#I don't remember him posing like this in my past runs is this a new Inn idle? idk maybe i just didn't notice or forgot

[sangre]

yvaine is finally all freshened up :) I started a NG+2 last night and he's all dressed up and ready to go!!

[acid-ixx]

brutus: just a burning memory (villain au concept)

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

a/n: just a tiny excerpt i want to post regarding this because i want more conner kent content but make it angst after i posted smth spicy HAHAH. guys plsplspls i encourage all the comments. hell, even a single one inspired me to write this little drabble. i may not reply to all of them, but i read and cherish them with all my heart 🩷 i've been writing more these days and it's interactions and comments that drive me to write even more for this fandom so please, i'm on my knees.

tags: @sweetconnoisseurgardener, @winter-world, @bunbunbread, @thypplover.

"sweetheart— you're..." his voice, unsure and wispy, comes out in little quivers. wide, blue eyes stare at the silhouette of your all-too familiar, yet foreign body.

how could he not remember you, when it is only your the thrum of heartbeats that he cherishes in his memories? the shape of your hips in his hands? the puff of your cheeks he burned into his retina every time he blinks?

yet now you're too stiff, too sharp and out of place, a hint of expertise on your pose, as if it's ready to fight him, conner, your once beloved.

what happened...?

there was no softness in the shape of your shadow, no hands that fight the urge to run to him just to feel the warmth of his body, no yielding gazes fluttering up nor your nuzzled head rested on his chest.

the scar of your sudden break-up burns into his flesh the more he witnesses you come out of the shadow of the walls you're disguised in.

too different, too familiar, the seams of his poorly stitched heart rip once he sees you, once angelic now looking like you've fallen from grace, still so beautiful, still so poised yet poisonous— if he couldn't handle losing you back then, then he couldn't handle your reunion now.

he couldn't, no, not ever. he could never handle just how truly beautiful his soulmate is.

and right in front of him stands you... and he falls in love all over and over again, yet feels the fresh sting of heartbreak from all these years ago.

conner couldn't believe what was in front of him.

"what? i'm alive? changed? somethin' else? don't be so afraid to tell me, kon-baby." a new accent, from a different city, spoken in that alluring voice of yours, too gritty and sharp as a knife. cold, unforgiving eyes stare up at him like he was in enemy lines. there was no sentiment in your glare, no softness nor familiarity in your words.

it chips away at his heart, little by little.

there weren't enough words to describe how much he missed you, the way your sullen tone lightens at his presence, how you perfectly fit like a puzzle piece in his arms, your head burrowing into his neck and smelling his perfume. you say it's the only scent that calmed you down, that made your heart flutter 'cause it reminds you of him, it made his heart buzz at the sweet words.

ever since then, kon always made sure to wear that treasured perfume every single day after your confession, even after your disappearance did the use of that scent surge into his apartment, invading his sensitive nostrils like the plague. the fear of forgetting you, the memories of your precious giggles and calm intakes of air with him echoing all day in his solitude without you.

he misses those soft moments.

but this? whoever this is standing face to face with him is not you, the sharp sting of your words sound completely foreign, your laughter, once fluttery, now sounds manic as if your past affection for him was you merely telling a joke. the nickname you called him, his nickname that you oh-so fondly call him tastes bitter in his tongue.

unbelievable... there's something different about you, it's not the same you he's looking at anymore. he takes away his sunglasses hanging just below his nose, yet the image doesn't change.

you don't change into your old self, his heart breaks just a bit more.

yet he couldn't find the heart to attack you, standing frozen in his spot to take in your still-so ethereal form in his eyes, afraid that you'll disappear again; despite tim's warning signals on the new face of a villain.

he couldn't, because it's still you he's looking at.

you're still his sweetheart.

even if you don't share the same feathery whispers your voice had all those years ago. it's sharper, it stings conner's ears hearing the parched grate of your words, but his hearing still picks up the familiar innocence hidden behind it all; stained by the putrid world, corrupted until what's left was evil that he was so accustomed to dealing with.

he doesn't know what hurts more: your dead eyes losing its once angelic light, or how the same eyes stares at him like there was no romance that sparked between the narratives of your lives in the first place.

"... oh, (name)-sweetie, please tell me what happened...?" it hurts to talk, he had thought those therapy sessions with his other teammates could help him rebound with the break-up, but years of anguish don't heal, it builds up and it breaks at the slightest reminder of the past. it'll hurt either way, nothing helps.

nobody could truly control your true feelings. not even yourself.

losing his first, his one and only true love, that made him feel like he's deserving of existing in this world, that united the scars of being human and kryptonian; never knowing which side you're bound to be— calling him by his name, so sweetly and lovingly, the flutter of your voice curing all ails, feeling like the soft breeze of spring kissing his skin.

the sudden withdrawal of it all, the emptiness and befuddling emotions that comes after, losing someone who held the lock and key to your heart, whilst no answers are supplied in your thoughts from all the mind-numbing questions swirling inside your head—

it could break anyone, and it had broken conner.

conner just couldn't bury the tightening knot on his chest, how his throat seems to close in on itself, or the tears that began stinging the corners of his eyes.

"well you said it yourself, baby. people change, time changes and nothin' ever stays the same."

you speak as if your words are absolute, you don't even bother pretending to be happy at your reunion, you don't see conner as your beloved anymore.

"this is... this shouldn't be..."

happening? or was there a clawing notion in his heart that hoped with even your eventual change, that you'll still cherish him with all your soul despite the transformation, despite turning into a wanted criminal from across the nation?

because he could've understood, the neglect from your family, the emotional and even physical abuse, the misunderstood arguments and unheard requests. in all your special occasions, your birthdays, hell, even graduations and important milestones in your life, you're mistreated and broken. conner understood what it's like being rejected by the people you idolize, it's what made him notice you in the first place.

he could've helped hide you in a more safer threshold so nobody could hurt you anymore. all he really wanted was to be your sole exception to the corruption in your heart.

after all, he's still a man in love, bound by the precious memories and the neverending affection he feels for you, his soulmate. nothing in the world can change his dedication to see you smile, no matter how crooked and sadistic it is now— he was charged by your presence alone; you are, and always will be his motivation.

but you don't cherish him, you're different in a way that treats him differently too. and he doesn't want that, he doesn't want to be denied your love that he seeks in this cruel world. you're the only person in this universe that could topple the walls in his heart.

conner doesn't want to stand in his spot, looking at you any longer. at your cruel, yet beautifully glowing eyes and your body that he wishes to rest his clammy fingers on. he wants to kiss you, he wants to touch and feel you personally, forget all the mishaps you both went through just to spend another night alone together under the moonlight, dancing with the breeze of gotham's polluted and singing to the shouts of its citizens...

now all the questions form into a singular entity. it's what shatters his heart to pieces in the end, because you refuse to answer still. you refuse with a sadistic smile and a harsh laugh, going off in a tangent he couldn't understand; he wishes to understand with what's going on in your brain.

conner just wants to understand you, even if you're different now, because he still loves you.

so what happened to you...?

who took away conner's precious sweetheart?

[probablysimpledreams]

Scary? My God You're Divine

(Fyodor x reader: NSFW)

a/n: omg Fyodor has been taking up too much space in my brain lately so I finally had to write for him <3 he's so pretty but in like a way pls hurt me way LOL

cw: toxic relationship dynamic (it's Fyo idk what yall expected lol), afab reader but otherwise gender neutral, lingerie, uhhh smut, oh mix of degrading and praise from Fyo, refers to reader as "milaya" for petname (I've seen multiple translations as darling, cute/cutie, & sweetheart)

wc: 1k

You hum happily as you spin around the dressing room, loving the way the expensive clothing fit your frame. It had been ages since your last shopping trip, and honestly you couldn't remember the last time you left your house. Ever since you and Fyodor had become serious, you have been living in the private manor he had built to suit your needs. Sometimes he would visit for a while, but often times he had other business to attend to. Despite not always being around, Fyodor always ensured your needs, wants, and safety were granted. The manor was filled with everything you asked for from private chefs who cooked whatever you wished, as many pets as you wanted to keep you company, and everything else you asked for. Not many people can understand your lifestyle, viewing your off grid manor as a cage, but this didn't matter to you. You were happy and in love and that's all that mattered to you.

A soft smile on your face as you imagine the sweet words your boyfriend will utter to you later tonight when you both are home and you get to show him everything from your shopping trip. Fyodor had been away on an extra long "work trip" these past few months, and you have been anxiously been awaiting his return. The excitement you felt this morning waking up to a letter detailing his return later tonight alongside a large sum of cash to spend before his return home continued to run through your veins as you tried on more clothes. You grab all the pieces that frame your figure perfectly, happily walking to the cashier before handing the bags over to the body guards accompanying you.

After hours of walking around the upscale mall, you were ready to head back home. You begin calling for one of the body guards to pull the car around until a certain store's display catches your eye. A wide smirk paints your face as your eyes scan over the angelic lingerie set the mannequin was dressed in, calling for the bodyguards to wait a little longer before leaving.

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"You look beautiful milaya," your boyfriend offers a small smile with his praise as you twirl around the bedroom in your new outfits. Though he did not like when you left the security of his control by going out in public, his love for your little "fashion shows" after a day out shopping was much stronger. These moments belonged to only him, you belonged to only him. He hummed thinking about that fact as you raced off to grab your next outfit, your eyes sparkling as you ramble on about a movie you had recently watched. His eyes watched your every movement, eyebrow raised as you grab a bag and head off into the bathroom. "Where are you going off to?"

