#I have to like add them after I’m done typing to make sure they fit?

[hypaalicious]

Hypaa I am laughing at myself. I saw that first gif of a man in suspenders and a dress shirt with a glimpse of blond hair and went “Ignis? 👀” not realizing it was someone else entirely until I saw the second gif 😭

I’ll always be a disaster for Ignis ig, not that I’m complaining. —💕

I mean… I didn’t realize it fully until you said something and now I’m like, “oh damn of course he has an Ignis vibe at a glance… if Ignis was irrevocably evil and dedicated to eugenics!”

And yeah that’s a vest holder for his guns! Not like it matters when he shoots you because he basically becomes like some elite Neo-esque super soldier and absolutely whoops yo ass in ridiculous ways without bullets 😭

Either way… this is evidence that both of us have been infected by Ignis brain rot that will never go away, Ignis hell deadass is so eternal wtf 😭

[clockwayswrites]

I totally didn't write this with a fever.

wc: 815, Masterpost, Shopping Montage

“What do you think, parrots and way too many leaves or palm trees and waves?” Danny said, holding the two horrifically patterned Hawaiian shirts up in front of him.

They were standing in one of Crime Alley’s better thrift stores. While Danny had agreed to let Jason buy him some clothing, he had insisted it be at thrift stores. He wasn’t ‘going to let Jason spend that much money on clothing’, he claimed.

Jason figured that meant that Danny hadn’t clocked who he was yet.

Danny waggled the offensive shirts again.

“Tuesday…”

“Ah, I see, clearly it is option number three then,” Danny said somberly before dramatically pulling out a third shirt behind the other two and, “unicorns, rainbows, and hibiscus!”

It was eye searingly bright— like a pack of highlighters had thrown up on it— and clearly whoever had designed it had never seen an ungulate, rainbow, or hibiscus flower in their lives.

“No. No, you are not getting that because I am buying it for my fashion disaster of a brother. He’ll love it.”

“Really?” Danny asked, nose wrinkling adorably as he looked down at the shirt in his hand.

“Trust me, if you knew him, you wouldn’t be doubting it.” Besides, it stopped Danny from getting it even as a joke.

“Huh. Sounds like some brother.”

“That’s an understatement,” Jason said, taking the unicorn shirt and hanging the other two up. “Why don’t we start with pants. Three pairs at least.”

Danny scrambled after Jason. “Three pairs? That means I’d have four if the blood comes out.”

“It will come out.”

“Then that’s four! And that’s way too many.”

“One pair for every two days and a back up pair if you don’t get laundry done or lose another pair to a rogue attack,” Jason explained, finding the jean section. “What size are you and what type do you like. Baggy, boot cut, skinny?”

Danny stared down at the tables of jeans, looking more than a little lost. “Um, blue? Blue is good?”

“Disaster, Tuesday,” Jason said. He sized Danny up before picking out a half dozen jeans and shoving them at the other. “Try these on.”

“Jason, I really don’t—”

“Tuesday, I’m getting you three pairs of jeans. You might as well at least make sure they’re comfortable. Go try on the pants. If these don’t work, we’ve got others to try.”

“I, um, okay,” Danny said with a little nod and disappeared into the fitting booth.

As Jason grabbed another few pairs of pants, he had to wonder when the last time that Danny actually went shopping was from how he was reacting. Having to try on the jeans to make sure they fit was pretty basic. Hoping to make sure Danny really had enough clothing, Jason grabbed a few shirts to add to the pile. Mostly he stuck with basics, but he tossed in a few shirts that seemed nerdy in a way that an engineer might like. He pushed the pile under the edge of the fitting room curtain with his foot.

“What— I don’t—”

“Just be good and try on the shirts,” Jason ordered, as gently as he could, then he leaned against the wall opposite of the little line of changing booths to wait.

The sound of the curtain pulling open had Jason looking up from his phone. Danny stood just inside the booth, tugging down at the hem of the dark red henley where it set over the navy skinny cut jeans.

Danny shifted on socked feet. (Jason made note of the holes in the toes.) “I don’t know if…”

“Gives me a spin, Tuesday,” Jason said, tucking his phone in his pocket. “You act like you’ve never gone clothes shopping before.”

“Been a good few years,” Danny drawled, but spun as he was told. The pants did surprising favors for Danny’s ass for being thrift store pants.

“Never had that sudden growth spurt?” Jason teased.

Danny huffed. “I’m a short king.”

“Well, your Majesty, put both those in the yes pile and go try on some more.” Jason shooed Danny back into the booth with a wave. “When you’re done, we’ll grab you a pack of socks and boxers from the Dollar Tree next door— no arguing— and then I’ll show you the best diner in Crime Alley.”

“Am I going to have to let you pay there too?”

“Yep, so be a good figure head of a dated governmental system and hush.”

“Or it will be the guillotine for me?” The question was muffled as Danny changed.

“You’re too pretty to lose your head,” Jason said. “It would be the dungeons with you.”

Danny cleared his throat after a pause. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jason said with a chuckle and a determination to ignore that mental picture. “Now come on, show me the next outfit.”

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AN: And Dick wore that unicorn shirt far, far too often.

Hopefully it's coherent despite me being sick. The start of this came to me as I was trying to sleep with a 102ish fever so who am I to deny it?

Stay delightful (and hydrated) darlings!

I no longer tag for various reasons, but you can subscribe to be notified at the masterpost. (Queued this post so I'll update the masterpost when I wake)

[oct0bra1ns]

Just did my nails and in the hour it took I thought of this so do with it as u please

I don’t know if you’ve ever done anything like this

But like any type of yandere monster recreating your house/ room perfectly and then bringing you there and their super happy bout it and like ‘look what I made! Don’t you just love it? 😊😊”

like a demon? Omgmgmg or some hot vers of boogie man

idk tbh I have a lot of ideas I’m just trying to give u som of my mind

like summoning a demon bc why not? A bitch was bored 🌝 and it’s all scary and shit and you’re just totally chill, “hey man, didn’t mean to summon you- you wanna just like? I don’t know…go back to hell?” And the demon is obv offended

so it follows u around menacingly and yeah

ur his now ❤️

anyways do with this as u please 💕💕 I love ur writing sm btw, I hope the food u eat always taste good and yr pillows are cold on both sides!

Pairing: Yandere Monster x reader Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others , yanderes, notes: big brain, the best ideas always come when you're doing your nails tbh and THANK YOU, I HOPE THE YEAR GOES AMAZING FOR YOU. reblogs and comments are appreciated!

CONSIDER, the monster had already been admiring you for a while now, taking note of the style you wear, the food you eat, and trying to find what kind of house you'd like so all these things could add up as a plus point when you finally summon him.

Yandere monster who wastes no time in trying to get you to come home with him but the moment you ask him to go back sheepishly, he gives you such an offended looking, asking you what he lacks for you to try to send him away.

Eventually, he gets you to let him stay, allowing to choose whether you want to stay here or go back with him, either way, he'd making sure you lack nothing and are well looked after. He takes pride in knowing your tastes and admires the way your face lights up when you see what he's done for you.

If you choose to stay here, he changes his appearance to fit the standards of the humans whenever outside but in the house, he has no problem flaunting the markings on his skin and horns. To fit in, he uses his influence and power to build up a company from the ground, one where signing a contract with him means selling your soul for success.

He isn't concerned with competition, all he cares about his making sure you're well taken care of but do not mistake this for him being laid back, he's always at your side at parties or anyplace you go to keep other pests away from you, any idiot who dares to approach you will become bankrupt and deal with many things they've been trying to hide or they will be caught in an unfortunate accident.

If you choose to go back to his realm, the way your spoiled only amps up, being from one of the most influential families back home, you've basically become royalty. Of course, his people are not so accepting at first but seeing as he ranks way over them, they keep quiet, his family on the other hand will adore you, admiring the chaos you bring along with being their son's partner.

Always at his side in every event, not as an object to be admired but as his partner and equal and anyone who tries to approach him about how you make an excellent pet will be made an example of what not to do.

Loves picking out clothes for you that are from his realm, tailoring them to fit you perfectly and making sure that above anything else, you love the way it looks.

Any freedom you had back in the world is basically gone in his world, the people here are horrible, you never know when they'll decide to change their mind and try to show off.

octo notes:hmm, thinking of naming him deimos :p

[arttreyn]

Draw out your picture, can be directly on the page or a cutout. For this piece i did a cutout

I use more of my memo paper and scrapbook paper when I use cutouts, and before sticking anything down, I arrange everything into a design I like.

At this point i try to keep a color scheme in mind, I match the papers to the main colors of the piece, or for whatever vibe i’m going for. For instance if i was doing an underwater theme, I would stick to mainly blues.

In this case my colors are black, pink, and white. I sometimes deviate from the color scheme when its small stickers, but the majority follows the scheme.

Take note of any negative space, focus on those areas first.

Washi tape is one of the first steps for me. I tried to think of both the color scheme and theme. Theme isn’t super important, especially if you only have a few rolls of tape, but I try to match it with the image even vaguely.

cat, maid, cute- I tried to match these themes. If you really want to you could even go with a tech theme. I usually try to make the theme either what is explicitly shown or what matches the personality.

The biggest stickers go down before anything else. This is the time I use my planner and decal stickers. Most of the time the planner stickers have words on them but have no actual meaning, they are there because of their color, sometimes however, I put a couple planner stickers with a cheeky saying to poke fun at the characters, the “get it girl” being an example. Decal stickers are to go with the theme as well. Neko milk sticker is self explanatory, kuromi fits the cutesy theme.

Now is when i try looking for smaller stickers, and stickers of different types.

Following the theme, I put paw prints around the page

I like for nearly all my stickers to have some relevancy towards the plot or character or theme. This is not necessary and I don’t always follow this

Easy stickers to find/use regardless of theme are hearts, stars, and smiley faces. Hearts are always my go-to

I add more stickers to places that feel too empty, and I remove a few stickers I feel clash with the image. At this point I could consider this page done, however I want to get rid of any blank paper showing through.

I finish off with deco stickers, as they are very small. Whenever otacon is involved I like to use my computer themed stickers- and with huey I like to be either mean or ironic, hence the bad and devil stickers and then the “angel” sticker near him

Completely optional step- cover the page.

Be sure to take off any 3D stickers or embellishments beforehand, put them back on after covering.

In my journal, color/ink transfer happens a lot- especially if i use my gel pens. Instead of busting out the fixative spray, I like to cover my page in a shimmery laminate sticker. I also use clear plastic to cover the page, taping it over the page. The clear plastic is always Recycled, mainly from sticker sheets, the packaging or the sheet itself. Sometimes i use ziploc bags, once I even taped in tissue paper as a divider.

That’s everything!!! Feel free to ask any questions!!!

[something-about-sunflowers]

Thinking about Izzy with hanahaki, coughing up flowers over Ed for like 25-30 years. Yeah it sucks but its not gonna kill him. Obviously keeps it a secret (From Ed at least, Fang and Ivan caught on but they don’t wanna get involved in All That so they keep it to themselves and help Izzy out when he gets bad spells. None of them mention it but Izzy is grateful, which makes it all the worse when they start palling around with the Revenge crew over Izzy :’Tc).

(Uh, readmore cause I didn’t expect this to get. Like. Huge. lmao)

Then Stede Fucking Bonnet comes along and things get worse as he watches Ed fall for Stede, even if he doesn’t really understand. Still, he manages. Gotta push through, Ed would expect nothing less.

