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still super tired, but maybe Suna can save me with his endless blackmail of the Miya twins.
(time lapse below)
(watch me struggle endlessly with drawing a hand holding phone)
Had a migraine the past two days but finally got to draw again. Didn't wanna do anything I would be too high pressure about so I did a little self-portrait. So enjoy the very tired, very sore and kinda messy Jay sketch I guess.
Meet my oc Xoriyo (pronounced Hoh-ree-yoh) also known as Tek! Gonna start archiving little intro pieces for the characters from my stories so enjoy getting to meet the little guys that rattle around in my brain all day lol
her name is Xoriyo but she also goes by Tek, she uses she/her pronouns, she is dating Bo (who I have drawn before but will draw again), she is an engineer and 34 years old and she is tired lol
I blame @artisticxlly for everything (based on this post here)
full images of Suna and Samu below.
this idea has refused to leave my head for like the past week so really this was just for me to try an exorcize it. Anyway, I imagine Sakusa has very crackly joints and when he stretches in the morning its very loud lol. Atsumu finds it amusing though.
Early days Tek before she lost her hearing in The Incident.
having a rough day so its time for oc's
enjoy~
Nugget :> @asavt @littletealseal @nesscasiscute
This is the Nugget of Friendship.
It is not given lightly. Yet I give it to you.
Yes. I mean YOU.
Now shoo.
Pass on the Nugget of Friendship.
i was going to post something else but forgot so uuh eel slap?
Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT ONE- Paranoia...?
You sat up in bed, cringing as the sunlight flashed your eyes. You checked the clock, 'Ten? Early rising I guess.' Yes, ten was early on your days off, or any other day in fact. You rolled out of bed and put on your favorite black tee shirt. The print on it was the grim reaper riding a cat. You slipped on a gray sweatshirt over it and decided to wear some gray sweatpants. The sweatpants got caught under your shoes every once in a while, so you wore them as pajamas since you didn't see yourself growing anytime soon. You took a peak at your phone, only to see no missed calls, no messages, and no voicemails. You weren't the most sociable of people, so that didn't bother you very much. You creaked open the door and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. You started to make breakfast when you heard something fall. You didn't want to burn your eggs, so you brushed it off as your ears just playing tricks on you.
Sitting down to eat, you couldn't help but get a gut feeling that something, or someone, was watching you. You looked around to see no one. "It's just your head being all wonky from just waking up, Y/N. Don't be dumb," you mummbled as you dug into your eggs. Unlike your dad, you actually put butter and salt in the pan while cooking eggs, so the eggs had more flavor.
Placing the plate in the sink, so turned on the faucet to drown out the alarm signs in your head. "Maybe I should investigate or something." You turned off the faucet and walked into the guest bedroom that you had made into an office since you knew you weren't going to have guests anytime soon. You slowly pushed the door open to see nothing out of the ordinary. Well, except for the dollar store vase you had bought a while back, now shattered on the soft carpet floor. You didn't really care as much as you thought you would, since you didn't really LIKE the vase anyway. You got out of the vaccume, along with some gloves to pick up the bigger shards of glass. As you started picking up the glass, someone moved out of the corner of your eye. You jerked your head up and looked around, then sighed. You smacked the side of your head a few times. 'That's it, I'm getting a mouse trap.'
Once you finished cleaning up the mess, you sat at your desk. It wasn't the best of the best, but as long as you could work, you were content. You decided on a live mouse trap so you could release the critters after you caught them. You only got one, since they were like $20 a piece. You sat back and sighed, again. You were starting to get paranoid with all this 'mice' stuff. Sure, you liked small rodents, and would break down seeing one die. You didn't want one in your walls, though. 'How would they eat? Or drink?' You drowned out your thoughts with Cavetown music. That always helps, right? Music for brain earplugs, whatever that means. You giggled to yourself as you sat on your sofa. But of course, right when you sit down, your phone rings. You groan and look at the screen.
...Jessica?
Your best friend of ten years. You do almost everything together. 'Isn't Sunday the busiest day of the week for the company? The company she works for is always the most crowded on Sundays because a lot more people are off on this day, including you. You picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Oh my goodness, she's alive!" Jessica shouted, you could practically see her pumping her fist up into the air.
You sigh, loud enough for her to hear, "Yes, I'm alive. What do you need, Jessie?"
"Wow, doesn't sound like it!" She laughed, then continued, "Just checking in on you. Making sure your alive and all that."
