#I think I could push this design more and make a cooler one but it’s 4am so I’m not doing that

[puddleorganism]

Oh no oh god oh shit I can feel the brainrot taking hold,,,,

Anyway what if corrupted ranchers fusion

Inspired by @applestruda’s rancher fusion design btw forgot to mention that oops

Thinking about Tango corrupting after the ranch burned down (I think I remember gems corrupting under extreme stress??). Proceed to have a sick giant monster fight scene. Jimmy tries to calm Tango down and they end up fusing. Having another presence to calm him down helps ground Tango and Jimmy actually manages to talk him down!

(I wanna draw these scenes so bad but I cannot and will not draw humans/humanoids :< however…. I may be amenable to collabs if anyone was interested)

[rosemariiaa]

~Lines We Drew~

part: 3

pairing- Paige x Azzi

a/n: this is pretty long so take your time! other than that, read away babe

warning: language, just 2 confused babies

Enjoy!!!

Practice today had been grueling, with the team pushing themselves to the limit since it’s almost time for the season to start. It felt like every drill was designed to test their endurance, and by the time they hit their water break, everyone was more than ready for a break. As they all gathered around the cooler, gulping down their water, Nika grinned mischievously, looking around at the sweaty, exhausted faces.

“Y’all trying to hit the bar tonight or what?” Nika said, wiping her face with a towel. “We haven’t been there in forever.” She said exaggerating. Ice chuckled, leaning against the bench. “Hell yeah, I’m down. We need a break from all this. Plus, it’s been too long since we’ve gone out, I need to get off campus for a minute.”

The rest of the team quickly voiced their agreement, tired smiles spreading across their faces. It didn’t take much convincing—everyone needed a night out.

Paige was quiet as she listened, her gaze flickering to Azzi, who was standing a few feet away, stretching. For a second, Paige’s thoughts drifted to how Azzi’s top clung to her back, highlighting the defined muscles she had developed over the years. She quickly shook the thought away, pretending to be focused on her water bottle instead. She wasn’t sure why Azzi still managed to take up so much space in her head after all this time, but it was becoming harder to ignore.

Azzi caught the tail end of Nika’s suggestion and nodded along with the rest of the team. She could use the distraction, too. Maybe a night out would help with the tension that had been building between her and Paige for weeks. And maybe… just maybe, they could start fixing whatever the hell was going on between them.

Later that night, all the girls hurried to their apartments to get ready. Azzi stood in front of Caroline’s mirror, pulling out a few pieces of curls and adjusting her black cropped top, leaving a few buttons undone for a more relaxed look. Her low-waisted cargo pants sat comfortably on her hips, her new heart shaped belly button ring glistening in the air, and she couldn’t help but feel a little more confident tonight.

“You look hot and i mean hot Az, planning on taking someone home tonight?” Caroline teased, leaning back on her bed. Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “It’s just a night out, nothing special and no, no one is coming here tonight.” Azzi chuckled.

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “Sure, Azzi. Just remember who’s gonna be watching you the most.”Azzi’s stomach flipped at the unspoken name. Paige. It was hard not to think about her, especially with all the tension between them lately. Something about tonight felt different, though. She could feel it in the air, like something was about to shift.

At the bar, the team settled in around a large table, drinks and laughter flowing easily. Azzi tried her best to relax and focus on the drink infront of her, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering to Paige. Paige, dressed in a white crop top and low-rise jeans with a black cover-up, looked more effortlessly beautiful than ever. Azzi had caught Paige staring at her earlier, but now Paige was doing her best to look anywhere but at her.

It wasn’t long before Laila showed up, her usual bubbly energy filling the space. She immediately gravitated toward Azzi, pulling her into a hug and striking up a conversation. Azzi laughed along, though her attention was divided. Paige was unusually quiet, and when Azzi glanced her way, she noticed the cold glare Paige was shooting at Laila. It didn’t make sense, and yet somehow, it did. Paige had been acting weird around her for weeks now , and Azzi couldn’t figure out why.

———-

Paige’s POV

I couldn’t help it. I kept looking at her. The way Azzi was smiling with Laila, her laugh filling the space between them—it drove me crazy. And not in the way it should. I don’t even know why I was mad. Maybe because every time I looked at her, I remembered the past, and all the stupid unresolved stuff that came with it. But mostly, it was just because she got under my skin without even trying.

And that drive to the bar? That didn’t help either. Being squished against her in Nika’s car, accidentally putting my hand on her thigh when Nika hit the brakes hard —it was all too much. My pulse had quickened, and I couldn’t focus on anything else the rest of the night.

Azzi’s eyes had flicked over to me a few times since then, probably wondering why the hell I was being so weird. But I wasn’t ready to deal with that. Not tonight. Not when everything felt so confusing.

After Laila finally left, and the drinks started slowing down, we all headed back to my apartment. I pretended I wasn’t hyper-aware of Azzi falling asleep on the couch, but of course, I noticed. I noticed everything about her. It was driving me insane, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep pretending it didn’t.

Eventually, everyone else headed out or crashed, leaving just me and Azzi. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing, filled with thoughts I didn’t want to deal with. So I found myself in the kitchen, snacking, trying to clear my head.

Of course, she showed up not long after. Azzi, looking groggy but still somehow perfect, came in for a glass of water.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, trying to sound casual, even though my pulse was speeding up again. “Nope,” she said, her voice soft, the tiredness lacing her words. “You?”

“Same.”

Silence settled between us for a moment. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. More like… a truce.

Azzi broke it first. “Practice was brutal today, huh?” I felt a small smile tug at the corner of my mouth. She was trying. Maybe this was her way of breaking the ice.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “How’s it going for you so far?”

Azzi seemed taken aback by the question, like she hadn’t expected me to care. “It’s good. I mean, you’re kind of a pain in the ass, but I can handle it.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and laughed a little. “Yeah, about that. I guess I haven’t made things easy for you.” Azzi shrugged. “No, you haven’t. But I get it. It’s whatever.”

That stung a bit, but I knew I deserved it.

“Look, Azzi… I’m sorry.” The words felt foreign, heavy on my tongue, but I meant them. I hadn’t planned on apologizing tonight, but there it was—finally out in the open.

Azzi raised her eyebrows, her surprise clear. “Wait, did Paige Bueckers just apologize to me?” I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help the slight smirk tugging at my lips. “Don’t push it, Fudd.”

Azzi laughed, the sound light and infectious, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like maybe we were okay. Or at least we could be.

“So… truce?” I offered, holding out my hand.

She looked at my hand, then back at me with a teasing grin. “You sure you’re not gonna take it back tomorrow at practice?” I shrugged, smirking. “No promises, but… I’ll try.” Azzi’s smile softened, and she took my hand, her grip warm and firm. God her hands were so soft. “Truce.”

For a moment, we just stood there, our hands lingering longer than necessary. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers. There was something in her gaze, something that made it impossible to look away.

But then she pulled back, breaking the spell. “Alright, goodnight, Paige.” “Goodnight,” I echoed, watching as she made her way back to the couch.

She disappeared into the darkness of the living room, leaving me standing there in the kitchen, alone with my thoughts. I stood there for a moment thinking, thinking about how I could never tell Azzi the real reason why I’ve been acting this way. The real reason I’d been so messed up around her.

———-

Azzi’s POV

As I settled back onto the couch, I couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of relief. That tension between me and Paige—it was finally starting to unravel. For weeks, I’d been trying to figure out what her problem was with me, why she’d been acting so cold and distant. And now, with her apology still ringing in my ears, I felt like maybe we were starting to get somewhere.

The kitchen light was still on, casting a faint glow into the living room. I could see Paige’s silhouette as she stood there, probably thinking about God knows what. For all her bravado on the court, Paige could be pretty hard to read off of it. But tonight had been different. She’d let her guard down, even if just a little.

I smiled to myself, remembering the way she’d tensed up in Nika’s car when our thighs touched. Paige had tried to play it off like nothing, but I’d felt it too—that spark, that heat. It was confusing as hell, but it was there, undeniable.

