#thank god it's gonna make drawing her easier

[spaciebabie]

spinel is so jaspercore

[mclmora]

✧ my favorite DL boys + simple headcanons ✧

~NOTE: pictures used aren’t mine. credit to the respective owners on pinterest! all the headcanons are SFW & written just for fun. that being said, enjoy! xoxo, Mora

ꞝ Yuma M.

he has dyslexia & dyscalculia. he always had troubles with school for that, however ruki has helped him out since the moment he discovered his problem (indeed it was ruki who found out).

he loves his own hair to be long, for the looks of it ofc, but mainly because he is super sensitive on his neck and can’t stand the feeling of cold breeze touching his nape.

his favorite fruit is pomegranate, he’s obsessed with the taste of it and the texture of the little seeds.

ꞝ Azusa M.

loves pastel colors. especially on clothes! he has these huge cardigans & sweaters of all kinds of pastel colors (light blue and lilac mainly).

he likes birds. small, tiny ones the most. he finds them to be adorable and loves their singing.

draws little skulls on his notebook whenever he’s bored at school and likes to collect stationery stuff.

ꞝ Ruki M.

low key loves piercings and tattoos. he has both his ears full of piercings (his favorite is the industrial), silver jewelry with onyx gems in it is his go-to. he also has a labret piercing on his face.

he loves mathematics, physics and chemistry at school. the hardest other people find a subject, the easier it is for him. yes he’s a math god.

is a cleaning freak. if the walls and floors aren’t shining and he can’t see his own reflection on the table then the house isn’t clean enough.

ꞝ Shu S.

a fan of björk. he is an artist and although his blatant love for classical music, he fancies peculiar music too and finds björk’s style to be cool and unique.

loves reading. his favorite genre is detective/mystery stories, he has this huge collection of novels that has re-readed at least 3 times.

one of his favorite animals is the owl. white ones with black, huge eyes. he finds to have a connection with these animals for some reason.

ꞝ Subaru S.

believe or not, he had an avril lavigne phase. he also had a “nightcore” phase of emo songs & to this day listens to “hello kitty”.

leather jackets are his style. he’s a total black guy when it comes to clothing, and loves the look of leather in general. even more if they got studs here and there.

wears crystals. he does know each crystals’ purpose and low key believes their power. the ones he uses the most are apache tear & rose quartz, because it reminds him of his mother.

✧ (u guys can find the other boys in this post!)

~thank u sm for reading!! which one is ur fav boy? i love Yuma so much. also, i love yui too so i’m probably gonna make hdcs about her too soon. stick around if u like. reblogs are super appreciated (//＾◡＾//)

[supercorpkid]

How You Get the Girl - part 2

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!

Word Count: 2995.

Part 1

Notes: should I do another part? Would anyone be interested in a part 3?

You make your way to a new Earth, with a quick search you find out that the DEO is still active. Lena works for them and Supergirl doesn’t, which makes way more sense than the other way around.

“Hey, there you are!” One of the agents greets you with a lab coat with your name on it. “Ms. Luthor is waiting for you in lab 3.”

“Oh, I’m not —“ you breathe deep. “Heh, you know what? Whatever. Which way?”

“Lab 3?” He repeats as if you’re supposed to know. Then points in a direction when he draws no reaction from you. “That way.”

“Thanks!” You put on the lab coat that clearly doesn’t belong to you, and follow the direction he pointed to. “Hey Lena!”

“Oh.” Lena says, not looking up from the experiment before her. “Look who is finally on time!”

“No one’s ever complained about my tardiness before.” You complain half to yourself, half to Lena.

“Not to your face.” Her response comes quickly and you roll your eyes to it. "Take your place, please." She looks at the chair and you make your way there.

"So, why do I have a lab coat with my name on it? I'm not a scientist."

"God, no. Thank God, no." Lena says and you roll your eyes at her one more time, unamused. "You're my guinea pig."

"Cute." You already don't think this will be your favorite Lena.

Lena throws one look back at you, then clicks something on her computer. She looks at the cameras and you follow her gaze to see they no longer have a red light on, so that probably means she shut them down. "Did either J'onn or Kara see you coming in?"

"No."

"Does Alex know where you are?"

"I don't think so, no."

"Great." Lena turns around, straddling your lap, and she holds you face with both hands before kissing you so hard, you're almost left with no air inside you. 

"Wait, wait." You try while she kisses down your neck, and her hands make way under your shirt. "I'm not your Y/N! I'm not –" Your brain refuses to work while her cold fingers slide on your bare skin. "I'm from a different universe!"

Lena takes her face from the crook of your neck and looks at you in disbelief. "Is this another excuse for us not to make out anymore?" She sounds uninterested. "Are you feeling bad for Alex again?"

"Why would I feel bad for Alex?" 

"Because she is your wife?" Comes in the form of a question. Like a duh.

"WHAT!" You push Lena from your lap and stand up in a hurry. "I'm married in this universe and you and I –"

You look disgusted, but Lena just stares at you like she is waiting for your tantrum to be over. "We're horrible people!"

"Ok. Ok. I see what's happening. Alex did something sweet and now you want to break things off and then in a couple of days you're gonna call me again." She sounds nonchalant about it, and you're almost throwing up while hearing it. 

"Oh no." You hold back the vomit on your mouth. "Hell no. I can't be stuck in this. I'm gonna get far away from you. You and Y/N from this Earth are both disgusting and messed up. I hope you know this." You take off the lab coat that doesn't belong to you and run so fast, you miss your counterpart walking in the DEO at the exact same time.

You land on a different Earth. It takes you a lot more investigation to find out where Lena is, and it's almost as if she is hiding. But you're a good reporter, you know Lena pretty well, so you manage to find her in a secret lab.

"Hey Lena." You have a smile on your face that soon fades when a gun is pointed to your head.

"You have ten seconds to tell me how you found me here, before I kill you." Lena's expression at you tells you she is not joking. She really means it.

"Shit. Wrong Earth. Wrong Earth." You fumble with your ring and thank God you get out of that place in less than ten seconds.

By the tenth trip it has gotten easier. Find Lena. Check if she doesn't hate you; if one of you is not married; if you two are actually gay; if the thought of you together doesn't make her gag. Explain who you are. Ask for advice. Get out of it empty handed. 

Everything becomes a blur, and your memories start to merge the different worlds together. The many Lenas you've met seem so different that none of them resemble your Lena anymore. In fact, the confusion in your mind grows so intense that you begin to forget what your Earth and your Lena truly look like. But you won't quit.

You arrive in yet another world. You've seen it all. Earths where Lena doesn't love you, ones that she is straight, others she is with Kara, and in some you and her are together. Though those weren't exactly helpful. If anything, they added to your confusion and desperation. Are you ever gonna get the girl?

In this reality, Lena is the head of CatCo, making her your boss—a less than ideal situation, to say the least. You drag your sorry ass one more time, to face yet another disappointment, you're sure.

"Y/N!" Lena smiles when you wander into her office. It's late, most employees have left already, but there's a handful of people still preparing to leave. "I thought you had called a day." She looks at her watch. "A couple of hours ago."

You wait, is there a kiss coming your way? Are you going to stop it before it happens this time or are you going to pretend you don't want it to happen after it does? The kiss doesn't come. This Lena is waiting on your response from the exact same place, which probably means you two aren't together in this universe.

You collapse onto her beige couch, letting out a huge sigh. You're so tired of this hopeless crusade. Perhaps you and Lena were never meant to end up together. Maybe the versions of you that actually got the girl are a fluke. Glitches in the system.

"Darling," She comes closer. "are you ok?"

"No. God, no. I'm not ok." You raise your head to see Lena's worried features, while she hovers over you. "Before I say anything, I need to warn you I'm not your Y/N. I'm from another Earth, and this is probably the 15th one that I visited so far. So I'm exhausted and far from ok, and I just want to cry."

Lena blinks. Green eyes framed with dark eyeliner, pink lips slightly open, so confused. Her straight, dark hair falls around her face, and you can't help but to steal a look at her incredibly inappropriate cleavage for show.

"Just call your Y/N if you don't believe me."

"No, I –" She sits next to you, calmly. "I believe you." Lena purses her lips, staring at your watery eyes. "So, how come you want to cry?"

You blink your tears away. "I love you." You breathe out. "Well, not you exactly. But you, from my Earth. But you don't love me back, and I've been everywhere trying to find one universe where it all worked out. Where you didn't love me, but I could – I somehow won you over." The tears are now streaming down your face without your control, and you don't even bother cleaning them. She stares at you with wide eyes. "But what if you and I are never supposed to work? What if Lena is never supposed to love me back?" Your breath shudders and you can't barely get your words out. "What if this is it?"

Lena licks her lips, unable to respond. You're unsure of the endgame here; you're merely using this Lena to finally unload your emotions.

"How do I just bury this feeling so deep down, when it wants nothing but to exist?"

The question falls heavy from your mouth. Loaded with more than heartbreak and it can be felt from the way your words sound. Lena feels it too. Surely, the whole world would be able to feel it. 

"You don't." She whispers back and you startle with the sound of her voice. You didn't think she would answer. "Y/N, I –" Lena breathes deep, gathering all of her courage. "I love you too. Well, you know what I mean. But on this Earth, you and Kara are dating."

"Yikes." Not yikes as in gross, but also, yes somewhat. Because you and Kara? That's weird and absurd and like dating a sister. But also yikes, cause you've landed on a universe where Lena loves you but she also didn't get the girl. "I'm sorry. I guess the last thing you needed was me crying on your couch about how much I love you."

She chuckles, looking up to hold back the tears. "God, this is so surreal." She turns to you like she's telling a secret. "I bought this company for you."

"Oh! You did that for Kara in my universe." You give her a watery laugh. "That's so very Lena of you." After a moment's thought, you lean in with a whispered revelation yourself. "I almost killed your brother to defend you. And trust me, I don't kill."

"Yeah, you – you did that for Kara here." 

You and Lena fall into a weird silence. You notice from the corner of your eye that a few tears started falling on her face and you make a move to clean it up. She holds her breath to it, and her eyes flutter closed when your thumb brush softly against her skin.

She is not your Lena, but God, do they look the same, sound the same, and even smell the same. She is everything your Lena is, plus one huge difference: she is in love with a Y/N.

"I have an idea." You whisper, not to startle her, then move your finger away.

She doesn't open her eyes to whisper back, "Please, don't say Parent Trap."

"Hey!" You defend yourself earning a heartly laugh from her end. "Parent Trap is always a solid idea."

Lena looks at you fondly, while trying to sound annoyed. "God, Y/N."

"No, that wasn't it." You actually defend yourself this time, and she sits up straighter, looking at you curiously. "I love you and you love me. Sounds like an easy fix."

"No." Her voice comes as if she is talking to a toddler. "I love you from this universe, and you love me from your universe. We're all different individuals."

