i know this pic is all over the place but i had to

@victuuri-week Day 4 - *Smash Bros voice* FREE FOR ALL!!!

*cough* Sorry, I’m reading it like this everytime lmao. I love mermaid AUs too much, and since I used the “Mythos AU” day with something else, I decided to do it today! It’s my birthday, so i’m happy I got to draw some mermaids for today XD

Just a few HCs to go with this pic (english isn’t my first language, sorry if anything comes out wrong or doesn’t make sense):

  • Yuuri had a really bad breakdown and tried to kill himself by jumping on the stormy sea. 
    • Viktor was just swimming by when he found Yuuri, already passed out, and without even thinking saved him and carried him to the beach.
    • Yuuri regained his senses momentary, and the only thing he could say when he saw the figure leaning over him was “Beautiful”.
  • Viktor gets immediately smitten with this human, but he know he shouldn’t stay for longer since anyone could see him now out in the open (he was already going to get in trouble for letting this man see him). So, full of regret for not being able to stay by his side, he jumps back on the sea, and watch from behind some rocks as someone founds the man passed out and calls for help.
  • Yuuri wakes up in a hospital, his entire family crying and hugging him and begging him not to do that again. He immediately feels bad for giving up so easily and making them cry so much, and hugs them back, apologizing.
    • Later, when they are calmer, he asked who was the long-haired man that helped him off of the sea. But everyone just seems confused by this and inform him that he was found lying alone at the beach by a passerby. 
  • But Yuuri was sure there was someone else, and when he gets discharged, he goes back to the little beach, looking at the sea, without really knowing what to do. 
  • After that, he goes there everyday, and while that worries his parents, he actually seems a lot less down when he is by the sea, so they let him go (Mari keeps messaging him every 5 minutes to be sure he is alright, tho).
    • Everyday, there is a pair of cerulean eyes underwater staring back at him.

…I got carried away lmao (I didn’t had this written down and came up with some parts rn, sorry if it’s messy XD). Thanks if you read this all!!

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I’d forgotten to post these screenshots here so here goes:
For a long time I’ve had Tokyo Alice in my wishlist of VNs to read through, because as you can see, it looks real pretty, and also I’m just actually in love with all Alice in Wonderland iterations in Japanese pop culture (don’t judge me!).

I finally read through it last weekend (it’s very short), and it was worth it! It was kinda sweet (though a bit conventional too), had a great atmosphere and shared both a few themes & a certain background picture with Umineko, as seacats will recognise from the first pic. :p

I know lots of folks prefer the PS3 art and that’s totally fair, but I also genuinely honestly love to see how VNs use filtered photographic backgrounds from places all over the world to create their own atmosphere. Tokyo Alice was the first VN I’d seen where the devs used mostly lighting/contrast to produce a surreal/dreamy sense of place, instead of the usual oil filter, and it honestly worked pretty well!

property pt.3 (l.h)

oh and if you’re gonna be rude about my opinion or my way of seeing arzaylea in this story, please leave the premises thank you:)

I push Luke off, wiping my mouth and staring at him with disbelief.

“Princess, you don’t want to go to Cell 23, do you?” He smiles at me. He had to be fucking kidding me.

“To be honest, I’d rather go.” I scoff and turn around, going to god knows where. I can hear Luke call my name and I just ran, ran to any place to get away from him. As I turn around the corner, I bump into someone, making them spill their liquid they were holding and it got all over my clothes.

“Hey, why don’t you fucking watch where you’re going, hm?” A woman’s voice says, getting up and wiping off her apron. “Great, now I have tea all over my shirt.” I look up as her long nails scratch her apron as she dusts off her apron. She sees me staring and rolls her eyes. “Don’t you have to go and polish some silverware, slave?” She spits.

“Excuse me,” I stand up, “but last time i heard, this was Luke Hemming’s house, not someone who was carrying tea for him.” She walks towards me, her eyes glaring until we both hear Luke clear his throat.

“Sir,” the girl says, turning around, her hands now together.

“Arzaylea, I see you’ve met my new servant.”

“Well, your new servant just spilled your favorite herbal tea all over the carpet.” I was about to say something, but Luke he put up his hand, probably knowing I was gonna cuss her ass out.

“Well, make some more then. She’s not used to the house.” He says, giving her his handkerchief.

“Sir, that took me 45 minutes to perfect for you.”

“Then waste another 45 minutes,” he says, growling at her, “and make it two.” He says, looking at me. She looks back at me and gives me some sort of death look.

“Sir, may I talk to you?” She grabs his arm and takes him around the corner. Okay, I knew I stood up to Luke, but she could grab him like that? Even I was afraid to do that. Even Ashton.