And when Stede leaves and the Kraken happens Izzy goes through a good bit of hell. Ed is barely out the room after the toe incident before Izzy is hacking up so many flowers he thinks he might actually die this time. He doesn’t, though. Cleans himself up, puts his shaky legs to work. (And then Lucius finds out, doesn’t really matter who pulled him back on board, Izzy knows about it because none of them are subtle. He keeps the secret because. He’s really not sure. But Lucius is in the walls and he hears Izzy having a fit and now he knows. He wants to ask. Tries to, even, Izzy shuts him down and he’s not even angry when he does it. Just. Defeated. Lucius silently adds another thing to his ‘Things I’m Gonna Bitch At Blackbeard For Once He’s Not Crazy Anymore’ list.)

When Stede comes back its. Better. For a while. There’s a lot of hurt all around but everyone is alive and they’re (mostly) talking it through as a crew. Ed makes his apologies to the crew, even to Izzy. Stede makes his apologies as well. Izzy accepts that This Is His Life Now. Since Stede seems to actually want to learn now that he can’t just throw money at all his problems Izzy offers to actually teach him (instead of ‘teaching’ him like Ed does). He shows him the ropes (literally), gets him passable with a sword, keeps Ed focused when he’s teaching him navigation (not Izzy’s strong suit, he can manage if he needs to but Ed’s always been better at it). They actually find themselves getting along.

Izzy starts joining the crew during ‘story time’ (sometimes its stories, sometimes its other group activities, easier to just give it the one label). One night, after Stede finishes the story and everyone is heading to bed, he watches Stede and Ed head to their cabin. Sometimes they’ll ask him along for a night cap, not always though, and its. Fine. But. He watches them head off without him. The way they hold each other as they go, smiling, only eyes for each other.

He barely makes it to his room before he’s coughing up the most flowers he’s done since Ed fed him his toe. He, frustratedly, sets to work cleaning them up but. He actually stops to look at them. He stares. And stares and stares.

Two distinct types of flowers littler his floor. He tries to deny it but he understands immediately the implications. Fuck.

Still, Izzy is nothing if not the worlds most repressed trooper. He sticks it out. Or. Tries to. Its hard because Stede and Ed keep asking after him and seeking him out and talking and touching him and. Its just camaraderie he knows but. It makes him want. And he knows he can’t have that. He wouldn’t have a damn botanical garden in his chest if he could. Its starting to take its toll on him though. He can tell its getting bad because Stede and Ed are starting to worry about him. They don’t say it in so many words but he can see it in their eyes. Ed is more hesitant to go on raids, makes up some excuse about his knee playing up more than usual, but Izzy knows it because he can see how his hands shake even when at rest and he’s thinking about him slipping up in a fight. Stede’s plying him with herbal teas and feeding him several small meals throughout the day, he’s noticed Izzy can’t stomach much anymore, how he’s getting weaker by the day because of it.

He leaves after Lucius catches him having another fit. A bad one. He says he’s going to get the captains but Izzy begs him not to. ‘Not yet,’ he lies, ‘I’ll tell them myself but. Just. Give me some time.’ Lucius begrudgingly agrees, gives him two days. ‘And if you haven’t told them by then I’m going to do it myself and you can thank me later.’ Izzy leaves that night.

He shouldn’t be surprised, when he finds Calico Jack in some seedy bar at the nearest port he can reach, though he is. ‘Thought you were dead.’ He finds himself relieved he’s not, its nice to have a familiar face around if he’s gonna die here. (He knows he’s dying. Not immediately, he’s got more fight in him than that, but. Its coming on the horizon and he knows it. Like he knows a storm eventually follows a red dawn.)

Jack eyes him, calculating, never as drunk as he pretends to be. Izzy doesn’t know what he sees but he breaks into his usual grin and says, ‘Nah, still got - what is it - four? Four lives left. Take more than some crazy bird’s cursed cannon ball to take down Calico Jack, babydoll.’ If it were anybody else, Izzy would be bristling at the nickname, but he’s long since resigned himself to being called things like that from Jack. Jack loses his easy grin though and adds ‘You look a bit like death fuckin warmed over though, fuck happened to you?’ There’s genuine care in his tone and it reminds Izzy so much of Ed and Stede and, thank fuck Jack seems to notice because Izzy’s slapping a hand over his mouth and Jack is taking his arm and they barely make it to the shitty little room Jack’s occupying before the petals start spilling out. Jack holds him through the fit, its nice. Izzy almost regrets when its over because Jack sets him down on the bed and steps back, fixes him with a look he’s too exhausted to decipher. ‘Fuck.’ He says, eventually. ‘Think we’re gonna need a drink for this.’ The alcohol burns his tender throat but he knows Jack is gonna get him to talk anyway and its easier with the rum so he drinks. And he talks.

Jack doesn’t call him an idiot but its strongly implied. Izzy doesn’t know what he expects him to do, its not as if he chose this. He doesn’t call him an idiot though, instead he. Takes care of him? Its odd, he knows Jack isn’t as callous and heartless as he pretends to be, knows he’s actually got pretty good bedside manners in fact (There’d been a time before all the legend and everything after when they were all sailing together, they’d lost their medic during a raid and Jack stepped up. He was no doctor but he knew enough to keep everyone from dying til they go someone new. He also had a child and Izzy knew, for all that he was regularly absent from their life, he wasn’t an absent father. He knew how to care for people.), but it surprises him nonetheless to have it turned towards him. Like it matters to him that Izzy is as comfortable as he can be, given the circumstances.

Izzy manages to be up and around most days but they’re growing fewer. Lacking much better to do (he’s never been good at sitting idle) he follows Jack around when he can manage to get out of bed. On days where he can’t Jack still goes out, Izzy wonders why, he mostly just drinks and fucks around, its hardly as if he can’t do that here with Izzy. He supposes he must not make for very good company, sorry state he’s in. Still.

He’s more than a bit annoyed that it takes him hacking up even more flowers after Jack leaves one morning, with a ‘Be back sometime this evening Babydoll, I got something for you,’ to realize. ‘Fuck’s sake,’ he rasps, staring down at the mound of three distinct types of petals. He’s so tired. He’ll clean it up later, promises himself he’ll be up before Jack gets back to clean them up.

He dreams of warm hands, fond smiles, soft touches, and tender voices and wakes coughing up more and more flowers. He can’t breathe. Tears sting his eyes, from the pain in his throat and his lungs, at the thought of being alone at the end like this. He spares a brief thought towards how Jack will react, coming back this evening to find him gone. Wonders how Stede would react. Edward. Still more flowers.

The door bursts open and Izzy doesn’t have the air or the energy to startle. Jack. Jack is there and he looks panicked. And there’s Stede behind him. And Edward. Somehow Izzy finds the air to let out a hysterical little laugh, it comes out more of a gasp. Must have died already, he thinks, how else could they all be here, as though his thoughts summoned them.

‘Izzy!’ He’s not sure which of them is calling him, his vision is starting to go spotty and his ears are ringing. Maybe none of them, maybe its a trick of his desperate, dying mind. There’s hands on him, warm and soft and. Instinct tells him to fight, he can’t see who’s touching him, he knows he needs to fight but. He’s so tired. He can’t see but he feels his eyes slip shut.

‘Izzy, I love you.’

Nothing.

[noodleblade]

Tfp prompt idea: knock out abusing his power to keep breakdown as his assistant even though he’s not really trained for it

<3 this was a really fun prompt that I made very sappy because these two deserve to be sweet and sappy with each other:) AO3 Link Enjoy!!

It was kind of funny watching Starscream throw a fit. Especially when Knock Out knew there was nothing the seeker could do about it. He could stomp his heeled pedes and scream all he wanted, but the decision was final. Beside Knock Out, his partner shifted uncomfortably. Despite his talent for violence, Breakdown was not a fan of conflict, especially if he was not able to use his fists to solve it. 

Starscream narrowed his optics at the two of them, clawed servos clenched into angry little fists. “This better not be an excuse to fool around in the medbay.”

“ Please ,” Knock Out gasped in offense, servo coming to rest over his spark, “I’m a professional. I take my work very seriously, hence my need to have my assistant present. After all, two pairs of servos are better than one.”

Starscream’s gaze drifted to Breakdown’s larger, bulkier servos skeptically. He was not convinced but it hardly mattered. Soundwave had already approved of Breakdown’s position and as much as Starscream was to kick up a fuss here in the medbay, there was not a chance Soundwave would allow his complaining to persist. Not when work needed to be done.

The sharp click of heels echoed Starscream’s departure. If the medbay doors weren’t on an auto shut, Knock Out was sure he would have slammed them. 

A klik of silence passed. Both mechs waited patiently. Starscream was prone to theatrics and sometimes would come back to add another quip if he thought of one in time. When the Air Commander didn’t return, Knock Out turned to Breakdown with a sly smirk on his lip plates. 

“Told you it would work.”

Breakdown rolled his optics with a huff. “Only just. If they actually look into those documents, they’re going to find out they’re fake. Swindle makes a good forgery, but not that good.”

“Soundwave maybe , but not Starscream. I paid good shanix for those,” Knock Out waved off his concerns. “It’s not like you don’t know what you are doing. You’re a better medic than anyone else here.”

Breakdown smile, a small, soft little thing that made Knock Out’s spark pulse happily. “I had a pretty good teacher.”

“Pretty good?” Knock Out pouted. 

“He got distracted sometimes.” Breakdown was full on smiling now, servo reaching out for Knock Out’s. “‘Kept flirting and scrap.”

“Oh my,” Knock Out purred as he allowed Breakdown to reel him close, their chassis pressed together, “inappropriate relationships with your professor? Tsk, tsk, Breakdown. How scandalous! Unethical! He should have his medical license removed!”

Breakdown pressed his helm against Knock Out’s, his yellow optics warm and adoring. “Funny. I think they tried that already. He fled though, on the run.”

“Mmmm,” Knock Out’s optics dimmed, “must be lonely.”

Breakdown’s voice lowered to that of a whisper. “Nah, heard he ran off with some bruiser type. Typical right?”

“Cliche, but aren’t all the best stories?”

“Disgraced doctor and-”

“Unruly patient? Yeah, the biggest cliche out there. Pretty sure they warn you about that in the intro-courses, not to fall for your patients.”

Breakdown squeezed Knock Out’s servo and with his free arm, wrapped it around the medic. “What do the intro courses say about doctors and nurses?”

Knock Out’s engine revved teasingly. “As long as Starscream doesn’t catch them fooling around on shift, then it's okay, encouraged even.”

Breakdown snorted. “They mention Starscream by name?”

“He’s rather infamous, no?” Knock Out tilted his helm up to press a kiss to Breakdown’s chin. “But, would you look at that-” he pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth “-shift is over.”

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Sanrio characters x A3! | Chapter 4

*Door opens*

Sakuya: I’m home.

Izumi: Ah, you’re finally back!

Sakuya: ?

Izumi: Sakuya-kun! Sakuya-kun, something huge just happened!

Sakuya: Eh? W-What’s wrong? What happened, Director?

Izumi: We got an invitation to do a collab play from Puroland!

Sakuya: Eh…EEH!?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakyo: Looks like everyone’s here. Well then, Director-san, take it away.

Izumi: Okay. So, as I said before…

Izumi: I’m happy to announce that MANKAI Company will be doing a collab performance at Sanrio Puroland!

