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I CAN'T MOVE ON

Funfact: in the last scene in my fanfic if fate had other plans, the goodbye underwater scene was inspired by lunafreya's goodbye in final fantasy xv.

I decided to draw them in that specific scene haha, took me 4 hours.

Speed drawing process haha.

Final product.

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isnt the image you did for your sfawtde writing just AI of elden ring? because that's an image of miquella and the other is an AI edit of marika 💀

Wait fuck fr? That was ai? Oh shit I didn't see it, I thought it was an art of the actual game since I often see it on gameplays of other people, or it was a story telling of the dlc. I'll see into it. Thanks for informing me.

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IF FATE HAD OTHER PLANS

Wifies had posted again, fuck I'm crying guys. Anyways this is also a continuation cause holy fuck my D3rlord3/Derek posts had sky rocketed overnight damn.

Anyways: Spoiler ahead for those who has not watch part 2 yet, be warned.

Now playing: Babydoll, Drag Path, Sparks, May you never forget me

D3rlord3 groans as he grips his head. His mind feels like someone is hammering down his brain non stop repeatedly, his vision flashing in different images. The dinosaur's extinction, the cold war happening and another war coming in the future.

A laugh, low and unnerving, echoed through the walls inside the room, "It seems like you found us."

The king turned his head towards the terrified poet, who stared at the knight in horror and despair, "Do you feel happy that the person you expect finally appears? Are you joyful, my little poet?"

D3rlord3 suddenly screamed in agony, as he pounded into his golden helmet. His knees buckled, the poet scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain that shot up to get legs. Before the knight could fall, he was caught by her.

The poet breathes, her hand holding him while the other holds the side of his head, cradling him. "You came... Why? I told you so many times to not come!" She said as tears began prickling her eyes, her shoulders shaking as sobs began escaping her mouth.

The man stared up at her, despite being hit with the endless knowledge, his vision unstable, he still held himself together to get a better look at her. "I have never expected...for you to be so ethereal." His hand lifts and holds her cheek.

Droplets of tears fell into his armor, yet he did not care. His thumbs brushed a tear, "I have always wondered...what you would be. I ignored your warnings, I kept going, just because...I wanted to see you."

More tears began to flow out the poet's eyes, "You would do all that for a stranger as I?" A chuckle erupts from her throat between her sobs, "You're always unpredictable."

"It seems like I have given you enough time to see each other. I am impressed by you, golden knight. But I hope this is a warning you must not forget, for I would strike again, if not obeyed."

The poet felt herself getting pulled, she looked at her arms and legs seeing shadows pulling her. Her breathing quickens and looks back at d3rlord3, he, in response gripped her arms tight, afraid that he wouldn't see her again if he let go.

She smiles at him, "I believe in you, that you'll find a way." His grip tightens, "No. Don't say that—"

"Promise me, that you'll find me again."

"..."

"I promise."

She gets pulled back, as d3rlord3 desperately tries to reach out for her, her golden locks slowly getting swallowed by the shadows. His last vision was the king's face, before losing consciousness.

Avery looks at d3rlord3 and decides to ask, "By the way, who was the girl you mentioned in your book?" This catches the Knight's attention, "What?" Avery coughs, "The girl you mentioned in your book. You quote, 'She talks in poetry, her voice soft as she sings her stories. She once told me, she would create a ballad of me.' That's the exact words inside your books. I'm kinda impressed I memorized that, props to me I guess."

D3rlord3 stays quiet as he stares at the other before him, Avery could feel nervousness crawling up his skin at the Knight's silence, he gulps, "I mean basically, you did have two whole pages dedicated to her—"

"She..." This immediately shuts the slime, "...was the reason why I continued in the first place. She saved me on many occasions. I owe her."

"What...what happened to her?"

"Gone. Taken away from me before we could even have the chance to know well. I promised her that I'm going to find her, that's why I'm in this place and many other places."

Avery noticed the Knight's hand into a fist, he looked angry and regretful, "Did you love her?" That question seems to hit d3rlord3 as he stayed quiet longer than both of them expected.

"...I loved her before I could meet her."

D3rlord3 stared in horror at the two yellow eyes that stared right back at him, his body went rigid hearing the king's plans laid out on him. Avery was to be its vessel, and used it to transfer himself to the physical world. If he doesn't do anything right now it will—.... Wait...

"Where is she?"

