍃

hope you're having a lovely day as well! anyways as i was typing this up, what starts as a small tidbit has gone off the rails so i suppose this is my blanket advice as a newbie in journaling:

the materials!

choosing the titular journal aka notebook:

soft vs hard cover - i didn't realize this is SUCH a deciding factor until much later. most people prefer soft covers since journals can get massive with use but it's very subjective. be tactile - if it just don't feel right in ur hands, it's not gonna be something u reach out for when u have free time.

size - the most common sizes are A5, A6 or regular aka travelers notebook. you have to think abt who you are as a writer. do u have a large handwriting that takes up pages and pages? do you like space or are you overwhelmed by a blank page? do you travel a lot and do u want something unobtrusive in your bag? choose something that will reasonable work as a part of your daily life.

paper texture - paper that is smooth to write in are a great source of pleasure. notebooks with 100gsm paper is a good benchmark.

price - pleaseeee do not break the bank to purchase a fancy notebook. an expensive notebook can become an unloved one. you'd be too stressed to ensure every entry is perfect and pretty enough and the notebook eventually becomes too intimidating for you to fill in. check out your local hypermarket or online stores for quality notebooks. moleskins are overrated--in my country, they are v v expensive so don't feel pressure to buy a certain stationary just bc you see them often on ig/tiktok like my journal cost me approximately RM10 (USD2.34) and my new one w 100gsm paper cost me RM17 (USD4) like affordable options are out there!

build a connection with your notebook - listen...this sounds strange but having an attachment with your journal and making it inviting as possible is a great source of motivation. personalize it: add stickers, doodle or paint the cover. get a fabric/pvc cover to keep it clean if you'd like (you can add lil papers/stickers on ur actual notebook cover before putting on the pvc cover! very cute and easy)

and your pens:

again: less is more! use any relatively cheap pens you like - be it for the ink or smoothness. if you want to journal a lot, expect to lose a few pens during traveling or just around the house lmao

for fans of darker inks like me, i use Uni-ball Signo Broad, M&G R3 retractable gel pen and my favorite: Faber Castell RX Gel Pen 0.38mm - which cost like RM1.49 (i dont wanna convert - it's change money in america)

final note: i don't use fountain pens so i'm afraid i'm not well-versed enough to advise in that department but i deeply respect (and a little in awe) of journallers who use them 🫡

the tenet!

purpose: what do u plan to use the notebook for? daily journal? art journal? planner? all three? it's your life! live deliciously! since i have a 9-5 job, i know i can't keep up with more than one journal so i've been using mines as a diary and i dump my daily activities/thoughts/reviews of all kinds of media i'm currently obsessed with and it fills up quick!

don't be too hard on yourself: if you missed a day or two of journalling, it's fine - take it back up. write down anything memorable you'd like in the past few days. if you come across a certain blank page your brain is blanking to fill, perhaps after a previous dark entry, skip the page. skip two pages if needed. don't be scared of blank pages. if it needs to be blank, let it be.

it doesn't have to only be words! add stickers, dried flowers, receipts, ticket stubs, other ephemera you collected in the day. be artful! go crazy on page decoration!!

if there's anything you take away from this post, it's this: if you truly want a journal that is used up quickly, do not have plans to share it on social media. personally, i find once you are in the mindset of sharing your journal for an audience's consumption, you get worried whether it's "aesthetic" enough or is it too boring or too ugly or too dark or that you don't upload regularly enough. social media can be inhibiting your creativity or motivation to journal like let your animal brain ruminate in private! stay free from the shackles of responsibility!

[quirkle2]

PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE LEGENDS ARCEUS AU I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT IT <- LYING I AM NOT NORMAL

HI WE'LL BOTH BE NORMAL TOGETHER

(uhm warning for injury/blood/whump, parental death, uhhhhhhhhh fire? a lot happens (also idk if the read more thing has been fixed so let's pray. i refuse to smack these long ass paragraphs in front of innocent bystanders (this is so long. im so sorry)))

ok so reigen is the professor of the galaxy expedition team and u may be wondering how he got that job: lying :)! he claims he knows everything abt pokemon and that he's been studying them his whole life when in reality he's not even totally sure how many pkmn types there are. granted, the rest of the team doesn't either, so his ability to bluff himself out of any given situation is massively helped by their cluelessness