Azami: Seriously? Weren’t we literally just there?

Kazunari: Oh man, I am SO hyped! I bet it’s gonna be supes fun!

Misumi: Waa~ah, yay! It’s gonna be so fun~!

Guy: All the shows at Puroland were quite fascinating and informative. I’m honored that they chose us as a collaboration partner.

Izumi: As per usual, the script will be done by Tsuzuru-kun, Yuki-kun will be in charge of the costumes, and Azami-kun will handle the makeup.

Azami: Got it. Makeup to match the vibes of Puroland… Seems interesting enough to come up with something.

Yuki: That said… I’ll be making costumes for Kitty and her friends too, right? If so, I’ll need to know their measurements.

Izumi: That’s a good point. I’ll be going to Puroland for a meeting, so I can check with them then.

Tsuzuru: Is it cool for me to get started on the script?

Izumi: Go ahead. You can get started on it here and then we can bring it with us when we go and Kitty-chan and the others what they think.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. I’ll try to come up with a few different plots then.

Sakuya: Collabing with Puroland… It feels like I’m still dreaming…

Citron: Looks like Sakuya’s dream came true ♪

Sakuya: Yeah…!

Masumi: We haven’t even done anything. Can’t really consider that to be coming true yet.

Sakuya: I-I guess that’s true!

Chikage: That was Masumi’s own type of encouragement, I assume?

Itaru: Couldn’t just be honest with your feelings, huh?

Tsuzuru: If there’s anything you want added to the script, feel free to tell me. This whole thing is all happening because of you, after all.

Sakuya: Thank you so much!

Sakuya: I wonder what doing a play with Kitty-chan and her friends will be like. I’m so excited, I can’t wait…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsumugi: Looks like everyone is here. Let’s start the Leaders' meeting then.

Sakuya: Alright.

Tenma: Tsuzuru-san is joining us today too?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. I’ve got some plots outlined for the Puroland collab and I wanted to get your opinions on them.

Banri: Gotcha, aight, let’s start reading through ‘em.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: Wow! I think all these stories are really good.

Tenma: A comedy story would be pretty lively and exciting.

Banri: I think a fantasy sorta story would fit Puroland’s vibe the most, plus it’s the sorta thing that we’d only be able to do for a collab like this.

Sakuya: …I like this one.

Izumi: The story about the fairies?

Sakuya: Yeah. It’s the kinda story that’ll make everyone happy, and I’m sure if we do it in a place like Puroland, everyone will be smiling… I think…

Tsumugi: It’s something easy to understand but still has a lot of meaning. I’m sure that not only the kids, but the parents they came with will adore it too.

Tenma: There are a lot of families that go there. I think we should go with it.

Banri: If you add in all the lights they’ve got there, it’d make a pretty nice production.

Izumi: I agree. Alright then, let’s pick this one as our first choice!

Sakuya: Thank you so much…!

Tsuzuru: Well then, I’ll make this one my top priority and get a few others ready just in case!

Sakuya: Yeah!

Sakuya: …What am I gonna do? I’m really looking forward to this, but now it’s becoming more of a reality, I’m getting a little nervous.

Izumi: (That’s fair, it’s an entirely different stage and it’s not just our troupe this time around.)

Izumi: (Some of them have a hard time doing this sort of thing with others. If that’s the case…)

Izumi: Alright then. How about we all go visit Kitty-chan and her friends once we’ve got the script all sorted out?

Izumi: I think it’d be a good idea if we could talk with everyone about what we want for the script and costumes and so on.

Tsuzuru: Ah, that’s a good point. It would be pretty helpful to get feedback in person.

Banri: Agreed. I think talkin’ more would help us with the overall concept and help with team buildin’ for the performers too.

Tenma: Yeah. If we’re going to be acting with the Sanrio characters, we should all get to know each other better.

Tsumugi: It would be nice if we could get that sort of thing started sooner rather than later. What do you think, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: I’d love to go again!

Izumi: With that decided, I’ll get in contact with them as soon as I can.

Tsumugi: Thank you so much.

Banri: Seems like Sakuya might not be the only one gettin’ pretty excited for this performance.

Tenma: I mean, we’ve all been talking nonstop ever since the performance was actually confirmed.

Tenma: Yuki said he needed to get measurements first, but he’s already started making prototypes.

Tenma: The sewing machine has been driving me crazy, he’s got that thing running almost 24/7.

Tsumugi: Fufu, Yuki-chan is really looking forward to this it seems.

Sakuya: What Kitty-chan said… It’s really happening…

Sakuya: I’m really looking forward to it too! Let’s make this an amazing play!

Tenma: Yeah.

Banri: Damn right.

Tsumugi: Yeah. Since everyone is looking forward to this, let’s all do our best.

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2!Postal Dude Headcanons <3

Summary:

With this version of 2!Postal Dude consists of a mix of my own projections, random stuff I thought of whenever bored, and just how I generally see him. Based on my first run with him, and a mix of the wiki. Anyone that wants to add these to their own lists feel free! :D

General:

Goofy as hell. Still just as insane as the others, but takes it all less seriously.

Either has a list or small journal he carries on him all the time just filled with one-liners, also carries a pen so he can write down any new ones he thinks of.

Fucking dumbass.

Not the smartest guy around, but also not the dumbest. Decent knowledge with some things.

Sometimes pretends to be a full on moron just to annoy the person, or piss them off depending on if it's someone he likes or hates.

Knowledgeable in some subjects, but only if it’s something he has a genuine interest in.

Random hyperfixation on things. Tries to keep himself focused on one or two things at a time and tries to balance everything out, but always fails.

Favorite aesthetics consist of cyberpunk, post-apocalyptic, feralcore, bastardcore, and post-punk.

Feral bastard.

Bites people. Started out as a joke but was slowly integrated into his life.

Humor’s all over the damn place. Mix of whatever he can find on Tumblr and shows like South Park and Beavis and Butthead.

Has a Tumblr and Twitter account. Both just so he can watch everything unfold and doesn’t bother to post anything.

Following list for Twitter mostly consists of gimmick accounts, some of it wholesome, and others being shit he just decided was funny.

Personality built around others' perception of him, whether people he actually knows or just those on the internet. 

Personality changes often, but keeps certain aspects for each one.

Bit of a people pleaser.

Mood is always randomized for each day. One day he could be the most calm and patient man in Paradise, and the next he could go on a massacre.

Mood really depends on his morning. Slight inconveniences do have the potential to fuck it all up if there was a major one before, but not on their own.

Very patient with people when younger, but that patience has slowly degraded over the years.

Would never snap at anyone when younger, maybe a few passive aggressive comments.

But now with the degraded patience, much more prone to snapping at people.

Animal lover. Always making sure Champ gets pets and food before he goes off to do his errands and will do his best to take care of strays.

After the beginning cutscene near the start of the game with him kicking Champ for pissing in front of him felt a fuck ton of guilt for the rest of the day. After he got home made sure to do his best to make it up to Champ through whatever means necessary.

Type of video games that he plays is a healthy mix of horror such as Silent Hill and Resident Evil, indie games like Cult of the Lamb and Hollow Knight, and of course shooter games like DOOM and the Call of Duty series.

For Cult of the Lamb he definitely named the cult after himself. Once tried to mod the game himself to add in or replace the decorations to better fit himself but that never ended up happening.

Just about grew up with horror. During highschool he had a fake ID so he could see the Rated R movies without having to bring an adult with him, or would just sneak in (and get caught).

Holds the DOOM series close to his crack-filled heart, with his favorite being the 1993 DOOM as a mix of nostalgia and everything that could be done. Always discovering new secrets on every playthrough.

Probably plays Call of Duty a bit less than the others, and mostly consists of him playing online and just insulting everyone since it’s fun to see their reactions. Barely pays attention to any of the campaigns.

Bisexual and Pangender <3

Age being 27 during the events of Postal 2 (no clue if he has a canon age so for the time being I’m sticking to that).

Music:

Mostly metal and rock.

Korn, Avenged Sevenfold, Rob Zombie, Dope, Limp Bizkit, Skillet, Seether, Slayer, etc.

Favorite songs with them consisting of: “Y’all Want a Single?” by Korn, “Rollin (Air Raid Vehicle” by Limp Bizkit, and “6 Gun Quota” by Seether.

Also has a few other songs in there that seem much out of place, either because he thought it’d be funny or just from him genuinely enjoying them.

Few examples being the “Bisexual Anthem” by Domo Wilson, “Material Girl” by Saucy Santana, “Masquerade” by siouxxie sixxta, ect.

Sings in the shower, most of the time keeps it quiet but will sing loudly as hell just to drive people crazy.

Cannot be trusted with the aux cord.

God help you if you’re on a road trip and he gets a hold of the cord.

Credits:

Credit for both dividers go to @kawaii-lau, after a bit of scrolling finding some dividers saw that they had some cool stuff, so check them out! <3

[zarya-zaryanitsa]

Hello! I was wondering, is there a certain recipie or type of food that is related to Veles? Either as an offering or something made for certain occasions?

We know very little about Veles so it’s hard to give any definite answers based on records of his pre-Christian worship. We can make some educated guesses on the basis of later Christian folklore about Saint Nicholas (who is believed to have inherited some of Veles’s traits in the areas populated by descendants of his previous worshippers, there are also other relevant Saints but I will not discuss them here) or other folkloric entities (associated with similar concepts and often appearing in opposition to the Thunderer, who also can appear as many different Saints and characters).

In the oldest sources we find Veles referred to as „the god of cattle”

„(…) Oleg and his men swore an oath by the Rus’ religion and swore by their weapons, and by Perun, their god, and by Volos, the god of cattle, and ratified the peace.”

- Tale of Bygone years, entry for year 907, as translated in Sources of Slavic Pre-Christian Religion ed. J. A. Álvarez-Pedrosa

*So, are Veles and Volos the same? Most slavists who I saw speaking on the subject were of the opinion that „obviously we can’t know for sure but it seems very likely”.

Borys Uspensky in his „Cult of Saint Nicholas in Russia” explores the numerous connections between Saint Nicholas and Veles and gives us some ideas derived from the cult of the former. One of them is a sacrifice of a three year old bull (de facto only the best part of meat goes to the god, the rest is shared by the people of the village).

Therefore the first thing we could use is beef.

Another thing is beer and other alcoholic beverages. Uspensky mentions the tradition of offering beer to Nicholas and points out that people would occasionally refer to him as „the beer god”. He also claims that consumption of alcohol on the Day of Saint Nicholas had ritual character.

Andrzej Szyjewski seems to be in agreement, in his book Religia Słowian mentioning that:

„Another dominion of his was alcoholic fermentation, he is the god of beer, patron of feasts and festivities as manifestations of wealth.”

The next one is grain and grain products. This is also guessed from the connection with Saint Nicholas, but makes sense in context of Veles being seen as deity of fertility.

„The reapers work in such a fashion as to leave one sheaf of grain remaining in the middle of the field, there the spirit of grain dwells untill it’s also ritually harvested and preserved untill next year’s planting. Among Eastern Slavs this sheaf is called the Beard of Veles, or the Beard of Nikolai. Once the reaping is done a female reaper braids the sheaf three times saying <Bless me Lord/ May I twist this beard/ Strength for the reaper/ Head for the horse/ Beard for Nikolai>” (trans. notes: It rhymed in Polish. Sort of.)”