That one question almost made the entity laugh, "You cared for a woman you met once, a woman who you only know through the voice in your head. Yet you already devoted yourself to her? I have never expected someone as smart as you could easily be this desperate."

"Where. Is. She."

This wasn't a question anymore, it was a threat. The king sighs, "I suppose I would let you see her before I send you off, take it as a departing gift." Something appeared at d3rlord3 peripheral vision.

As he turned his head, he saw her. The poet. Kneeling and seemingly praying, he could hear her whisper and mumble under her breath, he could not get what she was trying to say through her prayers. Her golden hair fell over her entire body like a curtain, protected and concealed.

D3rlord3 took a step forward, the clank of his armored shoe made the poet stop, her back was at him, slowly she turned her head towards his direction. His eyes met a pair of gold ones.

No. Not the gold pupils that you see in a normal person, her eyes were wholely yellow, from her pupils towards her sclera. She looked like a deity who descended from heaven to bless the lands below, merely by her presence. Her appearance alone could sway living and non living things, just as Orpheus could sway both with his music.

The moment their eyes met, the knight wasted no time and bolted towards her, and the moment she stood up, sh was already engulfed in a hug. Warm. He held so gently and carefully, afraid that if he held tighter she might break and disappear once again.

No words were exchanged between them, because they both knew that their presence together told more than it ever was.

Their moment was cut off the king in yellow, "Time's up. I have given you enought time to see her." The two stared at it, wide eyed, "Wait—"

Before he could get another word, he felt his body fall. He looked up to see the poet desperately trying to reach out for him, before she disappears.

The poet kneels to the void ground, her body shaking, starely at the floor. The king only stared at her trembling form, amused. "Why did you..." She whispers, "To give you false hope. Do not think that you had the chance to escape from me. Remember, you are already a part of me, we cannot be separated."

The poet choked before letting out a cry, "This wasn't what I wished for."

D3rlord3 walked around the old village, the same village he once roamed at his first quest. The ground was covered in white glass, seemingly frozen in time. Other than the ground, nothing new changed.

He already obtained the spell to get rid of the king in yellow, hidden in a barrel beneath the glass floor. Before he could go back to the halls, his eyes caught something.

Not from afar, was a tree. If he remembered correctly, there wasn't a tree at that spot before. It was behind one of the abandoned houses, but what caught his attention more was another barrel hidden directly under the tree.

He didn't think twice and immediately strutted towards it. He mined the glass next to the barrel, as he opened it he was greeted by two books. One was titled the king in yellow, it was the origin of the king. It seems like a story book.

The other book was untitled, d3rlord3 stared at it before opening.

"Journal entry no.1,

Things were normal back in the village, the people in their usual routine, so was I. I would often go to the center if the village and play my lyre, and sing ballads. Kids and grown ups would gravitate towards me as I play my instrument. It made me happy, people liked my music. Some said I was beautiful, it also made me happy."

"Journal entry no. 2,

Two months later,

A commotion was happening in the village, the leader was saying something about his new discovery. My family dragged me out to see. The leader, told us about an entity. He told us, that he found in his ancestors belongings, a story of a king who can grant any wish, he said if we summoned the said king, we can all make our wishes. Some were skeptical of his words while some belived him. My family were one of those skeptical, none took him seriously and we all left."

"Journal entry no. 3,

Five months later,

The words from our leader seemed to made it into the minds of people as they began to belive in the story of the king in yellow. My parents, too, are starting believe in the propaganda."

"Journal entry no. 4,

Nine months later,

Everything is getting strange, the leader had ordered the village to change the color of our houses into yellow, to appeal more to the king. Everyone obeyed and slowly, the once vibrant village had covered in bright yellow paint. Although I adore the color yellow, I must admit it is a sire in the eyes with too much of it."

"Journal entry no. 5,

One year later,

The leader established a statue above the once fountain. It was the structure of an angel, covered in yellow materials. It seems like another way to appeal to the king. I feel like everyone is getting out of hand with these."

"Journal entry no. 6,

One year and 3 months later,

The leader had appointed me to sing beneath the statue every morning, he said something about the king enjoys music. I do not know if it is only me, but everytime I go near the statue, I've felt off."

"Journal entry no. 9,

?????,

This wasn't supposed to happen, everyone is gone. I don't know what to do. I saw it. The king, he appeared in front of me, he used everyone. He told me to be his vessel. I don't know why, I don't what he means but it hurts, my mind hurts. It hurts so much. Make it stop."