"This outfit is a surprise baby! You'll see in a moment," you call out from behind the closed door. He chuckled at your actions, attention returning to his laptop as he waits for your return.

His eyes widen as you reenter the bedroom, posing in your white lacey lingerie set. You climb onto the bed, closing his laptop and placing it on the nightstand before sitting on his lap.

"Surprise!" you chuckle, already feeling aroused watching his purple eyes scan your body. His hands grip your waist, fingers toying with the lacey strings of the lingerie set.

"My my, I don't recall instructing you to buy something like this in my note, milaya," he hums, hands trailing up and down your sides.

"That's the point of a surprise," you smile innocently. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your face closer to his to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Whatever am I going to do with you," he sighs, hands returning to their tight grip on your waist. He pulls you in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. You whine against his lips, trying desperately to break free of his grasp and grind against him. "Patience darling."

"Fyo pleaseeee," you whine. "I've been patient for months!! I've missed you!! I need you!!" You exactly what he wanted to hear, how to get exactly what you wanted. You prided yourself on being Fyodor's one weakness in this world.

"Mmm," he happily hums, mentally noting how you said all the right answers. He loved playing these games with you, and he especially loved how you always were able to keep up with him. You were his precious darling, his angel. "I'm not fully convinced," he teased, evil smirk growing across his face. Anyone else would be attempting to run away from him after seeing this expression, however you only became more turned on. He took quick note of this too. "Look at you ______," one of his hands left your waist and traveled down to your clothed core. You gasp as he pushes the lace away from your skin, fingers running up and down your wet folds. "Making a mess of my lovely surprise. That needy? How pathetic." You cry out as his fingers begin rubbing circles against your clit.

"F-Fyodor!" you throw your head back, crying out his name. Your legs begin to shake as his movements grow faster, pushing you to your climax. "Fyo-Fyo I-I'm gonna," you cry and squirm as he kisses up and down your neck.

"Cum for me _______," he hums as you cry out his name again and again as you ride out your high. Your body shakes as you try to catch your breathe. It had been months since you've felt this good, your own fingers and toys not comparing in the slightest to what Fyodor can do. However, you don't get much time to recover before you're thrown onto your back, Fyodor now hovering you. "We're only beginning," that evil grin returning to his face before he kisses your cheek softly. "This is what you wanted, right milaya? You've been so good, let me indulge you tonight."

[ateez-himari]

[ARCHIVE] FLIGHTLESS BIRD

...

A whole lot was happening back then Don't know why things are so hectic I'ma bring back my memories, I can't even remember

Hushed conversations echoed through the apartment building as the seven trainees opened the door to their shared space, only to still in shock at the sight of movement on their couch, although the figure was much too small to pose a threat. Tension instantly dissolved when the living room lights revealed that the strange shadow was none other than the young girl they had become closely acquainted with over the past months, sleepy eyes struggling to remain open. In what seemed near panic one of the older members ran over to take her in his arms, brushing away hair strands still dripping with melting snowflakes while inspecting every visible inch of skin.

'What are you doing here, Hima ?!' He nearly yelled, causing his sister to flinch slightly. 'I'm sorry I just...does Hanzo know ?'

'Nii-Chan is still locked up in his room, but I left him a note saying that I was coming to visit you!' She said proudly, holding out a bus ticket. 'Aunt-...mom and dad said we'd go together but they had to work late again...so I came alone.'

The shattering of a normally hardened heart was almost audible as he realized what was implied in this short explanation; with the only remaining biological tie she had being completely lost in grief, there was no one at home to care for the clearly distressed child and much like every other day, loneliness haunted her. It should have been tears marking her flushed cheeks, yet the usual beaming smile so adored by their town's elderly remained unmoving, as though nothing was wrong, as though the weight of independence was not placed upon her frail shoulders.

'G-Go greet everyone, I'm gonna get you some milk.' He finally spoke up after clearing his throat, hurrying into the kitchen.

Running into the young men's arms, the little girl who remained blissfully unaware of the emotional breakdown her brother was nearing with every thought regarding the situation at home began introducing them to the small tiger plush sent by their oldest sibling. While closing the fridge, the rapper in training could not help but to admire the radiant smile adorning bruised lips, taking a moment to laugh at the little fangs he had always found rather odd. Perhaps this was what happiness truly felt like, not simply certain moments in life but the appearance of someone so bright they acted as the sun chasing away grey clouds without effort.

...

When the younger rapper entered the living area with the intention to relieve stress by watching whatever movie channels would play at this hour, he found the lovely intruder sound asleep on her brother's chest as one of his hands soothingly ran along her back, the other thoughtfully hovering over a gauze covered ear. Watching this loving interaction made him realize that this broken little girl was one of the few things keeping his friend going in such hard times, yet this was also saddening news as he knew the weight of life made him rely on her unknowingly.

Their bond brought warmth into everyone's hearts as despite the harshness of trainee life the members had watched their friend take the little time they had off to pick her up at school, to teach her basketball, to take her to the zoo, spending almost every second taking care of his unfortunately neglected sister. The older members however were aware of darker truths behind this relationship as they bore witness to the impact his poor mental state was having on this already fragile girl, one drunken night revealing that it was her who saved his life while in the midst of grieving. They knew the man made desperate attempts at becoming the presence she was missing, yet the child kept so closely to herself that it was clear most days were spent with very little interaction, leaving her to navigate an unsure world alone.

'What the hell am I doing, Hoseok ?' The man asked absently, pulling the blanket over his sister as she stirred slightly. 'I've been with her since she was a baby, but when she needs me the most, when her entire world just fell apart, I can't even show up.'

The responsibility had fallen on his shoulders out of nowhere during a time where he could not even care for himself, and not once could he blame the girl's biological brother as grief was slowly eating the young man alive no matter how hard he tried to fight. Times where the high schooler stepped outside for more than academics seemed almost distant to their sister, who often slept in front of his door as an attempt to feel even the slightest hint of his warmth that once served as comfort during stormy nights despite the lack of response that her endless affectionate actions faced.

'I don't think she sees it that way.' His friend carefully sat next to the couch, observing the sleeping figure for a moment. 'Hima is such a loving soul, I doubt hatred is even part of her vocabulary. The world is just too harsh for someone like her...that's all.'

'We'll make it.' Yoongi whispered. 'I have to make it all worth it, I can't have abandoned her and Hanzo for nothing.'

Hands that had never once trembled until this very moment gently grazed over the fresh scars that seemed much too foreign on once flawless skin, finding some humor in the fact that they closely resembled tiger markings. He wondered whether this was the universe claiming that her soft demeanor was hiding the fighting spirit of this animal, or whether this was simply some sick joke after having forever broken a heart too pure for this universe.

'I promise, I'll make you proud.'

[georgiapeach30513]

Peach, you're the best! Thank you for posting that amazing pasta art! (And thank you to the lovely artist who made it =)) - Mrs Pasta.

That being said...I have a few things to say. No words of wisdom, just some thoughts. Some people will disagree with my takes but if you're here reading it, read it carefully and really consider what I said before you disregard.

Every time something happens that gets a certain portion of fans excited that "it's coming to an end," it is nearly always (99.9) followed by something that completely disputes that hope and gets everyone angry, upset, and riled up. It's time to pick up on the patterns, guys!

Ramen and Soba attended the GG afterparty for Soba's agency but didn't show up for the red carpet or awards show. It's got some people thinking Ramen fell off on the HW hierarchy food chain but people. Please. Let's be honest with ourselves here. Did they not attend because he couldn't get an invite since he's "so irrelevant" now or did they not attend because them trying to act like they know each other in real time, for the camera, would be a feat harder than climbing Mt. Everest? Why else do y'all think Soba attended the GQ event with Cup of Noodles instead? You know, the one where she actually did pose for photos and walk the red carpet? And flash her loaned jewelry and "wedding ring" but refused to speak to reporters because she had nothing to promote? It's giving "a...weird face wife that will never do an interview" XD

Every time something happens that gives another portion of fans the chance to "gloat," something else happens to throw a wrench into the mix. You don't question why only one "director" got a random picture of soba and ramen in the same bowl but nobody else saw them? And they can only be mentioned in a throwaway line by a Condé Nast publication (Vogue, Vanity Fair, GQ) and neither Ramen nor Soba could spring for a stylist this time? Looks like somebody doesn't want to make that red carpet debut...but why not? Aren't y'all married for the 50th time in a year and also expecting for the 20th time in the past two years?

Lastly. Just because Ramen has had a few pitfalls this past year does not mean that suddenly he's dropped to C-D list and that he's completely irrelevant in the industry now. I understand having critical flops can hurt your career. Of course it can. And in fact, I'm sure these pitfalls have hurt him. But remember that just because someone is doing well now doesn't mean they'll always do well, and just because someone is having a rough few years doesn't mean they'll never get a comeback.

I'd also like to close with a reminder to those gloating on about how RDJ is doing better and Ramen is failing in life...RDJ was once a drug addict and ended up in jail. My parents still mention this about him every time they see him on TV....people do remember when the biggest news of his career was him getting arrested. Also, after Endgame? Does anyone remember Doolittle? 15% on rotten tomatoes had people thinking RDJ fell off. And then covid hit and he was just doing his own thing for a few years. Now look at him. Looks like that awards campaigning worked! Because no disrespect, Robert, but your Oppenheimer performance was lukewarm at best. IMO, You deserved it more for Tropic Thunder and I say that as someone who genuinely admires you.

I hope I didn't ruffle any feathers. It's just tiring to see people ignore certain things for the sake of running with a narrative.

Love ya, Peach!

