#I feel like there's a way we could do it so that the timelapse of the drawing shows the seasons gradually changing

[thethingything]

so I think we just figured out what the Big Drawing for next year is gonna be and this should be interesting.

we're thinking about doing a drawing where it changes throughout the seasons. like for the first few months it would be a winter scene, then we'd export that version, then slowly turn it into a spring scene, export that, summer scene, export, and so on, and also do a timelapse of the drawing process that we can post at the end? it'd be the same scene for the whole thing, but just gradually changing through the seasons.

I think we'd have to do a better job of actually keeping up with it for it to work properly the way I'm envisioning it, but I think it'd be really interesting to work on

[thepersonnamedsam]

helloo, just wondering if I could request an imagine for gen z driver and everything that happened last weekend in Qatar! How the heat affected her, and maybe something dramatic and how the other drivers, fans and teams maybe worried about her, thank u sm<3

a random day in my life in f1

pairing: the genz!driver x 23!grid

summary: a vlog about our beloved genz!drivers day in the paddock

word count: 2k

warnings: none

note: merry christmas and a happy new year!

thanks for staying with me this year and into the new one :)

it’s not exactly like you asked and i’m sorry for that… but this has been sitting in my drafts for sooo long, and i just had to like give it some meaning…

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The vlogging camera was always secured somewhere in her bags, but she almost never used it. Being overwhelmed fast by all of the other cameras, she didn’t want to create herself more anxiety. But today was different.

„Hi guys!“ Her face appeared on the screen. Much too close, you could almost see her pimples she got from her sweaty balaclava.

The camera swayed and the paddock was shown. „We‘re here in Qatar, it’s beautiful. It is-“, the video switched to her watch „-2pm on a Thursday, that means Free Practice!“

Light music played in the background of the video, but you could still hear the busy paddock. People talking and walking in the background. Sometimes there would even be shouting, but y/n didn’t care, she just smiled into the camera.

„I’ll take you with me through my day! Are you excited? I bet you are“, she smiled. „Uhm, Qatar is a night race, as many of you probably know… but FP1 is still in daylight, which I’m glad, because I can actually see the track and not just feel it-“, she gestures the curves of the track with her hand „-you know? Yea…“, she mumbles the last part.

The video switches to a different setting. y/n now standing inside of her garage: „I have to be careful what I show here, it’s like Hippa in hospitals“, she laughs, „with privacy and all, we don’t want the other teams to know what strategies we’ve been working on.“

„But that’s my car“, she points to the newly polished F1 car, „she got a new look just for this race, can you believe it?“ The camera sways around the car to show off the new design.

„It’s really hot here, make sure to drink enough guys!“ An animation of a glass being filled with water appeared on the screen. „If it works, you should see some water right now“, the young driver grins.

The view changes again, this time to her watch: „We have 3.30pm, it’s time for me to warm up, but I’m actually already very hot, so maybe my trainer will let me off?“ She looks expectantly at her trainer, who only shakes his head no. „Aww man, worth a shot though.“

She placed the camera on the ground to film her warmup. The timelapse shows how she starts to lightly jog on the place. Her trainer starts to throw tennis balls at her. You couldn’t hear it in the video, but he shouts with which hand she has to catch the ball.

The music was catchy and in best with her rope jumping. y/n face was red and she was sweating extremely. She was puffing and breathing heavily. In this humid weather, even inside the cooling garage, it was hard to train. How would she survive in an already 40° hot car, for over 50 laps?

The music stops, so does the timelapse. You can see y/n breathing loud as she laid on the floor. Her head turned towards the camera and she smiles lightly. „Phew, never doing that again“, she laughs.

The video changes again, as y/n walks down the paddock to visit some of her friends: „I’m on my way to the McLaren hospitality. Lando and I have that tradition for Free Practice. We always get a smoothie before, so we don’t have to drink some weird protein shake.“

The view sways around and you can see the bright orange from McLaren. You could hear Lando before he was even in the video. His laugh loud and prominent. „Hi y/n‘s fans!“, he waves into the camera.

„This is Lando Norris, if you didn’t know. He drives for McLaren!“, she explains to her viewers. „I hope they know who I am…“, Lando pouts. She shushes him and giggles.

„What smoothie are you gonna get?“, she asks Lando. „McLaren hospitality has the best smoothies, I swear. Mine doesn’t even have smoothies, can you believe that?“

„Uhm, I think I’ll get the green one, I don’t want to hear anything from Jon, so that’s the only safe option“, he sighs. y/n grimaces, as the green smoothie tastes the worst.

„I think I want the red one, the one with the dragonfruit in it, so I can fly through this Free Practice like a dragon“, she laughs.

Lando rolls his eyes but still has to laugh at her shitty joke. „That was such a bad joke.“ - „But you love me anyway“, y/n grins.

You see y/n full on sweaty and with a red head. „Free Practice is done, it was hot, like really hot, Imma hop into my ice bath for a second and yea. I’ll probably go to the Hotel after to cool down, so I’m fully prepared for Qualifying.“

A shot of the pink rubber duck floating in the ice bath was shown. The duck was flipped and it showed the temperature of the water. 8°C. Perfect for a hot day like this.

„Ohh, I’m almost vaporising“, y/n laughs as she submerges in the water. „My skin is so hot and the water so cold, it’s like I’m the hot metal they put into water, I love this videos, I binge watch them before I go to sleep“, she confesses.

„Anyway, have you seen my pink ducky? I got it from Carlos! I was jealous of his, so he bought me my own temperature duck, isn’t that sweet?“

The next shot was y/n in her hotel room. She was laying in her bed, scrolling through her phone and occasionally laughing. The view was amazing, the sun was setting and you could see so much of Qatar.

„Good morning! It’s Friday then, it’s Saturday, Sunday, what?“

„Welcome“, she laughs, „I’m eating breakfast together with Max, say hi Max!“, Max waves into the camera. „I’m eating Avocado Toast with some Salmon - good fats for my body and Max is eating, actually, what are you eating Max?“

The view changes to Max‘ plate. There was a mix of different things, like some roaster potatoes and beans and some weird, almost wool like thing on his plate. „It’s potatoes, beans and some sauerkraut“, he explains. „What? Sauerkraut?“ - „Yea, I don’t know, apparently it’s good for your body.“

y/n makes a face of disgust and the screen goes black for a second.

„Okay, Q1 and Q2 are finished, got stuck in Q2, but I’m glad I don’t have to start in Q3 honestly, I can focus on the Sprint Shootout later. It’s hot in the car, hotter than usual.“

The scene changes, again to y/n laying exhausted on the floor. From the side you can see Oscar creeping up with a big glass of water. The moment the water hits y/n‘s skin, she’s up and about chasing the rookie.

„Oscar!“ And she sprints out of the view. The screen goes black and then you can see Oscar’s wet hair and two smiley young drivers. „She dumped me“, he huffs. „Into the water“, she says for clarification.

„It’s race day!“, she screams into the camera. „Well sprint day“, she says less excited. „I hate driving in these conditions. It’s way too hot, I’d rather drive on ice than this.“

The scenery changes again, cars driving around the parking lot. „I came here with Charles and Carlos, we’re staying at the same hotel and to save our carbon footprint, with all the excessive driving we do anyway, we thought we carpooled.“

You can see Charles driving and Carlos sitting in the passenger seat. „They wouldn’t let me drive, even though I’m an F1 driver“, she sighs. You can hear Carlos laugh and say: „Have you seen your driving style on the street? No way I would sit in that car.“

The young woman shakes her head and tuts. „You wouldn’t understand“, she whispered into the camera. Charles laughs.

„You know, for you being Australian, you’re still very sweaty.“ - „What? I’m not sweaty, that’s my natural glow“, Daniel laughs. „Natural for sure“, she mumbles.

„What even are you doing? You’ve been walking around with that thing for the past three days“, Danny asks. „I’m vlogging!“ - „You’re what?“, he asks confused. „You’re old, that’s what you are. It’s like blogging but with a video, so it’s vlogging“, she explains with a sigh. The older out of the two just makes an ‚oh‘ sound and laughs.

„I wanted to make a ‚a random day in my life in f1‘ video but it turned out to be a ‚a random four days in my life in f1‘ video.“

Fernando looks confused at y/n. „What?“, he blinks at her. „You know, it should’ve been a video about one day, now it’s about the whole race week“, she explains. „Ahh, okay“, Fernando answers, still unsure what the younger driver tries to explain him. „You wanna say hi?“, she asks him.

„Hi“, he replies. Fernando was not yet in view, but you could hear him. „Into the camera, Nando. You know how this works, you’ve done press and TikTok!“

„Hi“, he says again, this time Fernandos forehead was in excellent view. You could hear y/n‘s giggles as he took the camera out of her hand. „This is for my wife, Taylor, who’s cheating with another athlete!“

The camera was set down and Fernando stood up. „What are you doing?“, y/n‘s giggles continued. „Play Cardigan by Taylor Swift please“, he whisper shouts. As soon as the music begins, Fernando dances and sings to it.

„This is me before the sprint“, y/n looks into the camera and holds up a piece sign, „And this is me after the sprint.“ Face red and puffy. „Athletes sweat, I‘m a real athlete“, she quotes Daniel.

The camera sways to Oscar, who won his first race/sprint. „How do you feel, Mr. Piastri?“ - „I’m hot and sweaty, I wanna drown myself in an iceberg or something.“

„Yea same“, she huffs. „Listen, this race is exhausting. We drive in an unnormal heat, alone in the car it’s 40°C when the outside temperature is like 20°C. But the outside temperature here is already like 40°C, imagine what it’s like inside our cars.

This is for the FIA: I lost like 7kg this sprint race alone, just from sweating. What about you, Os?“ - „I don’t know if I want to say anything to the FIA“, he says lowly. „Ahh, they won’t see that anyway“, she reassures him. „I lost like eight pounds, maybe?“ - „How much is that in kilograms?“, she asks him slowly. He laughs and says: „Maybe 3.5kg.“

„Mr. Verstappen how many kilograms did you lose today?“, she shouts over the paddock. Max halts and turns around to face the camera that was shoved in his face.

„The scale says five, why? How much did you lose?“ - „Seven! Can you believe that?“

„This race really is torture, and we only raced, what, 16 laps? I don’t know.“ - „Can’t wait for tomorrow“, Lando sighs.

The screen goes black for a second again, before the same music started from her warm up at Free Practice. The timelapse begins again and you can see y/n sweating.

Occasionally she sits down to have a sip of water, but her trainer gets her up again. Her face appears wide in front of the camera and she starts to sing the lyrics as the music fades.

„Race day, baby, hoping for a good result today! I feel it in my sweat that I’ve been losing over the past few days“, she jokes.

She gets filmed as she gets into her car, it’s being rolled out of the garage and she makes the shaka with both her hands.

We get a few scenes as she drives past the start line and as she crosses the finish line, the radio messages was overlaid on the video.

