#I feel a bit sad that I just haven't been able to draw something I am proud of for bluza yet

[mitamicah]

My third (and probably last for a while) attempt on some Bluza art :'3

T-shirt concept under the line

[jexnkookie]

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 2]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: The second part! Thank you all so much for your really kind words, I've been excited to write this which has been so nice because I haven't been excited to write in a while. No spoiler, but this part is a bit of a flash back, and a bit of depth into Y/N and Jimin's dynamic, so I hope you enjoy!

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You sat in the back of the lecture room, with tears clouding your vision, unable to see the presentation or the professor. He was teaching in an animated tone and expressive way, and you knew that you should be taking notes for your next exam, but you were too distracted. Your chest was aching, still freshly heartbroken and embarrassed from being stood up on a date the night before. 

Kai, a business student and an athlete who you’ve had a crush on for a couple months, decided to ask you out. Excitedly, you went to the restaurant to meet him, but after hours of waiting, he was nowhere to be found. Your waitress was empathetic towards your situation, and had a fresh plate of food packaged to-go sent your way before you left. While you were thankful, you also couldn’t help but feel humiliated by the whole thing. You went back to your apartment, and hadn’t stopped crying since. 

You excused yourself from where you sat in the classroom, and exited into the hallway. Walking down to the women’s restroom, you saw Jung Kook, the quiet, handsome pre-law student who always sat next to you, grabbing a snack from the vending machine nearby. After bending down to pick up the protein bar, he straightened up to meet your gaze. He smiled and waved shyly, before noticing a tear slip down your cheek, dropping his lips into frown. You knowingly offered a half-smile in response, cheeks red from embarrassment, before murmuring a quick “sorry” and rushing to the restroom. As you walked quickly and disappeared behind the bathroom door, Jung Kook’s eyes followed you and his heart ached at seeing you cry.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror and collected yourself, sniffling into a cheap tissue. Repeating to yourself that it’s ok, and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of, you were able to steady your breathing and slow your beating heart.You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, allowing a boy you’ve only had a crush on for just a bit to make you so sad. Forever the romantic, you always jumped in head first with blind optimism, often leading to hurt feelings. But its made you strong and resilient, something that you saw in the mirror as you picked yourself back up, and headed back to class. 

Jung Kook had already returned to the room, sitting in the seat next to yours. You joined him, noticing how he didn’t glance over when you sat back down. You were thankful that he didn’t draw attention to you, despite knowing that he saw your tears. When you looked down at workspace in front of you to open your MacBook to begin taking notes, you paused when you saw a neatly placed chocolate bar waiting for you on top of your computer that hadn’t been there when you left. 

Your glanced over at Jung Kook, who was staring straight ahead at the professor and bouncing his leg anxiously, avoiding your gaze. You smiled gently and leaned over, close enough so he could hear you whisper, “Thank you. That was really sweet of you, Jung Kook.” 

Jung Kook just nodded his head as he felt his cheeks go pink hearing your voice say his name. He kept his attention up front, but unmistakably heard you unwrapping the candy bar. Then, a few seconds later, your perfectly manicured hand was holding a few pieces in his direction, waiting for him to respond. 

“Take some.” You whispered, leaning in close to him again. “Let’s share it.” 

“Th-Thank you…” Jung Kook whispered back, taking the pieces from your hand. His fingers grazed your soft skin, and he held his breath at the slightest touch. 

He smiled softly as you ate the rest, feeling content with himself. You liked it, he thought to himself. Although he internally patted himself on the back for making you a little happier when you were sad, he secretly wished he could’ve done more. 

As Jung Kook waited on his dinner to finish cooking in his small apartment kitchen, listening to the sound of bustling city traffic just outside his window, he thought back to that moment. The innocence of it all was still so vivid, despite several years passing. There were many innocent moments like that which he could recall. A mental collection of sorts, boxed up and stored in his memories like film reels that he could hit play on at any time and relive them. Those times were his small way of taking care of you from a distance back then. 

He sadly knew, every time he would do something like that, it would never be quite enough. In his eyes, you deserved a man who could do more than buy you a chocolate bar when you were sad. You deserved a man who could give you the world, and then some. He understood he would never, and could never, be that man for you. 

But, as he watched Jimin lead you out of his office building, it seemed you had found a man who could. Park Jimin. A man from your world, who can provide for you in the ways Jung Kook knew he lacked. Even if he were to somehow win your heart all those years ago, your family would never approve of a working class man like himself. Now, that he’s able to have an excellent income of his own, you’re already spoken for. It was unfair, but that’s just the way the world always seems to work. 

Jung Kook has always been a hard worker. What he lacked in resources, he made up for in practice, high energy, luck, and learning. He took on several jobs, putting himself through undergraduate and graduate school, then on to landing a mentorship with the distinguished lawyer Kim Namjoon, who brought him to his current position. It’s an underdog story, where the boy from the poorer side of town is now a lawyer for wealthy clients, working quickly towards becoming wealthy himself. 

Only this wasn’t his ideal underdog story, because in those stories, the underdog gets the girl. His girl had already been won. Seeing you with Jimin made Jung Kook sick to his stomach in sadness, much worse than when he used to see you with Kai, or another boy on campus. 

With you, being a beautiful, kind girl, and from a good family, Jung Kook has always been far from the only man who wanted your time. But he always held on to a glimmer of hope that somehow, it would be him. Someday, it would work. But now, he just feels defeated. 

He felt guilty about dismissing Namjoon’s concerns, as well. He knew it wasn’t professional, but in the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to deal with any questions. The air was thick and heavy in the office, and Jung Kook felt that the room was spinning. He needed to leave, to be able to breathe and think clearly. But now that he can, his mind is filled with you, you, you. How, after everything he’s been through trying to forget you, could he possibly focus on anything else? 

He knew what he needed to do. Pulling out his iPhone, he opened up a new chat to Namjoon. 

11:12 p.m. - Hey, it’s Jung Kook. I know it’s late, and I’m sorry. I just wanted to apologize for my behavior today at our meeting. I also wanted to voluntarily recuse myself from the Park Jimin case, and I can explain more if I need to on Monday. Thanks. 

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Jimin’s favorite part of making love to you, are the sweet sounds you make. The hotel bed squeaked loudly with each thrust, as Jimin took you from behind, his hands gripping your waist. Your head was thrown into a pillow, in an attempt to muffle your cries, whimpers and whines, and your hands were tightly holding onto the soft sheets. You kept you legs spread and back arched for him, letting your fiancé take you as he wanted. 

Each deep stroke was an attempt at an escape. For Jimin, these last few months have been stressful. Taking over his father’s business, getting engaged, and the case against him have piled up on his shoulders, leaving him struggling to breathe. But there’s been a hint of something else, just bubbling under the surface, that only Jimin can see. Looking at the ring on your finger, as you white knuckle the bed sheets, this something looks right back at him. 

An engagement ring is meant to be chosen thoughtfully, reflecting well the person who wears it. But this ring is nothing like you; modest, simple, honest, and pure. Instead, it’s gaudy, expensive, and over the top, just like everything else in Jimin’s life. He is sometimes able to see his reflection in its shine, and staring back at him is a hypocrite and a fraud. Everything about this piece of jewelry reminds him of himself, and he hates it. 

So, he runs from it; runs from himself, from his father’s gnawing expectations, and towards the only thing that’s ever made sense in his life. You. The beautiful woman he met one cool autumn evening at a charity fundraiser event that both of your families were invited to. The woman he snuck off with, and asked to kiss in private before the night was over. The woman his father approved of, and whose family he had to practically beg to receive their blessing. 

The woman who, despite the concerns of others, agreed to marry him as he bent down on one knee, one cozy night at a getaway cabin. That ring now taunts him, and reminds him of everything he pretends to be, but he’ll never truly live up to. .

“J-Jimin….” You whined, pulling him away from his thoughts, as you were clearly lost in the moment. “S’good…” 

Jimin reached under you, between your thighs, and began slowly circling your sensitive clit. You whimpered in response, growing louder as the pleasure builds. He desperately needed this; not just a release for himself, but to feel and hear how he makes you feel. A validation, of sorts, that he was doing something right. 

“Jimin… Fuck….” 

“Shhhhh, just relax, baby.” Jimin said softly, continuing to penetrate deep as his fingers rubbed your sensitive area. “Gonna make you feel good, yeah? Want you to cum for me… Just for me, baby… Let go…” 

You whined, the pleasure continuing to build for several moments, until you hit the breaking point. You cried into the pillow, your legs shaking, and Jimin worked you through your high. 

“Fuck, baby…” Jimin groaned, picking up his pace as his thrusts grow sloppier. “Not gonna last… About to… Cum… Oh, fuck-” 

He pulls out, letting himself spill on your skin. You both steadied your breathing, and Jimin quickly wiped you off and gave a soft nibble to your skin, making you giggle. 

“C’mere.” He mumbled as he laid on his back, pulling your naked body close to his. His smile was warm, clearly coming off his high, as he placed a soft kiss to the top of head. 

“I love you.” You say, your voice soft and tired. 

“I love you, too.” 

“You know…” You began, your tone trailing as you find the words. “You don’t have to do that, honey.” 

“I know. I’m sorry, I should’ve.”

“It’s just… I’m on the pill, and I wanna feel closer to you.” 

“I know, baby. Maybe next time, ok?” 

“Ok.” You sighed quietly. 

“Did you not enjoy it?” You could hear the sadness in his voice. 

“I did.” You said quickly, reassuring him. “Absolutely. It isn’t that, honey. I just wish that, at the end… I could feel you, you know? Maybe I’m being stupid-” 

“Hey, you’re not stupid.” Jimin said, cutting off your thought. “Next time, we’ll do that, ok? I want to be closer to you, too, my love.” 

Jimin hoped you couldn’t hear the way his heart raced as he said those words. Closer to you. It amazed him how easily he could lie to you. Finishing inside of you would feel so intimate, far more than what he’s ever been able to handle. But how could he have these vulnerable conversations with you, the woman he adores, without hurting you? 

“Ok.” You said, and Jimin could tell by your voice you were drifting to sleep. 

“Baby, can I ask you a question?”

“Always. What is it?” 

“Do you like your engagement ring?” 