"Not that different. You knew I could say the Parent Trap idea, you bought a company for someone you love and I almost killed for someone I love." She only blinks at you in utter disbelief. "Oh, come on. You're still Lena! You're absurdly smart, and beautiful. You call me darling, and laugh when I say something silly. And I am still me, I'm –" You can't find the words to describe yourself.

"You're a bright light everywhere you step in. You're the only one that makes me laugh so hard. You're the most charming person I've ever met, and you have terrible ideas and try to pass them off as good." You laugh when she says that. 

"What? I don't –"

"You've been to 15 different Earths just to find a way to make your Lena love you, instead of just talking to her about it."

"Yeah, whatever. Like you're so perfect being filthy rich and buying companies as a form of love." She chuckles again and you stare at her with renewed intent. "Come on, it's not that crazy. We can find out the differences between our counterparts, but I doubt there's anything you've done that would make me stop loving you."

"My scientist mind says this is the craziest thing someone has ever told me."

"But the stupid part that made you fall in love with me, says…"

Lena inhales deep, then lets it all out in one breath. "That I'd die for your kiss."

You've kissed many Lenas from different universes. Short and sweet kisses, big and passionate ones, and completely wrong ones as well. You can help that your heart beats almost out of your chest in anticipation for this one. This Lena, she's so much like the one you fell for, but there's an ineffable quality about her, something more. Without even a kiss, you sense that if she isn't the one for you as well, then no other Lena will ever be.

The office is bathed in a soft, dim light. The last employee left a few minutes ago, leaving you both in an oddly calm, private CatCo. You draw Lena's face close to you, feeling her hold her breath in sync with yours.

"What if this is it?" Lena asks and you realize she has different worries than yours. But you know, regardless of the uncertainty – whether this is going to be it, or not – the only way to have the answer is by kissing her.

The moment seems to stand still, as the question reveals to be the answer itself. Time stretched out so thin through the space between your lips. And you smile to yourself as the gap between you two doesn't feel insurmountable anymore. 

Lena closes the distance. It feels impossible to believe that you two haven't known each other all your lives, when the dance of your lips and tongues moves in perfect harmony. The kiss is explosive and urgent, as if it has been in the making for years. Breathless, desperate, and exploratory. It's everything, and it's only the start.

You part your lips, staring at her from so close the only thing you can look at is her glossy eyes. "I'll die." She whispers so close to your mouth you're sharing the same breath. "I'll die a little death if I can't have you again."

The floor seems to open under you, as your heart flies to your mouth beating so fast it's ringing loudly in your ears. And you cease to exist in many universes to just exist right here, in this moment.

This is it. This is love. The love you've been jumping around from one universe to another to find. The love you've been dying to have and you know it. You shared one kiss and you are sure of it.

Lena swallows a tear, a question, a whirlwind of thoughts going through her mind as she kisses you again. Then again. And each kiss becomes more passionate, more certain. It's so right it binds you two deeper and stronger at every lip and tongue and breath shared. It can't be undone. 

Lena has a million questions and you know that, can see it in her eyes, and God you have them too. How can you erase your histories? Is it as easy as this? As easy as sharing a kiss so right that defying the boundaries of many universes cease to matter? 

But you know, God, you know it's just the start. It's the start of a chain reaction that makes your heart feel alive and complete. It doesn't matter anymore if she is your Lena, because she is the Lena.

"How will this even work?" she whispers against your lips, but deep down, you both know—it will work, it must work. Nothing can stop it now.

"I don't know. God, I don't care." You answer between kisses, your breathless words expressing a certainty that defies logic. "I just know it will."

It's many, many kisses later that you both fall into a less desperate silence, tangled up in each other's arms as if this is the 100th time you've found yourselves in this position. You don't have to talk to know you're both thinking the same thing. How will this work?

"I have an idea." Your eyes widen and you untangle yourself from your place on her chest, so you can look into her eyes.

"Here we go again." She jokes lightly, but you know she trusts this idea will be just as good as the last one.

"I've been to one universe where I didn't exist. I don't know what happened to me there. If I was never born or if I'd died. But you existed and Kara was your best friend, and all of you would work in a Tower, and there was this guy Brainy, instead of Winn… Anyways." You stop your ranting when you realize you're getting a little side tracked. "I'm sure there's one Earth out there where both you and I don't exist. We could just –"

"Go to another world and start fresh. No two of you, no two of me. Just you and I making a name for ourselves." Lena completes and you smile at her, happy she understood exactly where you were going with this.

"I mean, you're stupidly smart and I have powers. Surely we can make a life for ourselves anywhere." You stop yourself when an idea crosses your mind. No, not anywhere. You smile. "And I know just where."

"You would do that?" Lena blinks, her question isn't coming from a place of confusion. She knows you would do exactly that and some more. The question is coming from a place of complete adoration.

"I'm dying to believe that you won't be the death of me." She kisses you one more time to be sure. And it's obvious. Every single time it's even more fated.

"What about everyone else on our Earths? Wouldn't we miss them?"

You show her your ring. "Have a portal –"

"Will travel." She completes it.

Yeah. This one. This one is your Lena.

[inspiredrawaw]

The Eclipse team!

Myrvin McGrove a star mage apprentice and next in line for fox protector of the local forest.

Jaxie Richard a knight in training who also works really hard to have a social life

Lemon “Lemy” Blixt a lemon orchard farmer who is very tired and is the life that gives you lemons

Charlotte Richard, a sneaky rogue of the land and also Jaxie’s sister!!! Family dinners are a bit tense

And now things I’ve changed for the design and whyyyyyy and how it fits in the storrryyyyyyyyyyyyy

First off! I had no desire to draw these characters for a while which told me that I needed to change some things to make them exciting to draw again.

Now originally this story was set in a modern world and the characters were placed into a fantasy world. I apparently don’t like modern settings for my stories so full on fantasy we go! I’m also a SUCKER for fantasy give me full control of the world to sandbox in

Because of this some designs were changed.

I changed Myrvins deer mask to fox because I feel like it’s a better insight into this guys character and there is a fox constellation! I also already have a deer character in my other story Opal Reapers and I didn’t want repeats

And due to my experiences with (hopefully temporary) vision loss I wanted to change a bit on how Myrvins vision loss worked. Such as having a short white ID cane that’s great to help with depth perception and having his mask cover 1 eye to make things easier for him. I did change his scar to be more star shape and his cape to look like that of a fox!

Now Jaxie, jaxie has been the one name from when these guys were septic ego OCs that kept the name so I also switched it and put an x in there. X marks the spot for Myrvins affection apparently and also probleeeemmmsss. He needs a break! 👏👏👏 went for more knight armor but kept some elements from his previous design such as ginger hair and his double lit candle tattoo. And the red hoodie that is his STAPLE

LEMY!!!!!! I love Lemy. So I never shared this character but they were suppose to be a guide for Myrvin in the original fantasy world. But now they don’t need that and I still wanted a reference to the original title dealing with orchard. But we already got our red character so yellow it was! Our sour lemon lantern orchard farmer. I designed her hat to look like a straw hat but still be part of her head design I am so happy with it. Also gives scarecrow vibes

AND CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!! GOD SHES FINALLY BEEN GIVEN TRAITS DEAR STARS. So originally went from being Jaxies brother, to goth sister named Charlie, to now Charlotte problem was that I didn’t know what role she played in the story. She’s a lesbian mess with a knife I love her. She’s a rose both pretty and will slice ya. Big dramatic anime villain vibes for someone who is not a villain. Both Charlotte and Jaxie are trans because I think it’s funny to think that they were told to share as kids and shared everything including their gender and never asked for it back.

The story is still gonna revolve around the Solar and lunar Eclipses drama and poor communication skills and take up Myrvin and Jaxie as there champions as celestial entities DO. Which I shall design….. eventually

ANYWAY if you made it down here thanks for reading let me know what you think.

[kafus]

ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

[cosmicjoke]

Winter

Winters in the Underground are bleak.

It’s the drafts, Furlan knows, coming in through the holes in the caverns roof, the ice melt which sinks down through the sewer grates, and flurries of fat, freezing flakes of snow. There is no sun to melt it as it carries on the strange currents of wind which suck down like a vortex into the open space, blowing endlessly through the dark tunnels of their world.

Isabel hates it. Complains constantly about how cold it is, shivering and shaking as she tries in vain to warm herself by their pitiful firepit.

Levi bears it like he bears everything. In silence, grim faced and unreadable.

Though, sometimes, Furlan catches the tremble in his small hands.

This year is worse than usual.

There’s a famine up above, apparently. No rain during this last spring resulting in fields of dead crops.

It’s well hard enough getting food down here, even when things up top are thriving.

But people struggling for food on the surface meant people starving to death in the Underground.

It’s been hard for everyone, even the three of them, who usually did a descent enough job staying afloat, thanks, mainly, to Levi.

But these last, few weeks, they’ve had to take to scrounging through the gutters in hopes of finding some tossed out and molding piece of bread, or wilting, days old vegetables, just to get by.

There’s no food. The merchants from the surface willing to come here, few and far between as they are, have all packed up their stalls and left, and whoever’s left has nothing to sell at all, stands left bare and empty, their owners gone and out of sight.

Levi had managed to hit one of the fleeing merchants about a month back now and steal a sizable sack of dried goods from him, and they’d been living off that ever since. But, between the three of them, even with Levi skipping meals and leaving the bulk to Furlan and Isabel, much to their dismay and protests, they’d finally bled the haul dry, and now they had nothing.

Each new day was weighted with uncertainty, then, as to whether they would eat or not.

They all knew what starvation felt like. They’d all been through it.

That didn’t make bearing it any easier.

It didn’t make the pain, or the fear, go away.

And the cold was only making things so much worse.

It was fucking freezing, even holed up in their little space as they were, clinging to each other for what little warmth they could share. Levi has his arms around both of them, drawing them against his sides as they hunch with their heads together in front of their meager fire, and Furlan can feel Levi shaking just as violently as he and Isabel.

Through the thin material of Levi’s shirt, Furlan can feel his ribs and the ridges of his spine. He’s lost a lot of weight, from skipping so many meals these last weeks.

“… I’m gonna’ die, ain’t I?” Isabel’s voice breaks the pressing silence, dried and cracked and barely more than a whisper.

Furlan feels Levi stiffen.

“Don’t be talkin’ like that.” He scolds her, his own voice barely seeming stronger. “You ain’t gonna’ die.”

“… B-but I’m so hungry, B-Big Bro, and… and I’m cold. Oh, God…”

“I know. But ya ain’t gonna’ die, Izzy. I wouldn’t let that happen. Alright? You trust me, don’t ‘cha?”

“Y-yeah Big Bro. Yeah…”

Levi’s arms squeeze tighter around them, and the room goes silent again, but for the pops and crackles of the fire.

Furlan squeezes his eyes tight and bites the inside of his cheek ‘till he tastes blood.

He knows Levi means it. He means it when he says he isn’t gonna’ let them die. Knows Levi would give his last damned breath to keep both him and Isabel going. But… strong as Levi is, it doesn’t amount to much when there just isn’t any food to be had.