„That is P4, baby!“, her race engineer shouted. „Yes! C‘mon! I almost fainted the last three laps, but totally worth it!“

You can see the podium being filmed from the ground. Max won, of course but; „Oscar and Lando! Woohoo! P2 and P3 for my Papaya Boys“, she screams as the McLaren drivers received their trophy.

The video ends with y/n sneaking into the room where they celebrated their podium in private. They were all exhausted.

„You reek of sweat and champagne“, y/n says from behind the camera. All three laugh and Max throws his towel at her camera. The screen goes black.

Comments 3.2K

user i- what was this?

user2 love, love, LOVE the smoothie tradition

user3 qatar should be banned from the schedule

user4 what do you mean, you almost fainted on the last 3 laps? what is going on?

user5 i heard lance almost fainted too

user6 this is cruel, but also love the content

user7 I WANT TO CRADLE HER AND TELL HER EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND THAT SHE CAN TAKE AN ICY SHOWER

user8 kimi would’ve walked straight to his yacht

user9 nando’s so right playing cardigan

user10 I KNEW YOU, PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK AND GIVING ME YOUR WEEKENDS!

youtube this was… eventful?

user11 ariana, what are you doing here?

user12 that’s so old

user13 shut up, they’re probably from all the tiktok edits here on yt

user11 what’s tiktok?

user14 love the new content

f1 wowza, y/n is just stealing our job! next stop: y/n hosts grill the grid

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[alexa-fika]

Could I ask for robin and franky kinda adopting a little girl? Like she sits and cuddles Robin whenever Robin is reading. Just loves how silly Franky can be? Just imagine a little kid running up to then when their scared

Relaxation and entertainment( Robin x f!child!reader x Franky)

A/N okay anon im gonna confess, I ‘ve had this ready for a week… maybe more. I just was so ashamed cause I thought it was really bad so I just kind buried under other works but you deserve something even if it’s not the best.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Robin sat in her usual spot, on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Sitting at one of the tables and enjoyed one of the rare peaceful moments they were able to have as she read one of her books.

In her lap sat the youngest of the crew, a darling little girl who was taken in by the crew; she had grown particularly fond of two of the members; however, the one she was currently cuddling with and a certain Cola-loving Cyborg

“Here you go, Robin-chan,” Sanji said, dropping down a drink in front of the archeologist, his usual love-sick look adorning his features

“Thank you, Sanji,” Robin replied, smiling at the blond and putting her book down

“Anything for you, Robin-chan,” he exclaimed, heart filling his eyes until he glanced down at the child in her lap

“Here you go, Dokucha,” he said, placing a similar looking drink in front of her

She beams quickly, grabbing the drink

“Thank you, Sanji-nii!”

“You’re welcome,” Sanji replies, ruffling their hair and waving the pair goodbye as he entered the kitchen once again

“It’s yummy, Robin-nee!”

“I’m glad it’s to your liking,” she says, smiling, her face softening as she looks down at the young child

“I love you, Robin-nee!”

Robin laughs and ruffles her hair gently

“Love you too,” she replies hugging her softly

“Franky-nii!”

Yeahhhhhh?

“Im boreeed”

“Uh oh, sounds like a big job for the SUPERRR Franky!“ he said, turning with them with his usual grin

“So whatcha bored about?”

She giggles at that and shrugs

“Everyone’s busy.”

“Well, if no one is around to entertain you, then it looks like it's up to me! You want to hang out and have some fun?”

“Yeaaah”

“Awesome! I've got a good idea... I know a new cola shop that has the good stuff; we could start there?”

“Wah, really?!”

“Yeah! It just opened, and they have all kinds of cola! They say they have one that's so good it makes your skin feel tingly; wanna try it?”

“Yeah!!”

“SUPERRRR” he exclaimed, throwing the small girl onto his shoulders and making his way out of the ship

“Superrrr,” she parrots, strings of laughs escaping her as she tightened her hold on his neck exited for the bubbly drink.

My first time trying this Format… what do you think? Nay or yay? I could also just write a transition between the two rather than dividing them, I just din’t have any idea how to join them so I wrote two different scenes, originally I had them separated by a divider/timelapse but I thought ‘Might as well try this’

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[the-winter-spider]

Good Guy Part 2 - S. Harrington

Word count: 2k

Warnings: angst, swearing

A/N: Long awaited part 2, I’m sorry it sucks. I just don’t have that spark anymore, feel free to give me any ideas on how this story should go! Not edited or proofread sooo if theres any crazy mistakes be kind lemme know? 😅

MASTERLIST

Part one

—

“Why didnt you say anything?!”

“We, uh didn't know yet” Your voice was quiet, timid. You felt this pit in your stomach, ashamed maybe? Most likely guilt because now you had added on the pile of crap you and your friends had been dealing with for years, you could see the tiredness in their eyes. You wanted maybe even needed to tell them not to worry about you, to focus on saving Max. But you couldn't find your voice with the way he was looking at you.

Steve ran his fingers through his hair, he was kneeled down in front of you, he was so close his hands on your knees, squeezing gently, you could almost see water threatening to spill over his lash line “It's been 2 hours since we found out” his voice was softer now “Why?”

You shrugged “It's easier to save one of us instead of both”

Steve blinked his eyes going wide “Were you just not going to say anything until it was too late?”

You sighed “I dont know”

He scoffed, his heart shattering, his mood shifting from how nonchalant you were being, he couldn’t believe you would be so reckless, so selfish. He pushed himself off the ground laughing “You don't know” he tossed his head back, he spun around looking at everyone else in the room “She doesn’t know! That's just great, so great, she wasn’t going tell me” He paused briefly “She wasn’t going to tell us that she was cursed” He placed his hands on his hips, moving to look at the ceiling to stop his tears from spilling over “This day just keeps getting better and better”

Nancy took a step forward, her voice soft, her eyes softer “Why?”

You dragged your eyes away from Steve to meet hers, your vision blurring “How many times can I truly escape death” Your memory playing like a timelapse of all of the close calls, from the first time in 83’ when the demogorgon had you pinned to the ground his claws dragging across your stomach, if it wasn’t for Steve that would have been it. To the second time in 84’ at the junkyard when you were too focused on the demodogs in front of you forgot about the possibility that there could be some behind you, which of course happened and of course again if it wasn’t for Steve who knows what could have happened. And to the most recent one of 85’ the summer that this thing between Steve and you finally happened, god you didn't even need to be saved that summer because he was already always there protecting you just in case you got reckless which you always did. “Third times the charm right?” you gave a shadow of a smile trying to make a really bad joke to lift even the tiniest bit of weight off of the room.

“You have got to be shitting me” Steve through his hands up stomping towards the basement door “I need some fucking air” he grumbled before slamming the door shut behind him.

As Steve slammed the door shut, everyone in the room was left speechless and stunned. The room went silent, only the sound of Steve stomping upstairs and the sound of the screen door closing a few seconds later pierced the air. The room was thick with tension, and everyone was exchanging looks, unsure of what to say or do next.

Nancy was the first to break the silence, her voice soft, but filled with anger.

“What the hell, Y/n?”

“Im sorry, i just….” You paused not knowing what to say, all eyes on you. The room now felt heavy, like it was closing in on you, you pushed off the couch, pushing past everyone and making your way out the basements side door. You needed fresh air. You could longer breath in there.

As you pushed past everyone and headed outside, Robin, Nancy, and Max followed after you. You were walking quickly, moving your legs as fast as you could, trying to put as much distance between you and everyone else. You could feel their footsteps behind you, their eyes on your back, and the tension that still hung in the air.

Finally, you stopped and turned to face them, your breath ragged and heavy. They stood there in silence for a few seconds, waiting for you to say something.

The fresh air filled your lungs, you took a deep breath. Hands still shaking “So how does this change the plan?” you sighed

Your friends exchanged glances, clearly surprised by your response. They were expecting you to break down or apologize, but instead, you were still as calm as ever.

It was Max who spoke up first, her voice soft but firm.

"Change the plan? Seriously, that's what you're Focusing on right now? What about the fact that you could die”

You ran your fingers through your hair “Yeah, but so could you! You’re young, you have more to live for, we focus on you first”

Max's eyebrows furrowed, and she took a step forward, her expression laced with anger.

"What do you mean 'more’ to live for'? Do you think your life means less? Do you realize what you sound like right now?“

“A self sacrificial asshole?” You smiled lightly trying to break the tension “You have people who love you Max, who need you” You gestured to Lucas who was inside with Dustin, giving you girls a minute.

Max's anger softened slightly, but her voice was still firm. "And what about the people who love you? Do you think we want to lose you? Do you honestly think we'd be better off without you?“

“One less problem, one less life to worry about” you shrug “Ill be okay if i know your okay”

You slightly leaned on your left foot, your eyes looking between Robin, Nancy and Dustin, you cleared your throat “Someone should go check on Steve, we need to stick together right now”

Nancy nodded, her expression solemn "I'll go talk to him"

She glanced at the others, silently giving them a look that said "stay here. I'll handle this" before heading off to find Steve.

“We should head back inside to talk about this” Robin suggested, gesturing to the situation, your situation.

Max reluctantly nodded, her expression still laced with concern as the group made their way back inside, heading back down the stairs toward the basement.

—-

Nancy found Steve sitting in his car on the street, his head in his hands. She knocked politely on the window before getting in “You okay?”

Nancy nodded, full understanding the situation that was at hand, the one that escalated from just Max being cursed but now you to “She should’ve said something sooner, i get that but we didn’t full understand what the symptoms were till last night Steve, with everything going on im sure her headaches and nightmares seemed normal given the circumstances” Nancy tried to reason with Steves anger towards you

Steve let out a frustrated huff, his hands moving up to run through his hair, pulling on the ends slightly in frustration. "That's just it, Nancy. I thought her being on edge and having headaches was normal too, but I should've known better. I should've been more observant, more attentive. I should have noticed something was wrong even before all this Vecna crap!” He paused taking a deep breath, his voice cracking “I’m with her everyday, I should’ve noticed something was wrong, maybe I could have helped her, no I know I could have helped her and maybe she wouldn’t be a target”

Nancy nodded “You care about her a lot dont you?” she smiled softly

Steve's shoulders slumped and he leaned back against the seat. "Yeah, more than I probably should. It's just... We have a history, y'know? We've been through so much together. And now this...” He gestured towards the house, towards you. "I just can't lose her, Nancy. I don’t what I would do if I did."

Nancy straightened up “You wont” she reached out placing her hand on Steve’s shoulder “Were going to do everything to save both of them Steve, Max and y/n, i promise”

Steve let out a shaky sigh, his shoulders drooping. "I hope you're right, Nance, I really do. But every time we think we've got a handle on things, another curveball gets thrown our way. It's like for every problem we solve, three more pop up in its place. I just feel like we're fighting against the goddamn universe here."

