whats up gamers (sorry if its long)
oooh i think bro is unc. damn how does that work, allergic to painkillers sounds like hell especially if god forbid you get hospitalized. salonpas hypercarry for the win. you may say there might be a lot of stuff wrong with your health and stuff even if your young but hey, atleast your alive and making banger art. its already a w that we are living and stuff
whats your rating sa maimai? I have a feeling that your like a 15k rating player sweat that can do master 15's and like full clear dont fight the music on master, I would say get back into arcaea but I hate how most of the songs are locked behind story or grinding
I usually watch analog horror on emortalmarcus' youtube vids because it feels better to watch along with someone rather than just rawdogging the vids. I also like his breakdown and genuine interest in the series that he watches but still very scary stuff
its fine, people are busy and stuff especially with the size of ur artworks wtf. if only it was possible to like stay locked in and actually finish work in one go, I swear that will never happen to me
ooh i did not know you did animation, it looks cool and its funny that the ball goes that high from the ground (physics sucks anyways)
I pray that I can balance my life like nazuna, having equal time to fulfill a lot of stuff in life while having time for yourself and family. awwww honestly sounds warranted why you dedicate so much to him. WWWWWWWW just like your art (rest in peace my nazuna he got hit by a bazooka, kaboom)
i drank water, when up and down the stairs and ate food, you better do the same
maybe ill look into twisted wonderland (i see the comments)
QOTD #8: If you could insert yourself into the universe of whatever game or visual novels, literally anything, what would it be and why? idk that sounds so basic im sorryyyy
IM BACK KING and hopefully will be able to answer daily as diligently as you ! extra long post incoming 🔥
frfr i may be in hell (body, mind, and environment) but at least i have the means to draw yaoi and twinks and oshikatsu stuff !!
FILIPINO FREUDIAN SLIP I SWEAR I THINK I KNOW WHO U ARE , , , ,
idk my rating on maimai tho i can never catch any branch that has a card available 💔 cant even save my wangan progress. BUT LIKE HELL NAHHHH i think the max i can do is lvl 9 ??? cuz i cant play frequently. also yeah,, thats lowk why i didnt get super into arcaea back then
HELLYEAH emortalmarcus i also watch bro. i cant watch anything horror when there isnt a guy breaking down everything in the series lmfao
idk man gl w ur stuff but like for me ig the hardest part is to start doing it but after that i can just do only that the whole day without standing up typeshi
yee i wanted to go animation course instead of painting but 💔
RIGHT ????? bro cannot be real i swear (HELP IMEAN,, HE ISNT BUT YKWIM.) anyway yeaaaaaa
QOTD 8 !!
enstars bro,,, not even my closest friend in the world knows how in depth my self insert enstars world is , , , , tho i be thinking abt the twst one more these days just cuz the enstars game is so ass i only have twst rn
the most self indulgent fanfic shit bro 🥀 idek why im telling u this
gonna be answering this too in here !!! cuz idk i dont wanna fill up my moots' dashes 🤡
i am dehydrated and immobile and procrastinated all my plates
anyway
QOTD 9
idk if im hallucinating but i feel like i got deja vu from this question,,,
i guess reiterating my plea for anyone who reads this to watch/read The Royal Tutor , , , if u want yaoi go read A Home Far Away. genuinely. rewired the neurons in my brain. not as much as sfawtde tho 🤡 oh and the last anime i watched (besides witch hat) Cute High Earth Defense Club idek how to pitch this its weird asf but its magical boys and they have banger music.
!!!!!! thank yoi
he is super important to me frfr. id 100% find him in every lifetime (fucking delusional) hsjjrkandbama thancc thats lowk also what my other prof said like she thought it was a store bought toy that i brought to class HSJFKENCBMS also ye i did that photoshoot at like 9am after working thru the night to finish him
ANYWAYYYYY I SAW ALL YOUR OTHER ASKS tysm anon
it really do help i swear , ,but also lowk the guilt stacks every day i cant answer 😭 so like now that i finally have an hour of free time im answering ur shi
also lmaoooo lowk mini parasocial ???? HAHAHAHHA i get what ur saying but whatever its like just cool little interactions idk
u might have lost track of what uve written but they always come daily 🔥 bro really never miss (i did count and theres 14 💀 i wasnt able to answer for 2 weeks)
ALSOOOO LMFAOOO ME WHEN I FUCKING LIE. i said id post follow ups on the nazuna figure BUT I GOT SO BUSY I COULDNT EVEN DO THAT but like i really did intend to do allat cuz imean i worked so hard on it i want other ppl to see it too yk , , so ill jus send some here ig 🤡 idk man
basically,, the concept of the figure was to show ur alter ego or smthn like that so i did cosplay,,, + i collect nendoroids so the interchangeable parts were perfect . all the parts are air dry clay, soft clay, and magnets
ermm idk what else to say i did also recreate a nendoroid box to put it in for the presentation but its lowk ass so i wont show that ha ha ha ha ha h a thats all i think , , , , , im running on 0 sleep this whole week so far
i just finished(?) another painting like from midnight to 6am earlier before i had to go to class. finishing touches rn cuz i have to submit it in. an hour 😂 will probably also post it today !! because theres another twink whose birthday it is today !!!!!!!!
