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Trying tweening on alight for the first time in forever

so like

i see tumblr is racially motivated just like insta so i have to post this individually and not together /j

but yeah here is a drawing of my friends and i again because i have no idea. i keep drawing us and idk why, but here PFFFT

king on the left: @miokano

queen in the middle : @boneyheez

bitch on the right: me lmao

be nice guys this is the first time i ever genuinely tried lineless art..... i see like 10000000 mistakes but shhhhhh text says 'dance + cry'

my babe

COMPOSER HEADCANON

Warning: Fluff, dependent relationship.

Frederick is quite a sensitive person.

Previously, he was only admired for his handsome face and not for his talent, which affected him in some way.

He wants someone who admires and loves him for who he is, who sees his musical talent and not just sees a handsome face.

He wants you to have a decent life with him.

He will compose music just for you as a token of his love

He will be attentive to you at all times, he wants you to worry about him as much as he does about you.

Before arriving at the mansion he lived in Paris

He'll love to show you Paris once all this game is over…

Most of the relationship would be physical and emotional, they will constantly be clasping their hands, hugging and telling the other that everything will be fine.

In case the two of you have separate games, he will be distressed and worried about you the whole game.

And if you were to be together, he would be able to risk the game in order to save you, he would not forgive himself if they eliminated you.

He wouldn't abandon his lover at all, even if you tell him to run away, what kind of a knight would he be if he didn't save his beloved?

Probably everything ends badly but if everything ends well, he will hug you tightly murmuring that he never wants to leave you.

Frederick really loves you a lot.

What would he do if he lost you?

my my my I can't wait for him I must save for him (I am a terrible saver).

I like idv's recent trend of making pathetic-looking men. Enjoying this guy's vibes

Call of abyss

Warning: religion, violence implicite, murder, platonic relationship, limb amputation, main character death, post-manor.

Since you were little you were always told that there was only one God, that there was no one else but him and that all the other gods that people praised were pagan gods, beings that did not really exist and that they were blasphemy and those who believed in other gods were sinners . It sounded so stupid, people who believed in the existence of other gods.

Wouldn't they think the same of the beliefs of others?

You know why they told you about that, they didn't want you to believe in another god, specifically the supposed goddess who lived in the same town, Grace, the adopted daughter of a family.

From the moment that Grace had arrived in town, the drought had ended, at that time you were not yet born.

You had watched as a group of children chased after a girl, Grace, maybe a year or two older than you. You watched from the legania, as they were sneaking out, with morbid curiosity of how all this would end, you decided to follow them.

You hid behind some trees, analyzing the situation, it seemed that Grace had gotten into a lake, the children who were chasing her were on the shore, telling her things that you were not able to hear from a distance.

You waited a long time, until they left, leaving little Grace alone. You watched a little longer, waiting for her to come out of the water but she just didn't.

"If you don't get out of there, you'll shrivel up like a dried fruit."

Grace turned towards the shrill voice, looked at another child, somewhat younger than her.

She just watched, didn't say anything, just watched the child carefully.

"Can't you talk?" Asked.

She did not answer.

You analyzed what you got to see of his appearance, his wavy hair with a strange color, but not only that was what caught your attention, but also the gills on his neck.

Grace noticed that you were looking at her gills, she quickly hid in the water up to below her nose.

"If you think I came to bother you like them, no, I was just curious to see you."

Her eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

"I heard from my parents that most of the town believes that you are a deity or something. They want me to stay away from you." You looked down at your tiny feet. "It's kind of silly, isn't it?"

You didn't know when, but Grace had come to the edge of the lake, curious as to what you had to say.

You looked her straight in the eye, making her a little nervous.

"Want to be friends?" You extended your hand to her, expecting her to take it.

Grace looked doubtfully at your outstretched hand, it was like that for a long time. Maybe she didn't want friends and she preferred her solitude, you were about to lower her hand when she took it.

You looked at her with a big smile.

Since then, you and Grace would see each other secretly from your parents, you knew what would happen if they discovered you.

At first Grace kept a distance between you and her, she still didn't fully trust you, it was understandable.

You were trying to gain Grace's trust through gifts, things you found around that were interesting to you and so you thought that maybe Grace would be interested in it.

Perhaps a flower, a dead insect or an object that people threw away because it no longer served them.

To Grace, you were someone… weird, and she liked that.

"What do you think Grace of this?" You showed him a butterfly, perched on your ring finger, with slightly torn wings.