Shit… they might have to resort to trying to catch rats soon, if things don’t improve.

Furlan doesn’t think Levi would eat a rat. He doesn’t think Levi could bear it, twitchy as he is about disease and filth and the like.

Something to do with his mother, Furlan thinks, who Levi told him died from disease when he’d been a child. He hadn’t said more than that; Levi rarely spoke about himself at all. But Furlan can guess at the ugliness of the thing.

“… I’ll go out and look for somethin’ to eat. You two stay here.” Levi says after a while, and he starts to stand.

Furlan is slow to react, his energy sapped almost to nothing, and it takes too long for Levi’s words to process. By the time they do, Levi is already wrapping his cloak around his shoulders.

“Levi, wait…” he starts to protest, beginning to stand. “you can’t go out there now. It’s too cold. You’ll…”

“Stay here Furlan. You and Izzy keep holdin’ each other, try to stay warm. I’ll be back soon as I can.”

“Levi, please, you could die out there…”

Levi just shakes his head, starting for the door.

“I’ll be alright. I’m strong Furlan. You know that.”

“Y-yeah, but…”

“I’ll be fine. Stay with Izzy. Don’t leave. Don’t come after me neither. Alright? I’ll be back, soon as I can.”

Before Furlan can lodge any more protests, Levi is gone, the shabby wooden door creaking shut behind him, and Furlan feels what’s left of his energy drain outta him as he sinks back to the floor. Isabel throws her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder.

“H-he’ll be alright, won’t he Furlan? Big Bro’s the strongest, s-so he’ll be alright. Yeah?”

Furlan puts his arm around her, laying his cheek to the crown of her head and holding her tight against his side.

“… Yeah.” He promises, and wishes he felt as confident as he forces himself to sound. “He’ll be alright.”

//

Levi doesn’t come back ‘till almost four hours have gone by. Isabel had fallen asleep, somehow, and Furlan had been grateful for it, because he’d been starting to grow sick with worry, more and more convinced with each second that past that something horrible had happened to Levi.

He didn’t know what they would do if something happened to Levi.

He didn’t know how they would survive.

But then Levi walks in through the door, carrying a heavy looking sack over his shoulder.

Furlan stands immediately from where he’s still sat by the dwindling fire, stumbling forward a step, before coming to a halt partway, eyes wide.

Levi’s got blood on his face, a thick smear of it coated across his brow, over his eyes, running from what Furlan can see is a large gash, just a little above his left temple. Gaze dropping to his hands, and Furlan sees Levi’s cut up and already swelling knuckles.

He’s been in a fight, then. A bad one, from the looks of it.

Furlan can’t help the words which spring unbidden to his tongue, a tight, sick knot in his gut.

“What happened?”

Levi looks dolefully back at him, silent.

It wasn’t that Furlan was surprised.

Levi was rough stock. He came from some kind of hardship extreme even from down in this place, and for a long time, violence was his only friend. The only thing he could depend on to make it from day to day. Furlan knows that. He knows. Even though Levi rarely spoke about his life before he met him, or Isabel. You could hardly miss the scars littering the kid’s hands, or all over his body. Knife fights, long, gnarled ropes of raised, white skin, some clean and straight, some jagged and twisted, like whoever’d done the cutting meant to make it ugly as possible. There were starburst shaped patterns of raw, too smooth skin on his chest, parallel in place on his back, and Furlan knew those to be entry and exit wounds from bullets.

Yeah, Levi was rough stock, and he’d made his way before mostly through fighting.

That was the thing down here, in this place. Predators picked off the weakest looking prey, and Levi was small. Just a tiny kid. The top of his head barely reached to Furlan’s chin. Hell, Furlan knows, when he’d first seen Levi, he’d thought like everyone else. Short, scrawny looking kid, should be an easy mark, even though, by then, there’d started to be talk of a scrappy little midget who could take down men twice, three times his size, even. And like everyone else, Furlan had wanted to see if the rumors were true.

Well… Levi was rough stock. He was fucking terrifying. Stronger than any man Furlan had ever seen. He’d felt it, one time. How strong Levi really was. One time, when a guy from a rival gang had come charging at Furlan, ready to sink his knife into his back, and Levi had caught Furlan by the arm and jerked him outta the way before it could happen. In his panic, Levi’d grabbed him hard, harder than he’d meant to, Furlan knows, and the power in his hands, in his grip, had stolen the breath right outta his lungs. He could break bones with his bare hands. Furlan knew it then sure as he knows his own name. And then that’s what he did. He took hold of the man who’d tried to put a knife in Furlan’s back, and he’s crushed his hand. Mangled it, ‘till he couldn’t hold a knife, or any other kind of weapon, ever again.

You didn’t fuck with Levi.

That’s what kept Furlan and Isabel safe. Because everyone knew. You try anything with them, and it was Levi you’d bring down on your own head. And you didn’t fuck with Levi.

Unless you were the MP’s. They fucked with Levi all the time, ‘cause they fucked with everyone, down here, and ‘cause they knew Levi wasn’t fool enough to kill no government workers. That’d draw attention. That’d get people from up above involved. And Levi was always telling him and Isabel, it was best not to get people from up above involved, ‘cause they had money, and money gave ‘em power, and they could take everything from them. Levi was always saying. They could take everything.

Furlan’s eyes catch on the sack over Levi’s shoulder. It’s one of those stitched potato sacks, starched white, and printed out in bold, black letters across the front, are the words “Government Property”.

Well, shit…

“Levi… what happened?” Furlan asks again.

Levi slides the sack down, lying it gentle onto the floor.

He doesn’t say anything as he kneels down on one knee, starts undoing the tie round the bags end.

“Levi… did you kill military police?” And even as the words leave him, Furlan feels a dizzying horror in his head, threatening to black out his vision. If Levi killed police, then…

“… I didn’t kill ‘em. Just roughed a couple up. They ain’t dead. Just socked ‘em, some.”

“Levi…”

“They did me first. I… I tried talkin’ to ‘em Furlan. You know how I ain’t good with no words. But I tried talkin’. I told ‘em I could do stuff for ‘em, if they was willin’ to spare some ‘a their food. They got… all this food, Furlan. More ‘an they need. It ain’t fair. It ain’t right, down here, what you got people starvin’ to death, droppin’ dead in the streets from starvin’, and cold. I told ‘em Fur… I said…”

“Levi, alright. It’s alright.” Furlan says, keeping his voice even and level.

Levi got like this, sometimes. He got emotional, like this. He kept himself so even keeled most of the time. Was most of the time so reserved. He only got worked up like this when he was real upset about something.

Levi sniffs, wipes the back of his hand against his nose, and keeps working at the bags tie. He gets it open after a minute, and starts pulling what Furlan can see are dried goods, mostly. Crackers, standard military rations, some cans of beans. Stuff like that.

Levi’s hands are shaking.

“… What did you tell ‘em you could do for them, Levi?” Furlan asks, even though he doesn’t want to.

Again, Levi says nothing, just keeps pulling the goods from the bag.

There’s a lot.

Enough to last ‘em several weeks, Furlan thinks.

Their lives are saved.

“Levi, you didn’t…”

“I said, ‘cause, like… you know.” Levi cuts him off. “I said I could do ‘em some jobs. If they needed anything, like… like, I could steal stuff for ‘em, or what. You know how good I am at that stuff Furlan. You know, ‘cause I’m small. I can sneak into any place. You know it, right?”

Furlan nods.

“Sure do, Levi.”

“Well, but then they got to laughin’ at me. And one of ‘em says, he says, what I could do for him is suck his dick, ‘cause I’m… ‘cause he says, I’m the perfect height for it. And they were laughin’ at me Furlan. And I got mad. So I beat ‘em up, and took a bag. They got dozens ‘a bags, Furlan. They won’t miss just the one.”

“… Okay.”

“They were laughin’ at me Furlan. They… they used to laugh at Mama like that. I remember. They used to laugh at her just like that. I got mad.”

“Okay.” Furlan feels his heart sink.

“But I didn’t kill ‘em. I just socked ‘em good.”

“… What happened to your head?” Furlan tries, and Levi blinks at him.

Furlan points to his own head, near his temple, and he sees understanding come into Levi’s eyes.

“… Yeah. I socked the one who said about my height, and the other one came in and hit me with his billy. Caught me good too. I almost went down.”

“God, Levi…”

Levi shakes his head.

“But I kept my feet. Kenny says to me, you gotta’ keep your feet, no matter. No matter what they hit you with. So I kept my feet, and I socked him too. I just knocked ‘em cold Furlan. I didn’t kill ‘em, so you don’t gotta’ worry none about that. Don’t worry none. Only, maybe we’ll have to move soon, in case anyone comes sniffin’ around. Them MP’s don’t like to be stolen from. You ask me, they’re the ones stealin’. There’s people starvin’ to death in the street, Furlan. There’s little babies dead out there in the cold.”

“I know, Levi.”

Levi looks at him, and his eyes are, for a moment, so damned hurt, that Furlan has to look away.

Fuck…

“Well, I gives some ‘a what I stole to some poor lady, ‘cause she had a baby, Furlan. I lied, before. I’m sorry. I took more than one bag. I… I took a couple. And I gives one to some poor lady. Don’t be mad, Fur. We gotta’ eat. You know that. We gotta’ eat.”

“I ain’t mad Levi. God, I ain’t mad at ya.”

And he isn’t. He can’t be.

Fuck, Levi just had too much feeling in his heart, and Furlan couldn’t ever be mad at him for that.

It got sometimes so he could hardly stand to look though, for all the hurt Levi had in him. All the hurt he had for everyone else.

People didn’t know, ‘cause Levi was rough stock, and he grew up learning to keep it all in, pressed down so nobody could use it against him. He kept it all in, usually. But when he got like this, there it was, plain as anything, all that feeling and hurt he carried around inside him for everyone else, and sometimes Furlan could hardly stand to look.

He couldn’t imagine what that felt like, to be carrying around all that hurt, keeping it all inside like that.

“… Yeah? Well, alright then.” Levi says and starts up emptying the sack again.

“Say, Levi, that can wait ‘till later. I should clean up that gash you got on your temple. Okay? Fix up your hands too.”

Levi keeps unpacking the canned goods for a moment, before he stops, rubbing at his nose again.

“… Okay.” He finally agrees, and Furlan feels an almost dizzying relief.

He has Levi sit down along the bench in what they’ve designated the living area of their small hovel, and tells him he’ll be right back, going to fetch a bowl of water and some clean rags.

They’d filled a couple wooden buckets with water a few days ago, when the ice stopping up the well a little ways from their place had final broken enough apart, but they were gonna’ have to get more soon. Assuming the well hadn’t frozen over again. It probably had. Furlan tries not to think about it. Getting drinkable water down here was almost as hard as getting food, now.