twelfth night by shakespeare | adonis, beginnings of the body, ends of the sea, selected poems (trans. khaled mattawa) | leo tsukinaga feature scout 2: a heartfelt round of applause (trans. royalquintet) | john cage's letter to helen wolff | fly me to the moon by frank sinatra | music by juhan liiv | constellations: leo by garry wilkinson | birhday of music by leo tsukinaga (trans: royalquintet)
"Sorry, you're just really pretty — what were you saying?" Feat. The First Years
Summary: How do the first years react to you telling them that you were distracted by their beauty?
Warnings: Nothing much, just that reader's gender is not specified so you can see them as fem, male, or gn! Flustered boys ahead!!! With that said, happy reading! <33
A/N: As promised, here's the poll winner!! Thank you all for helping me out! ( And for the options that lost, don't worry, I plan to write for them if the motivation strikes me to again! )
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Ace Trappola
He had come to Ramshackle after getting collared by Riddle, and as always, was ranting your ears off about the whole ordeal and how insufferable it was to deal with his housewarden.
"It was late, I was tired — plus its not like I didn't brush my teeth at all, y'know?!" he blustered. His hands wildly flying around him as he further enunciated his anger with hand gestures powered by frustration.
"And- And, it was completely ridiculous how he even found out about me breaking that stupid rule! Like, what do you mean my teeth only looked as 'white as one round of brushing would make it'?! What does that even mean?!"
"Mmhm," you hummed — something you had been doing since he had plopped himself on your bed and began his retelling of what happened — which the redhead had noticed and didn't seem to take too kindly.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?!" he exclaimed, his arms crossing in an exasperated manner and the edges of his ruby eyes twitching at its corners as he asks in a rather accusatory manner, "You haven't, have you?"
You blink. the sudden spotlight thrown on you forcing you back to reality. Ace is angrily glaring daggers at you right now, and you can practically see the imaginary steam wafting from his fuming being.
How could you not admit your thoughts at this point?
"Sorry," you tell him, "You're just really hot when you're mad like this. Please, continue."
"I knew it! I knew you weren't...wait, huh?" he pauses, mouth open with his complaint caught on his tongue like a mouse in a mousetrap. Expression frozen in place as if it had been caught by a camera.
You raise an eyebrow, "Ace..?" you call slowly, "Are you gonna continue your story, or..?"
He blinks slowly, waiting for you to break character and your laughtrack to play because, surely, you cannot be serious.
He waits for five seconds, then ten before deciding to stretch out his silence for another twenty and then thirty more seconds. Still nothing. You're still staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you the remainder of what's left of his story and its then that he realizes that you were being dead serious.
His face darkens into a red rose shade in seconds.
"Ace?! Are you okay?! Why're you so red and what's with that look?!" you had the gall to ask while having the audacity to look startled — and in response to your irritatingly genuine confusion, Ace...
...well Ace didn't know how to react really.
"I— You can't just...—!" he stammers as his mouth tries to say ten different things at once and fails, leaving him with no other choice but to say none of it. He lets out an aggravated yell.
"Forget this!" he shouts, turning away from you as he throws himself on his side and smacks his head against your pillow, exclaiming then, "I'm going to bed!"
And, utterly stupefied, you blurt out, "Why so suddenly?! Seriously, what's up with you?!"
( You neither got your answer to your question, nor did you get to hear the end of his story that night. )
Deuce Spade
"I'm totally gonna to fail at this rate..." Deuce said before letting out sigh.
He had come to you after a long hour and a half in Professor Trein's class where he did nothing but fight sleep, dejectedly admitting to you that he hadn't memorized a single bit of source material for the up and coming exam that'll occur later that week.