he just wants to sleep in a bed with blankets and eat food to survive and lying into the professor position was the quickest way he saw to get there. he'd been wandering in the wilderness for a while since coming to hisui before that and it kinda sucked. bro just wants a house in this crippling economy

mob n ritsu were originally from another village! they don't meet reigen until mob is 9 (ritsu 8). there's no powers in this au but mob's whole shtick is that he takes the,, extreme pacifist route i guess? he thinks pokemon r to be respected and loved and Not Bothered and he's against the use of pokeballs to store them and commanding them to battle each other, etc. essentially if he were in a modern era he'd think the way present-time people treat pkmn is, for the most part, cruel

anyway their hometown gets attacked by pkmn and the village is destroyed. their parents die protecting them, so 9-year-old mob was left to fend for himself n his little brother alone. they travel together kinda aimlessly for 7ish months until they get remarkably (unknowingly) close to jubilife village and come across that giant fuckin rapidash before the bridge

it's their first alpha pkmn encounter. neither of them have pkmn to defend themselves with (mob's reason: he ain't like that. ritsu's reason: He Is Eight and Scared). mob has always been able to empathize w pkmn a lot and sorta get a read on what they're thinking, so the vibes comin off that rapidash were rancid and he was worried abt it. mob has never been afraid of pkmn, not even the rly big and scary looking ones. so he approaches it with the intention of calming it down, seeing what's hurting it. he makes ritsu stay back in case things go bad

he's kicked in the head. if u forgot how big that rapidash is just google it. the hooves r the size of ur player character's head and ur player character is like 15. mob is 9. the fact that he doesn't die immediately upon impact is a miracle. the fact that he survives longer than 5 seconds after the fact is basically divine intervention

the doodle i made in the top left corner of ritsu screaming is this ^ encounter. he watches it happen, and then watches in horror more as the rapidash panics at ritsu's scream and rolls a flame wheel over his brother's limp form. ritsu manages to dive for him and run, but the kid is thoroughly terrified and traumatized

i'll spare u the horrid bits but long story short ritsu finds a cave to settle in and while he's rly inexperienced with medical treatment he does his best. his best isn't very good in the grand scheme of things but him being 8 is a pretty damn good excuse. he camps out there for Three Whole Days waiting for his brother to wake up or respond to literally anything but it isn't happening and the longer this goes on for the more terrified ritsu gets

mob's taught him how to survive pretty well all things considered, but ritsu is a lot more worried abt mob than taking care of himself and he ends up neglecting his own needs pretty fiercely. he feels too sick w guilt/fear to eat. he tries to stay up as long as he can in case mob stirs. by the end of it he's pretty worse for wear too

reigen finds them while out in the field doing research (wasting time). he sees a little kid half stuck in a bush looking for berries and when reigen tries to get his attention ritsu, who is extremely on edge and sleep deprived and scared, just straight up screams at him. reigen sees his dirty clothes and skinny arms and flushed face (fever. definitely fever) and alarm bells ring in his head to not let the kid go no matter what cuz he Will lose him otherwise

once ritsu gets his bearings and realizes this is a human (first one other than mob he's seen in forever) and not a pokemon coming to kill him he starts crying to him abt his brother and reigen feels his heart drop to his stomach bc if This kid is worried about a brother who is supposedly worse off,,, dear god

ritsu leads reigen to mob. the dressings around his arm where he was burnt are completely incorrect and most definitely horribly infected and ritsu didn't rly do Anything for the head injury other than clean the blood away bc well. again. he's 8. idek if eight year olds know what concussions are

reigen BOOKS it back to jubilife faster than he's ever ran and halfway through he realizes ritsu has passed out in his arms too (kid's probably exhausted beyond belief. reigen has no idea how long they've been like this but he guesses a while) everybody in the village is kinda horrified when the professor comes back with two hurt kids, one of which is on death's door. the medical team there does everything they can

it takes a while for mob to wake up, but thankfully he does in the end. reigen finds out thru ritsu that they've been alone for "a long time" (ritsu doesn't know. doesn't rly remember. reigen asks mob when he wakes up and mob says he stopped counting somewhere after day 140)

even though mob still isn't quite back to his old self and is still generally confused and Slightly Off, the doctors say he'll be okay after a few weeks and reigen has unintentionally gotten very attached to these kids. ritsu had told him their parents died during the attack on their village. they have nowhere else to go, and like hell is Any member of this village gonna be happy with simply throwing them out into the wilderness again. so reigen takes them in

anyway that's how they meet <3 GVEYAI mob is back to his normal self (the occasional Moment of Confusion comes around from the brain injury, but they taper off after a while) and reigen is very much surprised to see that mob, as ritsu has described to him, still very much loves every pkmn he comes across. he gets a bit nervous around rapidashes in particular, but other than that, mob is still just as caring and just as respectful as ritsu described him to be. ritsu is scared of bigger pkmn like any other kid is. mob is an exception, even after that experience.