- Religia Słowian by Andrzej Szyjewski

Uspensky points out that according to Ivanov and Toporov an alternate name for „the beard of Nikolai” may have been „the beard of Veles”. Additionally he presents a following belarusian folk song:

„Where have you been Nicholas?/ I walked in the field, I was sprinkling the dew/ I walked in the balk, I was making the rye crop/ I walked in the forest, I was placing the hives”.

Therefore it should not come as a surprise that the next food I’m going to mention is honey. Uspensky cites Nicholas as one of the patrons of beekeeping. Not incredibly important but I’d like to add Veles seems to also be associated with the color gold and bears so I was not particularly shocked.

My last suggestion are eggs. Eggs are a symbol of fertility and according to Uspensky they feature in some celebrations of Saint Nicholas as well as in certain rites of ancestral worship, which fits in nicely with Veles’s spheres of influence.

Okay this is it for today! After nearly 10 months I am letting the post fly free. If I ever find/remember something more I’ll add it in a reblog!

Hope you’ll still enjoy dear patient Anon 🥀

[wayward-dreamer]

Coffee & Chaos - Part 2

Pairing: Producer!Jensen x Fem!Screenwriter!Reader

Word count: 1,976

Summary: Y/N starts working at Chaos Machine Productions, finding joy in the work and fitting in instantly. She knows she could really thrive in the company, as long as she doesn’t fall for her boss, the executive producer and founder, along the way. Little does she know he’s trying to suppress his feelings, for the sake of professionalism, too.

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

A/N: I’m so excited to bring this mini-series to you guys! Let me know what you think! Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy.

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A couple of weeks passed as Y/N settled into the job. Everyone had been right about telling her that it was only going to get harder from the first day, but it was nothing she hadn’t been able to handle. She had fallen into a great routine with everyone in the office, finding a different rapport with each of them but still managing to make it all work within the way the company operated. She had fallen into a comfortable routine with Jensen, too, both working together on a different level, something that she hadn’t expected to happen with an executive producer of a production company. He was accommodating of her ideas, listened to everything she had to say before he gave his notes, and was just a whole lot of fun, as well.

He was really making it hard not to like him, but hopefully that was allowed in a friendly capacity at least.

When she arrived at work that morning she was hoping to see him, but as lunch time rolled around, she knew that she probably wouldn’t have time to talk to him about a few things. He had been so busy with one-on-one meetings with writers, directors and other producers on upcoming projects, that he had been locked away in his office since he came in at 9:30am.

Y/N decided that lunch was a good time to multitask, so as she ate, she worked on the script that she had been writing. She was hoping to have it done soon to add to her portfolio and start sending it out to different companies.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Sarah asked, as she stood at Y/N’s desk.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N replied, leaning back in her chair as she stopped typing. She wanted to take a little walk for some fresh air, having been inside since she got to work. “Wanna grab a coffee?”

“Sure,” Sarah smiled, as she walked back to her desk and picked up her wallet.

“So, what’re you working on?” Sarah asked her as soon as they were in line, across the street at Starbucks.

Y/N pressed her lips together, looking sheepish. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t be working on anything personal-”

“Oh, please, there’s no rule that says you can’t,” Sarah waved her off, unbothered.

“Okay, good,” Y/N sighed. “It’s a pilot, I’m hoping to have it done really soon.”

“Well, I’m here if you need another set of eyes to look over it,” Sarah offered, nudging her arm into Y/N’s.

Y/N smiled. “Thanks.”

Just as their coffee orders arrived, Sarah’s phone rang. She answered it and immediately looked at Y/N as the person on the other end spoke. With an “okay” and “yeah, we’re on our way back”, she hung up the phone and gestured for Y/N to follow her.

“Jensen wants everyone in the next meeting,” she explained, as they rushed out of Starbucks and back across the street to the office, an extra coffee in tow for the boss.

Y/N hurried back to her desk to see who the meeting was for, her mind preoccupied with other tasks and completely forgetting who Jensen was scheduled to meet after lunch. She flipped through all her files and cursed inwardly, seeing that it was on the one script she hadn’t made any pre-meeting notes on. She was really hating her past self for such a stupid mistake.

“Ready?” Sarah asked, as she drifted by her desk.

“As I’ll ever be,” Y/N replied, picking up her copy of the script, notebook and pen as she followed behind her colleague.

They made their way over to the meeting room, as other employees filed in and took a seat at the table in the middle of the room. Y/N made sure all the water jugs were full and then sat down to Jensen’s right, between him and Sarah. The writers of the script were sitting across from her to his left, their hushed tones discussing something before the meeting officially started. Jensen started speaking, and she tried to focus on what he was talking about as she wrote down specific notes that they would need later. She found herself getting distracted as she looked down at his hands, his thick fingers twirling the pen between them, causing her to bite her lip as her mind drifted off, thinking about where she’d like those fingers to be…

“Y/N?”

She shook herself out of her daydream, looking up at him to see his green orbs staring at her. He had always been pleasant around her, but she gulped slightly as she saw his eyebrows furrowed, a dark look in his eye as he looked between her and her notebook.

“You wanna check back into reality?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, his intense glare on her.

She felt her core tighten as she squeezed her thighs together, not sure how his words and his look elicited that reaction. She should’ve been embarrassed to be called out in the meeting, but she couldn’t be bothered with the way he was staring at her.

“Sorry,” she muttered, her eyes drifting back down to the page, refusing to meet his again for the rest of the meeting.

Jensen continued the meeting, Y/N’s averted gaze on her work allowing her to concentrate as he spoke and write down all the important points that he or one of her colleagues brought up. An hour later, he stood up and shook hands with the writers, chuckling at something one of them said. As she gathered her things, she looked up at him, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she saw his gorgeous smile.

“You alright, Y/N?” Caleb, one of her fellow employees, asked as he moved past her.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling softly. “I think the last couple of weeks of just going non-stop have finally gotten to me.”

“Well, if you wanna go for a drink tonight and chill out, we can” he offered.

“You know, I might actually take you up on that,” she muttered, sighing in relief to know that there was something to look forward to after a long day.

“Great,” Caleb breathed before making his way out of the room.

Y/N was about to follow him out when her eyes met Jensen’s, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at her pointedly. She stopped and turned back to him, standing a few inches away as she waited to hear what he had to say.

“Wanna tell me what that was back there?” he asked, his voice deep but soft. He was clearly more confused than angry.

Her shoulders dropped as she breathed heavily, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I’m just so distracted with everything else I’m trying to do. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He didn’t need to know that she was actually fantasizing about him.

He nodded, slowly. He seemed to approve of that. “Good. So… get those notes to me as soon as you can, okay?”

“Sure.”

Y/N flashed him a quick smile before she walked out of the room, letting out the breath she had been holding since he called her over. That could’ve been much worse, but she knew that even though he could be a hard ass, he never did anything to make anyone feel inferior. She had a sneaking suspicion he could be a bit of a softie sometimes, too, but that was a side to him he rarely showed to people.

She had a brief thought that she would like to see what he was like outside of work, but she pushed it away, carrying on with her work.

Y/N stretched her arms as she glanced down at her phone, checking the time. It was close to 7pm, not too late to call it a day unlike the last couple days where she had been finishing work much later. There was still enough time to go have a drink with some of her colleagues and then get home to make a quick dinner for herself. She picked up the scripts that she had been reading and the reports that she had done for them, carrying them to Jensen’s office. She knocked twice, entering as soon as she heard his rough voice say “come in.”

“Got those reports you asked for,” she informed him, placing the scripts and other papers on his desk.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said, smiling softly. “You outta here?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, smirking. “Caleb asked me to go out for a drink, so that’s where I’m headed before going home.”

“Really? Caleb?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Something wrong?” she inquired, frowning.

He shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head as he smirked. “No, no. Go have fun.”

“Okay,” she mumbled. She wasn’t sure what caused his demeanor to change suddenly, but he looked a little upset. She was probably overthinking it, so she decided to let it go for now. “Listen, uh… I really am sorry about today. It really won’t happen again,” she promised.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Your first slip-up in the weeks you’ve been here, it’s really nothing compared to the horror stories I’ve heard,” he reassured her, waving off her concerns. “If I was too hard on you-”

“No, you weren’t,” she interjected. You could’ve been harder. She cringed at her own thoughts, feeling her cheeks heat up. She really couldn’t be thinking things like that around him. “Goodnight, Jensen.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Y/N walked back to her desk and picked up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder as she left the office, ready to unwind for the night. She wondered if Jensen was really okay, but told herself that maybe he was just tired. It had been a long day and he probably just wanted to head home like the rest of them. Being the boss didn’t always have perks.

But she couldn’t help the weird feeling that bubbled in her stomach that there was something wrong.

Jensen leaned back in his chair, letting out a frustrated sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. He was in way deeper than he was thinking he was. Before she told him she was going for a drink, he was fully intending to ask Y/N out for one himself, as a way of telling her that there were no hard feelings about what happened in the meeting. Hearing that she was headed out with the rest of his staff got to him a little. He liked them all, he wouldn’t be working with them if he didn’t, but he was hoping that they might finally have a moment to talk outside of work.

Y/N was amazing. They had a great time getting to know each other in the context of work, and the little he did know about her personal life (she was an only child, her parents still lived in her childhood home, she had a dog), was all more reason to feel drawn to her. She was hardworking, caring, insanely smart and creative, and a great addition to the production company as well as being an awesome person.

As her boss, he really couldn’t expect anything to happen between them. Anything could be misconstrued as him trying to make advances, and that was the last thing he wanted Y/N to think of him. He liked her already, and he wished there was a way to handle this without the implications of what their industry had become infamous for.

That wasn’t his intention, but as much as he had started to like her over the last couple of weeks she had been there, there was just no way anything could happen.

He had to keep reminding himself of that.

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I do genuinely believe that LO and her siblings were abused, as it’s a common thread amongst all of their stories, and because I find it hard to believe that someone whose as much of a jerk as Lily came from a happy, supportive household.

Now, I’ve heard of such a phenomenon as the Golden Child/ Scapegoat dichotomy, where abusive parents favor one child and use the other as a punching bag. The purpose of this is not just for the parent’s ego (they can feel like an accomplished parent by punishing one child unfairly and also feel like the fun parent by rewarding the other unfairly) but it’s to pin the kids against each other: the Golden Child will see their sibling as inherently lesser, and the Scapegoat will be jealous of the Golden Child. Meanwhile, any kids who don’t fit into that dichotomy get pushed to the side or forgotten.

(I should note that being the Golden Child does not mean that a kid does not suffer abuse. In fact, they arguably suffer the most insidious type, as it rewards bad behavior and enforces the idea that the child should continue to act entitled and mean into adulthood. Scapegoats, despite receiving the brunt of the abuse, often gain the perspective needed to leave the abusive household and potentially heal from their mistreatment, while the Golden Child, even if they leave, still have those toxic abusive patterns engrained into them as they’ve been taught that nothing is actually wrong.)

It feels to me like Lily was the favorite child, who, while still most definitely being abused, was favored more than her siblings, which meant she got away with bad behavior more often. After all, if her story is true, I can’t picture an abused child turning all of the lights on in her house and wasting electricity and her abusers NOT RETALIATING (her dad and sister both supposedly had to deal with it, but she never mentions being hit or scolded for it). That’s the part of the story that feels the most ridiculous. I’ve heard abused kids receive violent retaliation from abusive parents for WAY less than that. She messes with their money, which she describes as what her dad cares about most, and he just…. let’s her do it??