“Of course.” You smiled, thinking about that night. “It reminds me of you.” 

His heart sank. The reason you liked your ring, is for the same reason it mocked him. You confirmed, unknowingly and sweetly, the irony of what should’ve been a reflection of his love for you. It seems apparent to him that this ring, like much else in his life, is a reflection of the love he has of himself. 

As you drifted off to sleep, Jimin snuck away from the bedroom. The guilt of leaving you alone after he had just made love to you was small, compared to the guilt of ordering alcohol to the hotel suite. Jimin drank, one glass after another, for the better part of the night. 

The engagement, the case, the business, the high expectations, the self loathing, and the imposter syndrome. They all seemed to melt away with the smooth sip of each drink. Slowly, Jimin’s vision turned from blurry to black as he collapsed in a deep, drowsy sleep onto the couch. 

[meanbossart]

Another much overdue ask compilation! Some short-ish lore asks (Gale, Gort, DU drow relationships and pet-companion preferences) and a couple of art/advice ones sprinkled in. THIS IS BY NO MEANS ALL OF MY ASKS so as usual I appreciate everyone's patience!

I actually think he'd give them a pass entirely as soon as he noticed. Correct me if I'm mistaken but half-drow get No love from underdark drow and are usually surface babies right? So that fruit is miles away from the tree lol. I think he generally has a bit of a soft spot for mixed kinds since he himself feels like an amalgamation of sorts.

Thank you! They're kind of a pain in the ass to draw at times for that very reason but man I do like the look 😩if other people like it too then that makes it all worth it!

THAT'S TRICKY TO ANSWER BECAUSE OFTEN TIMES I'M NOT... REALLY TRYING. I've draw a ton of horror comics for mine and my partner's series' SAD SACK and SORTIE, so I think it just comes naturally to me 😅 also I do genuinely find expressive and, uh, rugged faces more attractive? (I think they look rugged, again that's what people tell me at least.)

I think the secret might be adding bits of realism in there. I get a lot of comments about the wrinkles and eyelashes I add to my art, as well as the way I draw individual teeth (though I've lately been making an effort to simplify my style in favor of drawing faster, so I haven't done that as much or in as much detail.)

Both symmetry and the lack of it can also add to that effect. I have employed both facial unevenness and almost point-perfect symmetry to achieve something a little frightening or otherworldly in my work. [MORE UNDER THE CUT]

Thank you so much!!! The contrast is very much intentional, that's what DU drow's character is all about ;)

Hahah well I somewhat doubt Bhaal would care that his spawn gets named, but either way he stripped himself of his name as soon as he killed his foster parents and abandoned the Underdark. He had a drow name that I jotted down somewhere but it's completely irrelevant because nobody has used it since he was a child, and he doesn't remember it (even pre-tadpole/having his brain scrambled.) Here's a little write up about his origins that might shed some more light on that: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739688837431836672/did-drow-ever-have-a-childhood-before-the-temple

And about his original drow-given name and the reason behind it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/741350986692591616/drow-had-to-have-been-given-a-name-by-his-adoptive

Everyone just referred to him as his supposed race, or as Bhaalspawn or Bhaal's child, and any other similar titles. Orin called him "kin" and "brother" and Gortash likely called him his associate. Post-tadpole the camp grows entirely used to calling him "the drow" and he has no desire to change that or to choose a proper name.

THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH😭 no reason to be intimidated, I'm just some rando drawing BG3 fan art LOL I've been drawing since I was a child, and started taking it semi-seriously when I was 16 years old, so twelve years ago! That's around the time where I got my first non-display tabled and used that well into my twenties, prior to that I only did stuff on paper and liked to do inks color with pencils. I never really ventured into traditional painting at all except for a little bit of water-coloring in college.

Traditional and Digital art are very much different beasts. Which one you want to start with is, in my opinion, just dependent on what you want to do. Digital art gives you a lot of tools that makes learning easier, but you might find yourself having much steeper of a learning curve if you ever decide to do traditional art instead. If you want to be good at both, you need to practice both, since the skill doesn't entirely translate from one medium to the other.

Naturally you will be able to draw well on either, it's just... Different. I will say though, that I think if you're still learning you should use whatever allows you to look directly at what your hand is doing, so either traditional or display tablet/Ipad. I have no idea what a non-display tablet would do to a beginner, but remembering my experience with it I feel like it might be a huge detriment to developing the skill (feel free to share your experiences in the replies if you disagree, as I would definitely be curious to read them!)

YOU KNOW ME BABY IT WAS MESSY AND COMPLICATED the tldr.: is that they were "buddies", absolutely no romance intended there on either mine or DU drow's part, but due to his nature the friendship was extremely weird.

Here's a couple of replies where I go into more detail about it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739191190871818240/i-dont-have-a-particular-question-in-mind-sorry

https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/744952815768764416/so-not-sure-if-youve-covered-this-but-i-thought

That's definitely reserved for the vamp LOL DU drow very much enjoys when Astarion teases and fusses over him, and while Astarion probably got a kick out of acting that way around such a big and scary looking guy at first, I think by "now" (later and post-game) he's pretty much immune to DU drow's looks and just enjoys doing it in earnest.

He's not at all averse to being touched (even rather intimately) by close friends, but he wouldn't be quite THAT vulnerable with anyone else.

HE REALLY DISLIKED GALE... He irked him out by seemingly fostering a rather persistent romantic interest in him for at least half the time they spent together (very much based on my interpretation of their in-game interactions at the time, though my Gale might have been a little bugged.)

But also they had a... Fairly in depth relationship still? Gale was a staple in my party, and even though I antagonized him constantly by the end of the game it still felt like they had so much weight in each other's lives, if that makes sense. I might need to do a bit of an "update" on the DU Drow/Gale lore sometime, I feel like I've had some thoughts since that warrant more exploration of their dynamic (you can find a lot of old asks about it if you just search the Gale Dekarios tag in my blog though).

The gist of it is that DU drow found him arrogant and duplicitous, his constant optimist irritated him to no end and felt like it veiled a stream of self-pity (two things DU drow despises) Gale's attempts to get through to him only added insult to injury. By the end of the game he decided to pursue the crown of Karsus and this only lost him even more respect in Drow's eyes, seeing as he doesn't value godly power at all.

I was pretty overwhelmed by the game at the start so I actually missed a lot LOL including Scratch. I did get the owlbear cub though, which DU drow gladly welcomed into camp since it was injured - but I think he would have wished for it to remain a wild animal and to return back to it's home after it had grown up a bit. He didn't really make a "pet" out of it more than he just looked after the little guy in the way it's mother might have, probably with Shadowheart's help.

He wouldn't be opposed to proper pets though if one were to stumble into his life. He'd definitely be more of a cat guy because of their independence and strong little attitudes.

It is very hard to build proper rapport with him. He will be "friendly" to most people who have a good sense of humor about them, but friendSHIP is another thing entirely.

I think it's kind of circumstantial. He's very economical in his relationships and doesn't really seek them out at all - so a situation where he's forced to be in someone's company might be the only way to develop a bond with him, as he doesn't appreciate insistence either and that's more likely to push him away. He doesn't value status or titles either (kind of looks down on them really) so that won't help.

I think he just likes people who are true to themselves and their nature, sometimes even if the nature is one he disagrees with at it's core. This is why he liked Gortash, why he and Shadowheart got along so well, and why him and Astarion fit together so seamlessly despite seeming so different. Likewise I think it's why he didn't jive with people like Gale or Wyll, because they seemed to be rather... Dishonest with themselves and their own end-goals.

[hitomisuzuya]

Tighnari x fem!reader. Comfort Smut. Accidental use of an aphrodisiac. Abandonment issues mentioned. Some footnotes at the end.

a/n: Did you all think I was going to choose Scara? Nope 😋 I choose Tighnari. I have quite a few people who encourage to write for myself. So here I am. I hope you all enjoy as well. Please know every word I type is making me feel better. I hope it makes anyone reading this feel better to if they are down. I used one of my beloved @kichikichiko 's suggestions.

You'd been acting very peculiar for about a week now. Tighnari was worried. He eventually started making notes of your distant behavior in an attempt to puzzle out what was wrong. He could smell that something was going on.

*You looked tired as you sat with him in his hut, drawing a picture of creature called a dinosaur from a novel that was dog eared and thoroughly read multiple times.

Tighnari grabbed a bottle of something and offered it to you. "Here..this should help relax you to sleep since you haven't slept for days," he said quietly, setting the bottle down in front of you.

You smiled at him in appreciation, sipping it as you drew. No response however. Tighnari's ears drooped a little. He wished you would tell him what was wrong.

*He sat with you, murmuring quiet compliments about your drawing of the dinosaur. Your favorite was the one with the long talon claw on it's on the middle toes. He'd listened many times when you gushed about the Velociraptors from the novel.

Tighnari's ears pricked when you dropped your pencil suddenly. Your cheeks were getting flushed and he could hear your heart beat speeding up. He could feel some changing in himself as well.

When his eyes darted to the empty bottle on the table, they suddenly widened. "Oh no!" He exclaimed.

Tighnari had made a very VERY rare mistake. He really should've labelled the bottle properly. It was something he was developing for the mating season for fennec foxes. When the female drank it from a water source, the males would be able to smell it.

And now he'd accidentally given it to you instead of a very mild sedative.

He quickly put his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. "'Nari, please.." you said, panting quietly.

And then it clicked. Your eyes may have been filled with lust, but there was something else there. Buried behind it was a hint of sadness. "Are you serious?" He said, nuzzling your forehead, "why would ever think I would abandon you? You are my mate."

"'Nari.." Was all you could manage to say. His kisses were deep and open mouthed as Tighnari let himself get swept by his lust for you.

Clothes were removed hastily and before you knew it, you were laying on your back beneath Tighnari. "I would never leave you," he whispered, peppering your neck and chest with love bites that would bruise the next morning. He didn't want it any other way. If marking you like this would reassure you, then he would do it all night.

The way you were moaning while he sucked and bit your skin was starting to make him feel frenzied and feral. Rubbing your clit, he plunged two fingers inside of your cunt, shivering when he felt how wet you were. "I'm sorry, my love, I have to prepare you quickly. You smell so good.."