"It just doesn't click for some reason — more than it usually doesn't," he said as he shook his head and his shoulders slumped.
"Housewarden Riddle has made me flashcards in hopes that the information would be easier to digest, but even that's not helping. I'm starting to lose all hope in making it out of this with a decent grade.."
He sounded so defeated, but his words truly went in one ear and out the other as you were more drawn in to his pouty expression rather than the exact cause of it — and like, really, who could really blame you for that? I mean, with his lip slightly jutted out and his eyes drooping like puppy dog ears, he looked so—
"Uhm...Y/n?" Deuce calls, causing for you to jump a little as you suffer from the jarring feeling of being abruptly ripped away from your daydreaming.
It catches the boy's attention and, with brows furrowing with worry, he decides to ask you, "..Are you alright? You seemed to space out there for a moment."
What a gentleman he is, truly — your eyes soften.
"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry," you apologize, "I got distracted because of how pretty your pouting face is," you casually add.
And immediately, Deuce short circuits.
His mouth falls open, as if he wished to say something, only to fall closed for a second or so and open again where the process repeats.
He does this for a few minutes, and his face grows pinker as time passes which has you growing nervous. Making you believe that your little comment had done more harm than good.
"Sorry," you found yourself repeating to him. This time asking, "Did that.. Did I make you uncomfortable with that?" thankfully, that seems to snap Deuce out of whatever bug you had accidentally planted into his system and reboot him.
"Oh, uh, no! N- No, it didn't! Don't worry.." he awkwardly stammers, his eyes darting away to look at a pebble near his foot.
"You sure? It's okay if I did. You're allowed to be put off by it," you explain, clearly not convinced, "Partner or not, if my comment didn't sit well with you—"
"I liked it!" he exclaimed, spinning his head around to look at you, only to immediately lose his composure all over again the moment his eyes lock with yours.
( Hey, look at it this way; at least he's not stressing out over the future exam anymore, right? )
Jack Howl
He was explaining to you his process of how he tends to his cactus plant. His reason? Well, that morning before he left for his daily jog, he had noticed that it had began to brown at its roots.
Though he was embarrassed to ask for aid, he had hoped to gain some enlightenment from you — who had a much broader knowledge on plant life. Unfortunately, all you've given him so far are hums and small comments of acknowledgement, leading him to only one conclusion.
"You're not listening," he grumbles, crossing his arms against his chest and looking away, trying to play off the abashment creeping up his neck as he says, "Forget I said anything."
That catches your attention.
"Wait, wait, I'm sorry! I swear I was listening!" you shoot out, your hands latching around his bicep to gain his attention once again. You succeed with the small effort, but the doubtful look he gives you lets you know that you're not out of the doghouse yet.
And so, feeling as though you had no other choice, you decide to admit what's had you so captivated.
"I really was listening until the end just now! Promise!" you pull away from him to clasp your hands together in a praying-like gesture as you bow your head, "It's just that...when you talk about your hobbies and things you're passionate about, you always get this certain...shine...in your eyes. It's really beautiful — a- and makes you all the more handsome obviously! I guess this time I just got...distracted by it...again, sorry.."
Silence is what you gain in response — not a great sign in the least.
You had confessed such an mortifying truth thinking it would fix this, but it didn't and humiliation couldn't begin to describe the feeling sinking into you in that moment.
That said, as you looked up with heating cheeks, you realized that Jack wasn't in a much better state; scratching the back of his head as his cheeks bloomed a light pink.
"Why...nevermind," he says, sighing to himself, "I regret saying anything at all. Let's just drop this."
At first, you frown, thinking that you had truly messed up...until Jack's tail brushes against your hip.
You look down. He's wagging up a storm — the fluffy white appendage thumping whenever it brushes against the bench seat you two are sitting on, creating a happy beat in the process that gives away every thought the beastman refused to say aloud.
The sight has your smile returning to your face.
"You're cute when you get all shy like this."
"Urk-! ...Shush."
Epel Felmier
He had been going on for about ten minutes now, having been flown into a rage about something related to Vil.
"He must take me fa some docile little thing or sumthn' cause he neva takes a lick of what I tell 'em seriously!" he spouts as he paces before you, gesturing wildly. You're sure if this keeps up, he'll burn a permanent line into your carpet.
"He tells me off 'n I threaten him back and its like a joke to him! Then he gets to yappin' about proper grammar and whatnot like I didn't say anythin'! It pisses me off, an— Y/n? Are you listenin' to a dang thing I'm sayin'?!"