Mrs. Pasta, thank you for gracing us with your presence twice today. I honestly, have nothing to add to this great observation. I was just talking about a lot of these points earlier with some mutual about a certain even with a super shiny watch 🤭 I honestly never thought about equating Katt’s words about weird faced wife that will never give an interview to this 😵‍💫 but your’e on to something there!

Looks like someone reached into the depths of their closet to try and scrounge up a look last week, but what do I know?

Mrs. Pasta, I always look forward to your takes and observations.

@inshelliesworld created some cute little Mrs. Pasta art 😊

[drconstellation]

Gabriel as a Shoulder Angel: S2 Study

Part 1: Ep.1 The Arrival and Ep.2 The Clue

This meta follows on from Gabriel as a Shoulder Angel: S1 Study

We see a lot more of Gabriel in S2, and we get to see him in the past and as well as the present. He is still our familiar sinister-sided archangel, but he gets to interact with both Crowley and Aziraphale this time, not just Aziraphale and the other archangels. And when that happens, the results tell a story on their own.

Episode 1: The Arrival

When Gabriel arrives, he takes center stage.

He manages to keep himself in the center stage spotlight all they way up to the steps of the Garden of Eden bookshop, where he greets a horrified Aziraphale like a long lost friend.

It doesn't matter if he's looking in or out of the shop, Gabriel is still both center stage and an angel, although actually a kind of fallen angel, as we find out, while Aziraphale stands on his left as a shoulder demon, trying to deny him entry (well, he is Guardian of the Eastern Gate, after all.)

Once settled inside, Aziraphale puts Gabriel on the spot for a bit of questioning, while he remains on scene-left as the questioning demon. This turns out to be a very interesting location - a side position of a Solomon's Magic Circle where you put people - or supernatural beings - for questioning to get the truth out of them.

Eventually the box Gabriel bought with him is remembered, where it was left by the front door of the shop, and Aziraphale retrieves it. Now we see Gabriel on the left-hand side, as a demon. By now, it should be realized that we are following roughly the same story line as the beginning of S1E1, and Gabriel could be swapped for Crowley.

Yes, that's right. Put Crowley in Gabriel's place. A fallen angel/demon sidles up to an angel on the wall of Eden, there is a prompt for a name because they aren't sure who they are, and shelter is given beneath the angel's wing. A new name is given for the fallen. The demon was attracted to the angel as they remembered them as being kind to them in the past.

Later, a Gabriel is presented to Crowley as the problem for him to solve, we find he's back on the angelic right. "See, told you I looked like a Gabriel." (oh, there is more to this one, but I'm saving this for another meta!)

Then he becomes the center of conflict between Aziraphale and Crowley for the rest of the evening:

Until they perform the hiding miracle on him. Once that is done, he moves to the demonic far-left.

Episode 2: The Clue

This episode contains the Job minisode, A Companion to Owls, and we see Gabriel at his demonic left-hand side best. When Aziraphale takes the scroll with the bet to Heaven to get it checked out, Gabriel tells Aziraphale to trust in God's plans, it's not up to them to interfere in anything. Eh, thanks, Gabe.

Back in the bookshop in the present day, he's creeping around, creeping out Aziraphale in a different way.

The archangels arrive at the bookshop door to question Aziraphale over the 25 lazurii miracle that set off alarms in Heaven, and Jim stands behind the angel's left shoulder as a shoulder-demon. (If you would like more information on Jim's vest, see my meta The Assistant Book Seller)

Jim is excited by their visit and runs around the bookshop like a buzzing fly trying to find books to entice them with, but because he's hidden, they don't take much notice of him. When he does pause to make an offering to them, its usually from their left.

When the fly with Gabriel's essence and Jim get too close, and Michael finally gets suspicious, it's still a left-hand encounter.

Then the archangels leave and Jim is left on the right-hand side, with the white bust looking back at him again.

This bust is identified in the meta A. Z. Fell & Co. bookshop and its statues by @youryurigoddess as the Head of the Victorious Athlete. The op applies an interpretation in context to Aziraphale but seeing how we get Gabriel posed next to it twice, perhaps we should have a closer look at what it might be trying to tell us about this angel as well.

The op says: "The presented athlete is victorious because he’s the epitome of the Platonic Triad of higher Forms: Truth, Beauty, and Excellence, understood in the wider context of the Greek Aretē."

Arete. Ah. A perfect concept for what just happened, really. Have you read my meta Portable People? In it I describe how the books represent people and humanity to Jim, and he is excited to be able to share with the archangels what he has learnt down here on Earth already, but they are not interested. If arete is linked to knowledge, and virtue is also knowledge, he is definitely standing on the right side here.

What do you know, Jim? As Jim is questioned by both Aziraphale and Crowley after their visit to the pub on what he remembers, Jim remains on the demonic left-hand side, and Crowley takes the angelic far-right.

He remains on the left as he is possessed and quotes some lines from the Book of Job (recall that only demons are supposed to be able to do possessions of other bodies) and as he comes out of it.

Back in that past, Gabriel is in his usual position again.

Until Aziraphale turns up to stand even further to the left!

I recently wrote about this scene in another meta, Angelic Sheep and Demonic (Scape)goats, so I'm just going to copy it here:

If we take the example from the Job minisode below, we can see quite an interesting dynamic from the scene blocking. On the left, we have Sitis and Job, who is crouching down. They are an Aziraphale-Crowley parallel-pair, and they are even colour-coded with their colours! Sitis, in Aziraphale's teal on the angelic right of yellow tunic-wearing Job, who's modelling Crowley's suffering for sin but without understanding why. Job has crouched down to highlight Crowley's entrance. On the right the glowing angels are arrayed - Michael on the angelic right shoulder, Gabriel in the middle (more often than not he stands on the demonic left) but this time Aziraphale is taking the far left demonic position, and we know why - he's about to lie like a demon! But even on a grander scale, Sitis, Job and Crowley all stand on the angelic RHS of the visiting angels, making the archangels and Aziraphale all collectively LHS demons in this scene. And Gabriel thought they'd won the bet...*snort*

"Aziraphale, who are they?" (Aziraphale lies like a demon while on the left.)

AZIRAPHALE: You know, you really used to be… awful. I mean, so awful. GABRIEL: Am I awful now? AZIRAPHALE: I don't know. I hope not. GABRIEL: Oh… Good.

"It was the day my grandmother exploded." "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." Whatever that is. "It was a nice day." That's more like it.

Here's Jim on the angelic side, and I reckon he's in Gabriel the Herald mode here, uttering some foreshadowing for S3. Yep, all three lines. Just look at that light streaming in from behind him...

This meta is part of a series on Gabriel in S2

Gabriel as a Shoulder Angel: S1 Study

S2 Study Part 2: Ep.3 I Know Where I'm Going and Ep. 5 The Ball

S2 Study Part 3: Ep.6 Every Day

First Order Archangels Part 1: Maybe You'll See An Archangel

First Order Archangels Part 2: Foils of War

[civil-corps-wife]

1.0 spoilery stream of consciousness

Because I made a blog specifically for my random thoughts and opinions about My Time At games.

Why is the download speed 1MB/s? Why are you like this, internet old buddy old pal? It's also patching which is a bit faster but still additional time

There's taking a walk just like in Portia, I already love it. Even your spouse kinda leaving you in the middle of nowhere is accurate!

People come to your house to hang out! The first one ever was Owen. Sorry pal, gotta run and uncover new romantic possibilities

I kinda regret not going past the last update's mission spam on most of my saves, now I have to see the same cutscenes five times. I also keep walking into the Ninja Sword conversation trigger

Five people showed at my door. My Portia strat was to always hang out with Albert and without him, I don't quite know who to choose

Okay, I went through other guys looking for new content, now let's get down to business and let me adopt Andy

Logan and Andy are conniving. Is it gonna be The Brightest Star all over again?

OH NO, WILSON--

I love Burgess. He just when from total meltdown to absolute happiness in like ten seconds. I mean, look at him, how can you not love him?

I kinda wished for more poses, especially romance ones like in Portia. What do you mean my husband can't hold me?

I really love Burgess.

They've added a kiss on the cheek, it is so sweet

Ooh, the Rogue Knight topic arises!

"Have you ever been so mad you threw a school?"

They're referencing our fandom again, this time how mad some people got at Deputy Captain!

Well, I don't think Captain is the best deputy anymore

Unsuur's name didn't change to "Deputy Unsuur" and this is outrageous.

I saw a bunny at the Bend!

Jasmine and Andy helping Logan propose to the builder is my new favorite thing about the game

You can adopt Andy now. He counts as a literal, official child that will call you his parent. It's too much. I love this game.

You can make NPCs wear recolored outfits!?

My builder and Logan got married on Andy's birthday and I think it's perfect

My perfect wedding with Logan got spoiled by Unsuur saying that he loves me. I mean I love you too man, but this is exactly why I have six saves!

I just learned that DLCs dropped. Here goes my money!

I GOT A LETTER FROM MY DEAR, SWEET, FAVORITE HIGGINS! He wants to be my friend. My Sandrock life is complete now. There isn't another character I love quite as much as I love Higgins.

I love how I'm supposed to be a fair judge for the school project and yet it's obvious I'll vote for my son Andy. He doesn't need to try, he's the best anyways

You can go on play dates as a family! And I am still amazed that Andy works like your builder's own child so you can take him too! What am I saying, he IS the builder's own child now! I don't think there's a feature I love more.

Speaking of DLC, since I named the Meerkat after my favorite character, Higgins, I thought I'd name the Gecko after my another favorite, Albert. They also, uh, have similar eyes. For better or worse.

