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WHEN WAS THIS SENT TO ME OMFG WHAT?
I made a soundcloud just so that i could post this because the mp3 file was too big to post on its own
I quite literally cried at The Undertakerâs voice reveal in the movie and couldnât get enough of it. ASMR can suck my dick, i compiled every single line The Undertaker has in the Book of the Atlantic Dub, including sighs, gasps, grunts and giggles.
I found too much similarities with Rohan and it scares meÂ
i want to be restrained to where i canât move and then have my clit teased and tormented relentlessly for hours
just excruciatingly slow and deliberate until i am begging and crying for it to stop because itâs so sensitive
but it doesnât stop
I was getting pretty fed up with links and generators with very general and overused weapons and superpowers and what have you for characters so:
Here is a page for premodern weapons, broken down into a ton of subcategories, with the weaponâs region of origin.Â
Here is a page of medieval weapons.
Here is a page of just about every conceived superpower.
Here is a page for legendary creatures and their regions of origin.
Here are some gemstones.
Here is a bunch of Greek legends, including monsters, gods, nymphs, heroes, and so on.Â
Here is a website with a ton of (legally attained, donât worry) information about the black market.
Here is a website with information about forensic science and cases of death. Discretion advised.Â
Here is every religion in the world.Â
Here is every language in the world.
Here are methods of torture. Discretion advised.
Here are descriptions of the various methods used for the death penalty. Discretion advised.
Here are poisonous plants.
Here are plants in general.
Feel free to add more to this!
An exceedingly useful list of lists for writers.
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Translation: âIf I stick on a paper-like screen cover on an LCD tablet, I get an extreme improvement in art style, so I wanted to try it on the iPad as well but the pen nib compatability is individual and delicate, and I [unfortunately] had to peel it off⊠Itâs easier to draw without it. I wonder if the paper-like cover is only good with a felt nibâŠăTobosoăâ
Undertaker
(small excerpt of Yana Tobosoâs blog post from June 26th, 2012)
English translation:
âAt the time when the Kuroshitsuji anime was aired (I guess it was season 1), I once met Mr. Junichi Suwabe, who is the voice actor of Undertaker.
He asked me: âWhat does Undertakerâs face look like?â
and I answered: âHeâs the most beautiful man in Kuroshitsuji !!!! Heâs supposed to be really, really beautiful! Actually, heâs going to play a very important role!â
I still remember that he then said to me: âSeriously!? But he slobbers!!(lol) Anyway, Iâm looking forward to playing Undertaker when he enters his handsome mode some day.â
Daily practice tools for artists
Itâs hard to find guided practice tools for artists, so hereâs what Iâve been able to find. Feel free to add your own and build this list.Â
Figure Drawing PracticeÂ
Animal Drawing Practice
Quickposes.com
Posemaniacs.com
Wysp Practices (some of this needs payment, some is free)
Hands and Feet Practice (new!)
Faces and Expression Practice (new!)
3 days left for this beautiful game! Check them outtttt
Canât risk it
Not a chance am i risking this!
Not an Offical SU artist, but I thought I would lend out some of my knowledge of SU body types~ Enjoy!
