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sanguinesorcery · 5 months ago

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@}~ Shout-Outs ~{@ and such

An expansion to this post from earlier, since I was at work when I reblogged it and I loathe writing on mobile Tumblr, app or not. So! Because I reblogged that from the source, I chose a small handful of partners I've kept in relative contact with or who have influenced me greatly while being here thus far to absolutely annoy gush over. So here we go!

@uramii || @red-man-of-mustache

Pasta! You're one of my favorite people here! Not only were you instrumental in my developing this whole lore for Tumblr consumption years ago, you've done nothing but show me kindness and indulged my dumbest ideas. It means a lot to me we've been friends all these years, even with that one period of absence, and it means more that after that you'd still welcome me back and continue to enable me in the best ways of course. I probably would not have found the drive to come back if it wasn't for your influences. I'm forever obsessed with our story together and I can't wait for it to develop more. We've always meshed super well, I think, and our writing styles have always bounced off one another incredibly easily. I continue to look forward to our future roleplay partnership and friendship together!

@dragmirc

Bunyip! Fifteen years is a long time, buddy. How have you put up with me this long! Most people would have ducked out by now but you've not only stuck around, but kept the most upbeat attitude I've met in a person. I probably wouldn't be here on this blog if it wasn't for you to begin with. You held my hand and told me to keep going when everything crashed and I felt like it was all for naught, and this whole thing was going to never see the light of day again. Thank you for pushing, and thank you for being supportive in all the other ways I needed. I'm super happy to have been the enabler for once, and it's been an absolute joy to watch you finally feel like you can stretch and work out your own ideas and interpretations without restraint. I'm always looking forward to our interactions, even with your weird schedules, and our bantering shortforms have me in absolute fits, no matter how long or short they are. It's also really nice to have another geologist nerd I can scream at, I hope your current dirt analysis is going well. 'lil golden shit' still lives rent free in my head, thanks for that.

@obraveyouth

Rinni! I have known you for about as long as it takes me to finish a bag of chips. Which is actually about a month. It's a really big bag of chips, okay. But, I feel like we've already been friends for so much longer than that! To find out we have a lot of the same tastes in a lot of things makes everything super fun, and I love that you are always asking me things to vomit details on you like the doofus I actually am. It really helps me keep my lore-weaving up to date and I'm always happy to see your interest in it and its deeper dealings. I know we've only just started interacting, but it's always such a delight to see what you have developed, and I love your personal interpretations! They add a flavor that makes your Link truly unique and super fun to read and write against. I can't wait to keep writing with you!

@askganondorftobadragmire

Lightning! We always said worldbuilders just find each other. And that is super true in our case, isn't it! I absolutely love what you've done with the world of your AU, it's been a delight to learn and understand all the neat little details you toil over. The fact that you were super nice right out of the gate sold me to wanting to keep talking to you, and I'm happy I did! I know we don't talk a whole lot outside of casually projectiling details back and forth, but I'm always happy with our pokings regardless, it makes me happy to see you around. I'm having an absolute blast mashing our worlds together. They fit in so nicely, it's like puzzle pieces falling into place. It's super fun bouncing ideas around and what little is actually planned, I'm excited for! It's great fun to tell a story with you, and I'm looking forward to our future shenanigans for sure.

#have some #Shout Outs #and things #uramii #dragmirc #obraveyouth #askganondorftobadragmire #is it still a reblog meme? maybe

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shmowder · 7 months ago

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Hot and fresh from the oven... here's my Patho OC.

Galina Todorovskaya lives in the town she was born in and works as a plague doctor's assistant. Unlike in the Capital, where plague doctors have long since fallen out of fashion in favor of more modern medicine, here they reign supreme, medically speaking. Behold the power of the leech.

There was a small outbreak of a different plague in the town in the recent past, so she's had some practice, but she'll discover that the Sand Pest is quite a different beast. Of course, when there's no plague around, a plague doctor must remain employed and useful somehow, so she is equipped to deal with regular doctorly duties as well. Involving leeches.

I imagine her town is similarly isolated and about the same size as Town-on-Gorkhon. In fact, she's never left it. Her father is the governor's second-in-command, the governor's assistant, if you will. You could say she comes from a long tradition of assistants. They aren't rich, but they're comfortable. Still, her parents have a bootstraps mentality and won't let her get away with idleness. They wouldn't hire a nanny, so from the get-go she played a big role in helping to raise her several younger siblings. She's got more than a touch of Eldest Daughter Disease, I fear.

The governor communicates with Alexander Saburov via letter, as town rulers are wont to do, and Galina's father sometimes shares the information gleaned from these letters at dinner (or sometimes she'll sneak a peek at them in the night). She knows bits and pieces about the first Sand Pest outbreak in Town-on-Gorkhon, which piqued her interest.

Five years later, shortly before the arrival of the next Sand Pest outbreak, she gets word of T-o-G's current situation. Let's say a little birdie informed Saburov of Isidor's unrest, who passed it along to Galina's father's boss. He fears a difficult trial approaches? He's the town's only doctor? An idea begins to take root, though not without some internal struggle.

The truth is, she feels stifled. Resentful, even, but I don't know if she'd admit that even to herself. There are no prospects in this town; every day is the same. Although she was able to move out and afford a modest apartment, the proximity means she's never far from her younger siblings and she continues to take care of them in her free time, rescuing them from mischief they get into as they grow older, perhaps more frequently than she would like. She finds some escape in her work, but it's clear there will be no advancement. Always the plague doctor's assistant, never the plague doctor :|

Maybe now's her one and only chance to get out. Maybe if she doesn't take it, she's going to stay in this town forever and get bitterer and bitterer until she snaps. There is guilt and regret involved, but she makes up her mind to take all that she's learned somewhere else. Town-on-Gorkhon didn't ask for a plague doctor, but by golly they're getting one.

She arrives in the town a couple days before Day 1. She introduces herself to the Saburovs first because of her family connection, and is able to rent another modest apartment, either in the Earth quarter or the Knots quarter. Nothing really happens until the Sand Pest begins to make itself known on Day 3; after Isidor's unfortunate but convenient demise she'd probably be in talks with Saburov about starting to treat patients, but she's only just begun getting the lay of the land and all.

Well, whatever life she envisioned is thrown off kilter by the arrival of Artemy, Daniil, and the Sand Pest. Perhaps she should be grateful for the Sand Pest for giving her a better opportunity than she could have ever wished for to prove her skills. Though of course she would not wish for it. Would she? Despite the horrors it wrought, without this plague, she might never have been anything in this new town.

𓅪 Scene break! Personality interlude: Responsible, thorough, not at all squeamish. Obviously she keeps some thoughts to herself, as all people do, but she tends to be honest and direct when speaking, but chooses her words carefully. Doesn't embellish or use flowery language. Not shy, not afraid to express disagreement, but tries to be tactful. Good listener, good under pressure. Good with children (never wants to see another child again). Gets frustrated when people don't pull their weight. Not prone to big displays of emotion.

Is somewhat allergic to fun. Plays the piano. I think she'd enjoy the theater performances while they last. Sketches to let off steam sometimes (I didn't envision this until I made the graphic but then I was like, well I have to incorporate this somehow!). Aside from this, she's not very in touch with her latent creative side. She's hesitant to allow herself to indulge in any childish impulses she may feel.

Deep down she wants to feel seen. She wants someone to make her feel like she's being let off the hook for something, taken care of. Because of this she can be pliant and manipulated. If it happens, she's at least self-aware enough to feel guilty. She would not express this out loud. She'd only say she's tired. Of what? Oh, nothing, she could only use a 13 hour long nap, that's all. (End interlude) 𓅪

She clashes with Daniil, definitely. She does not seem to be aware of how barbaric her practices seem to others. Thankfully, most of the townspeople are used to Isidor's steppe medicine and are willing to accept Galina's as well, and even among those who have spent time in the Capital, they've spent enough time in T-o-G to be like yeah, all right, there's a plague on, do the leeching if you think it'll work. Daniil however will openly express his disdain. Galina may be a bit defensive of her methods.

Instead of the hospital at the theater, she visits patients in their houses as is the custom in her hometown. Either she's very lucky, or her town has developed a beak mask that really does protect from the plague miasma. I have a theory that she does the leech treatment on herself every so often, and as you pointed out, leeches are of the earth so maybe the really do have some kind of anti-plague property. It's not 100% reliable, but it does raise immunity.

Prefers tried-and-true methods over innovation. Has more of a no-nonsense bedside manner; she's gentle enough and explains things clearly, but doesn't sugarcoat and isn't lovey-dovey.

She's more willing to cooperate with Artemy and while she doesn't incorporate his steppe treatment into her repertoire she doesn't fight against it either. And since Artemy's the one basically in charge of the kids around here, all the better to leave him to it and let him do his own thing. They coexist.

Develops a soft spot for Grace and Notkin, against her will. Possibly has the power to resolve a Notkin-Khan dispute or two. She's a good mediator, but no one leaves as happy as they would have if she'd picked a side. I'm not sure she'll ever meet Taya, but if she did they would totally bond over her secret love of sickly sweet foods.

Avoids Clara like the plague!! (Ha.) The one teenager she has no chance in hell of wrangling.

I think she gets on well with all three ruling families. She knows her way around an authority figure. That was not meant to sound dirty.

She gets Katerina board with the leeches and adds them to her morphine regimen. Naturally she begins closest to the Saburovs, but she feels she's running the risk of her life continuing on in much the same way it had before. She doesn't want to feel stifled like that again. And of course, the presence of Clara doesn't help.

She gets drawn into the Kains' (you know I mean Victor) web because it's something different. (See also: paragraph 3 of the personality interlude). The Polyhedron... oh the Polyhedron. She is not particularly interested in conquering death. For now she likes it because it means the kids have a supposedly safe place to be. Cue the Patrick Star meme - We should take Bikini Bottom the children and put them somewhere else. Any skepticism about the thing is expressed in a measured way, open to discussion. She understands it's the Kains' pet project.

She is not completely dismissive of it. She's definitely willing to believe in the Mistresses; coming from another small town with its share of unusual, even mystical beliefs, it's pretty easy to accept that they were a real thing. Just something else to incorporate into her belief system, fold it into a pocket in her brain and not think about it too much, just accepting it as a reality.