Nancy nodded full understanding “I get it i do. But right now we should be in there” Nancy gestured to her house “With them, brain storming a plan to keep Max and y/n safe.”

Steve nodded, reluctantly agreeing with Nancy. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before speaking. "You're right. I know you're right. We need to focus on the task at hand. Max and Y/N need us, and we can't waste time moping around." He opened the car door and stepped out, looking back at Nancy with a determined expression on his face. "Let's get to work."

Nancy jumped out “Steve wait” she spoke while shutting the passenger door

Steve paused, turning to face Nancy with a puzzled expression. "Yeah, what is it?"

“I know you said you should push your feels aside but just in case” Nancy crossed her arms “You should tell her how you feel” She smiled softly “Just in case”

Steve's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a pang in his chest at Nancy's words. He had been struggling to keep his feelings for you hidden, trying to deny them even to himself. "I... uh" he stumbled over his words, his heart racing a mile a minute. "I don't know,..Do you really think that's the best idea right now? I mean, with everything going on..."

“I do Steve, Maybe not right at this very moment” Nancy joked “But i think you’ll both regret it if you dont, especially if something happens” Nancy was insinuating in case something went wrong which meant in case Vecna got you.

Steve nodded slowly, his expression turning somber. He knew deep down that Nancy was right. But the thought of confessing his feelings in the midst of this chaos and danger was a scary one. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if his feelings just made things more complicated?

"Yeah... I get what you mean. But how, and when, am I supposed to do it? Feels like the worst possible time for me to bring all of this up."

Nancy smiled softly walking towards her house “You’ll know when Steve” she paused with her hand lingering on the front door handle “Maybe something good can come out of all this bad” before turning it and walking in her house, heading to the basement to come with a plan to kill Venca and save you and max

Steve stood there for a moment, his mind racing with Nancy’s words. Maybe something good can come out of all this bad. That thought echoed in his mind as he watched Nancy disappear into the house. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he made his way back to the basement, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

You sat there quietly on the couch at the back of the basement while the kids and robin started to put together a half assed plan. Nancy hit the bottom step before catching your eye and smiley softly before joining the group a few feet from you to come up with a plan to stop Venca.

Robin, Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Nancy huddled together, quietly brainstorming and discussing ideas. Every now and then they would glance over at you, checking to see if you were listening or had anything to add. You could see the worry etched on their faces, their expressions clouded with concern and fear for your well-being.

But you remained silent and still, your mind filled with turmoil and anxiety as you sat at the back of the basement, listening to their hushed voices.

Steve finally joined the rest of them. He sighed when he seen you there by yourself, he could tell you were trying your best not to cry. He glanced over at Robin who was with the other group, she nodded her head in your direction. Gesturing for him to go talk to you.

Steve caught Robin's silent message, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgment. He knew that she was right. He couldn't avoid this any longer. He needed to talk to you.

He glanced over at you once more, noticing your attempts to hide your emotions. His heart clenched tightly in his chest, and he took a deep breath before slowly making his way over to you.

“Hey” He mumbled softly “Can i sit?” You nodded still not looking up at him

Steve sat down next to you, leaving a small gap between the two of you. He fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure of how to start the conversation.

He let out a small sigh before speaking again "Listen, I... I wanted to talk to you about something."

Your head felt heavy lifting it up to turn to Steve “Yeah?”

Steve's gaze met yours. His eyes were intense and filled with a mix of emotions, but also a hint of vulnerability.

"Look, I know we're in the middle of a goddamn mess right now. And I know that you've got a lot going on in your head. But I need to say this."

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words to say, this was something he truly didn’t want to mess up, he couldn’t.

Your heart was picking up, this was it you thought. You could see the nervousness in his eyes, his hand was plucking the seams of the old work couch. You watched his mouth open before you heard the clock, you tensed. You turned back to Steve something felt off, his eyes were now dark, he laughed, but it was different it was dark, evil, sinister sounding “Steve?” You questioned

“Steve” He mocked “Did you really think i loved you? Did you really think i could love someone like you?” He chuckled “Your pathetic, i cant wait for you to go, to leave for him to take you. It would be a relief”

Tears were now rolling down your cheeks as you got up from the couch backing up “You dont mean that” He was taunting you, as you looked around you realized this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. Then you heard it, the low growling.

Vecna.

[loki-hargreeves]

I made a "Moon Knight season 2 vibes maybe?" playlist and I kinda wanna explain my thought process and what I think should/could be included in 2 and why the songs give off those vibes

I can see clearly now by Johnny Nash - I can see S2 opening with Marc and Steven waking up and life seeming good for once. They're happy, working together, there's banter. Maybe they've found a job or are job hunting but it should start with them thinking they're gonna have a totally normal day and life

"I can see clearly now, the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-shiny day"

2. Aline by Christophe - This screams romance to me. They should show early on that they're still with Layla but working through all the issues that were brought up in S2 (figuring out the divorce paper situation). Despite the hardships, this song shows how much they love her (don't we all?)

Just listen to this for two seconds and imagine Marc and Steven just looking at Layla like lovesick fools

3. The Bushman's Song by Stan Coster - New villain!! <3 I like how this sounds like a fun country song but it should play while showing that Bushman is back and has an old grudge to settle with Marc, in a brutal scene where he does something cold-blooded like it's nothing. Maybe a slowed-down scene of him walking through a bloody crime scene, smoking and looking at a recent picture/recording of Marc

4. Tonight You Belong to Me by Patience & Prudence - This would be perfect for a timelapse type of scene showing Jake Lockley doing Khonshu's bidding

"My honey, I know (I know) With the dawn that you will be gone But tonight you belong to me"

5. The Three of Us by Streetlight Manifesto

Marc and Steven aren't stupid, nor is Layla. They all know something is going on and I'm sure they want to find out who has been in control during their blackouts. S2 should include scenes where Steven and Marc talk about the blackouts and try to catch Jake somehow.

Once they finally do (which I can imagine happening in an action-packed scene, maybe in the middle of a fight) this song would be so good for it. I can picture it so clearly, this fight scene with the camera panning around them as they switch who's fronting and Marc and Steven being pissed because Jake is using mk powers, arguing while having to fight off their enemies

"There we were, the three of us The thief, the king and I Finally, we were forced to see We were equals in the night"

6. One by Three Dog Night - Speaking of Jake Lockley, I think S2 should show how lonely Jake really is, another side of him than just a fighter. How does he feel when Steven and Marc get to be with Layla and live normal lives, without knowing Khonshu is still on their asses? Jake must feel a horrible burden to protect them while also being all alone, probably thinking about how no one even broke him out of the sarcophagus in 1x05

7. Blood On My Name by The Brothers Bright - S2 should dive deeper into Marc's past, especially with Bushman. Show us more of what happened between them and why Bushman now is coming after Marc.

Can you imagine how terrifying it is for Marc and Steven when they think they're powerless and fucking Bushman is after them??

"It won't be long, 'til I'm dead and gone Watch the fires rise, burn through my skin Down to the bone, scorchin' my soul Nowhere to run"

8. Come Together by Laren O'Connell (specifically her version) - This is more fitting for a scene where Jake, Marc and Steven finally work together with mutual understanding. They are united against Khonshu, against Bushman and everyone else who gets in their way. This scene would be so beautiful 🥺 them taking their power back

"He roller-coaster, he got early warnin' He got muddy water, he one mojo filter He says, "One and one and one is three" Got to be good-looking, 'cause he's so hard to see

Come together right now Over me"

Basically the "we are moon knight" moment from the comics

9. Adoro by Armando Manzanero - Jake and Layla scene!!! He would be so whipped after she calls his ass out

"Adoro la forma en que sonríes Y el modo en que a veces me riñes - Eres mi luna y eres mi sol, eres mi noche de amor"

10. Parasite by Set It Off - This song is angry and to me, it gives off the vibes of an epic Moon Knight fight scene. Obviously, Khonshu is a Parasite to them but I also think they should show their rage and anger in season 2 and maybe give us a cool suiting-up scene

"If I'm such a wreck, then why so obsessive? Devil playing God Performative mess, just craving attention Taking what you want From me so you're not obsolete Sinking your teeth, I'll bleed But all you'll be is just a parasite!"

The playlist has even more songs but this post would be way too long if I included them all. But here's a few to feed the s2 waiting room delulu <3

[chihoshisai]

Double Arrangement

Sabo x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

cw : royalty au, strangers to lovers, arranged/political engagement, reader is royalty, sabo is cold (but will warm up over time through chapters) // wc : 5.5k words // a/n : happy new year !! I sort of dissapeared due to mental health which makes it hard to write, but i have the entire outline of this fic figured out until the end so I guarantee I'm planning on finishing it despite the timelapses. thank you for your patience as a reader ♡

tags : @ozzities

Part 5

"Your highness with all due respect you have been here all morning,” the subtle worried voice of the castle’s nurse Kobato floated over your head, contrasting with the intricate design of the ceiling you laid eyes upon. 

"I cannot stand to stay in the room in which I spent an eternity getting ready yesterday,” you answered to her woes but not without accompanying it with a sigh. Your room was never a place for privacy, nowhere in the castle totally was for that matter. 

Your fingers that rested along your abdomen started fiddling with one another due to memories of an eventful night that far from left you unbothered. If the guest’s behavior had caused the hamster in your brain to spin, then Sabo’s words and gestures had kept you awake with a rapid heartbeat. So sincere, so delicate ; a sight and feelings you ceaselessly relinquished by replaying each moment. 

"I see,” Kobato’s words brought your thoughts back to the room. Furtively glancing in her direction with interest, you couldn't help but feel sour at the way in which her eyebrows furrowed with a tinge of understandable pity.

As such, your gaze sought the emotionless comfort of the ceiling once more. "I have become the laughingstock of not only the nobles but the servants as well,” you bitterly said aloud mostly for yourself. Most likely as a way to sink that reality. 

"Then perhaps some fresh air, away from all would do rather than confining yourself in a sterile, stiff hospital room.”

Your thoughts pondered on her words, a murmuring hum forming down your throat to find its way upwards, drawing your lips into a conspicuous smile. "Fresh air!” You sat on the bed, rowing your legs over the edge while directing your glee at the nurse. “Thank you Kobato!" Without further ado, you leaped over the floor in stride in search of none other than your younger brother.

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“I need a favor,” you affirmed, standing close to the doorframe of the salon your sibling currently found himself in, engrossed behind a journal. 

He pulled down his paper to give you raised eyebrows accompanied by a sly look. “That'll cost you.”

Of course it would.

“Not if it benefits you too,” you confidently assured him, casually strolling about the room, certain to catch your prey, until you found interest in sitting across from him in an armchair.

“Our interests can't possibly align,” your brother gave a scoff, visibly mocking your claim. 

“Usually not, but this time I trust it will. I wish to visit the commoner's village.”