Little by little, your relationship with Grace was improving, she already had enough trust in you.

And with that, the years passed, Grace was already bigger and her beauty stood out.

There were still people who saw Grace as a miracle child. And your parents still believed that she was blasphemous.

Everything had gone normally during those years, until that day came…

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

It started when the drought started once again, I was seeing shortages in fishing again and people only saw one person to blame, Grace.

Everyone turned against her, the people who believed that there was only one God, including your parents, excused that the drought had returned since they had made the true God angry and he had punished them for such an offense and that the only way that this will forgive them was to give him a sacrifice, to the false goddess, Grace.

You put yourself in front of the scared Grace, she had been caught in a fishing net and she couldn't escape they were completely surrounded. It only remained to try to make people see reason, but they did not want to listen.

They called you an accomplice of the false goddess, they decided that God needed not only one sacrifice… but two, the false goddess and her blasphemous companion.

Your parents did not object, they saw with absolute shame how their own descendant had decided to choose to follow the fraud and that you deserved the same punishment as her.

People did not hesitate, they threw you to the ground, they took out a butcher knife with a worn and rusty edge.

"No! No! No! ” you shook desperately, trying to free your limbs, they held tighter. You watched in fear as tears fell along with the cold sweat on your body as the weapon was raised.

"We will start with the blasphemous companion, so that the phony can see what awaits her."

“Grace! ”

The butcher knife hurtled down toward your feet, slamming into the bone, shredding the meat in the process.

A cry of pain escaped your mouth, you jerked faster, just like a fish out of water, trying to jump away.

From the small space that allowed you to see the bodies that supported you, you saw Grace. She cried, seeing how you suffered, without being able to do anything.

"Grace-" Another blow from the knife to your feet made you yell louder. Losing eye contact with Grace.

It went on like this over and over again, until finally your feets were ripped off your legs, following these, they shredded them until they were completely useless.

At some point you stopped feeling pain, you could hardly hear anything and your vision was blurred by tears.

Your suffering was not enough for people, they took your face in their hands forcing you to see how they did the same to Grace.

Everything was so unlucky, why? God, if you exist… Why do you allow this to happen? What fault do we have? Do we not matter to you? You are so cruel…

At some point, they had tied you and Grace to an anchor, you couldn't think what they would do anymore. Why an anchor? What will they do?

The strong impact of the water hitting your body and Grace's awakened your senses one last time, the cold water sent chills throughout your body, your amputated legs left a trail of blood in the water, the contact of your wounds with the water it burned It was extremely irritating, you just wanted it all to be over at once.

You felt the water in your lungs, slowly losing consciousness and the last thing on your mind was Grace, you couldn't see her, only her hair moving in the water.

Your hand trailed towards Grace's hand, trying to intertwine your fingers with hers.

Slowly everything turned black, it was cold, too cold, that annoying beep intensified and you didn't feel anything. Unfortunately you didn't feel how Grace's fingers joined between yours and little by little they began to change…

It was fun while it lasted.

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OMGGGG YESS

ASK: Yan! Andrew, Matthias, and Luca with a reader that's weak and a people pleaser, please? :')

A PUPPET TO ALL IS A PUPPET TO NONE.

( yandere puppeteer & “prisoner” ) + gn!reader

*ੈ♡⸝⸝🔮⋆ yandere characters , mentions of killing + manipulation , I do not condone any of these actions , useage of pet names , reader is considered “weak” and “easy to manipulate” + an INSANE people pleaser , , Luca x Sock /j , little knowledge of chess ik , this is absolute ASS I’m so sorry , Andrew isn’t here b/c I gave up , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You've been stepped on and used your entire life, and it didn't help the fact you turned out to be a weak kiss-up either. But that was how you got by. That was how you avoided the worst outcomes and changed your fate for the better.

Your luck ends here though, as the harsh conditions of these "games" leave you feeble, but also delicate. He promises to help you, to keep you safe for as long as he needs to and to only do what feels necessary to protect you from the onslaught of horrors.

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✦— THE PUPPETEER ♟️ | A pawn created to be controlled by the gods above, a loyal piece to be sacrificed for “the greater good”. Although very talented, he is looked down upon by those above him. What happens when this ‘pawn’ grabs at the ropes that bind him to this role?

Matthias Czernin had always been neglected and disregarded as if he was worth nothing his entire life. “Louis” has always taken the spotlight and, even in this wretched manor haunts his every move no matter how many times he tries to abandon him. Fire and ash, he’s watched the puppet's death countless times now. And yet, he always comes back without as much of a scratch on his wooden body.