She feels threatened by Eva and poor Eva does not deserve it :( Universally loved, a friend to many, living however she pleases without appearing to really do anything besides being the sweetest soul ever? Yeah, Little Miss Repressed over here is not having it and will claim she's too busy for the overtures of friendship that Eva throws her way. Which is a real shame, because Eva could be the listening ear that Galina never really had. She's definitely not averse to socializing, but between her family responsibilities and the many acquaintances she made while traveling from house to house to treat patients, she never really had time for friendships.

Aglaya. She's a bit infatuated with Aglaya. But don't worry, there's little potential for a Victor-Galina-Aglaya love triangle happening here. Aglaya, the one authority figure she can't win over. Yeah, I think Aglaya can see right through her and finds her wanting, and also, she's put off by the leeches for some reason.

Does not approve of Bad Grief or the Stamatins... could maybe be won over by Peter if he saw her sketches, but if he doesn't I can't see him having any interest in her whatsoever.

I think Galina would be an npc. She's a healer, but not a capital H Healer, you know? She doesn't find a cure. Despite her attachment to Victor she's hardly a Utopian. There may be one or two times she catches herself feeling compelled to save the Polyhedron but then is like wtf. Ultimately, she either helps Artemy (or doesn't stand in his way) to achieve the diurnal ending. Artemy stays in Town-on-Gorkhon, taking his father's place as the town's doctor.

Galina goes across the river with the Kains and becomes THE plague doctor in the new town they build, so in the end she achieves what she set out to do.

Galina in the Sims 4! To be clear, I didn't draw any of the pictures in the top right. They're all stickers in Canva that I spent an obscene amount of time arranging. The bottom left and right images are meant to imitate the lighting in the dialogue screen and the character portraits :)

One of the nicknames for Galina is Galka, which translates to jackdaw. I think it's neat that there's some bird imagery for a plague doctor.

Songs: 10 Mile Stereo by Beach House; Laura Plays the Piano from the Silent Hill 2 OST

Thank you for hosting this event <3 This was so much fun to write!

Galina is a beautiful name, including her nickname was a lovely touch, too.

I like that she has established goals and motives. Why is she in the town, and why does she want to stay? Like a bird belongs to a nest, a plague doctor belongs to infected towns.

A healer npc, finally Stakh has a friend! Maybe you see her in the theatre hospital, administrating... rather creative treatment to the patient. Same as you see Rubin in there, sitting on the chair and directing the orderlies nearly every day.

But you did say she prefers going house to house, hmmm then maybe you stumble upon her while robbing–I mean checking on infected paitents inside their houses, yes yes. And meeting her is always a good thing because the infected people gravitate towards her in one room instead of chasing you around the building in the slowest game of snail and mouse.

God, poor Eva. She just wanted a friend but birdie over here still 6 feet deep into the closest and repression. I get it, Eva has a naturally relaxing aura that makes you want to be your true self around her, to someone always attempting to make up for an imaginary lack of something and doing the most just to be taken seriously, Eva can spell a death sentence. Someone like her can easily topple over the tower of Jenga that is Galina's carefully crafted professional persona. Another victim of imposter syndrome, been there, Galina.

Aglaya being put off by the leeches out of everything else is definitely hilarious. Like Ma'am, The Haruspex was just elbows deep in someone's guts–and not in the fun way. He used to extract organs bare-handed in P1, but this is where you draw the line?

Victor is 100% manipulating this lamb, I'm sorry. The man can't help it, unless she has Artemy's thick-headedness and the stubbornness of a bull, then her fate was sealed the second she stepped foot in his office. Much like Dankovsky's fate that same day.

Certified educated doctors with medical licences 🤝 Becoming the Kain's puppets

It's like the higher education you hold, the more prone to the Kains' manipulation you become. Which makes sense; academia drills it in your brain to respect authority and people more knowledge, the Kains embody all of those traits. The less involved you are with intellectualism, academia, and the upper crust, the harder of a time they have convincing you to listen to them.

I absolutely adore her cute stance in the first picture. The way her plague doctor coat puffs into a dress at the bottom, oh my heart she is so precious. The contrast between her cute but practical mask with the orderlies's long and boney ones. It's storytelling through design, showing how much she doesn't want to take up undeserved space, that even her subordinates hold more confidence in themselves.

I also like the braid around her hair. It makes sense for a doctor to keep hair off of their face—take notes, Danya.

Have this remastered meme in honour of the sweet lamb plague doctor finally getting an official name!

#♧other's ocs #♧oc event #♧🐿 anon

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marvelsrejects · 20 days ago

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FAVE CREATORS ART CHALLENGE! for @withered-rose-with-thorns

my big sis who introduced me to tumblr! your creations (even if we were not related and you could see me in IRL) are the most gorgeous on this website! i know you love colors cuz even in real life you adore flowers and vibrant colors, so to see that trinkle over into your works is so wonderful to see.

so for my list i tried to include sets that haven't been mentioned by anyone, i even went into your blog and tried to find those 'fave sets made by you challenge' that went around a few years ago. also quite a few graphics cuz i adore them and i think they always deserve more appreciation!

red caraxes (this set is just freakin insane!! the layouts are honestly comepletely ingenious!! i have no idea how you even thought of this i'm stunned! and the red!! mwah mwah the red just looks delicious!!)

orange ocean's 8 (your orange sets live in my head rent free! the way you make them so freakin colorful and vibrant is just next level!!)

hotd graphic (the first graphic in this list and it is an epic one!! the amount of effort you must have put into this in order to make this great textured graphic! i love the gradients and the thorns and the burntness and then this great smaller panel!)

red marvel (an absolutely gorgeous set!! the reds!!)

blue ciri (no one does colorings like you!! this blue is so freakin amazing!! and the blends work so well with her braids and her curly hair! i especially love that one where the open door is on her face it creates such a pretty aesthetic!)

now you see me 2 (this is a newer one but i adore 8-10 piece sets like these and the coloring is just bomb!)

damsel graphic (off the charts fantastic graphic for this netflix movie! and i know you also enjoyed the book so i just find it so nice that you created sets for it! and such warm colors that fit so well for this one!)

red & pink marvel (your marvel sets are things of legend! the amount of vibrancy you bring to them is just astounding!)

alicent graphic (this graphic looks stunning! i love the green bright color! and the flowers and leaves and grass just looks so dope!)

orange ciri (the way you edited her face with a lovely orangey red color looks incredible! like can't believe how much warmth you managed to bring to this rather colorless scene and the great blends are combined with some textures which is just a cherry on top!)

rainbow marvel (it's a colorful marvel set, need i say more? your rainbows always come out great!!)

twilight graphic (what a wonderful set!)

orange hotd (i adore this episode set and i hope you make more! the tiny blends are super cute! but the orangey/red thing you manage to do, like how do you even-)

pink & cyan witcher (beautiful color combo! looks so fresh and sexy!)

sophie turner (this edit has a pretty orangey vibe to it and i love it! it's really subtle but i adore it!)

blue alec (shadowhunters has such an awful color grading so i respect anyone who tries to make colorful sets for it cuz i know your ps skills must be tested to do it well!)

natalie dormer (yeah your celebrity sets also look great)

cyan twilight (your twilight sets are so good cuz you love it and it truly feels like you can feel the warmth coming off your sets!)

harry potter graphic (okay this color combo of brown/white looks so freakin cool and another graphic that looks so lovely!)

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captaindarksword · 8 months ago

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"I wonder why people treat bb shippers soooo horribly ( sarcasm

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In a world where Bumbleby was written better, a scene with Sun approving of Blake's choice to be with Yang would be agreed upon. But because of how our world is, the story decisions made, and how parts of this fandom are incredibly toxic...

Bruh Sun Wukong must be living rent free in their heads like who the fuck wakes up in the morning and comes up with this shit?

Psyga315 OP • 4d ago Okay, like, come the fuck on here. Cool it with the "I really want Sun to rub it in the antis' faces that Blake and Yang are fucking".

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Mystech_Master • 4d ago They’d totally have a scene that is basically Sun staring at the audience saying they were always just friends because he KNEW her and Yang were destined to be together or some shit like that which is meant to make Sun sound like a supportive bro friend guy but it is just stepping in the antis.

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SpudDan • 4d ago "About time you two got together. I knew right from the start that you were made for each other! Now come give me a nice platonic friendship hug, oh buddy ol'pal!"

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Dizzytigo • 3d ago Oh god, like Jaune going "I've been waiting for these two friends of mine to kiss forever!" Do not like, big ick from me.

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Narrow_Ad_7218 • 3d ago Well he's doing her mom so it works out

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u/Awest66 avatar Awest66 • 3d ago "And now I'll introduce you to my new close female friend with clear romantic undertones to show that I've moved on and there's no hard feelings"

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SpudDan • 2d ago Guess it would either be that or even worse: implying he started dating Neptune out of nowhere.

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u/Awest66 avatar Awest66 • 2d ago (Shudders)

That idea is all kinds of cringe.

(I hate

I remember when volume 2 had just released and saw how a Bee shipper wanted Sun to just die already so Blake and Yang can hook up.

fuck off with that

Psyga315 OP • 4d ago "This would make the antis furious, and I wouldn't feel bad for them at all given how many of them treated Bumbleby shippers horribly for years."

This sentence right here is the exact reason why Bumbleby shippers get a bad rap in the RWBY community.

Like, you guys got your validation. You got the kiss. But that's never enough.

You want to create pointless scenes of other characters (conveniently male characters) validating Bumbleby when it would feel more forced than the guy voiced by one of the head writers going "I've been waiting forever for this moment".

You want to make sure Bumbleby wins every single poll forever and when another ship beats them, even if it's legit, you start throwing a shitfit.

Hell, it even extends to other ships in RWBY. An obvious example is Black Sun, but we also see that Freezerburn, a WLW ship, also gets caught in this crossfire by virtue of Yang being shipped with Weiss.

And now, you simply want Sun to start praising Bumbleby like the second coming of Christ for the express purpose of treating "antis" horribly, doing no better than how Bumbleby shippers were treated.