A pause, in which your sibling deadpanned stared at you ; upwards, downwards, and finding no shame in questioning the tangibility of your words. “What on earth could make you want to do such a thing? Are you cursed? Repenting?” His tone of voice sounded far from mocking but rather genuinely curious. And worried.

His reaction would have amused you if the reason behind your expressed curiosity wasn’t so serious. “Stop with the nonsensical questions. We both know you're the one who should be repenting,” you spewed back, slightly offended.

He tossed away the journal, like a distraction no longer worthy of his attention, to take on a more upright sitting position. “Okay, but what do you want from visiting such a foul place?”

“Says he, who spends an unholy amount of time there drinking and wallowing in adultery with no regard for consequences.” You rolled your eyes while he frowned at you. “Now take me there, I wish to see what the town looks like and how the people live there. I'm certain you must know your way.” 

Your voice that avoided his question had taken on a more authoritative tone, putting aside all pleasantries, which enticed a defeated sigh from your younger sibling who resigned himself by sinking in his chair. “I'll still charge you though,” he reluctantly grumbled, looking elsewhere.

Satisfied, you nodded, glee hidden behind a simple demure smile and bending to his monetary whim. “Your fee will be given if your services are adequate.”

“I still expect to be paid even if you only take a single step out there,” his cocky voice mixed with the glint of distrust dared to ask as insurance.

It rubbed your ego the wrong way —  to see this brat coddled and so used to have his way, much to your annoyance. “Deal,” you agreed, thinking of the bigger picture as more important than teaching this arrogant child that things don’t always go the way he desires.

“Now,” he got up. “Get ready to strip away your jewelry, clothes and vanilla, rose or whatever scented perfume you wear, to dress in rags.”

You sighed, having predicted as much. There was no walking around town in garments worth more than a whole street’s buildings combined, was there?

He pointed his chin in the direction for you to follow, the door, and yet again, resigned to his instruction, you walked. And to your surprise, he followed, making you realize he at least had a bit of courtesy in him as he opened the door in your honor. 

What ensued would forever remain as a mystification in your mind. Your brother led you down the lowest levels and into the servant’s quarters ; seeking the aid of a particular butler, visibly used to such routine, both discussed briefly while you stood a few steps away, mostly overwhelmed by the drab looking place and the lack of fragrance from the air. Your eyes wandered, taking notice of the lack of light coming in such an enclosed area where the few servants who found their way in ushered quick curtseys at your sight but not without a hint of amusement hidden behind their eyes. 

Another wave of shame hit you, silently and warmly, though suppressed for you had no choice but to not falter under what most would consider overthinking on your part.

Soon, your brother finished his chat with the butler and both of you were escorted in separate rooms. Keeping words of protest and questioning died down at your throat, you refrained all complaint even when you found yourself in a pocket-sized servant’s shared room, or when a maid entered, proposing a selection of monotone-looking colors ranging from gray, brown, black and green seemingly coming from her own wardrobe. 

The allure of the room you stood in aside, you froze appalled ; at her offering, at the thought of putting someone else’s clothes — unwashed — and most importantly of having to be seen wearing such simplities by your own staff. 

Nevertheless, refusal was not at your disposal. You gulped, feeling your heartbeat increase as the maid helped you out of your glittering garments. With a watchful eye you peeked as she deposited your gown onto one of the beds, feeling an ick stronger than your will form at the bottom of your stomach. 

Without judgment, she helped you into the gloomy looking couture, as you held your breath under the increasing pounding of your brain. Even though similarities found themselves on both dresses, such as the corsets and long tulle petticoat, a bothersome itch crawled throughout your skin as you felt the fabric while your willpower was put into test as the whiff of it’s odor surrounded your own. 

However, having to put on the clothes wasn’t the end of it. To your hidden horror, you gritted your teeth as your hair was being downed into a low messy braid, a scarf wrapped around your scalp to hide it’s unsoiled feature, and your simple makeup wiped away to be redone with atrocity for you barely recognized yourself ; overworked-looking citizen you had now become.  

How and why people could possibly stand to live through their days in such garments, through such unwashed clothing, was beyond your imagination but not above your understanding, for you knew other options weren’t available to their hands.

Satisfied with her work, the maid bowed as you exited the door and rejoined your brother who to your surprise, was almost unrecognizable under a similar disguise. Ease coursed through you. What a relief to know that you weren’t screwed over with your get-up. As you looked him up and down with scrutinizing eyes, the attire indeed looked nothing far from rags. Despite this obvious fact, it far from prevented your brother’s demeanor from appearing proud and noble. And you envied him for being able to maintain his confidence, even if due to his habituation to such an act, while you anxiously joined your hands together.

“I’m surprised you went through with this process,” an acknowledging smile painted his features whilst he looked you up and down. 

Turning a blind eye to the way he held you in low regards, you allowed your eyes to wander around in search for the next step. “I suppose you have an idea of how to proceed from then on?”

Seeing his taunt flaunted, your brother quickly abandoned his grin. “Yeah, just follow me.”

He walked past you, and left with no other option, you walked suit. Things proceeded quickly ; exiting the castle through servants exits, entering a wooden carriage with no house crest and ultimately making it out of the castle gates. 

“If you wish to back down, now’s the time,” your brother advised. Sitting across from you with his arms folded, already bored from the ride. You knew, whether or not you were to falter here and now, he would not only proceed without you but ammunition to enhance his arrogance and his already declining perception of you would be given. 

“Have you known me as the type to backtrack?” You asked, feeling the growing discomfort on your back through the carriage’s quality.

“Well, I suppose you have yet to prove otherwise,” he admitted with a shrug. 

And that shut him up, for he looked past the window with increasing boredom. But you weren’t about to wallow in your own increasing anxiety without distraction. 

“You will, I presume, stay by my side for the duration of this outing?” 

His gaze remained on the outside. “Why should I? This wasn’t part of the deal. As I recall, it was to bring you on the outside only.”

“An outside which I know nothing of,” you reminded him sternly. 

This had seemed to bring him to muse on your words, raising a hand to his chin to support his thoughts while you patiently waited, worried that pressing furthermore would bring about your doom.

In time, your brother squinted his eyes playfully, much to your anguish as you foresaw twisted enjoyment was brewing. His grin widened in unison to your thinning lips. “Seeing you act about in such an unfamiliar environment might just be the second greatest entertainment of this month.” 

It felt insulting to see the laughingstock etiquette posed on your being persist to another day, yet rather than be at a loss, let alone in danger amongst your citizens, you resigned with a cold smile to have your sibling be the guide of the day. 

Now having his word, you occupied yourself by staring out the window — the drab brown, gray and beige looking buildings in dubious condition filled your view. People dressed in similar apparel than yours walking about, smiles surprisingly painting their features despite their lack of luxury as they busied themselves through various daily tasks you weren't quite sure as to what they consisted of. The painted view made you realize the carriage had already left the town of the nobles, which you rarely visited in the past, to now enter the common people's town.  

The carriage driver had the decency to let you off at a rather well-off neighborhood; houses of colors here and there, boutiques of all sorts and the buzz of a nearby market reaching your ears. Setting your first steps in what your brother described as a ‘plaza,’ most likely due to the fountain settled in the middle of the open area, what struck you first was the putrid air and smell that seemed to grasp and cling to the city, unwilling to let go. It took every ounce of your willpower to refrain from making a face, let alone reach for your nose in a gagging motion, fearing it may cast away your identity, as you found encouragement by watching your bother stand about perfectly fine. The sanitary state in which your people lived in had never been food for your thoughts until now, and frankly, it worried you to know people could live in such conditions. 

“Well sister,” your brother began, keeping an annoyingly infuriating smirk on his lips. “Seeing as you've refrained from running back to the carriage, it's about time we start this tour.” 

You nodded. “You better not pull anything funny.”

“Don't worry,” he started walking in a chosen direction, prompting you to follow his lead. “Watching you awkwardly manage yourself in this environment will be comedy enough,” and he snorted after most likely forming a mental image in his head, causing you to click your tongue subtly.

Following him was easy enough; he walked at a slow pace, putting names on various buildings, exhibited behaviors by people and the type of food sold. As such, focusing your attention mostly on the surroundings around him, your eyes, nose, ears, touch and taste were solicited — the way in which children ran about, without an ounce of manner riddled in them, the enticing smell of dishes clashing with the overall soiled air of town, the laughter and easygoing chatter of citizens and the touch of various brittle materials all surprised you. 

What truly dawned on your mind was, throughout this variety of people none seemed to see offense in your awkward behavior sticking out of place ; as you frowned your eyebrows at certain sights or scrunched your nose upon trying new cuisine. And even when your polite mannerism and manner of speech accidentally slipped through, the citizens would laugh it off at your ‘trying to play a noble young lady’ act, assuring you that there was no such necessity. Their lassitude thankfully helped ease whatever pitch of worry that would worm its way to your chest at having your cover blown off. Meanwhile your brother viciously sneered and passed underhanded comments at every given opportunity served to him on a silver platter, and everytime you let him off free of charge seeing as he had done more than you had bargained for by making you avoid irrefutable mistakes. 

The warmth emanating from your country's middle class made you realize how comfortable it was to be here despite how at odd from your typical gilded environment you felt. It reinforced your desire to stay, lest you forgo such a welcoming town for a more cold one. Walking along the streets, with no particular destination in mind, your brother searching for the next entertainment, it was with a rather stern gaze that you revisited dark memories of political times spent in the exact location you were to find yourself in if things were to fall through with Sabo. The Germa Kingdom. Simply recalling the unwelcoming, grim and judgemental atmosphere along with the vivid sensation of being overseas was enough to prevent you from digging deeper in your recollections and to distract yourself by taking interest in a rather grand standing building at the end of a road.

“Tell me, what is this building over there?” You asked, pointing a subtle finger at what seemed to be the most distinguished establishment to be seen. 

“Oh this? Just a guild,” your brother replied with a disinterested shrug as he proceeded to explain its working process with adventurers and monetized missions along with its tavern and alliances with certain inns for lodging.

“How fascinating,” you exclaimed with genuine interest. “Let us take a look!” And you accelerated your pace to leave your brother no choice in the matter.

“Well, I suppose it's about time we chug down the alcohol,” he smirked, catching up to meet your disapproving gaze.  

It took a few moments to arrive, and as you walked, sneaking looks through the glass windows to get a peek of the designed interior, the loud cheer and banter of a crowd reached your ears with the smell of cooked meat while the entrance door opened. 

Suspecting an adventurer to exit, you eagerly brought your gaze back in front of you to admire what attire these members of society would clothe themselves in. However it was with a gasp that clogged at your throat that you found yourself stopping in your tracks, eyes widening while speaking aloud, “Sabo?” 

Unconsciously, you felt your back straighten and your overall posture adjust in a more elegant manner than the one you had adopted until now to strut down the streets. 

“Well would you look at this. If it isn't your fiance,” your brother who stood a few steps away spoke with undeniable snide, taking pleasure in the scene unfolding before his eyes. “Looks like coming here has proven to be worth it,” he murmured to himself. 