"Yeah, don't worry about little 'ol me, Jessie. I'm not goin' anywhere." You pulled out the 'lazy' accent you use.
"Alright, that's all I wanted to say! Bye Y/N, love you! 'Blows kiss.'"
"Did you just say 'blows kiss' out loud?"
"Nooooo?"
You sighed, you tend to do that a lot, but laughed afterward, "Love you to, Jessie."
You hung up, switching back to Cavetown blasting into your ears. God, you can't wait until that mousetrap gets here.
(POV Change)- Brother's POV-
1-s woke up to something extremely bright shining into his eyesockets. It wasn't the beams of the lab either. He looked around. Everything was so BIG! He clutched tighter to his brother's ribcage, then started to shiver. Where were they? Most importantly, were they OUTSIDE? This felt like outside, but... not the right kind of outside.
His brother woke up a few minutes after he did. His brother was just as suprised as 1-s.
Brother's voice snapped him out of his trance, "BROTHER, WHERE ARE WE?"
"i don't know bro... i don't know."
"DO YOU THINK... THIS IS OUTSIDE?" Suddenly, Brother stood up and walked around the object they woke up on. "WHAT IS THIS?!" He pointed to a big, glass object next to where they woke up.
1-s walked around it a few times, tapping it lightly, "i'm, uh, not really sure bro. maybe it's a test thing." He retracted his hand from the object, "this might be a test, hold on." He slowly pushed it off of the tall place, letting it fall on the soft stuff on the ground. Bespite it being soft, the object shattered, causing the Brothers to cover their non exsistent ears. 1-s huffed a little bit, then sat down, placing his hands on his legs. His Brother followed him, doing the same thing.
"DO YOU THINK WE PASSED THE TEST?"
"maybe? god, nothing seems right in this place." 1-s looked around once more, then stared at his hands. "i don't like this place, it's too confusing." Brother nodded, seeming to agree.
"DO YOU SMELL THAT, BROTHER?"
He did, it smelt... good, really good." 1-s searched the place for the smell, but it came from a diffent room. "can we leave? for all we know it could be another test."
"MAYBE? I'M... NOT SURE. 'sigh' I'M GOING TO LEAVE."
2-p walked over to the windowsill and grabbed onto the curtain. "UH... HOW DO WE GET DOWN?" 2-p looked over at 1-s, hoping to get an answer.
"uhhh, grab onto it and slide down? hang on." 1-s grabbed onto the curtain and jumped off of the platform, sliding down from it. He landed on the soft floor and brushed himself off.
"WOW! LET ME TRY!" 2-p copied 1-s, succeeding. "OH WOW! THIS FLOOR IS REALLY SOFT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?!"
"not... exactly sure what it is bro."
While they were admiring the soft padding they landed on, they heard the door creak open. Both of the Brothers halted until 1-s whispered, "hide!" 1-s grabbed his Brother by the collar of his gown and hid behind the curtain. Not very creative, but it was the closest thing near them. Someone walked in and stared at the now broken object. They didn't really move at all for about 2 whole minutes. Although it was only two minutes, it felt like a century. Eventually, they left, but came back with a few things. They put a string in the wall and the machine whirred to life. That startled 1-s, badly. He was now shaking violently, as was his Brother. The machine wasn't on for long, but the sound reminded him of... you know what lets NOT think about that right now. They ended up picking up the bigger pieces up by hand. Was this part of the test? Who even IS that person? While they had their back turned, they ended up running across the room, catching the attention of the person they were running from. They jerked their head up, causing both of the brothers to tense up. They REALLY didn't really wanna be seen by them. They were just so... so... BIG! Bigger than other people they've seen. Not that there were really a lot of people they've met. They've really only seen Him, but he doesn't really count to them.
Once they left, the Brothers sagged their shoulders, letting out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "god, who WAS that? why were they so... so..."
"BIG?"
"yea..."
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The silence kept growing. That tended to happen everywhere they went, didn't it? 1-s sighed and slid his hand across the soft ground.
"SHOULD WE FIND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP?"
"yea, sleep sounds good right now." Sure, it was the middle of the day, but THEY didn't know that, did they?
Let me know what you guys think! ACT TWO should be out soon. Enjoy ACT ONE of the story that has not been titled yet! :)
Brynhorn Fiske, refugee, marauder, scout.
Art by the amazing @the-leyline-directory !!
