#I'm very proud of myself for using no references at all for this one

[marzennya]

The Northern Consort used to be a spy, don't you know? A good one, too...only the heavens know how far that particular web goes, but it benefits the Emperor's reign, and the Empress is found of him, so who are we to judge, eh?

[+200 Better Lore points!]

Empress Shen is finally here, my God! How difficult was this particular beast, eh? It took me, like, five or six redesigns! The balance between feminine and masculine really kicked my ass here...I think I did pretty well, if you take in account everything. I'm proud of myself, so all of you must be nice to me.

The drama is set during the warring states period, my inspiration was mostly from how they costumed the Queen of Zhao, the dowager Queen of Qin and Haolan when she finally becomes the Queen of Qin. They are all gorgeously dressed, I recommend watching it PURELY for the costuming and also the scheming women.

The design was immensely inspired by the Chinese drama The Legend of Haolan. The main character just has this impeccable Shen Qingqiu face-card, every time I see her I just think 'Yes, Shen Qingqiu, for sure.' Here's her, for reference:

For Shang Qinghua, things were so much easier, though; I watched some episodes of Story of Yanxi Palace and was struck by inspiration™. He was so easy to draw! It's all very Qing dynasty inspired, it just fits him, I think.

It took me so very long to draw the jewellery and the embroidery in both of them...I admire the people who actually do metal and needlework. Heroes, all of them.

The pearl makeup is one of my favourite ancient Chinese makeup trends; I just had to put it in. It's a very fancy form of Huadian, which is where you draw forms, mostly flowers and other pretty things on your face using paints, powders, pearls, gems and glued flowers, and it was popular from the Tang dynasty onwards. The ICONIC pearl Huadian was popularized in the Song dynasty because it (shockingly) represented modesty and elegance.

Shen Qingqiu's greenest ornaments are made out of imperial jade, which is characterized by this vibrant emerald green colour and great translucency. It's also the most expensive type of jade ever.

The! Nail! Guards! Make! A! Comeback!

Shang Qinghua's ornaments are, in the other hand, made out of pearls - for elegance, wisdom, and wealth, and blue jade, for serenity, peace of mind and self-reflection. Mobei-jun buys all of his husband's jewellery with intention, for sure.

They're such big gossips omg, nobody is safe.

[annadiplosis]

A few months ago I posted a couple photos of my index cards, saying I still didn’t know how and where I’d keep them, and I’ve since developed an Archiving System that combines the cards with a digital spreadsheet and has taken more hours than I will ever admit.

So, since I don’t have a “notebook system” to speak of, I'd like to share the way I archive my journals / sketchbooks / whatever you wanna call them, because I’m very proud of it, and who knows, someone might find it helpful :)

WHY I NEED AN ARCHIVING SYSTEM

The reason I don’t have a notebook system is because I use my books for absolutely everything, from sketches to grocery lists and journaling. It is crucial to me to not have any restrictions or expectations when it comes to my books, and that’s how I’ve managed to fill 43 of them over the years.

But of course, when you’ve been using notebooks without a system for most of your life and you want to read a specific entry, you can easily spend a full hour flipping through a sea of paper until you stumble upon those notes on the Bubonic Plague you took in 2011 or whatever you were trying to find.

SO HERE’S WHAT I DO

When I finish a notebook, I try to determine what its most important contents are: stuff I might want to reference in the future (project ideas, meeting notes) or is very characteristic of a period in my life (friends' drawings, travel logs). Every single page contributes to making the notebook what it is and gives it a unique personality, but not all of them are gonna be keepers, and that's fine (I'd even say fundamental, at least in my case).

These are the extremely generic categories I sort my Chosen Entries into. It's similar to the dot system so many people use, just applied retroactively:

🟣 Study notes 🔵 Work 🟢 Personal 🟡 Projects 🔴 Misc

And here's where the real archiving begins. This info goes into:

1. THE INDEX CARDS

(I always write them in Catalan; this one's a mockup and most of these are not real entries)

A little piece of cardboard with the notebook number, its start and end dates, and most important contents. I keep each index card inside its corresponding notebook, either in its own backpocket or an adhesive one I stick there myself.

