#I might draw more of this. I want to anyways

[mangocatastrophe]

Stakeout Homework

I’m sorry if this is hard to read on mobile or PC, I like doing page layouts for practice in case I decide to make my own graphic novel.

This took me 8 hours in total, from May 2 to May 4, after a period of really intense artistic self loathing. Thankfully, loathing has subsided! For now XD.

The most fun part to draw was the background in Panel one. I used to fear background, but I’m slowly starting to rlly like them!

Some cross-over/au details:

- All three boys are on season one of their respective shows, so Danny and Randy are 14 and Peter is 16

- This is Spectacular Spider-Man specifically (he’s my favourite)

- Danny and Randy go to the same school. Decided to mesh together Norrisville and Amity Park. Since Randy’s school is more relevant to his lore, I decided to keep their school as Norrisville High, while the city is Amity Park.

- They’re on a field trip to New York, where they met Peter.

I might make a follow up comic where Peter helps them with their homework. The lucky bastard is the only Smart Kid ™️ (afaicr anyways, I havent seen RC9GN in a while)

Ik that usually Jake Long is the third member of the trio, but I’ve never seen that show and Im a big TSSM fan, so yanno, wanted to build my own trio XD

Ps. If anyone that likes to voice act/practicr voice acting sees this, feel free to dub it! Would love to see it

[nothingwithdignity]

So the scene where they cast zone of truth to interrogate Molly after their first run in with Cree is a fantastic lore drop for Molly, but that’s not what stuck out to me on this rewatch.

Nott is so stuck on the fact that Molly has no interest in returning to who he was before, or even knowing about who that person was, and on first watch, it’s easy to brush it off as just a different perspective and an obsessive character. We’ve seen Nott get stuck on certain things before, so the repetitive topic isn’t a red flag in and of itself. Interesting line of questions and we do learn a lot about Molly by the way he answers, but not particularly notable in the grand scheme of things.

But Sam is laying the groundwork for Nott’s story in everything she does. He’s setting up this incredible contrast to Molly, who only wants to live in the moment, with Nott, who clings to her past as her solid ground, the thing she lives for and is actively working to get back to.

Nott asks “what if his life was really wonderful?” because hers was. Because for her “before” was the life worth living and now is the nightmare. Because her reason to go forward is inextricably linked to her memories of what was. It’s so fundamental to her that to even imagine someone might not want that is a stretch.

It’s a testament to the way Sam tells her story that even in the most innocuous scenes, he’s tugging at heartstrings we didn’t know we had. It’s the kind of thing that only pays off with the benefit of hindsight, but with context it tells us so much about where Nott is at mentally and emotionally. He’s showing us what she cares about and pointing to a past that matters. At this moment in the story, she’s a little goblin girl and it’s easy to not look any deeper but Sam is using this moment to point backwards and say “there’s something there that matters to her” without drawing any focus from the main point of the scene.

And I know this isn’t how the spell works, but I’ve watched enough of Sam’s play style to think it might matter anyway. Nott failed the saving throw against zone of truth and not only did she fail, she rolled a one. Sam likes to play into the stories the dice tell so I think it’s deliberate. I think the spell pulls out a bit more of the truth than Nott intended to share at this point and he’s giving us a glimpse of the cards she holds so close to her chest.

[spirit-doll]

Hey! I introduce u Beasts from Real Life CRK AU!

(I didn't draw SS because it's important for me to know at least some information about him. Let's imagine that he hasn't reached the portal to the Real World yet.)

ANYWAY!

MF. I decided to get rid of her headdress, but I left Soul Jam so that she would still hold herself in no one's authority. Shuns other Ancients except DC - with him she solved their political problems.

SM. I didn't really change his image, except for Soul Jam (p.s. I took his Soul Jam away from him. I don't need to destroy the apartment.) But he's still so silly.

BS. I already wanted to make him look more chilly. So I made his hair into a bun. I like it when guys do that :) Well, he'll look like a grumpy brother in the morning. He may change normally in my AU.

ES. I can't say anything about her character yet, but according to my assumptions, I think she might like a teenage style (more precisely, one of my styles. I'm 16, I can) . That's why she wears tank tops and short shorts. Maybe I'll get along with her, let's see what kind of character she has.

[dimalry]

can i just say i love how committed you are to drawing different face shapes, including noses?? i’ve always been self conscious of my big nose and seeing you draw the characters with one every now and then has really helped with confidence so thank you for that ❤️

Awww it makes me happy that you feel represented in my art but also sad. Big noses are so beautiful and I especially love to draw it on women, always so ethereal! You know these „before and after“ vids? I don’t want to shame anyone for their decision to change their features, it just feels like an angel loses it’s wings when they do it and I blame society and its ridiculous beauty standards for it.

And I actually doubted my skills at drawing features so your ask means a lot ❤️‍🩹 I‘m inspired to draw more characters with big noses now—It’s time to be appreciated!

I love designing the Archerons and the bat boys cause I want them to look different from each other. There are so many beautiful fanarts of them, but the only way you could distinguish them is by their symbols (Feyre and her tattoos, Azriel and Cassian their syphons, Elain with flowers etc.). Sometimes I even have too look at the caption to know who’s who. I want people to look at my art and know instantly just by their faces.

I still want the Archerons to resemble each other so it's clear they're sisters, but the guys should all look very different from one another. I LOVE Nesta, Cassian and Elain in this. I‘ve done a pretty good job on Azriel and Feyre too, but Rhys pisses me off here. I feel like his design is so basic but idk.

— (Edit) I‘m trying to depict the guys as Albanians, I hope I‘ve done a decent job. I want Rhys to be half Türk, so hopefully you could tell? (I don’t think so)

Anyway, here’s some more face-study sketches that were collecting dust:

Merrill and Gwyn. I have an interesting version of Merrill in mind that isn’t evil at all. (I might change her hairstyle though)

I hope you have a lovely week 🧡

[bbywriter]

one by one | c. sturniolo

masterlist

summary: a look into decorating your daughter’s room

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: the use of mommy and daddy but like NOT in a kinky way<3 also idk how accurate this conversation is for a four year old but ik your baby w chris would be smart anyways

notes: one more blurb before i start school again tomorrow </3 this has been collecting dust in the drafts since this surprise came out.

word count: 1.3k

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The ice dispenser was stubborn and got jammed a couple times, but finally, you managed and are now headed upstairs to your daughter’s room, hands full of bedroom makeover pick-me-ups. Three glasses of pepsi, two drinkable straight from the cup and the other topped with a pretty flower straw.

It’s the weekend and your day off from work, but you guys have been busy since the morning. Now that the pink paint on the walls has had the time to dry overnight, you and Chris have spent the past couple hours rearranging furniture and adding the final touches to your daughter’s room. Princess covers, a cozy mermaid lamp, and as per her request, sparkly star stickers.

When you make it back to the entrance of her room, you find the two of them exactly how you left them.

Chris is cross-legged in the middle of a fluffy heart shaped rug, leaning back on his hands as he watches your daughter who is sitting way too close to the wall. She presses a collage of pink stars to the surface in no particular order.

“Yesterday Ms. Claire gave me a gold star for my drawing,” your baby says mindlessly, tilting her head at the wall to figure out where to place the next sticker.

Chris gasps softly. “No she didn’t,” he replies. His tone is wondrous like he’s asking her to tell him more.

“Yeah. She said my drawing is perfect and she stuck it to my paper.” A boxy smile, the same as her dad’s, finds its way to her face. Her tiny voice is proud as can be.

“Perfect, huh? Bet you get a million of those stars a day then.”

A giggle almost escapes your lips when she nods smugly at Chris’s words. Like she knows, in fact, that she is perfect. You keep quiet, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

“Yeah. More than all of these,” she claims, poking at each star on the wall one by one with her glittery finger.

Chris hums thoughtfully. "So can Daddy get a star then?"

Her finger freezes in the middle of the biggest star, her whole body pausing at the question. "Uhh," she says, voice serious in that very specific way only a four year old can manage. "But you only get stars if you’re perfect."

