#(my shading is getting worse and worse oops)

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 (tent)ative enemies - e2l, camping request

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content: friendgroup camping trip, e2l vibes, banter, tension, penetrative sex (unprotected), make out, tent sex oop, backshots, hair pulling, one slap to the ass, big dick jk, creampie, fluff lowkey, argument / angry confession (very cheesy)

note from cherry: omg i love this sm (this is a cloud anonie request so everyone mentally say thank yewww to our baby)

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"Who's idiotic idea was this again?" Miso asks, the thumping of her boots heavy on the soil,

"Jungkook's who else" you reply, rustling through leaves and branches, the striking heat burning the top of your head

He gruffs, pushing you slightly with his arm

"Might wannna hit the gym more, i'm chilling" very evidently, Jungkook is lying. The sweat trickling of the side of his face, the stains on his grey tank top and the pink hue on his honey toned skin are obvious indicators that the stupid, exhausting hiking- camping trip is getting to him.

Just like it has been getting to you and the three remaining people

Miso, someone who barely gets out of the house, has it the worst.

She's been complaining about it ever since the first hour of the trip

Brilliant idea.

Jimin and Taehyung are dealing with it as dramatically as expected

"Oh my god we need to take a break" jimin huffs, his hands pushing on his thighs with every step forward,

"I know right. Kook how much is left?" Tae agrees, moving his head torwards the younger male

"An hour. How many times have i told you it's a three hour trip" his reply makes your blood boil,

This all-knowing, cocky, ego attitude of Jungkook is unbareable

And you'd have to endure it for a total of two and a half days

You have been enduring it for two hours straight and it's to the point where one more stupid comment will make you burst

Worse than the sun burning your head, worse than the sweat ruining your freshly washed hair

"We're not taking another fucking break tae just push through"

Miso rolls her eyes too, shooting you a look to which you only manage to shrug,

"I told you" resting at the tip of your tongue, it wasn't your idea after all, it was Jungkook's and you had warned the group about this exact scenario

Being no stranger to his stupid endeavors, you might be the most familiar with his personality, having known the campus jock and heartthob since his middle school days

Is he your best friend technically?

One might call him that,

Is he also incredibly annoying and you can't stand being alone with him for 20 minutes?

Yes. Yes he is.

The hour passes and it feels more like three with each step,

Each lyric blasted into the forest by the group, shouted out to drown the heat out

"This is the campsite?" Miso says, out of breath and water, just like everyone else

"Yeah" you breath out, looking over the scenery

"Dude this is crazy!" Tae shouts, excitedly wrapping his arm around jimin and ruffling his hair

"Ouch- yes, yeah so cool" he agrees, stepping closer while trying to pry off his best friend

Maybe three hours through what felt like the Amazonas and five stages of grief were worth it after all

The glistening lake in the very back, the shade between pretty flowers and trees, the solitude and animal chirping?

It's beautiful, mesmerizing and screams relaxation,

Who are you kidding. Nothing could repair three hours of enduring jeon jungkook

"Alright, lets set the tents up" you sigh, taking big steps torward the grassy patch under a shady tree,

"I want that spot" Jungkook says, standing right in front of you

"Too bad. Take that one" you say, pointing to the tree next to yours with an overexaggerated smile,

He scoffs, messing your hair up while walking past to the tree you pointed at,

You angryly readjust your hair, watching jimin and tae goof around, almost pushing one another into the lake

"I wish i was this careless" miso says, shaking her head while also watching them

"Me too" you sigh back, fumbling with one of the tents bars,

Everything had gone fine this far but this one bar simply won't stay where it needs to

Frustrated, you slam the bar down in the grass, watching the half set up tent fall into itself

A chuckle can be heard from next to you, approaching steps accomodating it

"Need help with that?" Jungkook asks, his knees coming down next to you, eyes scanning over the mess of pieces

"Obviously"

Jungkook tsks, hands working fast to reassemble the bars and fabric,

He is making am effort to stay focused, bottom lip tucked between his teeth somtimes, his tongue grazing over the lip ring carefully

Your eyes move down to his hands, gently working on building you a place to sleep in

"You done?" He says, waving his tatted hand in front of your face,

"Huh?"

He clicks his tongue, a amused smirk slowly spreading on his face when he moves it closer

"I said, are you done" repeating himself, you just now notice that he is the one that is done, having finished assembling the small, cozy tent

"With what?" You ask, already annoyed with this attitude he carries

"Staring. If you want me, just tell me. Open that loud mouth, won't you?"

"Ew you're gross. Thanks for the tent but i won't suck your dick for it"

His smile is insufferable, that cocky, low tone and the way he leans into your face only adding to the irritaing charm he possess

"How cute. I didn't even mention that, but look who's imagining things" he hums , his thumb tracing over your cheek before standing up, leaving you to yourself on the floor

"Oh god shut up" you tell him, kicking into his leg from below,

He laughs it off, jogging towards the rest of the group

"So what you're saying is, you need to go to the supermarket?" Jungkook groans, sitting down on a folding chair,

Miso nods, "dude we totally thought at least one of us had a car with stuff"

Jimin agrees, "but turns out you were serious about the three hours"

"And you notice that now?" You reply, eyes practically rolling back into your skull

Three idiots that share half a braincell.

"Well no- but- i mean, it was too late anyways" Tae mumbles, rubbing his nape

Three idiots who were responsible of bringing food for the night,

None of which managed to bring anything but crisps who are, to no surpirse, already eaten up.

Jungkook pinches his nose bridge, sighing with evident frustration

"Now what?"

Crickets.

"Guys come on" you chime in,

Miso looks at her phone, "i could call a cab to the main street? It's a 25 minute walk to there"

Jimin and tae hum,

"Okay. It's the best option" you sigh, combing through your hair

Jungkook looks up at you from his seat

"Yeah. We'll set up the fire and you guys go to the-"

"No way", you scoff, looking at him with wide eyes,

He responds with an annoyed laugh, running his hands over the visible muscles on his thighs

"Seriously?"

You nod, "dead serious"

Silence, once again.

Jungkook takes off, practically shooting up from his chair and walking to the fireplace

For the very first time, the air feels heavy.

You look back to the other three who are all staring at you like a deer in headlights,

"Go. Just go, i'll take care of him" you shake your head, watching them wander off to the main street.

A pit forms in your stomach, the anxiety creeping up in your throat when approaching a visibly angry jungkook

You've never felt bad for bickering with him, mostly because he always returned it

But this time, it hurt. Something shifted when you saw his doe eyes glimmer, almost like he was hurt himself.

The way his jaw clenches when you stop in front of him makes you shiver,

"What?" He snaps, breaking a couple branches and throwing them on the stack,

"I'm sorry" you mutter, the pride in you never backing down, your voice sounds as annoyed as it did 4 minutes ago,

He takes a second to respond, stepping closer to you,

"You piss me off so much" he says, locking his eyes on yours, his gaze is dark, almost intimidating

The air feels even heavier now, you try to ignore it, ignore the goosebumps you get from his voice,

"We're equal then"

His tongue grazes the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowing slightly

"No we're not. We can't be"

The anger inside you boils up quickly,

"Why? Because you're so much better than everyone?" you spit out, mockingly pouting at him,

"No. because you think i'm insufferable and don't want me around" he replies, almost cutting you off in the sentence

"Whats not equal about that? You literally hate me-"

"Shut up" he says, this time fully cutting you off

"What did you say?" you laugh out in utter disbelief,

"I said shut. Up."

"You know what? No because-"

"Oh my god will you shut up? I hate you? Are you insane?" borderline yelling, his eyes never leave yours, staring you down

This time, you have nothing to say.

"I hate you? Seriously? Like i haven't been in love with you for years? Like i can't take my eyes off of you, and the only reason i show off is to impress you? Like it doesn't hurt my feelings when you pretend like the worst thing is to be near me?"