My mind drifted back to practice earlier that day. The arguments between us had simmered down, sure, but there was still something simmering beneath the surface. Every time we locked eyes, every time she shot some sarcastic comment my way, I couldn’t help but feel like there was more to it. Like maybe this wasn’t just about basketball, or competition, or whatever stupid rivalry we’d built up over the years.

Maybe it was about something else entirely.

I shifted on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if Paige was thinking the same thing.

———-

Paige leaned against the counter in the kitchen, her snack forgotten as her thoughts spiraled back in time. Her mind drifted to a flashback, to the days when everything between her and Azzi was simpler—or at least it seemed that way.

———-

Flashback Time

USA Basketball, 2017

Paige had been ecstatic when her and Azzi both made the team. They had just met a few weeks ago and already became good “friends”. Azzi was quieter back then, more reserved, but her skills on the court were undeniable. There was something about her—maybe the way she moved, or the way she could drain threes like it was nothing—that had drawn Paige to her instantly.

For a while, they were friends. Or at least Paige thought they were. They’d spent hours talking, joking around, building something that felt real. Next few days, one day in particular. It was Paige’s birthday but she still decided to go to practice, just to see Azzi and that dimpled smile of hers. Paige arriving at the gym couldn’t seem to find the brunette, she asked her coach and what she said left Paige heartbroken. Azzi was gone, out of nowhere. No warning. No goodbye. Just….gone.

It had crushed Paige. She remembered how angry she’d been, not just because Azzi left, especially on her birthday, but because she hadn’t said anything. They were supposed to be friends. Weren’t they? But Azzi had packed up and left without a word, and Paige had been left to wonder if their friendship had even meant anything to her.

AAU, 2019

Walking in the gym, getting ready for the competition, Paige starts stretching , eyes wandering around the room and then she stops. Frozen, seeing Azzi for the first time again at an AAU tournament had been like a punch to the gut. She had changed—grown taller, stronger, her dark curls longer and more defined. Paige couldn’t believe it. The girl she had known was gone, replaced by this version of Azzi that felt both familiar and completely foreign.

She stares as Azzi turns her head and they lock eyes across the gym, and for a second, Paige had thought maybe things would be okay. Maybe they could pick up where they left off. But then Azzi smiled—just a small, tentative smile—and waved.

And Paige had walked away.

The anger had flared up again, the old wounds reopening. How could she just expect things to be okay after leaving like that? After not even bothering to say goodbye?

———-

Present Day

Paige shook herself out of her thoughts. She had been standing in the kitchen long enough, and it was getting late. She glanced over at the couch, where Azzi was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

Something in Paige’s chest tightened. She didn’t want to admit it—not even to herself—but the truth was, she missed what they had. Or what they could’ve had. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted it back.

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair. She turned off the kitchen light and made her way to her room, but not before taking one last look at Azzi. She stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her sleep, and for a brief second, she let herself imagine what it would be like if Azzi were in her bed with her, curled up under the blankets, close enough to touch.

She shook the thought away. There was no way Azzi felt the same.

Slipping under her covers, Paige closed her eyes and whispered into the quiet room, “You’ll know one day, Az… not today… not tomorrow… maybe not even until college is over.” She let out a soft laugh. “But one day…”

And with that, she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts still lingering on the girl sleeping just outside her door.

[tobiasdrake]

Days of Future Past opens with a hell of a fight scene, debuting the Foxverse's official take on the Sentinels. This was a shocking battle to kick things off with.

Largely because the Sentinels aren't... really... Sentinels? XD They're basically Adaptoids from the Avengers comics, moreso than Sentinels. They were going for Nimrod, I think, but they landed at Super-Adaptoid.

The main ability Fox's Sentinels have is superpower mimicry. Whatever the Avengers X-Men throw at them, they can absorb and acquire the ability to do it themselves. This is conveyed excellently through a quick exchange with Colossus.

Colossus goes in for a left hook, but the Sentinel catches his fist. First, it twists his hand painfully aside, demonstrating for the audience how strong these things are.

But then we watch its scale-plates flutter and change to a metallic sheen matching Colossus's own metal exoskeleton. After catching his punch, the Not Adaptoid steals his powers for itself.

Visually, their design takes after Nimrod. Nimrod is also adaptable, but these Sentinels are a lot weaker than Nimrod on account of the fact that his adaptation doesn't require him to copy powers. He can just decide to be invulnerable to whatever your powers are. What a dick.

They dialed down his powerset to make a more interesting fight and that's how we ended up accidentally stepping on the Super-Adaptoid's toes. Because copy/pasting mutant powers at each other is a lot cooler and makes for a more interesting fight than just becoming invincible whenever you want.

Colossus is the setup. He introduces this ability that the Sentinels have, for the sake of this next exchange that follows.

God, this is just so well-paced. This other Sentinel closes in on Sunspot, forcing itself through his flames. To resist his power, it encases itself in ice armor. Now that Colossus's exchange has informed us the Sentinels steal powers, the natural question is where it got that ability.

A question immediately answered by this cut.

To another frozen Sentinel, this one losing a fight with Iceman. The Sentinels are networked - which is a Nimrod ability - and this one transmitted Bobby's cryokinetic abilities over to the other.

And the other repays it in kind.

The Sentinels turn Sunspot and Iceman's abilities against each other to push through and overcome.

Fucking. Brutal.

This fight has one job: To demonstrate that the Sentinels are unstoppable killing machines that the X-Men could never hope to defeat. The world is doomed and we're forced to resort to time travel because there can be no hope of actually winning fights like this.

With that in mind, it would be easy to just have one Sentinel march in as an invincible monster that shrugs off all attacks. But I like the direction they took here. It allows the Sentinels to not only demonstrate power, but tactical problem-solving and teamwork.

They aren't just strong. They're as smart as they are strong and they have numbers and they work cohesively as a team. There are no weaknesses here to exploit.

And this fight pulls no punches in shattering hope, either. One of those guys fighting up there is Bobby "Iceman" Drake, who was a significant character in the original X-Men trilogy. He got in love triangles with the other girls at his school and had a falling-out nemesis rivalry with his bro Pyro.

They want you thinking about that. There's this moment where Bobby passes Kitty Pryde and they just. They give each other this look. This silent look of mutual concern.

They want you thinking about the original trilogy. Thinking about the friendship these characters shared the last time we saw either of them.

AND NOW HE'S DEAD

HE'S FUCKING DEAD

They just casually killed off the love triangle dreamboat! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS SAFE.

The one person who actually manages to outfight the Sentinels is Blink, who can throw pop-up portals wherever she wants.

She is so fucking cool. But even she can't hold up forever against the relentlessness of these things. This fight is so imaginative.

She shows up near the end of the fight to rescue Warpath, whose superpower is stabbing things really hard with knives so you know he was fucked from the get-go.

This Sentinel hurls him across the room and moves in for the kill.

Then, out of goddamn nowhere, Blink is there with the portal parry.

That should buy her enough time to get Warpath up and get to safety. But these things are fucking smart. Once again demonstrating their tactical cleverness, rather than try to close the distance, the Sentinel sacrifices its own arm to stab Blink through her own closing portal.

It's perfectly shot, too. It doesn't cheat with camera tricks. The Sentinel remains fully onscreen for the entire duration of this action. If you're watching the Sentinel, you can see this all play out.

But Blink and Warpath are in center-frame and, emotionally, you're more likely to be focused on them and what they're doing anyway. There's a strong chance that you, like Blink, will get lulled into a false sense of security by the temporarily disoriented Sentinel up until the moment this happens.

God, this first fight scene is so fucking good.

And then they rip off the Destroyer from Thor while they're at it. XD

Shooting eye-lasers is completely normal for Sentinels but peeling back faceplates to reveal an empty head full of laser cannon is 100% the Destroyer.

This fight had one job: Demonstrate, without having to tell us in words, that these things are unstoppable even by fictional "He can't be beaten OH YOU BEAT HIM" standards.

It succeeds to an incredible degree. By the end of this fight, I fully believe that these things were the doom of mutantkind.

Of course, the film can get away with killing all these characters because it Reset Buttons the entire fight via time travel. Kitty gets the last word on this fight.

That fucking transition as the camera rotates around and the future fades out of existence revealing an untouched, ordinary room.