It's even more insulting because for years, Bumbleby shippers have been dogging on Sun and, by extension, Black Sun shippers, calling Sun all sorts of names just to get at the shippers and make them problematic. And now you want him to be your mouth piece just for one more middle finger?

It's shit like this that's why people view Bumbleby as a toxic relationship or even why the homophobic Ruby meme took off in the first place. Because they made the bees furious, and I didn't feel bad for them at all given how many of them treated shippers horribly for years.

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mako-makerz • 4d ago StrawBana is a better Ship because the VAs are married. didn't they make Jaune "praise" them getting together??

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And how were the bumblebee shippers treating Sun for years?

Not the shippers harassing non-shippers for years trying to make it out like they're the victims. Bumblebee is bad. It has never been good. Get over yourselves and accept that your ship is a bad piece of representation. If the writers actually knew how to write, we could have gotten a decent queer romance, but no. No, we're stuck with this shit.

That's my problem with shippers is the fact that most of them don't really care about the story they latch on to. It's like the rabid shippers with a manga I read called d.gray-man. They got really toxic to anyone who dared not agree with there ship accusations of homophobia and hate . They also would demonize any female character as the devil while infantilizing the characters they were shipping. The only difference between them and wasps is the author of d.gray-man didn't cave to them.

#anti bb

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crehador · 1 year ago

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do you have any fav icsm works, like fanart or fics ? -🪱 (lord the worm is so ugly when it isnt android)

oh so so so many lmao i could go on literally forever my doujin shelf is nearly at maximum capacity

i will try to limit myself to two or three things here (even though there are a bajillion talented lovely flawless smic/icsm artists out there who i love and respect equally)

dear lover by ann (tora link) will forever hold a special place in my heart, it's a simple little moment but very sweet and gets bonus bias from the fact that some of this artist's other work is what converted me to icsm in the first place

tanukitsu by chiho (tora link to book one) is like the icsm au that lives rent-free in my head forever, i genuinely love chiho's tanuro and samatokitsune nearly as much as their canon counterparts no joke

(links are just for reference/samples, these are older works so none are in stock)

i'll force myself to stop there or i would just keep going forever lol but that is just like the tiniest sliver of the pie

ACTUALLY I LIED ONE MORE RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT

ok so this is really shitty because i cannot for the life of me remember who the artist is so i can't even try to find this specific piece but i can describe this little fancomic perfectly because i love it so much

it was a short little like 4-panel (maybe more than 4 panels i'm not sure) gag comic where the premise was like ichiro and samatoki are together but still keeping their relationship a secret

but one day after hooking up they left and grabbed each other's mic by mistake? so ichiro unknowingly left with samatoki's mic and vice versa, and had no idea... until!

until ichiro (with his brothers) gets into a rap battle and summons his speakers and of course it's SAMATOKI'S SPEAKERS that appear behind him and jiro and saburo are just fucking staring at him and ichiro is like ".........do you see it" and saburo being the brutal little shit he is is immediately like "WE SEE IT IT'S A BIG FUCKING COFFIN OF COURSE WE SEE IT"

(i'm translating very loosely because my memory is not perfect but i distinctly remember the words クソでか棺 like never in my life will i forget that lmao)

anyway there was also a little follow up panel where ichiro's speakers slammed down behind samatoki and jyuto was like screaming something at him (i remember this part less vividly but it was also very funny)

I LIED AGAIN ONE MORE RAMBLE AFTER THIS

so after describing that one i just remembered another silly little comic that i love so so so much, alas i once again do not remember the artist and cannot find it but i swear it exists or at least existed at one point (many of these are ancient and some artists may have deleted/locked since then)

but there was this other comic that i think was for ichiro's birthday and the premise was basically like the year before samatoki had promised to throw him a proper birthday party (because it was still tdd era)

and samatoki made BIG PLANS for it, like a year in advanced he booked a fancy venue ordered an enormous custom cake (it was a huge fucking wedding cake looking thing i remember that very clearly) and so on and so forth

so then ichiro's next birthday rolls around but IT IS NOW BACHIBACHI ERA LMAO so when samatoki starts getting calls on the day of, to confirm his reservations and such, he's like "wtf" and then SUDDEN REALIZATION DAWNS and he spends the whole day scrambling to cancel everything because obviously he can't throw ichiro a party now

but he MISSES ONE THING and (i may be messing up some of the details here it's been a long time since i've seen it but) i remember the end being ichiro at his place being delivered a massive bouquet of red roses with a card that said something like "from your best friend samatoki" and ichiro just being like "....................."

yeah

good times

(eta: i could be wrong but i think i remember 'best friend' on the flower card being like literally 'best friend' in katakana which made it extra dorky and hilarious to me)

#asks #hi worm!#tragically many of my favorite works exist only in my head now bc i've lost track of so many artists throughout the years #now i can only feverishly describe them like the charlie kelly conspiracy meme

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nexility-sims · 2 years ago

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What was your initial inspiration for your story? What idea came first, the plot or the characters?

ahh, what a great and slightly complicated question ! i’ve addressed the basic “how did the story come to be” question a few times in bits and pieces, particularly this answer about sources of inspiration, but the gist is:

the direct inspiration was alyssa’s story (@thegrimalldis). hers is how i learned “royal simblr” was a thing. i was intrigued by the tropes that accompany most royal stories, by the big events friends did together, by the collaborative storytelling possibilities. i've always been scornful of irl modern royalty, tbh, although the history is more interesting. i'm trained in "history from below," so i don't spend much time at all thinking about kings and queens and rich elites during work hours. why not do it with a hobby, i reckon ! in this general sense, the plot came first, and was a basic starter premise of “what if the right/wrong person married into the wrong/right family.”

however, the characters—some of them—were very much preexisting. i’ve been playing with the same family, the bancrofts, since … winter 2016 or something like that. the key to longevity, for me, had been incorporating new ideas or fascinations into my legacy gameplay. obviously, if i wanted to do a royal story, then it would have to be connected somehow ! i refashioned rowena a little bit, since i’d played with a story involving her in the past, and decided she’d make a perfectly scandalous imported princess. therefore, rowena existed first.

i think it's fair to say that royal simblr is mostly white and euro/anglo-inspired, in terms of the characters and the cultures depicted, so i wanted to go in a different direction. i created the reyes family once i had the story idea, and they ended up being shaped by courses i was taking at the time and curiosities living rent-free in my mind. it's hard to escape the influences of colonialism even in fiction, but the kernel at the heart of my worldbuilding is meant to be a rejection of settler colonialism first and foremost. so, the plot and characters have become intertwined with that creative interest—imagining an otherwise, another version of the past, if you will, to be cheesy. apparently, one thing about me is that i love doing research for work and also for fun fkjdlgjfksg

#love this!#i hope it's a mass ask bc i'm so curious dfsdkjfdsf #i need a tag for these kinds of questions hmph

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oflights · 2 years ago

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thanks for the tag, @liesmyth!

favorite time of the year: autumn for sure; i’m a scorpio, i love the weather and getting to wear sweaters and break out boots and drink cozy spiced things. i also love winter though; big Christmas person, and it’s my favorite time to live in nyc.

comfort food: i like doing long, slow braises in the dutch oven on the weekends, so anything like that. but also Chinese takeout

favorite drinks: i make a different kind of fruit and/or vegetable juice every day, depending on what’s in season, and i’ll try anything tbh. also this time of year i always have cider in my fridge, plus i’ve started mixing chai concentrate and almond creamer and whizzing it up with a frother and it’s. so good.

do you collect anything: not really; pretty books? though a few years ago my aunt thought I’d started collecting salt and pepper shakers and told other people in my family, who all started buying me cute salt and pepper shakers. I have no idea where she got the idea but I have a bunch of very silly ones now that just like take up room in a cabinet do not recommend collecting these btw

current song on repeat: the trapeze swinger by iron and wine, because of the orpheus fic lol

favorite video game: zelda breath of the wild; generally any zelda game. outside of zelda, i put 500 hours into animal crossing nh which seems insane? also just a ton of hours into stardew valley, which I have less shame about; it’s a wonderful game. oh and hades!! I’ve been itching to do another hades run soon.

favorite fic: i’m bad at identifying all-time faves because my brain tends to hyperfixate on things and i can’t even think of other fics i love. so these are drarry fics that are currently living in my head rent-free! ⬇️

yours is the earth (hold on, hold on) by chickenlovespumpkin; i love horror fics, and fucked up relationship dynamics, and alternating timelines (duh). this also has my absolute favorite proposal ever ever. it’s perfect.

I Do Not Love You by @writandromance; i’ve recced this before but it’s genuinely one of my favorite pieces of writing ever. you will never be able to hear the song “piano man” and not want to die. i even made a playlist of all the music the author suggests for each chapter! i’m a pianist, so this fic and the accompanying music just hits me right where i live.

Watch The Castles Burn by @moonflower-rose; this is just a regular rotation reread; i love it so much. so funny, sexy, angsty; the tension is so good and everyone is simply very attractive in this fic.

if you’ve changed your mind by warmfoothills; i love the approach to this fic. it’s so sweet and cozy and has just enough UST and longing for me.

tagging @moony-saraneth, @silverinerivers, @miss-ivyness, and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

#fic recs #tag memes #if the only thing you take away from this is ''i have to try chai concentrate and make lattes'' then this is a productive post

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rezzyromance · 4 years ago

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Idk if you like hurt/comfort stuff but this idea has been living in my head rent free for the last week and I just have to tell someone about it. Heisenberg overworks himself and gets sick (idek if that can happen but I don’t care) and the reader goes to take care of him and he just gets so soft because no ones ever cared about him like that before and just 💕💕💕💕💕

Yess I love this!!

Taking care of Heisenberg while he's sick. (Heisenberg x GN! reader)

(Tw: hurt/comfort) He couldn't even focus his eyes on his work anymore. He was surrounded by notebooks filled with notes, ideas, blueprints, and god knows what else. He had been working nonstop for two months trying to perfect a new creation to add to his metal army. But this whole time he's come face to face with failure and malfunction. He was only working on a just a few hours of sleep. Sleep that he had accidentally fallen into. Now, he was hunched over at a desk. Sweaty, shivering, exhausted, and fighting a nasty cough that echoed through the whole factory. It was so loud even you could hear it.