You grasped in pleasure when his fingers found your sweet spot. You spread your legs, locking them in place around his hips. "Please, just fuck me now, 'Nari. I can't stand it anymore.." you pleaded.

You felt dizzy with lust, the aphrodisiac had made you so sensitive. You tugged on his ears, making him whimper, turning his head slightly into your hand, nuzzling it. His ears had always been sensitive, especially so when he was intimate with you.

"Archons, I'm so lucky to have you," Tighnari said, thrusting his cock inside of you. "You aren't even mad that messed up tonight."

"I love you, Tighnari," you moaned, feeling your orgasm building like a furious storm in your core.

Tighnari's cum spilled into you, making his cock squelch in and out of your pussy. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, making his pace speed up. He was determined to help you reach your climax.

"I hope you don't mind, but it's going to take awhile for the aphrodisiac to wear off," Tighnari said between his own pants and moans, feeling your walls begin to clench around his cock. "We going to have to have multiple rounds." His kiss on your lips was gentle.

"Shut up and make me cum again, ',Nari," you said playfully.

Tighnari chuckled. He really loves you a lot.

*I'm referring to Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. I'm a die hard Jurassic Park/Jurassic World fan. The Velociraptors are very favorite 🥰 Thank you for reading. I feel much better, but my responses to asks may be sporadic and slow tonight. Bear with me, please.

[factual-fantasy]

28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖

@astaherussy

My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..

Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..

For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..

Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD

They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎

Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--

I might just have to at some point! :00

@ardent-38

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD

I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD

But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD

Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔

XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨

@mod-bubamon

I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)

And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.

Well? What did she taste like? XDD

Oh wait you're dead my bad-

Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇

@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)

🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD

What is primordial dough? :0

@2006-stupid-thatsme

Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(

If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"

My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔

@beryl-shade

This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.

Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀

@whereismycupofcoffee

@artistiemi

Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨

@sunnys-bloog

I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-

NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!

tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?

@beryl-shade

I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..

Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD

@wdillustration

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}

@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)

AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺

As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..

But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD

Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0

@luna-purple454

AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD

@khoiazo

It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD

@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)

<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--

@shaziztrazh

I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0

[silverofthunder]

☆ confessions ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

summary: As soon as you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you, you heard the words that you, deep down, had been dying to hear.

content: 2.6k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, romance, friendship, mild hurt/comfort, injury mention

♡♡ part 1 ♡♡ part 2 ♡♡ part 3 ♡♡ part 4 ♡♡ part 5 ♡♡ part 6 ♡♡ part 7 ♡♡ part 8 ♡♡ part 9 ♡♡ part 10 ♡♡

Sorry, this is published so late but life got busy. I haven't forgotten this story, I promise! This part has been written about a month ago, this has just been in my fic file and waited for the moment to be published. So, here this is, hope you enjoy (and hope there are still some who even read this story). :)

You were lying against Copia, naked as the day you were born, on the luxurious bed, slowly drawing patterns on his chest. Your skin was still sweaty as you basked in the afterglow, in the silence that had a shadowy edge now. There was so many questions, words to say but now idea how to ask or say them. All you could do now was to try to enjoy this moment – Copia was there, beside you, gaze directed at the ceiling.

He was worried, though he tried to hide it. But you could know it from the way he was holding you tighter, how he hadn’t refused to feed off from you when your bodies had been locked into the throes of passion just some moments ago. He had taken as much as you were able to give – hence you felt now a bit lightheaded but it was nothing a little food and drink couldn’t fix.

Everything had felt different as the upcoming fight was looming upon you. You had taken your time to feel each other’s bodies, wanting to memorize every single little details on your skins. You didn’t want to forget any of this – not that you ever would if something bad were to happen. It had been close, that those certain words had passed from your lips. But you had sealed Copia’s lips just in time, swallowed those words down before they were released into the delicate air.

You both knew how you felt. Those words needed another moment to see the light. You didn’t want it to happen like this, when there was some uncertainty around you. You didn’t want this to be ’let’s say it before it’s too late’ moment because it wasn’t going to be one.

Copia’s lips connected with your forehead and you hummed quietly.

”So sorry you have to go through this,” he mumbled, and you shifted so that you could tilt your head to look at him. He looked sad, the sight making your heart sink in your chest. You moved to place a light kiss right on the corner of his mouth.

”It’s alright,” you whispered against his skin. ”We never know when the past comes to haunt us.”

”Still I should have told you about it more,” Copia said, and you shook your head, this time claiming his lips in a kiss.

”Hush now,” you said, offering a small smile to him and moving your hand to gently tap his lips. The look in Copia’s eyes softened as he cupped your face, sliding his thumb across your cheek. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering as you breathed slowly in and out.

”You know that I will be stuck with you forever?” It was meant to lighten the mood a little and by the way Copia’s lips turned into a grin told you it had worked.

”Still forever?” He smirked, obviously teasing you and you smacked his chest with your hand.

”I haven’t changed my mind,” you stated. ”To be honest, I want to turn soon.”

Copia’s face fell serious, the hint of worry reaching his eyes as he studied your face. You poked him in the nose.

”Don’t mope. I know you’re waiting for that moment, too.”

A smile passed Copia’s lips, white fangs flashing as his hand slid to the side of your neck where the bite marks were.

”Then you’ll be all mine,” he spoke, the sound of his voice sweet like a purr, making you shiver.

You smirked. ”I’ve always been yours.”

Copia let out a sound that was a mix of a hum and a growl and then pulled you into a kiss. Then he flipped you around fast, pinning you against the mattress, his lips moving to your neck. He inhaled deep before you felt something wet on your skin – his tongue running over the bite marks and you gasped. You could sense Copia wanted to sink his fangs again into you, drink your blood, but he knew he couldn’t do it, yet.

”I love your scent,” Copia purred close to your ear, pressing a light kiss righ under the earlobe and your hands squeezed his sides hard as you chuckled.

”Seems like it’s like a drug to you.”

”Better than any drug,” Copia said, his voice having now a darker edge. ”I could never get enough of this.” Another swipe of tongue and a gentle nip right after made you groan.

Then a thought came into your head.

”Will it change after I’ve turned? My scent?”

”Sí, a little,” Copia spoke against your sensitive skin. ”But it’s still going to be you.”

”And you still can drink it, then?”

”Yes, as well as you mine.”

That thought was thrilling, the image in your head so vivid. The red liquid on your lips, the imaginary taste hitting your tongue before you would swallow it down.

”But I have to drink it so that I can turn? How will it taste?”

You could feel Copia smiling, hear it in his voice.

”You’ll find it out soon.”

The brothers had gone to deal with Sister Imperator and you and Olivia were left at the mansion to wait. It had been several hours and the longer you had to wait, the harder it got. Olivia wasn’t dealing with the wait any better as she was sitting on the couch, biting her nails while you were pacing back and forth near her. The sound of the clock seemed to ring in your ears and you barely could think anything sensible. A part of you wanted to scream and another part just hoped this all was just a bad dream.

You squeezed your hands into fists, trying to focus on your breathing to calm yourself. It didn’t help much but was better than nothing. Olivia ran her hands through her hair before grabbing the nearest couch pillow and hugging it tight.

”Is this always like this?” she asked, making you jump a bit and stop in your tracks. Your gaze met hers and you shook your head.

”No, this is the first time something like this happens,” you answered and Olivia let out a long sigh.

”This is crazy,” she stated, eyes wide. ”I’m scared and worried and… I don’t even know. This all has been a lot, you know.”

You nodded, understanding how overwhelmed she must have felt. She was dragged into all this so quickly she had had no time to let this all sunk in properly.

”But you’re still here,” you said, offering her a reassuring smile. ”That tells something.”

”Yeah, it tells that I’m crazy,” she said, a hint of a smile rising to her lips. ”But he…” she trailed off, lowering her gaze and you could have sworn that there was pink coloring her cheeks. Your smile widened.

”So, how are things between you and Terzo?” You couldn’t help but tease her a bit. She hadn’t shared much about what was going on but considering the situation, you weren’t surprised why. Olivia looked back at you, the blush now evident on her cheeks.

”I really like him,” she admitted. ”And I think he likes me. As weird as this might sound, I actually feel safe around him.”

Something in your chest moved. Happiness. Joy.

”I know exactly what you mean,” you said, smiling and Olivia’s eyes lit up. She was happy that someone understood how she felt.

”Stupid vampires and their charm,” she huffed good-naturedly and you chuckled.

”They certainly are charming and know how to win people on their side.” You walked to the couch and finally sat down beside Olivia. ”But behind all that vampire glamour there is so much more.”

Olivia’s eyes settled on you again and she gave a small nod, though now her smile faded.

”Has something bad happened to you while you’ve been with Copia?”

You weren’t certain what Olivia thought as a bad thing but you had a few little stories to share that weren’t so nice.

”Yes, a few times. Some months ago when I had finished my evening shift I decided to take a shortcut to home,” you started, the memories of the evening returning to your mind. ”It wasn’t a good idea. Some vampire got to me and if Terzo hadn’t come in time, something bad might have happened.”

”Terzo saved you?”

”Yeah, he probably had been somewhere near and caught my scent. Then he took me to Hunter’s Moon as I was so tired and it was closer than my home.”

Olivia looked impressed and you guessed what you just told raised Terzo’s points in her eyes. For a moment she looked like she wanted to say or ask something more related to that matter but decided then otherwise.

”And what is the other not-so-nice thing?”

You sighed, lowering your gaze and started to pick on the hem of your shirt.

”Copia bit me,” you said quietly. ”He lost control for a moment.”

”He what?!” Olivia’s voice was higher now, the shock evident in it.

”Copia bit me,” you repeated, now moving your gaze back up to Olivia. ”It was bound to happen anyway, and we have settled it out. It’s been months since it happened.”

”And you still trust him?”

”Yes, I do. He regretted it instantly. So much that he didn’t see me for a while and he was starving himself,” you said, pausing for a short moment before you told Olivia the rest. A vast range of emotions went through her eyes as she listened to you.

”Oh fuck,” she commented soon. ”And I thought I was the crazy one.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and soon Olivia joined in, then – completely out of blue – smacking you with the pillow. It only made you laugh harder and try to grab the pillow to yourself but of course you failed. In the end Olivia threw it to the nearest armchair, grinning at you and you just grabbed her instead, pulling her into a hug.