He sees Levi’s removed his cloak, finally, as he makes his way back towards him, and he’s got his arms crossed against his chest, his hands stuck in the pits of his arms. He’s shivering, and Furlan knows he must be freezing, though Levi won’t ever complain about it.

Furlan knows better than to make a fuss about it either. Levi never liked anybody fussing over him.

Instead, Furlan just takes a seat across from him and sets to work, cleaning his wounds.

The gash along his temple is pretty bad. Might even need stitches, Furlan thinks, frowning to himself. He tells Levi as much, and Levi huffs, but doesn’t otherwise protest as Furlan gets up to set the bowl of water to boiling over the fire and fetch a needle to sterilize. He needs to add some kindling to the fire to make it hot enough, and Isabel tosses and turns in her sleep, mumbling incoherently to herself, dreaming.

“She alright?” Levi asks as Furlan comes back.

Furlan shrugs.

“Sure. Good as she can be, I suppose. She’ll be happy to see you’ve got us food.”

“… Yeah.” Levi says, and goes quiet again.

Furlan doesn’t say much as he sets to cleaning and stitching Levi’s wound, good as he can, and Levi doesn’t complain, sitting stiff and still, mouth pulled tight at the corners.

“Hands.” Furlan orders after, and Levi dutifully holds them out for him.

There’s scar tissue all over Levi’s knuckles, the skin split and bleeding now. It must hurt, but Levi gives no indication of it as Furlan works, trying to be gentle as he can.

“Alright.” Furlan says when he finishes, letting Levi’s hands go.

“Thanks, Fur.”

Furlan smiles tightly back.

“No problem.”

Furlan packs the materials away, leaving the used rags in the bowl of water to soak for a bit. He’ll have to clean them later, or Levi will get upset.

Levi busies himself by storing away the food items he’d nabbed, and there’s a heavy, comfortable silence which falls over the place.

Furlan wants to ask Levi if he really thinks they’ll have to move again soon, but he knows Levi will let him and Isabel know if they do. If he’s anything, he’s cautious, and keeps his eyes open and ear to the ground. He’ll know if their spot’s been compromised.

Furlan rummages around in their pile of wood bits they’ve been collecting for kindling, throwing a few more pieces on the fire, stocking it and building the flames back up.

“Levi, you should rest.” He calls to the smaller man after a while, watching Levi move restlessly about the space. He’s got his duster out, aimlessly waving it at different surfaces. Even from half the room away, his face looks gaunt, pale and too thin. The circles under his eyes are like dark bruises. He must be exhausted.

Levi stops, but he doesn’t turn to face Furlan, just stands there, staring at the ground.

“Come on, Levi. You can lay by the fire, try to warm up a little. You need rest.”

“… Okay.” Levi at last relents, placing the duster down and making his way to where Furlan and Isabel are lying together. Furlan scoots some to the side and holds his arm out, inviting, as Levi settles down, nestling against him.

They’re quiet for a while, and Furlan stares absently at the ceiling above them as Levi turns, pressing his face against his shoulder.

There’s a thousand and one things Furlan thinks he wants to say to Levi. He wants to beg him to stop doing this. Going out and putting himself in so much danger like that. He wants to thank Levi for it, for taking care of him and Isabel, even at the expense of himself. Wants to find a way to show Levi how much he appreciates it, how grateful he is. Wants to understand why it is Levi seems to care so little about himself in turn. Why he… treats himself like a tool to be used, instead of a person who matters.

Maybe it’s his fault, Furlan thinks dismally. Maybe, because when he first met Levi, that’s all Furlan saw him as too. A tool. Somebody he wanted, so he could use him to move up in the Underground gangs. Somebody who’s strength he coveted.

He was still using Levi for that, in a way. Even though Levi was their de facto leader, he let Furlan make all the plans, let Furlan, ultimately, call all the shots. He didn’t have to. If Levi wanted, he could rule their gang with an iron fist, and there wasn’t anything Furlan, or anybody else, could do about it. But Levi only ever leant his strength to make Furlan’s plans reality, only ever did all the hard stuff, the dangerous stuff, and Furlan let him.

He thinks he shouldn’t.

But he does, and he knows it’s because it’s comfortable for him, this way. Because he’s too selfish to try and change their setup. Because his plans, he knows, wouldn’t even be possible if he didn’t have Levi backing him up.

So he says nothing now, just curls his arms tighter round Levi and Isabel both, lets the silence settle over them as the night deepens outside.

[somethingsomeart]

I'm back on my bullshit again~! A more proper view of Hunter!Tahir (where he's not suffering my memes for once) as I imagined him while I played through The Northern Passage IF demo @northern-passage And small scenes and interactions with the characters: Lea Chen, Merry Harlowe, Clementine and Noel Lykaon

Special appearances by Dot (the horse), a badly carved turtle, a little lucky bell and the Rot (and Tahir at the end of the demo)

Fangirlish rambling under the cut! It long

This honestly largely took this long cuz I could *not* figure out which scene I wanted to use for Noel! Xe has a ton of really great scenes but in most the Hunter wears their cloak (as per usual) and I really wanted one where that doesn't happen. Cuz, for Tahir, Noel is one of the people he's the most comfortable just being himself around rather than a hunter, cuz xe is hunter too but kind and he makes it easier. And since Tahir is an idiot who didn't even care to check for the wraith before going for Clem, he's kinda unconscious when they first meet!

So I ended up picking the scene in front of the door after the Hunter accidentally-on-purpose opens the Vel, where, to hide xirs fear and concern ('m guessing), Noel makes a joke that actually has the Hunter laughing. A short moment of almost normalcy surrounded by something that, of the group, only the two fully share.

Meanwhile Lea (he/him from a d3 toss) gets to be a gremlin! It was honestly a cute and really natural scene that I'd been itching to doodle for a bit so here it is! (Tahir's horse is called Dot cuz she has a dot in the centre of her forehead. She's a lusitano uwu I'm dating a horseboy, I gotta respect the horse) Tahir's favourite (non alcoholic) drink is actually coffee so Lea won himself some extra points right there! That he immediately lost for laughing at Tahir's suffering >:'(

Merry gets the scene with the little carved turtle cuz my thoughts were pretty much the same as Tahir's when I read the scene. It was really cute! It felt like seeing Merry rather than the pirate captain who is trying to protect her town, almost vulnerable and caring for just a little trinket that matters to her. Basically, Merry cute, cute Merry cute, I draw

Clem gets to tell a story! A story that, I'm sure, isn't going to be deeply meaningful nor anything. This is also a moment where Clem reaches out to the Hunter with an offer to protect them so I really wanted to include it. Despite how scared they seem, they still offer to come to the Hunter if he calls, and, ye, wanted to draw that!

And Tahir! As the Hunter. Tahir has brown eyes in the narration but he normally has amber ones, so I kept here even if it's hard to see ':D

Alcohol for his poison of choice. Favourite magic is sword. Touch starved as much as touch averse, no, he doesn't get it either.

He promised Jorah and he means to keep that promise, but gods if he’s not tired…

Very protective of his people: Noel, Lea and his dads mentors in particular, but Merry and Clem too (and whoever might need protection but these people most of all atm). In part thanks to that promise, and how it does help remind him to not hate others for… well, most of what being a hunter means, but it has led to him internalising a lot of that anger into a lack of care for his own safety that then leads to him being almost self-sacrificing when others are in danger. It’s fine tho! He’s fine!

He’s always fine, he has to be.

I haven’t figured out yet which romance path he’s gonna go for yet! Merry cute, Lea is delightful drama, and Noel is an absolute darling (sorry, Clem, you're not an option for Tahir, but at least that means less angst in your life??) so I am dying here!!

At this point in the demo Tahir’s managed to fight with Lea, but still agreed to talk, and lit his pipe (delicious scene btw, 5 stars~), was not kicked out of Merry’s ship cuz he kept away from the books but did get kicked out of her office when he went there to talk (yes, it hurt. A lot. He felt like such an idiot), been flustered by Noel and had a surprisingly not terrible conversation with him before they went to the isolation district, and made a blood pact with Clem, that came back to bite him in the ass (but also not really cuz wow! Keres hurts), he wants to have a little chat, Clem…!

He also got punched with the butt of a knife in the face by Duncan but paid him back in the final-current-demo-fight >:) (Duncan is awful in the absolutely best way possible! Had a lot of fun in his scenes and really enjoying hating the guy)

Really excited to get to find out what the hell Jorah is doing there, and working with/for Keres and Duncan?? In future chapters. (Also, Tahir would like to know where's Rodrick?? Where's dad, dad??) Also to find out more about the Hunter’s new “little” tagalong (aka, the Firstborn, I'm still going all in it's them!). Tahir actually doesn’t hate them, since they’ve only hurt him (as far as he knows) and not his people so there’s a good chance they’ll maybe be actually able to talk??

If you read this far, wow.

[lenalvthor]

tethered playlist breakdown - ch 1: chemtrails

hi hi hi! thank-you to everyone who has read, commented, left kudos, and bookmarked tethered so far (and if this is the first you're hearing of it, here's my critical role / bell's hells / imodna music au)! this beautiful, musical lil world has been knocking around in my head for a little over 6 months and i'm so excited to share it with other people 💗

so as I said on ao3, to create the Full Experience of this au the way i've been stewing in it over the past 6-odd months, i wanted to also pop chapter tie-in posts on here that give a more detailed breakdown of the music in each chapter, mainly bc I'm not someone who writes songfics rly and I don't like breaking up the flow of the fic + the suspension of disbelief with lyrics etc, so: we're gonna do it this way.

(again, if this is the first you're hearing of this au and it has piqued ur interest, would recommend giving ch 1 a read and then coming back to this post)

but okay, let's start with this first chapter ⚡🎼

i gave a bit of a generic ‘vibe’ of what everybody’s music sounds like in the end-notes, but i’m gonna elaborate a bit here + also fill in some gaps!

Liliana

in this fic, Liliana Temult gained acclaim as a teenage country star, kind of like early early Taylor Swift (vibes: TS debut, Fearless, + specifically the songs Sparks Fly, Mine, and Ours from Speak Now are songs Liliana released about her high school sweetheart turned husband (Relvin)). 

*important to note: any TS songs that are confirmed as Liliana’s are re-recording versions of these songs, as the original versions of them are how i imagine Imogen sounding if she were to cover her mom’s music, plus also draws a more distinctive line in the differences in sound between Imogen and Liliana if both of them have TS music in their discographies. if you’re super hardline abt only listening to Taylor’s rerecordings, that’s chill, but just putting it out there as my distinction between Imogen’s TS songs and Liliana’s TS songs!

as Liliana got more popular, signed to a new label (Ruidus Records, owned by Ludinus Da’Leth, and Liliana was managed by Otohan Thull), Liliana’s sound changed and she spent more time away from home, in New York and LA (vibes: AURORA by Daisy Jones and the Six, Fleetwood Mac - 60s/70s-esque pop-rock with some country tinges to it). 