You left him alone to do his work while you spent some alone time with yourself. You were lonely and worried, but he could get pretty irritable when working so you didn't want to interrupt him. You were laying on the bed that you two usually shared, attempting to take a nap, but the loud echo of Karl coughing his lungs out kept you up. "That's it.", you groan to yourself as you stand up and make your way to his office.

Once you made your way to his office and opened the door, you were greeted with an ugly sight. He had his elbows on his desk with his face in his palms. His hair was matted and greasy and his skin was pale and covered with a sheen of sweat. "What do you want?", he asks with hoarse and weak voice. "Oh Karl..", you're shocked at the state he's in. You walk over to him and take a look at his desk. There were scattered pieces of paper, some were balled up. "I'm working.", he said in a blunt tone. "No you're not. Karl you're in no shape to work right now... this last journal passage doesn't even make sense!", you point at his journal. He had written an entry, but the words slowly became scribbling messes that vaguely resembled letters.

"When's the last time you slept? Or showered? Or had something to ea-" "Did you come in here just to talk shit?" he cut you off before you could finish. "Karl I'm worried. I didn't want to interrupt you but I heard your coughing and.... you really need to rest. I love you and I don't like seeing you like this. You can't even work like this." He was silent until he started coughing again. It was a really nasty cough and when he was done he gave a deep sigh. "You're sick Karl. C'mon.", you started gently rubbing your back. The feeling sent tingles through his feverish body. "Let's get you cleaned up, get you something to eat and drink, and then you can get some real sleep.", you tried to persuade him. He was quiet again. "..fine", he said before he started to stand. His legs were shaky and his vision blurred. You grabbed his arm, scared of him falling. "I'm okay.", he says as he places his hand on yours. You then began to walk with him as he stumbled to the bathroom.

You started to fill the tub with warm water. "I can bathe myself.", he says after coughing again. "You're weak Heisy. Just let me take care of you okay? I wanna make sure you're okay." He didn't fight your words. Once the tub was filled, he began to strip. You took his dirty clothes from the floor and took them to the laundry room, setting them to the side to clean later. When you came back to the bathroom, you saw him laying down in the tub, nearly asleep. "Don't drown on me.", you joke as you grab a rag. His eyes opened at the sound of your voice. You soaked the rag in warm water and began to rub his forehead with it. His brow furrowed at the sudden sensation. "You don't have to do this.", he says, worried that he's become a burden. "I know. But I want to.", you continued to gently rub his face. Next came his hair which you wet by gently pouring water from a bucket. Then, you started shampooing his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. He felt like he was melting under your finger tips. His sickness mixed with the heat from the water made his brain feel foggy, and your touch made it all feel like heaven. He still didn't understand WHY you wanted to care for him. He opened his eyes and gazed into yours, the question still lingering in his head. You responded with a warm smile and a kiss on his forehead.

After the bath, you brought him some new, fresh clothing. "Come on. You're laying down and nothing's gonna change that.", you begin to lead him to the bedroom, taking a towel with you. "Yes ma'am.", he says as both a joke and not. Once he sat up in the bed, you straddled his lap and began to gently dry his hair with the towel. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, resting his face on your stomach as you continue to dry his hair. Once you're done, you cast the towel to the side and hold each side of his face in your hands. "Am I gonna make it, doc?" he says with a cheeky grin. Finally, he started to look more like himself. "I'll do my best. I'm gonna go fix up some soup. Don't die while I'm gone.", you say as you hop off the bed and make your way out of the room.

He had gotten comfortable under the covers while you were fixing some food. He stared up at the ceiling, a million thoughts racing at once. "Why are they taking care of me? Why are they putting in this much effort? " There was only one answer. One answer that was so overwhelming. No one was there for him like this before. No one went out of their way to make sure he was okay, especially dealing with his stubbornness before hand. His eyes began to burn as tears started to form. He immediately began rubbing his eyes, refusing to let himself be anymore vulnerable than he already is.

You made your way back to the room with a tray that helped you carry a bowl of soup and a glass of water. "I hope it's good. I don't cook often but I tried my best.", you say before handing the tray over to him. "You're spoiling me, buttercup.", he says as he takes you by the hand. He wasn't sure of what he was doing. He just wanted to holding your hand for a second. "Spoiling you? I'm making sure you don't work yourself to death. You've already managed to make yourself sick." He laughs quietly which triggers another cough. He sat up and started to enjoy his meal while you sat beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder. You could feel his body still shivering, but not as bad as before. "Please don't ever do that again.. I mean I understand how important your work is, but I don't want to see you get hurt. You need to take care of yourself. You're important Heisy. And I love you.", Your words made him freeze. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He took a deep breath and swallowed his pride for a second. "I love you too.", his words were quiet but genuine. You knew he wouldn't like it if you made a big deal out of it, so you didn't. Instead, you smile and give him a soft kiss on his cheek. He knew you loved him. It took him until now to truly believe it, but now he knew.

#re8 #resident evil village #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg fanfic

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apixrl · 4 years ago

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DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman fluff #fluff #x reader #anime x reader

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stitch1830 · 3 years ago

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Hola Stitch, my favorite little blue alien, you! 💙

I’m feeling for Aunt Zutara (and uncle Zuko) HCs for the Kantoph babies (metal babies?).

I just love Toph and Katara’s sisterhood friendship and would love to know how these two would support each other through motherhood. And what are your thoughts about it.

Hope you’re having a lovely day!

YES YES OKAY ZUTARA WITH METALBABIES :D These ideas have been living in my mind rent free for a little bit and I’m so glad you asked :’)

To start, I see Katara and Zuko having two girls (Kya and Izumi) in this AU, and then Toph and Kanto have a girl and a boy (Lin and Jian).

Zuko absolutely loves spending time with Lin, and then Lin with his girls is just added fun! They’re all energetic and adorable and for the most part, Lin is basically a carbon copy of Toph and Zuko thinks it’s so fun to see a mini Toph running around. He spoils the girls to no end, and whenever he’s with Lin, he always gives her a piece of chocolate or something.

Lin likes to pretend that she’s much bigger and older than she actually is, so she likes having tea with Uncle Zuko and ‘play’ Pai Sho, even though she mainly just organizes the pieces into pretty patterns on the board.

Perhaps Lin loves animals, and so whenever the Beifong’s visit the Fire Nation, Zuko has a new stuffed animal waiting for her, and they always spend a day feeding the turtle ducks. And whenever Zuko carries her around the palace, she just has a list of facts for whatever animal she’s obsessed with for that week.

He loves spending time with Jian, too, especially because Jian is a firebender (Kanto has some FN blood in him, but it was still a surprise when Jian sneezed a little fireball for the first time). When Jian’s older, Zuko teaches him a few moves, but as a baby/young boy, Jian prefers the company of his mother or his aunt, so he usually ends up conceding and giving his attentions to his daughters and niece.

Katara, while she loves all her nieces and nephews immensely, has a very soft spot for Jian.

He’s very giggly to start, and his smile and laugh are absolutely infectious. He loves smelling flowers despite his allergies, but his sneezes are really cute so it’s not that big of a deal lol. When he’s older, he likes to pick flowers for his Auntie. In general though, he loves giving his Aunt Katara things to hold or to share when they play. Flowers, dirt, stuffed animals, wrappers, bracelets, etc. Whatever he picks up, he likes to give to his aunt (some items are not so cute, but his smile makes it really hard to be mad at him LOL).

I feel like he shows his affection a lot through touch because Toph shows her affection that way, so whenever Katara carries him around, he keeps a hand on her cheek.

Kanto is very big on putting his kids in footie pajamas (much to Toph’s dismay), and Katara fully supports his mission, so she always buys new footie pajamas for them every time she sees them!

Jian is a great listener, too, so when Katara holds him and chats with him, he just snuggles his face against her neck, hand on her cheek, and giggles or smiles every now and then.

But when he sees his mama, he points to her and gets all excited and yells and everything and Katara just smiles and goes, “Yeah, buddy! That’s your mama!”

Katara absolutely loves seeing it, she gets a sneak peek at the joy on both Jian and Toph’s faces, and she definitely enjoys the moment.

Okay and then the final bit about Toph and Katara being best friends and going through motherhood with one another and supporting each other? A favorite thought in any AU. Toph and Katara are just amazing friends and it’s a given that they visit one another all the time (I also like to HC that Katara delivers the metalbabies, or just Toph’s babies in any AU haha). I think for Toph, being able to interact with Katara’s kids before having kids of her own gave her confidence and a bit of reassurance when she did become a mother, and with Katara, I think she really admires how well Toph adjusted to the change. I can see Katara being a little concerned at first, but then there was a moment where she saw Toph interact with the steambabies or Toph’s own babies, and she saw how much Toph cared for them that Katara knew in that instant that Toph was going to be a great mom.

Okay I think I gushed long enough, but really, I just… I love these ideas so much and I’m trying to write fics for them because my heart and soul need it. Anyway, thanks for indulging my zutara/kantoph fluff needs! This was absolutely perfect and they deserve all the fluffy moments. Hope you have a great day Nanu!!! :D

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Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

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batgurl1989 · 4 years ago

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A Campsite To Remember

Summary: You and Henry go camping

Word Count: 2522

Warnings: None that I can think of. Fluff

A/N: This is a continuation of ideas from @henrynerdfan and @stephartrave. A camping date. This follows after A Hike to Remember, A Picnic to Remember, and A Beach to Remember, and is currently the last of this series, unless another idea comes in that runs in this same vein. It has not been beta-ed, so all mistakes are my own. If you want to be added to my taglist let me know.

Taglist: @rmtndew @henrynerdfan @cynic-spirit @princesssterek @summersong69

The sun was warm when we arrived at the campground. Setting my backpack down, glad to be free of its weight, I looked around the site. There was a wood platform for setting up the tent so it would stay dry on one side of the clearing. Across from it was a picnic table and a firepit with a grill over it, perfect for cooking. Back down the path was a pair of outhouses. Not going to lie, that was one of the reasons for picking this campsite to rent when I looked it up online. Not having to balance while squatting over a hole seemed like something I would not want to do in the middle of the night if the need arose.