This opening scene is art. This might be the best fight scene that the X-Men filmography has had up to this point.

[lippypopples]

First drawing of Venci. More about his design below.

In Blaze’s arc (the Armarouge drawn) he just lost his eye and has a huge scar on his chest thanks to Shade (his brother.) when he was in the hospital bed thinking about the event that just happened, he thought to himself that he regretted not telling his true feeling to Venci sooner. He had a childhood crush on Venci and never told him about his feelings before he joined a guild and moved away to the kingdom.

I want a character that would represent a bright future for Blaze after he just lost his eye and got retraumatized again. At first I tried to use a Lucario (if you looked at my older drawings you would see Blaze with a lucario)

links here of those drawings here

link one

link two

but when it actually came down to designing Venci I was struggling. I tried making the lucario shiny, not shiny, making it look different etc but nothing seemed to be working. I even tried a Leavanny and cinderace but hated all the results.

I was starting to hate this character of Venci before he even had a designed, he didn’t look right to me no matter what I did, then my friend suggested I use a Roserade. At first I scoffed at the idea of using a Roserade but after some convincing from my friend I did a Roserade. these were the first drawings.

After these drawings it all started to click.

I was pretty shocked with how good he looked right off the bat. I altered his colors a little bit and this is how we have the Venci today.

Let's look deeper in his design, as said before I wanted a character that would represent a good future for Blaze after what he went through. I choose to give Venci red and yellow roses instead of red and blue roses like most roserades. Depending on the roses colors they represent something. The obvious one and most well known is the red roses representing love, at some point in the story Blaze confesses his feeling to Venci and they start dating. The yellow roses represent friendship, joy, excitement and love at first sight, since blaze fell in love with Venci when Venci evolved into a roselia. I guess the yellow roses could represent Blaze's childhood and his feelings on Venci. You could even say Venci's hair flower could also represent bringing peace and new beginnings, starting over and rebirth. (it could also rep for love as will lol)

Now to explain the meowscarada features. Venci is NOT a fusion in fact, he just has features of a meowscarada because his father is a meowscarada. The reasons why I made him a catboy is more of a personal one, when my childhood pets all passed it was like starting a new life. Someone in my life passed, I moved states with my stepdad and sorta started life over again. When my parents got a new cat it sorta felt like a clear slip between my old childhood life and my adult life. In a way having a cat-like character to represent a new future for a character who was recently traumatized sorta mirrors my real life. That's why I made Venci a catboy is because to me, a cat represents an end and new beginnings.

Now for his name, originally Venci was going to be named fanny but my friend didn't like that name and i couldn't come up with anything better so they did some research and found Vinci roses, they are roses that can only be yellow and red and I thought they were super fitting. It also sounded cooler so i kept the name.

When I first drew Venci as a lucario he was originally was going to be a happy go lucky type guy, but after drawing him as a roserade and giving him this stupid face his personally was cemented.

He became an egotistical dumbass who is a big flirt and is too cocky for his own good. He may be good at battling but he ignores his limits and that results in him losing battles thinking he can take on stronger pokemon. He's very silly but he dose things with good intent but sometimes pushes himself due to his ego. He could have some character development where he isn't as egoistical and self centered. His ego also makes him think he can't fail at any guild missions. For awhile he hasn't failed at a guild mission until he meet Penelope who was the first pokemon he wasn't able to get captured. This sylveon was fucking with him and no matter what she always slips through getting away and making him fail his mission and seeing himself as a failure.

TLDR: Venci was a dogboy but now is a catboy and i think that's fucked up.

[homosexualtransexual]

okay i was thinking about this meme earlier and it really ground my gears bc its like... not true?

like first of all ik this is a little hyperbole and Not Exact but i still wanna talk about it a lil.

so like first of all the concept art i think this is based off is very early when elsa was the villain and looked a lot different to anna and anna looked the same but her silhouette was different

and it does look cool and i do love it but this doesn't fit the direction the film went it so they changed it.

and you wanna know what much later concept art looked like?

kinda exactly like the film. bc the concept art changes. and its the same for other disney films.

here's some tarzan early concept art vs the later ones

the beast looks like a completely different species here than the completely different species he is in the later ones.

and like ik the frozen one is more dramatic of a change but the point is they all change for reasons and so does the plot and the actors and the script and everything changes.

but also like idk if Frozen is the film you wanna go for when you're talking about boring character design. so lets go through elsa and anna's journeys (just frozen 1 bc its 3am and im tired i just can't sleep until i finish this rant).

so the first time we see elsa and anna are at 7 and 5 years old respectively. as you can see, they both wear clothes simmilar to clothes theyre gonna wear later in the film. elsas clothes, hair, and colour scheme are very similar to what she transforms into at the end of let it go: hair braided and a very simple light blue dress. anna's look reflects her at elsa's coronation: a green dress with her hair tied back.

if we look at elsa at her coronation, it's very different from what she wears from the rest of the film. it's still got shades of blue, but they're all much darker and it contains 2 colours she will never wear again in the enterity of the franchise, let alone the film: black and purple. it's also the only time that she wears something that covers her from neck to toe. in addition, her hair is pinned up. to me this represents her repression of her power at the fear that she can't use them or she'll hurt someone or worse: anna.

lets move on to what anna wears at the coronation. its like a final evolution of the same dress she's been wearing the whole time. this shows that she hasn't really had to repress and can continue being her true self at the coronation. im gonna move on quickly because theres something more exciting that happens to anna's look very quickly

SHE'S WEARING A MORE CORMFORTABLE AND SLIGHTLY BLUER VERSION OF ELSA'S CORONATION DRESS! AHHH I LOVE THIS DESIGN SO MUCH EVEN HER HAIR IS DOWN HOW CAN ANYONE HATE THIS FILM'S CHARACTER DESIGN.

okay lemme calm down

its like a tactic when you're finding someone to ask yourself "what what they do?" you put yourself in their shoes and try and see things from their point of view. anyways anna is doing that with her clothes and its might be my favourite costume from the films? she wants to find elsa and help her and isn't scared of elsa even so much that she wants to be her. it's just so good. anyways moving on

THIS iconic masterpiece. what the discourse is all about. like obviously it's less extravagant than the concept art but first of all the details? the snowflakes coming up from the dress? my girl just learned how to make dresses and already made a masterpiece with ICE! but then also this is representing her being someone who she couldn't have been since she was 7! imagine that! having to repress who you are, not being able to explore yourself and your abilities because you're scared it could hurt someone. and if elsa wasn't taught to be scared of her powers she wouldnt have tried to push anna way and freezing her heart and i just went far off topic.

but anyways this is like kinda why i hate this discourse bc yeah the original wouldve looked cooler but cooler doesnt mean better for the film and i also might have a small special interest in frozen who knows

[cisthehuman]

CisLunar Devlog #5--Hoshi*ga*Hoshii

Welcome to another devlog! Today is a special day!!! The first collection of tunes is released!!!

(Technically it is the 4th, but this is the 1st with all of the goodies attached)

To broaden the world of CisLunar, I wanted to create different musicians within the solar system that are played on Cosmic Canary, Lunar and BonBon's radio station.

While there are other videos posted on the youtube, Hoshi*ga*Hoshii was the first collection of tunes where I really found my footing in creating a specific sound for a character. So let's delve into how she was made!

First things first let's start with her name.

I am off and on teaching myself Japanese as a hobby. I quite like the language and I've always wanted to learn it. You've probably noticed that I've named some characters after different Japanese words. In Hoshi's case, her full stage name is a sentence: I want stars/Hoshi ga Hoshii. I liked how it rolled off the tongue and it felt the space-hop vibes I was going for.

Let's talk music next!

The main inspiration for her sound actually comes from the anime Carole & Tuesday! I admittedly didn't a lot of it despite it being right up my alley. From what I remember, two girls are trying to make it musically and there's like a competition where musicians from other planets compete. I remember watching videos of the different performers and one stood out to me--GGK

(I don't think she won the show, but she won my heart)

With this as the main inspiration, I wanted to make music that had this same chill, spacey vibe. As you can tell, if you listened to the album that is, I got a bit experimental with some of the songs in terms of some of the songs going a bit darker in tone. All in all I think I matched the vibe I was going for! One thing I liked doing was adding in jazzier elements such as pianos and saxophones and pairing them with strings. I think it turned into a very unique listening experience!