Imogen

more on Imogen’s music in the fic’s present-day for the ch 2 breakdown, but for a backstory vibe: the first music Imogen releases are with songs from Kacey Musgraves’ album, Deeper Well; Imogen’s EP, called If I Let Go, has this tracklist: 

Sway

Lonely Millionaire 

The Architect

Cardinal 

Sway is fairly self explanatory, and it’s the leading single for the EP.

Lonely Millionaire is about Imogen’s desperation to not slip into the wrong side of the industry no matter how alluring it may be at times, no matter how caught up she gets in the glitz and glamour and magic of it all, she doesn’t want to forget that it’s not worth it to get lost and end up on your own (like Liliana did).

The Architect is ‘small-town grew up in a christian community and maybe has some queer religious trauma’ Imogen Temult going ✌🏼don’t know if i believe i still believe in god and i don’t know if it would make it easier or harder if i did✌🏼.

Cardinal is something Imogen had written for years and years before she ever released it, but it’s a song that’s so clearly inspired by Liliana’s later career music, and it’s very much about Liliana too, and it almost gets swapped out for a different song because Imogen’s a little terrified that putting her mother’s musical story into her own at the start of her career is as good as damning her from the beginning, but Bertrand and Laudna convince her otherwise so this song ends up closing off the EP. 

(later, when Imogen puts out the rest of her album (which includes songs I haven’t figured out yet lol), she adds Giver / Taker and Nothing To Be Scared Of also from Kacey’s new album, and both of them are written about Laudna :-). (the album is also called Nothing To Be Scared Of.) 

Laudna

Laudna also got into music as a teenager (signing to Briarwood Records under Delilah) but exactly what kind of music that was, i’m not 100% on so taking suggestions + recommendations if you have any. tethered’s present-day Laudna’s music is mostly following the sound of Lizzy McAlpine. the six feet under EP referenced in ch 1 is: 

doomsday

firearm 

ceilings 

chemtrails 

there’s more for Laudna’s music - including other songs she wrote in the time Imogen was away - but we’ll get into those as they come up in the fic 😉

The Crown Keepers

finally, for this chapter’s musical rundown: to put some context to The Crown Keepers, they are, in fact, the Full Gang. Orym, Fearne, Dorian, Dariax, and Opal make up TCK, and they started out as a folk/indie lil group who wound up being signed to Eshteross Records by Bertrand. they’re the characters i have the Most songs for bc their musical sound is my favourite kind of music, but i’ll just give you some artists to listen to + some of the key songs tied to their group’s backstory! 

vibes: Wild Rivers (both in music And in their actual Vibe as a group, go look them up, seriously) / Judah & the Lion (their song Spirit is the first song of TCK’s that blows up and they start to break into mainstream popularity) / Motherfolk / McFly / Morningsiders / Kodaline / Avalanche City (Sunset is one of the last songs they release + the very very last song they play at the end of their world tour right before they go on hiatus) / and Tiny Habits as little smaller combos of different members of the band (esp their cover of landslide). 

quick addition because I keep forgetting: the song that Imogen and Laudna sing together that Orym and Imogen text about is Call It What You Want from High School Musical the Musical the Series, and it's actually the song t hat set this whole fic off, funnily enough.

anyway! that’s some musical insight for u for ch 1!! here’s the playlist (so far) — will add more as it comes up! 

love, chim ⚡

[mackenzielovee]

sixth sense: part ten

synopsis: "He’s here somewhere, probably looming in the shadows and waiting for his perfect moment."

warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of sexual acts, domestic violence, death threats, degrading name calling, allusion to sexual assault. please do not read if DV will trigger you.

wc: 4.4k

a/n: it's a doozy but it's important. please read at your discretion! i hope despite the darker topics, you all still enjoy some of it. thanks for reading xoxo

series masterlist

     The week passes you by. Between Rafe and another exam coming up in the class you share, you both remain together — studying at the library, at your apartment in between makeout sessions, or at Rafe’s frat house. You both seem to find it easier being at your apartment, because it’s quieter and more private. On Tuesday, he leaves a toothbrush next to yours and asks if it can remain there. On Wednesday, you both go to the library to focus. On Thursday, Rafe comes over after work and eats you out on the floor of your living room. 

Friday is the day you dread, because it means work. It means showing up at the bar and serving drinks for hours, all while waiting on Rafe to come around. He has to work Friday during the day, and you kiss him goodbye from your front door in the early morning hours. Around four, you get ready for work, and by five, you’re clocking in for the evening rush. 

“Don’t look so thrilled there, slacker,” Jamie grunts when you enter the office to clock in. 

“What?” “You bailed out of your shift last Friday. You back together with Campbell?” he asks. 

You narrow your eyes, watching the way he doesn’t even bother to look up from his paperwork. 

“No,” you say slowly, “Why would you think that?”

Jamie shrugs, “Just wondering who’s gonna be paying your bills if you keep giving your shifts away. That’s all.”

You bite down on your tongue and finish clocking in, then make way for the door immediately. 

“None of your fucking business,” you mutter. 

“What was that?”

When you turn around, you find Jamie now standing. He towers over you, and even though you know you could crush him, you can’t lose your job. 

“Nothing,” you mumble. 

“That’s what I thought. God, if Campbell comes in tonight, I’ll be sure to let him know you need some fucking sense knocked into you. Pull your shirt down and get out there.”

The thought of Campbell knocking sense into you draws you back a step, and the water that invades your eyes doesn’t arrive at your own volition. His words make you think of every tug at the back of your neck, every harsh word, every time he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed. Although you’d learned not to take Jamie’s words to heart, these hurt you more than they ever have. 

“The fuck are you waiting on?” he snaps, “Go on.”

Your jaw clenches but you do as instructed and leave the back office, hurrying out to find Bryn at the bar. 

“Hey,” she grins, “I can’t wait to hear all about the dinner— are you okay?”

You nod quickly, trying your best to keep the anxiety brewing in your chest at bay. 

“I’m fine,” you tell her. 

“Y/N—”

“Has Campbell been in this week?”

Bryn’s eyebrows furrow, “I haven’t seen him. Why? Did he do something?”

You shake your head, giving her a fake smile that turns real when you feel the tears drain from your eyes.

“No, sorry, everything’s good,” you say, “Let me fill you in.”

     It’s eleven-thirty when you feel it. When you feel that sense —- that sixth sense you’re sure you have by now, coming out to play. He’s here somewhere, probably looming in the shadows and waiting for his perfect moment. You’re pouring a shot as the shiver runs down your spin, your mind wandering and wandering until you swear you can feel his hands around your neck—

“Shit, Y/N,” Bryn cries, “Chill out!”

You’d poured about four shots worth of vodka into one shot glass, leading to vodka covering the counter and dripping onto the floor. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, absentmindedly handing off the shot, “I’ll clean it up.”

Bryn just shakes her head, as if she never expected you to clean it in the first place, and covers the floor in paper towels. 

“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice filled with concern. 

You move to confess, to tell her what you think is happening, when your eyes catch on him. On that backwards cap and those deep blue eyes. On that radiant smile and the sleeve of tattoos peeking out from under his short sleeve shirt. 

I’m in love with you, is all you seem to be able to think, and you’re sure the grin that spreads across your lips expresses that completely. 

“I’m great,” you admit, “I’ll be right back.”

You hurry over to him, rushing from behind the bar and into his arms before he even has time to process what you’re doing. You know he didn’t expect you to do that, but you don’t care. Your senses had been about him, you’re sure of it. You’d been getting that feeling because Rafe had arrived, and now that you feel him, smell him, you seem to relax. 

“Hi,” you smile up at him. 

“Hi, baby,” he grins, keeping one arm tight around you, “You okay?”

“I’m great. Want a drink?”

“No,” he smirks, “Want a kiss.”

“Oh, shit, Bryn, can you hand me a bucket or something to throw up in?” Topper calls from beside Rafe, leaning over the bar and waving to get Bryn’s attention. 

She rolls her eyes at him, making no move to do what he’d asked. You just laugh at Topper and stand up on your tiptoes, giving him a slow and gentle kiss. 

You pull back with a smile, then look around to greet the rest of Rafe’s friends. When Topper is the only one you locate, you look up at him through furrowed brows. 

“It’s just the two of us tonight,” he explains, “Some of the guys went to a party at one of the other frats.”

You give him a small, pouty smile, “You could’ve gone, too.”

Although you’re glad he didn’t, you don’t want him to feel like he always has to come here if he doesn’t want to. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Bryn step over to Topper, who smirks and asks what her favorite thing to drink is. 

“Nah,” Rafe shrugs, “I wanted to see you, and Top wanted to flirt with Bryn, so we’re fine.”

You smile, rising up to your tip-toes to give him a kiss, when you feel it. The hair on the back of your neck stands tall as your breathing grows shallow. Just as Rafe’s lips skim yours, you turn around, attempting to find the source of your discomfort. 

Rafe’s grip tightens on the back of your shirt as you look around, but you see nothing out of the ordinary. The bar looks the same as it always does. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Rafe asks again. 

When you turn back, his eyes are on you, expression filled with concern as he begs you to tell him what’s going on. For a second, you start to, but give him a warm and convincing smile instead. 

“Yes,” you reply, “Sorry. I want my kiss.”

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, wasting no more time. 

He maintains the kiss while your paranoia remains, keeping you from fully engaging with him. More or less, you stand there and let him kiss you, doing nothing to fuel it, and when he pulls back, you register that same concern. 

“I should get back,” you mumble weakly, “Let me know if you want a drink, okay?”

“Okay, baby,” he nods. 

The crease in his brow and the narrowing of his eyes tells you he’ll be keeping a closer watch on you than usual, but tonight, you’re okay with that. You give Bryn a small smile and try to relax, ignoring that pit in your stomach that doesn’t seem to go away. 

     It’s nearly one-thirty in the morning when Bryn hobbles up to you, looking more exhausted than usual. She’d taken the brunt of the work for you without even saying so, because she could tell you were bothered. She never asked again, but the look in your eye told her that you needed it desperately. 

Topper had gotten even more intoxicated since his arrival — thanks to Bryn. She’d loaded him up on Blue Hawaiians and laughed when he told her he was in love with her. Rafe’s eyes are on you more often than not, and each time you see him, you try to give him a convincing smile. It doesn’t work. 

“You should go,” Bryn tells you, giving you a soft smile. 

“I’m fine to stay,” you reply, keeping your eyes down on the shot glasses in front of you. 

“Y/N,” she says, earning your attention, “You look like hell. Go home and relax. Have amazing sex or take a bath or something. I’ve got it from here.”

“Bryn—”

“I mean it.”

You sigh, letting your shoulders fall, but ultimately nod. Her hand meets your arm and takes the handle of vodka from you, then nods her head in the direction of the back office. 

You take a step away, ready to clock out and escape this place, when you turn to find Rafe. It’s one of the few moments that he’s not looking at you, but instead trying to keep Topper upright. You shake your head at him, and just as you move to turn around, you spot another familiar set of eyes. 