The words leave his mouth so quickly, neither yours nor his mind can catch up, panting, he looks at you, biting his lower lip, seemingly realizing what he just admitted to

His hands run over his face,

"Look i-"

"Jungkook" it's your turn to interrupt him now, looking him dead in the eyes,

You're met with nervousness,

"Yes?" he says, whispering

"If you don't kiss me right now i'll kill you"

There's no time to think when he ruthlessly crashes his lips to yours, grabbing you by the waist with greedy hands and pressing your body to his,

His lips are needy, eagerly moving against yours with groans muffled into the kiss,

You sigh softly, hands finding his jaw to pull him in closer,

His teeth bite at your lower lip, making you open up just enough for him to slip his tongue in, exploring every inch of your mouth

A couple minutes of this heated kiss go by, until he breaks it, ragged, heavy breathing fanning against your lips

His forhead rests on yours,

"Holy fuck" you whisper, making him smirk slightly, connecting his lips to yours again,

"I need you so bad" he mumbles into the kiss in a deep groan, pushing his lips against yours with desperation

You pull away this time, hands on his shoulders while your face is moved back enough to see him in full view,

Swollen pink lips, barely illuminated face

"If this was a ploy to sleep with me you're gonna drown in that lake" you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly

He snarks, hosting you up in his hands before carrying you to his tent,

"Unfortunately i am an embarrassing amount in love with you, but hey, if you don't wanna fuck-"

You shut him up by kissing him,

"Don't ruin the mood" you say, climbing into his tent on all fours

His eyes focus on your ass, round enough to show beneath the shorts,

With now both of you inside the tent, his hands immediately find your hips,

"We don't have much time pretty, i'll make it up to you at home" he says, pulling your shorts and panties down in one go,

Your back arches immediately, the noise of his joggers being pulled down only adding to the exciment

"It's okay kook, i'm as desperate as you are" you reply, only to feel him smack your ass harshly,

"So you did imagine sucking my dick?" he says, groping at your soft skin,

"Many times jungkook"

suddenly, you feel his thumb move down to your entrance, pressing in only slightly before pulling away

"Fuck you're so sexy. Can i pull your hair?" He groans, pumping his heavy cock before guiding it to slide between your folds,

"You freak, god, yes, you can"

A strangled moan leaves your lip when he pushes his entire length in, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly while the other one gathers up your hair, pulling on it

"Fuck, you're so tight. You're not a virgin are you baby?" he huffs, snapping his hips against yours slowly at first,

You giggle between moans, gripping at the tent floor with what you can gather,

"No- i'm not. You're just- fuck- huge"

He throws his head back, pulling on your hair harsher while his hips speed up significantly, hitting that soft spot inside you over and over again,

Both of you are trying to keep the moans down, yours muffled by the ground under you, jungkook's deep growls quiet enough for only you to hear

"You feel so good, i wanted to fuck this pussy for ages" he mutters, letting go of your hair to harshly pull your hips back, making you meet his thrust half way,

Your knees feel weak, pressed into the ground and that pool in your stomach only grows, threatening to snap any second

"You're mine now right baby? My girl? My pussy? My bratty little thing?"

you let out a high pitched yes, followed by a desperate plea of his name,

"Gonna cum?" he groans, pushing his hips deeper inside of you,

You only manage to nod, mind having gone practically blank with the way he feels inside of you,

The knot snaps, legs shaking and cum coating his dick entirely,

"Mhm fuck, coming baby" his moans are deep, pushing a few slow thrusts into you, splurting his milky cum inside your cunt

A few minutues of silence pass before he pulls out, watching your pussy pulse and release his cum slowly, his entire shaft covered in the both of yours arousal,

Suddenly, you feel him kiss the side of your hips before softly flipping you around, making you lay on your back

You smile up at him weakly, watching as he cleans the both of you up carefully, pulling your panties and shorts back to normal before laying down next to you

"I left fingerprints, does it hurt? I didn't realize how rough i was pulling you" he says, placing small kisses on your cheek

You shake your head, intertwining your hand with his,

"It's okay. You're actually nice, wow" the urge to be teasing him returns, nudging his nose with yours

Jungkook bites your cheek playfully, then, he kisses all over your face,

"Stoooop" you whine, a broad smile creeping up to your face,

"I'm obsessed with you. God, you don't even know" he mumbles, cupping your face in his hands

"Should we knock or something?" Tae says,

The three of them standing a couple meteres from your tents,

They have been, for the past 20 minutes,

Bags in each hand,

"Uhm? Sure" Miso says, turning her attention to the tent again,

"Well," jimin starts, "at least they get along now"

[half-dead-half-wit]

Welcome to the Nasty Burger, home of the Nasty Burger. Can I take your order?

Mikey doesn't know how he wound up getting talked into working the closing shift at the Nasty Burger in the middle of finals week. He feels like it's some shade of illegal to have a student on the clock past 3 am, but it'll all be worth it, what with Valerie promising him Paulina's phone number for covering for her. Yeah Mikey, keep telling yourself that. It's not like she's already blocked you & changed numbers twice already. She's in love with him, she just doesn't know it yet. Totally. But anyway, that's not even his most pressing issue right now. Oh no, that would be Phantom - THE Phantom. Local town here Phantom. Probably saved the world at least twice and Mikey more times than he could count, Phantom. Yeah, he's been standing - er, floating? Mikey's not entirely sure which, in the drive-thru window for like 20 minutes. And he's been talking. The. Entire. Time. Not ordering food, no. He's just… talking the most batshit nonsense. Even worse, there's a line of cars slowly growing behind him. Mikey had to admit, it took him at least 5 minutes to notice him, initially. Opening the window and attempting to get Phantom's attention hasn't been particularly fruitful. It might help if Mikey said something instead of awkwardly waving & attempting to make eye contact. Yeah, he'll try that. "Uhm, sir?" Mikey tried meekly, to no avail. "So I said, I'm the king of the undead! How am I not exempt from jury duty-" "Excuse me, sir?" He tried, a little louder. No dice. Phantom steamrolled right on through Mikey's admittedly feeble attempts at interruption. "And then the Box Ghost, of all people, strolls in all high and mighty saying he's filing a grievance against me for quote " taking out misplaced aggression" on him! Apparently there's a union for ghosts who died from OSHA violations, of all things! So after the trial, I asked if I could join. Well, as it turns out, since I'm the king of the realm, I don't qualify for any of the protections! Yet I'd still have to pay union dues, can you believe that?!? They said I could take it up with HR, but guess who HR is! The flipping Ghost Writer!! And we all know what he thinks about me. He still hasn't forgiven me for the Christmas Truce fiasco 3 years ago, you know. Like, I'm still not a big fan of the holiday but a truce is a truce and we respect the truce."

"MR. PHANTOM, SIR YOU ARE BACKING UP MY DRIVE-THRU!!!" whether from embarrassment or exertion from the sheer force of his bellow, Mikey's face turned beet red. He's pretty sure that homeless man across the street wasn't staring murder at him earlier. He might've been asleep then, too. Oops. At least he finally got Phantom's attention. "Wh-huh? Mikey? When did you start working at Denny's? Where's Tali?" The ghosty hero seemed genuinely confused, and also like he wasn't entirely all there at the moment. Maybe he's pulled three all-nighters in a row this week too. That'd explain the spaceship boxers and pink fuzzy slippers he's sporting. "Uh, this is the Nasty Burger?" Mikey responded. Was it a statement or a question? Mikey totally didn't look down at his uniform to confirm he was, in fact, working at the Nasty Burger. "Ah." Phantom said. And upon making that eloquent response, Phantom promptly faded from view, kinda like that popular vine, leaving Mikey with more questions than answers and a line wrapped around the building of hangry, sleep deprived, classmates who stayed up way too late cramming last minute and midnight shift workers desperate for something hot and greasy to shove into their mouths. Great. He didn't even order anything.

[rogerbarel]

tell me more about nora (pls)

I will try to provide a reasonable amount of information! 🫡 I don't actually know what constitutes "reasonable," though, so this will probably be an infodump.

Also thank you for being the reason I finally finished her damn portrait. Idk how shading hair works and I'm not finding out today.

This is Miss Lenore "Nora" Langley, and she's a proud problem.

Nora is 22, 5', and has been a robin for the entirety of the two years she's lived in London.

She's the youngest of four children. Both of her elder sisters married before 24, but no one expects Nora to snag a man anytime soon. They historically find her offputting and aggressive.

Her parents named her after Edgar Allen Poe's Lenore just 'cause they thought the name was pretty, but she hates it. She'd never want to be a helpless, pitiable, dead type of beautiful. If you push the subject, she'll say she doesn't think she can be that sort of beautiful that makes people want to rescue or mourn her. She doesn't have the face or the temperament for it.

She has a complex about being seen as "fragile" from years of people having very strong reactions--from fear to contempt to anger--to her tendency to cry easily at any strong emotion. Even when she can't help but cry, she tries to keep herself in motion because she's afraid of being helpless. She manages to keep it on the down low during her first few days with Crown since she thinks crying is antithetical to her survival here, but she cracks once during a brief hostage incident (Roger's secret event story) and then kinda loses it for an evening after a brush with Alfons's power. Oops, cat's outta the bag!

Nora is happy to be helpful to people who are kind to her and others (she's got soft spots for Liam and Ellis and spends a lot of time with them), and she puts a lot of effort into getting to know interesting people on her work routes, but she's also vindictive and selfish and doesn't care much about being a bad person herself. She's also kind of just a tsundere who can be friendly with most people who aren't Roger or Alfons.

And tbf she's still....... friendly..... -ish with Roger. He makes her mad as hell with his incessant teasing (and she KNOWS he's deliberately trying to make her mad/compete with him BUT SHE CAN'T STOP), but she also thinks he's funny, opts to spend the most time with him, and notices him looking out for her in his weird, "I'm totally just doing this for my own benefit" way. Every time he calls her his dog, she insists that he's the perverted, untrained mutt who can't keep his paws to himself. Unfortunately, she's also laughing while she tries to smack him with his research folders. In other words... she's down bad. Down abysmal. Will NOT admit it until he admits that love is REAL and she was RIGHT and NOT ONLY THAT, but he's ALSO IN LOVE AND OBSESSED WITH HER AND WORSHIPS HER BECAUSE SHE'S THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO HIS LIFE AND SHE'S A PURE MAIDEN WHO DESERVES NOTHING LESS. And also because she can't bear the thought of Roger only playing with her for "fun" when she's just miserably, miserably in love.