Luke’s POV

“What the fuck is your problem?” Arzaylea growls at me, handing me back my handkerchief. “‘She’s here for two seconds and you already found yourself a new sex toy?” I laugh at her gesture. I could see her cheeks flare up red and I watch as she take her apron off, exposing her cleavage popping through her black low cut shirt.

“May I remind you, you work for me?” I mention.

“Don’t give me that shit, you know I’m much more than that,” she creeps her hand up my shoulder and rubs it, her face getting closer to mine. “Remember when I was the only one that wanted to stay here? Remember when you picked me off the dirty ass streets and saved me? Remember us?” She says, then she places a long kiss on my lips, her lipstick probably getting all over my face. Then she pulls away, her eyes glaring at me. “But now that bitch shows up, you’re not gonna give me any attention?”

“She’s special.” That was all I could say. I didn’t want to talk to Arzaylea. I just needed to leave.

She clicks her tongue and takes her hand off my shoulder. “Well, have fun but when you’re in the mood to fuck and SHE’S not around, don’t come crying to me.” And with a whip of her hair, she turns around, walking towards the elevators. I turn back around the corner and Y/N was gone, the big tea stain still on the ground. God damn it, I was probably gonna have to get used to this.


“So, she blamed you for spilling her tea?” Ashton says, wiping off the tea on my shirt. He gets off my bed and walks over to my bag to grab another shirt.

“Yup. Who is she anyway?” I get up and slip off my herbal scented shirt and threw over to the chair. Ashton turns around and his eyes widen and his mouth drops open. I laugh at his gesture. “Can I have my shirt?” He snaps out of it and throws me the navy blue sweater, and then sits back down.

“Uh, Luke saved her from getting raped from some dudes and they’ve been fucking nonstop since they were like 16.”

“Yeah, I have a question about that,” I say, sitting back on the bed, joining Ashton, “if Luke is 19, and I’m 18, and he’s been doing this for like 4 years…” Ashton laughs and runs his fingers through his fluffy hair. Well it looked fluffy.

“His parents started this, he just carried on their legacy when he turned 17.”

“What happened to his parents?”

“They moved to Europe for retirement.”

“But they can’t be that old.”

“Oh, they’re not. But they’re rich, so they can retire at whatever age they want. Hell, they could’ve retired at age 20 if they wanted.” We both laugh.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna get through a year of this fucker constantly trying to make me his little sex toy.” I said, burying my head in the pillow.

Ashton laughs. “Well, that’s what I meant when girls don’t even last the year.” Then, we both hear this beeping and I looked around, wondering where it was coming from. Ashton bursts into laughter at my reaction and sighs. “That’s your arm,” he laughs.

“Oh,” I laugh along with him. I look down at my arm and watch as the notification start to form in my arm.

“It’s 8:30. Time for dinner.” Ashton says, jumping off the bed and walks toward the door, with me following behind.

“Why so late?”

“We had to show the servants around and stuff, it’s stressful. But once the schedule is fixed, we usually eat at 7.” Ashton says, closing my door, leading me towards the elevator.

We enter the dining hall and the table was fucking long. There was even at least 5o left over seats that no one took. On the table, there was a long line of different foods, from rotisserie chicken, to salads, to pastas. It was like the last supper times 50. Ashton chuckles at my amazement about how I’ve never seen this much food and places his hand on my back, leading me to two empty seats that happened to be right across from Ashley.

“Y/N, oh my god, it feels like fucking forever.” She says with a full mouth of pasta. I laugh and nod my head in agreement.

“This is Ashton, one of Luke’s assistants,” I say, taking my seat. Ashley looks at me with wide eyes and winks one of them at me. I mouth her no, and also thanking god that Ashton didn’t see that. We continued to eat for about 10 minutes until we all hear a glass clinking and the clearing of a throat. Damn it. I look up from my food and look at Luke, who was staring right back at me and Ashton. He realizes that he was staring and turned his attention back to the girls.

“Welcome to the first dinner as a part of the Hemmings team, unfortunately, the rest of our dinners will not be like this, unless for a special occasion. But, usually, we eat in different lunches. It’s in your rules, follow them well.” He tips his glass, “To a new life.” He glances over at me and takes a sip, along with the rest of us. He sits back down, not taking his eyes off me and Ashton. I would throw him a couple of glances now and then but I tried really hard not to look at him and hope he wouldn’t acknowledge me.

“Is he usually this nice?” asks Ashley.

