#I'll draw lightning at any opportunity. I love doing lightning.

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day eleven- dance

Riju my baby. On a glass bottle because I like engraving on glass bottles. I love how much her fighting style looks like a dance

Riju in totk is great because if anyone deserves to be able to summon a giant dome of lightning death. It's her. Skyward sword link's not the only one who can catch lightning with his sword B)

Drawing lightning is fun. And I really should start using references for these.

:)

[melanie-ohara]

Gideon Souls, number 7

This was a real up and down sort of day. Mostly, I'll admit, down. First up: the power couple, Ornstein and Smough.

I genuinely love these guys, this fight was great.

Sadly, I did not one shot them. No, they were too difficult. Ornstein was everywhere I wanted to be, and where he wasn't, there was Smough's hammer. They pressured me relentlessly and left me with no opportunities to heal.

The second time, I focused on drawing out Ornstein and hitting him before Smough caught up. This worked a charm, and it wasn't long before Smough was gently laying his husband to his final sleep and smashing him with a big hammer to gain lightning powers. At the point, things got... actually kinda easy. I just went back to hitting him in the butt, because he is big and slow and his moves are highly telegraphed. I'm wondering at this point if my +5 black knight greatsword is maybe a little too strong.

So now it's Gwynevere time

No, you do not get a booby picture. You're not playing dark souls

She gave me the lordvessel and I wept with joy when I learned I could now fast travel. Victory never felt sweeter. I will never have to go back to Sen's Fortress. I will never see Blighttown again. Depths Shmepths.

Her presence got me thinking about the description I found on a silver knight shield though -

This girl ain't real, boob fans, sorry to say

I went straight back to Firelink and got vored by Frampt, who explained (while upside down) that this is the point where Dark Souls actually starts - get the souls from some guys so I can open the door. Nice to have a real objective. So first up: Seath, in the Duke's Archives.

I hate the Duke's Archives. It's 90% crystal skeletons, 9% wizards, and 1% safe places to stand. It's Sen's Fortress without the comedy. It's a miserable slog. I saved Big Hat Logan from a prison cell, and then when I finally made it outside I found -

Not Siegmeyer, but his daughter Sieglinde, whose big onion body and silly baby voice charmed me. She almost made the last hour of my life worth it. Almost.

I spent four seconds in the Crystal Caves, learned from @amethystasari that the path is i n v i s i b l e because I guess Miyazaki thought that would be funny, and decided that was quite enough Dark Souls for a long time. So instead of Seath, the actual next job is Darkroot Garden, and then New Londo Ruins, and that quite probably as much of the rest of the game I can possibly do before I have to go back and clobber than stupid dragon man.

Incidentally, is Seath supposed to be Priscilla's father? He's white, she's white, she doesn't have a lot of scales, he doesn't have any scales, law of economy of characters... and if her painting is in Anor Londo that would make Gwynevere her mother. Boning down with your dad's best buddy, very regal

[mondayxmorning]

𝙿𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙳𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙳-𝚆𝙰𝚃𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻 ; @ghostsxagain, x

​​​​​MATES. It was a label to their relationship that was left unsaid, until he said it. For the years they had been close, it was by far--- obvious. The two spoke among themselves just like any sort of friend would-- accompanied by sleepovers, inside jokes and even moments of vulnerability. Drew only further proved their point tonight with their guidance, empathy and resourcefulness. He immensely appreciated the shift of this friendship in comparison to his former mates-- for example, Drew wasn't self centered. When one would have tried to strike up a serious relationship, it would change as fast as lightning to something sports related or obscene and sexist. In a sense, fleeing from across the pond and stationing in States was also a little better in terms of company. He felt at ease with Drew's company, allowing them to equally 'bitch' all they wanted and not trump any personal problem of their own until an opportunity arose. Patience was also met, which was nice. It was always a treat to be met face to face with their best mate-- a simple text could go along way, but with luck of the two being here, in this moment, Patrick felt better about today's shittiness by openly being able to talk about it with someone he trusted--- actually, right now, the only person he trusted too.