One second is all it takes for you to gasp and draw back, and clear as day, Campbell disappears into the sea of people once again. You take a step forward, your instincts telling you to find him and tell him to fuck off, when Jamie steps in front of you. 

“What are you doing?” he asks. 

“I’m—” you stop and look up, unable to find any sign of Campbell, “Nothing. I’m leaving.”

“Your shift doesn’t end until two,” he remarks, but before you can argue, he shrugs, “Just go. You didn’t bring too much in tonight, anyway.”

You clench your jaw but turn and walk away from him before he can change his mind. Quickly, you clock out and grab your stuff before making your way back out to Rafe, who looks like he’s one second away from punching Topper in the face. 

“You’re being a fucking asshole, bro, I want another drink,” Topper slurs, trying to step around Rafe. 

“You’re done,” Rafe informs him calmly, gripping Topper’s wrist in his palm. 

“Fuck you,” Topper grunts. 

“Yeah, fuck you, too,” Rafe rolls his eyes, looking over and catching sight of you with your stuff, “Hey. I thought you had a little longer to go?”

You shake your head, “I’m good to leave.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Topper cuts in, “So fuckin’ glad. Your boyfriend’s been super worried.”

Rafe clenches his jaw, “Shut up.”

“You shut up—” Topper rebutts, shoving Rafe’s shoulder. 

Rafe looks pissed, but he doesn’t take it out on Topper. Instead, he grips his best friend by the collar of his shirt and then turns to you, giving you a gentle but forced smile. 

“I’m gonna take him home,” he says, “Come with?”

Topper rolls his eyes, desperate to break free of Rafe’s grip but unable to do so because his balance is so far off. When he can’t, he looks over at you and narrows his eyes. Although you know Topper is just drunk, your head feels too fragile to be around his behavior. 

“I’m just gonna go home, I think,” you reply, “It’s late and I’m tired.”

Rafe frowns, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you nod, “Need me to call you guys an Uber?”

“No, I’ll do that, baby. I’m just a little worried about you—”

“Holy shit, dude, she’s fine,” Topper groans, “Can you fucking let go of me?”

You take a step closer to Rafe and place your hand on his cheek, watching as he relaxes under your touch. 

“I’m fine, I promise. I just need to recharge. I’ll call you in the morning.”

He turns into your hand, kissing your palm lightly, “Okay, I get it. But I have a counter proposal.”

You smile, “What is it?”

“Call me when you get home,” he requests, “Just so I know you’re safe and okay. We don’t have to talk for a while, I just want to know so I can sleep.”

“I will,” you promise. 

“Let me walk you out,” he says, letting go of Topper and glaring at him, “Don’t—”

“I’ve got him,” Bryn sighs from behind the bar, earning all of your attention. 

Rafe gives her a grateful smile, “Thanks.”

You take his hand, a very big part of you grateful that he wants to walk you to your car. You hold your breath as he leads you through the crowd and over to the doors, your eyes frantically searching the sea of people for one in particular. 

Rafe holds the door open and lets you walk through first, not releasing your hand as both of you maneuver out. You let out a breath of relief when there’s not a man leaning against your car, waiting on you. 

“You sick of me?” he teases, stealing a glance over at you. 

“Rafe, no,” you protest, “Not at all. I just feel really weird, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Physically or mentally?”

Your grip tightens around his hand at the same moment you look over at him, dying to tell him how much you appreciate that question. He’s making an effort to understand, and for that, you’re thankful. 

“Mentally,” you admit, “I’m probably just tired.”

He brings your tangled hands up to his lips then, leaving a kiss on the outside of your palm. 

“Get some rest and call me in the morning, okay?” 

You nod, stopping in front of your car, “And tonight?”

He shrugs shyly, “I’m greedy, what can I say?”

Your smile blossoms immediately and without force, and before you know it, you’re tugging on his tee shirt to pull him down to you. 

“I’ll call,” you swear, brushing your lips against his. 

“I’d appreciate that,” he whispers, smirking just before he kisses you. 

You smile into the kiss, and after another minute, you pull back. 

“Goodnight,” you say. 

“Goodnight, baby.”

He takes one step back, then two, and stops. He grins shyly as he watches you get into your car and waves as you pull away. Some part of you doesn’t want to leave him, especially as you watch him fade in your rear view, but you feel too weird to be around him tonight. Chalking it up to exhaustion, you make a plan to pick up food on your way home and eat, then crash and sleep until you wake up in the morning. 

     Surprisingly, the line at McDonald's was long. You’d sat and waited for almost twenty minutes before driving out of the parking lot with a bag of greasy goodness, swallowing down a few fries on the way home. You’re sure Rafe is home by now, anxiously waiting for you to dial him up and tell him you’re home safe.  

You climb the stairs and hurry down the hall, already pulling Rafe’s contact up. You’re practically dying to hear his voice, to picture him laying in his bed, shirtless, with a smile on his face as he says goodnight and wishes you were in his bed. The thought makes you smile as you turn your key in the lock and push open the door. 

You don’t immediately register your living room light being on, although you never leave the house without shutting off all the lights. You turn to lock the door behind you and make your way through the entryway, too busy juggling keys, food, and phone to notice him. 

“He lets you eat that shit?”

Your heart sinks to your feet as you register the slight rasp. You turn your head and meet his eyes, finding no mercy, no grace, no warmth in them at all. Losing control, your phone and food bag tumble out onto the floor, but the sound isn’t registered with you. 

“What—” you stutter, shaking your head in disbelief, “What are you— How did you get in?”

Campbell smirks and stands from his seat on the couch, “It’s like you’ve forgotten what I used to tell you. That food will make you fat, Y/N.”

“How did you get in here, Campbell?” you repeat, backing away from him. 

“Your super gave me your key,” he shrugs, “I told him I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary. You remembered, didn’t you?”

You shake your head slightly, unable to swallow even though your throat is crying out with how dry it is. 

“We don’t have an anniversary,” you mumble weakly, “We’re broken up.”

He chuckles sarcastically, “You certainly think that, don’t you? I saw you kiss him in the parking lot before he let you leave alone.”

“He’s not a babysitter,” you snap bravely, recoiling immediately when he takes another step forward. 

“He’s not?” Campbell quips, “What is he, then? A chauffeur? A sugar daddy? A quick fuck? Tell me what he is to you, Y/N. Say it.”

With another step, your back hits the wall. With even-timed paces and a jaw wound tightly, Campbell boxes you in, watching as you struggle to get a full breath in. You swear you can hear your heart pounding in your chest, silently begging him not to hurt you. 

When you don’t respond to his demand, he slams his palm against the wall beside your head. You wince and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to make yourself as small as possible so that maybe, just maybe, you’ll fall through the floor. 

“I asked you a fucking question,” he hisses, “Tell me what he is to you.”

“Boyfriend,” you blurt, popping your eyes back open, “He’s my boyfriend.”

He purses his lips and nods slowly, letting his eyes wander around you. You squirm, desperate to figure out a way to get away from him, to run and hide or dial 911. 

“You won’t last with a guy like that,” he mutters, “He’s too nice for you. You’ll get bored of the golden retriever game quickly, I promise you that.”

“Why do you care?” you ask, your voice still sounding weak and fragile. 

“Excuse me?”

“I mean,” you sigh, “It’s not like you were faithful to me when we were together. You treated me like shit, like a whore—”

Campbell’s motion is sudden. So sudden, in fact, that the gasp you try to let out in response gets stuck in the constriction of your throat. His palm meets your throat and squeezes; his eyes dark and hateful.

“You are a whore,” he growls, “And you fucking love being treated like one. Are you enjoying your vanilla sex with the inexperienced frat boy?”

You claw at his chest, anger finally blooming inside of you. You push and shove, trying to get him off of you, when he lifts you up off the ground and slams your head back against the wall. You continue scratching him, and when your leg comes up to kick him, his grip around your throat loosens. 

“The sex isn’t vanilla,” you spit, just to piss him off, “And he’s far from inexperienced.”

“Is that right?” Campbell asks, his jaw ticking as he debates squeezing again. 

“Oh, yeah,” you continue, “You know what else? He goes down on me every chance he gets. Says he’s trying to make up for all the times I faked it with you.”

You know it’s a risk. You know it’s probably a bad move. But a part of you thinks that if he’s going to stand here and do this, you should be able to say your piece, too. He laughs incredulously, and when his hands grip your throat tightly again, you aren’t surprised. You struggle as you did before, doing your best to break free while trying to revel in the pissed off expression he holds. 

“You think you faked it with me, sweetheart?” he asks, “Is that what you told him to make him feel better? Trust me, you didn’t fake shit. Want me to prove it?”

Just as his free hand grabs your belt buckle, intent on removing it, a loud knock sounds on your front door. Campbell immediately covers your mouth with his hand, letting you breathe through your nose for the time being as he keeps you quiet. 

“Y/N? Baby?”

You squeeze your eyes closed as tears well up in your eyes. Rafe’s voice calms you even in this position, where Campbell’s hand presses even harder into your face to prevent you from calling out to him. 

“God, he’s incessant,” Campbell mutters, “What the fuck do you see in him?”

You ball up your fist at your side, but before you can move, you hear the key twist in the lock. Your eyes widen slightly just as Campbell’s do, realizing Rafe still has that spare key. You hear Rafe step inside and close the door behind him, and when he sees the McDonald’s bag on the floor beside your phone, he calls out again. 

“Y/N!”

Your knee meets Campbell’s groin right then, and when he hunches over in pain, his hand falls from your mouth. He stumbles back just enough that you get out from behind him, remaining cautious of his movements as you do so. 

“Rafe,” you call out, looking up to find him in the center of the living room. 

His eyes take in the scene in front of him only briefly before grabs ahold of you and places you behind him, both of you watching as Campbell straightens himself out.

“Son of a bitch,” Cambell grunts. 

Rafe feels you tense in his grip at the sound of Campbell’s voice, and instinctively, he pulls you closer to him by your shirt. 

“Tell me you didn’t just have your hand around her throat,” Rafe says calmly, his voice deep, “Tell me you weren’t trying to fucking kill her. Again.”

At the sound of Campbell’s sarcastic laugh, Rafe’s eyes narrow, and an expression you’ve never seen on him crosses his face. 

“So what if I was?” Campbell shrugs, “It’s not like you—”

Before you can even process it, Rafe’s across the room, slamming Campbell into the wall and placing his own hand around his neck. Judging by the shocked expression on Campbell’s face, you know he hadn’t expected that to happen. Your eyes bulge as Rafe’s grip tightens, and Campbell wheezes as he struggles for breath. 

“Rafe—” you start, stepping forward, but his voice stops you. 

“How does that fucking feel?” Rafe asks, raising his voice, “Is this fun for you? No? You get off from this, you arrogant piece of shit?”