This time you can’t hold back your laughter. The sound draws both of their heads toward you, and you laugh even harder when you see Chris’s expression. His mouth has fallen open, still upturned at the sides, but his brows have pinched together in slight betrayal at her words.

“Baby that was a little mean,” you tease her, moving to set down the drinks on her night stand and sit next to her on the bed.

It’s clear from your daughter’s expression that she was genuinely just stating a fact, which somehow makes it even funnier. And Chris, of course, isn’t actually offended. But you still take the moment to say something you want her to remember.

"Daddy might not be perfect, but you don’t always have to be to get a star," you tell her, smiling gently as you brush a piece of hair out of her face. "That would make life way too hard, baby. Lots of times, you’re gonna get them for just trying your best."

She listens intently, her hands frozen in midair.

"I think Mommy would have zero stars if I had to be perfect all the time," you add, smiling at her.

She frowns slightly in confusion, thinking you’re still talking about the actual stickers. "I never even gave you any," she says.

You chuckle and scoot closer to her.

"No you haven’t," you grin. "And that’s the thing. Your stars aren’t always gonna be stickers. Just like mine aren’t—I have your dad instead." Her beautiful blue eyes grow wide, taking in your words. "And you," you finish, before attacking her chubby cheeks with wet kisses, your fingers tickling her sides until she’s a giggling, squirming mess.

From where he’s sitting on the floor, Chris can’t help but smile so big as he watches the both of you. Your words melt his heart and the sound of her giggles makes his chest swell; his entire world so happy together in each other’s arms.

Your daughter puts up with the tickling a little longer, then pushes weakly at your shoulders, laughter still bubbling out between breaths.

"Mommy stop," she giggles, her whole face lighting up.

You pester her for a couple more seconds before finally letting up, smiling so fondly at your baby as you squish her cheeks in your hands. “I just love you so much,” you tell her, “you’re so cute, oh my god.”

She sticks her tongue out at you, very reminiscent of her dad’s mannerisms, then giggles and pulls herself out of your hold to get back to her stickers. You place one more kiss to the top of her head and finally look back at Chris.

He’s watching you with the biggest grin on his face. You can’t hear his thoughts, but they’re sweet and so filled with love. You’re such a good mom, and she’s such a good kid, and he doesn’t know how he ever got this lucky.

You make your way to stand next to him. At his side, his hand slides around your hips as he leans his head into your thigh. Instinctively, you place your hand on the side of his face, running your thumb along his temple.

The moment is quiet as you admire the work of the room. The three of you are stuck in your own little worlds until Chris squeezes playfully at your bum to get your attention. You tsk at him.

“Chris,” you scold.

He laughs as he looks up at you, neck strained to see you from under the rim of his cap. “Sit down, baby, we’ve been moving all day,” he says.

You roll your eyes but listen anyway, fitting yourself beside him on the plush rug. Before you can get fully comfortable, you crawl forward on all fours to reach for the drinks on the nightstand. In the position you are in, you feel Chris pat your ass again.

“Yo can you stop?" you laugh, grabbing the glasses and returning to his side. You hand him his drink, but he doesn’t respond right away. He just smiles at you, soft and a little mischievous, like he’s about to say something—definitely dumb or inappropriate—but he stops himself.

Instead, after a moment, he finally replies with, "I love you."

You chuckle and shake your head at the words, but you still feel your chest warm. You glance over at your daughter making sure she’s distracted, and then flip his cap backwards, before placing a hand onto his jaw. You angle him towards you and there’s a second where you smile at each other, before you kiss him softly, then a little deeper.

“I love you, too,” you tell him against his lips.

—

Later that evening, as you get ready for bed, you giggle when you pull off your sweats.

"I must’ve sat on one of her stickers," you say, peeling a pink star off the butt of your pants.

Across the room, Chris tugs off his shirt and looks over at you, already smirking.

"No, I put that there," he confesses the earlier thought he never said out loud.

Your hands fall limp at your sides, the sticker dangling between your fingers. You tilt your head at him, silently asking ‘are you serious?’

Chris laughs at your expression and steps toward you. Before you can say anything else, he pulls you in by the hips, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Nothing more perfect than your ass," he says, grinning as he leans in close, "deserves a million stars in my eyes."

You laugh, half in disbelief, and toss the sweatpants straight at his face.

"You’re the weirdest person ever," you say, still grinning as he catches the pants one-handed and tugs you even closer.

—

a/n: i miss my future daughter</3 and i wanna be chris's wife</3

[yatori-morgana]

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Blood

In which the Leech twins see something they shouldn't have, but they aren't complaining~

Contents & Warnings: established relationship, blood & murder, mentions of cannibalism, tweels being freaky, kinda suggestive?

»Jade Leech x gn!Reader x Floyd Leech

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The blood was everywhere. Splattered on the floor, coating yourself, coloring the body from whence it bled… Everywhere. Brilliant red, drying into an unappetizing brown, as all blood did. You stared down at the fresh corpse, apathetic. They meant nothing to you. You hardly knew them. All that mattered was they got what they had coming to them.

The liquid once warm on your face had started cooling.

"…Y/n?"

The sound of your name tumbling from someone else's lips stopped you dead in your tracks. The wrist you held in your hand dropped to the ground with a dull thud, and you slowly turned from your place on your knees. Your eyes met heterochromic ones.

Jade.

You didn't know what to say, what to do. No one was supposed to know. But it was only Jade. Surely it was fine? But no, what if he had wanted you for your perceived innocence, something to balance his own sin? No, that didn't sound like Jade. But what if this still somehow made you undesirable? It certainly could. It had made you unlovable before. It was almost inevitable that it would happen once again. Such was your fate, you always believed.

He took a step toward you, expression as unreadable as ever.

This was it, this was the moment you always knew would come. The moment of—

Soft lips met your own, drawing a gasp from you. His hand came to your cheek and smeared the sticky blood across your skin, staining himself in the process. Beautiful lashes fluttered while his eyes closed, and his touch once more entranced you.

This kiss was one of the sweetest he'd ever blessed you with, and you couldn't fathom it in your shock. Why?

When he pulled away, he made sure to swipe a thumb over your lower lip. You stared up at him in a daze, but he only smiled, those dazzling teeth on full display in all their razor sharp glory.

"Jade…"

"You've always been beautiful," he murmured, still leaned over you just slightly, "but in this moment, you're ethereal."

Ethereal?

A flush adorned your cheeks, and you raised a hand to hover over the lips he'd kissed so lovingly. "I don't understand," you dumbly admitted.

"You're simply gorgeous covered in the blood of your victims," he answered all too sweetly. "I couldn't resist. I'd take you right now if not for the company of our dearly departed." He gestured to the corpse.

"You still want me?"

"Hm?" Jade tilted his head in curiosity, his mismatched eyes seemingly twinkling as he scrutinized you. "But of course, my love. Did you really think I'd abandon you over something as trivial as this? Please, have more faith in me."

Trivial?

But of course. A stranger's life was worth precious little to someone like Jade. Yet, you had doubted. You should've been more worried about him killing you, not you killing another. What an embarrassment.

"Ah, you're shaking." He knelt in front of you, once more taking your cheek in hand. "Cold? Or do you truly fear abandonment?" He seemed more amused than anything, and you looked down in burning shame. "Chin up, pearl. You'd have to make a grievous mistake for me to leave you — and frankly, I'd kill you on the spot for such a betrayal, so you wouldn't have long to regret it."

"Oh." You awkwardly laughed, but your gaze never lifted. It was an incredibly Jade response, yet you still found yourself unbalanced by it. He must've noticed because he chuckled quietly and pulled you onto his lap.

"Oh, darling relax. I'm only hurt you didn't invite me. I'd've at least liked to watch. Now, would you rather get cleaned up, or do you need more time to rest?" He pressed another kiss to your forehead, and you clung to him like he might very well drop you anyway.

"Stay," is all you said.

"Rest it is."

--

Blood smeared across your tongue as you dragged it along the blade in your hand. Sharp, tangy, and delicious. You were tempted to carve a chunk from the body in front of you, but you knew raw meat was not ideal. Sure, you could've cooked it, but smoke from a flame would draw unwanted attention, and taking it back with you would be a risk, too. It was a shame, really. One should always use every part of their catch, yet you had to constantly deny yourself such pleasures.