"Aye, it would be a fantastic square, indeed." He snickered once more at their comment about their drawings. From time to time, even Patrick was hard on himself. He might have not had the same artistic mindset to critique like his friend did, but just like today--- he put a dampening label on his ability to fulfill his personal to-do list. But it had started with being nervous and being nervous made everything worse. Luckily his charm gave him a second chance, and that would be a second chance not to fumble. And while he was no psychologist, he picked up the odd response in how other people spoke or reacted with their body language. Deflated shoulders? Check. So, he understood why Drew asked for his opinion in the first place. "But no, no, don't---don't worry about me, worry about what makes you happy." Words slipped from his lips like the truth before, trying to reaffirm with a mirrored smile.

Again, at their friend's ever-so loving big heart, it came into play. They didn't have to be so generous or so kind, but they were. Patrick would never change that-- hell, he wouldn't even ask to change their socks if they were stinky! He'd wallow with the smell. (Not admitting the fact he was used to a neglectful brother and his dirty laundry growing up-- but that was a whole 'nother story, for 'nother day). This is how a friendship-- correction: a mateship worked. Goofiness, seriousness, and the in-between.

"Really?" The question at bay sounded more surprised, but in reality, he just looked at the semi-ruined shirt with furrowed brows. Was it even fixable? Maybe he should invest in what the American's call 'Tide?' or better laundry detergent? Whatever the fuck it was--- he'd have to be better at laundry too, or at least, not be so clumsy. "A sleepover sounds fantastic. I'll keep you up ALL night, we can watch chick-flicks!" Patrick teased, returning to wink with his own eye. After today's chaotic mess, he was more than happy to oblige, because Drew did say that today would be a new start, considering the time. "But really, I don't want to impose... though, if ya have milk and cereal, I'm coming over. And! And, I promise to give the shirt a better clean than this one, once I return it."

[swisssadge]

BANKAI I'D LOVE TO SEE

Okay, a few words before we go into this.

This list will consist of non-captain characters, except for three. How else, since we see almost every Captain's Bankai. But there are other Shinigami who I'm really curious what their Bankai would be, were they to achieve it. And technically, every Shinigami has the potential to achieve it, as we see with the Lieutenants who do.

And I am also aware that Kubo had only limited time and space, that he couldn't give EVERY somewhat major Shinigmai a Bankai. Wouldn't even have been possible, for several reasons. Still... as I'll be mentioning later down the line, there are some characters I'd wish we had even just as much as a single picture, like we do in Hisagi's and Shinji's case. I know that stuff has gone down behind the curtains, and that Kubo hasn't been able to draw everything he wanted, but still. Pleeeeease, Kubo-sama, maybe just single pictures, at least? Just one for each missing Bankai, like you drew them for Hisagi and Shinji? I'd be already very happy with only that.

And yes, we fans can come up with our own ideas, but the point is: What would Kubo himself come up with? That's what I personally am so super curious about. Mainly regarding the design, since one could guess at the powers a little from the Shinigamis' Shikai. Don't get me wrong, I would still love to have a complete explanation of the Bankais' powers, but their designs is the other half of the coin. And Kubo proved to come up with some very creative and interesting stuff. So yeah, I am interested in both, but primarily the designs.

Oh, and lastly, you won't find Yoruichi on here, cause she doesn't even use a Zanpakuto. We'd first have to see that before we can even begin to talk about her Bankai.

Okay, on to the list now.

ISSHIN AND JUSHIRO!!!