Also, if Lily was the Golden Child, this puts the story where she beat up her sister into horrifying perspective. It’s likely that neither parents intervened because they both saw the sister as the Scapegoat, and no one stepped into do anything to stop it. There are countless stories of abused kids getting harmed by siblings and the parents either doing nothing or even encouraging it.

I’m not saying that any of this is true, or even that Lily is the favorite (as I can’t make any assumptions about someone’s childhood), but it all felt VERY familiar to me. And if it was the parents’ goal to turn siblings on each other, it clearly worked and Lily is playing into their hands unknowingly (because she doesn’t actually realize how deeply their treatment of her has affected her behavior, because she does not work to undo anything).

it would also fit with what little LO's sister claims about her childhood, that she was abused by both LO and her brother, and despite knowing about it her parents did nothing. if she was the scapegoat kid then anything done to her was "deserved" or it wasn't worth making a fuzz about. this all unproven claims, of course, so i'm not saying either that is what happened, but it's sure noteworthy how LO claims to have done so many things (refusing to do homework, wasting resources, destroying her own room, filling her floor with legos to bother her parents trying to enter the room, etc) and she never once mentions about being punished for it. she talks about being put outside the home for one night, but then she adds that she sneaked inside with her skills of lockpicking anyway (while messing up her times. first she say it was for one night that was her punishment, but then she talks like it was a bunch of nights in which her parents never noticed she was inside so, likely another lie). it could be that, since all those stories are made up, she just puts herself as the winner for ego coping or, if they have any true, she just skips the consequences portion. but whatever the case, because of how she tells her own tales, your conclusion could make sense.

[airborneice]

I'm very new to digital art and was wondering what sort of process/brushes you use for your Hilda art? I absolutely love your trolls and centaur designs ❤️

aw that’s very kind, thank you!! tbh my art approach is kind of all over the place but I’ll do my best to answer!

first off, I draw in photoshop and use mainly these two brushes -

the 1st is pretty much the standard PS brush and the HB one is what I used for most of the trolls/centaur stuff! generally I pick one of these brushes and use it for both lineart and putting in colour/shadows. (to be honest photoshop somehow got the settings on the HB brush messed up a lil while ago which is why I use it for lineart less now, but it’s still nice for doing shadows bc it has a really pretty soft edge :) )

as for art process, I’ll try to explain with the hilda little mermaid drawing I did recently - explanation thingy under the cut!

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so with most of my art I usually start out sketching it on paper first and then move the sketch to my computer - since you’re new to digital you might find it easier to start that way, it helps make things less complicated bc you already have something to start from

so for the drawing in question I started with this which is. A Mess

everything is all over the place and yasha from crit role is hanging out in the middle of it but this is the type of thing I start with! first with the lil thumbnail sketch up in the corner, and then doing the characters in more detail separately (if I know I’m gonna end up moving something to digital I’ll just draw the characters anywhere I can fit them on the page, bc I can worry about fitting them together properly later)

u can honestly skip the thumbnail sketch if u want, but for bigger drawings I find it useful to have something rough to refer back to, so I don’t forget what I’m aiming for overall when I start getting into the details

anyway then I move the paper sketch to digital and arrange things properly and add anything I’ve missed, and depending on how messy it is I do another slightly cleaner sketch overtop -

I’ve learned the hard way that fixing things at the lineart stage is a lot more hassle so I try to make sure everything’s looking as it should in the cleaner sketch - david’s initial sketch looked mostly fine to me so I only redid a couple things and added some details, while I changed a lot of kaisa til I was happier with the pose. I knew the salt lion was gonna end up being mostly hidden so I didn’t worry about refining it

SO next I make a new layer and start drawing the clean lineart over the sketch. I like using coloured lineart these days, so I pick a colour to sketch and do lineart in - literally any colour except black, since photoshop lets you change the hue later (you can go to Image -> Adjustments -> Hue/Saturation and change things as much as you like). I did all the lineart for the characters here in purple, like the sketch, and I made sure to keep all the lineart for different characters separate so I could mess with it individually later. I’ve got a bit of what kaisa’s lineart folder looks like below, and you definitely don’t have to put Everything on a new layer like I did, but I usually keep the eyes, brows and little details like the fin lines and scales separate bc they’re the things I’ll most likely want to adjust later

once I’ve got the lineart done in that one colour, I’ll use the Adjustments-> Hue/Saturation slider to change some parts of it (this is where having things on different layers comes in) to blend in or stand out more, so by the end it looks like it does below. I made some swatches so you can see which parts I changed from the main outline colour:

so I kept the original purple for most of it, but I changed the salt lion’s lines to blue, and kaisa’s scales to a light grey so they’d blend in more, and made her eyebrows much darker so they’d stand out from her hair. (I usually do this step after I’ve started colouring them in, bc it’s easier to see what’s working then and what isn’t, I’m just showing it here so you can see it in isolation). also, I’ll usually set the whole lineart folder to ‘multiply’ so it blends in with the colour layer even more

(tbh you don’t have to do it as complicated as this, everyone has their own approach depending on what they’re going for and it might take some trial/error before you find what works best for you. I just do this bc I’m used to it and don’t mind the extra hassle. pretty colours go brrr :) )

for colouring in, I use the lasso tool to trace over areas of the drawing and the paint bucket to fill them in. I usually put every different coloured area on a new layer so it’s easier to go back and change something if I decide I don’t like the colour. so everything is built up over a number of layers, and I can use the airbrush tool to soften the edges of some areas (like david’s arm fins). for the parts with gradients like their tails, I put down a flat colour layer (like the orange for david), select that area and then make a new layer and put the gradient on with a big airbrush tool. also for stuff from hilda I usually colour-pick straight from a screenshot of the show with the eye-dropper tool, it’s much faster than guessing them

so then we have the flat colours done, and I can show you why I like doing coloured lineart even though it takes longer bc

here’s the lineart all in black vs the final result with the colours. like…it’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with the all black one, but having the colours really helps soften things imo!

I didn’t really do much by shading for this one but to go over it real quick -

if I was just drawing a character on a white background I wouldn’t bother with this step, but here I know this scene is taking place in the dark & underwater, so I selected the characters, made a new layer and filled in a dark green colour overtop on a low opacity & set to Multiply, so the characters get this slight green tinge and look more like they’re in the setting (I did the same with the salt lion but I’m gonna just focus on these two for now)

for the actual shadows I got the same green colour, and on another multiply layer blocked it in, and just played around with the opacity til it looked about right

honestly not my best job at shading lol but it helps give it some depth and put them in the scene! if I hide the colours and lines for a sec you can see that literally all I’ve added over the original colours is this:

and if I add the basic colours of the background in, you can see how much it helps compared to the flat colours I started with -

they look so much more like they’re in the scene!

anddd after doing the same thing to the salt lion (which is just the same shading process but more layers and darker) and adding the rest of the background that’s it!!

don’t worry they’ll be fine lol

anyway sorry this got so long, I hope it helps!! I’m not the best at explaining myself so if anything I said here doesn’t make sense then feel free to ask :)

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Hi! 👋

So, I honestly didn’t intend for 2 1/2 months to go by without posting here. I’ve just been really focused on my post op journey and making sure I hit all my goals, plus most of my free time was devoted to writing the past couple of months. But now that things have mostly settled, I felt I should check in on here and give an update about what’s been going on since my surgery in October. I don’t even know how many people are still following this blog or care, but I started this mostly for myself so I should probably try to keep up with it more.

So anyway, post op life has been about 85% very positive. Each appointment I’ve had with both my surgeon and nutritionist, they’ve said I’m doing everything perfectly and to just keep going as I have been, which is very encouraging and a huge relief.

I’ve gotten into a fairly good groove with taking all the vitamins and other pills, although recently it’s shifted around a bit because I’m trying to figure out how to make it the most efficient in how it fits into my overall day-to-day schedule. Things got a little wonky over the holidays because I had more days off and it kinda threw some things off, but I’m working on getting myself back into my normal routine again. I’m also adding in a couple new supplements because I’ve felt very tired and sluggish the past few weeks, and I’m worried maybe I’m not getting enough of some things. But overall, I’m doing pretty well.

Food wise, I’m still in the soft food phase for another couple weeks, but after the 20th, I will finally be able to go back to a “normal” diet. Obviously that’s still going to look very different than my old normal, but at least I can add in a wider variety of foods and textures so I’m not just rotating the same 5-6 meals over and over again. I love eggs and cottage cheese but I’m ready for some other options 😅. I’m currently able to eat about 3 oz per meal, which still seems a bit crazy to me that I can be full on so little food, but really I haven’t had any issues with feeling hungry. Probably because I’m supplementing it with a rotation of protein drinks/shakes/shots, and I’m averaging between 120-160 grams of protein a day.

And I’m most happy with the physical results I’m seeing. Not just the actual weight loss (which is fantastic and so much more than I had expected), but also just the ability to move my body more without feeling exhausted or sore. I’ve gotten to the point where I can easily achieve 10,000 steps a day, most of the time by the end of my work shift (I get up and walk around my room every hour or so to make sure I’m not sitting too long), and some days I can get to 13,000-14,000. It’s amazing the difference from just a few months ago, where walking 5 minutes would have me out of breath and having awful back pain. Now I’m walking 30-40 minutes at a time with no problem, and I’m working up to doing even more. And overall, since last May, I’ve lost 134 lbs, 51 of that has been just since my surgery. I honestly can’t be more thrilled with how the physical part of this journey has gone so far. It’s been hugely transformative and I’m so proud of myself for making this decision. Never once have I felt an ounce of regret, even through some of the harder parts.

Which I guess leads me to the 15% not so positive stuff. Thankfully, I’ve not had any issues with not tolerating food, but sometimes my multivitamin will make me a bit nauseous. I’ve tried to make sure and take them right after I eat, but sometimes it still makes me feel icky. And I’ve tried different brands and types, the one I keep going back to is the soft chew, which I like fine (it’s actually kind of like a Starburst candy), but I’m also having a lot of dental work done right now, and they keep telling me to try and switch to the regular pill vitamins. But every time I try, I throw up. So, right now I’m just trying to make the best of it and sticking to the one that I can tolerate the best.

And the biggest not-fun thing: I’m starting to experience some major hair loss. I knew it was one of the more common side effects of the surgery going in, but honestly it was also the scariest thing for me. It’s something that has always been a constant point of pride for me, the one physical feature I had that I’ve always loved and never felt shame or embarrassment about. So now to lose that…it’s more than a little devastating. I had a consultation at a hair salon last week, but there really aren’t any good options that won’t cost me more than I can really afford. So now I’m in the process of grieving my beautiful, soft, full hair and trying to accept that this is just a temporary thing, but it’s been really hard. I’m doing literally EVERYTHING that people have suggested to help minimize the loss and help it grow back faster, so now I just have to wait it out and try to find ways to make it tolerable until things stabilize. It’s honestly been the hardest part of this whole thing, which probably seems ridiculous but it’s the truth.

So the past few weeks have been a bit rough in trying to come to terms with it, but I’m not letting it derail me from my progress in other areas. I just booked my first trip out of state since 2019, finally getting back to traveling, which is a big love of mine and something I’ve been missing dearly. And I’m meeting a friend that I was supposed to meet right when COVID happened and messed up our plans, so I’m thrilled to finally get a second chance for that, and to be in a much better physical and mental state than I was in 2020. So despite the few struggles that I’ve encountered along the way, I’m still 100% happy with my decision and am completely committed to seeing it through. This year is when I start living again.