Art © Sakicakes
Sebastian Michaelis + kitty || KUROSHITSUJI Chap. 111
Kalan vs Black Butler Chapter 25
Kalan and the Undertaker arrived with a happy smiles on their faces.  Looking around they saw that the stars were bright and the sky was clear of clouds.  The moon shone in all her glory which reflected off the water giving the air a little bit of a romantic feel. âJust how I remembered it.â The Undertaker grinned walking away from her.  As they walked along the sandy surface they came to a large clifftop that was alive with puffins and birds a like.  Right in the middle of the cliff face was a gap large enough for someone to fit through.  Jumping up to the hole Kalan and the Undertaker shifted themselves through the gap and into a large cavern.  The cavern was neatly carved out into a dome shape and it was covered in sigils, they were for protection against the other angels and beings that would want to come and bother them.  Often they would come and stay here for a long period of time and considered it a holiday from the outside world.  Time here slowed down to almost a pause. "Do you remember when I first made this cavern for us?" Kalan asked.  There was a silence and when she turned around to question his silence, the Undertaker was grinning at her. âOf course I remember.  I visit here only too often on my travels to Wales, each memory driven into each rocky curve and jagged edge.â He giggled running his fingers over the wall of the cavern.  The Undertaker was going to ask her the same thing, but he saw that there was that glint in her eye that told him yes, yes she did. Kalan sighed as she looked around at the place and sitting on a wooden box it hit her like lightening, this was her music box.  Slamming open its lid she gazed in awe as she laid eyes on her beloved violin.  Its body made of mahogany and veins of gold and silver resembled a tree on the front. âMy violin from Gabriel!â she squealed caressing its surface. âDo you remember how to play it Little Red?â the Undertaker asked placing a hand on her shoulder. âMmm I should do, now that I have all of my memories backâŠ. Right?â she asked with a hint of doubt.  Picking up the violin, Kalan put it in place and struck the strings with the bow.  All of a sudden everything came whooshing back to her as if she was reliving her violin days all at once.  The strings moulded themselves into a particular tune, a tune no person has heard for centuries.  A Masterpiece of a melody written by Adam himself and a voice accompaniment sung by Eve. The Undertaker sat back in one of the armchairs and poured them both a glass of wine each.  Once Kalan was finished she doubled over out of breath and almost in tears.  How long she has wished to hear that song once again made her want to cry out for Adam and Eve.  The Undertaker rescued her from this state by lifting her up by her chin with his finger and placing the glass of wine in her hands. âRed Wine, good choiceâ she mused placing the violin back in its place. âWell, it isnât my preference, but I tried to save as much as I could from the Campania.  I donât mind wasting humans, but foodâŠâ he tutted ââŠwasting food is a crime.â He giggled. Kalan fell silent, thinking about all those people who lost their lives because of his sick and twisted joke.  The Undertaker guided her over to the seat he was sitting at and placed her on his lap. âThere, there dear.  Donât think about it, you know you couldnât have stopped me.  Fate has her ways.â Kalan cuddled him and sighed.  âI donât know what you wanted to get from it all but youâre right.  Fate has to take her course otherwise there is worse than hell to pay.  Fate does have her waysâŠâ She said, referring to her children than the hundreds of people the Undertaker killed. The Undertaker took a large sip of wine and with the other hand he knitted her hair around his fingers. âLet us forget the outside and make more glorious, hilarious memories to remember shall we?â he said with a low chuckle. Kalan smiled and nodded, finishing the glass of wine and placing it on the table behind her she smirked âAlright, what shall we do then?â she demanded with a determined tone. The Undertaker stood up with Kalan in his arms and began to twirl around, lifting her up and down like a little ragdoll. âI want to dance a little more!â he challenged, there was a glimmer in his eyes to say he was up to something, but poor Kalan was a little bit preoccupied at that moment. âPUT.  ME.  DOOOOWWWNâ She wailed clinging on for dear life. âUNDERTAKEEERRRâ she almost sobbed, begging for him to place her on the ground. âNot till you agree to dance with meâ he sang with joy. âI DIDNâT DECLINE YOUR OFFERâ The Undertaker came to a stop and placed her on the ground gently.  His hysterical laughter echoing around the cavern with such volume it felt like there were hundreds of him, but no, just the one.  âYour⊠face⊠was⊠a⊠PICTURE!â he wheezed. Kalanâs face went red âLook, just because I am-â âTiny.  