Henry scooped up my pack and moved it over to the wooden platform. He had been carrying the tent and the food. I had lugged our clothes and miscellaneous essentials we thought we might need, along with anything Kal might need. The Akita bounded around the clearing, barking at squirrels, letting them know he was moving in for the weekend.

“We made good time.” Henry smiled at me as he passed by on his way to set up the tent. I grinned, throwing a stick for Kal. I had offered to help build the tent, but Henry insisted he could handle it alone. Probably for the best, anyway, as tents and I didn’t seem to get along well.

Kal and I decided to explore the nearby forest, enjoying the fall weather. The leaves had changed once again, and the sun warmed the scenery, turning the whole area into a fiery display of colours. Kal pranced beside me, proudly carrying a stick in his mouth as though he had conquered it. I scratched his head as we walked, excitement blooming in me about this weekend. In honour of us being whatever we were for a year, Henry had flown back to Washington for a camping weekend.

Since our picnic date, we had kept in touch as best we could. His filming schedule kept him busy, and my job was becoming ever more demanding. We made sure to text as often as we could, call each other when the times aligned across time zones. Thankfully, we lived in a time where video calls were a thing. He had even flown me out to set one week for a beach getaway when filming went on a short break. We weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend, no labels, but we somehow knew that this was exclusive without ever blatantly saying it.

By the time Kal and I returned to the campsite the tent was up, and the sleeping bags were unrolled inside. Henry had gotten a fire roaring already. Even though the sun was still shining, it would soon set, and the bite of Autumn would follow quickly behind it. Even now the breeze that soughed between the trees brought with it a chill. The fire was a welcome balm to that chill.

When I stepped up beside Henry as he watched the flames lick higher, I slid my hand into his large warm one. He entwined our fingers, giving my hand a comforting squeeze. I leaned into his muscled arm, trying to absorb as much of his heat as I could.

“Cold?” Henry chuckled, dropping my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulders. He tugged me into the side of his body, tucking me close under his arm. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head, lingering there, resting his head on mine. “I missed you. I missed this.”

“I missed you too.” I whispered, wrapping my arm around his back as I snuggled closer. I sighed; it felt so right to be here, in nature, like this. Nature was sort of our thing, so it was kind of perfect we were celebrating with a camping trip. Kal bumped my free hand with his big head, causing laughter to burst from both of us. “Of course, I missed you too.”

Henry and I moved about the campsite in perfect harmony, getting things ready for dinner. I had prepared a few things ahead of the trip so we would need to bring less things with us, and still be able to have nutritious meals. That didn’t mean I didn’t also bring the ingredients for smores. Every camping trip need smores.

The tinfoil packets filled with chopped veggies grilled nicely on the open fire, and the steaks were done to perfection. I don’t know if I could have pulled it off if I didn’t have Henry with me. I know it’s a stereotype that men are good at grilling, but it must be for a reason. Kal munched happily on the dog food I had made for him while we ate, his tail wagging the whole time.

“Watch out! It’s going to burn!” Henry laughed later as he watched my marshmallow catch on fire. He reached over to pull it out of the flames, blowing the fire out while still laughing. I hit his shoulder lightly for making fun of me, but I was laughing too. “You can’t put it in the flames. You have to put it down by the smoldering coals. Have you never done this before?”

“I did it lots as a kid, but it’s been a while.” I admitted, tossing my burnt marshmallow into the fire, before stabbing fresh one on. Henry shifted closer to me, guiding my skewer down to the edge of the fire where there were a few coals glowing with a warm orange heat.

“The trick is to keep rotating it like it’s on a rotisserie, not letting any side get more heat than the others.” Henry slowly spun my skewer in my hand, showing me his technique. I was distracted by his closeness, so it was a good thing he had a hold of the stick, otherwise this marshmallow was going to end up covered in ash. Risking it anyway, I kissed his cheek. A smile broke out on his face, but he kept his attention on the fire. “If you keep doing that, you definitely will burn your marshmallow.”

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” I admitted, pretending to take his smore making seriously. I had to suck my lips into my mouth to stop myself from laughing. He kept spinning the skewer, concentrating on it as the gooey confection on the end turned gold.

“Graham cracker and chocolate.” Henry instructed, getting ready to pull it from the heat. I held out the pieces I had prepared for the doomed marshmallow. He placed the warmed pillow of sugar on the piece of chocolate, and when I pressed the second graham cracker on top, he slid the skewer out. “And that is how you make the perfect smore.”

“Yum! Thank you.” I stared at the perfect little dessert sandwich, watching the marshmallow ooze out the sides. When I looked up to thank him again, Henry surprised me by pressing his lips to mine softly. It wasn’t as demanding as some of our kisses could be, or as chaste. It walked the line between the two, flirting with both sides equally.

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” Henry grinned when he pulled away, tossing my words back at me. I slowly opened my eyes. I would never complain about surprise kisses from this man. “You had better eat that before it gets cold. Cold smores are not as enjoyable.”

I mentally snapped out of the daze his kiss had put me and concentrated on eating my smore before the thing melted anymore. As it was chocolate was running down my thumb, threatening to drip off my hand and on to my jeans. I licked it up before that could happen, catching Henry watching me as I did. A blush crept up my neck, heating my cheeks when I realized what my action must have seemed like. Henry quickly looked away when he saw that I caught him, a blush painting his cheeks as well.

Night fell fast out here, and between the fresh air and the hike to get out to the camp, I was exhausted early on. My full stomach probably didn’t help as I fought off a food coma. Henry noticed me trying to stifle my yawns, covering them up behind my hand as I looked away from him. Chuckling, he patted my leg. We had already cleaned up the food and hid it in the cache to keep bears and other critters away from it. We had just been enjoying the fire and the clear night.

“Time for bed, love.” Henry encouraged as he stood up. He offered me his hand, which I gladly took. My body felt limp and sated after sitting by the fire with good food warming me from the inside, and the guy I was camping with warming me from the outside. He wrapped his arm around my body, his hand resting on my opposite hip as he guided me to the tent using a flashlight to see with. “Go in and get changed. I will wait.”

Kal had already put himself to bed in the tent, but he raised his head in greeting when I entered. He had taken over Henry’s sleeping bag, claiming it as his own. I laughed as I shone my flashlight at my pack so I could find my pjs. I pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for Henry so he wouldn’t have to go digging through the pack as well. I quickly changed in a pair of flannel pajama pants, tugging on warm wool socks. My heart sang as I pulled on one of his old shirts that he had left last time he visited, just for me. It didn’t smell like him anymore, but he promised he had brought some more to swap out this one with.

“Your turn.” I smiled, unzipping the tent flap to step out. Henry ducked inside, and faster than I had been, changed.

Kal was unmoveable, even though Henry tried to pull his sleeping bag out from under the Akita. The dog just grunted and seemed to make himself weigh more. I chuckled, flipping open my sleeping bag in invitation. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about sleeping beside Henry. If nothing else, he radiated heat and could be my personal furnace.

“Are you sure?” Henry double checked before climbing in to join me. Up until now, we had never slept together. Even during our beach getaway, we had two beds in the room. It had been really hard to resist the temptation to crawl into his bed that night, but I didn’t want to cross a boundary he might not be ready for. I found out later, he had been thinking the same thing.

“I’m sure.” I promised, letting as much of the promise show in my eyes as it did in my words. Henry carefully slid into the cramped space of my sleeping bag. I found it adorable that he seemed to try to make his massive body smaller, to take up as little room as possible.

“Maybe if you…” Henry trailed off as we tried to figure out how we were both going to fit in the sleeping bag. Our legs were tangled together already, and his arm was under my head. I nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his scent deeply, trying to cover it up by pretending I was just searching for a comfortable position.

Suddenly I was being rolled up, so I was laying basically on top of Henry. He smiled as he flattened himself underneath me, his shoulders spanning the width of the sleeping bag. Both his arms were around me, shifting me so I was more on top of him. I wanted to fight him, but there wasn’t a lot of wiggle room.

“Just give in.” Henry whispered in my ear before I pulled my head away to search his face. The smile gracing his face reached his eyes, letting me know he was fully onboard with this position. “Unless its too uncomfortable for you.”

“No… No, it’s not that.” I tried to relax. This was the closest we had gotten other than when we were hugging in the ocean. His hand smoothed down my back, sending tingles up my spine. Being this close to him was shorting out my brain and I couldn’t think straight. His finger under my chin had me looking back at him, his eyes searching mine for what might be wrong. “I just… don’t want to squish you.”

“Trust me, you won’t.” Henry laughed. I had to laugh at my reason too. This man was the strongest he had ever been and could easily bench me plus some. He cupped my cheek after tucking my hair away from my face. “How about this? If during the night either of us gets uncomfortable, I will sleep with Kal. Just say the word, and I’ll move.”

“Okay.” I said quietly, scared he would move now. I really was enjoying being this close to him. Though I am positive sleeping beside Kal wouldn’t be a new thing for him, I would feel bad kicking him out of the warm sleeping bag. Henry’s eyes searched mine again, making sure I was 100% okay with this.

“Oh. And to warn you, Kal snores.” Henry chuckled, wrapping his arms around me again, pulling my weight fully onto him. I hadn’t even noticed I was trying to hold myself off him until he did that.

“I remember.” I laughed, reaching over to give the Akita a pat good night, before tucking myself into Henry’s body. I was about to tuck my face into his neck, probably about to shock him with my cold nose, but I wanted one more thing.

I lifted my head back up, looking down into Henry’s blue eyes, getting momentarily lost. He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised in question. I smiled, and slowly lowered my face to his, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. I savoured the way our lips moved against each other, the way his tongue gently explored my mouth, getting reacquainted. The kiss wasn’t rushed, but it still made my toes curl and my skin tingle with goosebumps. The passion was slow burning, drawn out in long languid reverence.

As far as good night kisses went, this one was my favourite. Probably because it was our first true good night kiss. It wasn’t the chaste one we had offered each other at the beach hotel. This one was a kiss people more familiar with each other shared. I couldn’t help the grin on my face when we pulled away from each other. It was still on my face when I tucked my face into his neck, biting my slightly swollen lip, going over what just happened in my mind.