This way, whenever I want to take a quick look through the book, I get a general idea of its contents at first glance. Sometimes, just holding it in my hand and reading the index card brings me back to the time when I was keeping it, and that time-travel feeling gives me a rush like no other. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm crazy about my notebooks.

2. THE SPREADSHEET

Same as before, just a couple more pieces of info (number of months, physical description) added to a file with the rest of my notebooks' data. Again, these are not real entries for privacy and language reasons, but they're very similar to the kind of stuff I do keep. The spreadsheet helps me find specific entries with a simple ctrl+f, and it's also a bird's-eye view of my progress through the years as a notebook keeper. I can see when my interests shift, how long some of my most important projects took to come to fruition, and even similar types of entries that repeat every few years which I wasn't even aware of before putting it all together. Absolutely fascinating stuff.

I hope this was useful, or interesting at the very least! If you’re a notebook keeper trying to find their own archiving system, my main advice would be to start early so you don’t have to deal with almost two decades of material like I did :’)

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.

Good luck 🖤

[rei-ismyname]

Teen Cyclops gets hit with EMOTIONS 🫠😭🤩🥹😬🥴

AKA I get emotions too, linking and contrasting theory + my disability experience with Scott's.

Yung Cyke is loving his time away from the X-Men and the freedom it allows him to *loosen up.* Lacking context, The Champions view him as repressed and phlegmatic in the extreme. They're right, but he's not an old man - he's just a kid who went from constant trauma to a life of intense responsibility. I think Seinfeld is cringe, but I'm aware that many many people enjoyed it. Scott liking it is more a sign of his time displacement than anything else, though I do wonder if he identifies with any of the characters. Hints of Costanza, most likely. Not sure any are a great fit - what do you think? Newman?

Anyway, my point is that he is benefiting from his newly expanded social circle but The Champions are not Danger Room kids. They don't know that this IS Slim getting out of his comfort zone. A fake moustache isn't the most complicated costume, but you'd never see 'leader of the X-Men' Scott do it. He probably wouldn't even join them, assuming Chuck let them out for Halloween. Kamala and Miles want to see get inside that brain - let's see how they respond when they get their wish.

The catalyst is this jerkoff - Psycho Man. He's a long story, let's just simplify it by saying that he has a machine that fucks with people's emotions. He's using it nefariously until Scott blasts it to pieces and demands his surrender. He flees instead, but Scott has been affected by it and opens his Pandora's Box of repression.

The Champions know something is off when Scott abandons his indoor voice and starts ... acting up. When he smashed the machine some feedback hit him right in the pineal gland or hippocampus, unlocking his emotions on a primal level. Anger and adrenaline flood through him and everyone realises they're in for some X-Men shit. Well, they don't know that at all actually, but the vibe of a dam about to burst is clear and present.

Peppy would be proud.

They still let him fly the team vehicle, perhaps unwisely. Scott really enjoys the freedom of flying - 'no responsibility, no one complaining or making you feel bad.' I wonder what he's referring to with those awfully specific things. No time to worry about that because Scott leans into it and does a barrel roll, scaring TF out of everyone.

They wisely get him off the stick and Kamala brushes it off as 'goofing.' That really sets him off into a shame spiral, though I don't think they truly internalise that this bit is not exactly exaggerated. 'I'm not allowed to screw up. I can't make a single mistake ever! I can't ever let anybody down. If I do then what good am I?'

None of these people know Charles Xavier very well, but if they did they'd probably slap him. I feel like this is the moment when they connected young Slim to the guy that killed Xavier while possessed by the Phoenix. The fact that he's a nosy telepath who raised Scott exacerbates the Fridge Horror. The unhealthy mantras and the beliefs informing them had to come from somewhere, and Scott himself learning about that 'loss of control' didn't have the same shock as the rest of the O5. My reading is that he was offended and embarrassed by the idea he'd lose control - like it's a failure of character.