With the music done, next was settling her design. Here are some of her inspiration pics from pinterest:

The main idea I wanted for her was to weave as many infinity-esque symbols as I could.

This was her first pass. I wanted to get the hair correct as I was especially fond of the reference I found. Another key thing I wanted was to make her plus sized. I don't do it often due to my own lack of skill, and I wanted to get better at drawing different sized people. Plus in my mind I never pictured her as a thin person. Either way, I know this is something I gotta keep working on!

Here I wanted to see which eye shape best fit as well. Just like with body shapes, I tend to do the same eyes. I wanted to push myself more on creating diverse characters so I took out some time to really think about my choices. (I worry it still looks like my usual though lol)

Then came the sketch of Hoshi's full design! It took a while to get to this point. I thought of several different dress shapes to go with the top portion of the dress. I wanted her in a gown this time as I wanted to go for a very elegant feel. One of the most elegant characters I can think of is Morticia Addams. There's something about how she slithers around the house in her dress to me. So I decided to emulate that for the skirt portion of the gown.

I really like the top. Like it really makes me happy. I find it very elegant!

For the album cover, I did end up with a bust photo. It always happens to me--I choose the pose before I think of the outfit and the cooler part is always cut off lol

It was actually at this point that I decided to give Hoshi galaxy gradient arms. When I was planning colors, I wanted to add a sparkly element, and I thought to myself: wouldn't be cool her name implies what she already has? She wants stars, so she's getting them.

And this is the final picture!! I am EXTREMELY happy with how this turned out! I haven't really done dramatic lighting before and I was scared to bits, but it really turned out!!! T^T I'm just really happy. I have no words.

And to give my own criticism, she can be chubbier. With more practice I'll be able to draw her to what I truly see in my minds eye. For now though, this is a very good start! Below is a quick timelapse! (I forgot to do it when I was sketching and doing lineart, but we got the coloring!)

And to complete the post, I'll add the complete album art~

Yaaaay Hoshi!!

Thank you for reading this devlog! There will be more of these as I continue pumping out tunes~

Seeeee youuuuuu next timmeee

[andmaybegayer]

I was thinking back to your post on underclocking a laptop for better power efficiency again. What are your thoughts on Ryzen’s (new-ish) Eco Mode? If you haven’t heard if it, check out Gamers Nexus’ testing on YouTube. As best I can remember, the supported CPU list is quite small, but it seems like a easy way to hugely improve power efficiency (just like you did with the laptop, but with one simple button) and a great step forward for AMD.

Eco mode is clever, basically just handing you three different models built into the chip that you can pick based on your needs.

CPU's tend to use exponentially more power as you push the limits of their frequency boost and due to the enormous dick measuring competition that is CPU marketing, top of the line CPU's are often clocked impractically high to eke out a little more performance so AMD/Intel can claim the "Fastest Gaming CPU of 20XX" throne.

I think it's a good idea to provide simple pre-tested specs for people who basically want a PRO style chip. There's plenty of people who want a 105W or 65W 7950X. For simplicity, the PRO lineup of enterprise processors from AMD are all 65W maximum as designed. The PRO 7945 is basically a 65W 7900X.

Lower power targets make it easier to look after with simpler resources, a standard workstation cooler will handle the ~100W of a power reduced CPU fine, but you need to have special considerations if some of your fleet could be 250+W monsters.

Intel and AMD both have the non-K/non-X general purpose CPU's, which are cheaper lower clocked variants that are probably binned down from just barely not making spec for being a higher end chip. That's the other good way to get cooler running variants of high performance chips. While you can totally get a 13900, they just don't make a 7950 non-X, eco mode is your only option there.

(Intel also has the T-series chips, which are extra power limited variants of standard desktop chips, normally aimed at 1l mini PC's and the like. Intel could just use normal CPU's and get the mini PC's to set power limits in the BIOS, but that might a) be legally fraught in terms of performance claims and b) might encourage buying mini PC's to shuck them for CPU's. Is that good or bad? I don't actually know. At any rate, you can't buy T-series chips in anything but tray format, so it's not really an option for normal people.)

[prowerprojects]

I do hope with Sage being around, it offers Tails some interactions that's more his wavelength and offers different perspectives that gets him to think about double-edge situations. (Sometimes the straightforward solution isn't always the correct one or the most beneficial.)

But I'm definitely vouching for antagonists that Tails encounters on his own. (And I prefer it not being another tech-head. I'm open to like, other aspects of science and creating. {Speaking of magic, I'm curious of how'd react to a necromancer, considering his fear of ghosts} Or even ones that tests his other attributes, like flying, intellect or discovering a different fighting style from Sonic and Knuckles.)

Archie was all over the place, but I was intrigued by the concept of Speedy essentially being jealous of Tails being free and not locked to a bloodline. Expressing a few times he wants out. (But it is funny how outside of Eggman, Tails' biggest beefs is with birds who feel threatened by his abilities{Wave}.)

Yeah, I'm really interested in how their relationship could be developed, and how their characters could push and challenge each other. It would be a waste if there wasn't something done with them. Though it's hard to tell now how it'll go since we don't know what'd happen to Sage after Frontiers.

A necromancer? It'd probably be a bit too much for Sonic, haha. (Well... we do already jave ghosts and spirits...) Though honestly, I'm open to almost anything. There's also the matter of how the game would be played and how it would affect the design and abilities of the villain. Personally I would be interested in a character that also had a rough childhood like Tails but decides to take revenge on others for it (even if it's a bit cliche). I think it could be interesting because I feel like Tails could provide a lot of empathy for them (instead of being like "I got over it so you have no excuse"), while also protecting other people from them. (Though it'll probably be a one off antagonist since there's no way they aren't getting reformed at the end. Still)

Eeehh. I'll be honest I don't consider Tails Adventure canon and the Battle Birds don't interest me. Jokes about toddler Tails fighting off an army are funny, but it's incompatible with Tails's characterization of being a meek and timid kid before he met Sonic. Ignoring Tails Adventure makes Tails's character arc stronger. (Also those birds are ugly as sin. (Sorry). Tails deserves enemies with a cooler design/j)

The concept of someone being jealous of Tails's freedom doesn't intrigue me either, because it's got nothing to do with Tails himself. If it was someone being jealous of Amy's freedom, for example, literally nothing would change. Tails is not a character that has freedom as one of his core character themes, at least not in the same way as Sonic, or Rouge. (Maybe I wouldn't even mind that it's not one of Tails's major character themes if it wasn't already Sonic's. Sonic and Tails have a lot of similarities but I'm sure we could get something that's more unique to Tails if we're making an antagonist for him).

I guess Tails has a similar theme which is about choosing to do things his own way and carving his own path, etc., which could work with "feeling of being locked into the bloodline" thing; but this also works really well with Sage, it's even more on point, I think, because with Sage, she's also choosing, but to do the opposite, to go along with Eggman and his scemes. (At least I'm assuming that's how it'll end up going). I like that it's two characters having agency (I mean Sage doesn't really because Eggman wouldn't be keeping her around if she made the "wrong" choice but she doesn't know that) and having contrasting views on their growth and "destiny". Plus we've already got Sage and we gotta do something with her. (I do want Tails to have his own antagonists but she's already here and we can't waste her)

[takinghisbow]

@ahogechef asked: ❝ "There you are, Mr. Birthday King! I'm glad you could come~! Happy Birthday!!" Beams Kaede the moment she saw Kokichi enter the room. While he wasn't too busy right now, she wanted to take that perfect chance to spend some time with him. Moving to go behind him, she playfully begins pushing on his back, gesturing him to walk right towards the table. "I made some dessert for you~! With your gifts sitting on the table, too!"