reigen waits about a year so that they have time to settle and recover (and so that he has time to observe), and then he gives them each a pokemon. this might seem odd, but mob has never expressed any ill will toward Any pkmn, and ritsu still smiles at the smaller ones

he gives them a choice between the pla starters that have been hanging around his office. mob picks cyndaquil and names her cindy. ritsu picks rowlet and doesn't name him at all (this gives reigen pause, but ritsu seems to have a new fire in his eyes, so he brushes the worry away)

when they're of age (mob waits for ritsu to reach 13. they do everything together) they both join the survery corps, and mob ends up becoming reigen's assistant :]! reigen is admittedly a little worried abt this development, about his kids going out into the wild, but they both seem ready for it (ritsu seems ... a little Too ready for it considering his past) so he relents

mob has made his opinions about pkmn clear, especially to reigen, and reigen has ended up adopting some of his ideals since he met him bc they,, well thwy sound reasonable. they sound nice. mob doesn't ever put cindy in a pokeball, and cindy had never once been in a battle other than play fights with rowlet. mob treats cindy like any other normal pet, like a friend. he looks at those boxes of pokeballs in reigen's office with a frown. he finds the idea of fighting pkmn in the wild for sport despicable. he openly scratches out the pokedex tasks like "defeat 10 times" with disdain. reigen starts seeing another world that he never rly considered before, with mob

this is where reigen senses some,,, tension, between the boys. ritsu evolves his rowlet into a dartrix remarkably quickly since joining the survey corps, and not even a few weeks later he's a got decidueye on his side. ritsu catches pokemon left and right and if they're "not strong enough" he keeps them in pokeballs until he remembers they exist again. he works on building a team with no weaknesses, or as few weaknesses as possible. bro invents competitive pkmn

obviously, mob sees this and ,,, doesn't like it. he doesn't like how Distant ritsu is with his pokemon, with creatures that he wholeheartedly believes should be treated as friends or family. he doesn't name any of them, he spends nearly all his earned money from the survey corps on items that boost their strength, but almost no money toward items for comfort, or even treats, or toys. ritsu treats his team like they're tools. the relationship between ritsu and his pkmn is,, strained. mob can sense they aren't nearly as happy as they could be

but mob knows that he can't just,, police ritsu on how he should handle his own pokemon. he may not agree with how ritsu approaches the subject, or with how ritsu's first instinct for anything pkmn is usually "fight it," but mob knows ritsu Does like pkmn. ritsu's never hated pkmn, he's just,,, scared of them, sometimes. he thinks maybe this is his way of making himself feel protected. mob doesn't like the idea of taking that away from him, no matter how much seeing ritsu refrain from giving his team a break grinds on his soul

little does he know, ritsu's strictness with his pkmn isn't born out of a fear for himself at all. he's building a dependable team to protect his brother. that's the whole reason he's doing this, the whole reason he didn't name rowlet when he first got him. ritsu knew that if he were to do this, he couldn't get attached to them, bc losing pokemon in fights is a very real possibility. it's been drilled into each and every one of his pkmn's heads that they r to protect mob at all costs. if there's a repeat of That incident, ritsu doesn't think he can handle it (>:])

WOW THIS IS ALREADY SO LONG i haven't even gotten to the kleavor part yet. fuck. if ur still reading this can i have ur hand in marriage /silly