After seemingly getting a hold of himself and being quiet for a while, Scott openly expresses fear. The team is confused so he elaborates. He's scared of himself, scared of his eyes, scared of losing control. He's scared of killing anyone let alone his father figure. Pathologically terrified, even, and it occupies his every waking moment. He doubts their friendship while lamenting how people see him, without denying his hypervigilance and how it isolates him.

Scott wants to be social and carefree but he doesn't feel like he's allowed to. I can relate. My disability doesn't have the power to hurt people (except myself through inaction or accident) but it's isolating AF and requires hypervigilance every moment I'm awake. People, even close friends and family, don't take it seriously and that sucks. Blame and pressure exacerbate the difficulty of managing my functionality, and round and round it goes. 'What's stopping you?' is a familiar refrain, no matter how many times I explain it. It's exhausting.

Isolation is one aspect of the disability experience - it informs and intersects with exclusion, often passively. There's rarely anyone directly saying 'you can't do this thing;' it's often the way the world, society is constructed - for the able bodied. Nothing fits, or allows you to fit. I know I grieve my former degree of functionality and the things I simply can't participate in. I became disabled at 28, and I'm sure there's nuance for folks born with disabilities or that get worse over time - but I can't speak to that lived experience. No matter what though, as Scott says, 'it just takes.' His 'unable to cry' statement is one I don't recall hearing before this run, but it casts Scott's decades of emotional clodes-offness in a new light. It's a strong character beat that fits seamlessly with his established behaviour and publication history. I usually don't get so personal in my analysis but woof - this hit me HARD. The combination of resentment and hypervigilance over my body and how it is perceived is particularly close to home. So too is sharing with sympathetic friends - they get it, but they also don't.

Round two with Captain Fucko happens while Scott is still affected, and he dips the fuck out. The action is truncated by Tumblr's image limits but his love and protectiveness kicks into overdrive and manifests violently - nearly killing Psycho-Man. Kamala has to step in with the disability aid assist, though it's nice nobody judges him. After letting out all the emotions and optic blasts he has Scott is tapped and falls unconscious.

Even this act of vulnerability, putting himself in other people's hands, is fraught. I'd find that difficult without a checklist of invisible needs to consider, and that's a lot of labour to expect from someone else. Emotional AND physical. That in turn breeds guilt and resentment, as nobody can be a carer forever and negotiating any period of carer/caree relationship is incredibly challenging. The power dynamics and your needs as labor can poison the closest relationship. Nobody wants to be dependent, or even a burden, but needs are needs. Many go without.

It's a little ambiguous if Scott remembers the events of the day, but it's heavily implied he does. He's not embarrassed, per se, but The Champions didn't opt in to Scott Summers trauma dumping and giving them an out is gracious. It's his feelings and they're valid, but they were forced out of him by an attack.

I daresay the team understands what makes Scott tick a lot better, and nobody gives him shit for being uptight after this. The above panel is supplemental, but I think it fits perfectly. I believe it was an overall cathartic experience for Yung Cyke - it feels good to let out every now and then.

The flipside of never talking about it again is that it really is easier to just not engage with disability whether they're close to you or not. It's labour however you slice it and in my experience the reality of permanent disability is depressing to think about. The reality that you're not going to get better is outside context for most, fortunately. That's part of what makes it labour, work. Personally I have found it hard to not be resentful, frustrated, and jealous of having the privilege of not thinking about it. I work to not make it other people's problem, balancing that with the support that's offered.

The majority of my close friends these days are disabled themselves, and navigating that paradigm with two or more people is exponentially more difficult. Some days I don't have the energy to give and vice versa, so I definitely get it. Putting it into action is another story, but balancing needs and availability is part of any relationship. The well-meaning group conspiracy of silence in the last panel (probably) isn't realistic, but it can certainly feel like it. If you got this far, thanks for reading! This is not the post I set out to make, but sometimes it just flows out of you. I'm glad it did, as I need to apply a disability theory lens to my writing more often. The theory and the personal would ideally be further apart, but I needed to get this out. ❤️

[parsleepotato]