“Rafe!” you repeat, setting your hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him, make him stop, “Rafe, listen—”

“How could you do this to her?” Rafe questions him, his voice cracking slightly, “How could you put your hand around her little throat and squeeze? How could you watch her cry, or leave marks on her neck and just be okay with that?”

“Rafe,” you try again, your voice softer now, “Hey. I’m okay. Please let go.”

“I should kill you,” Rafe growls, watching Campbell’s eyes grow even wider as he becomes desperate for breath,  I should watch you choke and gasp and fucking beg to live.”

You gasp at the same moment Campbell does, but for different reasons. Campbell continues to claw at Rafe’s hands, doing his best to try and get him off but not having even a slim chance. 

The sound of Campbell’s attempts at inhalation fills the room, and for a long moment, it’s all you hear. You can feel your brain trying to figure out what to do, and even in the haze of the events of the night, you still know you trust Rafe to handle it. 

“But, I won’t,” Rafe mutters, releasing his grip only slightly, “Because I’m not like you. But I swear to God, if you ever touch my girlfriend again, I will fucking kill you. And I won’t think twice about it, either. Clear?”

Campbell smirks, “Clear.”

His voice comes out harsh, rough, like it’s obvious he’s struggled for breath. After another few seconds, Rafe releases him completely, knocking him into the wall as he lets go. 

Campbell coughs violently and repeatedly, hunching over as he fights to catch his breath. Rafe’s chest heaves with anger as he breathes in and out, not allowing his eyes to leave Campbell even once.

After a few seconds, Campbell stands straight and ceases coughing; instead, opting to smirk. With a quiet chuckle, he speaks. 

“Oh, so the dog can do tricks, huh, Y/N? If you tell him to sit, does he do it?”

Rafe’s fist meets Campbell’s face without another word. You gasp, your left hand covering your mouth as you watch Rafe grab the back of Campbell’s blazer and drag him toward the front door. 

“Don’t give me a reason, man,” Rafe says lowly, “I’ll take anything I can get if it means I get to beat the shit out of you.”

Campbell’s bloody nose prevents him from speaking; his hand over his mouth muffling any words that he may say. Rafe opens the front door and shoves him out, watching as he hits the cement wall on the other side of the hallway. 

“You want her so fucking bad?” Campbell grunts, “Take her. Her pussy’s not worth this.”

You shut your eyes at that, still rooted on the hardwood where you stand. You try not to think about how he’d reached for your belt buckle, and how you could be in a very different situation now if it weren’t for Rafe. 

You hear him chuckle, “Yeah, it is.”

The door closes and locks, and just as Rafe hurries around the corner where you can see him, you crack. He watches as your lip quivers and little whimpers start to escape you as you process what had just happened; how you’d felt that something was off and you should’ve gone home with Rafe. 

His face falls as he hurries across the room, wasting no time getting over to you. Just as a sob escapes your lips, he engulfs you in a hug, wrapping you up tight. You tuck your chin right into his chest, inhaling his scent and letting it calm you down, as it does. 

“You’re okay,” he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion, “You didn’t call. You didn’t call, baby.”

You know he’s trying to tell you why he came; that he wasn’t trying to be pushy or clingy, but that he knew. He felt your danger the same way you’d felt it all night, and for that, you only squeeze him tighter. His cotton shirt dries up your tears as he holds you, content on doing it all night if that’s what you need.

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[valiantstarlights]

The Endless siblings' (and Hob's) DND characters

Disclaimer: I only used stuff from the PHB (5E) to make things easier for everyone, including myself.

Destiny

Race: Half-Orc

Class: Monk (Way of the Open Hand)

Background: Acolyte

Wanted to be a monk so he can reason that his entire body is a weapon and therefore can't be allowed in fancy gatherings.

Wants to have a low INT character because he's tired of knowing everything IRL.

Likes stealing things and gets away with it thanks to his high DEX score.

Carries Death and Delirium's characters on his shoulders when the party has to flee. (Destruction can fend for himself.)

Death

Race: Rock Gnome

Class: Cleric (Life Domain)

Background: Sailor

Nobody dies on her watch. Don't fight her on this. She will win.

Helps everyone, even villains.

Loves shopping episodes.

Dream and Hob's characters' #1 shipper.

Dream

Race: High Elf (or Drow--check with the DM first)

Class: Bard (College of Lore)

Background: Noble

His character is literally the antithesis of what a bard is usually portrayed as.

Wears only black, grey, or white clothes and loves to play melancholic music. Flirting? He doesn't know her. (Desire once called him a College of Eral bard because he took the fun out of funeral.)

Wanted to have a sad ending for his character in the beginning but changed his mind after Hob made him feel so loved that he chose to live happily with him instead. (in-game and in real life.)

The looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll. Donates 10% of his earnings to schools and orphanages and thus is well-loved by good NPCs of the realm.

Destruction

Race: Mountain Dwarf

Class: Barbarian (Path of the Berserker)

Background: Outlander

Tries his best not to be a murderhobo.

Sings Misty Mountains every short/long rest. He's actually more of a traditional bard than Dream is, and he's also proficient in a musical instrument thanks to his background.

Likes drawing (stick figure) fanart of the party.

Describes his character as having the most magnificent beard.

Desire

Race: Tiefling

Class: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)

Background: Charlatan

Tried to seduce Hob's character once and it almost resulted in a PVP with Dream.

Calls the big bad 'mommy/daddy.'

Successfully fucked a genasi who was the big bad's right hand and in doing so saves the day.

They ended up married to him and they have adorable little tiefling-genasi children together.

Despair

Race: Green Dragonborn

Class: Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)

Background: Urchin

Amazing at roleplaying.

Likes having the tallest character.

The party's leader via unanimous decision.

Likes to haggle during shopping episodes.

(Note: The twins' characters are siblings. They have literally planned their characters to both have wings that matched the other's race.

Desire's tiefling will have dragon wings at level 14. Despair's dragonborn will have wings at level 20 and she's gonna describe them as bat-like and demonic in appearance.)

Delirium

Race: Lightfoot Halfling

Class: Druid (Circle of the Moon)

Background: Hermit

Just wants to turn into all the animals and talk to plants!

Druidcrafts flower crowns every day for everyone (Dream and Hob get matching ones)

Likes to be the party's weather forecaster.

Hoards all the dice.

Hob

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Rogue (Assassin)

Background: Soldier

Here to romance Dream's character. That's pretty much it.

Will do anything for Dream, including giving him all his gold. Literally the simpiest simp to ever walk the earth.

During character creation, when Dream says he's gonna be an elf, Hob immediately called dibs on being a half-elf. (They gotta be anatomically compatible, okay? For reasons.)

The sunshine of the party along with Delirium. That is, until Dream gets hurt. And then no one is safe from his wrath. He's the looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you. Do not fuck with him (or Dream). He has the power of god and anime on his side.

[mackspaws]

prob gonna organize my posts with tags so things will be easier to find, ima call this one #macks talks because why not, but I need to rant about aiden. i said id use this app more so im gonna

thinking about this old trailer thing makes me sob so hard every single time i remember it. "My Mia. I left her." YOU DID NOTTTTTTTTTTT YOU WERE FIVE

aiden and his savior complex and how he blames HIMSELF when he was quite literally just a little kid. 5 years old. DO YOU KNOW HOW SMALL A 5 YEAR OLD IS??? AND WALTZ PUT SO MUCH ON HIS SHOULDERS WITH MIA. I could rant about Waltz too, geninunely I love him as a character but holy shit it's super fucked up when you think about sure, he cared for Aiden, but he used a kid to save his own, and not just Aiden, SEVERAL kids. he was so obsessed with curing Mia bro fr experimented on literal children to cure her and only to an extent the world, because to him Mia IS his world. Waltz was a father but he wasnt a good one. His love for Mia only ended up hurting not only her and Aiden, but HIMSELF as well. They are such a fucked up little found family and god I love them so much, their dynamic is heartbreaking in the best ways.

just realized this started off as a regular Aiden rant and then delved into all three of them LMFAO WHOOPS but not uncommon for me in the slightest. i have so many thoughts and headcanons because we got way too little of them considering how important both Waltz and Mia are to Aiden's character. Plus you'd think the literal antagonist would have more than 35 minutes of cut scenes but lol guess not. Desperately I need more of them, I know it's highly unlikely for dlc2 considering that part of Aiden's life is pretty much over. So I will make it MYSELF

I have need to draw both of my Mia aus and rant about them too. One of them is a wholesome she lives au, and her and Aiden are happy bc they deserve to be. And another is a very much NOT wholesome au where she's a villain, very much inspired by jinx arcane though in the way she acts rather than backstory fjjgjg. I'm basically stealing her and making her my oc bc she deserves so much better, I hate how we get so little of her, I will forever be salty she quite literally just exists for Aiden's character and DIES in the end. Like I'm fine with her dying because that ending hurt me so bad and I loved how broken it made me but?? the fact that they barely even gave her a personality. we know so little about her and she's supposed to be the protagonist's only reason to keep going. so yeah she deserves better.

at the same time tho, I don't think I'd change what we got. I absolutely adore being able to piece together the story ourselves because the way its told is lowkey confusing and there are things they don't exactly do a good job at explaining, but even with how messy the story can be I LOVE it because what they have is MY SHIT!!! I LOVE A DEPRESSED COCKY PROTAGONIST WITH TRAUMA. I LOVE A FOUND FAMILY. I LOVE THE ANGST. and i LOVE being able to take these characters and add onto them and give them more love because they deserve it.

anyway rant over i think. thanks for reading the word vomit if you did lmfao, literally was just a bit of a barely understandable rant fhhgjg

[toxic-potions-productions]

The sun, the moon, & the eclipse (Demon slayer fanmade cover/redraw) (Moonlit reuinions arc)

So, I saw the total eclipse today, & I wanted to draw something to celebrate the occasion

Not only that, but I want an excuse to do more moonlit reunions arc stuff, since that folder has been pretty dry lately due to only having one thing in it

Thank god I was smart enough to save the title card for this arc I made, it makes it so much easier for me qwp

Fun fact: My original idea for Zakiko was to have her old pink kimono robe blow open & reveal her uniform to symbolize where she started to where she is now, but it took me now to realize I picked way too bright of a color for that thing, so expect the color of it to be different next time you see Sengoku Zakiko =w='

FTR, this is technically a redraw of the introduction to the manga chapter 163 overflowing heart, but isn't at the same time. I took inspiration from it, but I'm just gonna give credit now here & in the title since I don't always wanna do redraws

So, it's got redraw in the title but it's inspired from it & not an official redraw. I'm probably just talking out of my ass, but whatever

Yes, I'm aware I didn't add Yoriichi & Michi's red highlights like I always do, I actually wanted to try something different. & I think it actually looks better! So, I might just do that from now on, since I'm just lazy Anyways, let me know if I should redraw Kotoha & Inosuke's part of this intro panel, & who you think I should redraw it with

Happy eclipse viewing! Stay safe <3 ----------------------------------------------------------

Zakiko Shibata by: Me

Yoriichi & Michikatsu Tsugikuni from: Demon slayer

Demon slayer by: Koyoharu Gotouge

Do not steal, trace or copy.