OKAY SO . The Game's Plot comes in, finally. took long enough. reigen starts getting reports of frenzied nobles and he's most worried abt kleavor bc it's rather close to them, and the village could very well be in danger if kleavor decides to say fuck you in particular. so reigen goes Hey This is an Actual Threat That Needs My Attention I Have to be Competent For a Sec and spends the next few weeks tirelessly searching for an answer for this kleavor. some of the staff have already gotten mauled by it. reigen cannot ignore this and put it on somebody else like he usually does

the whole town is getting antsy, and mob most definitely notices. ritsu's jumpy all the time anymore, like he expects kleavor to rampage through the streets any second now. reigen looks tired and worn down, and he's been coming home later and later. mob watches as reigen makes plans to use force against kleavor with a sour taste in his mouth. he tries to tell reigen that force isn't the answer here. reigen, bless him, doesn't know how to tell a kid that friendship and rainbows isn't always the answer

after another week or so, mob's had enough. they've gotten nowhere closer to calming kleavor and more people have gotten injured, so mob quietly writes a note and leaves it on his bed, makes sure he doesn't wake up ritsu or cindy, and leaves the house before reigen comes home. he sneaks out over the fence so the guards at the gate don't catch him. he sets off to go see kleavor

he fully and truly believes that force is not the answer. he fully and truly believes that if he goes up to kleavor with no pokemon to fight it with, no weapons or spears pointed at it, and just a calm voice and peaceful demeanor, kleavor will see there is no danger. the galaxy team's previous attempts have all centered around violence and scare tactics. nobody has recently come up to its territory without posing a threat. mob genuinely just thinks that kleavor needs calm

reigen finds the note. freaks the fuck out. immediately rounds up every person in the village that's capable of fighting and they march out of the village to save a kid who's in way over his head. reigen makes ritsu Promise him that he will not leave the village. he can see it in ritsu's eyes, the way he wants nothing more than the come with them, but reigen gives the argument that ritsu is their strongest soldier back home and they still need to protect the village from anything else while everybody's gone. it takes all of ritsu's self-control to not go against him (he's fully set on coming with them until reigen Grips him by the arms and says "i can't lose both of you.")

mob's plan does end up working in the end, but not quite perfectly and not at all in a good way. he steps into kleavor's territory and has it calm at first, but smth changes in kleavor's eyes and whatever Force that's corrupting it surges and kleavor snaps.

mob gets Fucked Up by that thing. sliced and thrown and clawed until he can barely stand up to run away, but it's the last blow that matters. kleavor comes down on him with a chop right to his middle and everything stops. there's a sizeable gash that cuts through mob's side horizontally and kleavor's axe is stuck in the flesh there, but once mob isn't moving anymore and nothing is making kleavor afraid, the fog in its brain clears and it sees what it's done

it also sees that mob is still awake, and despite everything kleavor did to him, he's still looking at it like he knows its capacity for gentleness. even through the pain mob looks at kleavor like he Knows this isn't what it's rly like. and as soon as mob sees the light return to kleavor's eyes he smiles, blood gurgling in his throat

kleavor hears shouts from the forest, sees torchlight and panicked yells for mob. it doesn't know what to do, don't like what it sees, what it Did to this poor kid. it winces when it has to slide its axe out from the gash in mob's side—the squelch it makes and the Noise mob lets out is the last thing kleavor needs to book it

u can only imagine how fuckin hysterical reigen feels when he sees mob on the ground like that. they brought half of the medical team just in case and reigen is rly glad they did bc if they didn't there's a good chance mob would've bled out right there within a few minutes.

he's in rly rly bad shape and is barely conscious by the time reigen grabs his face and tells him itll be okay. they bring him back to the village at record pace and every minute they take he looks paler. reigen is so scared the kid's going to die in his arms before they even get there

when they get to the gates someone from the medical team takes him from reigen's arms. reigen hears ritsu scream. the kid's shoving people away who're trying to comfort him and beelining his way to mob, but reigen catches him before he can fully see the damage bc he does Not want that bloody mess to be in ritsu's nightmares for the rest of his life

ritsu fights him and pushes him and shoves him away, screaming that he just wants to see his brother, but reigen holds him back and he ends up pulling ritsu close when the kid loses steam and just starts sobbing into his chest

to ritsu, he's failed again. to reigen, he's failed them both. to mob, despite holding onto the living world by a thread, he succeeded.

anyway that's the story so far VGEAYVUA I HAVEN'T .. FIGURED OUT TERU YET. or dimple. i know the gist of i how i want teru and mob's meeting to go tho. teru is just like ritsu but like . Worse when it comes to pokemon. uses them as tools and doesn't even rly think of them as sentient at all. until he meets mob that is :]

i'm thinkin he's the warden of sneasler! and yaknow what, just for shits n giggles and bc i love ingo too much to get rid of him, what if ingo is teru's unofficial teacher. what if. wouldn't that be fuckin hilarious and completely ruin any sense of consistency here. what if (it's happening)

i'm also pretty set on making dimple one of the wisps from the spiritomb quest that ends up following mob around. that's fitting i think