”Enough about me,” you said. ”Now tell me more about you and Terzo. Have you kissed already or have you – oi!” your question got interrupted as Olivia’s pinched your side.

”Who’s nosy now?” she shot back as she tried to wiggle out of your hold. You loosened your arms around her so that she was able to make eye-contact. The deep red on her cheeks and the grin she had told you enough and you smirked.

”Oh, shut up,” Olivia said, letting her head fall on your shoulder.

You laughed. ”I didn’t say anything.”

”But I know what you were thinking,” she stated, poking your side.

”So, you’re really in it now?” you asked and Olivia mumbled something you couldn’t fully hear. Gently you placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her further.

”I think I am,” she admitted with a small, soft smile. ”Though I’m still scared of so many things.”

”This situation definitely isn’t making things easier,” you said, lightly squeezing Olivia’s shoulder. ”But I’m happy you are having an open mind and willing to give Terzo a chance.”

”Yeah, he really seems to be different than those previous assholes I’ve been with.”

You hummed in agreement. ”So it’s possible that he might be your knight in a shining armor?”

Olivia made a face at that, giving you a light shove. Smiling you just pulled her again into a hug and this time Olivia let out a long, content sigh, resting her head against your chest.

”Possibly,” she spoke quietly. ”But I don’t want to go ahead of things yet. In time we’ll see what happens.”

That was understandable. Not wanting to think too far. Especially now. Relationships weren’t that simple, not even though they might have felt like it.

”I’m rooting for you and Terzo, and I really hope it works out between you.”

You could hear the smile when Olivia replied. ”I know.”

It was nearly a dawn when the brothers finally returned to the mantion. You and Olivia had stirred awake from your slumber on the couch and rushed straight to them. They all looked tired but unharmed, at least mostly. Blood stains marred their clothes and skin and there were some tears on their clothes, as well.

You craddled Copia’s face, releaf washing over you as you leaned in to kiss him, tasting someone elses blood on his lips. They must have gotten a little snack before coming back.

”Is it over now?” you asked after and Copia nodded and then you heard a grunt from behind him. You peeked past Copia to see Secondo trying to shake off his shirt, pain visible on his face. Primo helped to tuck the sleeve off and when the shirt finally fell off from Secondo, your eyes landed on the big wound on his shoulder. It looked nasty, red mixing with something black and you were quick to run to take a closer look at it.

You lifted your hand, reaching towards the wound but there was a hiss and a hand grabbing your wrist. You met Secondo’s hard gaze as he pushed your hand away.

”I’ll live,” he said and you furrowed your brows.

”What happened?” You weren’t sure if asking more questions was now a right thing to do but you wanted to know. With sigh, Secondo let go of your wrist, his gaze softening.

”Got stabbed,” he replied flatly. ”There was some poison on the blade. It will heal but more slower.”

You nodded, eyes flickering to the wound, a small smile passing your lips. ”If you say so, grumpy old man.”

That caused tired chuckles to echo in the room and even Secondo flashed something that resembled a smile to you. With one last glance at him, you returned to Copia who slid his other arm instantly protectively around you, pulling you flush against him.

”He’s going to be fine,” Copia said, placing a kiss on your temple.

Your gaze went to Olivia and Terzo who seemed now to be on their own bubble, faces close to one another. Olivia was clealy crying and Terzo was wiping the tears away while whispering some soft words, presumably in Italian. Then you took a look at Primo who was still standing beside Secondo, eyeing his brother with worry and relief.

”Are you alright?” Copia asked, setting his hand under your chin and making you look at him. You offered him a smile, however a bit tired one.

”Yes, now that you’re all here.”

You were glad that they all had come back, just as they had promised. But you couldn’t push the vast exhaustion aside – it felt like it had settled deep into your bones and you were sure that you could sleep for a week straight. A big yawn stretched your mouth soon, and you tried to hide it with your hand but of course it didn’t go unnoticed by Copia.

”We should get some rest,” he spoke against your temple and you mumbled an agreement. ”Though I need a shower first.”

You wanted to reply to that with something sensible but your eyes were now heavy and you had to fight to keep them open and if Copia wasn’t holding you, you might have fell to the floor and slept right there. However, luxurious bed would be a million times better than the cold hardwood floor. Your mind barely registered the words Copia was speaking and then you were picked up and carried to your and Copia’s room.

By the time your back hit the bed, you were already half-asleep. You felt Copia caressing your face, placing a light kiss on your lips, and your heart fluttered happily as you tried to open your eyes. You succeeded to keep them open long enough to see the loving look in Copia’s eyes. And as soon as you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you, you heard the words that you, deep down, had been dying to hear.

”I love you.”

taglist: @nijiru

[m4rs-ex3]

im sending you the same list of headcanons i sent tate a few days ago but I'm facing my anxiety and coming off anon just for you mars you're welcome 😅

So here are your Rayllum head canons on a silver platter 😘:

Sometimes when Rayla’s brain is being mean to her and the ✨trauma✨ is hitting her especially hard or when she’s sad, she reverts to her old mentalities of making herself seem small and hiding her feelings and sometimes she ends up sitting with her knees against her chest in a corner of their bedroom. And Callum finds her like that and doesn’t even question, he just sits down next to her in wordless support until she’s ready to talk or is feeling a bit better. 

Anytime Rayla wears a dress and Callum will just be gasping, fumbling for words, speechless and stammering and blushing the whole time and its the funniest thing 🤭

On their wedding day they danced to the same song Harrow and Sarai did. 

HAND HOLDING. ALL THE TIME. Reaching for each others hands, when they’re happy, sad, anxious, scared, excited, ALL THE TIME. 

And they play with each others fingers. Just absentmindedly but they do. 

There’s a scar on Rayla’s shoulder and Callum loves to kiss it. Just gently whenever he can, he’ll give it a little kiss. 

Sometimes Ez does something thats so much like their mom (or dad) that after he’s gone (so he doesn’t see) Callum will just burst into tears. And Rayla will pull him into her tiny frame and let him cry against her shoulder and kiss his head until he’s calmed down a little. 

In the middle of the night when one of them has had a nightmare and the other person has moved to the other side of the bed, they’ll also move to that side. So in the morning, both of them are cuddling on one side of the bed. 

They will both rant/complain to the other. Like one of them will be pacing back and forth just ranting and the other will be sitting on the bed or wherever totally invested in the rant. 

three words. MORE STAR-GAZING DATES.

if there's anything else, i'll send it to you 😘

why thank you

i like imagining him walking into the room, seeing her, leaving without a word, coming back with blankets, pillows, and snacks and just curling up next to her to read, all with a completely blank expression

unfortunately she can't wear them that often because the amount of walls callum walks into becomes dangerous

that's beautiful but also i haven't been able to stop thinking about the potential for a parallel between rayllum and tiadrin + lain dancing in the meadow

literally. it's absolutely disgusting /pos

them absent-mindedly observing each other's fingers out of fascination is just so ASDFSAEFJGASHOKJ

i've mentioned this personal hc before but i just know that she has like hundreds of tiny scars and he has memorized ALLLLL of them. he could draw up a map

correct. sad

eventually they get like a big ass california king-sized bed and yet they still sleep like it's a twin

one of em will be talking about how they want to skin some asshole alive and the other will be dreamily gazing at them like "you are so hot 💖"

well yes. they both end up with an encyclopedic knowledge of constellations and everyone else is just like "why do you know that" (to rayla, anyway)

thank you for your service 🫡

[crownmemes]

Sad Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sad sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How come you don't believe me?"

"Will you be away a very long time?"

"To one extent or another, I've always been alone."

"Why won't you tell me anything anymore?"

"I often wonder if I should have been born in another time."

"I'm not cut out for this, am I?"

"You're the only one I trust."

"Leave me alone. You can't help me now."

"I just think it's sad that you can't be honest with the man that, as far as I can tell, is the closest thing you have to a friend."

"It hurts. All this. Everything I see, everything I hear, touch, smell. The conclusions that I'm able to draw, the things that are revealed to me."

"It's always sad when a work of art has to be destroyed."

"She's family and I have to love her, of course, but how can I? She's never let me."

"You have to believe me. Nobody else on this whole damn planet does or ever will."

"In case you hadn't noticed, I don't have meaningful connections."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"I want to tell you something that is not at all pleasant."

"I haven't heard you laugh in a month!"

"I wish your word meant something more to me."

"What is it about you and I that causes us to do so much harm to the ones we are alleged to care about?"

"What is wrong with me? I'm not feeling anything I'm supposed to be feeling..."

"Ever since I was a child, I've never allowed to let myself get too close to people. "

"I fear that I am becoming obsolete."

"You are, in your own way, a lonelier man than me."

"That fact is, I'm a bit of a bore, I suppose."

"One is quite alone when the last one who remembers is gone."

"I don't know what to do with myself half the time, and the other half I'm pissed."

"Why couldn't you trust me?"

"For a long while now, I've suspected that connection with another person - real connection - simply isn't possible for me."

"I have a vision of myself without this job, disappearing down emotional dark tunnels. I need something to hold me to the world."

"I expect you think I'm awful."

"You're ashamed of me."

"I need to know I'm not a monster."

"So, what makes you think I'm lonely?"

"I wish we'd never started this."

"We both made the same mistake. Falling in love. We were both stupid."

"What a mess we've made of our lives."

"Men like us, we're not meant to make connections such as love."

[inventors-fair]

Improved Imitations: Modified Copies Winners

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Our winners this week are @10001gecs, @fractured-infinity, and @levelzeo!

@10001gecs — Pea-Pod Fields//Silent Suburbs

Immediately what sticks out to me is what I guessed to be—and you confirmed in your submission—a very direct reference to classic horror film Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978). For those who haven't seen it, aliens invade by way of strange vegetative pods that slowly kill and replace humans, thus the use of pea-pods as a stand-in. I do think calling it "Suburbs" might be a bit too on the nose, as it's difficult to fit that concept into any of the existing Magic setting, and could easily be achieved with something like "village" or "district" in a more urban plane. I've been really excited to see new Room designs after their strong initial showing, and this really hits the spot. Both doors synergize perfectly while still standing up fine on their own. Pea-Pod fields is a bit harder to quantify on its own, but a slightly more expensive Rampant Growth that thins your deck an additional card is perfectly serviceable. Though, it could feel like the order you want to unlock them is a bit fixed. The land coming back as a creature as well is very clever, and the wording on Silent Suburbs means it works extremely well with effect that let you relock doors.