[nichuuu]

Any tips on writing? Planning on giving it a try

When it comes to starting your writing journey, it's important to find your own voice. What's the overall aim of the story? How am I gonna get my ideas across in a unique way? These are some questions you can ask yourself.

When I saw "unique", I don't mean that you have to actively go out of your way to make your stories different. What I mean is--find a style of writing that suits you, a style that allows you to convey your character's thoughts and emotions comfortably. Feel free to gain some inspiration form other writers.

For complexity and poetic prose, I'd recommend reading @capslocked's fics. He's a god at poetic-ahhh smuts. I can only aspire to be like him. Departure is a must-read.

For simplistic and straight to the point writing, I recommend reading some of @writerpeach's fics. Love how straight the point he can be while incorporating vivid descriptions to enhance the overall feel. The first smut I ever read was from him.

And of course, make your sentences coherent. One trap that I myself fell into was using these long windy sentences. They're really tiring to read sometimes, and it can make someone feel breathless afterwards.

For instance: I walked over and place the hat on her head before gingerly removing my scarf and wrapping it around her neck and then I pulled my jacket around her.

Pretty tiring to read right? Now on the flipside:

I walked over to her and placed the hat on her head. Then gingerly, I removed my scarf and wrapped it around her neck before pulling my jacket around her.

Much easier, and much more pleasant to read. To be honest, these types of things are a personal preference. This is just my two cents on the matter. If you know how to capture a reader's attention with these types of sentences, go right ahead. If not, do your best to stay away from it.

Another thing that I found useful was varying your dialogue structure. I used to write in such a way that I'd get a full paragraph worth of "xxxx," he said. Learning to mix things up makes it easier on your readers and on yourself while you edit.

Don't be in a rush to get your story published. Sometimes, taking it slow is the way to go. Take your time to edit, read, re-read, maybe re-write the whole fucking plot, and then get it published. Being in a hurry will affect your quality of writing, so be sure to be patient with yourself as you write. If you want to, you can get someone to help you read through your first draft, then you can get some feedback and improve.

As for smuts... I'll quote caps on this one.

"Don't be afraid. Copy shamelessly and something something something..." (this is all I remembered I'm sorry)

Feel free to draw ideas and inspirations from other smuts, just don't copy them wholesale. Being descriptive in smut writing is one thing, but you also have to focus on the emotional, physical and psychological aspects, making it pretty draining to write a smut. My advice is to get the first draft out, get rid of the horny and fatigue, then go back an edit. It works wonders.

This is my take. Be sure to gain the opinions of other writers as well! The more advice the merrier.

Wow! This was long.... But thanks for the ask! Have an Eunbi:

[lampmanliveblogs]

Thank God! Literally!

And while we’re at it, how about you banish that evil spirit from Raine’s body while you’re at it, Collector? I know you usually call a priest for exorcisms, but if you’ve already got a god on hand… might as well cut out the middleman.

Wow! Philip’s really out here, pulling the old ”the power of love and friendship” card, huh? I love how he hesitates, which is probably because he’s panicking, but I like to think it’s because he’s trying to figure out what Luz or another similar hero would say. Or maybe he just thinks Raine would actually talk this way.

Heck, it even sounds like the background music gets thrown for a loop when Philip says ”kindness,” like even the score can’t believe that’s the lie he resorted to.

Also, this ”danger” to The Collector he speaks of? I’m gonna go ahead and guess it’s something like ”Your best friend King is actually plotting to destroy you/imprison you again!” or something like that.

And as much as it pains me to say the phrase ”to be fair” when it comes to Philip, an actual witch hunter, tyrant, and serial killer, but… to be fair; Lilith did say that they would find some way to defeat The Collector, and King was in on it. So yeah.

We cut back Hexside, where Kikimora has thrown (some of) our heroes into the detention pit, and confirms that she intends to build her own empire, with the help of Boscha. Luz calls her out on doing pretty much the same thing Belos was doing, because Kiki is like me: a talentless hack with no original ideas.

Anyway, not Camila calling Kikimora a ”little red kitten” skull emoji. I’d’ve sooner compared her to a gnome, or I dunno… some kind of small, hairless mammal, like a naked mole rat or something.

Actually, speaking of gnomes, did you know that Kikimora actually gets her name from Slavic mythology? O-oh, you did? Everyone knows that? okay…

(hm… a detention pit… so that’s kinda like a pit where you put failures… like the pit at the bottom of the skull where Philip discarded the grimwalkers… there’s even a bunch of skeletons left in the detention pit! wow, Luz is right, Kiki really is just copying Belos, huh?)

It’s good to see that when all else fails, Camila does not hesitate to resort to that ever classic human strategy of ”throw stick” to incapacitate her enemies.

It’s even gooder to see Kikimora get decked in the face with a baseball bat.

I do appreciate the detail of Camila trying to draw an ice glyph, only to fail miserably, because of course she would. Let’s forget the fact that all her training took place in the Human Realm, where there was no magic and thus she couldn’t get a feel for how the glyphs actually work (it’s easier to learn things when you can see the results, after all), this is a high-stress situation, of course she’s not gonna get it right right away. Still, Mrs. Noceda is a tough lady, she’s ready to throw hands… or bats.

I vaguely recall making a joke about Amity and Boscha dating a good while back. That was just meant as a brief throw-away gag,  but ah… here we have Boscha, on her knees, begging for Amity to come back. Accidental prophecy! Which is the worst, but also the funniest kind of prophecy.

[drawingpad-studios]

This shall be the last batch of character concept art for As Thin As Paper.

9. Dusekkar (The Deceiving God)

"come, I know a way out of here"

(Immortal form has limbs that stretch)

(didn't do the line art of his Immortal form because of two reasons: 1)since the world is filled with paper people, it would make sense that immortal forms of gods would be abstract and sketchy and 2) I was worried his immortal form might look too much like a certain folklore creature that[to my understanding] your not supposed to say the name of, and if it did I would need to adjust some things making that easier with it staying as a sketch.)

10. Rozanda(The Queen Pin)

"Off with their head"

(Her cannon nickname just fit so well with this)

11. Protagonist(Game Hopper) (and technically + 1x1x1x1[Take over])

(1x is most likely to be like a final boss character, where if you lose against him. He shall take Protagonist's appearance fully and take their place in the restored versions)

11.Antagon (Lost Child)

"W-Where's mama?"

(newer version of the concept art I did for Antagmom, and will most likely be used instead of the old concept art. Added a bit of flavor of being like Onion Cookie from Cookie Run, where when he cries he cries Kerosene which fuels the fire that makes him cry)

12. Lanter (Chained Sage)

"The others are like animals, they don't know what they're doing"

(there's probably gonna be another concept art of Lantern that's gonna be used for when I make his official design, but only because a friend of mine wanted to draw some concept art for this and she chose Lanter. If I do get permission to use the concept art she made, y'all probably see it when I post the official designs. Just made this concept art to list him)

13.Random Incounter NPCs

I'm so excited to get this fangame set up and ready for y'all to play. And I hope to gain y'all's support on this project. And I don't mean financial support. Sure I might make a small kickstarter and/or have the game with a small price on steam, but that's a small chance.

If y'all are interested in an idea of how the game progresses is gonna go, I made a little roadmap for the game.

RN I'm still in Stage 1(obviously, I just started)

Now this is just basics and things might change here or there, but basically this is like a skeleton. Just a pile of bones. But still gives off a good idea of how the game will be made.

Also with this being my first ever game I ever made, it will take some time to learn what I need to do to make the Fangame.

Thank you for reading and I hope you stay tuned into the project throughout the progress

-Drawing Pad

[mehoymalloy]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @foibles-fables, thanks!! I'll tag @melikochan and @wykart, though as always, no pressure :)

Here's another excerpt from an Imogen/Otohan smut piece I've had in the works for like a month now, picking up exactly there this excerpt cuts off.

'Does that make this easier for you—If I'm not?'

'This?'

Fingertips suddenly brush against the small of her back, pushed haltingly upward, and Imogen arches against the touch, consequently giving Otohan all the more room. Their fingers skirt along her spine, feeling their way as they gather up Imogen's loose hair. As soon as her neck is bared, Otohan's nose bumps against a knob of her spine as they lean forward to press their lips firmly against her neck.

'This,' Otohan says, and Imogen swears she can feel their breath against her skin—can't tell what's said through the bond and what's spoken aloud across the world.

Imogen knows she feels it as her hair unfurls across the rock above her head, moved by an invisible hand that then slowly trails back down. Otohan tucks their bicep beneath Imogen's neck, bending their elbow to rest their forearm against the ground, cushioning her head. Imogen shouldn't sigh at the ease in pressure, but she does.

'What exactly do you think is gonna happen here?' Imogen asks, with far less bite than she'd like, her usual disdain diminished by exhaustion.

Otohan hums contemplatively, and the sound rings through Imogen's mind the same way a headache blooms in her skull. 'You could push me away…' Otohan abruptly squeezes her hip, and Imogen tries not to jump as they tug her back ever so slightly. 'Fall back asleep…' Fingers curl to stroke along the soft skin of her lower stomach. Then, Otohan's lips curl into the smallest smirk against her neck, and Imogen tenses preemptively, anticipating it when fingertips barely, briefly push beneath the waistband of her shorts. 'Whatever you want.'

There's a subtle rush of cold along the bond, thoughts and sensations that Otohan may or may not purposely impart. Memories of Imogen underneath them, clinging to their shoulders as she came again and again with Otohan's name on her lips. Imogen takes a deep breath through her nose as she glowers at the wall. It is abundantly clear what Otohan means by 'whatever you want.' It's almost funny, that the person who fucked her while comparing their every action to her personal fantasies can't even directly proposition her—as if they draw the line at such a thing. The explicit desire Otohan had had, to fuck Imogen hard and slow until she screamed, was perfectly fine and acceptable, but gods forbid they say it out loud now. Imogen can't tell if it's because of Otohan's own embarrassment or some warped sense of decorum.

Fortunately, Imogen has no such qualms. She recalls how it had ended: Otohan grinding against their own hand and whining Imogen's name into her hair, trembling in her arms as they came when all Imogen had done was touch their cheek and kiss their jaw. And afterwards, when they had woken up and desperately ridden their own fingers to another climax. Imogen sees this all, remembers it fondly, even, then cruelly shoves it across the bond. Otohan abruptly tenses, hissing against Imogen's skin as they dig their fingers hard into her hip.

'If I remember right, I'm not the only one who got fucked last time,' she drawls. Ice crackles along the tether between them as Otohan silently seethes, though, for some bizarre reason, they make no further effort to lash out. Imogen smirks softly to herself as she settles, forcing herself to project a false sense of ease. 'I reckon I'd like to go back to sleep now.'