“No, not at all. I mean, he could be if he was in a good mood but he will make you do the stupidest things in the world. From brushing his dogs teeth to getting up at 4 in the morning to go jogging with him.” Ashton says, taking a sip of the wine in front of us. “But he makes me do that, and everyone’s tasks are different.”

“I really want to see his stage room. I heard he has all of these guitars and instruments there and I really want to try them out.” Ashley exclaims, putting her napkin down. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder and I thought it was Ashton, but looking over at him, we both looked up to the very intimidating Luke standing above us, his tie changed and his teeth taking in his lip ring.

“May I see you Y/N?” he says, with everyone else staring at us. I hesitated a bit and looked over at Ashton, who gave me the it’s okay look. I took a long sigh and placed my napkin on the table, standing up and following Luke outside of the dining hall. Once the door was shut, he grabs my wrists and pins me up against a small table right outside the hall.

“I said you were to stay away from Ashton.” He growls at me, his grip tightening on my wrists.

“Ashton and I are friends, something I’m gonna need if I’m staying in this hellhole for another year.”

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but there aren’t any friends in hell.”

“Why do you target me? Or is this something you just enjoy?” I say, whimpering at the pain he tightens around my wrist.

“You’re just different and I like that,” he says.

“Just because I don’t want to be your little sex toy or I am the only one that doesn’t fall her knees, doesn’t make me different.”

“It’s not that, you’re just different. I see it in your eyes.” He says, staring down his face getting closer to mine.

“Listen here dickwad, I’m only here to work for you, not to be your sex toy, so if you want that, you might as—“

And suddenly he laughs at me, interrupting me. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” My eyes widen as I watch him take his lip ring in between in teeth.

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“Because you find me resistible when obviously, I’m not.” I couldn’t believe him. I pushed him and he stumbles back on his feet.

“One, just because I don’t want to get in your pants doesn’t mean I’m a virgin. Two, if you want my respect, drop the whole fuck boy act and start acting like an adult. You might be 19, but you have the hormones of a 15 year old.” And like that, I left him, entering back into the dining hall, rubbing my now bruised wrists, grabbing a seat besides Ashton.

okay im super sorry this took long and its really short

heres why

im updating angels vs demons pt. 2, nice to see you again pt. 2, ceo luke pt. 5, and i have like three other fanfics im doing ANDDDD i have a lot of homework and three tests to study this weekend and i have to do volunteer hours and stuff sooooo im sorry if im not on in a long time and i promise i will get my shit together

request pt. 4

This is where I art… :P I’m not obsessed with Tokyo Ghoul and certainly not obsessed with Ayato Kirishima and I don’t know what you’re talking about

Far right you can almost see my writing table/place too. (gonna send pics soon) Mind you, I got my stuff one by one over time by working hard ‘cause I don’t know about other places but art supplies are pretty expensive in Iran. One colored pencil, one marker, one pen, all of these I got one at a time. The counters/tables I got from my brother when he stopped needing them a couple of months ago. Like, before that I sat on the floor to draw and I didn’t have a table at all but hey what’s the difference really? What I had to begin drawing again after years since my brother died I stopped drawing and writing, was a pencil and a pen and a few sheets of paper. 

That, plus so much love for stories.


From What I've Gathered...

We’re all frustrated. I’m not going to defend Taylor right now; it’s frustrating to have the showmance shoved all over the place and Karlie completely disregarded. I hate it. She had her fifteen seconds in the video, all of her friends except for Gigi, who worked (but flew to LA and hung with Taylor not long ago), were at the BBMAs, while she was missing. Not only is that suspicious, its confusing. Why fly back from Cannes if not to attend the BBMAs? I get not wanting to sit with the cow, but the solution to that is to take a different seat, and since Gigi had to work, she could have sat in her seat. I know she bearded for Josh at a wedding in New York yesterday, which DOES explain flying back, but she had zero obligations today that she clued us in on…the only thing we got was a pic on a beach. I think what’s lacking for a lot of people here is that this story is not adding up, and the feeling like Taylor is hurting/pushing away someone who she has been very close to until these last few months. We get trying to no longer look like they’re living in a glass closet, but now that they both have beards, why can’t they have their public time back? Straight people will believe the friendship angle now, its not like anyone except our ship really believes in the coupling, and the showmance has lost us some followers. So…i think its time for them to bend a little on this angle. If team Swift is so paranoid about us making a big deal of how they look at each other, put them in sunglasses, let them go to lunch, hell, they can take Gigi and let it be a good time. Its been months, the ship hasn’t sunk and will not sink, so solve this! Its time for some sort of girls day that includes everyone. There better be a plan for everything if not, like Taylor doing something really nice for karlie at some point!