You hum out, "Of course, babe," and sigh when he narrows his eyes, full of disbelief, towards you.
"I really was listening," you affirm.
Epel clicks his tongue, saying in a tone that's both Pomefiore proper and country boy bumpkin, "There's no needa lie. I can tell notta bit of what I said is reachin' you."
You find yourself sighing again, this time shaking your head too.
"Okay, maybe I was a bit distracted," you admit, deciding to add at the last minute, "..but its only because I find you cute when you're all worked up like this."
Oh what a mistake that was. Such an easily avoidable one too — not that you can do much about it now since the damage is already done. Epel's jaw was already tensing and his periwinkle brows were already forming dents in his forehead from how deep his v of ire is.
All you could do now was close your eyes and brace for impact.
"Who're you callin' cute?! Huh?!" he angrily proclaims, "Ain't nothin' cute about me, ya hear?!"
"Yes, yes, I meant manly — slip of the tongue, I swear," you wave him off, but that doesn't seem to satisfy the country boy. Not one bit...which was kind of your fault for being so half-hearted about reassuring him, now that you think about it.
"Yeah right. You ain't the least bit sorry," he grumbles. Going on to bitterly comment, "Its 'cause you don't take me seriously neither. 'm just some cute little bunny in your eyes or somethin' or another.."
"Oh don't get to sulking on me. You know that's not true," you stand to your feet. Crossing the small distance between you two where you then cup his face.
Carefully, you turn his head with your hands, giving him no choice but to look at you. His eyes are still narrowed with anger, but you can see the sadness swimming along the tides of his light blue hues and staring into them felt like you were being stabbed straight through the heart — for you were partially to blame for such a look surfacing on his face.
"Epel, listen to me," you begin with a softened gaze — as if you were staring at something precious, "I admit that I may tease a bit more than I should, but I genuinely think that you're one of the manliest, bravest, toughest guys I know. It's one of the things I love about you, after all."
Epel doesn't reply immediately as he takes time to mull over your words. And, though you don't comment on it, you note the small blush that overtakes his face as your words sink into him.
Finally, abashed, he swats your hands away from your face. Muttering in his accent about how he doesn't need nor want you to coddle him, only for his arms to then snake around your waist and pull you against him. You can't help but roll your eyes as you hug him back.
"So...are we cool? Do you believe me and what I said, or do I need to prove my words true to you somehow?" you ask.
"I believe ya', but a little convincing wouldn't hurt neither," he replies, to which you tilt your head and ask, "And how, pray tell, would you like me to do that?"
Immediately, his eyes travel down to your lips. You huff as you catch on, barely being able to fight off the smirk growing on your lips as Epel leans in to capture them in a passionate kiss.
Sebek Zigvolt
He had been, once again, preaching to you about his glorious future king, Malleus Draconia, and like the supportive partner you were, you listened to your boyfriend intently as he rambled on.
Okay, maybe not intently. You must admit that, at some point, you found yourself lost in all your staring — entranced by the love of your life so impassioned — for he was truly a breathtaking sight to behold.
Alas, it seemed you weren't so subtle about your wandering eyes or waning concentration, for you were eventually called out for it in the loudest way possible.
"Human! To attention!" Sebek snapped, fangs baring at you in a fit of pique, "I'm enriching you with tales of our great Malleus despite you barely being worth such an honor! Don't disrespect my time by ignoring me!"
"Apologies, dear," you replied calmly, and without hesitation, revealed, "I had been momentarily swept away by your handsomeness. I'll try not to let it happen again."
"Hmph, you better," he responds and you can practically see the gears turning in his head — as well as the very moment your comment finally, truly clicks because, in an instant, his entire façade crumbles.
"I..." he begins, but immediately loses his train of thought, seemingly having been momentarily dumbfounded by such a simple statement.
It was truly adorable, you thought.
"You were saying, beloved?" it's a bit mean, but you can't help but tease him, "Don't tell me my little comment has rendered you speechless."
"N- Nonsense!" he exclaims loudly, "I simply...was caught of guard briefly by your shamelessness!"
"..Truly, this is proof that you and your kind lack not only class, but taste as well!" he adds, and you're almost immediately clapping back.
"Hm, how cruel of you to say, because I'll have you know that part of my taste extends to the magnificent man before me," you say, and instantly, he's quiet again. You find yourself giggling from amusement.
Oh, what fun it was to torment him.
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