Still, you should enjoy the forest while you could. Letting that opportunity go to waste would be the real shame.

"I smell it over here~" A lilting voice mumbled, and your head snapped up. "So fresh~"

Your head turned all too slowly. First Jade, now Floyd? How many more people would catch you in the act? You were lucky it was only them. Anyone else, and you would either be behind bars or cut down in an instant. Except perhaps Azul. He knew when and how to keep his trap shut.

"Ahh~ Shrimpy, whatcha doin' here~?" Floyd singsonged. "And— Oh. My bad~ Ya hunting~?"

Your fingers twitched, hands wanting to move but refusing to, and your eyes locked with his. He maintained his mildly interested, mostly sleepy expression, relatively unbothered. His hand moved to behind his head in a relaxed pose.

"…Sorta." You didn't know what else to tell him. This didn't deter him, though, and he stepped close enough to lean over to you.

"Mm~ Clean kill~ But ya coulda asked me if you were hungry~" Floyd knelt down, and his fingers slowly clasped around your arms, just shy of your shoulders. His voiced dropped low. "I'm always happy t'hunt for my mate~"

A shudder ran through you. Not in fear or disgust, naturally, but something much less flattering.

"It's not like that," you said. "It's… I don't know. I need to do it."

His chin came to rest on your shoulder. "You're hungry," he whispered, "but not for food, huh~?"

You stayed silent, but that was enough evidence for him.

"Don't worry~" He cooed. "Me 'n' Jade won't tell~" His hands slid down your arms, and your breathing stuttered. "You're jus' like us, after all. Hehe, who knew our Shrimpy was such a freak, eh~?"

"Please don't say stuff like that," you muttered. "S'embarrassing."

"You were gonna waste this," he realized, lifting his head up. "Why?"

Your answer was clipped. "Could get caught."

His arms slipped around your waist. "Don't worry~ No one's gonna see us. Lemme help ya cook this~"

"But Floyd—"

"Shh…" He nuzzled your cheek with his. "You're not gonna waste your catch. We'll eat it together~"

You sighed. His mind was made up, and he'd drag you around until he got what he wanted, so there was no use in arguing. Still, you felt a smile coming on. Yes, you were a freak. Not in the fun way he meant it, but a freak nonetheless. And yet, he accepted you in all your gory glory. He and Jade both.

"…Fine. Have it your way."

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[leoruby-draws]

Here's Jason and Steph hanging out and contemplating their futures, aren't they amazing artists? As you can see here, Steph loves to pull Jason's chain, he gives great reactions.

I like to think Jason might be a fan of those EXTREME 90's comics with the super ripped anti-heroes. Though Jason would've been 6ft under during the 90s in the real world. Jason wants nothing more than to be huge and buff, like a real superhero. So he might be a little inspired by those 90s comics here, but he also might've wanted to emulate his new dad as well, who's often drawn with huge muscles. Lucky for him, he's been shown to be pretty swole in canon, maybe too swole sometimes lol.

Btw, Steph's adorable drawing is suppose to say "ACTION PRINCESS SUPER STEPH" might be a bit hard to read there. She's so creative.

It was pretty fun to try to draw like a little kid, the drawings might've come off as too unskilled for their age group I think (Jason and Steph are 8 and 7 here). I don't really remember how I drew at that age, I don't think it looked like this. I think I was trying to draw pokemon and Sailor Moon at that age, some things don't change lol.

This next comic is Jason being ecstatic to share what he created with his dad, I'm sure a lot of artists might know this feeling. Bruce can't believe how cute his new kid is.

To be honest, I like this comic, its cute, but it felt kinda tonally inconsistent to me a little? I think I was trying to compare Jason's two drawings, so Bruce would've been confused at the contrast. But I ended up with Bruce finding what Jason drew, and him enthusiastically trying to show Bruce, really adorable. Sometimes I draw a comic without really thinking what the end result will end up as, so it can feel muddled. idk I had fun drawing it.

As for why Jason's drawings look so different, Bruce likes to train his Robins in the art of memory drawing, to draw all the details they saw in any recent crime/incident. Somewhat similar to a forensic sketch artist (which they're also trained to do). But amusingly this skill didn't translate over to Jason's recreational drawing, so it ended up still looking like that. I remember in middle school how some boys would try to copy the Dragonball z art style with all the huge muscles and stuff. Jason's sketch doesn't quite match that, except in how goofy it looks.

Also it honestly wouldn't surprise me if Batman's been shown to be able to do memory drawing in the comics, I feel like he does? I never really keep track of all of Bruce's skills and knowledge, its just endless.

More of Jason wanting big muscles, Steph finds his ambition funny, while Cass just wants to be somewhere else.

Another one, with Dick this time, I think this was the first drawing I had of super buff Jason. I noticed I had a few drawings of Jason imagining himself as a buff adult, so I decided to pool them all together here. Made for a funny theme I guess lol.

Jason seems to keep imagining himself as still being Blue Jay in his future, it hasn't really occurred to him to take on a different name it seems. In fact, Dick is the one to offer Jason his Robin costume and name, once he becomes Nightwing. Something I obviously pulled from pre-crisis.

Anyways hope you found all this as funny as I did, take care!

[magic-shop-stories]

Hi, C! You write the most amazing headcanons! They're so detailed and beautiful. Would you be willing to make headcanons for OT7 with a plus-sized girlfriend? I'm trying to start loving my body more rather than conform to any beauty standards. Thank you 💜💜💜

💌 Reply:

Hey there... first of all THANK YOU SO SO MUCH for this beautiful request, I am absolutely with you and that might be one of the reasons it took me so long to write this (I'm sorry) , because I really tried not to make it too much about myself and had to take a break while writing. (not that this is an entirely bad thing but it felt pretty personal at some point and I was scared it would be weird)... anyway - I really hope this is what you wanted and what you were looking for 💜 feel hugged and free to ask for more -c -

BTS OT7 x Plus-Size Partner 

NAMJOON

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Intellectual Worship

Namjoon doesn’t just see your body

he studies it

not with clinical detachment

with the awe of a man who believes every curve is a stanza in an epic poem

Late-Night Conversations

catch him staring at your stretch marks in bed

fingertips hovering like he’s afraid to smudge a masterpiece

“These, are like the rings of a sequoia. Proof of growth. Survival.”

you laugh nervously

“And far more interesting than my tree metaphors.”

Artistic Parallels

takes you to the Leeum Museum

stands you in front of a Yayoi Kusama infinity mirror

“You’re like this... endless, luminous. Too vast for any frame.”

Protective Advocacy

at a cafe, a stranger mutters:

“She’s lucky to land him.” 

Namjoon turns slowly

voice calm but eyes blazing

“Luck implies randomness. What we have is physics... inevitable as gravity.”

pays for their coffee

“Enjoy the latte. And the introspection.”

after a bad dysmorphia day, he draws a bath scattered with lavender and his own favorite books

“Join me. The water displacement theory is more fun with two.”

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Words as Armor

Love Notes

slips a handwritten quote into your lunchbox

“You are the universe, expressing itself as human for a little while.” — N.T.

adds a PS

“P.S. Your kimchi pancakes are better than the cosmos.”

Lyrical Tributes

writes a verse about your hips for his solo album

“A cradle for the moon / my hands too small to hold such grace.” 

lets you hear it first

“Too cheesy? I can… edit.”

you cry?

he panics

“Good tears? Please say good tears.”

Acts of Service

Food = Love

learns to bake your childhood dessert

despite burning/ruining it three times

presents the fourth with singed eyebrows

“Uhhh... I am a quick study. Eat.”

Nature Therapy

plans hikes to hidden temples

insists on carrying the picnic basket

“Your strength isn’t measured by a backpack. Let me… contribute to the ecosystem.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning Curve

Mistakes

accidentally buys you a “fitness tracker” as a gift

realizes his error when you freeze

spends the night researching intuitive eating

leaves a tear-stained apology note

“I’m sorry. I’ll be better.”