Uhhhhh other notes:

- (cw for attempted assault in this paragraph) Has a scar between her breasts from an Incident during her early time as a robin. As of the beginning of the game, only the doctor who treated her knows. Through a stroke of luck, she managed to leave the attacker in worse condition.

- Finds the idea of fate boring at best, infuriating at worst.

- Collects interesting acquaintances on her work routes like they're Pokémon. Sometimes loses track of time yappin'. Would love to go to one of Will's Mad Tea Parties.

- Probably delivered mail to Oscar Wilde once. Probably thinks he's a prick. Would be mad to find out his writing is actually good.

- She developed resting smug bitch face specifically to rid herself of resting about-to-cry face.

- Her associated animal is the Luzon Bleeding Heart dove! That's why she has her scar and her red ribbon.

- Roger often compares the default MC to a corgi, but Nora is more like an angry pomeranian.

- Virgin. Thinking about finding God again because every day this shameless whore tempts her, but she CANNOT admit she wants it and thus lose to him.

- Her sanpaku is very important!! It's her charm point imo! I specifically made her the opposite of what I imagined a "cute, endearing crier" to be because I thought that made Roger getting horny about it funnier.

- Has a scowl that can rival Jude's.

... That wasn't a reasonable amount at all. Sighs. I knew it would be like this. I'm so sorry. I just love her. So much. 😭

[doodle-pops]

Since You Been Like This

Maeglin x reader

Request: I can’t find a lot of Maeglin x reader online, so I was wondering if I can get an Maeglin x human reader, where he’s overprotective and possessive of her due to her being human? -Anon

A/N: This is probably the furthest idea of what you had in mind when you requested for this. I decided to take a trip down the angst and manipulative path and I slipped...oops! I have tagged this as yandere content since the possessive behaviour opens up to that theme displayed.

Warnings: possessive behaviour (borderline yandere), manipulation, argument, overprotectiveness, hurt/no comfort

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: The day you met Maeglin was the day your life changed for the worse. After years of endurance, you took your stance, unaware of the possible dangers that lay ahead.

“Maeglin…Lómion, I’m sorry, but…I can’t do this anymore.”

Your words were like an arrow filled with deadly nightshade which shot through his heart and left him doubled over, gripping his chest where your venom made its make before spreading to his mind. Glassy eyes that reflected your heartbreaking figure standing in the doorway of his vestibule, blinked once, then twice before a single tear rolled down his cold cheeks and soiled the onyx carpet. He couldn’t move to stand before you like he desired; to shake the nonsense out of your mind that someone perhaps had poisoned you with. An unmovable force was restricting his body from making that step to convince you he was right, and you were safe with him. You didn’t know what you were saying, you were placing yourself in danger by walking away.

Groaning as his body was forced to make one step in your direction, his glassy eyes blinked and released another tear before straightening from his hunched disposition. His body ached and cried, screaming at him to rush over to your tiny figure and pull you closer to him. To lock the door and teach you all over again, the horrors of the world beyond for the life of a simple mortal. Gondolin might have been considered a safe haven by others, but not by him who has seen the treachery within its walls between kin. He lost one who meant the world to him, he would not lose another.

“Y/N…what are you—what are you saying?” His lips trembled as they lifted to formulate a smile, resisting the urge to drop and become stern, showing you his displeasure at your decision.

Not able to take another step closer and left to stand beside the bottom of the staircase, his left hand rose to brace his weakened body. His heart was grieving at the space between you both, yelling at him to close the gap and whisk you away to safety. Could you remove all foul thoughts about you not wanting or needing him anymore? You were young compared to him, and a mortal; you knew nothing about the horrors of the world out there and within these walls. Without him at your side, where would you be?

Fidgeting with your sleeves, you fought to drop the eye contact he attempted to hold—you knew his trick by now. He would use it to read your soul, becoming ten steps ahead of you and chaining your head with your weakness as a mortal. Now was not the time to fall for it…even if the action clawed at your heart. You loved his eyes; they were a beautiful shade of black you could spend hours gazing into. You could see many things in his orbs, beyond his simple-minded comprehension.

“Lómion, I’m leaving. I can’t stay…with you any longer. I’m not happy like I once used to be,” you squeezed out in a lower pitch, soft enough for only him to pick up.

Shaking his head and fidgeting while his smile fluctuated, his right hand pushed his body off the balustrade and strolled towards you. Tall and straight, he stood like a knight before the enemy—your self-doubt—ready to strike it with his fury and hatred for its attempt at stealing you away. Nothing could come between you both when his mind was set on keeping you at his side…forever. “You can’t leave me Y/N; you’re just a mortal. You need my protection, you need me,” he whispered connivingly like a snake slithering its foul words into your ear and constricting its body around you. Preying on its helpless victim.

You were the bunny, and he, the snake. He’d bite you and blame the lion, and silly you would believe it poisoned you. But not today.

“No I don’t!” you shouted, too loudly for the first time, leaving you both stunned. “The only person I should need protection from is you. I-…I haven’t had a proper life since I met you. Everything was always an issue! You’ve kept me away from everything that was good—”

“I kept you away from harm and danger! You’re too fragile and weak, you cannot defend yourself alone!”

“Then I will find someone else who can…someone who will not treat me like a prisoner!”

You spoke back to him?! No, you threatened to find someone else? Someone apart from him, better than him!

You shrunk as soon as the words slipped past your lips, fearful of what next he would say to lure like a spider into its web. A million different images were displayed across his face in a mere second. With rage, disbelief, fear, humour and craze, he was deciphering his next course of action to show you how wrong you were about your ideals. He wanted nothing more than to crush your bubble and have you running back like a bunny, meek and timid, begging for his protection and crying about his truths. To watch as you clung to his robes, praising his protectiveness and finally understanding his reasons was all he wanted, and he would have it whether you desired it or not. He always got what he aspired for.

Rocking back on his heels, his tongue kisses his teeth as he releases a single laugh; it was the start of something catastrophic. It was as though a timer went off and bellows of laughter echoed throughout the vestibule before vibrating the house. His laugh sounded, at first, comical, mocking your pathetic attempts at standing up for yourself before growing broken and becoming a sob. Now hunched with his head resting against the wall, obscured from your line of vision to prevent the gleam in his eyes, he sobbed and wailed like a woman in pain. Clutching his stomach and dropping to his knees, he knelt with one hand on the wall and pleaded.

“T-There’s nothing that I can do to make you s-…stay?” he hiccupped. “You are human, you cannot survive among the elves with me…we need each other…”

You sensed the air within the house shifting to something sinister the longer you observed his performance. The stench of the atmosphere felt suffocating, filling your fragile heart with worry the longer you looked on. This was new, never before had you seen this side to him and never had he ever had reason to show this. You’ve always been obedient and complacent, only receiving minor pleas and reminders, but this… It felt like a horror scene.

Taking a step back and making your way towards the front door, you held your eyes on his figure while shaking your head to answer him. “I can’t…I can’t stay Lómion. I can’t let you clip my wings, I need to fly,” you whispered before turning to march towards the exit. If you stayed another minute longer in his house, you would have gone back on all the help you received to find courage. Right back down the rabbit hole and into his arms.

He waited for the soft click to echo in his ear, signally your departure before rising off the floor and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. There was no mistaking the silent gleam in his eyes as he glared at the door. He wanted to rip it from its hinges as it release you from his clutches. But you would come back, and he was sure about that. Gondolin wasn’t huge and he knew many persons who would be willing to assist him with proving the dangers within this paradise city. All that was needed was a tiny little accident and you’d come running back.

“Fly for as long as you want.”

Masterlist

Taglist: @lilmelily @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @mysticmoomin @rain-on-my-umbrella @singleteapot @asianbutnotjapanese @justellie17 @justjane @stormchaser819 @wisheduponastar @hoshinokurasa

[skitterhop]

how i did the shadows in MAGIC SHOW

I thought it might be fun to write a little breakdown of how I made the shadows in my animation!

so a little bit of context about magic show: i made this animation very quickly! it was a gift for @xxacidnekoxx, and in total i worked on it for about 2 weeks.

there wasn't an animatic stage, and i drew all of the final frames as i went. i didn't even know it was going to have shadows at all until I finished coloring it and realized the whole thing looked a lot more flat than i had anticipated.

oops!

luckily, getting the animation from this to its shaded state only took a few hours.

so let's break it all down!

Part One: Some Basics

it's worth noting that the animation software I used for this is toon boom harmony. a lot of what i'll be talking about is harmony specific, although you could certainly apply similar techniques in other programs.