Sabo worriedly seemed to be at a loss for words ; looking you up and down with a mixture of confusion and astonishment while his hand released the doorknob to let the door soundly fall shut behind him. 

The act came to a standstill giving the perfect opportunity for your brain to run amok with the previous information he had told you about himself and the delight that flowed inside you into having found his secret place, and how accessible it was. As Sabo kept his lips firmly shut and your brother hid his silent glee behind a hand, it became more of a staring contest that lasted until a foreign voice coming from one side reached everyone's ears. 

“Sabo!” You looked to take full view of a raven haired boy with freckles and an orange hat driving a wagon making his way to the door. “Work finished earlier than expected and I got gifted with so many freebies,” he waved a hand, showcasing a rather handsome smile that enhanced the birthmarks across his face.  

The glue that seemed to have sealed Sabot's lips into a silence melted to give place to the most sincere and happy smile yet to be seen on his face. “Ace?!” And to your surprise, he even waved back. 

As he was halfway inclined towards the newcomer, your eyebrows arched in confusion as you took in not only his body language but the softness and mellow behind his voice. One usually reserved for closed ones. 

And yet, the foreign sound of something heavy being pulled reached your ears, as you grew uncomfortable under the rays of the sun that now started to prickle your skin that only now took notice of the heat and deemed it unreasonable.

Instinctively, you turned to the other side, watching a younger boy than the freckled one, with dark black hair still and a ridiculously contagious smile heave a bag of unknown content towards the guild. 

“Sabo!” He enthusiastically waved a hand. “My hunt’s over, look at the huge haul I got!” He chuckled.

“Luffy?!” A genuine beam appeared on Sabot's face. One that made you fail to control the slight gaping of your mouth as you watched this ice cold man melt into another human being. 

It made you realize that they were most likely the reason for Sabo's castaway ; they are the truth behind his love. Seeing him under this new light intrigued you further as to what laid hidden behind his character.

The one named Ace arrived first. “Oh? Are you two acquaintances of Sabo?” He got off from his carriage, giving a ‘good work’ pat to his horse while eyeing you with keen interest. 

Flustered beyond what you could control, your eyelids rapidly flashed towards all standing present ; a silent cold sweat ran down hidden underneath your armpits as the perfect testament to a situation out of your expertise. “I suppose we are,” you breathed after a moment, fearing the atmosphere would grow into a deplorable suspicious one. 

“Good riddance!” Ace smiled, letting go of the reign of his horse to head towards the content of his carriage. “You two are just in time,”  as he spoke disappearing behind the cart, you shot a quick glance to your brother who remained intrigued with a smirk and to a Sabo who refrained from according you a single look, much to your disheartening. “You two can take this and help us unload!” Ace returned, shoving cardboard boxes in you and your sibling's arms. Your brother held his stance, but you wobbled a little under unimaginable weight ; forcing you to clench your jaw as your cheeks turned red from effort. Did people always carry such heavy load, you wondered, cursing your arms for their flimsy and expected delicacy. Having found balance, you looked at Ace with round eyes for further directions, still processing what was happening.

“Just carry these inside and hand them at the counter,” Ace used his thumb to point at the door. “Thanks for your help.”

Swept by the moment with no opening to speak with Sabo as he stepped to the side to allow you in by opening the door, you were forced to tread along the path the raven haired boy had asked of you to partake, your last vision being the younger one arriving last to the giddy greeting of the two others.

The inside of the guild proved rather impressive ; though wooden from floor to ceiling, from furniture to appliance, the merry atmosphere reigning in, glee and laughter of light-hearted conversations was enough to light the place into a welcoming one. Tables with benches were laid about in a random manner, a board containing what you recognized as the quests your brother spoke about, stairs leading to an invisible second floor and a large counter standing at the end of the room with a green haired lady wearing a bandana as an accessory behind it. Forgetting what ailed your arms in weight, you looked at the crowd with interest, and they in turn either ignored you or sullied your ears with improper banter you had never heard before. Lastly, the smell of food masking the one of sweat like a blanket contrasted with the foulness of the city while dancing with the ambience well.  

“Never seen you here before, miss. Did you just get hired? Where'd you from? Want to grab a drink with me tonight?” A gruff man said, most likely drunk already by the empty glasses around him.

“Don't go out with him, come here instead you pretty little thing!” Another exclaimed.

Many such exclamations attracted the attention of your ears. Thin lips formed on your features, keeping your vision straight ahead, ignoring their banter and whistling as you were formally brought up to do rather than engage and encourage. What a way to ruin the first impression you got from the place. In due time, your footwork had led you to the expected place where the receptionist greeted you with a warm smile.

“Thank you.” 

You slightly bowed your head to her in acknowledgement, watching as your brother deposed his content likewise.   

“I'll charge you double after all,” he brought the buzzing of your mind to a halt, whispering by your side as the guild receptionist took the parcels. 

You gave him a quick shush, massaging your shoulders burning with the aftermath of the labor. Deep down you wished for nothing more than a massage from one of your maids. A thought you suppressed, refusing to appear a hypocrite in your current standing. That was when Sabo and his two raven haired boys had entered the vicinity with as much joy that propagated all around, all heading to the counter. You edged closer to the side, dragging your sibling in your shadow, to allow them more ground over the counter.

“There you go Makino, this is the last of today's haul,” The boy you recognized as Luffy handed over his hunt. 

“Thank you Luffy, I'll make something good out of it,” she smiled.

“In that case let's have a banquet!” The boy raised his hands in the air triumphantly, heading towards the center of the room as if used to being the life of the party. Such broad display of mannerism surprised you, but faithful to your role, you hid away all signs of it by the clench of your hands.

Ace laughed, leaning over the counter nonchalantly. “What occasion will it be this time?”

In your vision, their eyes met and the youngest exclaimed. “For finishing work early!”

“Luffy, the sun's still out, we can't possibly do that just yet!” Sabo, under a stern yet vibrant voice, came to scold Luffy. The contrast in the tone of reprimands he would give to you felt quite shocking. Subtly, the tightening pressure on your hands increased.

“Let's at the very least drink then. No harm in that right?” Ace slyly smirked, much to Sabo's deterrence seeing as he gave in through a smiling sigh.

Finally seemingly taking note of your presence, the blonde approached your vicinity with a serious expression that most likely wouldn't have its place here. “May I have a word?” He quietly asked you, nonetheless loud enough to pierce through the ears of your brother and the long haired one.

“Oh what's that? Disappearing for some intimate time? How unlike you, Sabo,” Ace snickered, much to the annoyance of your fiance. At that, you couldn't help but drop your gaze in self consciousness.

“Hey, you won't do anything inappropriate to tarnish her will you?” Your brother took on a rare protective tone that sent a small hope of safety within you.

Far from offended, Sabo looked him straight in the eye. “Of course not.”

“Then it's fine,” your younger blood relation turned away, having discarded away his suspicion, almost as if he considered he had done his part.

His sudden nonchalance irked your feelings ; you clicked your tongue in displeasure at him. “Learn to be more suspicious of others, you!” Was the reprimand you gave, but was met with a simple uncaring shrug.

“In anycase, drinking? Now we're talking,” Your brother's disinterest turned into that of keen enjoyment and he left your side, colliding with Ace ; the two bonding over who could hold down their liquor the longest.  

Seeing them enter the brouhaha of the guild, you heaved a weary sigh, only just remembering what awaited you as Sabo cleared his throat. It was by exchanging a quick glance with his eyes, that your thoughts remembered you had yet to explain how and why you were here. 

Sabo's features remained iron tight as he turned his back on you to lead the way, the same back you had once gazed at looked more distant than it did one night ago. Feeling burdened by what awaited, you followed and entered a small office, wood armoring not only its wall but the furniture likewise with no regard to the uniformity it provided. Never had you before seen a room with such an unvaried maroon color for a personal workplace.

However, your musing was soon cut short as Sabo turned on his heel, a visible darkness clouding his features. You felt a bitter taste rot in the darkest abyss of your mouth, anticipating another argument.

“I won't even ask you what you're doing here as I assume this is also a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time?” It felt as though his tone tried peeling away layers of your defenses.

“Well,” unwilling to easily flail at his words, you shrugged a part of your shoulder. It wasn't entirely wrong.

“I would like more than a simple ‘Well.’ Explain yourself to me. How did you find this place? By running a background check on me?”

Lord, you almost wanted to gape your mouth at how far fetched his accusation reached. “What? A background check? Certainly not,” your expression twisted in a mixture of disgust at the thought before regaining its usual composure. “My curiosity for you does have depth but not enough to seek information about you behind your back.” 

Seeing as Sabo remained quiet with doubtful eyes, you took it as a cue to continue. “Rather I desired to stroll down the streets in search of what could possibly have piqued your interest in this lifestyle. My brother showed me around, acting as my guide since due to personal reasons, he is familiar with the place. Ultimately I asked him about the purpose of this establishment, and as he talked me through it we walked nearby for a closer look, and there you were.”

Sabo heaved a sigh, stepping away to lean atop the only desk that rested in front of large windows.

“Was that too hard to believe?” You innocently crossed your arms together while raising an inquisitive eyebrow at him. 

“No. I simply… I don't know how to feel. I'm conflicted,” he ran a hand through his hair, for once giving a full view of his usually curtained face, which left you to say the least not unaffected as you took in a deep breath. 

You gave a snarky smile. “Would you have preferred I had run a background check on you?”

“Yeah,” he exasperatedly voiced, guilt giving aroma to his voice. “Would have made things far more easier,” he mumbled under his breath, looking away.

Seeing him cower at his wrongdoing, a subtle sense of confidence sparkled inside you, to edge you towards taking advantage of his low defenses. “I hope you won't disregard my efforts this time around.”

“No I won't. I can't,” Sabo shook his head. “Not when you took that much trouble to walk all the way down here, let alone help my brother out.”

“Brother?” Your eyes widened in alarm.

Sabo raised his head at you, showing a certain proud smile as he spoke. “Yeah, Ace and I are brothers of the same age while Luffy is our youngest one,” even if his contentment wasn't directed at you, your conscience still acknowledged it as the first smile he stretched your way today.

“I—” Your voice momentarily stuck in your throat following the racing of your mind. Many questions beginning with words such as how, why, when and what flooded it. You briefly considered the parents he lived with and yet you couldn't draw a proper conclusion. “I see…” you ultimately clumsily said by clearing your throat, for stuttering had been a nipped in the bud habit you weren't allowed to have.

“In anycase, I'm pleasantly surprised to see you here and to hear what you did. I must admit I never expected that of you and for that reason my opinion of you slightly increased.” This time, Sabo stretched his lips, not as affectionately as he did to his brothers, but enough to be categorized as a genuine.