Education

bookmarks essays on fat liberation

debates toxic diet culture with Jungkook

“Hyung, it’s just a salad...” “It’s never just a salad.”

Shared Vulnerability

Confessions

admits he used to equate “health” with thinness

“I was wrong. Health is… waking up excited to live. You taught me that.”

Mutual Healing

lets you see his own insecurities

= stretch marks from rapid muscle gain, scars from idol pressures

“We’re both… works in progress. Beautifully unfinished.”

HOW HE DEFIES THE WORLD FOR YOU

Public Statements

UN Speech

diverts from his climate script

“Sustainability isn’t just for the planet; it’s for our souls. We must sustain joy, self-love, the radical act of existing unapologetically.”

camera pans to you in the front row

he doesn’t look

he doesn’t need to

Fashion Rebellion

wears a custom suit jacket lined with fabric matching your favorite dress

“So you’re always with me. Even when they crop you out of photos.”

Private Revolutions

Home Sanctuary

turns your shared bedroom into a tech-free zone

“Here, you’re not a ‘body’, you’re my home.”

Legacy Building

plants a gingko tree in your name

“In 100 years, this will remind someone that love outlives labels.”

JIN

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Playful Devotion

Jin’s love is loud, bright, and relentlessly affectionate

doesn’t whisper metapho

declares your beauty like it’s a universal law

Food = Flirtation

drags you into the kitchen for “mandu-making lessons”

they devolve into flour fights

him smearing filling on your nose

“Yah! You’re supposed to eat the mandu, not wear it!”

pauses, tilts his head

“Though you do look delicious.”

Confidence Contagion

when you shyly adjust your dress, he swoops in, spins you

“STUNNING! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!”

shouts so loud the neighbors text to ask if he’s okay

“Tell them I’m enlightened.”

he smirk

Public Pride

Red Carpet Flex

chooses matching outfits for events

your billowing silk gown to his sharp tux

whispers

“They’ll say I’m your arm candy. Joke’s on them... I’M THE SNACK.”

Social Media King

posts unedited candids of you mid-laugh

sauce on your chin

captioned “Masterpiece (and also bibimbap).” 

blocks trolls with a flair

“Bye, haters! My GF’s thighs could end you.”

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Dad Jokes as Armor

Affirmation Warfare

you groan about jeans?

he gasps

“You hate pants? Same. Let’s burn them!”

tosses yours into a bonfire (they’re actually his)

presents you with a satin robe

“Now this is fashion. And by fashion, I mean me staring at your legs.”

Silly Serenades

writes a troti song about your curves to the tune of “Super Tuna.” 

“My baby’s soft, my baby’s round, my baby’s the best snack in town!” 

performs it ONLY for you

Acts of Service (Chaotic Edition)

Spa Sabotage

books a couple’s massage

then bribes the staff to let him DIY it

ends up kneading your shoulders like bread dough

“I am a natural. You’re welcome.”

Fitness? FUN-ness

drags you to a trampoline park

“We’re not here to ‘exercise’... we’re here to bounce haters out of our brains.”

flips mid-air

breaks a spring

blames Jungkook

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Shutting Down Critics

Clapbacks with Class

at a fanmeet, someone asks:

“How do you stay fit dating… her?”

Jin freezes

laughs

“How do you stay rude dating… your personality?”

crowd roars

later, he buys you ice cream

“They’re just jealous I’m taken. Understandable.”

Family Defense

an aunt side-eyes your third serving at Chuseok?

Jin piles more kimchi on your plate

“She’s cultivating mass. For… science. Right, jagiya?”

winks

“Eat up, my little researcher.”

Private Sanctuary

No Mirrors, No Problems

covers the bedroom mirrors with K-drama posters

“Now we can focus on what really matters... my face.”

lets you peel them off one by one when you’re ready

Bad Day Protocol

brings you his childhood teddy bear, and a bucket of fried chicken

“Fluffy’s on hug duty. I’m on wing duty. Cry if you need to... I got napkins.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning (the Jin Way)

buys you a “diet” cookbook as a joke

realizes it’s not funny when you flinch

burns the book in the backyard while roasting marshmallows

“New rule: no diets, just s’mores.”

binge-watches My ID is Gangnam Beauty with you

“See? Even the ‘perfect’ girl’s miserable. Let’s stick to our drama, it’s way funnier.”

Shared Vulnerability

admits he used to worry about “matching” society’s couple standards

“But then I realized... why be a ‘power couple’ when we can be a comedy duo? Way more Oscars.”

joins you in a plus-size yoga class

“Hyung’s flexible... prepare to be amazed!”

sprains his ankle

you half-carry him home

“See? You’re the strong one. I’m the damsel.”

HOW HE DEFINES FOREVER

Proposals & Pancakes

hides a ring in a pancake stack

“Eat up! There’s a surprise…”

panics when you almost swallow it

“WAIT! SPIT IT OUT!”

you cough up a diamond

he kneels, syrup in his hair

“Marry me? Hyung’s a mess without you.”

Wedding Vows

“I vow to always steal your fries, defend your honor, and remind you that you’re the original visual.”

Legacy of Laughter

teaches your future kids to roast diet culture

turns your love story into a webtoon:

“Worldwide Handsome & the Goddess of Chaos.” 

you’re the protagonist

he’s the “plucky sidekick”

YOONGI

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Unspoken Reverence

doesn’t wax poetic

he observes

his love language is in the pauses between words

= the way his calloused fingertips linger on the softness of your hips when you pass him in the kitchen

as if memorizing the topography of a place he calls home

Studio Sanctuary

builds you a corner in his studio with a velvet couch he salvaged from a flea market

“You’ll distract me"

grumbles, but leaves the door cracked when he works.

later, you find a demo track titled “Adagio for Softness”

melody mirrors the rhythm of your breathing

Practical Praise

notices you avoiding mirrors

replaces the bathroom one with a vintage oval frame etched with “Proof of Life” in Hangul

“Now it’s art. Stop glaring at it.”

Defiant Intimacy

Private Rituals

traces the stretch marks on your thighs during thunderstorms

“These look like soundwaves. Let’s sample them.”

records the static of his fingertips against your skin

loops it into a beat

“Hm. Better than most synth pads.”

Nighttime Honesty

wakes you at 3 a.m.

voice rough with sleep

“You’re warm. Like… stupid warm. C’mere.”

pulls you into his chest

nose buried in your hair

“S’nice.”

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Silent Advocacy

Industry Shade

overhears a producer joke about “idols dating outside their league.”

Yoongi cancels their collab

replaces it with a track featuring your laughter

lets the diss track speak for him

“Your ego’s a skip button / I’m the whole damn album.”

Public Moments

at a fansign, someone asks if he “prefers petite girls.”

he deadpans

“I prefer people who don’t ask dumb questions.” 

later, buys you tteokbokki

“Eat. You’re my human shield against idiots.”

Safe Spaces

Fashion Rebellion

sneaks you into his closet

lets you borrow his oversized hoodies

“They’re warmer on you.”

doesn’t admit he loves how you drown in them

Tech Guardian

sets up a spam filter on your phone after hate comments

“Keyboard warriors are amateurs. I’ve fought bigger demons.”

he means sleep deprivation

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Subtle Grandeur

Mixtape Love Letters

creates a playlist called “For When the World Sucks” 

filled with Nina Simone, your shower singing, and ambient rain

leaves it on your phone with no explanation

Food = Affection

masters your grandma’s kimchi recipe

“It’s not for you. Just… the fridge was empty.”

lets you catch him smiling when you moan over the first bite

Growth & Grit

Learning Curve

googles “how to support body positivity” at 4 a.m.

accidentally lectures Jungkook about diet culture

“Hyung, I just wanted ramyeon...” “Read the room.”

Shared Scars

shows you his shoulder surgery scars

“Used to hate these. Now they’re just… proof I survived.”

kisses the stretch marks on your stomach

“Same energy.”