But then, he gets the chance to meet you, and Matthias doesn’t understand what he’s done to be graced with such a presence. The life he lived before arriving here shouldn’t qualify for this type of privilege. What god had crafted every wrinkle and twitch of your perfect body just to discard you this Alcatraz? It seems he’ll never know, but the Puppeteer will do anything in his power to save you from the wretched forces orchestrating these games. Even if it means getting dirty.

♟️| Matthias Czernin is an introvert at best. He strays away from large crowds and doesn’t start conversations unless needed to. But with you, he finds speaking like second nature. Easy, relaxing, and enjoyable. The Puppeteer likes watching the creases in your eyes appear and the smile you show to him. [He wishes it was only for him.]

↳ It’s not that Matthias couldn’t [communicate], more so he just struggles with the ability to do so. We never get any insight into friends he might’ve had/made, so it’s safe to assume most if not all of his time was devoted to learning the craft of puppetry. Not for his enjoyment, but rather for his fathers as he was seeking acknowledgment and praise from him. [his mother as well, though, it seems Matthias craved it more from his father.]

♟️| Matthias Czernin doesn’t realize why [yet…] he feels this indomitable obligation to keep you entirely to himself. The annoyance he feels when someone comes in between the two of you is unmeasurable to anything he’s ever felt before. So much so that he enjoys keeping a hand on you. It’s almost sweet, whether it be a pinky intertwined with yours or a harsh grip on your wrist.

↳ Either subconsciously or not, Matthias starts to cling to you as if his life depended on it. This tactic seems to work wonderfully for him, as your friends, old and new, start to greatly distance themselves from you. They’re sick of the looming, brooding presence that the Puppeteer gives off, and seemly leave you in the dark about it.

♟️| Matthias Czernin who yearns for your praise above everything else. A puppeteer who’s been controlled with his strings [for his entire life] eventually starts to forget what it means to truly be appreciated. The feeling of want, need, and utter desire sends Matthias spiraling. He needs more, and especially from you.

It’s a quiet, dusk day when it accidentally slips from his mouth. His head in your lap with the two of you alone and away from the world had to be something straight from a rom-com. So when a subtle, yet distinct noise that sounds like a profession of his love is ripped from his throat, he does his best to act like you never heard him. It’s only when you seemingly light up that he starts to think that maybe you reciprocated a bit more than he thought.

The Puppeteer is immediately up and out of your lap, and, from somewhere somehow is filled with the courage to continue where he left off. Yes, he thinks you’re better than everyone here. Yes, he doesn’t care what past actions you’ve committed to land yourself in here, he thinks you’re absolutely perfect. Yes, he would trap you and keep you all to himself if he could. Yes, he loves you. And yes, he absolutely adores you. Albeit, maybe a bit too much.

✦— THE “PRISONER” ♝ | Intelligent, cunning and corrupt, the Bishop is a worthy opponent and is always thinking outside of the box. However, jealousy runs deep through their veins. What’s the next step when they get messy and act on impulse? Breaking their picture-perfect persona in exchange for revealing their true self?

Luca Balsa was destined to be the next big inventor from the get-go. The Balsa prestige was always meant to be written down in history books anyway. So how did he end up here? With the blood of his old mentor on his hands, there’s no erasing what’s already been done.

And yet, a murderer with or without remorse is still just that: a murderer. The stings of electric shock stay as a reminder of the act that has been committed, and the Balsac name that will forever be tarnished. But there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. This time, it’s you.

♝ | Luca Balsa comes face to face with you during your first-ever match. You’re like a baby bird: completely and utterly unaware of the dangers that will soon show their face to you in only the most haunting forms. You’re scared, frightened even. Is this all just a nightmare? Will someone pinch you and bring you back to earth? It isn’t until the “Prisoner” lends you a helping hand that you realize that, no, this isn’t a dream, but a purgatory turned into your new reality. You leave your first match unscathed. At least, physically.

♝ | Luca Balsa isn’t blind to your shaken form, and who could? After a match like that, the tremble in your legs and the quivering in your speech can be excused [especially since it was your first of many!] So, being the kind, “aristocratic” gentleman he is, the “prisoner” lends his arm out to you as an invitation to dinner. You take it, and it’ll probably be the second worst choice you’ve ever in your life up ‘till now. [number one being you coming here, of course.]