“Oh.” Your mind, who had to slow down from its marathon to digest the information, delayed your proper reaction. “Well I'm glad to hear that,” timid hands rose to hide the overjoyed grin that bloomed on your face. “Perhaps you'll finally start to see me as more than a spoiled brat in a dress,” you gave a lighthearted chuckle, lowering the shield on your face to return a grateful smile.

“Perhaps,” Sabo curtly answered, feeding you yet again a spoonful of hope as his eyes lingered in yours before shattering it. “I think it's about time you leave.”

A part of you, relishing in the moment couldn't help but tease away at him some more. “We're legally and publicly engaged. Who cares if we spend five or twenty minutes away in a room together?” You spoke slowly, stretching the last words while you took furtive steps forwards, stopping only until the respectful distance had shortened into a reasonably intimate one. Nevertheless, one that didn't leave the impression your respective bubbles were invaded. “Or could it be that you're more prude than what you’ve displayed?” You teased with eye contact.

Seeing you lean your head to the side in a way that had most likely been rehearsed many times before, Sabo left behind his leaning against the desk's edge to glance down at you with his full height. “I meant that I have work to do,” he looked away, forcing you to revert to your proper composure. 

“You're no fun, sparring no moment to those meaningless to you,” your lips subtly trembled while your eyes looked to the side. Your words were bittersweet, but your mind had already switched its gear to tinker in a self-sabotaging way for acting in such a foolish way.  

“It's getting late, you should probably head back too,” he emotionlessly walked past you, which made you realize you might have gone ahead of yourself there.

“May I come back here?” You turned to ask him, the words bringing him to a halt.

Sabo turned his head in your direction, assessing you no doubts, before giving an answer. “I'll think about it.”

You thinned your lips in a stiff manner. His reply didn't hint towards a precise decision, yet there was no doubt it depended on the times you would share together on other occasions. 

Silently, you made way to exit the door he held open for you to walk past, hearing its decisive closing noise in your ears once through it. Despite wanting to know, rather than secretly peek at Sabo's lone unfolding behavior in all his intimacy, you kept your head high and descended down the stairs to rejoin the lobby.

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Ch. 6 in progress

[deep-space-netwerk]

Alright, so, black holes right?

Most people have probably seen this astOUNDING image of the black hole at the center of the M87 galaxy - the first real picture of a black hole.

It may look like a blurry orange donut, but you gotta understand, this was and still is a hugely impressive achievement. At a black hole's event horizon, the escape velocity (or the speed at which something has to travel to escape the body's gravitational pull) is faster than the speed of light. By definition a black hole cannot be directly observed. Imaging the shadow of M87* required using eight ground-based radio telescopes all over the world, working together as an interferometer - or as though they were one single telescope the size of the entire planet.

So that's fucking cool in its own right, but how did we know that black holes existed before 2019 when we could actually "see" one? How do we detect something that reflects no light when we DON'T have a simulated telescope the size of Earth? The answer is gravity.

We think that most large galaxies have supermassive black holes at their centers, left over from their chaotic infancies when hundreds of thousands of early stars collided and then collapsed, and then kept colliding. To give you an idea of what we mean by "supermassive", the black hole at the center of the Milky Way, Sagittarius A* (pronounced "A-star"), is about 4 million times the mass of our sun. And that's SMALL.

So while black holes aren't the horrible all-consuming reality-guzzling unmakers of creation that science fiction likes to paint them as - we aren't in any danger whatsoever from Sagittarius A*, now or ever - they CAN get big enough to really throw things around. So we looked for objects moving under the influence of . . . nothing.

This gif is a years-long timelapse of stars orbiting something in a seemingly-empty region of space the center of the Milky Way, the approximate location marked with a red plus sign.

That something is Sag A*. It's an invisible behemoth, made of the extraordinarily dense remains of the birth of our galaxy, juggling entire solar systems the way Jupiter flings asteroids. And for so long, we couldn't even see it.

This shit makes me go fucking crazy. Imagine what else is out there that we don't understand just because we don't have the tools to even know it exists! Not just in space, in any field of scientific study!

It wasn't until the 1990s that we started realizing trees talk to each other, and now we know there's fungal mycelium networks that connect trees across entire continents. Just THIS YEAR we discovered an entirely new ecosystem underneath the hydrothermal vents in the deepest parts of the ocean floor. For most of human history, the existence of planets around other stars was highly debated, and now we've confirmed over 5 thousand of them. We even know what some of their atmospheres are made of!

There's a saying that "the more you know, the more you know you'll never know", and I feel like there's never been a time in history when that's been more true. And it's almost comforting, y'know? The universe is so vast, it feels correct that we shouldn't be able to understand all of its intricacies.

Reality is stranger than fiction, and the reality is there's stuff out there that we don't even have the words to begin to describe. Until we do! And our reward is even more questions!

[ladyorigami]

How do you feel about season 4

Bad. I feel reeeeal bad about season 4. LOL I hate it, actually-hate what they did to my boy.

Yes I'm always focused most on Five as a character, but I will say as a whole, the season is just...just a mess. They took away a lot of particular traits from the characters in order to sort of give this...shock value? Not sure that's the word, but in order for us to see how differently bland and miserable everyone's life is this time around, and to do that, they also just, sucked a ton of their characters out right with it. We also have no catharsis, no proper conclusion to the relationships and events of s3, and even though they carry that over, they don't actually give resolution.

The plot also just-and the ENDING-I...okay I need to round back to Five for a second. I'm going to ramble rant about Five for a bit PASSIONATELY so SPOILER ALERT AHEAD, don't read below this if you don't want to see me lay down a quick wall of text about The Boy:

It's not like I don't understand the 'why' of it.

Imagine spending the majority of your life in an apocalypse, eating bugs and learning how to harden your heart and kill as a child, all for the CHANCE at getting back to your family.

Throwing him back into that scenario is like...the mere THOUGHT of that makes me insane with all of the character exploration we could have had and then DIDN'T GET ANY.

Like I can't even fathom the sheer trauma he was going through once they got lost in that subway for more than a couple weeks. He's essentially in his personal hell all over again and this time it's without that hope of his family he had before. Of course he's going to cling to the one person who is there, of course they both would, it's been years. Trauma bonding exists and they both have a lot of it and yes, they are like with their rough edges and independence. So sure, I can understand the 'why' and 'how' of this happening (even if I hate it and it lowkey gives me the ick)

But we didn't even GET the character parts of that. We didn't get any trauma, didn't get any PTSD, didn't get any look into Five's mind and heart there in the subway. This really would have been a perfect opportunity to finally crack all of that wide open, because it's always been brushed off before. But nope.

Instead, an affair with Lila. A rushed sloppy timelapse and then they're a thing now and that's...it? Like the whole point of that was just for them to have this weird relationship and then they came back??

There's a time that he even SEES a younger version of himself in the same apocalypse and he reacts like he isn't even there.

This character who becomes lost without a purpose and is still searching for it, whose flame is uncharacteristically dimmed of the usual fire? Yes. I would like to explore that.

Like I said it's not even necessarily the issue that it could have happened in the beginning but it's his attitude after that really got to me. The entitlement he had to square up to Diego?? The entitlement he had to continue to cling around her when her family is there and the way he's acting...it's like it's just terrible to me.

When Five loves he loves with his whole heart, he devotes everything he has to the people he cares for but once upon a time that used to be his family and like hell if I think he would fist fight Diego for LILA. Diego his brother...Diego whose eyes warmed with such love and relief in the second season when he saw Five at that hospital. Five who sacrificed himself numerous times over to keep them safe.

I get the point is that Five is lost. That his family clearly can't give him what he needs and he's just in some ways given up trying for it. He's-tired and he just wants to rest and have something or someone that he can call his own...but that's definitely not going to be the wife of his brother???? rihgqoirgoais

I just can't swallow this attitude by him in the after bits-and I definitely can't come to terms with the fact that they basically planted him back into his personal nightmare and all that came from that was a rushed love affair. It puts a bitter bitter taste in my mouth he deserved this character exploration, he deserved to actually have his family go try and save him for once-fight for him-show him that they care as much as he's cared for them.

(There is NO slander being thrown to people who like this ship before or after s4, you guys like what you like and that's fantastic. I just have issues with the way it was all handled and I must rant passionately.)

[tmwcs]

GAWD I’ve talking about heelel and his brothers. You mentioned that the series is based off the Bible but also your creativity. I want to know how you pictured heelel being the snake and convincing Eve to eat the apple. PLEASE!

I also thought about this when I drafted the series this is how I pictured it going down…again, based of some Biblical facts but also adjusted in fictitious structure for the sake of the story…a little bit of angst (heele waiting for you).

“The Forbidden Fruit”

Warnings: Biblical adjustment, sin, going against Gods will, Timelapse, …think that’s it. Try not to fall in love with snake heelel. lol.

“He has done it…our former master created the first man.”

Heeseung stands oddly calm, but the sense of betrayal and anger riles up inside him as his young brother’s words enters his ear canal.

‘How could he do this? How could he…’

Cursing himself, Heeseung remains silent as he commits to his plan: destroy humanity. Prove to God that making them was the worst mistake.

Perhaps after seeing how terrible they will turn out to be, maybe then his former master will apologize and beg for his forgiveness.

“What was it again? The reason why he created them? It was to teach something…what was it though?”

The brothers ponder aloud when Heeseung’s voice punctures through in a tranquil tone…

“They are capable of teaching others how to love…”

‘That is the reason you told me…how absurd. Wasn’t my love for you—as your favorite, enough?’

“Well, we shall see. He started off with a man, and he just made another, called ‘woman’.”

“Where is he keeping them?” Jay inquired as he partakes in Leviathans gossip. “It’s in a garden.”

Heeseung continues to look amused as he sits atop his throne, while his younger siblings all speak of the abomination that is mankind.

“Helel, do what do you-“ Sunghoon pauses as he and the others all look and note that Heeseung had suddenly disappeared. His throne sat empty. “Where did he go?”

…………….

A young woman bares the nude flesh of new skin. She hums a song matching the birds as they hover above and teach her the meaning of song. She enjoys the loveliness of the garden, frolicking among the trees and wild flowers that grow around her, when suddenly a deep, echoing voice emerges. It sounds out from all around, making the direct source unknown and hard to find.

“Child…woman…creature made of flesh and bone…a copy cat of the first one. Come this way.”

“Wh-who’s there?”

She looks around, dizzying herself as she tries to locate the person speaking. “Who are you?”

“Lost mind…wandering soul…you are frightened by the sound of my voice, aren’t you?”

The woman grows hesitant and begins to cover herself. Up until now, her nudity didn’t feel so exposed, but the alluring and toxic tone of the man’s voice seemed to trigger a sense of shyness.

“Fear not. I’m not here to hurt you, on the contrary I am here to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yesss…thaaasts right. Come closer to the tree.”

“B-but…we were told to not go to that tree.”

“Why? It’s just a tree…nothing more special than the rest surrounding you.”