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Stardust (And Other Varieties)

Another commission from my friend with common interests! 🤩 Summary: You take time out of your day to help Obi-Wan sort through a rather dusty back corner of the Temple Archives. Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cis AFAB Reader, she/her pronouns (Second Person Perspective)

Rating: Mature

Tags: established relationship, fluff, banter, implied age gap, sneezing, dust, buildups, fits, handkerchiefs, pet names, Force bond, making out in a library, semi-public shenanigans, sorry this is so horny (no I'm not), dry humping, implied sex

Word Count: 4.2K

"So let me get this straight." You place your hands on your hips with a sigh, taking a good long look around the back corner of the Archives. "Anakin makes Madame Jocasta mad and you have to clean the Archives?"

"Mm, yes. I long resigned myself to the fact that he squirms his way out of trouble."

Today you’re accompanying Obi-Wan as the two of you are deep, deep in the heart of the Temple’s ancient library, up to your knees in stacks of real flimsi books. When he’d told you that he’d be busy for most of the afternoon with a rather tedious task, you were more than happy to tag along, finding yourself with nothing much else to occupy your own time. Better to divide and conquer, you’d told him, and he’d seemed appreciative that you were willing to lend a hand. Even after he’d warned you multiple times that what he’d been assigned to do wouldn’t be entertaining in the least.

Anakin, Obi-Wan had told you, had simply been careless with Madame Jocasta’s rules one too many times. The young Knight often feels as if these regulations don’t apply to him, Obi-Wan confides, and it’s enough to set the Archive’s keepers teeth on edge when she so much as sees Anakin enter her sacred space. He’s been telling Anakin since he was a Padawan not to be too loud in the Archives, to handle the holonovels with care (some of them are hundreds of years old).

It’s not that Anakin does it on purpose, his Master assures you. He is – has always been – the type of boy to act without thinking. His most recent crime is dropping a particularly fragile holo on the unforgiving marble floor, cracking it at the edge and creating hours of work for one of the Archivists to retrieve the data.

“I do believe he’s embarrassed,” Obi-Wan adds, crouching down to inspect the spine of one of the books at his feet. “In a few days he’ll come ‘round with an apology, and no doubt Madame Jocasta will allow him within the Archives once more.”

You hold your tongue, for the sake of your relationship with Obi-Wan. He’s incredibly soft with Anakin, but yet again – isn’t he the same with you? There are many rules bent when it comes to the people he loves. If Obi-Wan really is talking to Anakin about what he’d done, and the consequences of his actions, then perhaps Obi-Wan being here to serve out the punishment meant for him isn’t the worst thing.

“And besides, he isn’t even on the planet at the moment.” Obi-Wan straightens. “I don’t think Jocasta knew that when she requested he do this, to be honest. He’s off with Ahsoka, dealing with some scuffle in the Outer Rim.” He shakes his head a little. “I do hope they can manage to handle it without escalating the situation.”

You laugh a little, knowing how the two of them can be. “Well, if they’ve minded any of your teachings, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

He pauses to look at you, flattered. Admiration curls in the Force between you, light and familiar, like the brush of his hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll have to wait and see.”

Madame Jocasta has requested that Anakin start in the oldest corner of the Archives and check every shelf, every nook and cranny, to make sure that the old books are organized correctly. Over time, as the library has expanded, this portion has become more and more neglected. The evidence is stacked neatly up against every wooden shelf, where the old flimsi books have sat stacked for perhaps longer than you’ve been alive.

Though the floor is kept clean, you can’t say the same for the books themselves. Doubtless they’ve been untouched for ages, save for ones that have been called upon for research on some rare occasion. It’s a shame, really. This is a beautiful little corner of the Archives, and you can imagine how frequently it must have been visited, so many years ago. Yet today, only the faintest whispers of life Force cling to the books, ghosts of a memory long gone.

“I’m not certain the cleaning droids even know this part of the Archives still exists,” Obi-Wan mutters to himself, crossing his arms. “Look at the state of this place.”

“Our home away from home.”

“Ugh, don’t say that. I plan on being done before sunset.”

Though there’s mild irritation in his tone, you can tell Obi-Wan isn’t that upset to be here. He actually does like to keep things organized (his tea collection is evidence of that), and he’s pleased that you decided to come along and keep him company. With the two of you working together, sorting through the Archives can’t be all bad.

And besides…you’re alone together. With the tall shelves blocking you in on all sides and any other Jedi about as far away as they could possibly be, you feel almost as if you and Obi-Wan are in one of your rooms. Though the two of you know better than to try something where someone technically could walk up on you, the sense of coziness still remains, and you lean over to kiss him on the cheek quickly before placing a hand atop the nearest stack.

“Goodness,” he teases. “I don’t think that’ll make our work go any faster.”

“Then use it as an incentive to finish,” you shoot right back, grinning.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I see.”

That’s all the more either of you say on the matter as you get to work, and the unspoken promise hangs in the air. You’re excited about the idea of finishing this task with hours to spare before the day is through; pleasing Madame Jocasta with tidy, organized shelves and then retiring to Obi-Wan’s rooms for a long evening of rewarding yourselves.

A self-indulgent fantasy, perhaps. The volume of work you’ll have to get through is clear – but if you don’t start, you can’t finish. With that philosophy in mind, you pull the rickety old ladder closer to you with a little persuasion from the Force, stepping onto it with care. You’ll start looking through to see if what’s on the shelves is actually alphabetized, while Obi-Wan works on what’s yet to be placed there.

For a while, you work like that in quiet harmony. The titles your eyes skim over are worn, faded so that it’s almost difficult to read. A few of them are in languages you can’t translate, and every once in a while you have to fish your comm off of your belt to see what the kriff they are. The first half hour doesn’t see too much disarray. You work slowly, carefully across the top row of the first shelf, shuffling one or two of the heavy old tomes around.

It surprises you just how much they weigh in comparison to the slim, sleek body of a holonov. When you touch a real, authentic flimsi book, you can appreciate that every word took effort to print. Every page holds just a portion of data, compared to having all of it compressed down into one place via a holonov. This is something that took so much time to create, meticulous, precious.

And…it smells amazing. In wonder, you raise the old book to your face, cracking it open in the middle to inhale the scent. You must look rather silly, because from below you, Obi-Wan’s rich laughter rings out into the quiet space. Twisting around to peer down at him, you see him smiling, holding a tome so thick and heavy you think you’d double over from the weight if you held it between your own hands.

“Have you never held a real book before?”

“Perhaps I haven’t,” you answer, with a trace of defensiveness.

You know it shows your age, to only know the technological convenience of holonovels. Even if real books weren’t exactly relevant when Obi-Wan was young, either, they were still more prevalent than they are today. You can imagine him, baby-faced at twelve years old, pulled up to one of the tall tables in the main sitting areas in the Archives. Master Qui-Gon would, no doubt, handle one of the heavy tomes with grace.

“Well, that’s quite alright.” Obi-Wan lifts his own book to his nose, the dark cover a faint blue worn out with age. “They do have a nice smell about them, don’t they?”

“Not something you’re bound to get with what we use these days.”

He runs one wide, calloused hand over the front of the book. Your eyes tend to zero in on those practiced hands, the long fingers and the scarred palms. If asked to pick his hands out of dozens without seeing the face of the owner, you know you could find him in a heartbeat. You’ve spent far too long admiring him, trying to memorize every little bit and piece, to miss something so important. You feel as if you know every freckle, every little thatch of light hair across his knuckles. Their warmth. Their strength.

Dust motes scatter into the air as his hand moves, spinning in the ray of sunlight coming from the single high window far above your heads.

“Ugh.” Obi-Wan wrinkles his nose. “The condition these poor things are in. We really ought to clean them off while we’re back here.”

He sounds sorry for them, and that in turn garners sympathy in your own heart. Though the books are far from living things, it’s easy to get caught up in imagining they’re full of nostalgia, sorrow even, for the days of the past. If they’re capable of hanging onto glimpses of the Force, then it’s almost as if they lived once.

Your shelving forgotten for the moment, you begin the descent back down the ladder to where he stands. Obi-Wan still seems fascinated by what he holds, staring down at the cover as though he’s still contemplating its meaning. From here, you can read it well enough: Non-Sentient Species: Theories on Their Reactions to Changes in the Surrounding Force, by Tarla Madak. Sounds like a real page-turner.

“Have you read that one before?”

But you almost forget your question as soon as it leaves your mouth. You’d meant to add with Master Jinn, to maybe start a conversation about his time as a Padawan. Obi-Wan doesn’t speak frequently about it, after all. Here in this quiet, cozy corner of the old Archives might be a good place to open up the discussion, if he’s willing.

You forget to ask the rest of your question because Obi-Wan’s blinking rapidly, his face caught in an expression somewhere between confusion and irritation. With his mouth open slightly, his brows tilting together, he raises his elbow to cover his face and sneezes. It’s a sudden, breathless sound, like the sensation had been surprised out of him every bit as much as it had surprised you.

You blink. “Oh, Force guide –”

He sneezes again, harsher, clamping the book tight at his side with his free arm so it doesn’t fall to the floor.

“Force guide you,” you repeat, with a small laugh.

“Kriff,” he mutters when he emerges, sniffing. “I’m sorry, I’m not certain where that came from. Wait. Yes I am.” His light blue eyes trail across the dust-filled air, and Obi-Wan lets out a soft groan. “All the Force-forsaken dust.”

In the far reaches of your brain, something keeps you maintaining a straight face. At least you hope so. You know this isn’t the time or place to be fawning about how cute he looks, annoyed with the situation. He may or may not recall your reaction to seeing him like this – and even if it’s not the first thing on his mind, it’s definitely the first thing on yours. So you call on your training, on your kriffing composure, and straighten your spine.

For a moment Obi-Wan looks around the place, eyes watering, face flushed. As if wondering now if taking on Anakin’s punishment is really worth it. In the handful of seconds where he hesitates, you wonder if you should suggest just leaving – these books will still be waiting for Anakin when he returns from the Outer Rim. On top of that, it’s not even Obi-Wan’s task to be doing this in the first place.

Before you can decide anything, Obi-Wan’s breath hitches once, twice, his fingers coming up to scrub desperately at his flushed nose. It’s not enough. Again he has to turn away from you, stifling a sneeze into his tunic-covered elbow. You wonder if it won’t soon be soaked if he keeps doing it like that. Right on cue, he reaches into the pocket of his undertunic, still cursing under his breath.

“This is going to take longer than I thought,” he says, retrieving the clean handkerchief with obvious relief. “And Anakin’s certainly going to owe me for it.”

“You’re sure you want to stay?” you ask, wringing your hands a little. Obi-Wan takes his time blowing his nose, shuffling from nostril to nostril to make sure the action’s doing its job. As he lowers the handkerchief from his face, he pauses to rub his nose with one hand once more, something you’ll never catch him doing in public. This little action of surrender is private, something he’d only ever let you see.

“Well, we’ve already made a start.”

You should've guessed that he'd be stubborn. When it comes to anyone else in distress or danger, Obi-Wan is the first one to offer help. If he's the one facing an obstacle, however, getting him to seek the same sort of care is often one degree away from impossible. You can say one thing for certain; Anakin Skywalker is going to get an earful from you when he's back home in the Temple.