@fractured-infinity — Boon of Sakashima

I want to preface this by making clear that I say this with the greatest respect, but: what? This is immediately so delightfully off-kilter that I'm instantly transfixed. A one mana Clever Impersonator is certainly absurdly powerful on its own, but both stripping away power and toughness from creatures it may copy and attaching it at the hip to a creature to make it easier to remove are both very smart. It's not flawless however, and I do have a few gripes. Copying another Aura removes most of the downsides and is thus noticeably more powerful that its other applications, so I think it could use a "non-Aura" rider. Similarly, if the intention of being an Aura is to make it more vulnerable, being able to enchant creatures you don't control feels rather against the spirit of the card. Having said all that, though, I'm still a very big fan of the card.

@levelzeo — Vengeful Shadows

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the vast majority of cards submitted this week were blue. After all, blue is the primary color for copying things, but any color can do it if it feels sufficiently appropriate. That's what draws me to this card, then, which does copying in monoblack in a way that just feels so right. Black is already plenty good at bringing back creatures that die, so this really just functions as an extension to that, and tacking the Quietus Spike effect to whoever wronged the creature feels so delightfully devilish. The restriction to your opponent having to intentionally remove something prevents it from being too easily abusable, while the flash enables it to still be a "gotcha" moment against an unwary opponent. The flavor is just delicious too, really epitomizing "vengeance" while fully selling the really cool shadow angle. Part of me is kind of sad that the copy doesn't have shadow, but I'm fully aware that that would be both too cute and too strong, so I don't hold it against you.

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There's another post coming shortly, except it's the runners up! (It's not the winners.) —@spooky-bard

[tickldpnk8]

Song of Orpheus Recap

Man, Song of Orpheus is hard. I started this post on July 6th. Three months ago!! It's a tragedy within a tragedy, I got emotional, and then put this book in the metaphorical freezer for a bit.

But it's also jam-packed with revelations and foreshadowing. It's a super-long issue (arc?) and I'll be covering it all in one go. So without further ado, I'll get into it.

On Orpheus’ nature

So it kicks off with a bit of foreshadowing in the form of a prophetic dream. So prophetic dreaming isn't something that started just when he became an oracle. Orpheus also seems to have no power over his dream, but once he becomes lucid enough, he is able to see his father and then visit him in the Dreaming. It's also interesting to me that he doesn't seem to be able to interpret his dream: asking Morpheus what it all meant. (And getting the brush off from his dad in the process.) Morpheus implies that he might actually know what the dream means, but won't tell his son because he is his son. (side note: this interaction totally reminded me of friends in high school who had parents who taught at our school)

Orpheus is also able to open a portal to the Dreaming with just his voice and lyre. I found this super interesting: combined with what we saw a few issues back in France, he seems to have some sort of power that manifests through song. Whether this is something his father grants him to get "home" easier or whether it's just how powerful of a musician he is, is not stated. I think it lends credence to Orpheus having some sort of demi-god-like musical power though in addition to prophetic dreams. Seems a perfect balance of traits to inherit from both of his parents.

On grief:

This is a repeating refrain throughout this issue: People die, you grieve and you move on. Aristeas expresses this sentiment in the opening pages of Chapter 1.

And Morpheus repeats the same sentiment to Orpheus in Chapter 2 after Euridice dies. As I was writing this section of this post, we were having a conversation on Grief and how it relates to Morpheus' own character. The linked thread is a slight tangent, but I do feel like this refrain just continues to echo throughout the series and between the characters.

On the Endless:

We also learn a ton about Morpheus' siblings in this issue. Especially as they are all introduced to Euridice. For example:

Apparently, Delirium almost got married at one point. I don't see this panel talked about a lot during discussions of her character. And I have to wonder, is this why Del changed? Is it why Delight was sad as @onehundredandeleventropicalfish pointed out that subtle lettering detail from Overture? She's always pictured so young as Delight that I can't really picture her marrying at that stage...and yet...

Meanwhile, we are finally introduced to the missing Endless: And I love that when we finally get a name, it's in Greek and his face is covered. Ha! Way to draw out the mystery a bit more. I love that he refers to Orpheus as his favorite nephew...but it begs the question how many nephews does he have??

But also what just happened here? Did Destruction simply open a portal to his sister’s house? Or did he literally kill Orpheus to grant him the audience he sought??

This panel never ceases to get me in the feels: how the family portrait is bisected by the gutter space right where Death should be. But this section of the story also makes me wonder how Death experiences Time...she decorates her apartment in a very modern way with things that haven't been invented yet...are they leftovers from a pre-Overture existence? Does time not pass linearly for her? Or do the Endless simply know what is coming and exist outside of time when they don't want to?

Whatever the case may be, Orpheus isn't able to adjust. So he's a normal human on that front, and we would likewise have a hard time perceiving their realms.

On Morpheus

Here we get that famous line that Morpheus doesn't dance. Not even with his wife and not even at his son's wedding. But also wtf is he wearing and what is that pinned to??

On Morpheus and Relationships

Here we have a conversation between Orpheus and his mother about Morpheus. And it's a bit heartbreaking because you can see how Morpheus is too rigid in his ways/thinking to keep relationships going: Orpheus alleges that his father won't forget or forgive a slight. While Calliope states that Morpheus doesn't really share any part of himself and isn't willing or perhaps able to change. So here we have Morpheus' fatal flaws spelled out for the Reader in this flashback issue.

And the sad thing for me is that by this point of the story, we're seeing that Morpheus is already changing. But the more frustrating point in this panel is that we can see how Orpheus is a chip off the old block...Orpheus is the one who renounced his father, yet it's not apparent that he's tried to reach out and make amends. argh

Yet after Orpheus' death, I do think Morpheus takes things too far as a parent (especially for us modern folks). I'm still hoping to write a meta on him and parenthood, but want to get through Brief Lives before I do. Orpheus asks for his help to die, but Morpheus states that Orpheus' life is his own...and his death too. Effectively upholding the disownment that Orpheus kicked off by stating he was "no longer [his] son" before seeking out his aunt. Morpheus was never going to be the first one to crack on this: he's too by the rules. And the rules state that his son has renounced him.

On Foreshadowing:

It’s also here that we get the first hint about the Thessalian witches...and Thessaly, who will do basically what it says: mutilate a man's face and pull down the moon in the next arc.

And then there's this... Orpheus is the one who has made the Furies cry. Orpheus is the one they will never forgive. And that comes true within this arc with his death at the hands of the Baccanae. But is it concluded? I also just can't help thinking that the son from the union they didn't approve of will give them the means to take revenge upon his father.

[lil-ace]

Gift for @march-flowerr based on a scene in chapter 20 of lay bare the bones of the earth, (hopefully I managed to do it justice!) :

“Count us down,” Tommy instructs Joel, and then chirrups to Justified and takes off before he’s even started counting. Ellie screeches and digs her heels into Curry’s sides, leans over her saddle as her horse leaps forward. “You asshole!” They race across the plains, the distance closing between them till they’re neck to neck. Tommy’s laughing; he’s taken off his hat and has the brim of it clenched between his teeth, both hands woven tight into the reins as he hunches forward. He catches Ellie’s eye and smirks, and she calls him a fucking cheater and surges ahead. The ground flashes beneath her; ahead, the walls of Jackson grow closer, taller. The lupine tickles the side of her face, whipped into a frenzy by the wind. She feels - powerful, connected: to her horse, to her valley, to her people. Her family. She glances over her shoulder. Tommy waves at her, his hat in his hand. He shouts something she can’t hear, but she grins all the same. She beats them all home.

I want to thank March for everything that 'lay bare the bones of the earth' is, and what a lovely ride it's been to follow along for these past few months. Painting this over the weekend was a really emotional and fulfilling experience for me, and I got a lot to say about it, so I'll put it under the read more cut to not clog up people's dashes lol.

Art school genuinely made me lose passion for art. I got so burnt out creatively that I didn't draw for years after art school. Initially I feared I'd lost all my skills with how long I hadn't drawn anything and that anxiety only made me put off picking up a pen for even longer. But as I was slowly getting back into art, my skills were just fine (albeit a bit rusty) but I came to the realization I'd lost something worse: The burning passion to create. Making art was now boring. It didn't feel fun or meaningful like it used to. All of my art felt hollow, because I felt hollow. I had always used art as a means to express myself creatively, emotionally, and you used to be able to see that in my art. Art school ruined that, it turned art into a mechanical chore, something to be nit-picked apart, critiqued and verbally torn to shreds. It made me look down on everything I made as 'not good enough', look at all the flaws and mistakes. I no longer wanted to share my art with people, because I was so convinced that's all they'd see, too. It's something I'm still working on unlearning now.

A large part of getting back into art has been trying to make it feel fun again, which has been a bit of a struggle. So I figured if I can't feel happy just by making art, maybe if I involve my special interest in it (tlou), the joy I feel from engaging with my special interest would maybe rub off on drawing eventually. So I slowly started drawing tlou fanart, just for myself. While I've been in the fandom since the very beginning, I've never really interacted a ton with other people in the fandom, outside of leaving kudos on fics, maybe a comment if I could work up the courage for it (socially anxious autistic person over here). But one of my close friends finally convinced me to make a tumblr, try posting some art and connect with other tlou fans. I've been slowly dipping my toes in tlou tumblr and it's been a lovely experience so far.💖

Tlou fics have always been a great source of comfort for me, and reading lay bare the bones of the earth was such an emotional journey, one that made me cry multiple times (happy tears & sad tears!). But reading chapter 20 was something else. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's been living rent free in my head ever since. March's words painted such a beautiful picture. I just got this image stuck in my mind, of Tommy & Ellie racing through the lupine fields as the sun is setting behind them and I had this burning urge to paint it, a feeling I haven't had in years! Figuring out the composition, picking all the colors, trying to get Curry's Appaloosa spots right, it made me feel all giddy as I could see each step bringing it closer to completion. I feel like I finally got a little taste of the joy I had for art all those years ago. And I wouldn't have gotten to experience that had I not gotten to read lay bare the bones of the earth. I can't thank you enough for that March 🥺 You've created such a wonderful story, the way you portray emotions is so raw, your writing reminds me of a rainy summer's day in the best way. You are such an inspiration and I can't wait to see what you do next!