Once they were close enough to the table, Kokichi will see that she made him a mont blanc cake. And then sitting on that same table, were a stack of three books wrapped with a purple ribbon, along with an equal amount of bookmarks with different vintage designs, sitting on top of those books. "So the dessert I made you is mont blanc; I wanted to make you something a little more unique, and I don't think I've made this kind too often, so... ! I hope you'll love it~! And I got you books, too, with pretty bookmarks!! You should open one of the very first books for a surprise... " She smiles giddily. And if he does, he'll see that it was signed by the author, themselves. "You really like this author, right? They were a guest at this event I helped cook for, once, and I was lucky enough to be able to catch them before they left. That's the only reason why I'm just now telling you, ahaha: I thought it'd be perfect to wait until now to surprise you with that!"

She giggles, giving his shoulder playful pats. Just those little things that Kaede liked to keep note of in the back of her mind, so that she can give her precious besties like him, the best kind of gifts; because if it'll make him super happy, then she'll be just as delighted, too. (SORRY THIS IS A BIT LATER, but one from Kaede, tooo!!!) ❞

Kokichi had shown up with a bounce in his step. After all, he knew that Kaede inviting him in during his birthday probably meant something tasty at the very least. That, and what better way to spend part of his day than with a friend? He laughed at her pushing him, initially making a show of digging his heels in before finally hopping forward and making his way to the table. He hopped two last times, one foot and then the other, to finally end up in front of his surprises. The cake caused his eyes to widen, glancing between it and Kaede. "Whoa. This is awesome." He resisted the urge to swipe at it for a taste just barely, focusing on the gifts next. He grinned at the books, looking through the bookmarks. "No more dog-earring my books," he joked. Or maybe it wasn't a joke. He had more books than bookmarks, so a few more was very, very welcome. Doing as she suggested, he picked up the uppermost book, flipping open the cover. He stared down at the signature as she explained, face blank as he took in the reality of the gift. Then he set the book down and turned toward her with a sudden, blinding smile. Grabbing her hands, he started bouncing around in a circle, pulling her with him. "You're the best friend ever!" he announced, no addendum, no claim that he was joking. He was completely serious as he stopped bouncing, still shaking their arms excitedly. "I have to get you something even cooler for your birthday!" Or as a complete surprise but, well, that was a surprise.

"Now, cake time, cake time!"

[howdoesagrapewrites]

in my honest opinion, writing smut of characters who are underage ( or their ages are "ambiguous", but context clues clearly point to them being underage ) is just kind of a waste. there's almost always many attractive canonically adult characters. it avoids the controversy before it can even start.

with spiderverse specifically, literally just use their comics versions.

sure, the movie versions are soo cool and are more easily accessible because of the hype atsv is getting at the moment, but to avoid the age debate? write about the canonically adult versions of them that exist in the comics. a few quick google searches and skimming their wikis can give you just as much info as we have from the movies. and especially with pavitr or hobie or gayatri, who we barely get any actual information about from the movie? yeah, just use the comics. not only do we have more substance and backstory, but ( cannot stress this enough ) they're ADULTS! and since you as a writer do already fill in those gaps for gayatri since she barely has any character defining moments in the comics or movie, it shouldn't make a difference.

and granted, a lot of the appeal of the movies is that the designs are much cooler than in the comics ( looking at pavitr ). with that being said? they have beta suit designs, beta physical features from the movies that are just as cool as the final ones. push those onto the comic characters and boom, you have adult characters with cool designs who you can write smut about without issue.

Yes, I've thought about this as a comic reader, and I think is an excellent alternative (especially for Miles omg he's so cool in the comics and his personality is very similar but he actually acts like an adult, and I could go on, but I digress) and this works for Pavitr, but Gayatri doesn't exist in the comics, Pavitr's love interest is Meera Jain (she features in a fic of mine already but want to write more about her solo).

And on Hobie, I'd say his comic version is more clearly a teenager, where as ATSV Hobie appears to be on late teens/young adult (18-19) and comic Hobie is more aroace coded.

I think the only characters I'd write nsfw of (apart from the canonically adult ones) would be Pavitr and Gayatri but only because of the adult image of them I have in my head, and because of this, I'd feel uncomfortable knowing that are adult people using my writing to thirst over canon Pavitr and Gayatri.

I sincerely thank you for helping me with this. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ I think I'll refrain from writing that sort of content for them.

[littlewitty]

Alairie Persu

Chapter Seven

“Here, aren’t these Jadian?” Yves said as he laid out items of clothing in front of me. Sariel had pushed me out of my cell into a wardrobe with Yves. All the clothes were very different. Clearly, no one did their homework. Jade was somewhat known for their arts. Fashion was counted among these values. However, fashion differed widely depending on personal taste and region of Jade. The north wore more modest clothing, built for the cooler climate. The South wore more revealing clothing, made for the hotter atmosphere. Jade’s climate was insanely diverse for the size of the country.

“I’m South-Jadian. These clothes are actually more from the East.” The clothes had jewels on them. They resemble metal tassels. “That trend of fashion originated in Benitoite as they loved gold bedazzles and low hanging jewellery. Jade shared a border on the East. In the past, Benitoite was the hangout for ‘pirates’. It had a vast access to the ocean therefore it was dominated by them. They would walk around wearing their jewels and treasures, which would normally jangle about. From there, the fashion trend took off. It was a show of bravery, adventure and riches. The traders on the East-Jadian border soon adopted this dress code as well, bringing on yet another district trend.”

“What does South-Jadian clothing look like?”

“‘Revealing’ as you would call it. Light, airy and usually with basic repeat-patterns and light colours. Quite simple in design as well.”

“Do you have any to show me?”

“Nope. Gonna tell me why I need to be in Jadian clothing?” I demanded. Yves stopped and looked at me. He seemed almost in surprise and confusion.

“Wait, they haven’t told you yet?” Blondie blurted out. Clearly, it was something important and not a simple fashion show. The door creaked open as Clavis strode in.

“Come on now, Yves, you don’t want to give anything away. That ruins the fun!”

“Stop playing with her Clavis, tell her what you and she should do.” Those words were a death sentence. Instantly, fear creeped in. I was going to do something with Clavis. The joker of all jokes. The most annoying person in the whole country. Someone who had, regretfully, started to make me smile.

“Clavis, tell me.” I threw a thousand daggers at him with my glare. He seemed to miss all of them. “Fine, Blondie? What am I going to be doing?”

“Wha-?! Don’t you ever call me ‘Blondie’ again! My name is Yves!” He chanted loudly. “Anyway, since you must know, you’re going to… infiltrate Jade.”

“No I am not.”

Yves continued, “...with Clavis. You’re going to be investigating a certain drug ring. You two will be going undercover as… regretfully… Clavis insisted a-”

“We will be going undercover as husband and wife.” Clavis cheerfully proclaimed.

Silence.

You could have heard a needle drop. My heart was pounding and strangling itself. “Excuse me..? I’m going to be playing the role of that wanker’s wife?!”

“Alairie, don’t swear!” Yves preached before he looked away, “but yes that’s the general idea.”

“And I assume it has something to do with that ‘Scheme’ thing that I was questioned on?” They didn’t answer me, both finding the decorations on the wall more interesting. Fine. “And when do we leave?”

“We need to get to the Inn tonight.” Clavis imputed. He was having way too much fun. “So dress up in clothes that look more natural for North Jadian. I’ll be with you every step of the way with a dagger piercing your leg, so don’t even think about trying anything. I will kill you on sight.” His eyes were cold. They bore no emotion but somehow I believed that it wasn’t true. Clavis wasn’t a killer from what I could tell. Maybe a maniac, but not a futile murderer. He seemed like the person to value life. Maybe he is just proving his acting skills.

“Your plan is all good and fine, however these are all commoner clothes, like, my social class clothes. You sound way too posh to be a commoner… Do you ever speak Jadian?” Clavis wore that smile. That god-forsaking smile.

“Well, the story goes that we met in Rhodolite. We were both working at a manor. We both talk in Rhodolitian because my Jadian isn’t very confident yet. Understood? If you help me succeed then you will be rewarded tenfold.” Clavis affirmed. I wasn’t afraid of him, however, I was curious to see how it would play out. I kept thinking about the prospect and soon came to the conclusion that I quite liked the idea of playing along. I was naturally a very curious being.