HOW HE DEFIES EXPECTATIONS

Creative Rebellion

Lyricism

writes a verse for Agust D

“They say love’s a narrow lane / fuck that, mine’s a wildfire.” 

lets ARMY assume it’s metaphorical

you know better

Photography Passion

sneaks candid shots of you:

mid-laugh, flour in your hair, napping with Holly

exhibits them anonymously at a indie gallery titled “The Muse They Can’t Crop”

Quiet Revolution

Home Rituals

bans scales from the house

“We’re not scientists.”

replaces them with a vintage radio that only plays calm songs

“Better for the soul.”

Legacy Building

funds a scholarship for plus-sized dancers

“Talent’s not a size. And I’m rich.”

J-HOPE

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Unshakable Hype Man Energy:

he doesn’t just accept your bod 

celebrates it like it’s his life’s mission

love language = amplification

turning your insecurities into anthems

Morning Rituals

whistles dramatically when you walk into the kitchen

“Wow. Who gave you the right to wake up looking like a whole sunrise?”

dances around you while you make coffee

hip-checking the counter

“Move over, world! The main character’s here.”

Dance Floor Devotion

creates a TikTok series called “Choreo for Every Body” 

he designs moves highlighting your curves

like the “Soft Shimmy” (a shoulder roll that melts into a hip sway)

“Joyful Jiggle” (a bouncy step that makes your laughter the beat)

fans lose their minds

you blush?

he reposts your duet with 🌟#REALMUSE

Fashion as Rebellion

Custom Designs

collaborates with a size-inclusive brand to launch a line named “Hope’s Horizon.” 

signature piece?

= sequined bomber jacket with “Art Never Fits in a Box” embroidered inside the collar

his only request: you model it first

“You’re the blueprint, baby.”

Everyday Glam

sneaks into your closet and replaces old hoodies with cropped cardigans in bold patterns

“Trust me... your waist deserves frame status.”

when you fret, he strikes a pose in the mirror beside you

“Look at us. Visual violence.”

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Shutting Down Noise

Live Stream Justice

during a VLIVE, a comment pops up

“Is your girlfriend on a diet for the tour?” 

Hobi’s smile doesn’t drop, but his eyes turn glacial

“Diet? Nah, we’re on a joy diet. Today’s menu: self-love tacos and zero fucks.”

blocks/reports the user mid-laugh

“Next question!”

Behind-the-Scenes Boss

catches a stylist muttering about “limited options” for your red-carpet debut

next day, he arranges a meeting with the design team

“I need five looks. Her size is ‘iconic’... make it work.”

leaves humming “Cypher Pt. 4” louder than necessary

Safe Space Curator

Mirror Magic

covers your bathroom mirror with sticky notes

“J-Hope’s #1 Crush Lives Here”* / “Warning: Hot Person Zone” / “You’re 100% My Type (All Types Are My Type).”

Guilty Pleasure Defense

catches you side-eyeing a dessert menu

slides it toward you

“Hobi's paying. Hyung’s also judging you if you don’t order two.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning Through Love

Mishaps to Moments

buys you gym gear as a “fun surprise!”

realizing too late it echoes toxic diet ads

you freeze?

he backtracks

“Wait, no... I’m the gym! Dance with me!”

cue an impromptu living-room workout to “Chicken Noodle Soup.” 

ends with you both breathless

“See? Fitness is… whatever makes you feel alive.”

Education with Flair

drags you to a body-positive dance workshop

volunteers you both for the front row

“If I can’t nail the waacking, no one can!”

spoiler: he nails it

you both leave sweaty

Vulnerability in Verse

Lyric Diary

writes a song called “Army of One” about your journey

chorus: “You fought a war I never saw / Let me be your ceasefire.” 

plays it on loop in the car until you memorize the words

Confessional Nights

admits he used to think love was fixing people

“But you’re not broken. You’re… masterpiece.”

pokes your dimple

“And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to frame you.”

HOW HE REDEFINES “PERFECTION”

Stage Revolution

Concert Spotlight

surprises you during his “= (Equal Sign)” solo by pulling you onstage

screens zoom in as he whispers:

“They need to see what real magic looks like.”

you freestyle

he matches your rhythm

all sharp grins and softer edges

ARMYs trend “Hobi’s Muse” for weeks

Choreo Easter Eggs

hides a move in “Dynamite” where he pats his belly and blows a kiss to your seat

fans decode it as “Love Yourself” in sign language.

it’s not

he’ll never tell

Private Celebrations

Anniversary Extravaganza

rents a carnival for the night

wins you a giant plushie,

drags you on the Ferris wheel

“Look...the stars are clapping for you.”

gets sick when you ride it together

Scrapbook of Smiles

fills a photo album with candids of you mid-laugh

double-chin and all

captions: “Proof the world bends toward joy.”

JIMIN

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Tactile Affirmation

his hands are never still

they trace the swell of your hips during movie nights

knead the softness of your thighs after long days

cradle your face like you’re made of stardust

“You’re so warm."

murmurs, pressing his cheek to your belly

“This is where the sun lives, isn’t it?” 

you tense?

he nuzzles closer

“Let me stay here. I’ve been cold for so long.”

Mirror Rituals

after his own brutal history of body scrutiny, he hates mirrors

until he stands behind you in one

fingers laced over your stomach

“Look. See how we fit? Like we were sculpted for this.”

kisses the pulse point below your ear

“Every part of you… it’s where I belong.”

HOW HE PROTECTS YOUR PEACE

Food as Rebellio

reminded oh his own diets, he now cooks with reckless abandon

masters your favourite family recipe

feeds you bites off his fork with a defiant grin

“They told me food was the enemy. But look... this is love.”

you hesitate?

he licks sauce from your chin

“You’re not ‘cheating.’ You’re living.”

Safe Spaces

scouts restaurants beforehand to ensure comfy seating

“No, hyung... the booth, not the chair. She deserves to relax.” 

carries a sweater in his bag to drape over your lap if a dress rides up

“Not because you need to hide. Because the world doesn’t deserve you yet.”

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Dance of Devotion

in the privacy of your living room, he choreographs a duet just for you

“Follow my lead."

lets you steer, his hands firm on your waist as you sway

“You move like the ocean. Powerful. Unstoppable.” 

records it on his phone

watches it when he’s away

“My favorite performance.”

Affirmation Arsenal

leaves sticky notes in your makeup bag

“Your laugh is my favorite sound.” “Your stretch marks glow like moonlight. Let them shine.” “You’re the reason I believe in softness.”

HOW HE CONFRONTS HIS PAST TO CHERISH YOUR PRESENT

Shared Scars

one night, he shows you a photo from his trainee days

gaunt cheeks, hollow eyes

“I used to think this was strength”

voice cracking

“But you… you’re the strongest person I know. You carry your heart and mine.” 

wipes your tears with his sleeve

“Don’t cry. We’re free now.”

Defiance in Detail

buys you lingerie in his favorite color

“Wear it for you, not me. But if you want me to beg, I will.” 

when you model it, he doesn’t look at your body

he stares into your eyes

“You’re so… bright. How do I deserve this?”

HOW HE SILENCES THE NOISE

Public Shield

at a fan event, someone shouts:

“How do you stay fit dating her?” 

Jimin’s smile drops

“How do you stay rude dating your personality?” 

crowd gasps

later, he tweets: “Love isn’t a weight class. Blocked.”

Private Vows

throws out his old scale

replaces it with a Polaroid camera

“Every time you feel ‘too much,’ take a photo. I’ll write why it’s not enough… because you’re infinite.”

HOW HE LOVES HIMSELF THROUGH LOVING YOU

Healing Loop

watches you apply lotion, mesmerized

“Can I…?”

kneels, massages it into your calves

“You’re so gentle with yourself.”

whispers

“Teach me.” 

lets you rub arnica into his dancer’s bruises 

“See? We’re both learning.”

Legacy of Light

tattoos a tiny sun behind his ear

“So I never forget where my warmth comes from.”

TAEHYUNG

ARTISTIC ADMIRATION: YOU ARE HIS MUSE

Portraits of Devotion

his camera roll is 90% you

not posed or filtered

but candid

= you laughing mid-bite of tteokbokki, sunlight catching the curve of your hip as you stretch, your reflection in a rainy bus window

he prints them as polaroids and tacks them to a corkboard titled “My Living Louvre.”