Okay, I have to admit: Despite me trying not to be, I am still somewhat super angry that we didn't get Bankai for these two. Especially after freaking KENPACHI got a Bankai, when he didn't even know his sword's name for almost the entire series. Not only are they among my fav characters; but Isshin had the perfect opportunity to show his during the Thousand Year Blood War arc. I mean, come on - you can't just hype a Bankai up by telling us via Aizen how strong it is, and then just not show it! Never mind that Isshin was shown to still be an incredibly strong Shinigami, even after 20 years without his powers. So come on, give him a proper fight. And in Ukitake's case, it is just one more thorn in my heart, cause he was always in Shunsui's shadow anyways. Shunsui got all the attention, while Ukitake got nothing (no worries, I don't hate Shunsui or anything, I just find it a little unfair. I still like Shunsui well enough). Even though he is one of only two dual-wielding Shinigami (at least until Ichigo came along with is dual wield). Doesn't that make one curious as what his Bankai would be? And no, the Beyond Bankai form of his in Bleach Brave Souls is NOT his Bankai. As cool as that form is.

At any rate, until the TYBW anime is over, I will keep hoping that we might get to see one or both of these there. Or maybe that the official illustrations I mentioned above might pop up one day.

AIZEN

I mean, come on - do I need really to explain? XD The handful of people who do not want to see it raise their hands now. Is quicker to count than those who want. XD

MATSUMOTO

Hm, her Zanpakuto is based on a cat and on ash? What would Kubo have cooked up for her if he gave her a Bankai? Especially in regards to design. Also, fun fact for those who might not yet now: In the data book, there was once a mistranslation, where it stood that Rangiku had achieved Bankai by the TYBW, when in fact she never had. Kubo himself was puzzled on how that mistake got in there.

KAIEN

His Shikai, which we got to see thanks to Aaroniero, is already interesting. I bet his Bankai would have been a really cool, water based one. Wait, do we even have any water based Bankai? We have fire, ice, lightning, poison... but no water??? Makes me want to see Kaien's Bankai even more.

HINAMORI

I don't know why, but I would really like to see the Bankai for her. I mean, it would be interesting to see a more gentle girl like her wielding a fire Bankai, wouldn't it? Once again, it is mainly the design aspect I am interested in here.

YUMICHIKA

Well, my interest in his Bankai grew after the reveal that the Shikai of his Zanpakuto he used for the longest time wasn't even the real Shikai. And for some reason, I have the image I have in my head when thinking of Yumichika's Bankai is either peacock or bird of paradise. XD

ISANE

This one's coming right out of the left field, huh? n.n Any of you expected to find her here? Well, I just thought it would be nice to see a second healing Bankai. And Isane is an okay character, not the best, but certainly not bad either. So why not wanting to see her Bankai? Especially since Unohana's Bankai is the only one not purely for combat. So yeah, would be nice to have a second one.

KAZUI AND ICHIKA

And lastly, of course, the new generation. Come on, considering who their parents are - wouldn't you love to see their Bankai too? Oh, uhm... maybe I broke my own rule a little here. I mean, we see nothing of their Zanpakutos yet; we know they have them, but we haven't seen their powers in action yet. Hm, wait... they're still extremely young tho. I think it's okay to have them on here while leaving Yoruichi out. After all, Kazui and Ichika NOT using their Zanpakuto like Yoruichi is highly unlikely. But who knows, if the Hell Arc continues, maybe we'll see some of it. And I rest my case, I'd love to see their Bankai. After seeing the rest of their powers first. ;) Is Ichika's Zanpakuto maybe ice based, like her mother's? Or is it something completely different from either her parents? Maybe not even based on an element, like Renji's isn't either? Does Kazui continue the trend of -getsu after Engetsu and Zangetsu? And after seeing Isshin's and Ichigo's Zanpakutos, what powers will his have?

[v-hope]

Felicitous Company

Pairing: Trainee!Hoseok x Trainee!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, kinda Rivals to Lovers AU

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Hoseok is chosen to debut as part of a boy group and faces loneliness when his fellow trainees are overtaken by envy, or the one where the person he least expects ends up being the only one who’s there for him on his birthday.

A/N: Did you really think I wasn’t posting anything for our precious sunshine’s b-day? Basically it's still his birthday in my time zone so yeh. Tumblr's being a lil shit again though, I'll post the actual gif once it gets fixed.

Gif taken from @rislainecobain (weheartit).