"Journal entry no. ?,

???????,

I had lost count, how long have I been stuck in this place. I'm scared. I'm scared being alone with it. Everything is so empty, I'm at the verge of insanity."

"Journal entry no. ?,

???????,

I saw in a vision, was a man. He was a knight, in golden armor. He was persistent, stubborn, brave and quick witted. I see him going through obstacles, then at the village. I see him entering the gate, I see him go insane. And I see him finding this book. I know you're reading this, and I advise you to go before it's too late. But knowing you, you would only go forward. Can I be honest? I had written tgousands of songs, from tales of heroes to tales of romance, in truth, in all my years of being alive, I have always wanted to be like the ones in my stories. The ones that ends with their true love. I was romantic yes, but isn't all poets are? I don't want to end up as Orpheus, to find the person he loves only to lose her. I don't want to wander lands singing sad ballads. If ever we have the chance to meet, would you willing to take me as your consort? It is sudden yes, for a stranger like me. But I have already loved you before I met you.

Sincerely,

The poet (name)"

D3rlord3 slowly closes the book, his hand trembling. He tucked the journal inside his bag, before walking towards the giant yellow gate, an exit towards this village and its remains.

"I'm sorry Avery. Until next time friend." Derek said as he watched his friend fall into the vast endless void. "And selfless, you're willing to sacrifice yourself to stop the king?" A familiar voice exclaimed, the knight turns around to see a familiar face smiling towards him.

He didn't rush towards her, he stood and stared. "Why did you do that?" (name) asked, "It's the only way to stop it and to save Avery." He replied, his hand gripping her journal, she caught sight if it, "It seems like you found it."

"Yeah."

He looked at her, hope in his eyes, "Does that mean you're finally free?" She looks at him, a sad smile plastered on her face, eyes looking down. "Back when the king took me, it tried to make me its vessel but it didn't work. The backlash, as I became part of it. What I see is it sees, to everything I do it's there. And you killed it—"

"Meaning you'll die alongside it." Derek finished, (name) nods, a solemn expression plastered on her face. Tears start to blur the Knight's vision, with many years if torture he finally let himself break, his breath shaky.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—I...! Fuck! I didn't know."

"It's okay. I'm happy. I finally broke free from its grasp, I should be thanking you." Derek snapped, "NO. This isn't what I planned, you're supposed to be free not...not this."

Derek starts to walk towards her, just as he stepped closer, the place around them changed. Instead of the endless void surrounding them, it was replaced by a field of flowers. The atmosphere turned water, as if they were underwater and were allowed to breathe.

Several strands of (name)'s hair began to float around her, haloing her like a deity. The knight could not help but stare in awe, he slowly lifted her hand, he bowed his head, as if pledging loyalty.

"We didn't have much time to know each other personally. But I knew who you are. If only fate had given us different plans then—" before she could finish, warm lips pressed against hers, Derek's mask was lifted to show the bottom of his face.

He pulled away, "I know. But even in our little time, I already knew I had fallen in love with you." Tears start to escape out of (name)'s eyes as it flows up. "I just wanted to save you."

"You already saved me."

"I'm glad."

Suddenly her body starts to float, the girl looks at her self before looking back, he was holding her hand, letting her float as he anchored her down.

"Maybe if fate had given us a chance, maybe in our next life, would you look for me again?"

"I promise."

She smiles at him, "Then I'm relieved." He lets go of her hand, and watches as her body ascends up, her figure growing smaller before the light finally engulfs her, leaving him alone.

The scene changes as he was back at the endless void he once stood, he stayed there standing and thinking, before letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, I hope fate gives us a chance."

And then he could hear a flatline.

RIP D3RLORD3/ DEREK HUTCHINS 2025-2026

Bruh his death makes me sad. I wanna cry dude, Holy peak of a story. Props to Wifies for creating such an amazing arg series, and his hard work along with the people who helped him.

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I MISS DRAWING BENEVA

Speedpaint

And

Final drawing

Took me 3 hours to finish wtf

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What if:

I write a novel similar to the situation of hazbin hotel but in my own version, plot, characters and themes. This gonna be a long rant.