Exhibition of Love

rents a tiny gallery space for your birthday

the exhibit? 

“Unedited: A Celebration of Human Light.” 

each photo is paired with a handwritten note

“This is the moment I realized joy has no size.”

Body as Art

sketches you during lazy Sundays

charcoal smudged on his cheek

“Stop moving; your collarbone looks like a bird mid-flight.”

frames the drawing beside his bed

“So I remember to dream in your shape.”

WHIMSICAL AFFECTION: LOVE AS PLAY

Fashion Alchemy

Taehyung raids thrift stores to craft outfits that scream you

velvet corset over a flowing skirt? 

“You’re a Baroque painting come to life.” 

baggy overalls with sequined boots? 

“My disco-era goddess.” 

he’ll argue with stylists who suggest “slimming” cuts

“Why hide a masterpiece?”

Matching Magic

designs couple outfits where his look is simple

letting yours shine

neon tracksuit for him

billowing silk gown with your favorite flowers embroidered for you

posts it

“She’s the main character. I’m just the hype man.”

Spontaneous Joy

Midnight Adventures

drags you to a 24-hour arcade

wins a giant plushie

declares, “This is your body double. Flawless.” 

lets you name it something ridiculous

Foodie Love

feeds you hotteok at 3 a.m.

wiping syrup off your chin with his thumb 

“You eat like… a happy bear. It’s my favorite thing.”

PROTECTIVE FEROCITY: YOUR KNIGHT IN BERET ARMOR

Shutting Down Noise

at a party, a model mutters:

“How’d she bag V?” 

Taehyung loops an arm around your waist

grinning dangerously

“Funny, I was just wondering how you bagged audacity.” 

later, he slow-dances with you alone on the balcony

“Let’s never come back here. Unless you want to.”

Digital Defend

a troll comments “Lose weight” on your joint selfie

he replies with a close-up of his middle finger

“Artistic interpretation of my feelings.”

floods your posts with heart emojis

“Now the algorithm knows what’s important.”

SHARED CREATIVITY: BUILDING WORLDS TOGETHER

Collaborative Projects

turns your stretch marks into a mural

mixes gold paint to trace them on a canvas

whispering

“Kintsugi for the soul.” 

hangs it in the living room

guests ask: “What’s it mean?” 

he winks

“That brokenness is just light waiting to shine.”

writes a song called “Velvet Thunder” 

it's about your laughter

records your voice saying “I love you” as the outro

ARMYs sob

you sob harder

Vintage Love Letters

finds a 1950s typewriter to write you love notes

“Dearest, your beauty is timeless. Unlike this machine... it keeps jamming. Just like my heart when you walk in.”

GROWTH & VULNERABILITY: LEARNING TO HOLD SPACE

His Confessions

after a photoshoot

“I used to think love was about fixing people. But you… you’re not broken. You’re a whole damn symphony.”

lets you see his own insecurities

“We’re both… art in progress. Messy. Human.”

Rituals of Reassurance

starts “Gratitude Sundays”

listing things he loves about your body

“Your arms... they feel like coming home. Your thighs; my favorite pillows.”

when you have a bad day, he wraps you in his oversized denim jacket

“This is my armor. Now it’s yours.”

JUNGKOOK

HOW HE LOVES YOUR BODY

Unfiltered Adoration

Jungkook’s love is loud, tactile, and unapologetically sincere

doesn’t intellectualize your curves

celebrates them with the enthusiasm of someone who’s found his favorite playground

Playful Worship

pokes your stomach during movie nights just to hear you laugh

“It’s so soft. Like a marshmallow. Can I nap here?”

falls asleep with his head on your lap

arms wrapped around your waist like a koala

Gym Buddy Redefined

drags you to the gym

but it’s all about fun

challenges you to weightlifting contests

cheering when you out-lift him

“You’re a beast! Let’s get matching ‘World’s Strongest’ shirts!”

posts a boomerang of you togehter

Protective Instincts

Public Defense

at a fan meet, someone whispers:

“How’d she getJungkook?” 

he overhears, slings an arm around your shoulders

grins

“Nah, I got her. Took six months of begging. Right, jagiya?”

crowd erupts

your face burns

he kisses your temple

“Worth it.”

Private Reassurance

after a bad day, he notices you avoiding mirrors

silently lifts you onto the bathroom counter

stares into your eyes

“You’re perfect. Let me list why.”

proceeds to ramble about your laugh, your thighs, the way you “look like a goddess”...

HOW HE CELEBRATES YOU

Adventures in Joy

Jungkook turns self-love into a thrill

Spontaneous Photo Shoots

drags you to a photobooth

squishing both of you into the frame

“Smile! We’re gonna be legendary.”

keeps the strip in his wallet

shows it to everyone

“See? We’re, like, visual icons.”

Food = Love Language

masters your favorite desser

feeds you bites mid-VLive

fans freak out

“What? She’s my taste-tester. And my muse.”

licks frosting off your thumb

“Accident.”

Secret Romantic

Custom Gifts

learns embroidery to stitch “Jungkook’s Favorite Masterpiece” on a hoodie

"forces" you to wear it on dates

“Proof you’re mine. And also… comfy.”

Late-Night Serenades

sings “My Time” with rewritten lyrics

“Your time, your curves, your fire—I’m just lucky to be here.” 

records it as your alarm tone

“Now you’ll wake up to art.”

HOW HE GROWS WITH YOU

Learning Curve

accidentally buys you a crop top

thinking it’s “cute."

reads your hesitation

immediately donates it and replaces it with a cozy sweater

“I am an idiot. But I’ll learn.”

watches documentaries on body positivity

texts you clips at 3 a.m.

“THIS IS WHY SOCIETY SUCKS. YOU’RE A GODDESS.” 

debates haters on social media

gets blocked

“No regrets.”

Shared Vulnerability

admits he used to equate “fitness” with being thin

“But you’re the strongest person I know. Changed my whole… brain.”

flexes your bicep (let's you)

“See? This is goals.”

Mutual Healing

lets you see his own insecurities

“We’re both… human. But humans are kinda magic, right?”

HOW HE DEFIES THE WORLD FOR YOU

Public Rebellion

Stage Shoutouts

dedicates “Euphoria” to you during a concert

“This song’s about feeling alive. She taught me what that really means.”

ARMYs sob

you melt

Fashion Flex

wears a “Love Has No Size” shirt under his stage outfit

flashes it during encore

trends for days

manager sighs

“Worth it”

he smirks

Private Oaths

Home Sanctuary

turns your shared space into a no-criticism zone

“Here, you’re everything. Outside noise stays outside.”

plays WWE wrestler to “defend” you from imaginary haters

you laugh until you cry

Legacy Building

tattoos a tiny heart on his ribcage

your initials inside

“So even when I’m old and saggy, I’ll remember who loved me first.”

[existentialarcade]

Day 4 of Hermit-A-Day May! Alt Hermits!

I'm a sucker for Hotguy so naturally I had to draw him lol

Rambles under the cut :D

gahhhhhhh hotguy my beloved

it has been far too long since i've drawn hotguy, so this was a nice refresher on one of my favorite designs! why is hotguy on the run you might ask? ...who knows! really i just wanted to do some more dynamic poses, and running was one of the first i found. Originally he was going to be running from cuteguy, but i liked the lighting bits of this better.

this is actually the third or fourth iteration of my hotguy design, since i just keep changing it lmao. at this point I think I'm pretty happy with the design, so I wont be surprised if it ends up sticking around for a while :D I actually put a lot of thought into this design, trying to use some pieces of what actual archers use nowadays, along with more super-hero-y elements. He also specifically has a compound bow, rather than a more simple bow like the ones in minecraft, which is why there's more than one string :D

anyways, that's all from me for today, happy hermit may!

[factual-fantasy]

21 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🏁

I've thought about redeeming Starscream and his brothers here and there somehow. But I think the problem I have with TFP Screamer is he is SOOOOO power hungry.

I think even in season 3 when he got whipped into shape and started being a proper lieutenant, I have no doubt he would snuff out Megatrons spark if he got the chance. I cant see him being loyal to anyone but himself. Or even really believing in anyone else or any other cause.. it feels like he just wants all the power for himself and to do what he wants.