Also, for some reason the Gecko has Dan-bi and Rian in its relationships marked as family? Is it their child?

New Pablo's lines sound so good. Remember when he used to have a very attidute-y voice but people complained and they changed it to a harsher one? Well, he sounds softer again and I love it!

Pablo's designs are literally DLC clothes so him asking if I would pay for such clothes... uh-oh...

Alice from Portia got mentioned!

Rian sending a letter that his daughter was born warms my heart

And on top of this amazingness, Fang will treat Ginger!

Ginger and Gust are about to arrive and I might just faint. It's like falling for Gust all over again

Ooh, they made Ginger so pretty! Not that she wasn't before but she's even more now!

Gust doesn't look as salty as he used to which is a pity

Oh, also apparently Gust has the same VA as in Portia. This might be the end of my builders' faithfulness to their husbands

Fang and Gust interacting feels so surreal. They're so similar and yet so different

Gust is so darn mean. I'm into this.

I don't really like how he's treating Fang but I'm still biased. Gonna look the other way I suppose

Ooh, they made Justice interact with Gust! Two of my absolute favorite husbands talking is just the best thing that happened

What's the deal with my Portia husbands narrowly escaping death in Sandrock?

There are so many name drops! Dr Xu, Russo, Mars and Carol, Alice. I can technically play Portia and see them any time but it still hits hard

I got a Papa Bear shirt!

The fact that Ginger being healthy again is canon takes the cake today

[rui-drawsbox]

Hi um I really like the Arashi magical girl au so I hope it's alright if I talk a bit about what's in my head. I wrote down a few scenarios and did a quick storyboard for one (will draw everything out later). er here one of the scenarios I wrote (don't wanna make this post too long)

Scenario based on how Nazuna left Shu and how Mika does the same later

Mika: I still remember that day when Nazuna left…

Dark, dreary bg colors, Nazuna’s back is facing camera.

Mika: Nazuna-nii? Where are you going?

Nazuna pauses. He turns his head a bit. Close-up of his mouth.

Mika (Voice over): His words were a whisper… but I heard him clearly.

Nazuna: Sorry. I hope you'll understand one day...

Back in present. Mika holds a burned photo of him and Arashi. The side with Arashi is burned but bits of her hair and clothes can still be seen. (Shu was the one who burned the photo after seeing Mika look at it. Me thinks he threw it in a fire and after he left, Mika managed to salvage it but the side with Arashi is completely burnt)

Mika: I understand now. And I know what I have to do now.

Um there is a scene where Mika screams at Shu. Mika grabs Shu by the front of his clothes and flings him to the ground. Mika then walks away, now his back is facing camera.

Shu: Don’t you dare take another step or I’ll-

Mika (turns around): Or you’ll what? 

Close-up of Mika’s face.

Mika: I won't let you control me anymore.

Mika walks away.

Flashback to another scene in the past when Nazuna was still working for Shu.

They have come to Earth for the first time. They somehow come across a photo booth. Mika is very excited about what it is and Shu is about to scold him, telling him that their mission is more important. Shu then looks at Nazuna, who is quiet but is clearly interested in photo booth too. Shu relents and they take photos. At first they don’t know how it works so the photos turn out goofy. Then after getting the hang of it, Shu makes them pose a certain way. When he sees the photo strip, he does admit that the humans are interesting to have this sort of method to store memories. He cuts and throws the goofy trial photos away but Nazuna secretly takes them out. Perhaps when he betrays Shu, Nazuna’s final way to move on is to burn those photos, although Mika and Shu do not know. (yes photos being burned for dramatic flair)

In present, when Nazuna meets Mika after he leaves Shu, they hang out. They see a photo booth again. Nazuna makes a small remark about the previous photo with Shu. He asks Mika if he wants to take another photo. Mika asks if the Knights could take a pic with them too. In this pic, Mika is far happier. 

was thinking of parallels for Nazuna and Mika

Nazuna left quietly (was afraid of confronting Shu so he just wrote a note) Mika left with a bang! screams at Shu and grabs him by front of his clothes and throws him on the ground :D The photo that Nazuna kept of him, Shu, and Mika made him stay longer than he would have. Looking at it made him guilty for wanting to leave. Mika's photo of him and Arashi makes him realize that he has to leave Shu.

ok I will run away now. have a nice day :]

hihi! hello ask from 4 months ago haha /sobs/ im glad you enjoyed the au! sorry for not answer before haha,,

actually i loved this idea sm that i made a drawing about this at the time! i didn't liked the result and burned out lol, tried to make like a fake screenshot but it looked wonky tbh

i edited it a bit today (mabye i went overboard with those two, it looks kinda too dark even for a night and it looks unsettling lol) so it wasnt too gray (and mabye cuz i wanted to use these new cool effect in clip i learned the other day)

and my friend let me say that i loVE when photos have a heavy sentimental value for characters, im a sucker for the burned photo trope

+ Shu, Mika and Nazuna not being from earth makes me laugh for some reason, like, does this count as scifi if arashi is fighting vs technically aliens?/j

but if i think about it it would be like Madoka Magica(?), like, Arashi's cat should be an alien so why not the villians? i makes sense for me at least

also the parallels between Nazuna and Mika?!??!!"?!? im in love!??!?!??! the way they leaved Shu in such different ways?!??! the way their actions get affected by a simple piece of paper that means a lot for them?!?!??! thats my favorite part fr

and yeah go mika go! tell him his truths! he deserves it! *cheer moves*

byee! i loved this sm!! sorry for not answer this before!!!

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Dream Eater - Chapter 2 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Come in and tell me all about it."

Dante lets me go and leads the way inside.

His apartment is long and narrow and runs half the length of the warehouse.

One wall is all window and most of the space is taken up with art supplies.

Finished works line the other walls.

Like everything about them, Dante's paintings are elegant, refined and classically inspired.

Most feature nudes but none are obscene... which is surprising, coming from a sex-demon.

I've modeled for them in the past and my own face stares back at me from more than one place on the wall.

I look up at the largest example.

The guy in the painting has pale skin smooth as cream, eyes like liquid emeralds, silky brown curls and a mouth like ripe fruit.

Dante says they only paint the truth but the guy in the painting is not who I see in the mirror.

I glance over at the full-length one Dante uses for self-portraits.

The guy in the mirror looks like... well, he looks like he could use a shower and a warm meal... which, honestly, is why I'm here.

Dante's 'living room' is a collection of mismatched furniture arranged in a semi-circle against one corner.

I drop into a chair and they recline elegantly on a low sofa.

By the time I finish my story, they're sitting up, leaning forward with interest.

Even without recounting too many details, recalling the dream has me shaking again at the memory of so much fear and pain.

"And this guy has these dreams 'every time he sleeps'?" Dante asks, incredulous.

I nod.

"There's no way he's human. I mean, I'm a fucking 'dream-eater' and one time, was too much."

"You really think he might be Fallen?" Dante's deep purple eyes are bright with fascination.

Human religions are a mix of vague truths and fairy-tales.

Angels and Devils, Asuras and Devas, Aesir and Vanir, Gods and Titans... all are names for the same thing.

Basically, a long time ago there was this fight between two kinds of powerful beings and one side lost.

They are the Fallen.

They're dangerous and they're not supposed to be on this earthly plane.

"But I don't know how he could be," I say. "I mean, he didn't know I was a demon and he seems to genuinely thinks he's just an architect but that dream..." I shudder.

I can always tell when a dream is a memory or at least based on one.

Things are clearer.

Sometimes I can pick up smells and tastes, remembered sensations but nothing as strong as what I experienced with Damien Knight.

That shit was real.

"It sounds like one of the Hell realms, alright," Dante muses. "But if he somehow managed to escape from that, he's either very clever or one badass motherfucker or both. Whatever he is, he's trouble. I'd stay away if I were you."

"Don't worry," I laugh and rub my hands over my face. "If I never see him again it'll be too soon."

********

Dante agrees to let me stay with them until I can figure out my next move.

In exchange, they ask that I sit for them, as often and for as long as they ask.

This means hours of posing naked and motionless while Dante paints.

It's not my favorite thing but it beats the alternative.

By the end of the week, the thousand dollars is almost gone and I haven't had much luck with new clients.

I got two but they were both pretty weak.

One guy dreamed his checkbook wouldn't balance and he had to go through about ten thousand receipts to make sure they all added up.

The boredom wasn't worth the small amount of energy he gave me.

The other was a woman whose worst nightmare was that she came second in a marathon.

I mean, if I could finish a marathon at all, I'd be happy.

There was a lot of running and I woke up feeling like I'd lost energy rather than gained any.

Dante is generous but I can't stay with them forever.

I give myself two days to come up with new clients or a new plan.

After that... I don't want to prove Max right but I've done worse to survive.

I'm in the middle of redesigning my profile page on the job site, when a message from another social media platform pops up.

It's from Damien Knight.

Fuck.

Of course I used my real name on the job app and he must've traced it. I open the message.

Alex,

Since you haven't responded through the other site, I'm reaching out here. I'd like to schedule another session with you for my dreams. When can we meet?

Damien

I hesitate but then reply.

I'm booked. Not taking any clients.

There. Short and sweet.

He replies immediately.

I'll pay double your rate. $2,000 for two hours.

Ha ha... that's not double.

That's ten times my rate but he doesn't know that.

Proud of my resolve, I type...

'Sorry. No can do.'

I hit send.

Minutes tick by, and I start to feel hopeful that he got the message and gave up.

I go back to editing my profile, when another message pops up.

'I'll pay anything. Name your price.'

Jeez. Will this guy not take a hint?

On a whim, I answer.

$25,000.