Two Mercs Dancing: Encore (2023) The piece above was a redraw of the piece below, which was my first CSP art piece (2 year gap between the two), back when I hardly knew how to use CSP, and my art style was much rougher. I've come a long way, and I'm so proud of myself! It's currently my best and favorite Sniper x Spy work I've made so far! 💙❤️

Two Mercs Dancing (2021) The reference I used is from my favorite Queer photographer, Robert Mapplethorpe! I studied his work a lot in college, and honestly, if any of you haven't seen his work, I recommend y'all check it out! (But be weary! Some of his work is VERY 18+)

Two Men Dancing (1984), by Robert Mapplethorpe

I love cross-faction TF2 ships, especially RED Sniper x BLU Spy. Two mercs hired to kill each other, but catch feelings for their enemy, then subsequently having to keep their love a secret. I love them either overcoming or succumbing to the challenges of loving their enemy, leading to either one or both of them being put in danger, or them fighting and/or running away to stay together, etc... These two have such an engaging and varied dynamic in my opinion. So much fanfic and fanart brings unique perspectives and ideas to the ship! Enemies to lovers is my absolute fav, and this is definitely one of my favorite ships!

Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated! Please don't steal my work, or repost it without my permission. I hope you all have a wonderful day!

[kristallioness]

…Cause I don't wanna lose you now. I'm lookin' right at the other half of me. The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold. 💚 Show me how to fight for now and I'll tell you, baby, it was easy comin' back here to you once I figured it out. You were right here all along. It's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me. 🪞 I couldn't get any bigger with anyone else beside of me…

Tfw you have the power to illustrate your own fanfics (cause no one else will *lol*). (Thanks for pointing it out in one of your old tags, @kataracy! I never thought about it as a strength before from this POV and, whenever I'm feeling down, I come back to that reblog of yours just to read it again.)

Jokes aside, there's a bit of a story behind this post. Namely, I went to the first ever Justin Timberlake concert in Tallinn this Monday. I'd come down with a sore throat at the weekend and was pondering whether to go or not since we knew it'd be raining the whole day. 🌧️ I was prepared to dress up warmly, pull my rain poncho on and so, ultimately, as I felt better in the evening I decided to go. I'm so glad I did because now I know I would've regretted missing it.

And of course the show started with "Mirrors", which was one of the biggest hits back in 2013. I've been feeling so nostalgic ever since because I listened to this song AT LEAST once every day while I was working on this old "masterpiece" of mine (it was one of my best works back then). I associate that time - that particular summer break - in my life with this song.

A day or two later back home, I decided to reread my old fanfic titled "Rainy day" (which the drawing was based on). I remembered it being really awkward and I thought I'd feel embarrassed going back to it, but like.. *clutches chest*.. I didn't remember it being so sweet.. and intimate, and well-written. So I wanted to pour my feels out into new illustrations of this story, including a redraw of the original piece from a slightly different angle. 🥰

It's been a dozen years and I can't get over how proud I am of myself - zero references used, huge progress made (especially with the anatomy). Finished after drawing for 24 hours straight. *lmao* It looks like it turned out to be drawing practice with Aang (I just love seeing him in those ceremonial air nomad robes). And Momo? Well… Momo's always important.

I'll also post them below one by one, so you could see them up close (along with the corresponding excerpts from my fic):

…"I had better land before I get hit with lightning," he pondered to himself before changing his course down to the street. In a couple of seconds he was safely on land again. Luckily he wasn't too far from his house so it was no trouble walking the rest of the way. While walking in the Upper Ring, the Avatar noticed how some blue jays flew past him and the ones sitting on tree branches took off the same way. Pretty soon he could feel raindrops on his bald head. Seconds later, a heavy downpour fell upon him and the city. Using his cleverness and remembering what another master waterbender had once done, Aang waterbended a round shield of water above his head to keep himself from getting wet. He cheerfully continued his walk back home, the angry looks of fellow passers-by, who didn't have umbrellas, almost making him want to laugh…

…Aang opened the front door, stepped into a very dark living room and closed the door behind him. He put his glider next to the front door, took off his shoes and put on a pair of warm yellow woollen socks that Katara had knit for him last winter. He immediately spotted Momo sleeping on one of the lime green pillows around the table which was located in the center of the room…