“Fine. This one. This one is more North-Jadian. And Clavis should wear one of those.” I pointed to another bench with male clothing on. I was going to wait this one out. I wanted to see the scandal, the drama for myself.

“How do you put this on?” Clavis poked his head out of the side of the partition. He raised up the top. It wasn’t a very difficult top to put on however to a foreign noble, it would be highly confusing.

“You put it on by passing your head in the triangle of the three pie- no not like that, I- come here… my loving husband.” I sneered at him as I got up and held the top out in a way he could easily put it on.

“Ah, my darling wife, shouldn’t you be stripping it off me?” He retorted back, equally smug. He was having way too much fun.

“.. you’re the worst.” He merely laughed. When he was finally in his outfit a scowl moulded onto his face. “What now?” I demanded as he wrapped a cloak around his figure.

“You’re showing… way too much.” A small blush brushed onto his clear face. If he thought my outfit was revealing he was going to have heart palpitations when he got to Jade. “Anyway, we should be heading out soon. Bring the books Sariel gave yo-”

“Really? After that whole scene from the other day? I cannot read Clavis.”

“You will soon.” Threat or not, he flicked his hood over and grabbed my wrist. He dragged me out of the room and down to the dungeon to gather the books before handing me an all-too familiar satchel. Within the hour we were in a carriage, with my ankles and wrists bound, and on the road.

“That was yours right? This is South Jadian design?” Clavis asked, gesturing to the satchel.

“It is mine and no, it’s not. It’s a Tanzanite design.” My grandmother had made it for me a long time ago, it was the perfect size with the perfect amount of pockets. To that day, it was the best bag I had ever owned.

“Isn’t that the country below Jade? Why does a commoner like you have a bag from another country?”

“My grandmother made it for me. My father’s side comes from Tanzanite. Onto the real issue at hand, I need to use the ladies room. I wasn’t allowed to go before we lef-”

“There’s a bucket in the storage under your seat.” A bucket? Was he really being serious? My face had apparently said all as he uttered a single laugh. “We are commoners now, remember?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve always been a commoner. So anyway, what name should I call you by? I mean I would call my real husband ‘my love’ or something.” Clavis simply turned to gaze out the window. He wasn’t in the right mood to tease. He seemed off in the way he was talking through gritted teeth and stony faces. “Oh come on, pretending to be a commoner cannot be that bad.”

“Don’t talk to me. Go to sleep or something.”

“Scary!”

He stayed silent.

“... Of course.” I mean, I loved being a dick however even I knew that people had an end to their tether. Last thing I wanted was to be in a compromising position with my captor. His eyes had black linings underneath them. He looked extremely fatigued. “Can I have one of the books? The purple one had pictures in them.” He barely looked at me before reaching into the satchel next to him and pulling out the book, handing it to me. And with that, I started tracing the pictures with my fingers, movement restricted with the bounds. It was a diagram to show the proper layout of cutlery and crockery in terms of royal etiquette. The gentle rocking of the carriage pacified me as we trundled on into the night.

*So, this is obviously all my headcanons, haha. But the prince of Benitoite, Silvio, wears an abundance of jewels and bangles of all sorts. Someone mentioned how he would definitely jingle when he walks, hence my attempt to make it a part of the culture of Benitoite as I love theory-making and development which will never be useful. :)

[briamichellewrites]

6

1999. Chester Bennington. The band never knew he was the guy they needed until they heard him sing. He was tall and thin, but his voice was strong. Holy shit! They invited him to join them right away. He accepted! With him, they finally felt they were getting somewhere. They still didn’t have a record deal but they were so close, they could taste it! Mike and Chester started working on music together in his makeshift bedroom studio.

Bria joined the band occasionally. Joe asked her on one occasion what she thought the name of the band should be. They were currently calling themselves, Xero or Hybrid Theory. Another possibility was Linkin Park. Linkin Park sounded way cooler. They considered it and they talked about it together as a band. After voting unanimously, they agreed to change their name to Linkin Park.

Even though she and Mike broke up, they remained friends. He and Phoenix started quietly dating after Joe and Brad asked them what they were waiting for. It was obvious they were attracted to each other! Brad told Phoenix to stop being stubborn and just ask him to be his boyfriend. The worst thing he could say was no. With that push, he gathered up the courage and asked him to officially be his boyfriend. Mike accepted right away.

Only their close friends and family knew, as well as Bria and the band. They all supported them. Mike wasn’t going to identify himself as being gay or bisexual because it didn’t matter to him. He was still attracted to women, while also being attracted to Phoenix. Phoenix told him he didn’t have to come out if he didn’t want to. Nobody could make him. That was his personal choice.

Jason told him the same thing. His parents just wanted him to find someone who made him happy. They were hoping for grandchildren in the future, but he was not ready for that yet. He did want children eventually. Maybe a dog or two. He thought about adopting a dog, but he realized he was too busy and couldn’t give it the attention it deserved. In the future, he hoped he could adopt. He got a job as a graphic designer, which kept him busy during the day.

Phoenix studied philosophy. He jokingly tried having philosophical discussions with the band. It didn’t go as well as he hoped. He formed a band in high school with some friends called, Tasty Snax. It was a Christian ska/punk band. They recorded an album the year before called, Run, Joseph, Run. They were talking about recording another album in a year. He mentioned that to Mike and the band.

It would mean he would have to be replaced. They gave him the green light to go. They would find musicians to fill his role until he came back. Finally, the band had their record deal! It took a lot of perseverance from Jeff, but he finally secured a contract for them! Happy didn’t even begin to explain how they felt! Mike cried tears of happiness. This is what they had worked together for! They busted their asses off for years!

Bria celebrated with them by bringing them a white chocolate cake with chocolate frosting she bought for around twenty dollars. It was expensive but they were worth every penny! She had the bakery write, CONGRATULATIONS LINKIN PARK! They shared it and her while talking and laughing. It was delicious! Their parents congratulated them when they got the phone call.

What was she up to? She was thinking about adopting a kitten, so she was researching breeds. It had to be good on airplanes. Otherwise, she didn’t care what kind of breed it was. Linda thought getting a kitten was a good idea because she had the heart to care for an animal. It would also teach her about responsibility. Mike jokingly asked her if she was finally becoming independent. Was Linda loosening the leash? Yes. Yes, she was.

“‘Bria, you’re almost twenty years old. It’s time you start doing more for yourself.’”

“Good for her. I like her more and more.”

Brad was amused when he found out she couldn’t do certain things. He taught her how to make a simple meal of chicken, rice, and vegetables on the stove. Were they dating? Not officially, though he called her his girlfriend. Linda liked him, despite their eighteen-year age differences. Even when she no longer needed Linda, she would always keep her around because she was family to her.

Why wasn’t she officially dating Brad? They hadn’t had that discussion yet. He was taking her to the Lakers game. Did she even like basketball? She didn’t understand sports in general, outside of gymnastics. However, she could never do it because she was too tall and had zero athletic ability. They laughed. After hanging out for a while, she said goodbye because she had to get ready for the game. They thanked her for the cake and told her to have fun.

Bria showed up to Brad’s wearing a white t-shirt, a red plaid flannel shirt wrapped around her waist, and jeans with high-top shoes. He asked if she was bringing grunge back. It was still the nineties, so technically grunge never left. He laughed and kissed her. She looked beautiful as always. He wanted to impress her, so he got them floor seats.

The arena was filling up when they got there. She held onto his arm as they walked to their seats. After the game, they were going to go out to dinner before finishing the night at his place. He was lucky to have secured tickets. They were expensive but she was worth every penny. It was their first public appearance since they started dating. He knew the media would be there. It was something they would have to deal with. He hoped they wouldn’t harass them.

If they wanted to take pictures, they could do so from a distance. Was he nervous? Yes, he was. It had been a while since he had been on a date and he wanted it to be perfect for her. She pulled her long brown hair over her shoulders to keep it from falling into her face. During the game, the media caught them being affectionate with each other.

They took pictures of him holding her hand. Whoever she was, he looked very happy with her. They also caught Kobe Bryant almost falling on top of her while catching the ball. She put her hands out in front of her face while almost falling off her chair. He quickly got his footing before turning around and asking if she was okay. Oh, yeah. She was fine. He gave her a high five before going back to the game. Brad couldn’t help but laugh. She adjusted herself in her seat as he asked if she was okay.