His reply is immediate.

Done. When?

Shit. I stare at my screen.

You how people say stuff like, 'I wouldn't do that for any money?'

Well, most of the time they don't mean it and most of the time neither would I.

Not this time.

I'm sorry, I type.

I can't help you. Please stop contacting me.

I let out a long breath and fall back on the couch where I've slept for the past week.

My energy's low, and I need to find a nightmare soon... paying client or not.

There're always the hobos by the docks, if I get really desperate.

I'm frowning at that unpleasant thought, when another message pings.

Reluctantly, I reach for my cell-phone.

Once again, it's from Damien Knight.

I just turned down twenty-five grand but somehow I find these words harder to refuse.

I'm begging you. Please help me.

I stare at the message for ten minutes.

Finally, I type my reply.

Tomorrow 6pm

My finger hovers over the button.

I close my eyes and hit send. 

[jaderimehardt]

I am back with another ramble-y blog post! I've been posting a lot these the past few days, haven't I? I disappear indefinitely, and then pop back up as actively as ever. Strange, right? 🤔

So, earlier I officially announced my Etsy is up and running, woo! 🥳 I got most things done for it, like my website, social media posts, headers, banners, icons, etc. Only thing I'm missing is making dividers. I'm kinda lagging behind on making those... (I'll get to it 🫠 my brain feels like mush atm. I need a break.)

Thing is, my idea of a "break" is ~go to Youtube to watch videos, and absorb information~ which is technically "not a break".

I'll do this for probably 2-3 hours, depending on how "drained" I feel. I do come out feeling like I've learned a lot though! (But my brain isn't getting a rest, lol 😅)

Let me share just one video from someone new I found (that I totally subscribed to). I really like his videos and I'll be watching a lot more of them in the future. He has a great sense of humor and his vids are very helpful.

I watched a couple of his color theory vids as well because the last time I can remember studying color theory-anything was years ago.

It doesn't hurt to brush up on those things. Like, I forgot about the triadic color scheme. I don't know why that one specifically 🤔. The others I was like "Oh yeah! For sure remember those." but my brain was like "Triad? That went poof somewhere along the way, derp." 🙃

It's possible I've been passively applying it all this time without realizing it but I'd have to go back through my art and look 🤷🏻‍♀️

And then mix some of his information with tips and tricks from another person I recently found (and linked a couple days ago). I'll link another vid I found today from her that I really liked.

The last vid from her would work great on watercolor paper that's weighted/heavy enough to take in solvents (from a couple posts ago). But this method, I feel is great for paper that is too lightweight where you cant.

All this is to say, I'm finding a lot of motivation from these videos I'm watching- and tips and tricks, and learning new skills and methods.

I can't wait to try a lot of these things. I did buy some new pencils and erasers but I do have a lot of this stuff already (I believe I mentioned this in a previous post).

Valentine's Day is coming up and so is one of my favorite anime character's birthdays. I've been trying to formulate poses and ideas of what to draw but I'm coming up with a total blank, lol. It's increasingly difficult when I've drawn him for the past 3 years. I can't do the same thing over and over 😅

Time to think of something and to actually draw something is just getting shorter and shorter 😖 Valentine's day is not that far away~

[measuringbliss]

Remaking Peter Parker: The Romita Sr. era (2) - Softening the Edges

MASTERPOST

Interestingly, the next two issues of Romita's tenure feature Jameson's son being victimized by the narrative:

In #41, he's kidnapped by Rhino, and in #42, he still can't catch a break and loses his clothes. I'm focused on Peter, but I feel this is quite notable; can't whump the same guy too much, after all. At least, not in this comic. And naturally, Jameson quickly puts on a space suit that heavily contrasts with his previous allure.

He puts on his tie! And then, MJ finally shows up and makes history.

By the time #44 rolls around, Peter appears noticeably less thin in his suits. It suits him perfectly.

MJ is also quick to show she likes to manhandle her men. I think it might have been part of the perception that she was "wild". Along with her weird vocab and party girl persona, probably.

This is also a weird sight: you rarely see Peter with such a specific area out of costume. It does make for good drama.

In #46...

In this specific panel, Peter is drawn very romantically. The gaze and the thumb on May's chin are almost too suggestive. It doesn't really matter: Peter shows tenderness, when it seemed almost impossible under Ditko's hand. He's closer to a proper gentleman.

Harry also made himself appear nonthreatening by removing his vest, if only for one panel.

Naturally, I had to talk about Harry too (#47!). They barely started living together and already show physical proximity, and in a casual way. Peter shaves! We never see that. At least, I don't remember seeing that where I am currently (1978), aside from here. It's a rare occurence, but of course, a proper hero must look clean and handsome. Next to him, Harry doesn't look so dapper.

Oh my, Pete, you stud! Your tie is all over the place, though. Careful about the tie!

Later in the issue, Norman get tied up by Kraven. His past (aka his gay drag queen acts) are catching up to him! Also, a position of weakness.

By #48, Romita has a much better handle on how he wants to order the pages. He doesn't imitate Ditko anymore (thankfully).

Muscles! (#49)

What. A. Slut. (#50)

Peter's feet appear several times in this era, and they're very pretty, for feet.

More importantly...

Oh wow, ASM #53! You took me by surprise, but it's a very good surprise indeed! Even with so many layers, Peter shows us part of his strained back. We also see his mask come out of his pants like a girlfriend's panties, and he puts his hands under his pants to hide them better. This is a lot! This is new, too. I love it, it's subtle, but definitely interesting.

#54 gives us Forearms!Peter, but Romita style. Lovely.

And Handsome!Peter with his thumb under his belt. Show that belly!

And that right panel has interesting framing. The bike is an extension of his body.

And some more forearms.

#57 features Ka-Zaar, who's always shirtless. Good for him! More importantly:

Bridal carry!

Interestingly, those issues put Peter through the wringer and whump him quite a bit. Memory loss and brainwashing of your acquaintances will do that to you.

Peter's even more of a romantic figure, look at his expressions! (#60) He's troubled, gentle, it contrasts quite a lot with Ditko's early Peter.

By then, the art is more similar to Romita's regular artstyle for the rest of his run, but the faces are still a little inconsistent.

In #62, Peter's poses are very casually sexy of him. It's remarkable because of how unremarkable it's made to look.

I just really love how his pants are drawn on the right.

In #63, he wears a turtleneck! It gives him a different vibe. A bit more serious.

Issue #69 presents us with an original sight as well:

That last panel is... interesting too.

71: Peter is more often shirtless, and there's a lewdness added by him doing his best so that Harry doesn't see him like that. In the penultimate panel, Harry undoing his tie is pretty neat too.

#73's cover is fun. Once again, the small view of Spidey's lower back is very enticing.

And we can finish this post with the end of the Clay Tablet arc in #75, when Silvermane drinks the formula... and starts getting younger and younger.

His silhouette is slim, his figure extremely handsome, he has cake, strength... I'm pretty sure he was a biblical revelation to me when I first read this issue as a child.

While the issues in this post don't feature anything as outrageously horny as the first Romita Green Goblin arc, they have a lot of subtle beauty that makes Peter a constant marvel to gaze at. Thank you for your service!

[keefwho]

September 28 - 2023 Thursday

10:40pm

I didn't journal last night because I was up late chatting with Daisy.

This morning I had a hard time decided breakfast but I picked my last sausage pattie in a hamburger bun with a side of rice. My diet has been pretty non-varied lately so I'm trying to remember to eat something as different as possible every meal aside from my usual chicken dinner but even that might get changed up.

Stream didn't go so well. I just couldn't figure out what to work on. I'm sort of idea burnt out right now. In the past I would have been tired of the process but I feel like I can draw forever. Its just coming up with interesting ideas I actually want to do and not just the same poses and scenarios over and over. I ended stream very early, only about 30 minutes in. I also had to use the bathroom pretty bad. I felt bad about ending but also I knew that I honestly needed a break. I still do I think. I've been so focused on creating ideas that I haven't been taking in any information. I'm reverbing in my own brain. I need some fresh content to go off of.

After stream I honestly can't remember what I did. I somehow managed to kill a couple hours by doing actually nothing. Maybe watching a Twitch stream, maybe working a little bit on my room scan, and trying to find something to clean. Eventually I decided to fellate myself but I probably shouldn't have, I ended up not being very into it and because of that it took about 40 minutes.

Lunch was a few chicken fries, fish stick, and a macaroni cup. I had been looking forward to working on something while watching a stream on the side. Instead I had joined Eggs server and she showed up along with a couple of her friends. It was a nice call for the most part. Some of it was her friends nonstop narrating their OSU gameplay which rotted my brain but that stopped. For a bit it was just me and her and we share mutual feelings about being glad we bumped into each other for similar reasons. She was sort of isolating after a friend group break up and I also have very few social connections. I had been working on a halloween pic of Adora for Daisy in this call. Egg and her friend were watching and complimented me a lot which was nice, they really like my coloring brush. When I was done with the pic I left.

I felt terrible for Daisy today because of her finding out her insurance doesn't cover mental visits and also she had a bad day at work. Thats part of the reason I did the halloween pic. I didn't mean to get the whole thing done today but I thought it would make her feel at least a little better. I don't think I play myself up enough because that pic only took 2 hours. I think a lot of artist wish they could draw something so complete in that time. At this point its normal for me so it doesn't feel like anything special but I should take pride in being able to crank something out like this when it's needed.