Meet Brynhorn (Bryn) Fiske, an Ala Mhigo refugee who fled his home at 15 to avoid conscription into the Garlean army. He joined and trained as a Marauder in Limsa Lominsa, eventually joining the Maelstrom to help fight back against the encroaching empire and hopefully, one day, free his homeland.
He was on the battlefield the day Dalamud fell from the sky, and witnessed the horror Bahamut wrought on both armies. He barely survived himself, and was arguably a changed man after that horror. He also found himself burdened with a secret, a secret that left him no choice but to leave those he considered friends and lovers, resigning from the Maelstrom, leaving the newly forming Scions, and striking out on his own, to find himself, and how to control the beast inside.
Still, he had close ties with both the Maelstrom and other grand companies, often serving as an off and on scout for them, particularly in the snowy regions between Garlemald and Eorzea. That time is what made him hate the snow, despite his effectiveness in it. At the start of ARR, he is 30 years old, has served in the Maelstrom, and was personally given his rifle and now chosen weapon by Cid Garlond.
Fun facts:
Bryn's rifle is old Allagan tech, designed to draw aether from the user to form a condensed, aether bullet to fire. It was never mass produced since it took too long to form the bullet in a fire fight, but it is more accurate that the Garlean's gunpowder and metal based projectiles, making it the perfect choice for a scout.
When Dalamud fell, Bryn found out he had a bit of a hidden...power within him. Or at least he likes to try and frame it that way in his mind. It makes it rather hard on nights with full moons for him.
Show me your Blorbos!
Hey guys. I'm sick as a dog and don't have the energy to do much rn. Please make my day brighter by sharing pics of your blorbos, whether they're ocs or from a game/show/whatever! And maybe a little bit about them & why you love them? 🥺
“enjoy the little things”
first pic
photo by @alice-apsx
Just in case you haven't seen this yet, there's a new bot on Twitter and I'm obsessed.
Gift for azelpop, for the many times you’ve slammed your leg on my desk to announce your presence. <3
Marvel Toy Opening
Black Butler
This story was posted on my AO3. I hope you enjoy it :)
"Young Master, it seems you have caught a bad case of the stomach flu." the tall butler diagnosed, standing tall in the doorway of the young heir's bathroom. Ciel coughed into the toilet, only bringing up more stomach acid.
"Don't you think I can see that?" the child groaned, wiping his mouth with the napkin handed to him by Sebastian. Ciel had woken up that morning racing towards the bathroom, barely making it in time to vomit up his dinner from the night before. He didn't know what had brought it on so suddenly though, but he assumed it was just a virus he had picked up from someone in the town they were in yesterday. So now he sat leaned against his bathtub, head pounding and stomach convulsing, feeling absolutely miserable.
The boy groaned once again as his stomach lurched and pressed a hand firmly on his midsection. He put his head on his knees as he pulled them up to his chest. Ciel whimpered quietly. He really wasn't comfortable with showing so much vulnerability in front of someone as insignificant as his butler, but right now, he was in too much pain to care.
"Would you like anything, My Lord?" Sebastian asked. Ciel mumbled something about taking him to bed, and the butler obliged. He carefully scooped up the boy into his arms and walked him over to the king sized bed. After he laid him down, he swiftly checked his temperature. He was too warm for it to be considered anywhere near normal. so he called up Meyrin to bring up some painkillers.
"Sebastian, what did I have on my schedule for today?" Ciel asked, throwing an arm over his eyes as he laid back on his bed.
"You were to be a special guest at Lady Elizabeth's ball, attend a meeting at Her Majesty's manor to fill them in on past claims, and finish the case from yesterday." Sebastian summarized. Ciel groaned. He knew he shouldn't be going anywhere in his state, but there was so much that he had to do today. Sebastian should know that his Master wouldn't be staying in bed with all that was on his plate.
"Honestly, I can't just not show up to those things. Ughhh, just please tell Her Majesty I'll be showing up a bit late, and inform Elizabeth that I won't be staying long. We'll finish the cases later." the boy strategized. Sebastian nodded in confirmation before heading out of the room to make the calls. Meyrin shows up moments later with Ciel's medication. He pops them into his mouth and immediately falls asleep.
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Sebastian swiftly placed a hand on his Master's forehead. He was beginning to get slightly worried because when he had woken the boy up to get ready for Her Majesty's meeting, he seemed extremely reluctant, and just overall out of it. He hadn't thrown up at all after taking the medication, but Ciel did tell him that his stomach was still not feeling great and that he still had a massive headache.