Yeah, I’m fine. She could find the humor in it. The band was hanging out watching the game when they noticed them sitting down by the court. They saw her almost getting hit by Kobe Bryant. Once they saw she was okay, they laughed.

The sportscaster replayed it while doing commentary. She seemed to be a great sport about it. Who won? She didn’t know because she wasn’t paying attention. It had been a very fun time and she was happy she went. She put her flannel on because she was a little cold during the game. They shared popcorn while also enjoying drinks but they were still hungry. The stadium had a few restaurants, so they decided to eat at Fogo de Chão Brazilian Steakhouse.

They were able to get a table right away. It was near the back, so they could have privacy. After eating and paying, he held her hand while they walked back to his car. He was so relieved it had gone so well! She had a great time, so he considered it a very successful date.

When they got to his place, they went into his bedroom and closed the door. He kissed her, which he had been wanting to do all night. Before making love to her, he had one question to ask. Will you be my girlfriend? She was beyond thrilled because she had been waiting for him to ask her. Yes! He smiled before kissing her again.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[the-firebird69]

Huge huge sales of the John Cena motorcycle it's way past Hard knock kicker 5150 it's way past anything and it's the size that he rides it's selling so many that the stupid roads are full of these things and everyone wants to know who's making all this damn noise it's the Briggs & Stratton and it doesn't have to meet the DOT recycled stuff because it's a motorcycle wicked noisy and they smell and there's probably a 100,000 in the downtown City area of LA at any point in time tons of them have the Chrome motor tons and there's some of the gold and some of the platinum and they get the Platinum cuz it looks like Chrome and I tell you what it is a massive number and we sold like 3 million octillion today and people are picking them up in California and taking trucks of them elsewhere their trucking them all over the United States over the bridge tons of Max are buying them it is the staple of the day and they think that there is no that's why they're buying them we have shipped a ton of them okay and really 20 CC at 20ci that is is about 80cc and you can order it with a smaller motor you need a motorcycle license for this but down in Florida you can get 49cc motor but you can also order it so you can get this and then order the 49 and it's a bit smaller it's about half the size they're about 5 cubic centimeters in an inch and so that's 10 roughly it's eight round eight but we sell one that's 7.52 in and it goes about 90 mph because it's geared and you can buy a performance package but it would overheat with him on it and you need an engine cooler and we have that kit and if you order it with the motor smaller motor and Chrome or black really he says so that's fun with the cooler its $600. And he could get a car cover port for it out back on the porch and you know we temporary and it's just for the elements and tampering but it when he first gets it he put it he can put the cover on it if he doesn't have the money or time and really it's a great idea he has to go to the DMV registrate but wow you know that's not much work and really it goes about 80 mph with him on it and still a scooter eventually it's going to get down here in shops and people will talk about it.

It says we have a fireball here and you meant to say it again and her son doesn't really get it because if he's on it it means that we go after his stuff and we really want to say that and our sons a mutant. And Max is good that people will want to have one his people mostly no so since it's not following it it says I wonder if that would unify you it says probably not it works it works like this he says you're on his version of the mini chopper and it's his hardware design a layout and equipment and that's almost exactly what specs and it is considered to be his work like the ships are his work okay so they don't want you on it and that's the whole thing... He says no they don't want him to get the shifts and they see that they're aware of it we played this game with them once before and they say they won and it was on the small Kawasaki cuz we designed some stuff ships and you designed them, and the firebird and more Japanese vehicles.. sisters you see how easy it is you have nice effects and he has some people painting some of the girls paintings are pretty good and he says try not to make it better make it just like he's doing and they are and they see the pipe for ricola. So he's nailing it and pushing the button says to put it out there and I really I think we got it the way he would say it

Thor Freya

[deuynndoodles]

hi its bnha gal redesigns (info on design choices under the cut)

ochako:

for her my main goals was streamlining it and getting rid of unnecessary parts

the wrist buckles are gone now (the aesthetic and pop of pink was good, but the rattle would drive anyone insane)

her heels have gone bye bye. both so she doesnt break an ankle AND to push the astronaut look

i kinda meshed both her costumes: theres the rabbit ears from her current one, but the full face helmet and the belt of the old one. the rabbit ears are adorable (plus the parallel to deku)

but moving debris? she needs a face shield! also removing the pink focal point of the belt leads you.. there.

mina:

i rlly do love the teal/purple color pallette of her costume, but otherwise, its absolutely terrible. throw it all away

i tossed the magenta and switched out the beige for a bright yellow!

it makes me think of rain outfits, which goes really great with her acid quirk. acid rain and all that

she deserved a cooler jacket too. i added those pockets on the side of the thighs so she had storage, and raised the collar + a zipper for better chest support!

tsuyu:

i do enjoy her costume, so i didnt change a lot!

mainly i made her goggles imitate a frog better, added a bit more streamlinedness to it, and tossed the thigh high heels

kyouka:

i really enjoy her costume (and idk if thats a bias honestly) so mainly my goal was just to make it a lil more her

i made her leggings jeans and distressed them, adding buckles to her boots, made her jacket look more like a leather jacket.

i also swapped out the coral for blue! coral and purple only go well together with blue to pull it together, in my opinion. (defs some exceptions but it just works Better)

plus blue just fits her personality better

theres still some coral accents on her headphones tho

momo:

bye bye slutty suit

srsly shes 15

i made her more babey bc i could

this suit design is the oldest out of all of these so idk what my thought process was, so imma guess

she has a zip up top and a backpack to house her creations + that manual

i kept the funky belt and added a skirt going the opposite way for zig zag aesthetic

yeets the heel and gives her shorts like she deserves

the gloves are just aesthetic tho, for a pop of black. maybe theyre made out of her hair so her creations can go through it

[free-pool-trash]

dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

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The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.

[luimagines]

Hey, could we get the boys kissing the reader please?

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Absolutely!

If the reader gets to give the boys kisses, it's only fair that they get kisses in return!

Fair warning, these are more or less platonic.

Content under the cut!

Twilight

“Twilight I think I died.” You blurt out one day.

Twilight stops what he was doing and tilts his head on your direction. “Run that by me again?”

“This is all a dream isn’t it?” You gulp and pull your hair a bit to feel something. “Did I die? Am I dying? How do I know you’re real?”

Twilight pauses and puts his things down. He walks toward you and puts his hands on your shoulders. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Before I met you, I got hurt...bad... And I had a dream.” You say.

Twilight then bends down and kisses you nose.

The action stuns you and you blink in an attempt to process the absurdity of it.

“Did that ever happen in your dream?” Twilight bites his lip to keep himself from smiling. This was supposed to be serious- you might have been having a crisis.

“No?” You answer with a small child like shake to your head.

“Then you’re not dreaming.” Twilight answers simply.

“Is that how that would work?” You reply.

“Do you want it to?”

“Yes.” You nod and walk with Twilight to help him out with his earlier chores. “I don’t like thinking of the alternative.”

“It’s you’re dreaming I’m sure our group is more than wiling to find ways to induce your awakening.”

“Like what?”

“Throw you off a cliff? Set you on fire? Get the cuccos nice and angry-”

“I’ll take your method over that thank you very much.”

Wind

“It can’t be that bad.” You roll your eyes and put your hand son your hips. “Why do you hate it so much?”

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Wind explained. “If I went back home and they found out I did this, I would never be able to live it down.”

“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” You ask instead with a teasing grin on your lips.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Please don’t make me.” Wind whines. “I’d do anything.”

“If it’s any consolation, it’s not my idea either.” You sigh and cross your arms instead. “But the faster we do it the faster we can get it over with. It’s not like we have to talk about it ever again.”

“No please-” Wind gets onto his knee, saying your name and crawling to you that way. “-You’re my last hope. Don’t let this be the end of it.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Wind grabs your hands places a clumsy kiss on your fingers as he pleads. “Can’t it be anyone else? Please! Please, please please please please!”

“Oh my goodness! OK! I’ll go talk to Time and Twilight and see if we can get Legend to do it or something.”