After a little stream watching Daisy and I played Zelda together for just a little bit before her mom got home. When she hopped off my friend Will messaged and reminded me that we had planned to hang out in VRchat tonight so we did that for a bit. It was cool catching up with him even though I forgot about the plans and didn't quite feel up to socializing with someone I hadn't talked to in a decade. It was worth it though. We got him an avatar and showed him my cabin before getting crashed at a Black Cat.

Daisy and I chatted before bed as usual while I'm been Twitch gambling. I'm running another room scan alignment tonight and hoping it goes better with new settings. I dont want to settle for a lame result.

Its nearly time I try to figure out a new plan to self therapy. I've just stopped for a bit to regroup because everything kinda stopped working. I got too focused on certain things and at the same time not focused enough on others. I wasn't very coordinated in general, so much so I can't even describe exactly what the problem was. Just that I was so scattered. Whatever I try next will be more structured and focused.

I've naturally been better about feeling secure in my relationships. It might only be temporary but I've been aware of how miserable and harmful it is to not trust in my close bonds. Especially when I'm given so much reassurance. Sure I have legitimate reasons I end up feeling like this but it's still so goofy. Sometimes I just say fuck past experiences and so called trauma. I want to be happy and at least sometimes I can be.

[purple-squigly-kip]

Some background on this render: It's mainly a result of 3 things. 1. Trying out a new compositing technique 2. Wanting to make something with a cinematic feel 3. Needing to give these two some catharsis after all the terrible things I put them through (mostly in my head)

These two are Emmerich (Emm for short) and Lyle! The one with the split dye is Emmerich, and the one with the scar is Lyle. Not particularly relevant to what we're going to be talking about, but there's your introduction! Onward to the technical stuff...

The vision I had in my head before beginning to project pretty much amounted to: I wanted these two in this pose on the bed, while light pours in from the window behind them. The first order of business was setting up the camera angle. Which was pretty easy to get a feel for roughly speaking, though I did end up having to go back and adjust it slightly later on.

Though I've messed around with volume scatter in the world shader settings, and creating lightrays with volume objects, none of those really had the particular look I wanted for this as I wanted something a bit more stylized. In past projects I had tried making something with the effect I wanted but kept failing to get it right. That is-- Until I stumbled upon this godsend of a tutorial by Lane Wallace that teaches you how to mimic volumetric fog with a compositing technique.

The downside to this is that you can't see it in the viewport while you're working (as far as I can tell) but it might be better for performance if you're working on a lower end PC. But above all that, the reason I went with this was of course the look!

After getting the camera angle set up, the first thing I did was actually prepare the scene for the lightray technique.

If you're interested in how it works or what the node set-up is I highly recommend you watch the video so you can try it for yourself, but in case you were curious here's what the lightrays look like by themselves in the compositor:

After setting those up, I finally went back to the layout tab to import the character models and start on posing.

I started working on this pretty late at night, so at first I was only really able to get a rough idea of the pose before I had to go to sleep. But I ended up with this:

Yeah... Pretty funny looking. But I'm forgetful! So If I hadn't gotten the idea down in some form, it was likely to run away from me, never to be seen again... All of the WIP pics I'm showing have the lightrays present since I wanted to have an idea of how they looked in the render as I was working on it, but aside from that there's no compositing yet.

Adding some more refinements including adding some gravity to Lyle's hair... Between draft 2 and 3 I adjusted the material on his blouse slightly as well. The shader I used has a rimlight feature that doesn't play too nicely with it sometimes... LMAO.

While I'm at it let me just mention... As someone with not enough space for 2 monitors, having one viewport with the render view for a preview of the final image, plus another viewport in material preview/solid view to move around in is the ideal workflow! For me at least...

Refined the pose a bit more! I added some gravity to Emm's hair and it's looking much better now... Still some clipping, but we'll worry about it later! Comparing this one with the previous version, I remember that I wasn't quite sure what to do with Lyle's hand for a while...

Originally I was going to have him put his free hand on Emm's shoulder, but it looked a bit awkward visually. So I ended up placing it on Emm's forehead. And I'm glad I did! These two have a pretty intimate relationship and have been through hell and back together, so it feels fitting as well.

I may have also dislocated Lyle's arm slightly to assist the pose, but sshhh! Don't tell anybody... ;)

It was at this point I was pretty much done with the pose for the most part, so I moved on to deforming the meshes with shapekey edits. I like doing this so I can correct certain shapes or exaggerate them in a non-permanent way. If I decide I don't like it, I can just delete the shapekey, or I can turn down the value if I think it's too much. This is how I can get away with breaking Lyle's arm scott free... heheh. >:)

But yeah, I corrected that and fixed any clipping that I noticed along the way. It was at this point I realized that I never subdivided Emmerich's pants so I decided to do that. Typically I subdivide character models in a sort of separate base file that I can append to a project whenever I want to use it, but I had run into an issue with the pants that I put off fixing until that moment.

If I have one gripe with how the render turned out, it's probably Emm's pants. Subdivision sometimes gets rid of fine details in models, so you need to account for that whenever you subdivide. If I lose detail when subdividing I usually try to re-add the detail afterwards to compensate. Which I DID do here, but not nearly enough as I should have. So his pants look a little boring in the final render when compared to the WIP pics. Alas, C'est la Vie...

And here we have some more shapekey edits, and LOTS of sculpting edits. There are certain cases where I think using proportional editing on a mesh is most effective, but overall I find a lot of the sculpting tools much easier to use. They give a more appealing look imo and they can also be set to shapekeys! It really just depends on what you're doing though, and I find that sculpting works best when your mesh has a lot of geometry to work with.

A huge improvement here. Mostly just adding additional gravity to the hair and Lyle's sleeves, as well as fixing the bit of Emmerich's hair that was clipping through Lyle's leg.

Aaaaannnddd it was at this point I realized. I forgor. 💀 When setting up the scene for this render I somehow forgot that I needed to set a cinematic aspect ratio for this even though that was one of my MAIN GOALS with this project. (Sigh).

I ended up deciding on 1.85 (3996 x 2160 pixels). The render I posted to Tumblr and Bluesky (follow me @ squigly_kip, wink wink) is about half that size though. I won't give up my full res renders just yet... Maybe one day if I open a Patreon though... Argh. Getting sidetracked. Anyway--

It was at this point I also realized the camera angle wasn't quite doing it for me, so I adjusted it slightly. I also decided to bake the lighting, which is what caused the change in color temperature.

Some more sculpting edits as well as adjusting the materials slightly. Mostly changed the rimlight on Lyle's hair to match the scene better.

And because my ass CANNOT leave well enough alone, I adjusted the pose after I had already called it done. Emm's torso just looked a bit boring to me and I thought it would be more dynamic if I bent him a little more.

And here I'm just adjusting Lyle's hand to match the last edits I made as well as fixing some new clipping. Also adjusted the material on Emmerich's pants while I was at it.

From this point, I was pretty much done in Blender! I did some additional stuff in the compositor there, but I won't go over that since this post is already UNGODLY long and that could be it's own thing. But after I was done with that I exported the foreground and background layers separately and put them into GIMP.

Yeah yeeeahhh go on. Laugh it up. I use GIMP. Yes I know I could sail the seven seas for Photoshop, YES I know Photopea is a great free alternative. But GIMP is what I started using as a little kid who had no money and was terrified of getting viruses from sketchy downloads, so GIMP is just what I'm used to.

To help sell the size of the room a bit more, I did a focus blur effect on the background. it kind of puts emphasis on them both too, which is nice. I also used the normal pass to adjust the lighting a bit.

At some point while I was doing adjustments to the colors in GIMP, the details on Lyle's blouse kind of got lost, so I masked it out and adjusted the levels to bring them back.

I also finally caught a HUGE OVERSIGHT that maybe you noticed while reading. Emm's shoulder that he's laying on is suuuuper fucked up. I am no anatomy expert, but I'm pretty sure the human shoulder Does Not Work Like That. Now. I COULD have gone back to Blender and corrected this with some sort of mesh edit, but that would require redoing the several hours worth of work I did in GIMP all over again. Fuck. that.

So what I ended up doing was color picking the skin of the surrounding area, drawing a shape with the free select tool, filling it with that color, and blending it with the surrounding skin. I'm all for getting things right the first time, but sometimes these things just happen... I also liquified certain parts of the image to correct some tiny things and make them smoother.

While doing the finishing touches, I also drew some circles and gaussian blurred them to create dust particles near the lightrays!

And with that...

We have the final render!

Here's a timelapse of every stage in order.

But yeah, that's pretty much it! I wanted the vibes of the render to be pretty calm and cozy, but while I was making this I spent hours listening to Tool and A Perfect Circle albums, so it was... pretty dissonant. But I had a fun time working on this and felt like I learned a lot! Learned to use a new compositing technique and how to automatically export layers using the file output node.

If you read this far, thank you! You deserve a cookie. I'm not going to make you any though, my oven is broken! What was I talking about again?

"..." "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..."

[starkidblogs]

We'll Meet Again, Some Sunny Day

A/n: Y/n doesn't remember the white void. This to me longer because i had to find a new writing system. My old one was failing me and i wasn't getting shit done like before. There will be Headcanons later this weekend. Thank you all for your patience!

You and Sandy turn your heads to the city, now looking like ruins. Bull-like figures appear from the shipping crates. They crept closer to the ship, and the sounds of metal clashing against each other grew. You can see the form of these robotics bull clear as day, with blue screens for eyes and whispers emitted from them.

They soon began to pick up speed and jumped on board, crashing into the floor and creating craters. They turned towards you two but stared only at you for a moment before attacking. You knew the pepper spray you had wasn't going to work.

Two bull bots aimed at you, making you fall backward, letting them plunge into the floorboard. "Careful (Y/n)!" You heard Sandy shout as he threw three robots overboard. But they kept crawling back on the boat.