…"Katara, is that you?" he asked worriedly. "Yeah." "Well, where are you?" "I'm right here, on the couch." Aang started walking towards the lounge, the part of the living room higher from the main floor. To his relief, he could see Katara's brown locks resting on the dark green pillows of the couch. She had pulled a blanket of the same colour almost all over her face. "Katara, are you okay?" Aang carefully asked when kneeling beside the couch in front of her. He lifted the blanket from her face only to have a slight shock. "Oh no! You look terrible!" "I know." "When did you get sick?" "Right after you left home this morning. I started feeling really weak, hot and cold at the same time. Soon my nose became stuffy and my eyes began watering." Aang put his right hand on her forehead. "You're burning up! Hold on, I'll fetch the thermometer. I'll make some tea and get some water for you to drink."…

…"Since when are you afraid of lightning?" Katara lifted her head to look up at Aang. "Since the time you got shot with it." There was a long pause in between. Aang didn't know what to say, so Katara opened her mouth first. "I believe it's time I admit something. I've been having nightmares. Nightmares about that time when we were fighting Zuko and Azula in the Crystal Catacombs of Old Ba Sing Se. I keep seeing the moment when she shot you with lightning, you falling. I always catch you and bring you out of there, but each time we escape on Appa, everything doesn't end the way it actually did. I have never been able to revive you." At this point her eyes began to tear up. "I would use the water from the Spirit Oasis to heal you, but it never has any effect. Before I manage to try anything else, I always wake up. I feel so useless!.." her voice was cracking, she was starting to cry out loud. "Shh-shh!" Aang stroked her head, hushing her sobs with his robes. "But you did revive me. I wouldn't be sitting on this couch if it weren't for you. You saved me."…

…Katara enjoyed this. His constant stroking made her feel like nobody could sneak up from behind nor attack her. She adored the idea that he was listening to her heart beating because she considered it to be a way of telling how much she loves him. The waterbender liked that the airbender would let her lean on him as a sign of trust. Not to mention that she was still a bit turned on by his touch near her breasts. She was beginning to sweat and Aang noticed that. It was definite proof that her fever had fallen…

Twitter | my art / sketches

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 144 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans (Use Adblocker): Kono Oto Tomare - 144 RAWs

Page 1

Side text: The announcement is reaching its climax.....

Judge Akagi: In 4th place

Judge Akagi: Osaka Prefecture, Chibana Girls' High School

Page 2

Judge Kurokawa: Chibana's song was also really wonderful.

Judge Kurokawa: For High School students to be able to convey such depth and nuance...

Judge Kurokawa: Has to be the result of endless research of trial and error.

Page 3

Judge Nanba: It was truly charming, and the sound of the koto was beautiful as well

Judge Nanba: I was deeply moved by the scenes that came to mind as I listened...

Judge Nanba: It was a performance truly deserving to be in the top 4.

Tomoe [thoughts]: 4th place....

Tomoe [thoughts]: Deep down, I probably knew

Tomoe [thoughts]: After hearing the other school's performances, that we would not be first.

Page 4

Tomoe: Even so----

Tomoe's friend: Don't look down!

Tomoe's friend: There's nothing shameful about this position! We were chosen among the four best in the Nation!

Tomoe's friend: Stand tall and proud!

Page 5

Tomoe: ----I know...!

Tomoe [thoughts]: We did everything we could, and gave that performance our all...

Tomoe [thoughts]: And still....

Page 6

Tomoe [thoughts]: It was unreachable to us.

Judge Tatsumi: ---Well then.

Judge Tatsumi: Shall we now determine the ranking among the three schools tied at the top?

Page 7

Judge Tatsumi: First off, Meiryou

Judge Tatsumi: You certainly cannot call it anything but "Perfect". A performance calculated to the last detail... It was simply brilliant.

Judge Iwagaki: Even the way they played with pace was perfect

Judge Iwagaki: Even while playing flawlessly in sync, they kept showing new variations one after another. It was truly exciting!

Judge Nanba: That's not something just anyone can achieve.