Reluctant, you nod. Obi-Wan is already turning his attention back to the matter at hand, though his life Force is colored with a shade more wariness than it had been before the two of you had started. The more books you move, the more dust will be disturbed. Yet the more time you take, the more he'll have to breathe in anyway. A complicated dilemma. Is it better to get it all over with at once? Take some time to acclimate?

He seems to go with the former option, picking up the next book with a heavy sigh. Thankfully, this one looks like it's been touched some time in the last decade, and transferring it to the shelf causes little disturbance to his irritated sinuses. You hear some light sniffling here and there as you try to turn your attention back to the higher shelves, making sure that everything already there is in order.

For a few minutes, it's almost as if there was no interruption in the first place. Comfortable silence reigns once more between you as you resume your duties and he resumes his, each of you minding the other in the small space. Occasionally, you'll reach down to see if he has something you need to fill an empty gap.

These glances down are torturous, and you're fighting not to let him know. It's difficult to keep your mind on your work when you're so interested in how he's faring with the dust in the environment. You find yourself leaning too far over the edge of the ladder when a particularly heavy book catches you off balance, and before you know it, the thing's slipping through your fingers.

"Oh, kriff –"

The curse is out of your mouth as the book seems to drop to the floor below in slow motion, stopping halfway down. Obi-Wan holds out a graceful hand, keeping it steady with the Force. You breathe out a relieved sigh, knowing that you'd be the one in trouble if Madame Jocasta found out you caused damage to one of these ancient tomes.

"Thank you," you say. "That would've been my head."

He lowers the book to the wobbly table nearby, guiding it to safety. But there's an odd look on his face, his right hand trembling. As you crane down to catch a better look at his face, your heart leaps; his gorgeous face is overwhelmed with a familiar about-to-sneeze expression, and you know exactly why.

Dropping the book had caused an explosion of dust. You can see it flare out like an upside-down blossom, wild and fast, half caught in the sunbeam and half out. And Obi-Wan’s standing right in it.

The effect is almost immediate. His face screws up in an almost helpless expression of urgency, sucking in a breath for dear life. There’s no time for him to stifle the first sneeze or even raise his elbow – it just bursts out of him, harsh and breathless, nearly bending him over at the waist. He tries to get his wrist up to cover the spray, but even that is a wasted effort, and you see the expelled air move the dancing dust particles as you stand there motionless, captivated.

Your mouth opens and a small sound comes out – perhaps the beginning of a Force guide you – but no words emerge. In seconds Obi-Wan is sneezing again, this time sure to bring the handkerchief to his face, and then again, the double followed by an exasperated swear. From the edges of the shimmering blue handkerchief you can see his nose is already growing pink and irritated, his eyes watering.

“I’m so sorry,” you manage, though in truth you’re anything but. “I should’ve been more careful.”

Seeing him like this does something to your body and your mind that borders on obscene as he’s held hostage by the dust still falling to the floor around you. Excitement pulses quick in your core, running like lightning through the Force as he struggles to get a grip on himself. From the look on his face, though, that won’t be happening anytime soon. Obi-Wan’s eyes alight on you, the blue even more prominent now, his nostrils wet.

“No, sweetheart it wasn’t your –” his breath hitches, eyes threatening to close, and your hands tighten at your sides. Among other things. “W-wasn’t your –”

It can’t be helped. Obi-Wan succumbs to another sneeze, sounding outright desperate as he does. He doesn’t even have time to lift his face from the handkerchief (no doubt getting damp by now) before giving in to another, and then amazingly another. You’ve never heard him sneeze three times in a row before, and never mind in such rapid succession. The lightest tinge of worry worms its way into your mind as he pauses there, breathing lightly, seeming to try to decide whether or not it’s safe to emerge from his handkerchief again.

“Wasn’t your fault,” he says at last, blowing his nose. It sounds thick and congested, like it’s barely doing any good. “Oh, kriff. I’m dizzy.”

“We should leave,” you murmur, biting your lip hard. “Let Anakin deal with this mess.”

Something in your tone must catch his attention, because Obi-Wan turns his focus away from his own irritated nose to look up at you. In that moment, you know you’re caught. By now, you ought to know that the two of you are too attuned to one another to try and keep anything a secret for long, especially when you’re so…sensitive to seeing him this way. He raises an eyebrow, saying nothing, yet you can feel him trying to get a grip on your life Force with his own.

That in itself manages to send heat flushing over your face, down your neck. Knowing that someone knows you so well and that you’ve been caught looking? More than looking – staring, admiring, drooling – it makes you feel like you wish the shelves behind you would open up, the old books bending their spines, the pages swallowing you into their folds. With both of you well aware of the situation by now, of how you feel about it, Obi-Wan chuckles a little under his breath.

“Why would I do that, when you’re so obviously entertained?” he remarks dryly.

Sometimes you can’t believe his nerve. Because even though he can be the sweetest man in the galaxy, brushing your hair aside and cupping your face in his hands to kiss you, there are other times when he is an absolute bastard. The little quip sends double the blood rushing to your cheeks, and you groan, covering your face in immediate embarrassment.

“Obi-Wan, karabast,” you groan.

There’s no doubt he can feel how aroused you are. Before you can recover from your own little fit of humiliation, you feel his warm hand on your wrist, urging you to lower your hands. And God he’s incredibly close, only inches away, giving you a crooked grin and looking gorgeous and rumpled from the sneezing fit. All you can do is let him do as he pleases with you. You let your hands fall back to your sides, his body pressing to yours with ease. You’re aware that his handkerchief is still balled in his free hand as he walks you backward into the nearest shelf, each of you moving in perfect sync, well practiced at this.

“Darling,” he purrs, moving in until your lips are only a single breath away. “How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t have to be embarrassed.” He kisses you once, lightly. “You don’t have to be ashamed.” Again, the barest brush of lips, and you pout when he pulls away. “Kitten, don’t make that face. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to kiss me, p-please.”

You can hear your own voice, know it’s coming from you, but it’s hard to recognize so weighed down with want. The feeling bleeds into the air, a single note of wavering desperation carried on the Force itself, and Obi-Wan can’t resist you. He’s never been good at telling you no, and this time is no exception. With a single trembling breath in and a wet-sounding sniffle, he breaches the gap, and you collide with the shelf.

Obi-Wan kisses you like it’s been years, and not hours. His impatience surprises you, arouses you, and it doesn’t take you long to respond with equal enthusiasm. When you go back to think about the moment later, you muse that it must have something to do with being seen as desirable, even in a moment of vulnerability and what would normally be perceived as being undesirable. Most people aren’t attracted to what you are, after all. You’re so glad that he accepts you the way you are, that he just goes with it.

But most of all, you’re glad that he’s slowly grinding his hips into yours in the very back of the Temple’s Archives, making delicious little noises in his throat. It drives you insane when he does that, moaning softly like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Pressed so closely, it takes you a moment to realize that he’s still holding the handkerchief tight in one hand at his side, one of its soft edges brushing over your forearm. The exposed skin breaks out in goosebumps.

You could live here, in this hidden dusty nook, letting his tongue lap against yours. The gentle tickle of his beard and mustache against your skin is familiar and tantalizing, the perfect stimulation, a mirror to what’s happening below the belt as he ruts against you in an unhurried rhythm. You return the motion, feeling him twitch against you, his breath growing more and more quick until –

Obi-Wan pulls away from you rapidly, rushing to shove his face into the crumpled handkerchief for a violent sneeze.

“Bless you,” you say delicately.

“Thank you.” He takes the time to wipe his nose thoroughly before pulling you back in, tucking the handkerchief into his trouser pocket. “Shall we continue?”

You lean up on your toes to kiss him in lieu of giving a verbal answer, and you feel him smiling against your mouth. God, it feels so wrong to be doing this where you know, where you can feel other Jedi milling around. In the back of your mind, you know it would be impossible for anyone to sneak up on you. The two of you are facing the only entrance, and you’d hear or sense them coming far before you ever saw them. Still, being out in the open is thrilling. Seeing Obi-Wan like this doubles – perhaps even triples – the sensation. You want nothing more than to abandon this little book sorting project and take him up to your room, now.

“I think that can be arranged,” Obi-Wan muses, reading your thoughts. To be fair, you’re all but throwing them at him. Keeping his body flush with yours, he takes a look around the ancient corner of the Archive, somewhat sheepish. “You know what? I suppose you’re right. This is Anakin’s mess, and he can clean up after it himself. Literally, this time.”

You grin. “I’m proud of you, Master Kenobi.”

Later, when you’re sweaty and exhausted in the sheets, both of you laugh imagining the look on Anakin’s face when he tries to enter the Archives, only to find a stern Madame Jocasta waiting for him, disappointed to find that he’d left the place a disorganized mess. You’re laughing hard enough imagining it, in fact, that the motion does interesting things to your naked body pressed against Obi-Wan’s own. He grabs you up, hungry, for more of what you’ve just finished with.

It’s a long, satisfying night.

[angelofthepage]

Reacting to BATDR Part 3

Following along with SuperHorrorBro’s Bendy and the Dark Revival playthrough, here’s our thoughts after part 3. I’ve got a little less to say since a lot of my initial impressions are out of the way, but there’s still stuff to say. Warning, the beginning is a little critical, but towards the end I turn it around.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hv89eaE63Z8 Here’s the video so that you can follow along.

OKAY SO GHOST GIRL-I don’t like her right off the bat. Listen, I think she’d probably be a fine character, I’m not as critical of the cartoon herself, I’m more critical of the enemy’s behavior. She just pops up out of nowhere and SCREAMS before rushing you, and I just, oooooh no, oh I cannot, oh that cannot be fun to fight against. I could not keep my cool in playing through that, I’ve jumped every single time Carley has shown up. I’m also just, a little disappointed with the way this was implemented in terms of narrative? Like, her creator there, Jane Todd, there is something about her that I probably would’ve found very relatable as a teenager, but I don’t know what to make of it now. Okay Jane, please, explain to me how Carley being a member of the Butcher Gang works. What does she add to their dynamic? Why is she a ghost, what’s the backstory on that? What kind of story is she built for? If I had more details about Carley and what makes her work within these cartoons, I would probably love her. I really hope this is expanded upon, ‘cause like, we already know so little about the Butcher Gang, I’d LIKE to get more characterization on them and on this fourth member but...she leaves something to be desired. I think get the sense the writing on this was supposed to be about sexism or just general bullying in the art department, another underdog story gone wrong like we had with Buddy, but it doesn’t really land for me.

When I say I would’ve related to this as a teenager, I was the only girl in a group of guys, and they treated me like utter garbage most of the time, even when I was dating one of them. We did a lot of roleplaying back then, and as the only girl, and the only one with a female character, I was consistently stuck playing the damsel in distress, since they all had to be a bunch of Sonic DBZ knock-offs and fight each other, and I just, wasn’t allowed to participate. If I tried, I was never allowed to have a victory or partake in weaving the story, it sucked. So like, yeah, I empathize with Jane a lot in wanting to see your character succeed and be appreciated, especially after someone’s hurt you and told you you weren’t good enough. But there’s something about the way it’s done here that just, doesn’t vibe with me. And part of that is also that I’ve just, read the Crack Up Comics? And I really like them? And we’re now three chapters in and there has been no appearance of any toons besides the butcher gang? Actually, no, it’s not even the full butcher gang, I don’t think we’ve seen Barley/Fisher at all this playthrough, what’s up with that? But specifically with the comics, we have SO MANY great cartoon characters that already exist, and none of them have so much as shown up here yet. When I was speculating about the fourth member of the gang, I thought it would be someone from there, like Ruby Goldberg or Miss Twisted, or maybe we’d finally get a cartoon Alice that had gone rogue, but instead we kind of have a character that feels like she came out of nowhere, like she was made to be a new enemy type as the top priority. And that’s kind of disappointing, but also fitting. The development cycle on the original Butcher Gang had their monster forms designed before the cartoons, it feels like Carley was made the same way, like she’s a ghost because that functions in a cool way from a game development perspective. It’s a shame, I like her cartoon design a lot more, I kind of hope it shows up somewhere else.