Lucifer is a banished seraphim not because of his ideas like in the show but because of his rebellion of the heaven's order. He is not the only fallen angel but still be the first because after his fall, there are those who followed after him. His looks would be probably beautiful as he is described to be the most beautiful angel. But after a lot in hell, his looks changed slightly bit. Instead of our duck loving Lucifer in the show, I'll reshape him into a distant, loathing and struct person AS HE MADE LAW in hell.

Lilith just the same, would be the first woman created for Adam to have a friend. Lucifer tried tempting her, and their story goes with both of them falling in love, but the heavens saw this as a sin and banished her down. Her personality would be a loving mother

They both would have a child. But instead of charlie I'm replacing her with a character I created named lauriel. He would not create a hotel. No he's not sunshine and rainbows, he's literally the son of pride. He's morally grey.

His goal would be learning how to be a ruler since he's been overshadowed by his dad and the seven deadly sins berated him if he's fit to rule. That's why he would fit in with the lower demons to learn their lifestyle.

Story changes:

-hell isn't a chaotic place with bombing and stuff, sure there would be modern structures and stuff but that's all.

-lucifer, Beelzebub and leviathan would be open of the main lords to rule over hell. Lucifer still on too followed by Beelzebub and leviathan, since According to grimoires they are known as the unholy Trinity.

-hierchy wise, hellborns are higher than sinners. It wouldn't make sense for literal hellborns to be lower than dead humans.

-unlike hazbin the deeper the crime, the powerful you are to the point of overlord. In my version, the deeper the crime, the the severe the torture.

-hell has three palaces, the place of lords, hell's ground, and the lower ground. Place of lords is where lauriel and the other lords reside, hell's ground are for hellborns and sinners whose crime are much lesser and the lower ground is a lava hell like place where the worst souls are tortured eternally.

-the way you go to hell in hazbin hotel is commiting crime even small crimes or crimes with a reason, which did not make sense in my opinion. So to my story, in order to go to hell and heaven is passing a trial, if you committed crimes and repent then you have the chance to enter heaven. If you don't repent and deny God you are crushed down to hell and if your crimes are so intense.

-ars goetia would be different in my universe and would be included, but I'm not gonna put all 72 demons and only include the well known.

-lilith would disappear for 150 years.

-hellborns has access to the mortal world but there are limits and instructions. They can disguise themselves too.

-ill be including major well known angels, such as st. Michael, st. Francis and more.

-the heavens would be a different concept. There would be exorcists but there are also fighting angels, not just angels who are compassionate and love.

-like hell that has three palaces, heavens would also have sectors, for higher angels, lower angels and human souls residing in different sectors.

-sinners cannot and has the ability to feel hunger but still can eat.

-heaven and hell are in a long term battle.

-lauriel is engaged to an ars goetia.

-adam wouldn't be an asshole type of character but a man who sees humanity as his children, he would not be the leader of exorcists but an angel who oversees humanities improvement.

-the whole plot is lauriel learning how to be the perfect ruler while he deals with the angel crisis, since he is the heir and next in line.

So what do you all think? There's more but I decided to keep some off until someone says and agrees with my idea.

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Some scenes

Putting my oc over Lego Monkie kid scenes. I think it went okay. I like it

Here are the scenes I used:

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NEW OBSESSION

Starting to be obsessed with this oc.

Facts:

-her weapons are two katanas attached to her back. She doesn't use them at the same time, the other one is a backup. She is also a long ranged fighter, with a traditional bow.

-her robes are actually Miko robes or priestess robes.

-when she's in that form, her bow tilts downwards.

-the fur on her shoulder is her tail.

-has pointy ears but is covered by her hair.

-her hair longers when she transforms.

-can be a dual blade user.

-has only wore yutakata and kimono as other outfits. Prob wore casual outfit like three times.

-is very understanding, so much it irritates people. Some tried (jay and Kai) tried to ragebait her but backfired.

-easily irritated when in her other half form, making all her negative emotions go to that form, leaving her human form with the positive emotions.

-insecure of her canines.

More will be added soon.

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NINJAGO OC

Re watched ninjago, thought I'd make an oc with lore hahahahha.

Would be posting more about her character in the future

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DREAM

D3rlord3 so delulu, he starts to imagine and dream of things.

Anyways I'm an Elden ring fan so my reader's design is inspired by Marika and Miquella.

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The Knight yearns for The Poet

Made this artwork dedicated to my d3rlord3 oneshot.

I imagine you, the reader a female. You can imagine what gender or looks you want. (Uncolored version)

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GOLDEN BROWN

This is the continuation of my last one shot.