Page 8

Judge Nanba: The ability to calmly judge one's own strengths, and amplify them to appeal to an audience

Judge Nanba: I could clearly see the extraordinary effort put behind their performance.

Judge Nanba: ....Then we have

Judge Nanba: Ichiei.

Page 9

Judge Kurokawa: The moment they finished, I thought that the winner of this competition was already decided

Judge Iwagaki: Me too.

Judge Nanba: Probably everyone in the venue was thinking the same thing.

Judge Tatsumi: They were truly worthy of being called champions

Judge Tatsumi: The amount of information contained within the sound, and their technical expressiveness was overwhelming... Not to mention the high level of individual skill, their teamwork was also outstanding.

Page 10

Judge Agata: At the root of their success, is the student's high level of awareness and tireless self-improvement efforts.

Judge Agata: When I think these young will become professionals and elevate the world of Japanese traditional music, I can't help to be excited.

Judge Agata: And finally, the last school---...

Page 11

Judge Tatsumi: ...To tell you the truth, I

Judge Tatsumi: was having really awful thoughts before their performance.

Judge Tatsumi: Things like "Considering the public's perception is a pain, so it would be it would be easier if their performance was mediocre"

Judge Iwagaki: !

Judge Tatsumi: I'm sorry, that was truly terrible of me, wasn't it?

Judge Tatsumi: But when I actually heard their performance, it made me ashamed I even had those thoughts.

Page 12

Judge Agata: In 3rd place

Page 13

Ousuke: ---Please

Ousuke: Please, I'm begging you

Ousuke: I'm begging you, don't call our name yet.

Ousuke: Please.

Page 14

Judge Agata: Tokyo Prefecture

Judge Agata: Meiryou High School

Page 15

Asano [flashback]: Thank you, Ousuke

Asano [flashback]: Truthfully, ever since I became the president

Asano: I've been wracking my brain about how we can win against Ichiei.

Asano: "How can we be number one this time?" has constantly been on my mind

Asano [flashback]: Which is why, when you paved the way for us, I was relieved!

Asano [thoughts]: It's all thanks to you!

Page 16

*No text*

Page 17

Judge Agata: In second place

Page 18 & 19

*No text*

Page 20

Judge Agata: Nagano Prefecture

Page 21

Judge Agata: Ichiei High School

Page 22

Isaki: ---Eh...? Eh?

Page 23

Paper: Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology Award 1st Place

Page 24

Judge Tatsumi: Can't be... All in favor?

Judge Tatsumi: Honestly, I was prepared for us to content on today's results.

Judge Kurokawa: With a performance like that, there is no need for it.

Judge Kurokawa: This very morning I thought that they would be out of the discussion, but they completely overturned my expectations.

Page 25

Judge Kurokawa: How sincerely they faced their music, how deeply they cared for each other, and how much they built together...

Judge Kurokawa: It came through so vividly.... As if we had been living those moments alongside them... I was left speechless.

Judge Iwagaki: When all their sounds came together, I started shaking. Before I knew it, tears were pouring out.

Judge Nanba: Me too. I forgot I was a judge, I just kept thinking, "I want to keep listening", "I don’t want it to end"

Page 26

Judge Agata: Their music was their language, a direct expression of their hearts.

Judge Agata: The piece was of the highest difficulty, and yet they completely made it their own and performed it with exceptional skill.

Judge Agata: A supreme harmony

Judge Agata: And above all, the power to transform us judges

Judge Agata: Into mere listeners.

Page 27

Judge Agata: Without a shadow of a doubt ---

Judge Agata: Winner of the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology Award, and 1st Place

Page 28

Judge Agata: Kanagawa Prefecture

Page 29

Judge Agata: Kanagawa Prefectural Tokise High School!!!

Page 30 & 31

*No text, just me screaming*

Page 32

Isaki: Aaaaah, Brother! Brother!!! They did it!! They did ti!!!

Akira: Se- Sensei...

Suzuka:... Are you serious?

Page 33

Takezou [thoughts]: ...First place

Takezou [Thoughts]: We

Takezou [Thoughts]: Trully are---

Page 34

*No text, just me sobbing*

Page 35

Side text: A moment when words won't come out.