“Good night, sweetheart.” Henry whispered, smoothing my hair down before kissing the top of my head. I pressed a kiss to his neck, whispering the words back to him, silently praying Kal would hog his sleeping bag tomorrow night and we would have to do this again.

#henry cavill x female reader #Henry Cavill Fanfic #Henry Cavill Fanfiction #Henry Cavill x Reader

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macaroni-rascal · 4 years ago

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Waxing poetic idea: virtuosity

First of all, what a concept for a waxing poetic, we love the pun, we love it all. Second of all, I have no idea just how long this has been sitting in my inbox, but better late than never, I suppose!

When I think virtuosity I generally think about music, so for the purposes of this post, I am going to focus on how Virtue and Moir are masters of musicality, as I can make a separate post about their general talent and skating skills.

I truly believe that Tessa and Scott were (and continue to be) the most musically inclined ice dance team ever. It’s nothing new, but Paul MacIntosh their old coach has spoken before saying there as just something natural about them and their ear for music, Tracy Wilson commented on them as juniors and early in senior as a team that really listened to their music and that they used their edges and knee bend to match the rhythm of the dance, etc. It was obvious that this team just had a certain ability and flow that went above and beyond what had been previously seen in the sport.

They were ice dancing to music, not figure skating to background noise.

There was always an impression that music meant a lot to them, and the emotional connection they felt to music was very important, the program they hated the most (Malaguena) was because they didn’t chose it themselves, and the program they had the most trouble with emotionally (The Seasons) was because they also couldn’t form a connection and tried to force something. The stunning thing about Tessa and Scott’s skating is that nothing ever looks forced, it all seems to be placed and done to maximize their ability, the music, and the art of figure skating. So, cmplpete with hyperlinks as well as gif credit, lets get into it.

I say that Valse Triste is one of my favourite free dance of theirs, but I don’t think people get just how much. In terms of how much a song can be elevated by movement, VM did everything correct with Vale Triste.

This perfect moment in the beginning where the music is drawn out and sweeping and so their movements match perfectly, I just love the ina bauer moment right on that first long violin sound, followed by Tessa’s nice deep long edge and then another sweeping movement. Also, the last lift directly on the crescendo of the music, when Tessa raises her hands into the air when the silence holds, and then again, that lovely piece of silence while Tessa is balancing on Scott and his squat. Then the last moment with Scott’s arms and the violin again... All of this matches the music so well, it very much feels like they had this choreographed already, and then Jean Sibelius wrote Valse Triste for them. So stunning.

Umbrellas of Cherbourg was just a piece of mastery in terms of hitting musical highlights. The first lift was so effective, all the of the step sequences were musical and lilting and joyous. I also love the moment in this gif, the abandon in their movements echoes the abandon in the song as Catherine Deneuve sings “je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas” and it really does feel like they can’t help but move this way. I don’t need to understand French to feel it, they made the movement match the music so well that it becomes universal. Special shout out to the fucking stunning backwards inside edge they both hit as they go around the corner. *chefs kiss*

What I also love about their virtuosity and their musicality is that they never really settled. They picked a very difficult piece of music for the Olympic year because it was the only music they felt any connection with. It was a hard program because they really took time to highlight the music, and the accents are quick and staccato. What’s stunning, is that I think anyone who watches/knows vm can perfectly hear the music that should be playing over the gif, and nothing else COULD be playing. So often, especially recently, I watch ice dance programs if feels like any generic music could be on and it wouldn’t change much. Tessa and Scott could never. Every movement and every moment is deliberate and on theme.

Tessa and Scott’s dance holds are a literal thing of beauty and should be studied. That doesn’t have much to do with what I am writing about currently, but I thought it needed to be said. Nights and Days is an all time favourite programs. We love a wango. I love the opening especially and how they go from a nice easy arm movement to two quick poses, then Tessa’s moment with that leg and giving that face, that hit the opening notes so well, only to have the music really begin with their leg kicks.

Let’s talk about how a waltz goes counterclock wise on a dance floor and is quick-quick-slow and Tessa and Scott started their program going counter clock wise around the rink, and having their movement begin slow-quick quick, slow-quick quick...because I’m never not thinking about it

There are so many moments in their free dance to Hip Hip Chin Chin that I desperately love and that I have yet to see gifs of it. Besides the stellar and iconic opening footwork, the coolest twizzles (accenting the drums with their transition into each twizzle), and some very cool lifts (I mean, hello temptation lift), I love the step sequences and the transitions in this program so much. Some favs include:

Tessa’s booty pop to the drums and her arm on “rhythm”

Tossing Scott and a literal hip hip chin chin

Hitting twizzles and free legs on beat

Tessa just in this moment and her arms

The “I can’t resist” moment and the silence as they just pull in on beat, throw their hand up on beat, and hug on the ice sensually

That little kick they do in the step sequence right on the double beat

Anyway, that program is a fucking wonder and the fact they only did it once fully in competition is a small tragedy.

Tessa’s twizzle from the Waltz goes on right on that stunning lick of effervescent music lives rent free in my head and will until I die.

As does the extension and flair Tessa gets in this one small hand and arm movement. More character in this tiny little one second gif of carmen than in the entirety of Davis and White’s Notre-Damn that year, quote me.

Carmen, in and of itself, is so fascinating and intricate from a music standpoint, they hit all the moments so well. Tessa’s second leap into the air on the curve lift, the ending pose for the twizzles, that rad as hell and incredibly difficult transition where Scott all but throws Tessa face first into the ice and she lands in a sort of lunge that took all season to perfect. I could go on.

I truly am, one day, going to make a post about Dream a Little Dream and how it is the best short dance program ever performed. In terms of virtuosity it is unmatched. Again, it is that type of program where you can so easily hear the music playing the background because everything just...fits. I can hear Ella crooning “stars shining bright aboooove you” as Tessa rounds around Scott and his arms flow along with the melody. I also love the moment with “sycamore tree” and the transition there. Shout out also having the solo lady twizzle in the finnstep right on the boom of the music. There are too many moments to count. The whole program is magic.

Another special shout out to the latch step sequences and especially how they changed the diagonal step so that Tessa’s double twizzle hit right on the music and created such a moment. I also love the straight line lift and how with the changes made so it was timed perfectly to be in a moment of silence between lyrics. Tessa and Scott know how to use the moments of silence and stillness just as much as they know how to use the moments of intensity and attack.

Moment of appreciation for the guitar lick during the rumba where they kick in as they get that chocktaw key point before the inside 3-turns. Iconic behavior.

What I love is that they dig deep into their music, really listen, and really try and make their movements and their program not only match the music, but elevate the music to the point where you hear things you maybe didn’t before because it never got highlight in that way before.

I love that they aren’t afraid to not only hit the big, in your face “rooooxaNNE” moment, but it’s that they chose to put it at the end of their twizzle sequence which needs perfect timing, perfect synchronicity, and perfect attack. Not to mention, the amazing head-head moment with the violin right after. But then! It’s not just the end of the twizzle sequence, because they also accent the music every where in between because the first set is on beat to the music as is the second set which leads into their arm transition in character and then we get the big moment. With Tessa and Scott, their musicality is such that they create these little micro pockets of moments amidst one giant moment that is their full program; because the twizzles fit perfectly in the program, but the twizzles also stand alone as their own moment of tension and release -- just magnificent.

Off topic, but gosh it always amazes me just how fast they are going into and through this lift. As I’ve mentioned previously, it’s not just the big accents they are hitting, but the small ones as well. It took me half the season to realize there is a lovely little piano lick right as Tessa backflips and rises up into position, just as the music is rising along with her and once again, it just feels right. No other teams owns the ice and owns their music quite like them. Because it’s not just that they are so musical, its that they have the ability to skate to all of these different types of music, and look at home in every single one. In that, they are objectively unparalleled.

When Tessa and Scott skate, it almost feels like the music is asking them to create something, and is ultimately grateful for them doing so.

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anjuschiffer · 4 years ago

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Maribat Prompts/Au/Ideas That Live Rent Free in my Head

A while ago, I said I would share a few things that I’ve been wanting to write...

Damigami (platonic)- Damian decides to make a fencing team at Gotham Academy (because he’s bored) but couldn’t make a team with the minimum amount of members to apply to competitions. Damian decides to venture into competitions on his own, going as far as entering the Cadet World Championships (or juniors...I don’t know much about fencing pls bare with me). While waiting for his match, he decides to check the women’s division and sees Kagami utterly defeat her opponent. He wants to approach her to ask if they could have a match of their own, but is called for his own. After winning his own, he sees Kagami and asks for a match. She tells him that she will be up for a match after winning her next and final match. BOth end up winning their final matches and Damian asks her for that match. She agrees. They become good sparring partners and friends.

Jasonette - Jason and Marinette are neighbors, but have never actually met each other. Mari often works during the day at her boutique while Jason is a stay at home dad with two adopted kids nicknamed Xol and Matt. At night, Mari sometimes checks on the kids because she knows that their father works at night. (The kids like Mari a lot, especially her cooking and baking.) One day, while with the kids, their father comes home early and Mari forgets to breathe. Jason wants to scream at the kids for letting someone in but after getting to know her, he’s okay with Mari looking after the kids while he isn’t there. A week later, Jason is asking Mari for help. To pretend to be the kids’ mother for a home-visit from their school (a nosy parent told the school she often saw the kids by themselves). Mari agrees and chaos ensues (because these kids want their favorite people to stop beating around the bush and get together already).

Luka and Cass (platonic) - Luka (as Viperion) finds Cass during patrol one night and discovers she’s in Paris as an undercover agent for Batman and Co™ for the Hawkmoth situation. (They got their distress signal a week late.) Cass is surprised that he got it correct, Luka explaining that her song told him as much. While Cass remains in Paris, the two share each other’s interests with each other

Adrijon - Clark is wandering around the house, cleaning up the place while Lois is off out of the state to get the scoop on the latest national incident. While picking things around, he starts to notice how pricey and how nice these items look, wondering if they were Kon’s. After all, Kon was dating Tim and Tim always paid for whatever caught Kon’s eye. However, Kon doesn’t recognize any of the sweaters, coats, scarves nor trinkets as his own, leaving Jon as Clark’s only answer. As he enters Jon’s room, he’s met with Jon wearing the latest Gabriel piece from that week’s fashion show in Paris. Clark only then finds out that Jon’s boyfriend was yet again another rich boy. What was it with his sons dating millionaires/billionaires?