Teeny Tiny and your hair makes up most of height!â he continued to guffaw with laughter. Kalan narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. âOoohh Undertaker you are so funny, itâs a shame your IQ doesnât match your height!â she said with a wink as he stood back to his full length.  They grabbed one anotherâs hands and Kalan pulled him close. âAhh but Kalan, my IQ can grow, your height can notâ he added with a steady voice, his giggle fit now passed.  He pulled her in closer and they stared at one another.  Kalan rolled her eyes to tell him that he won that little battle and they began to sway.  The violin rose from his place and began to hum a tune to which they could both dance to.  Starting off with something simple, it escalated to something a little quicker and then finished with a slow waltz.  Kalanâs arms were around his neck till they came to a stop, she gazed into his bright green eyes and failed to see how someone as funny and beautiful as him can be so⊠so sad! Reaching up onto her toes Kalan placed a kiss onto his lips with a light blush and he smirked. âI still fail to understand why Michael feels it necessary to get in our way.â He said after a few silent moments. âWell⊠ You are supposed to be doing your job as a reaper and I am⊠Well⊠I am meant to be finding my purpose.â Her decision began to waver. âAnd what is your purpose?  You wonât be able to find it if you keep doing⊠that!â he said pointing to a box, the Undertakerâs voice was soft and caring but he was struggling not to shout and shake some sense into her.  Kalan went to open the box and found inside the one thing that she didnât want to see. âYou canât be serious.  Is THIS the reason why you brought me here?  Is this the reason why you told me all of those feelings?  Are they you true feelings? WhâŠWhatâŠâ she wailed in anger, taking the item in her hands and shaking it.  âWas this because of me?â The Undertaker looked at his reaper glasses and remained silent for a while. âAnswer me dammit.â When the Undertaker refused to answer again Kalan continued. âI was happy just now.  So happy I could have died now not cared, but then you⊠butâŠâ she trailed off for fear of crying.  She walked up to him and stared him in the face. âDo you even care about me?â The look of rage contorted onto his face as he slammed her against the wall. âYES. YES THIS WAS THE REASON I BROUGHT YOU HERE.  YES THESE ARE MY TRUE FEELINGS. I AM INSULTED YOU WOULD THINK IâD LIE TO YOU.â He shouted at her.  Kalan has never seen him this angry before and it terrified her, tears of fear trickled down her cheek as she swallowed every inch of his face, burning it deep into her brain. The Undertaker stopped himself for a long while before speaking again, this time he spoke softer and his grip on her was less painful. âYou are partly the reason why I left.  A small part, but you were the catalyst.  When you âleftâ my enthusiasm went, being social and wanting to be the best reaper in their history went out of the window.  I became rogue and suddenly I left.  No warning, no nothing.  I just upped and left.  I buried most of what I was in that box.â Kalan slide to the floor shaking with tears and puzzlement. âI⊠I didnât know.â She said though snivels. âOf course you didnât.  You made me kill you just so you could run away.â He said coldly. âI wish I could run away.â Kalan wiped away her tears and stood as straight as she could.  So many things were rushing around in her head at the same time she couldnât think properly.  She turned to leave but the cry from Undertaker caught her by surprise as she turned Kalan saw him falling and rushed to catch him.  The weight of the Undertaker made her collapse beneath him as he fell on top of her.  Kalan cried in anguish as within the blink of her eyes the Undertaker had Kalan pinned to the floor with a large smile on his face. âAfter all of that, after the many years of the same prank, you still fall for it?â He chuckled. Kalan was dumbfounded and speechless.  âI donât understand.  Two seconds ago you were angry at me and nowâŠâ She was interrupted by the Undertaker planting a strong kiss on her lips. âI am still angry at you.  But we came here to make happy memories and so far swinging you around like a doll and dancing just isnât good enough.â He said with a smirk. âYou make my brain hurt.â She said chuckling as the Undertaker helped her up from the floor and dusted off the dirt from her dress. âHow about Marshmallows and a fire by the water?â Kalan added thinking on things to do. âThat sounds like a great idea!â
Kalan vs Black Butler Chapter 24