[sareenawails]

ROBIN HOOD HOBIE

YIPPEE OCTOBIE WEEK 3!!

I wanted to make something that looked more realistic and colorful

I'm really proud of myself for this one!

Here's his full outfit

I think I did an ok job at making it feel medieval but I didn't want to lose Hobie's punkness

References

octobie event by @the-kr8tor

banners by @mushroom-graphics-allotment

Robin Hood au

-I voted for medieval theme just cuz I wanted the excuse to draw this lol

-Anyways here’s very bad and lazy plot summary of this hobie au

-English is not my first language so if this is bad please bear with me I'm not a writer for a reason.

-Like the original folklore tale, this is set in medieval England

-Hobie is an outlaw, who with a group of other outlaws called the Merry Band ( originally called merry men but I don't like that soo), steals from the wealthy and gives back to the poor

-He goes by the name Robin Hood to hide his identity( so he’s less easy to track idk)

-Anyways, in this universe Y/N (or an OC whatever you prefer) is part of the royal family or a wealthy noble family.

-They are very sheltered due to the death of loved one (probably their mom or sister)- left their father very emotionally scarred, so he’s very overprotective of them

-for whatever reason, y/n and hobie run in into each other and hobie steals an expensive piece of jewelry from them(necklace, bracelet, brooch, whatever doesn’t really matter)

-This piece of jewelry however holds a lot of emotional value to them because it was given to them by their aforementioned deceased loved one.

-They manage to run into hobie again ( probably because they were trying to track him down and he catches on to what they were doing and decided to confront them) and tries to get their heirloom back

-He tells Y/N that he’ll give them their heirloom back if and only if they become a sort of spy for him. Someone who spends time around nobles and wealthy merchants and can give him insider information ( Who has the most money, whos an easy target, where and when would he be able to find them, etc useful info)

-Y/N is obviously very put off by this offer, after all their whole life they’ve been raised to be a respectable figure in their kingdom. Working with one of the kingdom’s most wanted criminals would be a dangerous, bizzare thing to do; It could get them in serious trouble with the law, bring shame to their family’s name, get them disowned all together.

-The risk is big but their desire to get their heirloom back is even bigger, so reluctantly they agree.

-From them their odd relationship begins. It’s a very enemies to friends to lovers kind of thing (I'm basic I know)

- Y/N sees hobie as a dirty criminal who wants to take advantage of them and would throw them under the bus if the need arises

-Hobie sees them as nothing more than another pompous noble who doesn’t care about anyone but themselves.

-It’s a very “strictly business” relationship due to their refusal to get along with each other.

-The longer they spend working together the more they get to know more about the other's side of the story.

-Hobie learns about how sheltered Y/N is, how they have a double life as commoner and royal, and how much they yearn for a more independent life. He learns that y/n is not as selfish and heartless as he thought they were, they’re just naive about a lot of things.

-Y/N learns about what hobie’s life was like growing up as one of the many unfortunate people in the kingdom. Having to scrounge and steal in order to survive, having to go on days on an empty stomach in order to save what little he had. They learn why he chose to do the things he does and that he and his crew are purposefully painted in bad light as criminals for doing what the rich aren’t willing to do.

-As they get closer they start looking out for each other more

-Y/N helps him cover up his tracks, using their high status to get him out of sticky situations. Sometimes they even help him patch up his wounds.

-In turn, hobie gives them a taste of that freedom they’ve always wanted. Going out and showing them parts of the kingdom they never seen before

Anyways that's all I really have I thought of this at like 2 am so it's not really that good.

If any actual writers feel inspired by this and want to write a better, more well thought out version then be my guest ( plz tag me i'd love to read it!)

HAPPY OCTOBIE EVERYONE!!