Now if I'm wrong here please correct me- if it actually seems really in character for Screamer (AND his two brothers) to get a redemption arc/proper second chance in TFP then I'm willing to give it a go! :000 I thought it would be fun for them to be a thorn in Megatrons side as stupid lieutenants but an Autobot redemption arc is something I'm always willing to explore! :)))

I think you're right actually, in my opinion I think Ratchet would have a better understanding of internet memes than any other bot.

Some people might think Bee would understand better. But the truth is him and Ratchet are both cybertronians. Just because Bee is younger doesn't mean he automatically has a more based sense of humor. Their level of understanding of internet humor boils down to how much of the internet they have been exposed to. Which I think Ratchet has had the most exposure.

Not that's not to say he really understands it or finds it all funny. But its more like-

Arcee: "What... what even is this image. What am I looking at..??"

Ratchet: "Ah, that is another one of those "meme" things. It is meant to be a humorous image that humans send to each other to make them laugh."

Arcee: "...So.. how is funny..? What does it mean?"

Ratchet: "I have absolutely no idea."

@flutehammer

I have :0 I think I'll only want to watch it if its based around the Octopod and its crew. If it branches out to all the Octoagents I don't think I'll be interested <:/

Monster trucks are not in demolition derby's- <:0 Monster trucks are in Monster Jams and demolition derby's consist of normal sized cars.

As for the separate events, They wouldn't want to be in a demolition derby, cuz that would be painful 💀 but I'm sure a lot of them would have fun watching it :00

And none of them would be able to participate in a Monster Jam even if they wanted to. The bots that would be interested don't have a big enough frame to transform int a monster truck :( but they could at least watch them! Just like Bulkhead and Miko! :)

I imagine that would be very irresponsible of them XD so much for laying low. But I can see Vega, Miata and Zippy daydreaming about it. 😅

@florafandoms

Aww! :D Thank you so much! :))) And I watch a TFP playlist here on YouTube. So far the playlist is still up! :}

@milk-powrit

Actually now that you mention this, all 4 of the factual fam couldn't walk at first after becoming a drawing.

I always meant to draw comics over time of them slowly getting better and better at walking. But never got around to it.

In present day I guess I can say all that development was behind the scenes and they can all walk just fine now <XD

I don't think they'd pull any pranks on me of any kind. They wouldn't want to upset or confuse me in anyway. But boy would they probably mess with each other XDD Jangles and Cici especially.

I couldn't really put the gifs in this ask post <XD but I've always imagined trying to animate my fam and I wanted them to be very smooth and soft looking. Like Disney animation or something James Baxter would animate.

Bibi and Cici especially, smooth and flowy :0 Maybe someday I'll try to animate that....

I feel like Jangles would really dig that :00

@lilylink

AAAAA THANKYOU! :DDD 💞💞💞

I hate to day it, but his voice drives me up the wall 😅💔I cant watch anymore playthroughs of the demo because his voice annoys me so much. <:/

As for the fam. I feel like Gerald might have what it takes. But the other three would be a bit camera shy <XD Bibi especially.

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the Stephen King or Harry Potter cars.. but I'm sure they'd have an interest in Doc Hudson! :D

I do that once in a while if I get an ask that inspires me. :0 But I don't think I'd want to do that regularly <XD That feels kind'a like I'd be roleplaying which would be kind'a weird for me-

@glitchhayden418

don't call me that 🫵👁️👁️🗡️

Also Walter sounds like a great name XDD But if not that then maybe Timone?

Bibi XDD

@randomfandomarts

There's more than one?? :0 I had no idea! If I could get my hands on them somehow maybe I'd be motivated to read them :000

@beryl-shade

I'd say its Bibi :0 And not just because he's actually the eldest sibling XDD Its also because he is usually the voice of reason and keeps the other 3 out of trouble. 🤭

@digi-vie

AAAWWWWW FLUFFY BABYEEEEEE😭😭💞💞💞

(First link in ask) (Second link in ask)

Aww, she seems so sweet in those two videos! 🥰🥰

Oh boy- I hope they don't make a cruddy movie just for the money 💔

[ludolka]

Hello hello I just binged through the activity detected au again and I’m having Thoughts about the ritual

So Xelqua is an ancient god right? So I’m kinda assuming that the ritual involves some kinda physical component and not just ✨say the magic words✨, say for example carving runes into the floor/walls

Obviously Grian can’t do that at home his family would find out, so he goes to some old abandoned house/building and does it there so no one can find the remnants and connect it back to him. (Potentially this building is part of his old school if you want to add to the panic of the surprise investigation)

Eventually people find it anyways bc people are nosy, so the PT crew end up doing an investigation there anyways, and whether or not grian goes with (I’d imagine not bc I’m assuming the ritual was not a Fun Time and he does not have good memories there) he has Big feelings about his friends being there, especially Jimmy given how much effort he’s put into keeping Jimmy out of his whole mess. Maybe xelqua feels his turmoil and steps in through some dreams or smt.

(This might not be even close to the direction you were wanting to go with it, but my brain is running in circles around your au it’s so good, thank you for creating it)

Oh boy, I’m at work, so I’m writing this reply during my smoke breaks lmao. Also I just saw you sent me another ask expanding on this, I’ve read it and I’ll answer that in like an hour when I’ll have time again to write

First - thank you so much for enjoying this AU, it makes me so happy :”) I love hearing everyone’s takes on it and how we’re pretty much writing this AU together as a community, y’all’s input helps a lot with the story and world building. I highly doubt this would have gotten this detailed without you all, so thank you <3

And it’s just so surreal that there is at least one person out there who actively thinks about this silly little story besides me. It makes me very emotional /pos :”) <33

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But sap time over lmao

I haven’t put much thought about the ritual itself besides it requiring blood and burning some of his hair. But I like the idea a lot that he’d have to do a whole lot more, which would require a whole new environment

Hm, I could see him having gone to some old abandoned cabin or barn in the forest to complete the ritual. I could see this ritual being rather bothersome, needing a lot of blood in particular as Xelqua is a war god

Maybe Grian needed to use some animal’s blood that he himself killed to draw symbols and a summoning circle on the floor and walls. He’d then lit a fire in the middle of the summoning circle, said the chant out loud, burnt his cut off hair and cut his palm with the same knife he killed the animal with, letting the blood drip into the fire

( Also about the ritual, or more specifically about Grian becoming Xelqua’s avatar. I could see him be sort of “branded” with Xelqua’s symbol appearing somewhere on his skin like a tattoo )

And yes, I love the idea that PT on one of their usual tours would check out this one particular barn/cabin on accident. Grian would come along, not knowing where they were going, given how it has been like 10 years, he most likely has forgotten the exact location of where he did the ritual. And then he’d get the biggest fucking jumpscare going into the building and seeing the remnants of his old ritual

The rest of the group would be freaked out, they haven’t seen a building with this many symbols and obvious signs of a ritual before. And Grian would just freeze and try to act nonchalant while the symbol on his skin burnt him from the proximity to where the ritual was done. The cameras and equipment would go absolutely crazy as well, more than usual

[noctis-kingfisher]

Blue Hour (iii) ⁞ Isagi Yoichi

iii. Cast Your Petals

SYNOPSIS -> Your life finally settles after a rough divorce, and all you want is to run your flower shop in peace, but when 20-year-old Isagi Yoichi starts working for you, the summer might get hotter than anticipated. INFO -> Isagi x reader, afab!reader, flower shop au, Summer Solstice Point au. WARNINGS -> 18+, NSFW, age-gap romance, reader has vaginismus, reader is 28, Isagi is 20, eventual smut, explicit sexual content, eventual questionable dubcon but not with Isagi, divorced!reader, sexual exploration, pov changes(?), she/her pronouns are used for reader, canonverse despite some age disparities and how that affects the canon timeline (just don't think about it), no use of y/n, tags are subject to change. WORD COUNT -> 1.7k

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Your ceiling fan remains stagnant and allows the headiness of sex to settle in a thick haze while you take the weight of Isagi’s length as far down your throat as you can manage, relishing in the drag of him across your tongue, in and out. Your pupils are blown out, blissful at the way he watches you between his bare legs, your hands splayed and dipped into his thick thighs, drool dripping down the rest of what you can’t take into your mouth.