Hoseok’s heavy breathing was everything that would be heard if it weren’t for the music loudly resounding through the dance studio; just like it had been doing for the past week, as dancing his heart out was his way of coping with both frustration and hurt. Tiny drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and neck, making his skin glow and his hoodie stick to it in a way so mundane to him yet so attractive to any hormonal teenager watching. This time, that place being taken by you.

It was only when the song blasting through the speakers came to an end, that he came out of his own little world. Stopping his sharp movements that so perfectly fitted the beat, his eyes finally diverged from his figure on the mirror to another one right behind him; having to squint his eyes to get a better look at who had apparently been staring at him for a while, admiring him from afar.

When he noticed it was you, he turned around to face you with what you wouldn’t call the most welcoming of expressions. Not like you weren’t expecting it anyway.

He was not about to be the one who broke the tense silence filling the room; instead raising one of his eyebrows and crossing his arms over his chest for you to explain yourself. At that you had no choice but to speak up – taking a deep breath to ask him if you could come in. Much to your and his frustration, just as your mouth started moving, the song he had on repeat mode started playing again, completely muting your words.

Hoseok let out a visible sigh, walking towards his phone to turn the music off.

“You said?” his voice came out hoarse, only confirming the lack of human interaction he had had lately.

“May I come in?” you spoke quietly, “I have something for you” you added after seeing his unsure eyes.

“I’m really not in the mood for this right now”.

“Please” you tried, “I promise you this will make you feel better”.

Or at least you hoped so.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he nodded reluctantly.

“You have to close your eyes though…”

Now, that was an idea he did not like at all. “Y/N…”

“Hoseok” you looked at him with pleading eyes. “I know we’re not precisely friends, but trust me just this one time?”

Trust. Nowadays that seemed a little too much to ask of him. Anyway, was there really anything else for him to lose?

That was the only reason he did as you asked, not without before giving you a pretty visible roll of eyes for you to know just how much he was not enjoying this.

He took a deep breath after feeling your body coming closer to his at a painfully slow pace – brows slightly knitting together at a sudden hot breeze hitting his face once he felt you reach his side after what felt like forever.

“Open” he heard your voice louder this time given the lack of space between you.

And when he did open his eyes, he hopelessly did all in his hands not to tear up at the sight of you holding up a cake with the exact number of candles equivalent to the age he was turning that day.

“Happy birthday” you cooed; both your voice and smile so sweet he felt a tug at his heart.

You remembered. You. The one person he would’ve thought couldn’t care any less about him, turned out to be the only one there for him in the end.

“If this…” he cleared his throat, taking his eyes away from the cake and into yours, “if this is some kind of joke…”

You huffed. “Yes, because I would really use all my money for the week on a delicious cake just to prank you. I despise you that much” you glared at him, watching him poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he amusingly shook his head. “I don’t know why you think I hate you, honestly. It’s kind of the other way around”.

“I don’t hate you either” he denied immediately. “You just awake in me this weird need to fight you”.

You smiled shyly, lowering your gaze and biting your lip not to let it show. So it was mutual. “Well, will you blow the candles before they melt down and ruin your cake then or…”

“Aw, you won’t sing for me?” he stuck his lower lip out, forming a cute pout that had you shaking your head in disbelief in a second.

“I mean, you must know by now my voice is breathtaking” he scoffed at your overconfidence, “but it’d be a little awkward for me to sing the birthday song all alone, wouldn’t it?”

Hoseok nodded. It would indeed, which is why he agreed with you before he finally blew out the candles – allowing himself to let his guard down and throwing his head back as a laugh escaped his throat after hearing you celebrate.

“Thank you” he mumbled sincerely, “I mean it”.

“You’re welcome” your stare lingered. “I just wanted you to have a happy birthday… or just be able to make it a little less miserable…”

Well, you had succeeded.

Shutting down the rational part of his brain that told him to keep his distance from you, he did quite the opposite. Being careful enough not to stain his hoodie with the whipped cream covering the cake, he cupped your face with his hands, later pressing a tender kiss to your forehead; because words could never describe how thankful he was for you right then.