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 24

Previous Chapter

Murr: Where's Arthur?!

Shylock: I can sense his presence from that direction…!

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Arthur: <Pernoctant Nixzo>!

Balthazar: …kh…! If only I had a body! A child such as this would pose no threat…!

Arthur: Hahh…hahh… Murr! Shylock!

Shylock: Are you unhurt?!

Arthur: Yeah, somehow! If both of you are okay, then we need to head over to where the sea dragon is! Cain and the others are in danger!

Balthazar: You think I'll just let you walk away?! <Mare Praeda>!

Shylock: <Inviebelle> I don't think this much mist will be enough to stall him for very long, sadly.

Murr: It's fine! As long as he's connected to the abyssal jade, he shouldn't be able to follow us very far…

Balthazar: Wait…!

Arthur: He's following us.

Murr: Woah, don't push yourself! Hey, are you gonna be okay being far away from the jade for this long?

Balthazar: If I take your body, that won't be a problem! <Mare Praeda>!

Arthur: Murr, watch out…! …Aaahhh…!

Murr: Arthur!

Shylock: What a terrible wound… We need to begin treating him as soon as we get a chance to catch our breath!

Murr: A chance to catch our breath?! Like where?! Like at a cafe or something?

Shylock: If you mean a centuries-old one, we should be finding one very soon.

Murr: Oh, you're right! This really takes me back!

Arthur: …gh…I'm fine… We need to hurry!

Murr: Arthur! You do not need to cover for me, okay?!

Arthur: I will anyways!

Murr: Why?!

Arthur: Because you're my comrade, and because you've been very kind to me!

Murr: Wai…

Arthur: …Tsk, this is a dead end! Let's destroy these buildings so we can escape! I know this is a place full of memories for the two of you, though, so is that okay?!

Shylock & Murr: Feel free!

Arthur: <Pernoctant Nixzo>! That made a gap! Let's go! Woah…! That pillar is crumbling! Be careful when going under it!

Murr: … Who raised this kid, again?!

Shylock: Don't let him out of your sight, or else we'll lose track of that rascal!

Balthazar: Wait…! Shylock…! Hwylryn! Hwylryn, come here…!

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Akira: Where's Arthur's group?!

Oz: They are split between Arthur's location as well as that of the sea dragon. I can feel the presences of both, but they are far from one another. To whom shall we proceed?

Akira: … To Arthur. If he's not in any trouble, then we'll go to meet Hwylryn afterwards.

Oz: Understood.

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Owen: <Cure Memini>

Cain: …Owen…! (This whole time, I haven't been able to see our enemy.) (But I can see Owen fighting, and that's been more than enough to tell me how strong our opponent is.) (Owen's opening his trunk and calling Cerberus…) (Being underwater isn't doing a thing to stop them… All three huge heads are baring their fangs.) (Ah… They got knocked back so easily.) (Owen isn't just standing around doing nothing, either. He was diverting the water currents while Cerberus was attacking, and…he's getting closer to our opponent!) (I need to make sure Owen's attack succeeds… I need to draw my sword…!)

Cain: <Cure Memini>

Cain: <Gladius Procella>! (Owen's magic is freezing the water in the shape of a spiderweb…!)

Owen: Tch…

Cain: …! That didn't stop him…

Owen: So this is a Northern dragon, huh…

Rutile: Hwylryn! Please, think this over…!

Hwylryn: Hey, don't get any closer! You'll get pulled into things, and that'd make Akira sad.

Rutile: Cain and Owen are both Akira's wizards, too! Hurting either of them will make them sad!

Hwylryn: Oh no…

Cain: (Our enemy's voice is trembling, just a little bit.)

Owen: …

Cain: (Owen's trunk started glowing. I need to time this right…) (Now…!) <Gladius Procella>!

Owen: <Cuare Morito>

Cain: (We're more in sync now!)

Hwylryn: …! …Ahh…my eyes…

Owen: …

Cain: (Owen's smiling. Does that mean our attack did some real damage?) …?! Something's getting closer…

Balthazar: <Mare Praeda>!

Cain: …! Look out…!

Owen: …Sir Knight…!

Cain: Aaaggghhh…!

Arthur: Cain!

Shylock: Cain! Owen…!

Hwylryn: …Don't be mad at me. It hurts and I can't see. I can't hold back like this.

Rutile: …! Waaahhh…!

Hwylryn: …! No!

Arthur: Rutile! <Pernoctant Nixzo>!

Rutile: …ah…uu…

Arthur: Rutile! Hang on, Rutile!

Rutile: …cough… I'm…okay…

Arthur: … Sea dragon…

Hwylryn: I told you this was going to happen. Go back to the shore already.

Shylock: Cain! Cain…!

Cain: …gh…Shylock… I'm glad…you're okay…

Shylock: …

Owen: …Sir Knight…

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Balthazar: Hwylryn! Surely you can drive these louts off.

Hwylryn: Balthazar… It's dangerous for you to leave the jade's area of effect looking like that.

Balthazar: I had no choice but to expose this wretched form of mine because you weren't where I told you to be!

Hwylryn: I'm sorry…

Balthazar: …Did you get hurt?

Hwylryn: Yeah…

Balthazar: I'll heal you. <Mare Praeda>

Hwylryn: Oh, I can see again. I'm glad I can see you again. Thanks.

Balthazar: Heh.

Hwylryn: …Ah…

Balthazar: …!

Hwylryn: …Akira's presence…

Balthazar: Oz's presence…!

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The mermaids guided us to the underwater city. But there was a point partway in that they refused to progress past--they were scared.

Oz: …I can sense Arthur. As well as the dragon and Balthazar…

Akira: …

And then, before I could say anything, the faint outline of a door drew itself in front of me.

Mithra: <Arthim>

It opened to Mithra, who had a wicker basket tucked under his arm. I'm pretty sure the basket was for the torta di cocco I'd asked for.

Akira: Mithra…!

Mithra: Sorry to make you wait, Master Sage. Where is Rutile?

Oz: He should be with Arthur and the rest of their group.

Mithra: Oh, can you use your magic right now? If you can't, please vacate the area at your earliest convenience. I'm not going to be protecting you.

Oz: I have no need for you to do so.

Mithra: Hearing you say that is pissing me off…

Oz: … There is no need for you to protect me. But there is still a need for you.

Mithra: …

Oz: We must depart.

Mithra: Hey, hey, say that again. And be a bit more descriptive this time.

Oz: I will not.

Mithra: What did you say? You need me?

Oz: I said nothing of the sort.

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We continued deeper into the undersea city. The elegantly carved pillars and stone paving had once overseen the livelihoods of countless people, but now, they were traversed only by schools of fish. It felt rather strange to see those fish drifting peacefully through what had once been windows, or diving through what had once been roofs. It was beautiful in the way Wonderland must have been when Alice first stepped through the looking-glass. But for me, stepping into Wonderland meant facing the painful reality that awaited me.

Hwylryn: …Akira…

Hwylryn's clear, silver eyes began to glow with happiness once he saw me. But moments later, that innocent expression of his darkened; it was a place where light couldn't reach for long, much like the bottom of the ocean. It was as if…he'd heard me say goodbye before I had a chance to say it.

Akira: …Ah…

I felt pinned in place as I stood there, Mithra's basket under my arm, saying nothing. I saw my wizards, covered in wounds. All of them were in tatters. Cain and Rutile's wounds looked especially bad. Shylock and Arthur…and even Murr were riddled with injuries. They all looked like they were on the verge of breaking down. Even Owen had a few cuts here and there.

Owen: …Master Sage…

Next to Hwylryn was a man's head with a red coral necklace hovering where his shoulders should have been. The head was inside of what looked like a big bubble of glass. I was staring at a severed head, but for some reason, I didn't feel any fear or unease. He had brown hair that should've dusted the tops of his shoulders, and deep blue eyes… It felt somehow like seeing anyone else's face reflected back at me in a mirror. Maybe it was because his glossy skin was completely unblemished, unhurt, and he could still blink at me.

Akira: (That must be Balthazar…) (The wizard that sank Adams Island…)

Mithra: …

Mithra's face stiffened as he looked at Rutile's limp form, drifting through the water. But he didn't panic or yell. He simply quietly, calmly, took Rutile into his arms. He brushed Rutile's golden bangs aside, his hair floating through the water. Mithra closed his vibrantly green eyes.

Rutile: …Mithra…

Mithra: You're truly such a fool. It should be obvious that being underwater is going to be much more dangerous than remaining on land. Why did you come down here?

Mithra's words were harsh, but the tone of his voice was gentle, as if he were lulling Rutile to sleep.

Rutile: I'm sorry…

Rutile's voice was just an apologetic whisper. Owen turned his back to them and then spoke.

Owen: Don't act like he was being useless. You sure weren't here helping out.

Cain: …Owen…

Owen: Same goes for you, Sir Knight. Mithra, open one of your doors. Send Rutile and Sir Knight back to land.

Cain: Wait, I can still…

Owen: Shut up. There's nothing else you can do after this.

Cain: …

Owen: … …You did well.

Cain: Huh…?

Owen: Hurry up, Mithra.

Mithra: Understood. <Arthim>

Mithra recited his spell, and another door drew itself in the empty space before us. The world on the other side was kind of blurry, but an endless river of seawater started gushing out on that side of the door.

Shylock: Cain. Please take care of Rutile.

Cain: …What about the rest of you…?

Shylock: I, for one, would most certainly like to leave as soon as possible, but I imagine that'll be impossible for the time being.

Murr: It's impossible to know if we'll be able to disappear into the crowd or not.

Balthazar: Of course you can't.

Oz: Arthur. You must also step across the threshold.

Arthur: I don't want to…

Oz: You must withdraw from here.

Arthur: I don't want to! I'm not saying that because I want to make a name for myself as a hero, or anything like that!

Arthur's voice was low, but his gaze was sincere as he made his appeal.

Arthur: If I withdraw, then…there won't be anyone left to protect you, Lord Oz.

