drew my oc again
No need to download! It's a web-based game that should work on mobile too.
The art and overall story are made by yours truly while the OST is created by our beloved @naraven. There are currently 2 CGs and 2 OSTs available, and depending on the reception I might continue beyond the common route since I already have most sprites done <3
This is something I had been pondering about making for a while since my blog has reached it's 2nd year mark so I made this under 3 days. I love you all. Thank you for sticking around. Here's the link to the game. I hope you enjoy it <3.
For context, please read this fic first!
Characters currently present in this short chapter:
Captain Dainsleif, Diluc Ragnvindr, Waitress Alice & Rosaria, Chief Albedo, Prince ???????, Lord Kamisato, and Justice Ajax.
Description:
Greetings, I am Diluc Ragnvindr. Welcome to Southern Gaciea. Unlike the North, East, and the West, the South is a tourist spot for outsiders. It's a closed off country, so outlanders will need to submit their documents to the department of domestic affairs. Perhaps you do not remember, but you've encountered many interesting individuals upon your arrival such as… Captain Dainsleif, the famous Western knight turned retainer for both Prince Lumine and her missing brother, Prince Aether; Lord Kamisato, the Eastern noble who controls Gaciean trade with just a flick of a wrist; Chief Albedo, the Head of Domestic Affairs and Chief Alchemist from unknown origins; Justice Ajax, the unreasonable Northern politician whom I often argue with; …And, of course, Duke Ragnvindr, the Southern Head of Military Affairs. That would be me. It's a shame you no longer remember much of our time together, (Y/n). I assure you, I can make you feel at home in this universe. But— you're not planning to leave South Gaciea soon, are you? ♥
Dev note: pssst, you might get some extra dialogue if you put these as your name (more will be added soon cuz that aint all my moots >:((( i need to code more efficiently smh.)
Shiro, Ven, Navina, Mei, Mochi, Ana
PLEASE DONATE. The typhoon didn't hit me but it hit places near me and my province even though I live in the region where the typhoon hit(I'm so lucky and so grateful). Philippines is a very poor country with a corrupt fucking government. They will not do anything to help the people.
Hell, if you donate at least 15$+ (750 pesos for Filipinos) I'll draw anything for you to the best of my ability. Legit art of your oc, fandom or ABSOLUTELY ANYTHInG. Just please please donate. You have no idea how hard this hit so many lives. I'm begging
Yesterday, November 1, 2020, Typhoon Rolly (international name Goni) hit the central part of Luzon, Philippines.
source: https://twitter.com/DrJeffMasters/status/1322676688002625536?s=20
Like the tweet said, it is the most powerful tropical cyclone to hit landfall in recorded history.
The typhoon has now passed, but the aftermath is bad. Houses destroyed, farmlands flooded, and many, many evacuees. If you would like to see what’s going on, check the hashtag #RollyPH on Twitter, there’s a lot, which brings me to the most important point
You can donate to help relief operations.
There are many donation drives currently being circulated on Twitter, and you can find them by searching the #ReliefPH hashtag, here are just a few that I’ve found that have an option to donate through PayPal.
source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104274335719425?s=20
source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104255750799361?s=20
source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104250612756481?s=20
source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104238461878273?s=20
source: https://twitter.com/KayaNatinPH/status/1322819406578155520?s=20
This is just the tip of the iceberg, a lot of people in my country are trying their absolute best to chip in and help those affected, but help from outside would definitely be something that could go a long way.
If you can’t donate, maybe a reblog could bring this post to people who could.
Thank you for reading. Stay safe and healthy, everybody.
OH MY GOD DILUCS NWSKIN
I'mLOSING MY FUCKING MIND
everybody look at this masterpiece rn
I asked them to sign it just for you; in case you’ve been having a rough day/week/year - or are missing you’re faves after Endgame.
Share to spread their love! ❤
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In and Out
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN! Reader
Third POV
Themes: ANGST
!Warnings!: Death
About: You're fatally shot during a mission and Ghost tries to make your last moments peaceful.