"What are those things?!" You shouted as you tried to regain your balance before feeling your body lifted up and over Sandy's shoulder. Moe jumped into your arms as all three of you guys ran. "SANDY!" You yelled as more chased after you guys.

"Sorry (Y/n), we gotta get to safety." He shouted as he was about to go to an elevator, but the junks of metal, were blocking it. He decided to run to a nearby speedboat. Somehow this blue man got the speedboat on land and breezed past the bulls.

It happened fast before you realized you were on the speedboat, as the blue cat in your arm patted your face to get your attention. It was a while till you reached your destination.

Pigsy noodle.

As Sandy got there, he landed on more bull robots. You three got out and met with the demon pig. He was with two others trying to figure out what was happening. You stepped off and caught their attention. You saw it was the girl with the dragon jacket and a man with glasses.

" Guys, this is my friend (Y/n). She was with me when the bull clones started to attack."Sandy explained to the gang before they turned to you. "Sorry again, (Y/n), for throwing you over my shoulder." You shook your head in response to his apology. "It's fine, Sandy. I think it was the best idea. my legs felt like jelly." You stated as Sandy introduced you to the others.

"(Y/n), this is Pigsy, Mei, and Tang!" He beamed as you waved at them. Pigsy sighed, "Hey there, sorry, but this isn't the time for introductions. Now is the time to prepare and find out what is happening." He was correct.

"It seems like DBK is trying again to conquer the city again. It's actually working this time." Mei said as she looked through her social media and newsletter. "DBK?" You asked, not understanding what it meant.

Tang cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses, "the demon bull king. He was one of the most dangerous and feared demons long ago. After he fought Monkey King, he became trapped by his legendary staff. But after recent events, he is released once again." He expressed as he posed dramatically. You remember about DBK through the last time he attacked. It nearly destroyed your boutique and home.

"Since mk isn't here to fight him, the city will be under his control in only a few moments." Tang sadly said. "Not unless we do something to stop him!" Pigsy said while you were putting the piece that Mk was the hero who fought him last time.

"Wait, You mean Mk was the one who defeated DBK?" You asked Tang, who nodded in response. He was about to speak, but Mei stopped him. "Yeah, don't you remember the not mayor giving him the key for saving the city?" She said, but you rubbed your neck. "No." You gave chuckled as she explained.

'mk is the new successor to the Monkey King, defeating DBK and his family. Especially red son! Save the world and learn to be the next Monkey King!' She said and showed images from Mk's battle, but something caught your attention.

"If we need Mk, isn't that him?" You pointed at 'Mk' walking out of the store. He appeared annoyed and indifferent about what was happening. Mei sighed and shook her head, "That's not mk." She hesitantly answered, pushing you away from him.

"Is he MK's twin?" You asked, but Mei ignored the question while 'Mk' scoffs, "I don't know what to tell you, guy." He said before heading to Pigsy's food truck. "Well, we better get ready before more of those junk of metals come," Pigsy warned, but it was too late.

A wave of Bull clones came out of nowhere. They stood around you and the gang, whispers growing louder. You heard a few words through the sound of unhinged metal jaws.

'another bump in the road of my destiny,'

'Your destiny hasn't changed just because you did.'

'You never learned your lesson, did you?'

'It seems I need to take care of this distraction,'

You felt the eyes of someone you knew. The same neon blue glow in your nightmares, but more aggressive and colder. If looks could kill, you'd be dead where you stand.

You stood there dumbfounded by the number of bull clones crawling on the buildings. One rushed to you, causing you to dodge its fist, only missing you by a few inches.

"To your right! (Y/n)!" You heard Mei order, making you hustle out of the way. Mei dug her sword into the clone, slicing it in half. More came charging at you guys, Mei was ready, but Pigsy's van was ramming into the and stopping in front of you two. Swinging the door, Pigsy shouted, "Get in! There's too many of them!"

You and Mei moved into the van quickly before more could reach you. Pigsy raced out of there, while bull clones were close behind. The gang drove for a while to shake off the remaining bull clones. "Where are we now?" Tang questioned, seeing the streets now vacant of life. You looked out the window and saw it was your home street.

"Hey, this is my street. Maybe we can hide out there for a bit. At least till the streets are clear." You said, making the gang agree because it was a sanctuary for now.

You gave directions to the shop. By the time you reached it, it was intact. Strangely enough, nothing seemed out of place. The buildings around it were crumbling, but not yours. You had an idea of who was keeping an eye on it.

You and the gang walked into the shop for a moment of peace. But it wasn't long till Pigsy asked you. "Odd, how come your place is in good condition, but others seemed to be deteriorating?" He looked at you, and you felt like they were knives.

You didn't know how to explain it! You were trying to understand the truth before all this mess! Even if you did, you probably made more enemies. "Uhm, I don't know, honestly," Your body felt like it was sinking to the floor underneath you. Sandy notices your expression and chimes in, "well, let's relax for a minute. I think it's just a coincidence." Pigsy sighed before moving on from it.

"Well, the city is now infested with these things. We'll have to wait out till Mk gets back." He said as Mei continued, "Until then, we will try and take out as many junk bots!" She beamed. Everyone agreed to this plan.

It wasn't long till everyone was doing their own thing. Mei was admiring your outfits, Tang documenting the event of what's happening, pigsy cooking some food, and 'Mk' not helping. Sandy, on the other hand, was worried about you and the new danger of these bots.

Meanwhile, you were doing something to calm your nerves and newfound dread.

Sewing.

You sew it had help when the dreams started, and you hope it will help you now. You continue to make the suit that Chief has a commission. But you were trembling and felt the needle prick your finger every time you stitched. You cursed under your breath before deciding to stop cause it wasn't helping. You had to take this moment to process everything going on. Or at least try.

Sandy sensed the stress you were going through as he walked into the back of the store to check in on you. He found you sitting down on the floor, trying to take a breather.

"(Y/n), you alright?" He whispered as he sat next to you. You nodded at first but soon shook your head afterward because it wasn't true. You weren't doing alright because of this. "No, I don't believe so," You answered. " First, finding out about my nightmares were my past life was a lot. Second, finding out my past love was the one who ended me and is still alive. Third, now this DBK is after me for some reason!" You vented it and felt your hands shaking.

"Sorry, it's just so much more. Just a couple of hours ago, I learned about Chief and him being my past love in my other life. Now, this…" You said as Moe walked from Sandy's shoulder to your arms. The blue feline helped you settle down as you took in deep breaths.

"It's okay, (Y/n). You have a right to feel like this and not know what to do next." Sandy said as he patted your back. "You also don't need to explain it to anyone else if you don't want." He mentioned, referring to Pigsy early. You chuckled, shaking your head. " I don't blame him. I would also be curious if somebody's place wasnt a mess during all this."

You felt better as you petted Moe, and the world seemed the slow down for a moment. "(Y/n), maybe it's a good idea to stay with us for a while after DBk is defeated. Just in case more things like this happen." Sandy said, breaking the silence. You thought about it. It was a good idea, especially with DBK coming after you for some reason.

"I'll think about it. Maybe when Pigsy isn't suspicious of me." You laughed. Sandy smiled, seeing you feeling much better than earlier. "I'm going to make some tea. You want some?" He asked, making you nod before seeing him leave.

Now, you're with your thoughts and a sleepy Moe. Moe kept grabbing your hand as you tried to get up but ultimately gave up and kept sitting down petting the blue feline. You sighed as your mind tried to piece together this newfound information.

"Now what?" You said out loud, " I have this huge revaluation of remembering my past life, dating my past love. Now this DBK guy wants me dead or something." You thought before your mind wandered to Chief and his peculiar smile.

You can feel your face turning pink as you recall your date with him. The fact that you still had the same feelings for him even after reincarnation.

"Is it okay to feel this way for him?" You question yourself before remembering the last few moments of your dreams.

"And is he still possessed by the 'humble spirit'?" You said. It wasn't long before you heard someone bursting into the room.

An excited Mei barged in and grinned. "(Y/N)! YOU'RE A DESIGNER, RIGHT!? MAYBE, WE CAN MAKE SOME COOL NEW OUTFITS! LIKE APOCALYPSE STYLED!" She expressed as you laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. It can help get my mind off things." You said as you got up to see her ideas.

~hours later of Creating new outfits with Mei~

It was nighttime and had outfits on models. You and Mei decide to wait till morning to show it to the gang, but it's time to rest. You offered your home for them to sleep in and did your best to make them comfortable. Everyone was sleeping or was trying to. You went to the top of your building. Walking on the roof, you saw the city looking deteriorated but with fewer bull clones.

You stayed for a while before heading back until you heard the door close. You turned to see an envelope with a small box sealed with a blue bow.

Words: 2,053

[pinkcreatorshark]

DARK CRISIS: YOUNG JUSTICE #6 (FINALE) SPOILERS

So, I skipped a bunch of issues because I got lazy, but here's my thoughts for DCYJ the finale, and my overall thought of the run at the end.

First of all. Look at them all ready for battle and this mf out here posing and looking directly at the camera.

So Im not sure why the comic turned into the "Cassie is the greatest hero ever" power hour but I mean sure, I guess. Literally everyone the past like three issues is just "Cassie you're so great and amazing and smart and pretty" it started to feel like a Cassie book and not a YJ book.