Oz: But…

Balthazar: I will not allow that one to withdraw from here. He claimed to be your disciple. Before I turn you to stone, I will make you watch as I eat his.

Oz: …

Oz glared at Balthazar. Before stepping through the door, Cain grabbed Arthur's hand, still supporting Rutile with his other arm.

Cain: …Make sure you come back…

Arthur: Of course. I'll bring everyone else back with me, too.

Their fingertips slowly, reluctantly parted from each other's. The door that crossed through space closed and disappeared. I looked at Hwylryn. Hwylryn looked at me, too. Neither of us moved. His hair, white like seafoam on the waves, danced a drifting, wavering dance through the water. Hwylryn extended an arm and pulled Balthazar towards himself. He drew Balthazar into his arms, maybe to embrace him, maybe to hide all of him including the bubble of glass from our gaze, and then he said something to him.

Hwylryn: Is it okay if I talk to Akira?

Balthazar: Why? So you can betray me?

Hwylryn's eyebrows drew together as he smiled so very, very kindly.

Hwylryn: I won't betray you.

My chest began to ache. The fingers carrying the basket of cake began to tremble.

Hwylryn: Akira, let's go. Let's talk on those stone steps over there. We'll have a nice, unobstructed view from there. If anyone moves, we'll know.

Mithra: I'm coming, too.

Balthazar: I am not waiting for you to finish up your conversation. I'm going to turn Oz to stone.

Hwylryn: No, you aren't. Oz is about as strong as I am, you know? The guy standing there with the red and yellow eyes is stronger than you are, Balthazar.

Owen: …

Hwylryn: Just wait until we're done talking. You guys are fine with that too, right? I won't hurt a hair on Akira's head.

Arthur: … Understood. I trust you.

Hwylryn: Thank you.

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Heathcliff: …Gasp…!

Shino: Are you okay, Heath?!

Heathcliff: Yeah! Thank you, Vespa! We're gonna fly the rest of the way to the castle on our brooms! We'll be safe there!

Vespa: …

Heathcliff: Ah… This isn't goodbye, Vespa.

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: I'll definitely come see you again! I can even come tomorrow, or any day at all! Thank you, Vespa!

Shino: Thank you!

Vespa: …! …!

Lennox: …This isn't goodbye… Who are we parting with…?

Faust: A mermaid that was a great help to us. …They aren't saying goodbye to you. Don't worry.

Lennox: …

Faust: I'm not going to up and vanish on you without a word.

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Figaro: …Sounds like things are calming down outside the castle. The local lord went out and said her piece, so I guess that's what calmed them down…? Hard to believe they'd do that after hearing that the wizard that sank Adams Island might be aiming at this one too instead of getting all freaked out about it. Everyone who lives here must love this island. They want to protect their home. … …I should have enough…of the cintamani stone's antidote now… Now I just have to figure out how I can make him drink it… It's almost dawn… … Lord Snow… Please wake up. Pull yourself from that cramped frame with your magic, like you always do… … …Trees, mountains, the ocean, even my homeland changed their forms and disappeared… The two of you are the only other wizards to have lived for as long a time as I have. Lord Snow… Lord White…

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Snow: Dearest White. Hmm? Dearest White~? Where have you gotten yourself off to, my dearest, darlingest Whiiiite? … No answer… White! White…!

White: Ohoho. I'm here, I'm right here.

Snow: Oh! What were you doing?

White: I was watching the sky to the east. We should be seeing Figaro soon.

Snow: Riding atop his broom, I imagine. We did foretell that that settlement wouldn't last.

White: He's always been fond of humans, he has. He wants to live alongside them.

Snow: He keeps settling down in one settlement after another, living with them, and when it doesn't go well, he comes back to us. He must be tired of it by now.

White: Such is the nature of things. Living alone as Oz does is too lonely for him.

Snow: What a good thing it is that there's two of us.

White: Indeed. What a good thing it is that there's two of us.

Snow: I hope we'll still be together when we turn to stone. I would be lonely dying without you, White.

White: I feel the same. I'd be terribly lonely without you, Snow. I have never wanted to live alone even for a moment.

Snow: Neither have I.

White: Truly?

Snow: Truly. Hm…? Is this a dream?

White: …

Snow: Are you seeing the same dream, White?

White: …

Snow: Please, answer me. Hey, White… …White…! …It'll be okay… …It's just fine… Just like that fateful day, I… …I'll definitely bring you back to me… I'll never let you leave my side… So wait for me, White!

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Figaro: … …No matter how I call to him, I'm not seeing any reaction… …It's a bit primitive, but…I wonder if…smacking the frame…would work… …

Painting Snow: …

Figaro: Lord Snow…!

Painting Snow: …gh…uu… <No…> <Noscomnia>

Figaro: Lord Snow…!

Snow: ….Hoho… …I can…hear your voice…

Figaro: Don't speak too much. Just drink this medicine.

Snow: …Gulp… Gulp, gulp…

Figaro: …

Snow: …Ohoho… I heard a…terrible, privileged voice… …So I came out to greet it…

Figaro: …Always with the comebacks…

Snow: …Worry not…dearest Figaro… As soon as my magic returns to me… …I'll bring White back… I will…

Figaro: …I know you will.

Next Chapter

[sparklesfromtheashes]

An Archmage's Solace

Wow, I haven't uploaded anything in so long, but I finally have been getting some inspiration to pick writing and drawing back up thanks to my newest favorite game, Lovebrush Chronicles!

So here's a drabble with one of the characters that I love.

Warnings: contains spoilers for main story (Godheim ''The Legend'' route)!

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Nothing. There's nothing around him other than endless darkness and barely visible stars. In a place where time doesn't flow, nor can a single sound be heard, the Archmage finds himself floating, with nothing but his own self to keep him company.

That's why he uses his magic to create an illusion, of vast fields and maple trees, where the red and orange leaves dance gently in the wind. At least, this way, his eternal loneliness is a bit more tolerable. But when he watches MC through the small water mirror he was somehow able to create, his chest aches, his heart yearning for them. Their touch, their warmth...their love.

He knows that had he asked, the young painter would have gladly jumped into the spatio-temporal gap with him. That's why he told them that all he wanted was for them to stay safe and keep smiling, chasing after one of the many bright and happy futures they could have.

All that matters is their happiness. As long as they are smiling, even if far away from him, he is satisfied. Or at least, that's what he tells himself as he watches over them, ignoring the pang in his chest and how his throat feels like it's in a tight knot. He was never meant to fall in love with them in the first place, so why does his heart yearn for them so? Why does he wish he were the one making them smile this badly? If only they had met in different circumstances...

"...a!" 

...Then maybe the two of them could have spent more time together, gotten to know each other better...

"....pa!" 

...They could have gone on outings around a bright, colorful Godheim...

"...apa!" 

...And he wouldn't be all alone in this dark place, where all he has is his own mind and magic, which he uses to protect himself from the cold, eternal darkness- 

"Papa!" 

Clarence is startled awake, his eyes wide open and a gasp leaving his lips, his breath heavy. After a moment, while his breathing turns steady,  he starts looking around and taking in the scene around him, his mind finally processing the soft sheets and mattress under his body, his blurred vision slowly focusing, making him able to see the walls, the night stand made of wood, the rays of sunlight shining through the gaps between the softly flowing curtains... ...And two pairs of big eyes filled with worry, one pair being the same blue as his own, while the other reminds him of MC's. A small hand touches his cheek.

"Why are you crying, Papa...?" 

The little girl who inherited his eyes asks, her hair resembling MC's, and only now the Archmage realizes his cheeks are wet with tears. He opens his mouth, about to say something, when a familiar voice reaches his ears. 

"Your papa just had a nightmare, sweethearts." 

Clarence looks at the doorway, and his breath hitches, seeing MC standing right there, a soft, sad smile on their face. And then it hits him. That's right, MC came for him and took him out of the spatio-temporal gap.  Since then, they have been traveling through different worlds, until they decided to settle down and... Hurried footsteps bring the mage back to reality, and he barely catches a glimpse of the two kids running out of the room, making him frown. A soft giggle by his side catches his attention, and he turns his head to see MC there. When did they get this close?

"They went to grab some things they think will help you feel better." 

MC explains with a soft smile, grabbing a handkerchief before sitting down on the bed, gently wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead.

" ...you are okay, Clarence." 

They whisper, voice full of worry amd tenderness. 

"You are not alone in that dark place anymore..." 

They put the handkerchief aside, before leaning close to rest their forehead on his, their warm hand cupping the man's pale cheek.

"I am right here." 

Clarence's lips are parted as he takes in their words, letting it all sink in before his body relaxes, his eyes closing for a moment, body leaning into the affectionate touch, before he smiles, opening his eyes to look into MC's, his hand keeping theirs in place.

"You are right. You are here, and we are okay." 

He says, causing MC's smile to broaden, bringing a familiar warmth to his chest. MC leans closer, their eyes closing slowly- 

"I brought it!" 

"A-Amelia, don't run!" 

High pitched voices exclaim, hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor, making MC quickly jump back, a blush on their cheeks. The sight makes Clarence laugh, despite the heat he could feel rising to his own cheeks. And when the Archmage sees his daughter running in, her eyes sparkling while she carries a music box in her hands, where two dolls can be seen dancing under glowing stars, one with blonde hair and green eyes, and the other with long brown hair and amber eyes, followed by his son, holding his favorite stuffed animal, a lion with a crown and formal clothes, he knows for sure. That he's never going to be alone again.

[feathersandfarmers]

Also, What is Kipper Tweedy’s relationship with her aunt is like in between the first Chicken Run and it’s sequel Dawn Of The Nugget?

hmm...I haven't given it too much thought since it's a bit hard for me to see how Kip could fit into the sequel with it making sense. So for now I have limited ideas! but I can jot down a few loose ideas I have in mind:

I feel Kip would love her aunt no matter what....but things would have gotten a little more complicated between the two since life had changed so much. Since Kip would be roughly about 16 in the events of the second movie, I feel she'd be able to stand up to Mrs Tweedy a lot better and defend herself (meaning she'd talk back if she felt her aunt crossed a boundary.).