↳ It’s almost scary how quickly Luca begins to stick to you. He keeps it concealed from most [including you], but others can see through his facade. They can tell an obsession is forming, and not a healthy one. [to be fair, none of his obsessions are healthy.]

♝ | Luca Balsa who, whenever you’re not looking, sifts through your belongings, keeping little mementos of you when you’ve been stripped away from his side. [It sounds cute at first, but soon you start to notice that some of your items have gone missing.] So far, it seems the “Prisoner” has pilfered a silver bracelet, a shiny stone, and a singular striped sock. You don’t notice it, but the bracelet is on his right arm covered by his black and white sleeve. The stone, in his left pocket [he considers it lucky]. And the sock? Well, um, yeah.

↳ Luca may or may not have been caught coming out of your room before. He plays it off giving an almost actress-worthy performance. He states that he’d “forgotten something and left it in your room.” Most fall for it, but others [more specifically Ganji & Naib] are starting to keep a closer watch on him. Little do they know, Luca may or may not be planning their downfall.

♝ | Luca Balsa who isn’t afraid to pull at the weak strings of your life, to manipulate the events for his desired outcome to be brought to life. And with you, an easy prey and an incredibly naive person makes his job just that much easier. Whether it’s him whispering lies into your ears or sending threats under the [dinner] table, he’s got you wrapped around his finger in no time.

↳ if you haven’t picked up on it yet, this man isn’t above approaching these situations with more serious accusations. He’s already got blood on his hands, what else is new? [don’t ask about the pocket knife he’s started bringing around now.]

♝ | Luca Balsa is anything but the quiet type when it comes to his affection towards you. His undying feelings for you already started strong, and his blabbering mouth won’t shut up about you. It’s beginning to rub others the wrong way.

Luca Balsa is the type to whisk you away [farther than he’s already done before] and to confess his dying feelings for you in a field of meadows, the action beautiful and strange whilst he presents to you a promise ring. The topaz center glistens and gleams in the golden hour, and everything looks straight out of a romance novel. Unless you knew where to look.

The shiny kitchen knife stowed away in the picnic basket speaks as a warning in it, and the glint of something gold—something like your grandmother's bracelet that’s been missing for weeks now— shines underneath his black and white striped sleeves. But the glint of hope, life, and pure adoration in his eyes has you fooled. Your rose-tinted glasses make every red flag seem a playful pink, and you stick out your ring finger as he graciously slides the piece of jewelry on.

The ring shows itself to you as a promise. A promise to always love and cherish you no matter the wrongdoings you commit [even if he believes you can’t do any] and to hold you so close it would bruise the body he worships oh so dearly. The ring shows itself to you as a promise to not let anyone or anything get in the way of this relationship.

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note: thank GOD they’re weird people out there like me who give chess pieces personalities. thank the people on the 2012 forum at chess.com.

↳ hi and hello everyone! it’s been a minute, hasn’t it. I personally NEVER thought this fic would see the light of day, but then again, here we are. I want to thank everyone for their patience and for all of the support I’ve earned during my time here on this platform. getting to write for people makes me so happy, and the notes make me giddy — especially when people talk about how much they liked the fic in it. I am so, so sorry this came out so late, and I’m ever more apologetic to all of my tumblr friends who had to deal with my…less than communicating ass. To the person who requested this, I’m personally hunting you down and letting you know this has been in the making since APRIL 9TH 2024. YEAH. [im kidding, it’s not your fault.] thank you all again for the unwavering support, and almost for 300 followers. LOVE YOU ALL!! ⸜( ˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́ )⸝ <3

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minor writing smut , hand kink [?]

Luca whose hands are, to put it plainly, dirty. Oil and grease can be found underneath his fingernails from the constant work on the cipher machine, while dirt finds its way in the cracks and slivers on his palms.

Luca whose hands are littered with small cuts and scars from the electricity that bolts through him, refusing to settle down for even one moment before another currency charges through his body.

Luca who uses these same hands to worship your god like body in front of him. His fingers, smeared with black from being burnt poke and prod at the curves and blemishes on your body. The inventor finds it all so incredible how you let his hands, stained with blood, find your most sensitive area. How you let his hands gift you the pleasure you oh so deserve. And how you let him witness your fall into pleasure all over again.

note: consider this my apology for the lack of a proper fic lately, things have been busy. I’m working on two right now, and I hope to get them both out in the coming weeks.!

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

he is the cutest

Tie A Yellow Ribbon Luca x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

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