Wally x Mari x Jinx - The JL is still young, still getting used to getting requests, especially international ones. So when they get an SOS from Paris, the JL want to send the Teen Titans but can’t so they send Wally and Jinx who meet Chat on one of his solo patrols. They get along well but when they meet Ladybug, the couple immediately click with her. The trio often spend time together, Wally and Jinx always there for Ladybug/Mari (Chat always complaining that Wally and Jinx stole his bff from him). Even after the defeat of HM, Wally and Jinx continue to be there for Mari.

Corpse Bride inspired Au, Damigami - The Tsuguri’s have an arranged marriage with the Agreste's, but Kagami isn’t exactly on board with the idea (sees how uncomfortable Adrien is to marry her) and wanders through the woods to clear her head. While saying her vows (in hopes of trying to find a way to clear her head), she ‘weds’ Corpsebride!Mari. Mari is shocked at first but whole-heartedly accepts Kagami as her groom. Kagami tries to tell Mari it was a mistake, but Mari doesn’t listen. Kagami finds a way to return to the land of the living for help, only to find out her mother is now marrying her to the Wayne heir Damian. Kagami is then found by Mari and Mari confronts her on ‘cheating’ on her. MIsunderstandings and drama later, Kagami is about to marry Mari when Adrien crashes the wedding. Mari confronts Adrien (they were supposed to get married/had eloped) and ends up clearing the misunderstanding (someone had murdered her on her way to the wedding). Adrien drinks the poison to be able to be with Mari, leaving Kagami by herself. Or at least she thinks so. Damian had called off the wedding, and instead told her if it would be okay to just be friends and get to know each other. She agrees.

No Miraculous Au, BFF Adrijon- Adrien is on a fashion tour and ends up in Metropolis. He meets Jon but as Jon gets to know Adrien, he finds out about his situation. One thing leads to another and with the help of Bruce, the Kents have a new family member.

Juleka x Rose x Cass (platonic or romantic) - Juleka and Rose meet Cass on one of Prince Ali’s charities in Paris, a charity where Bruce and Oliver are at. Bruce brought Cass while Oliver brought Artemis. Rose quickly tries to befriend the two but Juleka reminds her to tone it a bit when she notices that the two are having trouble trying to handle Rose’s energeticness. But the girls find themselves getting along, especially Cass. Cass is intrigued by Juleka and Rose’s dynamic, how Rose is able to understand both her and Juleka with little to no words. She finds herself accepted by the two, keeping in touch with them and visiting them (with the help of zeta tubes)

Roynette - While visiting Titan Tower, Speedy meets Red Scara, a new teen who recently wanted a change of pace after defeating her villain in her hometown. While at first he didn’t pay much mind to her, he started to like her after being paired up with her on missions. He couldn’t help but enjoy their missions where they would have to go undercover. He gets to see Red Sacara in so many pretty outfits. He always compliments her, but Scara never fully accepts it. When Roy asks why, Scara says it's because she’s nothing like this. Roy calls bs and when Scara reveals her face, reveals her eyes, Roy couldn’t help but fall in love with her even further. “Who doesn’t love eyes as bright as sapphires and stars freckled across such a loving face?”

Big Sister Mari - Flash brings in a child who he found lost in Central City to the JL. Robin (Dick) watches Barry get scolded by Bruce, only for Barry to tell Mari to tell everyone why she was there. Mari shows off the ring she was wearing, that allowed her to transform into Noir. That it was the last magical item from her Earth, as she had used said magical item to destroy the others (after freeing the Kwami). How she used the knowledge as Guardian to move to another Earth to hide the last miraculous and was looking for a place to live. Bruce takes her in, earning Dick an older sister.

Cassette (I blame Phi for making me have a new fav ship) - Cass was looking through Marinette’s scrapped designs, designs that Marinette loved but others didn’t. Seeing her upset, Cass commissions her to make them for her and she adores wearing them. (Cass always shows them off to her brothers and family)

Cassette - Cass teaching Mari ballet just so that she can always catch Mari.

Cassette - Cass wants to bring a date to the gala. She chooses Mari and practically goes around the Gala to show off her very cute date.

#maribat #anju's concepts #anju's ideas

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sourwormsaresour · 4 years ago

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Headcanons on the type of pets La Squadra would own?

Holy shit this was too fun to make, especially with giving the pets names.

Sorbet and Gelato have their own Crusty-White-Dog™ that's a Maltese Terrier named Armani. The dog hates and barks nonstop at everything deemed threatening (aka, everyone and particularly the rest of La Squadra) and yet those two will claim she's the sweetest thing in the world. True to her name, they deck her with Armani branded clothes, either specially made dog fashion or they had a DIY done to make it look like an Armani outfit- down to the bright pink leash she wears dripping in the Armani logo. She eats the finest dry kibble and only drinks Ferrarelle Sparkling water; she will know the difference if you switch it up. She's the epitome of "I demand pets but only do so with your eyes" to everyone. Despite loving Sorbet and Gelato the most, she demands all their attention on her and she will cockblock those two if she catches them being affectionate to each other instead. Despite having a nice bed, she always sleeps between the two of them and will whimper if they kick her out of the bedroom so they can get intimate. Those tear-stained eyes always look like they've seen everything, despite being constantly babied by her owners. If Armani could, she would kill everyone.

Risotto, the biggest man in Vento Aureo, has a little Syrian hamster he called Ace. He thought that a pet with a shorter lifespan would allow him the perfect balance of having a pet but not being very attached to it compared to pets that live longer- he was wrong. If you ever come into Risotto's office as he worked, either you are greeted with Ace running around in his green hamster ball, walking around Risotto's desk as he worked, or running in the hamster wheel behind the desk. Ace's tank is an old Aquarium tank Pesci gave to Risotto that is now full of soft bedding, toys, and Risotto frequently cleans it. There are days where Risotto just spends hours watching his hamster walk around the room, eating little treats, and staring at Risotto with its beady eyes. It's gotten to the point where you can't walk into Risotto's office without noticing a lone sunflower seed or piece of bedding on the ground that Risotto didn't notice until you pointed it out. Every time Ace passes from old age, Risotto buys a new Syrian hamster and calls that one Ace. He hasn't kept track of how many hamsters that came and went so far, but treated every one of them as if they were the first Ace. He takes pictures of Ace doing the most relatively boring things and will share them with his members.

Illuso got a Sulphur-crested cockatoo named Scapino as a joke. He thought they didn’t require much attention but later felt bad when he found out that they need specific proper care. He proceeds to care for it as if it was his child. Illuso taught his bird how to speak and swear at people, specifically swearing at Formaggio and occasionally at Ghiaccio. This man will shower his bird with the best treats (expensive nuts, dried fruit, chicken bones) and has a special bar for it to perch on when they're in the shower together. This bird has free reign all over Illuso's place and wears a little anklet thing to verify that it has an owner should it escape. The two of them have spa days together and it’s one of the most wholesome things in the world to witness. Scapino will actually join Illuso on missions too, staying in the mirror world the whole time, and it provides him some comfort from his social anxiety. Sometimes Scapino sits on his shoulder as he walks. Illuso trained it to stay and hide in the mirror world so that it wouldn’t fly away or blow his cover when he’s working. But the bird will fly around in there and will watch anyone that’s getting murked in front of him with no remorse and commenting on it too. Imagine you’re dying in the mirror world and your last moment is this fucking bird looming over you going “night night, motherfucker”. JESUS CHRIST.

Prosciutto used to be on the whole “pets are unnecessary” train but he had considered looking at breeders for the best quality dog. And then one rainy day he found an abandoned Portuguese Water Dog puppy in an alleyway and at Pesci’s insistence took it in. Turns out the puppy was bought by a rich family for their kid but then abandoned when the kid wasn't interested in it anymore. Prosciutto insisted that the dog was going to stay for one night and then sent to the pound first thing in the morning. It's been years now and the little dog is now a big fluffy good boy named Pon Pon. The second biggest chunk of Prosciutto's paycheck is for this dog; I'm talking grooming services with paw-ticures, an all-organic raw diet, the nicest beds that even a human would wish they can sleep on. Pon Pon is properly trained with all the basics and tricks, because Prosciutto doesn't want to deal with a misbehaving dog, but it will use puppy eyes against the old man now and then. He give you the best smiles if you call him a good boy and if you glance at the right time you can see Prosciutto smile for a brief moment. Had he lived longer, he would have made Pon Pon famous on Facebook like Boo the Dog. Prosciutto will also not admit that this dog has helped him get laid a few times, because every person he did bring home always got a kick out of Pon Pon.

Ghiaccio has a pet snake- an albino ball python named Bianco. Ghiaccio was also on the “pets are unnecessary” train too but mainly because he can't stand loud pets (i.e. Illuso and Sorbet and Gelato’s pets). When Risotto suggested he get a snake, Ghiaccio looked into it, researching and meticulously setting up the proper enclosure and found himself going to a local reptile expo to find Bianco for sale. He’s fascinated by his snake to say the least, and would use leftover containers or Tupperware for Bianco to spend more money on proper equipment or food. Ghiaccio is really involved in online reptile forums and frequently debates with people on topics such as the best substrates to use, whether live rodents are better than frozen, ethics of breeding certain species, etc. He often gets worried when Bianco becomes picky and Ghiaccio would spend sleepless nights trying to get his baby to eat. Ghiaccio would walk around with his ball python wrapped around his neck or lets him slither around in his room under supervision but he mostly leaves him alone in the enclosure. There are times where he would claim he has the best, smartest pet and everyone just rolls their eyes like “yes the white fettuccine that got stuck in a toilet paper roll an hour ago is so smart”. But they let him rant about it. It’s kind of cute to say the least.