Masking

the idea is simple. you have three images. the first two images are the same image, but with different palettes. the third image, known as the mask, is grayscale, and defines which areas use which palette.

when combined, the black areas use the first palette, and the white areas use the second palette. grey areas mix between the two.

in harmony this is easily accomplished with just a few nodes.

the unlit background is layered on the bottom. the lit version is masked by the cutter, and layered on top of the unlit background.

this kind of setup will likely work for most cases. however...

by default, cutter nodes will only use the alpha channel of whatever is plugged into the matte to determine which areas to mask, ignoring the actual brightness values of our mask.

this causes some issues for us! our lighting has layers. we want our spotlight to make the background lighter, and we want our characters to cast shadows on top of the spotlight.

luckily, we can force harmony to use the matte input's brightness values to determine the mask instead by inserting a greyscale node before the cutter and ticking the "matte output" box.

(btw, if you need a layer or matte to become a solid color, you can plug it into a Matte Blur node and pick which color you want there. very handy in combination with the greyscale node's matte output!)

Color Overrides

the easiest way to make alternate palettes in toon boom is to right click on the palette in your palettes list, and click "Clone..."

this makes a copy of your palette where all of the colors are linked to their respective counterparts in the original palette.

with cloned palettes, harmony uses whatever palette is highest in the list (or whatever palette is currently selected) to determine which version of the palette it uses in the scene. you can override any layer's palette priorities by plugging it into a Colour Override node and adding the new palette you want as a whole palette override.

Apply Peg Transformations

the Apply Peg Transformation node is simple. normally peg transformations occur before the drawing node. this means every instance of the drawing will share the same transformations. but this node lets you apply them after the drawing node.

this allows you to insert multiple instances of your drawing, each with unique transformations!

perfect for our shadows!

that's the basic gist of it! combining these elements gets you most of the way there.

Part Two: Getting The Rest Of The Way There

unfortunately, our table looks like it is floating at the moment.

this technique is very efficient, but the results are far from perfect.

shadows are what happen when an object blocks light from hitting another object. generally these objects are "three dimensional" and have "volume", which, in combination with the position and angle of the light source, changes the shape of the shadows they project.

the truth is that reusing flattened 2d artwork of characters to create shadows can only get you so far. the effect looks better when the light source is coming from a similar position and angle to the camera, but looks worse when the difference is greater.

in our case, the light source is close enough to look convincing on the curtains, but the shadow doesn't line up with the table's feet on the floor, absolutely shattering the illusion.

so how do we fix this?

Color Overrides Again

the Colour Override node also lets you non-destructively remove specified colors from a layer.

here i've "deleted" the table's shadow by using a Colour Override node to replace all of the table's colors with 0 alpha colors.

this is a very efficient method of removing objects from a lot of frames at once!

cutter nodes can be used to further mask away any remaining parts of a shadow that you don't want. example:

Manually Adding The Shadow Back In

no node fuckery here. i simply made a new layer and drew the table's shadow by hand for each frame and included it in my shadow composite.

this little bit of manual shadow animation really ties everything together and sells the effect in my opinion.

Part Three: Finishing Touches

these aren't necessary, but they add a little bit of polish

Mesh Warping To Add Form

the shadows subtly wrap around the curtains as if they were a little bit round. just gotta run the shadows through an Apply Peg Transformation node connected to a Mesh Warp node. be warned that the bezier handles on this thing are a lot more finicky than the other bezier handles in harmony and sometimes they bite you.

Blurring Spotlight Edges

in the real world, shadows get blurrier the further away they are from the object that's casting them. it probably would've been a lil more realistic if i slightly blurred the shadows that the characters cast on the curtains as well, but i thought they looked better sharp here. realism doesn't actually matter just do whatever looks Good Enough.

Floor Reflection

i used an Apply Peg Transformation node along with a simple peg to layer a flipped instance of the curtain's Lit shading on top of the floor. blur it (more vertically than horizontally,) set the blending mode to add, and lower the opacity. done!

that's about all i can think of right now. thanks for reading if you got this far!

as a bonus here is what the whole node tree for this animation looks like. most of the shadow & background stuff is happening over in the upper right cluster.

[kotamagic]

Lore Olympus this week is a bit all over the place...

We pick where Hera left off. She was having a vision where Kronos had gotten a hold of her. We see her get crushed and thrown to the ground.

Immortals don't die, according to her, but their physical forms can return to their source. (Nature, in most cases.)

She then sees a Goddess, presumed to be Persephone, grow large and take out Kronos. But is it Persephone? And is Kronos to be gone for good? We already know Kronos came back once, so unless he's crushed for good, he could come back.

When the vision ends, Demeter & Hestia are concerned, but Hera, for the most part, brushes it off. The others do not look convinced.

With all of the incoming shades, the Underworld needs renovations to accommodate them all in a hurry. Needless to say, it's chaos.

Apollo can choke on a big, slimy, necrotic dick. He's got no place to talk about Persephone's oops when he personally, INTENTIONALLY does worse. Ugh...

Ah, so that's how he did it. How much ambrosia did Hades have stocked up? If Zeus is stingy about it, I can't imagine it was CRATES of it, but still.... as the God of Wealth, Hades undoubtedly had a supply.

Let's hope that Zeus doesn't find out about that either.

Last, but not least, we glimpse Eros & Psyche in prison. Leave it to Eros to be dramatic and Psyche to stay down to earth.

(I think it's BS that they're made to wear "Apollo 4 King" shirts.)

As a cliffhanger, Apollo shows up to take Eros away for some reason. What nefarious shit is the purple duchess up to this time?

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

[rasprasp]

monk fanart :3

ok i coulda waited for your answer but im impatient and draw too fast so here (the shading is wacky cuz oops my style do be like that)

im pround of monk tbh. whether by his own choice or not he is finally away from saint (for now atleast..) and him bandaging his arms was such a nice moment.

he DOES need to lay it off with bullying survivor tho >:(

THE NOTIFICATION DID NOT SHOW FOR THIS BLOG WHEN YOU SENT THIS SORRY😭

anyway OMG THAT LOOKS AWESOME JDMBFJFBDUBDHD I LOVE ITTTT I LOVE THE SHADING AND THE COLORS AND EVERYTHING RAHHHHH

also do NOT be proud of monk he WILL get worse

@letdownthepainful

[caspi-snz]

Happy Birthday, K/aeya! (Pretend this isn't 5 days late, I ran into a lot of physical and technical difficulties oops...also, this is the first fic I've posted on here. To be honest it isn't my best work and feels very rushed, but I'm just happy to have something to put out there😭. I have a couple other first I'd like to post as well, when the time comes! Pls be nice<3 the art has mild nudity, the fic only has a suggestive(?) Moment but shouldn't have anything too weird in it)

Kaeya should have seen it coming, in all honesty.

The evening before was an obvious warning sign, or at least it should have been, If only the captain was just a bit more concerned with his own well being. When he’d got back to his apartment the night before, he noticed for just a moment the curious itch that haunted the back of his throat, as well as the dull ache behind his eyes.

He’d spent the day on patrols through the valleys of Mondstadt, ignoring the rapidly chilling air and the clouds that gathered overhead. He wound up caught in more than one rainstorm that afternoon, and barely found shelter each time. Luckily enough for him, everyone else was incredibly occupied(oddly enough, several knights were out with a nasty head cold that appeared to be rising up the ranks. The ailment was putting many of the best men and women of the Favonius out of work, and their jobs accumulated onto the shoulders of everyone else),and ended up dismissing the damp clothes Kaeya continued to wear, he himself far too busy to change into anything else.

Then, while filling out some last minute paperwork in the dim light of the evening while sitting peacefully in his office, an unexpected tickle overran his senses and had him sputtering, a quill shaking in tandem to his slender hand. For some reason, the feeling caught him unaware, and had the captain releasing two breathy, barely covered sneezes into his unoccupied hand.

Kaeya got rather irritated after the spell, but ultimately ignored the causes and every single incredibly obvious sign.

He was getting sick.

The next morning, upon opening his eyes, the Cavalry Captain was met with an awful weakness in his limbs. Fatigue coursed through his body, and a chill swam throughout him, his warm body shivering in tune with each wave of cold. Other than the fatigue, all he had else was a runny, incredibly itchy nose and a dry throat, so he chose to go to work anyway. No point in making more work for the Grand master and their subordinates. 

It started out manageable, all he had to tackle were morning patrols and assigning what few people they had left to different areas in order to cover as much ground as possible before the afternoon patrols were assigned. Despite his strategic use of teams, there was ultimately a large span of area that Kaeya had to cover for himself, due to how stretched thin the knights were in the moment.

It wasn’t going to be that hard, was it?

And at first, it truly wasn’t. But then it just kept getting worse. Every stifled sneeze resulted in clouding his vision and a pounding strike to his skull, every slice with his blade pressing unnecessary strain onto his arms, and every single parry against the sword pushing him backwards and nearly to a vulnerable and possibly deadly position. It was a living hell, if he was being honest. His headache molded itself into a migraine the longer he stayed in the sun, his itchy throat turning into a tedious cough, and his previous fatigue turning into terrible muscle cramps. At last he’d covered all the ground for the morning, and with sweat pouring down his face, he plopped down beside the Statue of Seven at Windrise, basking in the heavenly shade of Vanessa’s tree. With his eyes squeezed shut, Kaeya felt down from his chest for the end of his opened shirt with blindly guided hands, undoing his corset and releasing a sigh of relief as it pulled away from his sweat-dampened undershirt. 