Notes: Some angst for y'alllll. Sorry if this one is a little short but I didn't want to drag this one out too much. Call sign name for you here is Foxy. Enjoy! (If you can). 😈
It hurts..
It hurts so fucking much.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t fucking breathe.
It hurts to breathe, it hurts so much.
“Foxy! Stay with me!”
What? Who was that?
“Foxy!!”
The voice. It sounds..so familiar. Who is it?
“Hmhm..” I whimpered, feeling the pain souring throughout my body.
I could feel someone pressing on my stomach harshly but couldn’t make out who it was.
“Foxy, can you hear me?”
“Yes.” I croaked out, still not being able to see who it was.
There was a bright white light blocking my vision. The sun? I wasn’t sure what it was, but I couldn’t see.
“I..can’t see.”
“Hold on.” The voice told me.
In the next second, I felt a very cold feeling get placed on my forehead and get rubbed down my neck and back up on my face. The more they rubbed it, the more my vision started clearing up. I felt as if I could breathe again, but was met with a strong, stinging pain as I did that. Despite not being able to see, I could hear various voices conversing with each other and some even arguing with each other. But I could not make out what they were saying.
“..fuck.” I croaked.
“Easy there, love.”
That voice. I know it now. Ghost. It’s Ghost. I turned towards my right to find Ghost staring down at me, his dark, brown eyes full of worry, something I have never seen from the Lieutenant.
“L-Lituenant?”
“Bloody fucking Jesus. I thought we lost you.” Ghost said in relief, squeezing my hand.
Wait, he’s holding my hand? Why is he holding my hand? What? I stared down at him holding my hand but I don’t think he noticed that I caught that.
“Ghost-”
“Simon. Call me, Simon.”
Simon Riley is his full name. I knew that already, but the fact that he was giving me permission to call him by his legal name? What is going on? What happened?
“Simon..it hurts.” I groaned, holding my wound.
“I know. I know, Foxy. We got the bleedin’ to stop finally and we are on our way to medical now. You’re going to be okay, Foxy.” Ghost, or Simon, reassured me, still keeping hold of my hand.
“What..” I paused, wincing from my wound, “what happened?’
“Fucking sniper that we didn’t see..I am so sorry, Foxy.” Simon apologized again.
Why was he apologizing so much? I have never seen Simon act like this before. I managed to get a glimpse and..there was blood. A lot of it. It stained through my clothes and was on the ground. There was so much. So much.
“Simon..” I croaked, feeling myself get weaker and weaker.
“What is it, Foxy?”
No. I couldn't ask him of this. It's not my right.
“Foxy, whatever it is, just tell me.”
“Why the mask?” I asked.
I could tell Simon was a bit shocked by my question but his eyes never hindered any annoyance nor irritation.
“It's to hide me face. Have I never told you?”
I shook my head, my memory being fuzzy. My eyes ended up staring into my Lieutenant's eyes. I never realized what pretty eyes he had. Despite never seeing his face, I always thought he was handsome. He was hard on me, but also kind to me, seeing as he and I went through the same thing as we grew up. He understood me.
“Foxy?” Simon calls me.
“Yeah?”
Simon froze for a second as he reached for the bottom of his balaclava. Is he..? No he wouldn't. I'm not that special. Unless.. Simon pulled his balaclava up just enough up to his forehead. My heart began racing as I saw my Lieutenants face for the first time. And by God was he handsome.
“S-Simon.” I struggled to speak, the pain becoming too much.
“What is it?”
“It..hurts.”
Simon then leaned in, his forehead touching mine as I could feel tears running down my face.
“I know, Foxy. I'm sorry.” Simon was apologetic.
It's now or never, Foxy. You better tell him now. You're getting weaker and weaker by the minute.
“S-Simon..I..”
“You wha’?” He frantically asked.
It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. I can barely breathe at this point. Simon held my hand tighter, as if he knew what was going on.
“I…love you.”
Simon's eyes went wide, hearing what I just croaked out. I swear I could see tears forming in his eyes, something else I have never seen before. Simon rubbed my forehead, his touch burning my skin but it comforted me at the same time. He then leaned in and his lips touched my forehead, and remained there for a few seconds. His lips were so soft. So soft. And I never felt butterflies in my stomach before until now. For the first time ever, at this very moment. Simon pulled back, staying close to me.