“Let’s eat!” he chanted, eager to break the eye contact the two of you had seemed troubled to end after his loving action.

You didn’t protest, au contraire, feeling your heart being able to calm down as you followed him to the other side of the room, where a few round tables were placed.

Taking your bag off your back, you placed it on the table you had sat on to take out the rest of the stuff you had brought. Hoseok was quick to grab the knife from your hands, mumbling a small ‘I’ll do it’ before he cut two slices, later carefully placing them on the carton plates you were offering him.

“Oh my God” he let out after he examined the cake closer, “is this…” he gave you a quick glance, shoving a piece of it into his mouth after you motioned for him to try it. A giggle escaped your mouth at the sight of his eyes lightning up. “How’d you know it’s my favourite?” he wondered in amazement, stuffing his mouth with more of the sweet deliciousness you had gifted him.

“You want the touching answer or the honest one?” you took a bite of the cake as well.

“It’s my birthday” he reminded you, “make me feel even more special with the touching one”.

“Okay” you laughed, “I heard you say it once during practice and I remembered”.

Hoseok’s hand clutched at his chest – eyes exaggeratedly shutting closed to show you how much your beautiful words had apparently affected him. “Okay, now tell me the truth” his mouth was once again full of cake.

“It’s my favourite” you smirked.

He cocked one of his eyebrows, trying to suppress a smile of his own. “The more you know…”

The more you seemed to have in common.

“I know, right?” you agreed, taking two bottles of water out of your bag and handing one to him.

“How’d you know water’s my favourite liquid flavour, too?!” he joked, letting his jaw fall in feigned shock as he took the bottle from you.

“What can I say, I’m just that great” you played along – a cocky smirk showing on your lips.

Although you said it as a joke, right then, you were actually that great to him. Which is why he was the one staring this time, not being able to take his eyes away from you. You hadn’t noticed at first, for you were too occupied eating your cake; it was only when you realised the room was oddly silent that you directed your eyes to Hoseok.

And, you see, you had never quite had his attention on you like that, which is why you panicked – instantly searching for something else to say.

“Do you know who your group members are?”

That had seemed to snap him out of his admiration for you; blinking rapidly before he shook his head. “No” he played with what was left on his plate, he liked to believe he wouldn’t be alone if his members already knew him, “so far I know our leader is called… Namjoon? I think?”

“Kim Namjoon-ah?!” you asked excitedly, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah! That’s his name!” he pointed at you with his fork. “You know him?”

You nodded effusively. “We went to highschool together” his eyes opened wider in astonishment. “He’s great. A bit clumsy, but I can tell he’ll be a great leader. With someone like him, I can assure you you’ll never feel alone again”.

His lips curved up wholeheartedly, finding comfort in that thought you had just put in his head. However, that didn’t last much, for his eyes out of habit travelled down to where his phone was placed facing up on the table. Only that took for his previous smile to turn into a serious semblance.

Only that took for you to understand just how much all of this was taking a toll on him.

“They’ll come around eventually” you reassured him, drawing his attention back to you. “They’re just jealous… but they’ll get over it at some point”.

Hoseok sighed, turning his phone down this time, not wanting to even look at it anymore; it did nothing but remind him how lonely he was, and all because of the chance he got to achieve his dream.

“I just think that… maybe they’re right, you know?” his eyes fixed on yours. “They all think I don’t deserve this… honestly, all I can do is dance, and apparently the company wants to position me as a rapper, too… there are so many other trainees who have dedicated their lives to rapping, and this opportunity was for some reason given to me an–”

“Hobi” you cut him off, reaching your hand over the table to hold his, “if there’s anyone who deserves this, it’s you”.

He shook his head. “No, I–”

“You do” you reassured him once again. “Don’t let some envyous people take this away from you” you furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, “you’ve worked just as hard as them and you’re hands down the best dancer here… out of the guys, at least” you knew your cocky addition had been successful the second a small laugh abandoned his lips. “If they want you to rap as well, then so be it. The company has smart, qualified people working for them; if they think you can rap is because they see something in you. Enjoy this, okay?” you squeezed his hand. “Focus on your debut and shut all their mouths by proving them wrong”.