“HrkSHgt!HehKehSHKkt!” Kaeya sneezed twice, squashing his wrist into his face out of habit, his exposed breasts clenching together with the action and shuddering back into place with the sigh he released afterwards. 

“Fugk” He breathed out, his voice wavering. 

The afternoon sun beat down on Kaeya’s immobile body, but the man had no intention of getting up. It wasn’t worth it, he thought. It would be a total waste of the little energy he had.

Between shivers and the occasional cough and sneeze, the Captain found himself constantly dozing, nodding off to hazy dreams that he immediately forgot each time he jumped awake.

“h…HaATCHeEw! IhScHTCHEW! hah-Ksh!shAaTCHEew!” Kaeya was shaken awake once more by an irritating sneezing fit that tore through his burning sinuses with a ruthless passion. Of course, the fit caught him unaware, and he was ultimately sneezing into the area in front of him, crystal flies that often congregated in this area frightened by the sudden noise and departing to higher ground.

One glance to the sky above him was alarming, the sky nearly pitch black albeit dimly lit by the moonlight and the scattered fires from campsites. He’d been asleep all day?...unlikely. And yet, it had happened. Maybe he was sicker than he’d initially thought-

But that wouldn’t stop him.

Kaeya came to a consensus, at last standing up against his shaky legs, bracing against the tree he slept upon mere minutes before. He took a stroll back to the city, the cold autumn breeze shaking his already sick, shivering body.

A drink. A drink would do him good.

And so he’d found himself turning(whether from habit or an unconscious urge to seek help), to the entrance of the Angel’s share.

Through the cracks of the door one could observe the warm, orange-tinted light that crept through, lighting the outside tables which were all deserted, possibly due to the chilled weather. 

Upon entering, the light beat against Kaeya’s face, and forced him to flinch back with a hiss. He brought a hand to cover his eyes, seeking shelter in a shady corner that was relatively unoccupied. 

The cavalry captain plopped onto a seat and rubbed at his temples. This is hell.

“Huuh…hUKSHGT!”

A sneeze wracked Kaeya’s frame, catching him unaware yet again.

“...Bless you” A familiar voice caught the bluenette’s attention, bringing his eyes up to the person accountable, only to be met with fiery red hair pulled into a tight, high ponytail and a face painted with a blank expression(and was that a slight twinge of concern? Unlikely, given the man who was talking-but maybe…), with his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m afraid we do not desire the sickly in this establishment. You may see yourself out and to bed in your own home”. DIluc spoke, his voice ever monotone. 

Kaeya responded with a breath of a laugh and a silent sniffle. “M’afraid this is just a break. I’ll be on my way to the headquarters as soon as the urge hits me”. Diluc regarded the sentence as nothing more nor nothing less than another promise backed by nothing at all. He huffs to himself and turns around, seeing two more customers before returning to the counter and preparing a slew of drinks.

Kaeya saw himself back to the table he’d already been moping upon, and lowered his head onto his arms. A flurry of memories swarmed by him in what felt like a moment of unconsciousness, dreams of his family-his old one, that is-embracing him in the colder weather, their arms wrapped around him in a protective shell. Would he ever feel that way again? Adelinde’s cooking, him and his- ‘brother’ playing amongst the vineyards with no care in the world. And then-his birthday, at the end of November, the people of Mondstadt busily decorating for the end of year festivities-When Diluc, Crepus and Adelinde would sit him down for a feast, followed by a highly decorated cake to celebrate. Unfortunately, they’d almost never eaten it by the end of the night.

.

An overwhelming feeling of moisture suddenly assaulted his cheeks, and had him raising his eyes to meet the assailant. 

The target was steam, emanating from a mug that was recently placed before him. And, to the captain’s surprise, the culprit stood over his immobile body with a hand hesitantly hovering just over Kaeya’s head.

Kaeya’s vision was terribly hazy with possible fever, so he’d barely processed that the figure above him was checking on him until a clammy hand felt beneath his bangs and pressed comfortably against his forehead. 

“Mmf…” Was all the protest that the captain could manage against his rapidly declining health. “Sh. I swear, he’s too stubborn-” another voice pipes in, and then a flurry of voices warp in and out his ears. It would seem the whole bar was now aware of the captain’s predicament, and while anything audible swam together and melded in his head, he was sort of glad he wasn’t in the correct state of mind. And perhaps you can finally rest.

Alas, every voice and color he’d been exposed to mere seconds before swirled before him, grabbing and clawing each and every thread of light until everything flooded into darkness.

“...He’s out”.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

November 30th. The day his brother was supposedly born.

Almost twenty years ago, a young boy soaked in the summer rains appeared on their doorstep, one eye carefully hidden from view and his frail, scrawny body covered in a dark cloak. 

The young child remained silent the first few weeks, hiding in his dedicated bedroom while Adelinde took it upon herself to bring him food and water. Crepus, their father, then started to sit with him while he moped. And after a while, at last, the two boys were introduced to one another. Diluc was elated that he at last had a new playmate, but Kaeya hardly shared the sentiment at first. It took him a while, but soon Kaeya had adjusted to the family, and they all lived as strangely as they’d met and been acquainted, but it was a peaceful life.

It was a happy life. 

And it was strange, how the scene before him felt so strangely reminiscent of those past memories. Kaeya lay in his bedroom once again, his chest rising and falling unevenly while he slept off the illness that inflicted him. His cheeks were flushed from fever, his nose red and chapped by the awful sinus trouble he seemed to be undergoing.

Adelinde came in and out, often to hand feed him soup or help him drink tea and take medication. Jean and Barbara would visit every now and again to ‘observe his condition’, and even Klee and Albedo came to see him once. 

“You idiot”. Diluc muttered to himself. It had been three days now, since Kaeya staggered into his bar sick as a dog and collapsed upon a table. Diluc had meant to wish him a happy birthday in a subtle way, a free drink and perhaps treat him to a meal; what he hadn’t expected was for his… “brother”(?) to be ill, seemingly forgetting to care for himself despite the ongoing colder months and the wet weather; Diluc then placed a mug of hot cider before Kaeya’s seemingly resting body, leaning over to check his temperature. He was clearly burning up, and his constant sniffling and ragged breaths confirmed the other’s suspicions.

 Evidently, Diluc wasn’t the only person who shared the sentiment of surprising the cavalry captain with a gift at the end of the day, a rather sizable group approaching the two. The group consisted of the knights and various others of Kaeya’s acquaintances, but barely four feet from the blue haired man they were stopped. Diluc met Jean’s eyes and hesitantly shook his head. “Something isn’t right with him. Chances are he doesn’t even remember it’s his birthday” The redhead crossed his arms, gesturing for Jean to approach the table. She knelt over and whispered to him, finally rising and nodding to Diluc. “He's out. Get him home. Everyone, leave your gifts to me, I promise he will receive them”.

…

He did get them, by definition. The various packages were placed upon the table beside Kaeya’s bed-albeit the perishables(some gifts were neatly wrapped candies and others were miniatures cakes, a couple bottles of wine, etc). 

“hh…hiHSCTHEW!” Kaeya suddenly sneezed roughly, a string of breathless coughs wracking his body while the redhead’s thoughts were interrupted and discarded into the past.

“Bless you”. Diluc sighed, knowing he spoke to no one but the empty room. Force of habit, he supposed.

“Thagks” A congested, nasally voice responded. Diluc jumped at the response, observing his brother’s face a little closer. Kaeya was now awake, but apparently very irritated. “Why am I here?” He snapped, eyes screwing shut. 

“Take a guess”. Diluc retorted, copying the other’s attitude. 

“No, i gh-get it. Get being in a bed’n all. bh-KsTCH!” Kaeya attempted to swallow back the sneeze, but ultimately failed, a fist smashing against his nose with an awkward stifle. “Guh. Why m’ I not in my home?” That stung a bit. It shouldn’t have, given how Diluc was the reason the younger felt this way. He hurt him and cast him out, constantly turning back and prodding the brand he’d seared upon Kaeya’s face, every attempt he’d made to reconcile venomously turned down by the redhead in a petty rage. 

“...I’m afraid-I do not know where your current residence presides”. Diluc quietly responded after a moment. 

“Huh-KShgt! KgsHt! Ugh-fugk!” Kaeya huffed in frustration, attempting to stand up. 

Now Diluc was on his feet, grabbing Kaeya’s shoulders and pushing him back onto his bed. Kaeya struggled in his grasp, face rapidly growing more and more red, the flush reaching even to his ears. The blue-haired man twisted to the side now, and then continued in his attempts to get his older brother off of him.  “Let-Let me go”. He tried, his voice weak as he was ultimately wrestled back into place. Diluc huffed, trying to catch his breath while Kaeya’s body stilled in defeat. “You will not leave until you are fully healed of your ailment. I will take it upon myself to achieve this goal-To take care of you, Kaeya. I won’t abandon you again. Kae-” 

a tear ran down Kaeya’s cheek, his lip wobbling. Whether it was the fever, the regret, the overwhelming feeling of weakness and defeat-It was difficult to decipher which, if not all of these factors resulted in his state. Diluc felt a new sense of duty, the day before he’d realized it was soon to be Kaeya’s birthday. They were getting older, weren’t they? And what was the reason for them to remain in this constant state of sidestepping one another at each and every turn, when it would seemingly bring them no closer to the goal of reconciliation? 