“I love you too, Foxy. You are a great soldier and fighter. You fought so well.” Simon complimented me.
I felt a warm feeling emit my face. Was I blushing? I couldn't tell, to be honest. My head was so fuzzy and my body was so weak. My eyes wandered down again to my wound but I felt Simon’s fingers grab my chin and make me face him.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“O..kay.”
It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I felt so tired too. I wanted to shut my eyes, but I knew what would happen if I did.
“Simon.”
“Yes, love?”
Love.
“I'm tired.” I whimpered.
I was never religious, but I was scared. Scared of what could be on the other side.
“I know, Foxy. If you want to, then you can go. I'm right here.” Simon comforted me.
Knowing my Lieutenant was here for me helped me. A little. I just professed my love for him and now here we are. Simon continued to rub my forehead and kept eye contact with me, his brown doe eyes soothing my nerves. He had a scar on his upper lip that suited him. And blonde shaggy hair that wasn't super long but was due for a trim. It's getting harder and hard..
“Foxy?”
“Foxy?”
I suddenly felt a jolt in my spine, as if a shockwave went through my body.
“What, what?” I said, feeling as though I got resurrected but the pain was still there.
“You're okay, love. You're okay.” Simon cooed to me.
I have never heard him be so comforting and kind before, let alone to me. I almost felt like I didn't deserve it.
“Did I?”
“Almost.” Simon answered.
It weirdly felt peaceful, like I was just drifting off to sleep normally. It felt great, but now the pain was back.
“Foxy..” Simon called me once again.
I turned to him, seeing remnants of tears that had fallen down his face before. He then leaned down and his lips were on mine. I kissed back the best I could even though it was hard to move my lips. I didn't understand what was even happening anymore but it felt so good. So good that I could almost ignore the imminent pain in my stomach. After a few seconds, Simon pulled away but kept his forehead on mine.
“You can rest now, Foxy.” Simon struggles to get the words out.
I knew what that meant. But I felt okay.
“Simon..”
My eyes were getting heavy, I can't even move my fingers any-
“I love you..”
It hurt to breathe, I couldn't do it anymore. I choked back saying those words and felt my mind go numb and the bright sun blind my vision to pure white. I felt like I was floating, floating forever and above ground. The pain was gone and I was forever floating.
“Foxy?”
“Oh Foxy…”
…
END
BUT THEY'RE SO CUTE
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Alright, can I just... Say something? Can we talk about the erasure of non-Eastern asians in fanfics? I'm not kidding, they're actively erased.
When fanfic writers are describing asian readers it's always distinctly eastern asian traits. Small noses. V shaped faces. Pale skin?? Those are all HEAVILY tied with japan and korea EXCLUSIVELY. Chinese, Iranian, Indian and Indonesian people don't identify with these traits. At all.
You don't get to say "reader is asian" and then give the reader distinctly eastern asian features. You're not only saying you view all asians looking like the japan/korea standard of beauty, but that japan and korea are the only ones who come to mind.
SMAUs especially. I like the aesthetic photos y'all post for instagrams. It's cute. But something that really ticks me off is when you say "here's what reader looks like for reference!" And then this is it
Like. You're targeting an EXTREMELY specific group of Asians. Chinese people arent gonna look and go wow this looks like me! Indonesians aren't. Filipinos aren't.
If you're gonna cater to only Japanese/Korean readers then say so. I'm tired of opening up a fanfic and seeing only the beauty standard and traits of those two ethnicities.
I don't have a v shaped face. I have a square and strong jaw. Not all asians have a v shaped face.
I'm not pale. Not all asians are pale.
And yes, you describing only Japanese and Korean features as the sole asian look is actively erasing other asian ethnicities. You're not doing it on purpose, but youre setting the standard that that's what a majority of Asians look like. It's not.
If your fanfic caters only to the looks of japanese and korean people just say so at the start instead of leading a bunch of people on.