âSo are you doing to come out from the darkness or what?â Kalan asked as she was left alone. âHihihihi that trick never gets past you huh?â came that sound of the Undertaker. âI knew you were watching me.  Did you come to laugh, mourn or what?â Kalan demanded, she was in no mood to laugh or joke around, so much so that her eyes didnât leave the pot. All of a sudden she felt the Undertaker behind her and he rested his chin on her shoulder. âI would NEVER come to laugh AT you.  Laugh with you maybe, but this is a time where I stay silent and make sure you donât do anythingâŠ.recklessâ he soothed in her ear. âReckless? You insult meâ she said resting her head on his shoulder with a large sigh. âIf anyone is being reckless it is you my dear Undertakerâ He gave a low chuckle. âYou are exactly right.  I may not have seen everything, but I heard most of what happened.  A sorry and sad ending for such beautiful and smart children.â Cupping his hands around her waist, the Undertaker tried to sway her away from the pot.  It took a few tries before Kalan eventually moved away from the middle of the room and turned to face him.  âAfter everything that has happened, you still manage to keep that smile.â She mused giving a smile in return. âThatâs because I know I have you to make me smile unconditionally.  I⊠never really told you how much you mean to me⊠Mainly because I had my Reaper training and my duties to tend to.  But you never left my mind.â He began. Kalan backed away and raised a brow. âWhy are you telling me this now?â she said. He blinked âWell, I thought this was a perfect time as any?â he replied taking a step closer. Kalan stepped back in reply âNononono⊠That is far too coincidental.  Has Malum put you up to this?â The Undertaker sighed and stepped forward. âNo, I wouldnât allow a being like her to tell me when I should explain myself.  I guess you could say it felt good when I did it on the Campania.  I then needed like I had to explain myself and my feelings to you.  It is just unfortunate that you lost your children at the same time.â He muttered. âWe always agreed that it was a mutual feeling of friendship for the sake of our jobs.  Why are you changing it now?â The Undertaker swept himself in front of her and took her hands. âKalan My feelings for you have been unexplainable since the day we met. IâŠâ âI know.  I kept that one page in your book.â Kalan confessed. âIâŠwhat?â he blinked. âThe day youâŠ. Yeah.  I found your book and flicked through it.  And since you died I wanted to keep it and soâŠâ she pulled a folded bit of paper out from her breast.  She unfolded it and showed it to the Undertaker. There in plain sight was the Undertakerâs feelings for Kalan.  For the first time since he had become a Reaper, Kalan saw the Undertaker blush. âI have always known about your feelings for me and believe me, this feeling has been mutualâ she said waving the piece of paper. âI only denied telling you because o-â Kalan was cut off her sentence as the Undertaker had placed his lips on hers. âUndertaker!â she wailed in embarrassment. âAs I was saying it was due to Michael.  I am afraid Michael will find out and dispose of you like he has done to my childrenâ she sobbed. âI donât care anymore.  I have waited SO long to kiss those lips and so help me no Archangel is going to stop that tonightâ he breathed and kissed her again.  He kissed her so hard and so passionately that Kalan was pressed against the wall of the theatre, but she didnât object.  She didnât push him away nor fight against him as he went in again and again for kisses. âYou⊠are playing a very dangerous game hereâ she whispered grabbing him by the scruff of his coat and leaned herself over him causing her to extend herself onto her tip-toes. âRecently dangerous seems to suit me donât you think? Hihihiâ the Undertaker chuckled swinging her around and beginning to dance âLet us dance in the face of danger.â He mused. Suddenly Kalan began to get a little uncomfortable, knowing that Michael could rain down on her again at any time.  Just when she was about to throw him off Malum called out in her head âDonât! I can keep an eye out.  Enjoy yourselfâ Kalan began to smile and eventually giggled as he twirled her around and dramatically tilted her on the side to kiss her.  Kissing him back Kalan began to enjoy herself, taking her all the way back to how they met.  Twirling and dancing, a tango for two and they slowed down for a waltz before stopping. âI forgot how well you danceâ Kalan chuckled. âI learnt especially for you! And yet I still remember those steps.  Funny.â He said out aloud, he ran his fingers through his hair and smirked.  âWhat are your plans for this evening?â he asked all so suddenly. Kalan blinked and looked towards the pot of ashes. âWell, nothing really, I justâŠâ she stared at the pot with a frown forming on her face.  The Undertaker massaged her frown away and taking her chin in between his index finger and thumb he made her face him. âHow about spending it with me.  Back on that beach, like the good old times?â he asked. Kalan stood there and bit her lip. âDo you think the cabin will still be there? I doubt it.â She chuckled. âWelllllll, there is only one way to find out.â He mused slowly, tempting her with each passing moment. âAlright fine.â She sighed and taking his hand she transported them all the way to Wales, back to the beach where it all began.