“h…’Luc-” Kaeya’s eyes fluttered close, his chest rising with every breath he took, swiftly and violently turning his head to the side and burying his face into the pillow that lay there, and-

“Huh-HSCHtX! HSTCH-guh, w-huh? Hih! ESCHT! gHTCH! kHSTCHew!” Kaeya stifled the oncoming fit, and after a while he pulled away from the now violated, soaked pillow. 

“Damn-I’b sorry” he managed, his muscles releasing as he melted into the blankets. 

“...Bless you”. Diluc paused. “But also, gross”. He jumped down from the bed, removing the contaminated pillow and tossing it into a nearby laundry bin. 

“Bh-bnot my fault”. Kaeya replied, offended. “I understand this. Gods…I’ve forgotten how dramatic sick Kaeya is”. Diluc laughed, retaking his seat at the other’s side.

“hip!-ISTCH!” Kaeya stifled again, groaning miserably afterwards. 

“Bless you. Hey-how long have you been ill?” Diluc leaned backwards, his query meant to break the awkwardness that settled between the two.

“I don’t b’know”. Was all he could reply.

The silence stretched between them, finally broken once again by Diluc. “I-I’m sorry”. 

This surprised Kaeya, the man turning to the other. "What for?" He managed at last.

"Everything. I know, it isn't enough- 'enough' would take years to achieve, it would take extensive talking and the like-Archons, I'm bad at this-". Diluc replied, trailing off in the end with awkwardness.

"No, I get it. You wish to bh-be brothers again?".

"Correct" Diluc tried a small smile, and Kaeya reciprocated a slightly larger one, dimmed only by the suppression of his bodily functions.

"Well. It's wh...HSHgt! Kshgt!-snf! guh...worth a shot, I think".

And so the two conversed, and for the first time in long while, Kaeya felt hopeful.

[diary-of-my-devil]

Sometime In October 2015

I don’t recall this date, but I know it was early in the relationship. He had to use his mom’s phone to communicate with me for the first couple months of our relationship. I later found out it was because he went through phones often. In a fit of rage he would throw them and break them beyond repair. Even when he had a phone, it always had a crack or two.

It was our first long phone call, I believe. One that lasted for a few hours. I remember telling him multiple times that I was trying to maintain a proper sleep schedule. Insomnia had been a large part of my life for as long as I could remember, and despite knowing I’d probably be up much longer than intended, I still tried to be in bed with the lights out at a decent time. It was a school night.

He had told me not to worry about it. That I would get over having to stay up late to accommodate when he wanted to talk. I brushed it off because it wasn’t his phone, after all, and he didn’t have it as much as I had my phone. 

We discussed many things, but this one particular conversation was, in retrospect, the one that showed me a lot of bright red flags that were desperately trying to make themselves known. Firstly was the fact that I wasn’t able to go to bed when I wanted, because he wanted me to be on the phone.

Second, my hair. God, throughout our entire relationship he was obsessive about my hair. I had made it known to him that as soon as my aunt was married and the wedding was over, I was getting my hair cut. Waist length hair didn’t match what I felt like on the inside. He wasn’t happy with that.

“It’s so beautiful.” He had said despite the fact he had never seen it in its full glory. The only time we had ever seen each other involved the vast majority of my hair being hidden for a reason. He had only seen my overgrown bangs and the auburn shade my hair had turned after taking Color Oops to black box dye. 

I was a doormat, yes, but I stayed stern in cutting my hair. It was negatively affecting me. I needed it cut. Countless times I had stood in front of my bathroom mirror crying on the verge of taking a shitty pair of scissors to my hair. I was going to do this. I was going to cut my hair. And then I would dye it, because I’m in high school now and my dad finally agreed to it. 

Third, drugs. Weed, specifically. Nowadays, I have absolutely no problem with weed. I take half of a gummy about once a week to help ease the tension that makes my various aches and pains worse and I had smoked a bit since I had started college.

Younger me was not as receptive, though. All drugs are bad, thanks to what my law enforcement dad and my years in public school had taught me. He was odd about approaching this subject. His first time trying to skirt around a subject by not saying his plan, instead implying it to me.

“Your dad is going to have to get over the weed thing.” He had said to me. I asked why, genuinely confused. His answer was because he liked it, and since he liked it, I would have to like it too. This was the first time I felt something akin to peer pressure like this. Yes, we had only been dating for a short time, but he was my boyfriend. He knew more than I did. 

I managed to skirt around the conversation as well. I changed the subject but after the call was over and it was past the bedtime I had set for myself, I thought about it. I didn’t do drugs, never had and didn’t have the intention to. Jesus christ by that point my dad had been threatening me with drug tests for the past couple years.

I didn’t tell my friends. For your information, that will be a common theme. Secrecy on my end. I didn’t tell my friends a lot of things. It was not a conscious decision, but of course hindsight is 20/20 and I think I knew that these conversations and behaviors were wrong and I felt the need to protect him. 

This was the true start of me learning that I was not the one in control here.

[mxescargot]

some image IDs TBA, apologies!

re: the tags in my last reblog - have some old/abandoned art of my hornet gijinka + star wars au designs this is gonna be a long post oops first was before i figured out how i wanna dress my hk gijinkas (still kinda proud of it esp the facial expression even if i didnt wanna shade it properly lol) second is her pretty much figured out design in training clothes, plus drawings of her as a togruta jedi (i should really get back to that au i love it so much) third is an unfinished thing from like half a year ago (damn) and thats what she wears post sealing of the black egg temple generally although maybe i shouldve given her more visible bags and stuff idt she would leave Everything at her camps right

she has a rope dart because thats what her attacks remind me of most, not the proudest of how heavily i referenced the bottom pose from another artist and idt i would do that as heavily now? but something something growth

in the third design she has a magic spider silk tabard thing instead of armour (hence the silvery iridescence), i imagine it would help with the whole agility thing. capes r inconvenient but hehe Swoosh in case u couldnt tell my hk gijinkas r kinda chinese fantasy vibes??? maybe i should make her a proper like royal princess kinda design sometime ough (and redesign the tiara in the first one to be more chinese as well... hanfu hair stuff is always sick as all hell) ...also when i first posted the first one i wrote a little drabble. i was not and am still not a person who does writing ever but uh

Hornet was usually good at hiding her problems and keeping a calm demeanour. After all, she was the Daughter of Hallownest, destined to inherit an entire kingdom. Hornet knew things were getting worse for her beloved Hallownest, but she could never have imagined that her own father would destroy their home, locking himself in a dreamworld she could never access. Hornet realized she’d never see the palace again, and let her tears finally flow; there was no longer a kingdom for her to rule anyways. (Please excuse my inability to write LMAO) For clarification: the tiara on her head is imaginary and I imagine gijinka!Hornet impulsively shattering her actual tiara once she realizes Hallownest has gone past the point of no return. The phantom tiara + the Hallownest seal in the background indicates how she’ll always be royalty and cannot distance herself from her father’s legacy.

yeah

apologies for the massive wall of text but this is what tumblr is for right

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "oops! All water!" Edition!

Where jesus Christ I feel sorry for these guys-

But first!

Shawn: I really wanna explore the mainland

Anna: the mainland? Really?

Shawn: yeah! It's vast! There's actual land underneath all that ice and snow! Underground lakes and such!

Shawn: imagine all the crazy natural structures there! Ancient mountain sized icebergs trapped in what used to be an ocean or tropical beach!

Anna: hm...true!

Shawn voices his need for adventure and Anna is perplexed at first, then just goes "actually, yeah you have a huge point there" akfbalfjsg

Suddenly oh god oh no

Lil shade: whoa...

Shawn: what's wrong?

Lil shade: it...felt like there was a load of voices crying out before being silenced. That CANT be a good thing.

That moment when your son is able to get hints of shit going on because of his prophetic like visions.

And Shawn can only hope it's not related to where they live until suddenly the consequences arrive through word of mouth

Shawn: are you ok? Tell me what happened.

"the ice...it all gave way sir."

Shawn: w-what?

"It's WINTER! And where I lived is GONE! Its all water! 10'000 of us, gone! Misplaced just like that! If it's getting this bad during the winter how is summer going to treat us!?"

Shawn knew something bad happened when lil shade said what he felt was bad, he just had no idea just HOW bad.

And the finale!

"we're debating if we should leave and go to the human aquariums"

Lil shade: why would you want that? I've been stuck in one and I wouldn't recommend.

"hey, it's going to get way worse before it gets better. You can see it right? You have the visions! It's for the best"

Lil shade: well, you do you but I'm staying. Pops had hope, my dads have hope. I have hope.

Lil shade is not giving up hope any time soon! I love that about him!