“Yeeees.”

Hyrule

“My everything hurts.” You whined and rolled over, grasping your side in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure there. “Was I stabbed? I feel like I was stabbed.”

“You were, in fact, not stabbed.” Hyrule kneels by your side and lifts your hand to access the wounded area a bit better. “But you did land really harshly on the rock below us. So try to take it easy for a minute, ok? We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”

“Who is this we you speak of?” You sigh as the pain lessens and take a deep breath, trying to sit yourself up. “I just see you.”

“Yeah, Wild is on his way over, so it’s about to be we.” Hyrule snickers.

“I see... Thank you ‘Rulie.” You smile a bit and loosen up your muscles. “How did I even fall to begin with?”

“Bad bomb placement.”

“Ah.” You say, as if that answers your question. “Well that explains everything then.”

Hyrule looks up at you and sees your face. “You’ll be ok.”

“I mean I hope so.” You shrug and Hyrule leans in to place a small kiss on your forehead.

“Wha-”

“Magic enhancer. Good for one extra minute of healing time.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You love it.”

Warrior

“I hate this.” You groaned as you walked through the dungeon. “Why are we here again?”

“Because we have a mission to clear the darkness and this is a hotspot. We clear this area and then we can move on to the next until we’re all done.” Warrior shrugs, fully understanding the sentiment but not wanting to ruin his reputation.

“This suuuuucks.”

“I knoooow.” He snickers.

“You’re making fun of me but I know you feel the same way.” You tilt your head back and look at him by shifting your eyes.

“Yeah but you don’t see me complaining.”

You groan louder in response, purely out of spite at this point and shove him slightly by the shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?” Warrior asked teasingly.

“I want a sick prize at the end.”

“I can wager in a kiss.”

“Not from you.”

“No?” Warrior laughs louder and spin on his heel, walking backwards as he talks to you just a little ways ahead from where you are. “Am I not worth enough?”

“I have only the highest of standards.” You deadpan. 

“I’ll have you know that my kisses are completely worth it.” Warrior twirls his hand upwards for fan fair.

“Doubt it.”

“I’ll prove it.”

“Doubt it.” You grin.

Warrior rolls his eyes but lets you catch up to him before leaning over suddenly and kissing on your hair line.

“Cheap shot.” You snort and push him away. “You’ll have to do harder than that. I bet the prize at the end is cooler anyway.”

“Tough crowd.”

Time

“Time, would you be a dear and help me out with one little thing?” You called out, fighting one of the knots that kept your bag to Epona’s side but Twilight was no where to be found so it’s not like he could help you.

Time looked up and saw you struggling with the bag and the rope that held it in place. An amused smile crossed his face and he got up to make his way over to you.

You huff and stomp your foot when it refuses to let go just in time as the man himself makes it to your side. “What seems to be the problem?”

 “I can’t get my bag out!” You whine. “Twilight does such ridiculous knots and I can’t figure it out.”

“Let me see.” Time rolls his eye and steps into your space, checking at the problem in front of him.

It was way more complicated than Time would think Twilight would purposefully do. It looked staged.

Luckily he knows his pup well and managed to get it untangled with seconds.

“How?” You frown and pout. “How did you do that? I thought I would have needed to get my knife or Legend to get rid of the spell.”

“Twilight doesn’t like spells or magic in general.” Time smirks and sees the opportunity in front of him.

You reach out your hand to take the bag with a sigh. “Yeah, yeah I know. Thank you, I was getting frustrated.”

Time grabs your hand with his free hand, bringing it up his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. “A hero’s work is never done.”

“A-ah.” You blush with wide eyes. “Right.”

Wild

“I have no idea where to go from here.” Wild sighs and places his hands on his hip, keeping the wooden spoon angled away from his clothes.

“What’s up? Need help?” You stand up and walk toward him.

“The stew needs something. But I don’t know what.” Wild huffs and chews on his lips as he thinks.

“Salt?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” He picks up his slate and takes the rock out, chipping small pieces off before stirring to dissolve it.

He brings the wooden spoon to his lips to taste it but he doesn’t seem satisfied with the result. “It’s better but not enough.”

“Can I try?” You offer and move closer to the pot.

He sighs and gives you the spoon with a bit of the broth. It’s delicious as expected but he’s right. A bit lackluster.

You smack your lips together and move it around on your tongue and try to figure it out. “Maybe Goron spice? Not enough to feel obviously but anything spicy tends to heighten existing flavors.”

Wild thinks about it before going through with your suggestion. He stirs for a hot minute before his eyes light up at the taste.

He spin to you with enough force to startle you, but before you can move away he grab your face with his hands and brings you forward giving you a whopping kiss onto your forehead. “That’s just what it needed. Thank you!”

You wobble for a moment when he pushy you away but you smile regardless. “You’re welcome.”

Legend

“And here we have the best of the rest, Mr. Fancyprance Mcfickle Bottom.” Legend knelt to the ground after speaking and place a kiss on the back of your hand.

“I take it back. We’re doomed. We’re never going to be able to sneak into the gala.” You lament and take your hand out of his gasp.

“How dare you doubt my acting skills.”

“Can you at least try to take this seriously?” You stress. “This is a big moment for the kingdom, if one thing goes wrong tonight, we’re all going to pay the price.”

“It’s not like any one going to die if we don’t do well toni-”

“Did you not read the note?” Your stare widens. “I can’t believe you. There’s going to be an assassination attempt. It’s why we’re even going to begin with!”

Legend pauses as he considers your words before sobering up and standing taller. “Alright. From the top. This is what we have to do.”

“Thank you.”

Four

“Ok, I have no idea where you’re taking me, but it better be good because I’m a lot less graceful when I’m blindfolded.” Four said over his shoulder as you guided him through the underbrush.

“Just trust me.” You grin. “You’re going to love it.”

“I hope so.”

You giggle and continue to push him ahead. “Ok, wait here I’ll be right back. Don’t take it off just yet.”

“You are so lucky I trust you.”

“Good.” You dash off and grab a small parcel that was hidden in a hollow tree truck.

You run back to him and pull his hand in front of him, placing it gently on top of his palms. “There. Open your eyes and open the box.”

Four grips the wrapping and takes the blindfold off with one hand. “What is it?”

“A gift silly!”

“Ok, yeah, but what’s inside?”

“Open it and find out!”

He smiles and gently rips the paper that covering the little box, eyes widening as he recognizes the design within. “How did you get this?”

“I save up for it. It’s a thank you.” You bite you lip and take a small step back. You’re beginning to feel a little flustered by his reaction even if you think you have no reason to be.

Four drops the paper wrapping and opens the box. “You got me this?”

“Yes. I thought we established this.”

Four beams and doesn’t even open the box all the way before he runs at you and practically tackles you over. “Thank you!”

“You’re wel-”

Four take the breath to plant a big ol’ smooth on your cheek, silencing anything else you were going to say.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” 

It’s the happiest you’ve seen him.

You can’t even get your thoughts together before he give you another hug and dashes away from you to enjoy his gift.

Or brag about it to the others.

You wanted to avoid that, which is why you brought him all the way out here beyond the camp...but you can never really tell what he’s going to do next.

You smile regardless and touch the spot on your cheek.

At least he likes it.

Sky

“I have no idea how you do this Sky.” You gulp and lean over marginally over the edge. “I hate free falling. How is this a fun thing to do?”

“It’s not so bad when you can trust your loftwing to catch you.”

“I don’t have a loftwing. You keep using that word and I have no idea what you mean.”

“You’ll be fine anyway. The water will catch you.”

“That’s not remotely as reassuring as you think it is.”

“You’re over thinking it. Stop thinking.” Sky laughs a little as he gets closer to you.

“Easier said than done.”

“Trick yourself then.”

“How?”

“A distraction would be a good start.” Sky hums.

“And how to suppose I distract myself?” You deadpan.

Sky shrugs before leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek. It stuns you enough that freeze on your spot and Sky takes the opportunity to spin you around by your shoulders and promptly shoves you off of the cliff side.

He dives in right after you when he sees your head pop out of the surface, laughing as he goes.