The woman stays silent and refrains from moving, until the reassurance of the voice compels her to move. “I promise, nothing will happen to you. Now, come to the tree, my dear.”

She moves over, hesitantly as she fears for the worst to occur the moment she steps foot near the root of the forbidden tree, yet the curiosity has gotten the best of her. Reaching it, she breathes in relief when all remained well.

“There…see? I told you all would be well. You have nothing to fear, I will never lie to you.”

“Please tell me who you are. Won’t you show me your face? Are you just like me and the other, Adam?”

Suddenly a large emerald serpent coils around the tree before her, it was large and beautiful.

“Hello….Eeeeeve.” His voice is taunting yet teasingly playful, almost flirtatious.

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I know everything.”

Eve chuckles. The serpent carried a sense of charisma as it spoke. “You’re a strange creature.” She remarks comfortably.

“I am just like you…I too was created by the one who made you.” His voice taps into a tune of amusement. “We are the same…you and I.”

The serpent then takes an apple, swallowing it before leveling its eyes once more to Eve’s. “Yummy.”

Eves eyes widen in shock. Her lips quiver as she witnessed the serpent devouring the shiny red apple. It appealed to her deliciously, triggering a sense she had yet to experience up until now. It was a hunger, a yearning for something that she was not allowed to have, a feeling of desire of wanting the unobtainable.

“Have one.” The serpent tells her.

“W-we’re not allowed. We were told to not eat the fruit from this tree.”

The serpent smirks. “Why? It is just an apple, what harm could it do to have but one?”

“I don’t want to get into trouble.” Eves tone was hesitant, but the serpent knew she was right on the edge. Just a little more…

“You won’t. I told you, didn’t I? You and I are the same. If I can eat one, you can too.”

Eve sends a subtle smile. It’s true, the serpent are an apple and nothing has happened. Perhaps all will be well should she take just one bite out of the juicy red fruit.

The serpent flicks its tail and coils it around a perfectly ripe apple, and presents it to Eve. “Eat.”

Eve takes the fruit from the serpent, and smiles once more. “Is it truly alright for me to do so?”

The serpent’s smirk grows widely as his ruby eyes become narrow. “I told you…I’d never lie to you.”

………….

Heeseung rejoices internally as he sits back on his throne. “What an idiot.”

After convincing Eve to eat the apple, his plan went accordingly as he witnessed his former master banish them from the garden. Now, he must see that he was right and that humans are nothing but chaotic creatures that will create a path of destruction. “What a fucking joke.”

“Helel, we have come to pay a visit. Will you receive us?”

Heeseung peeks between his fingers as he shielded his eyes during his evil chuckle. “Of course I receive you, you think i’d let you make it up this far if I didn’t?”

The elder is least amused by Heeseung’s tone. “No, i do not think you would. In fact, i feel that you would have ended us and lol our heads off the moment we set foot in Hell.”

Heeseung chuckles. “Well you’re right. But since I’ve been gracious enough to let you in, tell me…is he sorry? Does he now see how terrible of a mistake it was to create those little shits?”

The elder shakes his head tiresomely. “Why did you compel her to eat the forbidden fruit? Do you hate our master that much?”

Heeseung snaps as he leans forward from his throne. “The man banished my brothers and I from the very home we ever knew, and chose mortal creation over our judgement…OF COURSE I HATE HIM.”

The elder raises a hand of peace and speaks out once more. “Fallen angel, favorite of my master…we are not here to provoke you…we are here to show you a vision.”

“What…vision?” The least bit interested, yet a slight bit of curiosity peaks as Heeseung leans back and spoke under heavy and lazy lids. “I am curious as to what you have up in your sleeve, Elder…for you should already know that no matter what it is, it isn’t going to stop me from tearing these mortals limb from limb…even if he fills the world with them.”

The elder nods. “Well then, there is no harm in showing you. Should that be your resolve still, then we shall leave and never bother you. Though we won’t stand by and watch you destroy his creation.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever old man, just hurry up and show me what it is and be gone already. I’ve got blood and carnage to commit to.”

“Come with us Favorite Son of God, and we will show you his vision. In order to do so, we must travel to the altar.”

Heeseung sighs. “All the way there? Fucking aye…” standing from his throne, he stretched his neck as he expresses lethargically the lack of amusement he had it within him to attend this event. “Let’s get this done and over with. Better be good old man…for your sake.”

And like that, the elder and his disciples take the Devil to the altar.

……………….

‘I longed to commit death, in the most violent manner.

My plans to obtain brutal screams and shattered dreams is near, I can taste it.

When suddenly a young songbird crosses my path. She swings before me and tweets a tune.

I want to snag her out of the air she spreads her wings in, and crush her breasts to pieces.

My hand reaches for her, and yet, she did not flee.

She is perched atop my finger, and there I see.

It was not a songbird that flew before me, but a lone flower whose petals danced like wings.

It was not the tweeting that traveled in my ears, but the song of the wind that carried me…that lifts me.

It was not the soft colors of feathers that brightened my vision. It was Auroras sky reflecting off the Northern Lights.

I held that flower in my hand and kissed it, and watched the flower grow thorns. She pierces me in many ways, and leaves her thorns imbedded in me.

She is everything and everywhere. She is the air I breathe, the skin coating my flesh, the color of my vision. She is…

…………….

“Eldest brother, are you alright? You seem to have something on your mind…what are you thinking about? Does it have something to do with the Elders most recent visit? Does it have anything to do with what they showed you at the altar?”

…

“Helel?”

“Do not worry…I am fine.”

“Well…you haven’t been yourself. Should there be anything you need to tell us?”

“No….she hasn’t arrived yet.”

“….she???”

………..

“Yes…she.”

[peachjaem00]

Teaser; The moon to my starts

PAIRING; childhood best friend!jisung x fem reader

SYNOPSIS;  jisung has been in love with you forever but kept it a secret because he was too afraid to ruin your friendship. he had to endure watching you make a life without him until one day he could not hold it any longer, he couldn’t let the moon leave his stars. or jisung being a complete and absolute simp for the reader since he was a little boy. 

HONORABLE MENTIONS; twin brother! Haechan, jeno, yeji (itzy), jaemin, chenle, renjun

WC; 14.5k

THEMES; fluff, angst, pinning, friends to lovers, non idol! Jisung

WARNINGS; swearing, female reader, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, physical fight, mentions of bruises, jealousy

AN; just a little preview for a fic i have been working on since august 2021 based on my jisung’s timelapses [01:10 pm], [12:30 am], [02:00 pm] let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist or any questions. you don't have to read the timestamps to understand the fic.

also big shoutout to @cappujeno and @ichorai for beta reading this and for their support, this fic would have not happen if it wasn't for your help!

He was five when he saw you for the first time.

You noticed how shy and nervous he was, so you came closer, grabbing his hand and rubbing your little thumb on his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down. 

“Do you want to come and play? I promise we're nice people,” you said in the softest voice. It only took a look into your eyes to make Jisung forget about his shyness, the warmth in them was enough to make him feel safe. 

He was 10 years old when he discovered he had a crush on you.

He was on his bed, trying to sleep, but he was wide awake, his chest heavy and his mind was empty, only you in it. He didn't understand why. Why was he thinking so much about his friend? Why did that hug feel so nice? Why did that kiss make him so flustered? Why couldn't he get you out of his mind? Or maybe he knew, maybe he had known for a while but he didn't want to admit it…

“Oh no…”

He was 15 years old when he realized he was in love with you. 

“Oh, c'mon dude, calm down.” 

“I can't because you were right.” 

“About what?” 

“I do love her.” 

He was 16 years old when he got in a fight.

“You fucking asshole!” And after that he punched Jeno in the face, making his lip bleed. “How fucking dare you!?” And another, he could hear your screaming but he was blinded by rage. “You don't love her enough!? Then you never loved her in the first place!” And another, and another and another.

He was 18 year old when he entered university.

“How did we let this happen?” 

“I don't know.” 

“We promised nothing was gonna change after me leaving.” 

“I know.” 

“Then why is everything different?” 

“Because…” He wanted to tell you, he wanted to confess but the words got stuck once again. He didn't want to do it like that, during a phone call while you were kilometres away. “We're dumb?” Your laughter made the ambience lighter. 

“Yes, we’re very, very dumb.” You wiped a few tears away and cleared your throat. “Let's start being smart again.”

“How?”

He was 19 years old when he confessed his love towards you.

“God, I fucking love you.” It was a whisper. It was innocent and said out of instinct, he didn't even realise what he just said until you left his side. 

“What!?” 

“Nothing.” He was ready to leave but your hand on his wrist stopped him. You made him face you.

“That was not nothing.” He didn't dare to look at you. “What did you just say Park Jisung?” Your tone was demanding and serious, not in an aggressive way but you wanted an answer.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Star Wars Visions (Season 2)

Since these eps are all roughly under 20 minutes I'm just lumping my thoughts under the cut for all of the episodes.

SITH

Art style is nice! (Kinda reminds me of Spider-Verse, which I love.) Color and lines everywhere makes the environment really unique. I want more to Lola's story.

SCREECHER'S REACH

Cartoon Saloon art style I love you and would recognize you anywhere. I'm in the mood to watch Song of the Sea again. Sith Mother had Looks honestly? Beautiful and appropriately unsettling.

IN THE STARS

Favorite episode. Claymation is always impressive to me. A good Imp is a drowned Imp.

Paint powered by starlight is something I wish I thought of for some fantasy stories I've been writing/written in the past, but man, this scene was pretty.

I AM YOUR MOTHER

Might've been my least favorite episode honestly? I'm not sure. The animation was done by Aardman, and apparently they had a Wallace and Gromit cameo in there somewhere, which I missed. I know I just said claymation is always impressive to me, but in my opinion I don't think a lot of the species we know/recognize translated very well in their style.

JOURNEY TO THE DARK HEAD

First time I saw Toul I couldn't help but think "Oh of course you have white hair and trauma." from my anime phase.

Also should have expected that Bichan was gonna be attractive under the Very Extra mask.

THE SPY DANCER

This episode just proves to me that Cirque du Soleil could go crazy in the Star Wars universe.

THE BANDITS OF GOLAK

Clothing design absolutely SLAPS for this episode. Just about everything really - music, atmosphere, ect. My oldest sibling feelings really came into play here though because I just wished Rani would listen to her brother and do as he requested. Charuk's trying to protect you and you're screwing around/attracting unnecessary attention, Rani... Kids are gonna be kids, though.

The lightsaber duel between Ragul and the Inquisitor was stunning. She may be older than the Inq. but she can still kick ass. 💪

THE PIT

The implemented timelapses in this episode were very cool. I had trouble watching the segment were Crux climbs out of the pit because I was so sure it'd end badly and he'd be shown falling to his death and nobody making it out.

And then he's thrown back into the pit by Stormtroopers later on. I was right about that being the way he died, just not right about when.

AAU'S SONG

Aau is precious and I'd die for her.