Imagine getting told by both guys you dated in a span of a few minutes that they were never really in love with you

Never getting over Tim admitting he had romantic feelings for Kon, and then Kon saying he didn't have it in him to live anyone. Unrequited timkon is real. (I'm saying this as a timkon, timber, AND timberkon shipper)

I'm sorry but Human!Red Tornado looks like Ric Grayson in a dramatic cape

So Conner being invisible is honestly the saddest shit. Being unseen is his biggest fear, and that was who's whole thing in this run, as well as where the new Superboy comic is going. His fear of being unseen, unheard, and unneeded. He needs to feel needed or he doesn't know what to do with himself. He feels like he HAS to be the one to save the day or what's the point of him being there? That shit broke me.

Overall Thoughts:

So, the comic run overall was. Not very good from a character perspective, but was fine? I guess?

It felt like the writers understood some characters and completely butchered others. It went from being a Cassie hateclub to Cassie is the best hero ever in just a few issues and that. Felt weird. It did have some funny moments, like homophobic Batman, and literally everyone including Bart realizing how gross his writing was towards women back in the day.

It also addressed some stuff, albeit a bit heavy handed, that I think doesn't get talked about a lot like how Tim and Kon tend to third wheel Bart a lot and how Bart is just treated as some dumb kid when he's probably one of the smartest on the team. It also remembered kons TTK which I call a win. But it also completely misunderstood some things, like Cissie saying why she left the team.

For a moment it showed what YJ used to be but it quickly became a parody of itself. And I think that was intentional because of who the villain was, but also it was too much so and it felt forced which hurt it in the end.

There also was a lot of hating on the new generation characters that have been giving a lot of poc and LGBT rep, which. Was not the way they should've gone about it. I don't think that's what they were intending, they were trying to make the villain make a different point, but it was toeing a very controversial line.

Overall, I feel like the run had a lot of potential, but leaned too heavily into the parody of nostalgia. It focused too much on what WAS and not enough on what IS. I think they were trying to make a YJ comic that re-solidified the bond between the characters, which I guess it accomplished, but it didn't in such a way that it made it seem like their relationship was flimsy at best to begin with and that their trauma was just something they could apologize for and everything be okay again.

I'm giving Dark Crisis: Young Justice a 5/10

[fangirlandtheories]

lol aww. yeah I know about that steve headcanon post I'm the same anon from that day (I've been sending you most of your anon messages for the past week or two) so i asked for steddie headcanons this time to switch it up a bit!

So I don't have anything that I have prepared on the fly for hcs, but I am going to use some questions from this list to give some of my personal thoughts and opinions.

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Steve is absolutely spending his sweet Harrington Hush money on little luxuries that Eddie never had. He's getting him conditioner that makes his hair fluffy, new strings for his guitar, tires for the van because 'Look at how low the tread is Eddie! You seriously want to drive my kids around in that?". He really charms Eddie by buying stuff for Wayne. It's difficult to find the things that Wayne will like, he's wary of charity from people, but Steve knows the way to the heart through the stomach. He buys them big steak dinners and treats them to beer that actually tastes like beer, not water.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

This is a tossup but I think Steve is a lap napper. Eddie is definitely a 'can fall asleep anywhere' kind of guy but Steve will actively seek out Eddie's lap, ESPECIALLY DURING CAMPAIGNS, and make like a cat. He snuggles in, lays his head against Eddie's shoulder, and lets the muffled sounds of Eddie's passionate rants lull him to sleep. He almost always wakes up groggy after Eddie tries to shift him to his other shoulder because his arm is asleep.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Hmmm... you want to know between Steve "Stripped without being asked" Harrington and Eddie "For Your Modesty" Munson. I'm not quite sure.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Controversial BUT Steve tells Eddie to go to sleep. Eddie is like the prototype for ADHD and he definitely gets into song writing and learning and just completely loses track of time.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Eddie had a bag of pretzels and weed in his lunch box. He survived on spite and scrambled eggs. That man is not housewife material. Steve is the exhausted "I love you but please stop trying to boil water in a skillet, thanks."

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Which ONE? They just combined closets at this point. They both have public images to uphold, styles perfected long before their relationship, so they wear their own clothes in public, but they swap outfits behind closed doors constantly. Dustin bursts in once to find Eddie upside down on the couch, strumming his guitar, with Steve's sweater, shorts, and socks on, and Steve stirring a pasta sauce he was heating with nothing more than a pair of boxers and Eddie's Led Zeppelin T shirt.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Steve has head trauma and Eddie is Eddie. Neither one remembered the thing or that they even needed it in the first place. It isn't until tey go to make dinner that they're like "FUCK! THE THING!!!!"

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

Steve is a one hand on the wheel, one hand on the thigh kind of smooth man. Eddie is a "We need to turn left." "When" "Two exits back" kind of navigator.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Steve poses, Eddie draws. It's very serious and intense, think Titanic, but when it comes time to reveal the drawing it's just stick figures and penis doodles.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

This mental picture had me cackling because Eddie wants so much to be the calm, cool bag of chip guy as a backup to Steve's Mission Impossible LARPing ass but when Steve's back is to Eddie he's scaling the fucking walls.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Eddie. He doesn't have a ton of money though so it's always little rocks, pictures he's torn from magazines, articles of clothing, rings, little acorns and blunts. When he does spend money it's a big thing. He's very frugal but he'd spend all of his life savings to see Steve smile. It means a lot to Steve because even though he spent his life lavishly, it was never anything that he wanted because no one really knew him.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Eddie flashes the Harrington name with more ease than Steve does. Eddie bats his lashes and let's it roll off his tongue sweetly to get whatever he wants. He uses it sarcastically when arguing. He uses it angrily when he wants to punch Steve's parents. He uses it tearfully when Steve puts the ring on his finger at their wedding.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Eddie is 10000% scared of spiders. He will squeal and jump and Steve will just be like (¬_¬) and get it out of the house.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Dare I say both? They trade letterman and leather WHICH IS A FANTASTIC NAMEFOR A FIC. Letterman and Leather.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older younger "sibling"?

Eddie's all smug about thinking he's the shit with the kids but that disappears real quick when Max's eyes pierce his. Suddenly he's surrounded by the world's most threatening 15 year olds who have are way too protective of their babysitter.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

It's Steve and boy is it an accident. They're arguing one night about why Steve's been so distant and in very dramatic rom com style he let's it slip.

19: How good would they be at parenting?

Fucking amazing. Between them they have the bases loaded with fun yet safe parenting. Eddie's a "If you talk to my child that way again I will unleash the gates of hell upon you, Sharon" type while his kid sits there with wide eyes and a smug grin. Steve is "The Gates of Hell"

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Are you kidding? They're both looking at their kids homework with lost expressions, quickly calling Aunt Nancy and Uncle Robin.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Okay this could go either way. Steve getting sucker punched out of no where by some homophobes who figured him and Eddie out, Eddie getting shoved into a corner by some jocks. Both bullied, both protective. Either way, blissful. Now mess with one of the kids and see what happens.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Steve is a dad joke connoisseur and Eddie makes fun of it relentlessly until, during one fateful campaign, Mike complains that he's hungry and Eddie responds with "Hi Hungry I'm Eddie" without any thought before he pales in realization.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Steve is tired, he's had a long day of rude customers, he comes home to Eddie hastily closing the bedroom door. "Hey I just really love you. you know that?" before Steve pushes past him and sighs at the puppy. He comes around within minutes but sometimes he has to remember that his boyfriend is a little impulsive.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Both but Steve's is never intentional. Eddie only carries Steve when things are really REALLY bad. Be it a migraine or a seizure, Steve insists he's fine until he absolutely drops. Eddie, on the other hand, plays up the drama. "Stevie that's just like... a really big hill. Uppie." While making grabby hands. Steve falls to the puppy eyes every time.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Okay so I feel like Eddie is the kind that would seem like the overzealous cheerer but hear me out: Eddie who goes to basketball games and watches with glazed eyes until it's over and he's like "That was some quality... shorts wearing. You really wore... those shorts looked better on you than on anyone else, I'll tell you that. And that time that you jumped! Your shirt went up like two inches and when I tell you... That was the real game winning point." Meanwhile Steve is at Hellfire wearing a paper crown and a scowl.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Steve is more sentimental so he definitely has photos of Eddie sleeping, but Eddie has a secret cherished photo of Steve in his wallet with his mouth hung open, drool dribbled down his chin, face smoothed for once, head on his shoulder completely out after a long day.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Steve is itching to rid Eddie of the blasted 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash that he's been sporting for his entire life. Eddie wants to teach Steve about the wonderful world of loungewear. They both get what they want.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Eddie owns a lizard which Steve resolutely stays away from. Dustin clued Eddie in to Dart and now Eddie instantly is like "Oh Sweet Slug Lord, tell me my future." While cuddling with his lizard and Steve just sits there regretting his life choices.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Steve. Period. Eddie forgets umbrellas are even an option half the time, choosing to shake out his hair like a dog. Steve is running behind him desperately trying to throw his coat down on puddles to prove his chivalry.

30: If they went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

Steve is a vacation dad. He's a polaroid camera and sunscreen nose kinda guy. An itinerary man through and through. Eddie is a "Vacation is relax time, let's stay in bed all day." kind of guy. Steve spends all of ten minutes in bed before physically vibrating about opening times for museums, earning him a sleepy grin from his boyfriend. The first place they visit is California to visit their friends. Then it's to Boston for Robin and Nancy. It's about halfway there that they realize how much they enjoy the traveling and decide to invest in a proper camper, their home on wheels. They're two men who hate to be tied to anything other than each other.

Sorry this took so long omg, I'm terrible at coming up with headcanons so I was panicking trying to come up with an answer to this but then I realized that people like @otp-imagines-cult created questions like this that make it waaaay easier to come up with these.