Also not sure how I feel about the ink demon. Not really loving the teeth. Like teeth in and of themselves are find, but the way they’re curved and stick out is just, not so much scary as it is odd when he gets up in your face. I’m preferring Beast Bendy’s teeth as it stands, and that’s really what this design feels like, an in-between of the ink demon and Beast Bendy. I’m not opposed to that, that’s quite clever, but I get the sense Wilson and the Ink Demon aren’t one and the same this time either. This is kind of dashing my speculation that the ink demon has any sort of a soul, I had suspected some part of him was made of Wally or Joey since the first game, and it just, feels like he’s a generic evil force. He’s very creepy, quite terrifying, and the characterization isn’t what I expected, but I don’t dislike him, it’s just taking some getting used to. I was expecting a little more sass and mischief.

Speaking of Wally, glad to see he’s back! It’s still only in note form, but that’s okay, still happy he’s been acknowledged! That is an interesting note, all our previous characters are just notes so far. Sammy, Shawn, Tom, and Wally, no audio for them yet, just words. I do hope we get to hear at least some of them soon. Also love that Tom called the ink machine his, that’s important. His note gave me many feels.

Speaking of characters though, I LOVE Porter?! Oh my gosh he’s so much FUN! He’s eccentric, a little silly, adventurous, clumsy, very Cheshire Cat in nature, and I didn’t see that coming, it’s refreshing. I think I’m right that he’ll come back to upgrade us later on besides this one, but the fact that he gives us the Bendy equivalent of Splatoon 3′s zipcaster is kind of awesome. Flow is a cool ability, I wonder who wrote the name for it on the wall, or where he learned the ability, and so much more. I have a friend who was already smitten with Porter upon his reveal in the trailer, I look forward to seeing her reaction to him now.Just, great character introduction, I would fight for him.

Also, small thing, LOVE the Searchers in this one! Oh my gosh their models are so much nicer, the movement are interesting, they’re just, SO COOL?! I love this so so much, Searchers my beloveds. Surprised it took them this long to return.

The Artists’ Rest area horrifies me. Joey Drew really said ‘don’t leave work, sleep here’ and I will not be over that for a long time, sir you suck. I’ve talked with friends about this when we saw this area in the trailer, the fact that this sounds a lot like something Walt Disney almost did just, oooooh, oh man, Joey PLEASE- But man, the employees here sure did have a lot going on. I can’t believe they had time for gambling, partying, and hook-ups with all the work they had to do.

I will say, I LOVE all the new cartoon character art on the walls of the studio. Alice on the swing is high up there, but I’m smiling at all of it, it’s great to see them all again and feeling so alive. Also love that we have cutouts of multiple characters rather than just Bendy, that feels good. The toons are a delight in many forms. One thing I’m surprised by is just how little we’re seeing of the toons though. Like they’re there in the decor, but we haven’t seen a single Boris. I noticed it in trailer that there were no Boris corpses to be found, same with the Butcher Gang, and I have to ask, why? Their corpses littered Heavenly Toys in the first game to show just how wicked Malice was, and on top of it, the living ones attacked us frequently. Here it feels like we’re mostly fighting lost ones, and our main toony enemy is Carley, that’s not the shift I expected. 

I am kind of glad the audio logs have labels now that feature a vague idea of what they’re about. Wilson’s snake analogy leaves me with questions, but Nathan’s whole thing about feeling haunted and no one wanting to see the exhibit is so sad. Man, Joey’s work just carries so many ghosts with it, doesn’t it? Ghosts come up a lot this chapter, we also got that note that seems to allude to a new enemy type, shadowy creatures that aren’t fully reborn from the depths. Oh gosh am I nervous to deal with those.

Curious to see what comes next. I’m still really liking it, but I’m a bit nervous. The fact that some people have already beaten the game in five hours does not bode well for me not getting spoiled, but also, that’s not a long time to bring all the pieces together in a narrative like this. I’m hopeful that this game will answer more questions than it presents. Didn’t think I’d be concerned about that, but after the books doing the opposite, maybe I am a little. Oh, one last thing, we have our first repeat name, we have a guy named Bill who works at JDS, not to be confused with the Bill from TLO, that’s gonna be a thing worth tagging later if he ends up prominent in the fandom works.

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It’s 20 June 2024 and there’s something I don’t get about Lie groups. I’m annoyed because I found the Attachment some months ago and lost it. Silly me.

I think the issue I’m having is the lack of clarity about dimensions. And that’s because I don’t think of matrices as representing dimensions though they do. So I heard in my head a dry recitation that these are the matrices which reduce into D3-4, if reduce is the correct idea. I mean that octonions and the like reduce into D3-4 through the Jacobi identity.

Let’s look at it because something’s not clicking despite the clarity. We have a, b and c and we take every associative possibility and add them up, so a times, b times, c times, and that makes 0.

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Still haven’t found the mislaid kernel idea, but the general conceptions are becoming clearer almost by the minute. Example is that I finally accepted that a Cartan matrix is literally set to 2 because that embodies 2:1. And this also means 2:1 explains the concept of a field of characteristic 2, like why 1 can equal -1 and 1 + 1 can equal 0. This fits to the concept of skew symmetry.

Not sure where this goes. Maybe just keep typing to see what happens. Stop stalling. Okay, a field of characteristic 2 means we enable overlapping Irreducibles in the 1-0-1//0-1-0 form, meaning we can relate 1 to 1 over 0 or 1 to 1 as 1 to 0. What does that translate as? I mean that 1 to 0 means 1+1 equals 0 because we can read the 0 as the other 1 in the process. Same then with 1 equals -1; the bidirectional nature of gsProcess generates this result.

Not sure this is rigorous enough. The idea is that the notation includes these processes, and you can identify how and where the labels fit in the layers of counting.

That’s one way to look at Planck scale, btw. It’s where the layers of counting become visible. In other words, while the quanta appear within [D3-4], they aren’t tiny bits of counting but are whatever has resolved or otherwise collected into existence.

Imagine how much quicker this would go if you were doing this. Of course, then I would be of not much use and you would be of not much use either, but still maximizing that pairing potential can be annoying. The plasticity required is phenomenal. If I hadn’t shifted sides, could I have done this? Don’t think so. Which is also annoying because that was extremely difficult in every sense. Shifted sides to learn what the other side is like, how it looks from that perspective, and that builds a stronger mediating 1 which fits to the IC arrangement of CM16 in which we see the 2 scale over the diagonal.

That became something, didn’t it? That is where the 2 scale comes from: CM16 into the Cartan matrix. You see in that the necessary compression and expansion of the IC scale. In fact, we can see all sorts of cool things, like how we can divide permutations by saying this Halving leads this way, and this the other, like maybe these are abelian and these aren’t, like these have integer solutions and these don’t, etc. because that applies the concept of Halving, which is a specific gsProcess term which treats 2:1 as a function which inverts in and out of 2, not in and out of the 1 of CM1. That’s like saying it inverts in and out of the Ends in CM16.

This is really beautiful material. Not just silk, but knotted raw silk, like the textured smoothness of the peasant dress Julie Andrews wore in Sound of Music, glowing in the light.

Willie Mays was one of my heroes. And Jordan and Skander named one of their kittens after Willie. The other is Sandy Koufax. I saw Willie steal home when he was over 40, in the era when players were washed up in their early to mid-30’s. With modern training, he could have played until he was 50. You know The Catch was followed by The Throw. The story is that when he went to minor league ball, the other fielders were told that if a ball was hit to center to go to a base because the ball was going to be there and they needed to be ready. He had that extremely rare combination of extreme physical and mental ability for the game.

BTW, if you want to see why Brady was so good, look up him talking about playing QB on TikTok. Same thing. Couldn’t run, but he grew up in an era when running was a negative. He learned late.

So, the Cartan matrix is CM16, and that is also 2:1. Does that mean 8 appears here? And thus CM64 feeds into that directly as the root becoming or fitting to the solution? (Uh, yes. Duh.) Oh my goodness, that translates into 0Space, meaning [D3-4]. Think CM100, 50:50, and how fit occurs.

This is, btw, part of the essential discussion about choice, that it exists within layers because the permutations are available within the potential, whether that’s in 0Space or in the enclosing dimensional structure which relates to 0Space and what we think of as actual stuff.

My mind wandered. Where were we? I started to think about how this constructs all the [D4-3], which means the gsProcess and the D4-3 existences, meaning those which relate to but do not resolve to D3-4 existences. That places a Boundary between [D3-4] and [D4-3]. This Boundary is obviously for Things, meaning iObjects, meaning the operations of resolution which manifests as attraction within [D3-4]. This means field effects as those extend out in [D3-4] and in [D4-3]. This constructs across the infinities of 1’s and of course across the CM16. This explains a lot into the concept of multiverses.

I’m thinking we’re really getting Attached. I mean the work is coming together, that the 1Space is Attaching to the 0Space. I’m not sure if there’s a missing piece in this or not. The transition is the relation over pairing inherent in the 1-0Segment, so 0Space emerges naturally within 1Space. That is extraordinary, and obviously correct because 0Space must in fact emerge out of the relativity, out of the gsProcess, which means the associative in all its potential and through all the functions which generate across and into that potential, into that gsSpace. We covered this recently when we described how the relative workings of the Informational Limit as that translates into 0Space provides the motivation for existence and for animation, for life, both within and across existences.

The Triangular of quarks would be a nice title.

Another meaning of Attached is like being hitched, like a marriage, like a couple of draft horses pulling a wagon, back to back or one behind the other or side by side, in series or parallel, over an Extent, over a gsParallel. That occurs within 0Space as a manifestation of the Eternal. Oh, that’s why the idea that marriage is forever came up: the concept literalizes the Eternal, meaning the infinite process as it occurs within the finite fields of constructed 0Space existence. So the idea becomes to imitate this, which then tends to become an order or imposition rather than what develops in depth. But that also means people joined together in hate are joined together in hate, which then is true for each of them because the Registry records that as an Actuality because Actualities are counted on the szK.

The power of that idea is almost absurd. It truly does mean that people condemn themselves. It also means there are Pathways which go in the proper direction, but the process is difficult because the Jacobi identity generates 0’s and thus the accompanying 1’s for a CM16 which tips and which develops channels which pressure conformity within those contexts. This is really good if I can translate that better.

The word isn’t generates so much as reads as 0 because there are apparent solutions. Why are there apparent solutions? That’s a consequence of the context structure generated by and within any CM1. That’s permutation structures. That’s Attachment because within the +1 are all the Pathways which connect to the resolutions which are possible. That can mean a narrow range of reactions, even if the understanding underneath is complicated.

I need to go for a walk. Having a big dinner tonight, celebrating the end of our time in Boston. I hope you are loving this as much as I am. Or more.