[sdzartt]

commissions info‼️ + art trades

hi, my name is sid, i'm 16 and i do commissions!

here are my prices/terms and conditions! please read the entire post before commissioning. you can dm me on here, or dm me on my instagram @sdzartt ! (ill most likely see ur dm on instagram the fastest since i use tumblr in a browser and dont get notifs for it)

i also do $3-5 comms for people who r interested but my prices r out of their range! a $3-5 commission would be any sort of quick sketch of anything youd like :) probably a head shot or bust-half body doodle

my prices are set the way they are because every tier is a finished drawing. besides my cheaper option, you're always getting a finished piece (even with just lineart, i'm still putting time and effort into it and making it look complete!)

other info not in the post:

adding a character will cost 50% of total payment (minus background cost)

backgrounds are $5-15 extra (i dont do extreme detail, but depending on what you want we can sort out a price)

simple backgrounds with little details is just a $2 fee

dm me with what you want in detail, provide reference photos, etc. and after details are finalized, i will start on your commission after receiving 1/2 of payment up front. after i finish, i will send you the piece after the rest of the payment is sent!

i use ONLY venmo currently (you can find me by searching sdzartt)

comms are open indefinitely, if i ever have more than 3-4 at a time i will temporarily close them

i have a right to refuse any commission due to my comfortability and personal boundaries

please dm me if you have any other questions that i have not answered in the post!

ALSO: art trades are open to mutuals on here and instagram!

here are some more examples of my artwork, and you can find more on my instagram/this tumblr!

[cameragore]

What is rotting rabbits…

hello nonnie ...ERM!!!!! I'm assuming yr someone who I reblogged with my blorbos sso I apologize for the autism I'm about 2 spew at you. and I hope that this iss something u think is cool ❤️.... Ok. so first u need to know everymanhybrid which is a cool slenderverse series and I think if you like horror or general cool films go watch emh explained by night mind. Ok.

rotting rabbits - the pairing name for EVERY omen & habit pairing, IT IS ALSO the singular name for rr!omen and rr!habit also known as the canon emh roleplay. omen is my self insert oc for emh because I'm a system and my bff is a habit fixtive and so I do what I do w everything I like (roleeplay w it)...... every rotting rabbits is habit and omen HOWEVER. rr!omen and rr!habit aren't anything else, it's a square is a rectangle but not every rectangle is a square. habit in every rp has rabbit motifs and omen has dog ones . This is also the reason for most of the pairing names .... rotting rabbits is also our big special interest currently. everyy rotting rabbits in every form is some sort of yuri... Btw

THERE'S ACTUALLY!!! multiple omens annd mutliple habits and their own aus, all of these r roleplays and if u look at my pinned most of my posts r tagged in some way. ( 📷 - rotting rabbits / emh au omen . 🔦 - haunted hares / ghost hunter au . 📹 - cursed canines / swap au !! hollowed hybrids omen still doesn't have a erm emoji but that's. Pretty ok)

haunted hares - the ghost hunter + ghost au!!! omen is a famous ghost hunter who takes fame and ego in return for feeding habit who is a whole ass house people!!!! yep!!!! habit is literally aa house that's starved for human flesh and hes managed to live on through folktales of the house on the hill that he lives in / lives as . omen is a ghost hunter that """gets rid of habit""" and is made. Extremelyyyy famous for it ,,, this ends really dependent but they're buddy buddy . surprisingly the most normal feeling au of every one of these.

cursed canines - swap au it's. A dog based one bc omens taking the place of habit I felt extremely smart when thinking of this and honestly it is onee of my prouder moments. this is also our current system wide hyperfixtion lol ..... it was originally made out of spite because people were arguing about shipping habit being proship and I was annoyed with it so I made OMEEN worse than habit and me and my bff play with them like barbie dolls. omen kills people on stream, her and habit mutually stalk each other, omen actually kidnaps him.......... YEAHH. this is mentally ill and it's very awesome and it's what most of my posting has been recently

hollow hybrids - our animal HYRBID au!!!!! habit is a parasitic bug that crawls over and infects the hosts body + only goal is to create a hivemind, Evan and tehcinlally habit by default are a spider . Omen is a English lop, who is extremely paranoid and is forced to help habit after habit took over her house LOL!!! this is da newest one and so I don't got a lot to say with it, but I really like it.

erm.... For asking about it even if it wasn't in an "infodump pls" ask and more like "what da fuck are u saying" ask...... have some doodles of the guys.

in order... cursed canines omen, haunted hares one and two, and a hollow hybrids omen. my pfp has rotting rabbits omen.

tl;Dr ; rotting rabbits is my everymanhybrid self ship pairing with roleplays that I do with my best friend .