What worried Sebastian the most was the fact that the young heir actually fell asleep in his lap during the ride to the manor. Ciel had never shown any signs of such vulnerability or show that he was, in fact, a child.
He removed his hand when he felt that the fever showed no signs of letting up, but it hasn't increased either. He turned his head towards the window to see if they were anywhere near Her Majesty's manor. Nope. Still, about half an hour left. The butler then heard a gurgling noise. He looked down into his lap and saw Ciel's faces scrunch up in pain, and he began to subconsciously curl up on himself. Was that his stomach? Sebastian wondered. It happened again, and this caused Ciel to whimper and wrap his arms around his midsection.
"Mmm...Sebastian." the boy moaned, (not in a sexual way you pervs).
"What is it, My Lord?" the butler responded. Ciel turned to face Sebastian's stomach.
" 'm really nauseous." Sebastian sighed. He didn't know what he should do. How can you get rid of nausea in a moving carriage? He did the only thing he could think of. He moved Ciel's hands from his stomach and replaced them with his. Then he began to put slight pressure on it.
"Does that help, Young Master?" he asked. Ciel moaned in confirmation. "We'll be there soon. Would you like me to tell Her Majesty's butler that you are unable to attend?" the butler asked. Normally, he wouldn't care about this kind of thing, but it looks like Ciel was in a considerable amount of pain. It even crossed his mind that maybe a visit from a doctor should come into play in the near future.
"No, I'll be fine. Just, ugh, make sure you stay near me," he replied, groaning in pain. All he wanted to do right now is vomit, just to clear the nausea, and he wanted to go home and curl up in his bed. But, being the heir of a big company, there is no time to simply take the day off. Sebastian didn't reply, slightly frustrated about his master being so utterly stubborn. The carriage ride was quiet until they finally reached the manor.
Her Majesty's butler Ash met the pair as soon as they were at the doors of the manor. Ciel had somehow found composure and was able to stay somewhat coherent during the first half of the meeting. He had shown no signs of illness, except for the thin layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead and the constant blush on his cheeks. They were served bread rolls, as it was about lunch time, and Sebastian had urged Ciel to eat one, knowing he hadn't eaten since last night. All the boy could do was tear apart the bread, then push it aside, not eating any of it.
But, about halfway through, his nausea had come back full force, and the earl was struggling to keep down whatever was left in his stomach.
"Her Majesty would like to know your input on the recent cases you've been getting," Ash announced from the opposite end of the table, a sheet of paper in front of him, presumably the questions the Queen wanted him to ask. Ciel nodded slightly, but the action made his head pound. He felt something snake it's way up his throat, and he placed the back of his hand to his mouth and burped wetly. He could feel Sebastian's concerned stare come from behind him, but he chose to ignore it, instead sliding a hand up his shirt and rubbing the irritatable area.
"Well, I believe most of these cases have been thoroughly planned out and executed exactly as they were planned. None of these crimes were accidents." he summarized quickly, feeling that if he talked anymore, he would vomit all over the table. Ash nodded as if urging him to go on. Ciel gulped, trying to fight the next wave of nausea. It was quite obvious to anyone that he wasn't well at this point, so he was ever so grateful that Sebastian had spoken up for him and finished the young heir's thoughts. At this point, the teen tuned out what his butler was saying and focused solely on keeping his stomach where it belongs. He burped once again as his stomach bubbled under his hand.
"Furthermore, we believe-" Sebastian was cut off as he heard a rather loud retch come from His Master's mouth. Ciel had clamped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hold back the vomit, and his arm was wrapped around his middle.
"Oh dear, is he alright?" Ash asked, standing up to get a better look at what was going on. Sebastian moved next to Ciel and rubbed his back soothingly, telling him to breathe through it. The sickly boy groaned as he finally got rid of the nausea. He placed his head on the table in front of him. Sebastian slid his hand under the boy's shirt to check the temperature from his back and sighed, feeling his fever had increased dramatically.
"I'm afraid my master isn't feeling well at the moment." the butler summarized, looking warily at Ciel who was utterly close to crying. The white-haired butler cooed and made his way to Ciel. He leaned down and told him that he should go home and get some rest, and he'll just tell Her Majesty that they finished up quickly. Ciel nodded gratefully and stood up, wavering on his feet before Sebastian simply swooped him up onto his back.
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"Why didn't you tell me you felt worse, Young Master?" the butler asked the boy who was laying in his lap once again, curled in on himself. Ciel groaned, not wanting to be interrogated at the moment.