He let out a shaky breath, having to gaze quickly to the side to regain his composure. “You–” he got caught in his own words, shaking his head in both bliss and disbelief.

“What?” you wondered.

“I can't… I just can’t believe out of all the people here you’re the one spending my birthday with me and making me feel better about all of this”.

“Is it… bad?” your voice came out weakly this time, afraid of the answer being positive.

Instead, what you got were his fingers interlocking with yours as he bit his lip, shaking his head one more time. “It’s perfect” he confessed, making your heart skip a beat. “I don’t think I need anyone else by my side”.

“Make sure to remember that after you’re an idol and have everyone going crazy about you” you sheepishly said, already feeling the heat reach your cheeks.

“Come on” he squinted his eyes, “by the time we debut, you’ll already be part of a group and preparing your own debut”.

You snorted. “Yeah, sure”.

“Y/N” his piercing stare let you know how serious he was, “I can assure you you’ll be so, so successful one day”.

Any other time, you would’ve believed with everything in you that he was not being genuine; sarcastic even. But right then, with his hand holding yours and his eyes staring so deeply into yours, you could do nothing but believe him.

And you did well by doing so, for he had never been any more serious in his life.

“Look at us” you tried to light up the mood, letting out a brittle laugh, “being all nice to each other”.

“I honestly would’ve never thought this was possible” he joined in your laughter. “We should commemorate this day in the future, once we’re both rich and stuff” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Considering it’s your birthday, I’m pretty sure you’ll be doing much more interesting things this same date in the future” you teased him.

“Just follow my lead for a change, will you?” you couldn’t help but cackle at his bitter words, reminding you how you were always the one not doing as he said during dance practices. “Let’s dream for a moment”.

“Okay, okay” you lifted your arms in defeat. “We could go to this really fancy café downtown I’ve always wanted to visit”.

“A café? That’s really all you’ve got?” his face showed disappointment. “Dream bigger, woman!”

Rolling your eyes, you rested your chin on your hand as you were deep in though. “Japan!” you shouted after a few seconds. “We’ll probably travel to Japan a lot, we could do something together there”.

Hoseok huffed, at this point not even impressed anymore. “Not surprised that’s as far as you can dream”.

“Hey! What do you have against Japan?”

“Nothing” he replied calmly, “I’ve actually always dreamed of marrying someone from there”.

You chuckled at that, totally relating to him and his weird dreams. “And I’ve always dreamed of marrying some sophisticated European” you confessed.

“Europe!” he jumped up. “Let’s do that! I’ll help you find your fancy European once we’re there”.

“And then we’ll go to Japan to find your girl!” you joined in his excitement.

“It’s settled then” he nodded his head. “In a few more years, we’ll go spouse hunting to commemorate this beautiful day”.

“The day we decided we didn’t want to kill each other that bad” you hummed, receiving an amused laugh from him.

Looking around the table, Hoseok took the bottle of water you had offered him before in his hand – focusing his stare back on you as he raised it. Catching on what was happening, you followed his actions.

“First of all, I’d like to thank you again for doing this for me. You didn’t have to, especially considering our constant bickering… but you still did and…” he took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts, “you’re the best”.

There it was again, your heart pounding loudly against your chest and the heat reaching your face. “No one deserves to be alone on their birthday” you stated, “especially someone who’s done nothing wrong but wanting to live his dream”.

You could’ve sworn right then you had never seen him smile so brightly – the sparkle in his eyes adding even more innocence to the current look on him. And you just knew you wanted to see him like that more often.

Hoseok raised the bottle closer to you. “To living our dreams?” he said in more of a questioning tone, awaiting for your confirmation.

Nodding your head enthusiastically, you somehow managed to make his smile grow even wider. So, mirroring his current expression, you guided your bottle up to touch his to finish the toast.

“Here’s to living our dreams”.