[enchantedchocolatebars]

After The Party (Based Off Of This Headcanon)

Author's Note: "Clara" is My Wittewife.

The morning sun slowly rose in the Isles' sky, sending its first rays down on a big cottage with a messy exterior.

Drinking cups, string lights, non-inflated balloons, firework tubes, and confetti littered the lawn as toilet paper hung from the house.

It looked like an absolute barnyard.

Speaking of barnyard, sleeping in the front yard were a pile of winged pigs with party hats on.

The interior didn't look any better.

Or cleaner.

Inside, food and trash flooded the floors as glitter coated the walls. Partygoers were seen sleeping all over the place - one of them being Caleb who was out like a light on a carpet in the living room. Stuck to his forehead was a sticky note with writing.

When the blonde starts to wake, he slowly sits up and rubs his head. His hair was a mess.

What happened?

Squinting, he scans the room and sees some of the people (witches) from last night lying down.

Oh, right, the party.

A tired smile formed at the memory. This was his third one. Clara had taken him and the two had a blast. The lights, the loud music, the laughs he shared with her and others.

It was all such frivolous fun.

Events like parties weren't permitted back in Gravesfield, not even birthday parties. And ESPECIALLY not wild ones with merriment and heavy drinking.

Caleb knew that.

Throwing or attending one would likely get you tarred and feathered.

Or worse, feathered and tarred.

As he starts to stand, Caleb could sense the mild pain rushing to his head as he groaned.

The morning headaches were always the worse part about parties.

Holding his forehead, he felt something stuck on. Peeling it off, he holds a sticky note; on it a short message written in cursive.

It simply read, "Left early - Philip".

A few memories from yesterday start to recollect in the elder's mind. That's right, both him and Clara managed to convince Philip to come along. Though, he didn't do any dancing at the party. Or much of anything.

From what Caleb could recall, his little brother spent the entire time scowling.

Well, at least that explained why he wasn't there, but what about his Clarabelle?

Where was she?

As brown eyes began to look left and right for his lover, Caleb suddenly hears light snoring.

The airy sounds were coming from behind the blonde.

Turning around, he spots someone snoozing beneath a blanket on a couch.

The russet colored cowlick sticking out like a sore thumb was a dead giveaway on who it was.

His lady.

His light.

His life.

Approaching her with a soft smile, he lightly shakes her. "Clara?" He calls with a calm coo, his voice soft and sweet. "Oh, Clara? It's morning, love. Time to wake up." Lifting a bit of the blanket to see her beautiful frame, his eyes widen and he IMMEDIATELY drops it back down when he sees some hairy guy with shades on and no shirt... or shoes... or pants. OOPS. He's... going to pretend he didn't see all... that.

So where was his girlfriend?

Just then Caleb's ears pick up on another snore, only this one was WAY louder and not too far from him.

With just a couple of steps, he sees Clara on the floor, sprawled out to her full length, her long hair flipped over her face.

Her current state made Caleb let out a chuckle as he crouches down.

With a small shake of her shoulder, he softly says, "Clara. Oh, Clara. Wake up."

"Still sleeping", Clara playfully replies. "No."

"But, my love, it's morning."

"Don't care."

"But--"

"Never. Gonna sleep forever." She "snores".

Standing up, Caleb starts to think to himself. What would make Clara wake up? Hmm... Suddenly, an idea strikes! He knew how. Smirking he spoke again.

"Fine. I respect your decision. I'll just have to eat this delicious ham I have here all by myself."

Clara's eyes shot open at the mention of meat. Did he say ham? She LOVES ham!

NOT WASTING A SINGLE SECOND, Clara quickly stood up.

The words "PARTY GIRL" were revealed to be written on her forehead in marker.

With slightly bugged out eyes and a hungry smile, the bubbly witch beams. "I'm up! Where's the ham?" She asked.

Caleb couldn't help but chuckle a second time. "Sorry, but there's no ham."

Hearing this disappointing news, Clara pulls her lips into a pout, holding both her hands on her hips. She didn't like being tricked.

"Hey, no fair! I was promised a very delicious ham!😤" Don't do her like this, Caleb.😞

A third chuckle came from him.

She looked so cute when she did the whole pouty lip thing.

"How about we stop by the butcher shop and I buy you one? Will that make you feel better?"

"Maybe..." Clara huffed before curling her lips into a teasing smile. She boops her boyfriend's nose. "BUT, only if you make it two hams. You owe me." She winks.

He nods with a smile. "Deal!"

After he bought the two pork shanks that Clara desired, Caleb planned on heading back to his place for a shower.

Lord knows he needed one.

[butterfly-wingss]

not in love with the ending also I haven't reread it since i finished and it has had 3 different endings so oops if it doesn't feel cohesive lolol also the gods in this story are inspired by those in dimension 20's fantasy high.

The grey carpet is all scuffed up from years of chairs being dragged around. The windows let in as much light as they can but it doesn't cast a warm glow over the room like it should. The little light that breaches the clouds illuminates the stains on the floor, the burn on the tablecloth from when the candles fell over a few years ago. Chrissy sits in the front row of the church. Her white dress is covered in sunflowers, her earrings are little suns, and her hair is braided back with a gold ribbon, she is picture perfect. As is expected of the preachers daughter.

Her mother sits next her her in a long, and light yellow dress balancing her 4 year old brother, Danny on her lap. Her fan isn’t quite covering up the cigarettes in her purse and Danny was babbling about how loud and scary daddy gets; they were able to chalk it up to the boys first taste of authority and discipline but he'll probably get yelled at when they get home.

Chrissy supposes that everyone has they’re darker side. It’s not blasphemous for trees to provide shade, or for clouds to block the sun, in fact its good they do, if one spends to long under Sol’s scrutiny they’ll be burnt for it; the shade provides a safe place to admire Sol and his work.

But Chrissy’s darkness isn’t just a cloud passing by, or a tree offering sanctuary. Her darkness isn’t fleeting like Dad’s anger coming and going with the bottle. She’s done something much worse.

After the sermon Chrissy makes the rounds with her family, talking to their fellow followers of Sol, when Shimmer asks the question she’s been dreading.

“What gems that, on your ring?” Shimmer Gladstone, always trying to start shit, especially when it means getting Chrissy in trouble. The shit eating grin on permanently attached to her face is mirrored on her mother as the older woman’s eyes light up.

“That dear, looks like a moon stone.” Her sickly sweet tone sears Chrissy’s skin. “Said to make people more impulsive you know, even drive them mad.” She tacks on conspiratorially.

Time for Chrissy to act like her life depends on it. “Really.” She says with as much concern as she can muster while shakily taking the ring off “I didn’t know; it was left in my locker, I’ve been trying to figure out who gave it too me but, well I guess I should look into it a bit harder now shouldn’t I.” A covert look over the should here, a hushed whisper there, and the Shimmers face ever so slightly pales. Before the Gladstones can dig Chrissy’s grave deeper her mother joins.

“Darling, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” the words were sweet and her face the epitome of a mothers concern but Chrissy knew it was a test.

“The note left with it made it sound like, um, a courting gift but there was no name attached,” Summoning every embarrassing moment that keeps her up in the middle of the night Chrissy forges on with a light blush. “So I wanted to find who it was first to see if they were properly devoted.” When Jamie Muford asked her out in year 7 everyone at church was gossiping about how he was trying to drag her out of Sol’s light.

“If it’s that Muford boy again we might just have to do something about it. It’s truly unacceptable for someone so…” her mother makes a vague so-so gesture, “Unilluminated to be causing such a fuss.”

“Though if it is the Muford boy maybe he’s getting back at her for rejecting him, moonstone can make you quite fickle.” The elder Gladstone adds with suspicion. By the end of their long talk Chrissy’s absolved of all crime and her ring was taken. But she knows better. Chrissy knows that the ring will always find her again.

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weeks later, after everyone else is a sleep Chrissy pulls a shoes box from under her bed. It’s old and a bit ruffed up but inside is supplies for an eclectic alter. Small candles, matches, blue and purple and white ribbons, a few sprigs of lavender she took from the school gardens. Along with a few other bits and bobs she felt compelled to add. Loose buttons, earrings missing their pair, keys that unlock who knows what. It wasn’t much but it was perfect.

Chrissy clears her night stand to set up her patchwork alter, opens the windows and leave her blinds cracked slightly but not enough to bee seen. A sliver of moonlight strikes the candles on her night stand and they light on there own.

Chrissy sits before her alter, dons a shall of stars, and focuses on her goddess. The cool chill of the night air, the uneasy and unrest she feels at what she's about to do, what she’s about to say, but you can worship doubt without critique.

“Aporia, Goddess of doubt, mystery, and the night hear my pleas.” An icy breeze caresses her face, as if Aporia is saying she’s here, listening.

“My dear goddess, I am touched and eternally grateful for the gifts you have given me. But I- its not safe for me,” talking to Aporia is so different than everything Chrissy’s known. Aporia having very few disciples is able to truly hear her, or maybe gods like Sol just don’t care to listen.