[dammarchy211]

The motherfucking uhhhhhhhhg

ARCHETYPE MASTERPIST

Oh please pleas read this whole thing and reblog Isswear I'm not insane and put way to much effort into it scratching at my cage bars also this is probabty the only time u guys will get more oc info than my insta story viewers so be grateful/s

The only real difference between a shadow and paper archetype is slightly different powers available, like shadow archetype's can sneak past things a lot. better due to being able to blend into shadows, and can teleplane without the user even knowing the ability since it's kinda just innate to their state of being (I’ll explain what teleplaning is too sorry this is so long—). The difference between forming one or the other can just be a difference in mentality, but it can also steam from fact that a shadow archetype can be easier to form for someone who's less artistic. Though personally I think it'd be cool if an archetype can be mad from anything that's relatively 2D.

imagine that Raz's doodle archetype wouldn't change much as he got older, or maybe become a tiny bit less "young" or simplified but kinda just, stay the same over the years, since he kinda just embodies Raz's younger mindset anyway. Raz's archetypes r split into the motifs of young and mature, whereas Dex's are themed after quiet and loud/showy. Here's something I said about dex's bandit archetype that sums it up p well

But the reason that Dex's 1st doesn't change while his 2nd one does is centered on the fact that the formation and purpose of his 1st archetype is just so heavily tied to his childhood, whereas the second is a mirror of his parents/what his parents wanted him to be, but y know, utilizing that for his own benefit. His second archetype has a loud showman type personality, and is, I have no idea how to put this other than, Cheshire Cat-y. For context be iirc I only put this on my insta story, his parents r two non-psychic magicians, who are "generally okay" with psychics but are rily dissatisfied with their son being one as [insert explanation screenshot I don't think I could articulate better]

As for his magician archetype's abilities though along with any basic paper archetype stuff he can summon as well as turn into a large playing card, which can help with any sort of platforming type activities, as well as suck up and shoot back out any enemies from his hat. Any other campy type magician abilities you can think of he can probably do too.

Dex himself probably argues the most with his own archetypes though only his second one really but I think Raz's would butt heads on the occasion as well, especially with his doodle archetype probably not listening to the other two that well lol. Also playing around with the scenario what if Raz were to be affected with any sort of mental affect that caused him to act erratically or against his own motives that his archetypes would be able to operate independently of him and be able to help the psychonauts still!

As for teleplaning here’s just what I have in my notes about it

I have no idea how to explain it other than just. That.

[cloudborn309]

FE OC Week Day 3: Backstory

ugh been so busy today so I didn't have much time to draw anything so I'm just gonna throw the abridged, somewhat messy backstory I wrote down without any fun doodles

I have a bunch of headcanon stuff so it's a little different to canon so just bear with me

Spoiler warning for Fire Emblem Fates Revelations below

Iris was raised in one of the 12 Manokete clans that lived on the Isles of Kah’Rah; a far away tropical island. She grew up in the Mangrove clan with her twin sister Ossiedian, and the two aspired to grow up and become just like their mother, Kanresh, a Spire Guard. 

Spire Guards were the most revered and respected roles a Manokete could achieve. Spire Guards lived in the large jagged rock spires that jutted out of the sea that surrounded the islands. These Spire Guards would protect the Isles of Kah’Rah from humans. Some of the humans that came to their islands meant no harm, like sailors lost at sea, or merchants who got caught in a storm. Others had less than dubious motives. Hunters who craved the glory of bringing home the head of a Manokete, or perhaps hoped to butcher their bodies for magical ingredients for potions. Some of the very worst of them were slavers who would take and sell them to the highest bidder. Spire Guards were trained in combat for at least 100 years, and were taught how to speak common to communicate with ships that sailed too close to their waters. 

Iris and Ossiedian trained since they could walk, and when their mother passed on they took her place. They lived and worked as Spire Guards for nearly 400 years, until Iris decided that she wanted something more. She loved being a Spire Guard, but she longed to be a mother. She had courted many over the years, but none were meant to be, so she asked if one of the other Spire Guards, her good friend Tahron, would sire children for her. A few months into her pregnancy was when the Night Stalkers came.