He sucks in air through his teeth and pulls your mouth off of him with a cry that makes you wetter. “Not yet,” he pleads, his voice grating in his throat, so close to falling apart. The contrast between his doe eyes and his glistening, pulsing dick against his abdomen makes you want to ruin him even more. But before you can put your mouth on him again, he takes you as if you weigh nothing and pulls you up onto his lap, his dick pressed wetly between your bodies, a hand reaching around your backside to plunge a few fingers deep inside you. You arch with a cry, but unlike times before, this doesn’t hurt.

It doesn’t hurt—

It doesn’t—?

You gasp awake. The ceiling fan is on above your naked body, raising goosebumps along your skin. The morning rays beg to puncture your curtains as if they sense the cold in your limbs. Tentatively, your hand makes its way to your core. Soaked.

A sickening weight in your chest makes it difficult to sit up, but you take a moment to return to your senses from the vivid dream.

Drawing in a grounding breath for a couple of seconds, you hold it for five, and then let it go slowly.

You fear your sanity leaves with it.

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Shopping while naked would’ve been less awkward than where you find yourself now. With the bouquet vase orders out of the way, you’re left to stand in the showroom with Isagi, idly cleaning in silence to busy your hands. He follows suit in tidying and organizing, but unlike you, he doesn’t appear affected by last night’s events. It’s as if they never happened. But while that would be good for you, it’s bothersome how easily you gave in to your impulses yesterday, and so an apology finds itself on the tip of your tongue.

However, the chiming of the door grants you an out. You perk up when you see it’s Jay, the delivery guy who runs most of your business packages. “Hey, you,” you greet him halfway.

Jay’s grin is bright as he enters with a pep in his step and insists on carrying the boxes to the counter for you when you reach for them. “Special delivery for my favorite flower lady. Now you’re all restocked on vases again.”

You sign the digital pad he hands you. “Thank you. I’m glad I have my favorite delivery man to keep them up.”

His happy laughter dies down abruptly while you dot your name, but when you glance up to check on him, you only see Isagi giving an overly friendly smile from behind the counter.

Jay clears his throat, wipes his forehead of the sweat accumulated from his stops, and takes the pad back when you’re done. “Anyways, Dove, I was hoping you’d have any of those lilacs in stock?”

A bowl clatters to the floor, startling you both.

“Sorry,” Isagi says and resumes sweeping.

“Uh, yeah,” you will your attention back to Jay from eyeing Isagi in confusion, “we have a good bit in stock. Did you want a small wrap?”

Jay’s big grin returns. “I’d love that. Even better if you have plum blossoms.”

“We’re fresh out, actually. You’re out of luck.” It’s Isagi who speaks up, setting down the broom and approaching the two of you while behind the counter. “But you know what would go well with those lilacs, Jay? Yellow carnations. They’d be perfect.”

His words mean well, but you can’t help the shiver that runs through you; you have a bundle of plum blossoms in the back to get rid of.

“Really? Oh, thanks, man. Uh, and your name is…?”

“Isagi,” he says easily with another friendly smile. But for as short a time as you’ve been around him, his friendliness appears rather forced.

“Right.” Jay’s eyes flit to you and back. “It’s nice to meet you. Have you been here long?”

You decide to fly under the radar and get to work on the wrap of flowers while they talk, but you overhear how awkward Jay is with Isagi. Lacing some yellow carnations around five bundled lilacs, you wrap them in the simple brown paper and tie it all together with a yellow ribbon.

Both pairs of eyes instantly land on you when you re-enter the showroom, one saying “help me” while you’d rather not interpret the other.

“Is this enough, Jay?” You break the silence.

Jay’s smile doesn’t shine as brightly as before, but he accepts the flowers gratefully. “They’re perfect. Thanks, Dove. I’ll catch you next order, yeah?”

You nod and see him off.

Isagi’s face is scrunched up in mild disgruntlement when you come back inside, and you can’t help but laugh. “What’s that look for?”

“Are you two close?” He turns around as he says it, seemingly to occupy himself, but you can practically see his pout through his words.

“With Jay? Not really,” you say honestly and join him in fiddling with what’s been organized five times over by now. “Why do you ask?”

Isagi stiffens for a moment as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “You just… seem that way, I guess. You don’t really talk to everyone like that.”

You hum. “Like what?”

He looks aside to you. “Like happy. Really happy. Like… tulip happy.”

Ah. That reminds you, but you bite your tongue on the matter of Jay existing during the before in your life.

“Isagi…” You sigh and absentmindedly place a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry about last night. Being under the influence is no excuse—as your boss, I—” You look up at him and lose your words along the way; he’s looking at your hand on him, and his face is red. He quickly looks the other way to cover his face.

Assuming you really had gone too far, you continue, “If you felt pressured, I understand if you’d like to quit.”

Isagi gasps lightly and whips his head back around. “No, no—! That’s furthest from what I—I didn’t feel pressured at all, Ms. Sato. You didn’t do anything to make me…” he trails off and takes a centering breath to say more confidently, “I don’t want to leave you.”

Another chiming makes you jump away from him.

Mr. Kaji hobbles through the door with a hunch to his back, his cane in hand. “Well, good afternoon, Ms. Sato. It’s been so long, I don’t recognize the new face you have here.”

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"And here you are," you say as you hand a large handful of wrapped roses to the elderly man. "I wish you and your wife a happy anniversary." You give him a parting smile that holds your condolences.

"Thank you... Oh, she'll love them. She always loved roses the most. Have a good day, Ms. Sato. And you too, young man. I hope to see you both again next year."

An ache wraps its fingers tenderly around your heart and squeezes as you watch the man leave to spend time with his late wife at her up-kept stele, which he's told you much about over the years he’s been coming to your shop. He had the edges engraved with roses to remind her, even in death, how much he loved her. There was a time when you believed your marriage would end much the same. But you're both very much alive after the end, with nothing to show for it but distance.

Maintaining that distance has done the good of keeping your peace as long as you don’t turn on the television. There are always headlines of that name you wish would vanish already. Even in strangers, his aftertaste is hard to shake, like a snake that doesn’t know how to let go once it’s coiled; he always knew how to stop someone from moving forward.

The simplicity you’ve garnered was hard-won, so you guard it. Your little shop and little life only need so many hands, but lately, your peace has woven into something knotted and all by your own making. The memories of last night’s dream resurface to remind you of this.

You rub at the drumming that starts in your temples.

A soft touch to the hand laden on the counter draws you back into the present. Your gaze drops down to see Isagi’s pinkie finger laced over yours.

After everything that’s happened, you admit it to yourself. Isagi Yoichi is attractive.

It's not that you see him as a kid. He is most definitely a man, young as he is. But the reality of him, the amount of space he takes up, and his determination to stick around are slowly chiseling away at your resolve. You’re honestly tired of having to fight at all.

His presence is oddly soft as he steps close enough to bump hips. His voice is just as soft. “He really loves his wife.” He turns to face you squarely, leaning a hip against the counter, and covers his hand over yours.

“He does.” You nod, refusing to look up at him, not after how last night went, so you watch his hand and the dips between his knuckles, how easily it is for his hand to envelope yours. The memory of this hand on your cheek during your shared kiss raises warmth to your face.

“I…” Isagi takes a moment. “I meant what I said, Ms. Sato. I don’t want to leave. Actually…” He leans down to rest his forehead on your shoulder. A surrender. “I want to continue where we left off.”

When he offers himself so easily on a silver platter like this… what do you do? The metaphorical road forks in two ahead yet again.

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So, did you think you were getting spicy time this chapter? ^3^

Also, you might want to keep track of all the flowers mentioned. Each one is intentional. But the yellow carnations might be a bit tricky. In Japan, they stand for unrequited love, haha. Isagi knew what he was doing.

[four-bastard-bustle]

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[hinamie]

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[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[veatomis]

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