“I will continue to work with you as I truly do believe in you’re philosophy and but, I can’t show it here. It’s just not safe Mistress.” The light breeze stops, the air stands still with tension, Chrissy’s every hair stands on end but she pushes forward.

She feels the carpet under her etching into her skin, the crack of moon light seeping into the room is strong so the goddess must still be listening. With a deep breath and heavy heart she continues. “I can hide a pendant, and keep rings and letters in my alter box.” Chrissy pleas as Umber, the fluffy black kitten Aporia sent her, nudges his way onto her lap. “but I can barely take care of a cat. And this is becoming so much more than a cat.”

“I just can’t hide a shadow that move without me or all the suns in my room turning to moons. I understand you don’t want your follower to live in a shrine of your enemy but this is the only place I can live right now and this is how I can stay alive to worship you, I know it’s not ideal but until I graduate and move out its all we’ve got.” Chrissy’s isn’t even pleading anymore, she begging. Begging this goddess that showed her the comfort and compassion her life was sorely missing. She doesn’t know what she’ll do if she looses her goddess but there has to be something she's not seeing. There has to be a way to devote herself without getting herself killed.

Chrissy sits there until the streak of moonlight moves off her night stand and her eyes are drooping. By now something should have happened. A breeze, flickering candles, the bone deep innate feeling to look somewhere for something, but nothing happens. She closes the window and packs up her alter. Chrissy keeps her shall out. It’s not like when Aporia guides her but she wants to keep it with her. If her parents wake her up in the morning though she’ll get in a lot of trouble, especially after the redecoration incident. She resolves to shove the shall in her pillowcase and finally sleep.

She wakes to find a key in her hand. But it’s not an old key, its shiny and colourful, shifting through blue to purple to pink and topped with a star. There are no scratches, no dent, no tarnish, it’s nothing like the other keys she's found under Aporia’s guidance.

The key feels heavy in her hand, it feels like it could unlock the secrets of the universe and knowing its owner it just might. Bam! Bam! Bam! Chrissy’s mind finally breaks away form the key “Get up right now young lady! I’m not dropping you off if you’re late.” Chrissy’s flooded with dread at the mere though of her mother in the same room as the key. She damn near falls out of bed trying to get to her box. When she finally fumbles the shoe box opens it’s empty-

Its. Empty.

The child in a strict religious household has to hide their worship of a pagan god, all while the various “gifts” from their patron become harder to explain.

[cidthesquid]

Naraka Bladepoint | Character Creator Chat

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Recently I generally lean towards single player focused JRPGs. But the one online game (Aside from FF:XIV) that I've spent the most time in has got to be Naraka Bladepoint!

Now I should mention that this game is F2P, so the actual outfits in this game will cost real money, But I've been playing this for a few weeks and have been having fun without spending any money. Mainly because this game features a detailed character customization!

I've seen some Single player rpgs that has less options than this! ...And to be honest, it's a little overwhelming, even if they really just let you edit the face and skin only.

Just look at all these options for the Second 'Chin adjustment' Section!

I'm going to have to leave most of this alone..

They also have a dedicated section for 'blush', most games pair this with other settings, making it so you have to trade off blush for tattoos or other features. And you can also adjust where the blush appears on your character. And for eyebrows..

What even is this? you get a choice of not just the 'pattern' but also the 'shading' (brightness) and a separate color option. Then there's a whole separate section with slides three different parts of the eyebrows, insider, middle and outer. not just left/right side. It's pretty crazy to see just how much a tweak to the eyebrows changes the expression:

I'm trying to create my standard 'cid' avatar, From style savvy, it was pretty easy in Fashion Dreamer and FF:XIV, As both have presets, but It's much harder with this game's more realistic style, and lack of presets for each section. And now the section I always get stuck on:

I don't know what it is about noses, but I never know what to do with them. I guess I've never paid any attention to them on others, so I don't really know what's considered 'a good nose' nor do I really have any preferences for designing them. Unless they distract from the rest of the face, I normally just want to leave them alone.

At most, I'll just tweak a few sliders to make it 'not generic' (i guess) and try to not make it look worse. This is really hard! Next we move on to lip options:

And here's where they decided to cheap out:

A few basic patterns, and two sliders 'shading' (color) and Luster (finish). It's not a huge deal, but feels like an odd choice, especially when eye makeup has like 3 times the options:

But when it comes to lip model, don't worry, you'll be back to being flooded with sliders:

Aside from skin tone, they also have two different "skin types:

It may be hard to see without zooming in, but they change the shading a bit, and how light interacts with your character's skin tone.

You'll also be able to adjust the luster, aging, and give your skin a metallic sheen?

You'll have multiple design slots for each character, and you can always go back and edit them for free!

Extra hairstyles can be unlocked as well, and can be switched at any time, as they not saved in your custom 'faces' for each character.

So here's my final look:

Not exactly a perfect fit, but I still think it turned out well:

(Turns out I had noting like the in-game outfit unlocked in ss, oops!) But again, my 'Cid' design does not have any set rules, other than "look cool and confident" so I guess this fits! I still need to mentally work on the "You don't need to justify your character creations" bit, But I think branching out my 'Cid' design with each game is helping a little, hopefully I'll be able to move to just saying "I want to make a cool looking character". or any other style, Fun, cute, funny, tough, etc. but that's still a work in progress! Anyways,I've been having a lot of fun editing various characters, but playing F2p means I'm limited in who I can unlock, But I'm not limited by how much creativity I can use!

Although, it's kinda sad that all these really cool outfits are locked behind $15+ purchases and lootboxes.

But, I guess they gotta fund their game somehow :-/ Anyways, I had a lot of fun playing and talking about this game with you all! Next CCC: Mecha break ---- Thanks for sticking by and reading this super long post! I've wanted to talk about a create-a-character in a game for a while, and this game happened to be wild enough to justify a post!

As always, all comments, questions, and suggestions are welcome! You literally can't bother me, unless you go out of your way to be a jerk, so post whatever you want to say

[juicezone]

I actually get exactly what you’re feeling, it’s the reason I stopped doing fan fiction requests, and even struggle to post days because it can feel like you are posting into the void. Personally I love your art. I’m actually jealous at the way you seem to so easily be able to create and draw ideas and characters where I feel it takes me forever just to get a sketch done. You’re art is simple and I don’t know how to exactly put it into words, the best I can think of it freeing. Like I get very caught up in all the details I feel that my art sucks without them and that’s what makes it hard for me to post, where your art style is so cute just with simple details and shading (I mean this as a huge compliment in case that’s not clear, it’s late here and my tone might be really off, so sorry if it is)

My advice to you is to one: go to bed, things always look better in the morning when you aren’t exhausted + don’t judge your work late at night,o I swear everything feels worse when you’re tired/it’s late <- the advice I need to learn to take myself lol

Two: possibly take a brake and draw art just for yourself. Then you don’t have to worry about what other’s think as the whole point is to just be self indulgent

Three: Personal experience here I don’t think it is just because you offer free art. I mean maybe for some people sure, but you’ve posted enough of your art that people know your art style by now and if they didn’t like it you wouldn’t be getting in so many requests.

Four: <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 <- all my love 🫂🫂🫂

honestly re: the ease, it's all just practice |D ive been drawing and i do commissions (on my public pages, tho not as much bc i dont advertise oops), ive probably been drawing for at least 10+ years now! i probably spent about 10 hours a week at least drawing i swear |D

a good portion of it def probably was the whole "looking @ it at night thing" bc i swear, i'll never learn my lesson about that either

and honestly i think you're right on point 2 as well!! I miss my boys i miss creating and drawing for them, so as much as I love making other ppl happy, I think i need tostart focusing on what makes me happy again for a bit <:)

but i feel you so so sooo much on the posting into the void aspect, i know im guilty of it too but im trying to make sure i leave more comments or things on works bc i know how happy it makes me <:)

[psychoticwillgraham]

gonna try and stay up as long as i can tonight and practice my numbers and makeup and hair!! for makeup, i used to be vehemently against any style that wasn’t semi realistic and styles with cartoony style lines or anything that could be considered clownish, but now? i wanna look as funky as possible bc john himself is a nasty, colorful freak that just so happens to be the devil himself, and my makeup has to reflect that.

I’ve also learned since then that there rlly is no ‘terrible’ makeup and no way to really do it ‘wrong’ bc everyone had a different facial structure, eyelids, stuff like that and what would be considered a ‘perfect’ look/style for one person and considered the standard, might not fit someone else. the only thing’s u rlly need to nail are eyeliner and eyebrows bc those two things really do make the entire mug. for me, i struggle badly with getting a straight line with the liner bc of my shaky ass right hand, but here’s a tip: the worse it looks, the bigger the false lashes should be.

and if ur gonna have to wear glasses to perform like me, have frames that are wide enough to show ur shadow and liner, plain thinner frames, and go over the top with the shadow, liner, and brows so that ppl will look at ur eyes, not just the glasses. I’ve learned this the hard way lmao and NEVER leave ur lips plain. if u just wanna do a plain, nude lip, then still overdraw them, and get a decent nude shade that compliments ur skin tone, but u can still tell the difference.

this turned into an advice post on accident oops