D3rlord3 X Poet!Reader

This story is inspired by Golden Brown, I just wanna be loved and Soldier, poet, king.

D3rlord3 stared at the strange tree in front of him. Weird. He thought, was it possible for Minecraft to generate this kind of tree? Or is it just a bug?

No, it can't be. The moss and the lack of other cave textures was enough to prove that something didn't feel right. His eyes darted towards the cave, beckoning him to continue, just as he took another step, he stopped.

Someone was with him.

He took another step, then stopped. He could hear another footstep. It was doing a bad job trying to match his pace. He puts it aside and continues, still listening to the following footsteps.

After a while of walking and stopping, he was finally at the end of the cave. He could see light.

The king stares at the poet. Awaiting. "Won't you sing?" Thousands of voices echoed through the chambers. Either a man, a woman, a child, or an elderly, all in sync as they directed towards the woeful poet, who sat at the throne's stairs.

Lyre in hand, its golden strings are untouched. You head layed on the gold stairs, your finger loosely around the graceful instrument.

Your body obeyed before your mind could think. A graceful and beautiful tune echoed, the king hums in satisfaction, his eyes darting towards the play. It was more entertaining with the song giving life.

As the strings played, your voice followed. The lyrics were made for what the king desires, yet your voice carried sorrow. The song was calm, but not the way you wanted it to be. It was eerie. But the king didn't mind, his vision focused on the actions.

But despite playing on the lyre and singing, you had other thoughts. Because you were watching him.

D3rlord3 stopped in his tracks and looks back, he could thousands of whispers. Words he couldn't determined, was it a warning? He didn't know. But that didn't stop him, he was unafraid, such words would not stop him in seeking what his curiosity wants.

Among those harsh whispers, was something. He perked up. It was a voice, different than the others. Gentle and soft, contrasting the harsh and violent voices that attacks him.

It was singing beautifully yet it carries sadness. He was entranced. So entranced that just a second he forgot what he was trying to look for.

Then it stopped.

He was snapped out of his trance, then he looked around. The whispers were gone, so did the singing voice. He frowned behind his golden helmet, but he brushed it off. He had to continue.

In the waters.

He breaths heavily, his body crouched behind the stone as he cave himself. He could feel it's presence, it was so close. His heart beating fast, he breaths quickens, he could feel it coming closer. Then he heard it.

"Be calm." It was the same voice, but it was not singing, it was talking to him. So he slows his breathing, heart paced normally. Then the presence was gone.

He breaks the blocks that covers him, he looks around to see no one. Then he asked, thinking about the voice that talked to him, "Who are you?" He waited for a moment before an answer came, "I am merely a poet."

"A poet huh? Tell me, how does a poet able to talk with me through my mind?" The kinget asked. It was quiet.

Then, the poet answered, "That, I cannot answer. I suggest that you leave this place. You have seen the horror that was following you, so why continue?"

"I want my answers."

"The journey would be far dangerous. Wouldn't it be better to leave?"

"That won't stop me."

The poet sighs, "You are quite stubborn." D3rlord3 didn't reply as he jumps back in he water and continued swimming for his journey. Then he came across tunnels. A hundred of them, for a while he looks around, then he picked one.

As he swam father inside the tunnel, he approached a two way tunnel. The voice tells him, "Don't go left." Instead of obeying, he went left, opposite of the warning.

He encountered six more two way tunnels. And everytime the voice warns him to never go left. He did the opposite.

The poet chuckles bitterly, "You have disobeyed every warning I said. How stubborn can you be?" D3rlord3 wanted to reply, but couldn't as he was holding his breath.

Just as he continues, he could hear the poet sing again. He listened, and like before he was put into a trance.

Finally he could see light above. He swam up, then he was in a lake. Surrounded by the same rectangular trees.

Then he continues.

Like a detective solving a mystery, he went around the place, hoping to find some clues that would lead him somewhere. And during his search, the voice talks to him.

The poet asked questions about himself, which he only gave vague answers to. Despite the useless and small talks, he would not admit but he enjoyed it. He would hear the poet hums a song, then ask him questions and give him warnings that he should not continue.

Their voice was the only thing that kept him sane from being alone, well alone with whatever was following him.

Although, he wanted to ask why they kept on insisting to go back, to leave and forget whatever happened to him. He asked that once, only to receive silence. Then a short answer, "I cannot tell the reason."