As these are all non-sequiturs they'll never explain how the Sith managed to bleed all of that kyber in the mountains on Korba but it'd be interesting to find out how. Like that was a lot of corrupted kyber.

[silveme]

I don't know if you're comfortable with this but could we maybe see a speedpaint or just a reference of your rendering process bc its so tasty

Hey! I only have one clip of my rendering process on hand at the moment and that is this portrait of Alfred from a while ago, I hope it’s what your looking for

I also have a step by step sort of tutorial slideshow of a portrait of Miguel on my tiktok at the moment if your interested!

I usually don’t post my timelapse’s very much cause I work quite unorganized tbh. Like they’re not very satisfying videos to watch cause it’s just like reference photos all over the place and things being completely rendered while another part is still super rough feel me. Not very #aesthetic to have a reference covering most of the portrait while I do one small segment. I’d describe my process as organized chaos usually (if you saw my layers you’d scream) but I’m very happy your interested though, I hope it helps you out in any way!

[rianafying]

still here doing my assignment and journaling

maybe the reason i'm avoiding my home is because it represents all the tasks i fail at, and all the things i could lose, that aren't even that great to begin with. like it's an okay apartment at best if im being honest. and i cant find my passport that i need to look for, and my myki card, and what else, im taking a timelapse rn, i was watching a movie that i paused to do this journal entry, if i had some food to eat, i'd never leave this place, im really happy here, doing nothing, maybe what i want to do is nothing. maybe we all work hard so we can rest. how ironic is that? life. what about it? have i ever had a thought truly worth sharing? is that even what matters? shareability? originality? but it feels good to be valued. to be enough. but is it enough just to be enough in the eyes of others? is it enough to be enough in one's own eyes? what is enough to keep on going? i haven't had water in many many hours. i think i am seriously mentally ill. and i have these obsessions. and it's just moments before everyone finds out what a monster i truly am and punishes me for it. it's all i was born for, to be punished and then to be punished some more, for a crime i didn't commit, or for not knowing what crime im committing, it's just such a chore, to keep on living. but hank does it, and so does john, and they have siblings and spouses and kids to live for. i don't and i don't want to either, i want to leave guilt free. free to go anytime i want. i am free to go, im always free to go yet here i am. why. why is everyone still here? they're better people than i am. they're more appreciative of life, more grateful for things than i can ever even try to be. even with my active gratefulness meditaions, most people are better people than i am. because they are better to themselves. i try to be my kindest. things are so complicated, all these letters im tryping into a magic box as i sit in an air conditioned room thousands of feet above ground, looking over at the sprawling metropolis that is melbourne cbd. i create content, i turn it in, i go home, i thrift. what for? make it make sense. make it meaningful. or make it stop. my butt hurts a little from sitting in the same spot for hours. i really hope the light doesn't come back on. it's far too bright and i hate it. i feel like everything's so compkicated. i have to think about how im probably damaging my eye and health by looking at my screen in the dark and not having eaten in 2 days. i feel like we're all collectively moving towards surviving in a perfect equilibrium to the point where any minor inconvenience is enough to send us spiraling on a tangent. people used to hunt and gather before. therewas no stability. all i know now is fear of losing stability. it's all about moderation. about towing the line. not enough and too much. at the same time. i wish someone would love me in a way i understand, in a way that i could love them back. love has no meaning and no place in my life anymore. maybe i need to have one of those moments again, the kind that makes it all worth it. and to remember that. nothing lasts forever.

[pichirobi]

I absolutely adore your art, especially the asheiji painting you did. I am new to painting digitally, so if possible, I would love to learn a bit about your colouring process 🥺

ahhh thank you so much friend!! 😭💗 welcome to the digital art gang! i love getting these kinds of questions, so feel free to send another ask if you want to know anything else in particular ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

here's a speedpaint of that asheiji artwork:

my painting is nothing refined! i get a sketch going on my first layer. the sketch is semi-clean (i erase and clean up guidelines as i go), but i will also write out notes on this layer and more strongly define shapes that i want to emphasize, like those little pouch lines under ash's mouth or the crease on eiji's cheek.

underneath this layer, i lay down my flat colors, and sometimes block in accent coloring (the blue and pink i've shaded with). i eyeball all of my colors from the rgb/cmyk wheel. no hex codes or value sliders, we die like men.

what i'll often do next is something i can only explain with respect to the procreate program: i will duplicate my flats layer > clip it down onto my sketch layer > turn the duplicated flats layer to the "hard light" setting > lower its brightness, increase its saturation, and add gaussian blur > merge it with the sketch. this is just a quick way to color my sketch lines, as one would color line art.

now that i have just one layer, i paint. you can check out how i do this in the timelapse. if you'd like to know what brushes i use, i'm not entirely sure how to upload them here on tumblr, but i'll give it a shot if you'd really like me to (FREE RESOURCES WOO 💪💪🔥💯)! the liquify tool is my best friend for tweaking proportions.

finishing touches are also super important to my painting style. here's where i adjust saturation, hues, contrast, and add details like freckles, eye shine, light source, etc. this process combines a variety of techniques and brushes which i could also break down in a longer, separate post. i definitely think this is what makes or breaks my artwork. (also, never doubt your ipad's gallery effect options!!)

thanks for your time! 🥰

[cqtlatte]

hiii your art always make my day better, so hope u had a good day too. But can I ask what brushes you usually use in your arts? Like the way you use brushes and colors are so good TuT I can't fathom it sometimes. How do u make those kinds of textures. I'm new in this tumbler, so apologies if it's already been answered before. <33

Heyo anon, thanks for asking and no problem! I've answered this a couple of times before across all my platforms, but ig this is a good opportunity to answer and add to my carrd FAQ! <3 Let me break down what I use them for a bit too. (lots of blabbing below so I'll but a read-more tab)

Main:

 (sketching) Design pencil (default in CSP, you can probably find it on the assets store because it was from the earlier version of CSP)

(sketching/coloring/general use) G-pen

(sketching/coloring/general use) Dense watercolor (same case as the design pencil)

As for brushes that I use for texturing and painting, I use the Daub brush pack for CSP. My favorites come from the aenigma, pigmento, and basiliscus sets. You can find them on gumroad, or just google! I believe they have brushes for procreate and photoshop too but I think the brush packs aren't the same across platforms. 

For making the texture itself, it's kind of a random process that idk how to explain properly lmao. Let me link my Kokomi timelapse so you can see how much I jump around the canvas to carve out the textures:

 I like to use different blending modes and layer tons of different colors. The color jitter function is super amazing too for that purpose, but probably shouldn't be overused for the sake of balance. (personally still trying to avoid over-saturating my works with textures tbh)

To be 100000% honest though, I tend to jump around a lot, and I certainly don't use all of those brushes in every piece.

I used to lurk around a lot myself and hoard tons of brushes other artists were using, until I saw a comment of an artist I admire: "sometimes the brush you use really isn't important. Without practice the painting will be ugly."(not the most accurate translation probably because it was written in another language)

After that I had like… an epiphany moment where I really believed them, and drew a Bonanus fanart in June. I made the lineart with a g-pen (which I never used cuz I always thought I'd be somehow inhibiting my creative power using default brushes or something), and the piece ended up blowing up on twt much to my surprise.. LOL. After that, I started to care less about other's brushes and instead of looking for more, try to figure out how I could make cool textures and strokes with the ones I currently had at my disposal.

(said bonanus art)

This isn't a statement to say "stop looking for other artist's brushes, copying brushes bad, etc" because there is a LOT that you can learn from using other artist's brush inventory.

But you can also have a lot of fun drawing when you focus less about what other's use, and more about what brushes YOU are comfortable using + feels right to you. Sometimes you may even need to tweak them a bit in their brush settings instead of using their default form before they feel comfy for you! It's a matter of exploring and figuring out what works and what doesn't in your workflow, hehe.

Anyways I hope this answer helps as we all continue our art journey together. Sending positive vibes your way anon! <3

[blackstarchanx3new]

Sorry for spamming your notifs I was just wondering if you have any lineart/ coloring tips!

Im trying to improve my art and your style is perfect!!!

A joy you'd ask such an extensive question: I recorded a quick timelapse (Sorry I don't control the speed on Clip Studio)

I draw with vector layers for line art, meaning I can erase overlapping lines SUPER easy with a Vector eraser:

To make them not highlighted in orange btw (For CSP specifically) I believe you gotta go into "View" and "turn off vector paths".

I usually have a layer behind the characters that is "Grey" so I know where I've colored until I change it to black with protect Alpha.

In GENREAL advice I'd give: Do "Figure drawings" I think they're called. VERY QUICK rough sketches to get a figure/pose down. I draw like a speed demon because I don't focus on "Getting lines perfect" either. Paper is a less forgiving medium, when I was a kid (And even now) i sketch on paper with Pen. NO MISTAKES. WE DIE LIKE MEN. It makes you think a lot more about "How am I gonna do this right the first time" Basically: Your boy is quick, he likes to do it in 1 go and art style is pretty simple. Affective for making comics FAST. Which is what I care about since my stories/dialogue are kinda the highlight not the pictures, they just take my stuff to THE NEXT LEVEL. :)

Lately I've been trying to "Care less" about getting perfect clean line art (Tbh I think I've always cared a little less because SOME PEOPLE SPEND 8 HOURS ON A DRAWING AND HALF THE TIME THEY SPENT WAS ERASING SHIT. I COULD NOT. O.O)

The need for speed is because I need to make so many pages for all my comics in a timely manor.

Looking at AOT's butt ugly art and Chainsaw man's beautiful scratchy lines made me realize I was being way to uptight about my own shit looking "Perfect". So I've tried to be more fluid with it.

Speaking of: I recommend anyone who likes manga to try to mimic some art styles to learn stuff. "Why'd they do xy or z" "How'd they achieve x" ya know? Here's two of my avatars from my zelda videos (OOT is still in progress)

But it also depends on what you're TRYING to go for:

I don't WANT/NEED a consistent art style. I mostly just do whatever I feel fits whatever I'm working on. "On model" isn't in my vocabulary. X'D

I recommend studying anatomy because it REALLY amped up my abilities to draw the human body better. Full figure drawings, don't run away from things you might be bad at. X'D (Or work with what you do, I am shit at drawing hands, so they'll turn into weird monstrosities but nobody's said anything yet! XD)

People are seemingly willing to forgive a lot of mistakes: If it's funny. X'D I gotta try harder in serious scenes hahaha. Also having weird as fuck/abstract character design like my boys Ball and Bat

You're not gonna question anatomy choices for a thing that looks like THAT.

Simple character design is my passion~

For coloring: Outside of me understanding basic color theory I just do what makes my brain go BRRR so I can't really DESCRIBE why I like what I like? X'D

But here's some of my color palettes! I implore anyone to use them if they like them. They're not some trade secret, they're just colors.

Anyways that's all I got hope it helps. XD