Perhaps, since Kip has always been "different", we'd see Mrs. Tweedy make occasion snide remarks about how her niece has never grown out of her weirdness....maybe even some passive-aggressive comments whenever Kip mentions her Uncle Willard.

This one's pretty tragic, but since Kip's aunt and uncle are no longer together (and probably divorced after the events of the first film)Kip, who'd have been around 10, would have been devastated about this news. She felt the three of them wouldn't be a family anymore, and it caused her to be quite depressed for a while to deal with all the changes. (I'm actually thinking about making a drawing or short comic about Ginger comforting Kip about this) Maybe it would still make her sad no matter how old she got, but she'd just learn to live with the pain as she grows. (this one pains me because I went through this, and I don't want to hurt Kipper so badly)

Another idea is that Willard Tweedy would turn the farm into an apple orchard! He'd grow apple trees all across his land, and have people come and pick apples in the fall. Kip would help her uncle run the business: she'd give rides on the haywagon to children, make posters to advertise their business (Kip is a great artist), take care of the trees, greet guests, and hand out buckets for them to put their apples in, etc. So when she's not at Chikin Island, or with her aunt, she'll be helping out at the apple orchid.

I have a rough idea that Mrs.Tweedy would try and get Kip to help out with the new nuggets business in some ways, and Kip, wanting to save the chickens, would act as a double agent. (I'm just not sure how). I'd certainly want Kip to do something heroic in the sequel..maybe an arc where she's too scared to drive at the beginning of the movie, and she tells the chickens how she failed her driving test again,...then maybe she's the one to bravely drive the truck out of the factory, off the draw-bridge and back to safety? not sure

anyway, these are all very rough ideas that I'm not even sure i want to commit to. The Chicken Run movies are already so good that i don't want to change them with my character, so this is just for fun! (lemme be cringe in peace) If i ever get more ideas, i'd like to write them on this here blog!

[radioheadyaoi]

RELEASE THE AUGUST CUT!!!! (tbhc doc)

OKAY SO the document has some incredibly embarrassing notes and ideas + its linked to my email with my full name so i'm not gonna share a link to it BUT here are some screenshots from it + pictures and stuff

re-reading some of these, i have no idea what the fuck i was talking about

i have no idea when these photos are from but they are sooooo tbhc the frontman #To Me

i liked the idea of the frontman coming with his band to the moon and being the in-house lounge band, (hence part one being "lounge singer shimmer") and playing there for a while. the part in star treatment about being a little too wild in the 70s, i think, could be imagined as the frontman is now a little past his peak - or at least, this is how the public/audience sees him. which i say because i think that a lot what builds up the character is the perception of how they are viewed by the people who consume the product, in this case, the art and the singer. i was reading annotations of tbhc songs on genius.com and i found this one for the lyric "maybe i was a little too wild in the 70s" that i wanted to use a bit as a background for the character: Alex Turner himself could never have been too wild in the 1970s; he was born in 1986. As such, here he is most likely playing the role of an aging rock star whose career peaked in the 70s and is now forced to get by as the resident singer at the futuristic Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino on the moon. This narrator crops up a number times across the record and is used to draw parallels between his form of isolation and that of Turner.

i didn't want to see it as "forced" to take the job as the lounge singer, but instead as a way to seperate from earth, and who the singer was in the 70s - too wild. to be able to become a more refined artist (for lack of a better word). it might've been a post from you, or from a mutual or something, that talked about how alex turner will sing about the melacholia of achiving your dreams and the sadness that can come with that. i can't find the post but i do think this idea is very interesting, and can lend into the characterization of the frontman, and what drives his emotions. genius says this about star treatment: Turner personifies a washed up lead of the fictional band The Martini Police, and crafts a rich metaphor for how idolized celebrities are never seen except from a distance, similar to the light of a star. i think that the frontman should feel very disconnected to the people around him, less so to his band, but especially the guests at the hotel. just like how the monkeys went from am to tbhc, i wanted to add that a bit to the plot. the frontman, now sliding away from the 70s persona he had, wants to branch out and try something new. but sex sells! even though he no longer wants to be that guy, or play that role, he still wants to make something people will love. so its a bit about deciding to just do your own thing and create the art that you want to create without the worry of what the consumers will think. art, not a product.

i hope this makes sense. please tell me to shut up if it doesn't.

i also wanted to play a bit into the idea of double lives, and personas and playing character, although i haven't quite worked that out yet fully. that's why i called part seven i think it was??? "i suppose a singer must die." i also considered using "what a death i died."

i think also themes from the car can also be pulled into this, because i think, more than any other two am albums, the car and tbhc are a little connected. with mr schwartz and how he, the actor mr schwartz, is connected very much to the people working on the set, who help him get into character. big ideas with coming up with something new and being excited about it. "your horrible new sound" lyric in sculptures of anything goes. the lyric about keeping on the costume to use as a writing tool in body paint. themes of being a performer rather than being a lover and being in love. but idk man, maybe this makes no sense at all. but the car and tbhc are sister albums To Me because they are my two favourite am albums and they will always be loved by me. ALSO pretty visitors and the look into fame at such a young age. also the dream synopsis and the bourne identity by tlsp.

i also thought a bit about how the hotel might look. the taquería - "the information action ratio", a lounge, obviously, where they will perform, a pool, a spa, all that stuff. so its most like a resort than a hotel. and i thought the line "everybody's on a barge /floating down the endless stream of great tv" and the idea of giving the hotel a little movie theater called "the barge" as a little nod to the lyric. visually, 2001: a space odyssey is, of course, a huge inspiration in terms of looks. i don't know if you've seen 2001 but there's this spot on a space station where its all very white and blank except for massive, bright red chairs. i like the idea of decor like that, maybe even a spot just like that, to pay homage to the film. i think also "retro realism" is a good jumping point. how people from 50 years ago imagined what the future would be like. blade runner, that sort of thing.

i think also "retro realism" is a good jumping point. how people from 50 years ago imagined what the future would be like. blade runner, that sort of thing. 1950s astropunk. taking inspiration from older science fiction movies rather than newer ones. also vintage interiors and hotels that look like the one in the shining.

i did also think about the idea of leaning more into a horror, like psychological, but i think it should be more of a study in character. a tbhc horror film would still be cool though.

so yeah. idk if any of this makes sense and maybe i'm off my rocker and don't understand the album at all. but it's a little fun to think about.

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Fandom Homework

Idea by @razielim, I like the idea of sitting down and talking about the stuff I want to be working on! Mostly pretty rambly here, so I'll put it all beneath a cut:

It's all gonna be about the WIPs, baby! I think the thing that comes to mind most on 'boy I wish I could finish this' is actually the fallout AU I have for Assassin's Creed. ShaunDes, of course, but I think the ultimate plan was to try for OT3 with Clay on this one. I've never done it, but I get a lot of comments for that on my other fics and I think it would be interesting in this setting if I can make it work. I think the current plan for this one is more a sort of main 'how the group got together' vibe (all the moderns) and then snippets/side stories for some of their adventures. I do have an overall plot involving everyone figuring out who they are, secrets coming to light, etc. I just gotta get it all written is all.

Second is obviously to finish my in progress titanfall fic, which I usually just refer to as Weary, lol. While I've never once really felt pressured that updates are few and far between by comments on AO3, I sometimes regret posting it before it was finished. I never post WIPs as they're worked on because I am the slowest writer - once I get going, I can write pretty fast, it's just the getting started that trips me up. That, and i end up writing a lot of stuff that it turns out, it's not time for, or it's just not right for the story. I think I'm at like, over 15k words discarded for this fic overall, some of which has been repurposed/used already (just later than when it was originally written), but most of which has not. (Yet; I know at least two bits are just too early).

Third is a fic that is almost 10 years old and unfinished. It's only been posted up to chapter 10 on the assassin's creed kinkmeme, the last chapter of which was posted in 2016. It's almost complete, actually, sitting at just under 55.5k words, but I can't quite pin down the ending. Then it needs to be edited. Insert sad-cowboy emoji.

I'd really like to revisit my old DS9 stuff. I never published any of it on AO3 - in fact, I can't even remember if I've published any of it anywhere. It's some of the earliest stuff I've written, and it's pretty rough by my standards, but it's still something I'd like to get some time into and whip up into something readable at some point.

I want to learn how to draw transformers! I've wanted to for a while, but I recently watched Transformers One and it was gorgeous. There's a lot of different styles for the whole franchise, but I like that one a lot. That and Transformers Prime, which I haven't seen yet, lol. I'm a pretty recent fan, to be honest, but me and a friend have spent a lot of time making transformers OCs that I'd love to be able to draw just for fun. (It's the only reason I play Forza Horizon 5 at all, is to make the car forms for those that can be made in that game.)

I'd love to get works written for a few fandoms I've been into for a while, but never written for. Stuff like Dishonored, Legacy of Kain/Soul Reaver, Inception or even Dragon Age. Mostly based on vibes rather than concrete ideas (except for dishonored, which I have exactly one (1) idea that could be used for fic), but still. It's something I'd like to do.

Oh! I need to finish and edit the FFXV fic I have in progress! It could be considered complete enough, to be honest, but it feels incomplete to me for some reason. I wrote up to a certain point, then lost all steam. It's set post Episode Ignis alternate ending, a really, really cute and sweet fic.

I think one thing I'd like to do is maybe just post a collection on AO3 of my WIPs. I don't think of anything I've written as abandoned, even if it's been years since I looked at them, but I also do think some of it was pretty good! I don't know how readers feel about this, though.

I'd like to get more Deus Ex fic written, too. I had a few things perk my interested for kinktober but October was mostly a really shit month for me, so I got no writing done at all. I definitely don't mind using those prompts late or anything, but I still haven't got any creative juice for writing right now, so they're just sitting there, waiting for their time.

I've also had a few ideas that I think I might never write but maybe folks might be interested in hearing about or adopting themselves? Like prompts, maybe. Adoptable fic ideas. Mostly it's stuff I'd love to read but not research to write myself, but that feels a little selfish, lol. But I also just think they're fun to talk about and gush over even if they never actually get written.

I think this was nice to sit down and write out. I don't post very much about myself or my work, but I've enjoyed seeing people talk about things they'd like to get done or things they have in progress and thought I'd share. I'm wishing you all well and hoping you all have something creative you'd like to look forward to doing as well! <3