He went back towards the lake, as he breaks the blocks where he kept the chest and hopper, he noticed it immediately. He jumps back into the water to look at the hole he patched up. It was still closed.

He swam back. Then he stood. "Something's here. I don't know if it can hear me. But I'm not taking any chances." He said quietly. He waited for his voice companion's reply, but received none, only a gentle breathing.

"I'm not scared by my gut says I have to keep moving." Since passed for a moment, not a single sound can be heard.

"Maybe I am scared." He admits, "Would it make you feel better if I say, I'm scared for you as well?" The poet laughs, bring a small smile at d3rlord3's face. "Wouldn't this suggest that you have to leave? It's getting more and more strange."

"No I need to continue." He only received a defeated sigh.

How many minutes or hours since he has been looking everywhere in this awful abandoned village. His eyes were already hurting by the constant use of yellow in the structure builds.

As he was searching, the voice kept talking to him. Instead of warning like it used to, it comforts him. Whenever he feels stressed, he could hear their soft whispers as it talks to him.

Telling him it's okay.

It would sing for him, as a way of comfort. Voice dripping like honey, and goddamn it, he would never get tired being mesmerized by their voice.

He would never admit it out loud, but during his journey towards the answer, the poet was his only companion. And slowly he yearned to know what they were, what they looked like.

It may sound cliche as you think, but was he yearning. They were like a poison, and he would drink it with no hesitation even if it kills him. How tragic, yet so addictive.

"Are you okay?"

"I want to know you."

Silence followed. Then, "I'm sorry." The voice disappeared, d3rlord3 stands immediately. "Hey! Are you there?"

How long can you take till your mind spirals out of control. The lyre was forgotten on the ground, your hand on your hair as you gripped your locks, ignoring the stinging pain on your scalp.

It was finally getting to you. This wasn't supposed to happen, you only wanted to warn him. Make him go away from this place, and to never look back. You didn't mean to.

The king watches his poet, they were going ballistic. He was amused, he was aware of their interference in trying to stop the knight. But fate has plans, and their interference only fueled the Knight's search.

He knew this would happen. He was amused.

They were slowly going insane but they held hope.

You could see it. D3rlord3 was just at the other side of the door. He was so close yet so far. You closed your eyes, sending at least one message.

"Please, leave. Don't open the door." You plead.

And thus, the door opens. You look up, the knight stares at you, but not just that also behind you. The king smiled. And finally the act reaches the conclusion.

The king, the poet and the knight finally meet.

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𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

───│↝𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 2 months, 62 days, 1488 hours, 89,280 minutes and 5,356,800 seconds since you have been sucked inside the yellow chambers.

You had been counting the seconds ever since you entered, it was the only way to keep you from going insane. The music kept playing in the background, yet you paid no mind. Flashes of possibilities enter your thoughts as you try to blur them out.

You didn't know how much you could take till you snapped. The isolation, it kept you up, you weren't scared because you were alone. You were scared because you were alone with 𝐢𝐭.

𝐈𝐭 stares at you, observing. Counting the days when you finally succumb to madness, but you stay strong and stubborn. Refusing to abide by its rule.

You got used to 𝐢𝐭𝐬 constant staring, maybe a month ago. You didn't know. Your eyes hurt by the same color, you had already forgotten what other colors looked liked. The world around your view bleeds yellow, and you can't help but stare at it.

You can hear 𝐢𝐭. The voices of the play. The emotions, whether it's sad, happy, angry, afraid or just something. Your breath quickens and slows, you flinch, and eyes darting everywhere. You looked like you were about to snap any moment.

Yet you refused. Despite the overwhelming anxiety, fear and anything you're feeling right now. You still held yourself, even if the darkness and insanity is slowly creeping in, tormenting you. But you had hope, because you can see. A vision. That something or someone is coming, and you waited.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 stares at the poor soul. Trembling, flinching, breathing heavily. He could almost laugh at their pathetic form, yet he didn't. He could see it, the past, the future, the possibilities of them. He is amused by their sheer willingness and determination not to succumb in insanity.

He smiled, although it cannot be seen behind his yellow long veil, a shadow cast over. No one has ever seen his face, better question yet, does he have one?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 watched the poet, voice shaky, could not sing nor talk. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 watched, isn't it a poet's duty to sing for their king? Instead of ballads and songs, whimpers and breaths left their mouth.