Pesci is the definition of people whose entire LIVELIHOOD is making his room into an aquarium. His room is full of strictly maintained, cleaned, and decorated tanks full of various types of aquatic animals. I’m talking Dwarf Puffers (Antonio, Portia, Jessica, Bassiano, and Solanio), Albino Gold Axolotls (Moe, Larry, and Curly), Red Ear Sliders (Franco and Ciccio), Clown Fishes (Browser, Mario, Toadstool, and Koopa), Brazilian Sea Horses (Tom and Jerry), a Blue Betta Fish named Valentina in a 30+ gallon aquaponics tank that grows a variety of plants each season- to name a few. He rebuilt his entire room to keep everything running and even had Melone help him set up timers for lighting and temperature control. Pesci will cry if you somehow made the pH level off by 1 or did not care for his animals properly when he’s away. He’ll even lecture you about bad tank setup. He's a prominent member of the aquarium community in Italy and will regularly redecorate each tank to suit the year and mood. This is where he’s spending his cut on the 20 million lira job: caring for his mini aquarium room. He occasionally gives away his pets’ offsprings for extra money (he doesn’t breed but sometimes he ends up having a ton of baby animals he can’t take care of) and would have been a YouTuber for his fish content. Now that I think about it, Pesci reminds me of my mutual @nexter2nd. Please go follow them.

Melone has a Holland Lop bunny and you cannot change my mind. He actually had a pet bunny growing up, another Holland Lop named Echo and Grep, and his current one is named Sudo; all three are named after UNIX commands. He has a large dog crate he diy-ed to be a roomy enclosure in his room for her that he cleans frequently but also allows Sudo free reign of the room when she wants to go out. Because of his job, he makes sure all his wires are covered so his bunny isn't tempted to chew them and watches his bunny diligently whenever she roams around. Easter time is when the denim jacket, pastel bows, and flower crowns come out and Melone makes sure to take a lot of photos. He also housetrained his bunny and taught her a few tricks, similar to how he trained Echo and Grep years ago. Sudo is spoiled in terms of getting a lot of pets, new toys, and feasts on the finest veggies and delicious hay. Melone also makes sure the first thing he teaches his Juniors is to not harm the bunny. Surprisingly, he's against breeding Sudo and has her neutered. This is mainly because he doesn't have the time to breed and raise more bunnies but also he hates the idea of selling the grown bunnies off afterward.

You know that Formaggio has a cat: the little Russian Blue cat named Sweetie Baby. Sweetie Baby was a kitten that he found outside his home. The little thing was the sole survivor of its litter and nearly starving to death, so he took her in thinking he will bring her to the shelter when she recovers; that cat now lets him live in HER apartment rent-free. Despite feeding her cheap dry food and constantly shoving her into bottles, he treats her like a queen otherwise. He will dress her up in little outfits (much to her annoyance) and often would be too aggressively affectionate towards her. Still, there are moments where she would cuddle with him during the later nights and allow him to put on one iced-out bow he just spent a quarter of his paycheck on. Walking to his apartment and even the backdoor of La Squadra’s HQ means carefully walking through the stray cats mewling at your feet, because Formaggio will feed any cat he sees. Initially, Risotto wanted the cats gone, but then he finds out the cats doubled as security when he watched some robber attempting to break in but getting their eyes scratched off instead.

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"On this day, March 1st 2021, Marcher Arrant sets off for his biggest walk yet...a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail."Here we go!!! This is so surreal, I can't believe this is happening! I'm excited and nervous! This is so much more than a walk. Every walk I do is. It is my way of life, my art, my therapy, my source of meaning, ect. But this walk in particular is something even more. This walk is the crossing over of a threshold. It is a self created rite of passage, a new beginning. As a Walker my I embrace a philosophy of becoming, of constant movement, of no beginning or ending, constant flux. That being said, there are moments of being, moments when flowers bloom. I'm in love with shows and movies in which you see people become their destiny. It's perhaps a banal example but the first show that comes to mind is Better Call Saul. I watched that with such joy seeing him become the sleazy lawyer he was meant to become. I was destined to become this person I have always dreamt myself to be, Marcher Arrant. This walk is where I become him fully. I made a real life flag as a symbol of that. I was born a Walker. I began walking more than those around me when I was in 6th or 7th grade. And my love for it has continually grown through the years and there have been countless thresholds I've crossed that have been pivotal in marking me for my destiny. It was around middle school or early high school that I walked from my house to downtown Columbus, a 4 hour walk. I later walked there and back. Years later I walked the tracks from Boulder, Colorado to Denver, a twelve hour walk. I ended up doing that walk a lot. Eventually I walked to Denver and back, walking for more than 24 hours without stopping. Then I started doing aimless 24 hour walks all the time. I moved to Paris. From there I did my first long distance walk, a month-long trip from Paris to Rocessvelles, Spain. That opened up a whole new door. I then walked the entire length of every street in Paris. And on and on and on... so many walks. In Paris, maybe 10 years ago now, thanks to my homie Curve (@thecurvazoid, forever grateful) I began toying with graff, came up with my character and name. I later moved to Spain and did many more walks. For most of my life my walking was something personal that I did not share with anyone. I thought it romantic, beautiful and pure that my art was just for me. But then I had a health scare and it was then I got the urge to share what I do online. I felt I had something unique to offer the world and I did not want to die without sharing it. I am glad I did because doing so gave my life so much more meaning. I then got into making art and books and fell in love with that. 2 years ago I decided that before I did another big walk that I would catch my art up to my life and make books and art from all my previous walks so that when I did the next walk I could focus for the first time on making art and a book while I was doing the walk instead of going back and doing it after the fact. I finished all the art and books for my past walks. This is the first walk where everything comes together for the first time, the walk, the art, the book, the graffiti. Also over the last two years I decided to set up for myself work so that I will always have a job no matter where in the world I am so that I can walk with no pause. I began an online English teaching business. It was a long road to be able to get enough students so that I could make a living from it. I have finally gotten to the point where I am fully booked. I begin my dream life now, a sustainable life where through art and teaching English I can walk forever and take care of myself. My dream is to spend my life walking the world, alternating from long distance walks to living in new cities and fully exploring those, walking every street and painting and making art. This is a dream come true, my idiosyncratic idea of the perfect life, a life I will never tire of, one that suits who I am in the most perfect way. I am in love with the writer Nietzsche who philosophy was about making your life a work of art, living in a way that ties together all the aspects of you into a beautiful whole. The work I have done over the past few years with the walking, the graffiti, the English teaching, the art and books, the travel and how they have all tied together at this moment, with this walk, I have accomplished this goal of making my life a work of art and tying all the aspects of my life into a harmony. No matter what happens in my life now, I can die happy having accomplished this. For me, it is a sort of intangible form of art, my greatest accomplishment. It is so hard to figure out who you are and what you want when there is no precursor to it. I am so fucking proud of myself for believing in my strange vision despite the fact that until very recently it never gave me a cent, never did anything to advance my life or do anything for me besides the meaning it gave to me. It is so hard to keep doing something that seems to everyone around you, to society, to be utterly useless. You have to be brave and trust your vision.

The hardest part of any walk for me is getting to the starting point. I grew up pretty poor. When you grow up poor, at least for me, everything seems so out of reach. You have this unconscious feeling that you would never be able to do so many things. This is great because when you do those things your mind is just blown and you are so amazed and in disbelief and you don’t take it for granted in the slightest. I never in a million years thought I would be able to live in another country. I thought that was something rich people do which is totally untrue but that is just the kind of mentality you have when you grow up poor. When I moved to Europe it was surreal. Every single day, for the ten years I lived there, I was in total awe that I was there. I did not have a single boring day. Every single day I could not believe I lived there and that did not lessen a single minute bit the entire time I lived there. It is the same way I feel about doing long distance walks. I was so amazed by the idea of the Appalachian Trail when I was a kid. But I thought only rich people could do it. The fact that I am setting out to do it today is absolutely surreal. I am in total disbelief that I am doing it. I keep getting scared that somehow something is going to happen so that I can’t do it. I don’t take it for granted in the slightest that I get to do it. It literally feels like a miracle to me. And there are so many to thank for it. First I want to thank my mom and step dad who let me live at their house rent free while I worked on starting my online English teaching business and making barely any money. I never could have started my business without them and saved the money I have. I thank my grandma, my dad and step mom, my sisters, my brother and all my family who have helped me so much. Thank you so so so much to the people who have bought art, books, stickers from me over the past couple years, people who have given me donations, people who bought shirts, pins ect. I never could have done this walk without that support and I am eternally grateful and forever in your debt. I take none of that for granted. Thank you for all the kind words, messages and comments, you have no idea how much that has helped me to keep on. You have no idea. No fucking idea. I could kiss every last one of you. These past two years have been two of the hardest years of my life. For the past year I worked 7 days a week, waking up at 4:30am. For various reasons I went through some horrendous depression, so many suicidal thoughts. So many times I wanted to take the money I saved for this walk and check myself into a mental hospital. All the positive words from people really helped me to keep on. Thank you so much. Thank you to my crew, the Abe Lincoln Brigade, Impeach, Hank, and Alamo. I’m so grateful and honored to be in a crew with such legends, people who I’ve always idolized. Thanks again to Curve (@thecurvazoid) for giving me one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given, the gift of getting me creating art. And thank you to Art Primo (@artprimo ) for sponsoring this walk with art supplies. Not only does this help financially but the fact that such a legendary company believes in what I do enough to give me supplies is such an honor and so fucking encouraging.

There are two new things that I am doing with this walk. One, is that I will be making art with the guidebook pages as I do the walk. I have already made art with maps from my walks, but I did it after I did the walk. This is the first time I will be making art as I am actually doing the walk. I am so in love with this idea. And I love that when I send the art it will be from whatever town I am in along the walk. I think that makes the envelope itself kinda a piece of art. Selling art along the way will also make it so I spend the money for my trip at a slower rate and hopefully not end totally broke like I usually do. The second new thing I will be doing is making it so people can follow my walk online. I have a gps device that also tracks me and sends that information to a website. I think that’s kinda fun and cool. It also makes it so if you want to meet up and you see I’m near you you can reach out. A lot of people have offered me a place to stay or just meet up and I am so disorganized that It makes it hard to remember all the people and where they live. Hopefully this helps to make meeting up possible. You can follow my walk at share.garmin.com/marcherarrant. Again, thank you all for everything!

#marcherarrant #walking art #walking artist

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