"I don't know. It just came up suddenly, and I thought I could hold it down," he answered. Sebastian sighed, something he'd been doing a lot today. The two were headed straight to Lady Elizabeth's house, thinking maybe Ciel could just stay a little for some one-on-one time with his fiance, then when the guests started arriving he could head home.
Since the heir hadn't actually vomited at the meeting, he still felt extremely nauseous and his stomach wouldn't stop grumbling to him, telling him how upset it really was. He muffled a nauseous burp for about the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Then he felt gloved hand settle on his belly and start to rub in soothing circles.
"Get some rest, Ciel," Sebastian told the boy. Ciel hummed and drifted off to sleep, slipping by the fact that his butler called him by his real name.
"Welcome, Earl Phantomhive." Paula greeted giddily after another butler opened the carriage door. She loves when Elizabeth's fiance comes over because he's always bringing that handsome butler of his along too. She also loves seeing Lady Elizabeth so happy. But when she sees Sebastian helping Ciel out of the carriage as if he was incapable of doing so, she became worried.
"Lord Phantomhive, are you alright?" she asked. The boy was leaning heavily on his walking cane and he looked a sickly shade of pale. Sebastian stood right behind him, eyeing his master warily. He nodded.
"Where's Lizzie?" he asked, looking up at the maid. Paula had to keep herself from gasping. His eyes were so glossed over and rimmed with red, presumably from fever. The flush on his cheeks was extremely prominent, and were those tears? Overall, he looked extremely ill, and he shouldn't be trying to attend this ball with Elizabeth. One reason is for her safety and his, the other reason because Lady Elizabeth can be extremely hyperactive and a bit overbearing when she's excited, and this ball will make her even more excited than usual.
"L-Lady Elizabeth is in the dining room." Ciel thanked her and made his way into the manor, the two servants following close behind. "Is he okay?" Paula asked Sebastian, losing all nervousness she usually had when in the presence of the tall butler. All her worry was zoned in on the sickly boy. Ciel was like her other master. She treats him as if she was his maid and seeing him like this worries her. She wonders why Sebastian would let his master go out in this state.
"My Lord is quite ill." the butler says shortly as they walk through the ballroom and get closer to the dining room. The two appeared just in time to hear Lady Elizabeth squealing at the sight of her fiance.
"Ciel! Why don't you visit me anymore? I thought you weren't gonna show up! You didn't even get dressed!" she rambled. Elizabeth didn't even seem to notice the sickly complexion of her fiance. Sebastian ignored her one-sided banter and focused on Ciel. The heir had a hand slid up his shirt, obviously trying to settle it somehow. The queasy look etched into his face and the burp he had tried to conceal told Sebastion he had to get Ciel out of there quickly.
"Excuse me Miss Elizabeth, but Master Ciel isn't feeling his best at the moment, so-" Sebastian was interrupted by a rather harsh burp tearing out of the fourteen year old's throat followed by the sound of liquid on the solid ground. A rather horrified shriek came from Elizabeth as she stared at Ciel vomit on the wooden ground.
Chaos tore through the manor. Elizabeth stood there in shock while continuing to scream and ask panicked questions, Paula tried to move Elizabeth away from the puddle developing, and Sebastian tried to keep Ciel upright. The force of each gag made it harder and harder for him to stand up, so he was somewhat grateful for his butler's support. The force of each gag made it harder and harder for him to stand up, so he was somewhat grateful for his butler's support.
How embarrassing. Ciel though between gags. Throwing up in front of his fiance and the servants was not how he'd wanted this to go. After a while, his gagging turned into dry heaves, and the dry heaves turned into gasping breaths. He didn't dare look up, knowing everyone's concerned eyes will be on him. Instead, he settled for consulting his butler, eyes focused on the ground that was swaying dangerously under him.
"Please take me home, Sebastian."
With his arm steady around his master's waist, he quickly guided Ciel away from the mess while informing everyone that the Earl will be fine with a little rest and medicine.
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On the carriage ride back to the manor, it seems Ciel had let his entire facade drop. The boy curled in on himself, leaning his pounding head against the window. Cramps still racked through his small frame, making him have to massage the aching organ. Sebastian left the boy alone, knowing he most certainly is not in the mood to speak about this to anyone at the moment.
Making it back to the manor, completely ignoring Meyrin and the others, the two made their way upstairs, Sebastian gingerly tucking the boy in bed. If they had only stopped to listen to Meyrin's warning that Prince Sama was paying a surprise visit...
But we'll save that tale for another day ;)