Invisible soldiers pillaged their home, and dragged Manoketes into the sea. Despite her combat training, she was overpowered. As the water swirled around her, she found herself in a strange place, somewhere she had never been before, with a stranger she had never met.

Her people had been attacked as a test of power for the stranger. 

The Manoketes he had captured were merely a trophy for him, things to watch for entertainment. He hated all life, but held a particular hatred for Manoketes. He wanted them to suffer.

Iris was the only one who knew how to fight out of the captured Manoketes. The others were either elderly, young children, or adults that were too weak to defend themselves against the onslaught. Iris became the leader of the small group of Manoketes, and carried the burden of ensuring their survival, by any means necessary. The stranger wanted entertainment? Iris could play his game. In exchange for the safety of her newborn twins and her small group, Iris did whatever was asked of her.

She became a gladiator.

She managed to amuse him for 10 years.

Iris had noticed, as the years went on, the stranger was losing his sanity. His speech was erratic, the battles he wanted more bloody, more violent, more painful. It was only a matter of time before he snapped. She wasn’t sure why exactly he didn’t just kill her, perhaps he wanted to watch her suffer as she tried to find her way back to her family. He always watched. Just as she had been dragged from her home, she was dragged out of the strange place, back into water. However, when she emerged, she found she was not home. She wasn’t sure where she was. Wolven shapeshifters found her quickly, and took her to their clan leader, who offered the fellow shapeshifter shelter. When Iris tried to explain what exactly had happened to her, she found herself in unbearable pain. Her throat burned, her insides churned, and she felt herself nearly disappear, before she closed her mouth.

…Why couldn’t she talk about what had happened?

She didn’t test her luck after that. After she regained her strength, she bid her hosts farewell, and travelled the lands in search for her family. She came across another shapeshifter clan, this time they had fox features. They welcomed her in just as the previous one, but just like the wolven clan, they couldn’t help her in her search.

It was a little over a year when she returned to the wolven clan, and found their population was nearly halved. The clan talked of invisible soldiers who dragged their people into the water, and disappeared along with them. The leader of the clan joined Iris in search of the invisible soldiers. They journey to the other shapeshifter clan, and just like the wolves, they had a similar story. The leader of that clan joined Iris and the wolven shapeshifter, and the trio began to investigate, hoping that together they’d be able to find and free their people.

[t00nyah]

some winter holidays au doodles i promised!

three and eight came more prepared the next holidays! small shout out to @adventurer-gearld bc it's inspired by her tags on my first au post! :D

and now i present to you a small dumb comic that happened in winter holidays au timeline because i CAN'T sit for 5 seconds not giving something more lore than it needs (feel free to ask if you don't understand anything i'll try to explain...) transcriptions under each image cause i'm not sure if it's hard to read sometimes...

DJ: Oh, uh, hi! I'm a new DJ here! Three: ...What happened to the old one? Dedf1sh? DJ: Oh, she left. Three: Left?

DJ: Well, uh... Most of us... chose to stay and forget ourselves again. It was like... we lost purpose. It was all over, we felt only emptiness... Uh... Some decided to leave, Dedf1sh did. We chose to stay. Play pretend. Pretend we're still perfect. Uh... And when Dedf1sh left vacancy was open. So here I am.

DJ: It's, uh. Quite hard, I don't know much, but I'm... trying my best-

Three: ...I'm a DJ. I could try to teach you stuff I know. If you want.

DJ: R...Really? Three: ...Sure.

bonus: uh-oh!

Three: ...I think we accidentally caused a massive existential crisis.

and a small lazy doodle bc i thought of a nickname for this little octo dj and her name is DJ Duali38! if you get the joke behind it i'm so proud of you fr fr

not claiming her being my oc she's just a character for this au

an idea that didn't make it's way to doodles(just cause i'm too tired to draw... and i'm not sure if i will ever draw it tbh)

[later]

Three: ...I think we have a mission to do. Callie: Whaaat? Nooo, I thought we're here for the party! Marie: Why are you giving us missions anyway? It's not like you're our captain. [smirks] Three: ... [looks away, embarassed a little, not sure if they should actually spill the beans] Marie: [actually kind of concerned] ...Relax. You know I'm just teasing. Eight: Well... What is our mission any way?