"He's almost here..." The poet said, making 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 look at them, as he expected, because he knows they will. Although seeing it personally surprised him, only a little.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 hums, the place around shaking because of a simple sound of his voice. But you didn't pay attention, nor did you care. Because you also expected it, you have always expected it.

But you weren't always expecting things back then. Maybe that's the reason to what lead you to your present situation.

If had you not been so curious, so foolish, and so ignorant. Maybe this would have not happened. You were just a poet, wanting to be seen by your voice. Craving for attention that stumbling upon a message lead you to your demise.

Attention was given to you, but at what cost? The knowledge? The knowledge of many things that flooded into your mind, that all your unanswered questions and curiosity already answered? You are left with nothing. Everything already has an answer, so what else to think?

If you had been careful with you actions maybe you wouldn't even be in this place-!

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

The knight stood in front of the yellow golden door. His questions are gonna be answered, and it's beyond this door. But a voice echoes at the back of his mind.

The same voice that kept telling him to go back ever since he began his journey into this unknown world. Voice soft, yet it carries sorrowful and fearful words, as it sang to his ear. Warning him to not continue.

But that was the reason. The voice. He wanted to know who owned those gentle and soft voice, whose words were the opposite that were urgent and pleading. He wanted to know why was the voice wanting him to stop.

"Please leave. Don't open the door." The voice pleads again.

"But I wanna know who you are." He responds.

And so he pushed the door.

This is just a short oneshot about d3rlord3 from Wifies' Minecraft Arg "Finding a world that doesn't exist". Go check it out to understand the whole reason for this oneshot.

A little summary of the oneshot:

You're a poet, who craves to be seen. And just like d3rlord3, you are lured into solving mysteries and finding the golden door. You are stuck inside the gigantic door as the king's poet or the play's musician or voice.

You are also the voice that warns d3rlord3, about his actions. Since you are filled to the brim of knowledge of the past, present and future and all other things. You are aware of his existence and tried to warn him as much as possible to drive him away, not end in the same situation as you. But your voice only drives d3rlord3 into the mystery. So the seven times he turned left, is seven times you had told him to not go left.

I made the concept that the king in yellow, is either an entity or the second act of the play.

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After Hours

Soshiro Hoshina x reader

Rated E

As a researcher working for the JAKDF, you occasionally worked closely with the soldiers on the front line. You had first crossed paths with Soshiro Hoshina when you had joined R&D as an intern during your PhD and he had just joined the third division. He was charming and the two of you had fallen into a habit of flirting with one another at any opportunity. This lasted throughout your internship and has continued during your work as full-time employee.

It wasn’t until a couple of years in that anything actually happened. One particularly rowdy staff party led to the two of you making out in the bathroom, practically inhaling one another as your hands greedily pulled at each other’s clothes to reach warm skin. He had you pressed against the door, tugging one of your thighs onto his hip and grinding against your hot centre. You two managed to decide that you weren’t about to fuck in a public bathroom, but before you were able to leave the party together, you’d both been pulled away to separate groups, blue-balled by your co-workers.

It wasn’t long after that that you’d found the Vice Captain sitting outside your office after a hectic extermination, covered in God knows what, and he followed you to your room quietly. This was the start of whatever it was you were doing.

Read the rest on AO3

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New book is out! It's an animator vs animation/ animation vs Minecraft fanfic. Thought I'd post some drawings about the characters and the reader on how I visualize them. Credits to Kimmythefish on TikTok for the design inspiration.

I was too lazy to draw them but have this.

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To those who had read my story about Ben 10 omniverse x oc. I'm sorry if I can't upload more chapters due to too much school work and stress annnnddd writer's block. Though, I will update drawings since drawing gives me peace and focus whenever I'm stressed at school.

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⚠️TW⚠️: This content contains abuse. To those who are sensitive with this suggestive theme may scroll pass, be warned.

Before you continue, The drawing of Eva being half naked does not make me sexualize a minor character. As I am a minor myself and I am not comfortable being naked for uncomfortable purposes. The art is purposely created to show her past trauma in her backstory. It is not an intention to make her naked so I can sexualize her, it is the intent to show a person's pain and experience through certain situations.

Her story is inspired by someone I know and I had the consent from that someone to post this content. I am also spreading awareness to those people who went through the same with my character and acquaintance.

It is never to late to seek help. Take care and God bless you all.