[akajustmerry]

Hello! I've just found your podcast and listened into some older episodes. They helped me on my journey of understanding my sexuality, and formulate why some stories appear more sincere than others. Thank you two! In one episode that Aboriginal people are "like black people in Australia" (I hope I quote this correctly). If It's no hassle, I would be curious in understanding the social circumstnaces you are descrbing. Happily waiting for a new episode, and thank you very much for the fun and informative work!

hello there, thank you so much for listening to gayv club! I'm chuffed that you love the podcast (psst follow @gayvclubpodcast) 🥰

So, to answer your question, Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples are the Indigenous people to what the world calls "Australia". And we are Black people. We are Black people and were racialised as Black Indigenous people when British and European people colonised the land over 200 years ago. Aboriginal people were called Black throughout Australias white colonial history and so we also call ourselves Black.

Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples in this country have been subjected to anti-Black violence and genocidal policies that include but aren't limited to slavery, deaths in custody, segregation, and apartheid. Not to mention forced child removal and assimilation policies intended to "breed the Black out" of our culture.

But we're still here! Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples are the oldest continuously practising culture in the world. Recent archaeological discoveries show Aboriginal people were baking bread even before the ancient Egyptians and Greeks. As a community, we've had our own Black power movements, music movements, and art movements too.

I'm generalising a lot because Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples are very diverse. We've got over 400 languages and nations, each with its own cultural rules. While many of us have lost our language and culture because of colonisation, there are many who haven't and many working to restore and preserve it.

One thing I will make very clear is that all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples refer to ourselves as Black (sometimes without the C) regardless of what we look like. There are many Aboriginal people, like myself, who are pale skinned and still call ourselves Black and are accepted as such. This is because we do NOT adhere to blood quantum that colonisers try to put on us. Our connection to Blackness is about our connection to family and community, it is not *only* about how we look.

Hope this helps you understand a bit. I for one am very proud to be Blak. I'm very proud to be Aboriginal. If you want to learn more about Aboriginal culture and history, here's some resources:

[venti-venus]

baby driver - j. m x reader

summary: after a failed study session with dean forester, jess and y/n decide to get a little innocent payback.

𐌕Ꮤ: hating on dean forester, accurate gilmore girls banter and drama, not spellchecked, first jess fic yippie ! ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ ¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

"Mariano," Y/N whined, stumbling into Luke's Diner. She dragged her feet across the floor and dramatically plopped down on one of the bar stools. " I feel like my face is about to fall off and I'm blaming it on you."

Jess rolled his eyes as he wiped down the counter, "Good morning to you too, Y/N. I get the feeling you didn't just come in here to complain."

"And you would be right!" Y/N smirked, "I'm here for the doughnuts. Chocolate, please." She jokingly batted her eyelashes before yawning. "Ugh, get me a coffee too."

"So, why are you up at eight o'clock in the morning," Jess poured her some coffee and handed it to her, along with the doughnuts. "You don't wake up until at least two. Special occasion?"

"Oh yeah, Dean Forester is real special. I'm supposed to meet up with him to go over our English assignment. I doubt he'll actually focus on the work though. I swear he's been so obsessed with Rory it's actually suffocating my last braincell."

Jess laughed at your comment, "You wish that was you or somethin'?"

Y/N threw a crumb of her doughnut at him and gagged, "As if! Dean doesn't even like Bowie, there's no chance him and I are gonna be anything more than friends."

"Very true," Jess smirked, "Any hater of David Bowie should be locked up and studied. I'm glad you're staying away from the freaks of the world, Y/N. Very proud."

"Yeah well, I better get going. Dean said he would pick me up from here and drive us to the lake so we can focus or something." Y/N sighed, "Wish me luck, Mario."

"Hey, do not call me that. Put some respect on a poor kids name, will ya?" He joked, "At least you get to ride around in his car. Pretty nice one if I do say so myself."

"Pretty car, pretty annoying boy." Y/N took her coffee and doughnuts and gave Jess one last smile before she headed out to wait for Dean and his car. Surely he wouldn't be too long..

"H-Hey, Jess," Y/N's shaky voice spoke into her phone, "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the lake and it's raining and Dean left an-"

"I'll be there in 10." Y/N could hear a door slam and a car start on the other side of the line. Jess hung up and Y/n waited as he drove to come get her.

The study session had gone alright, but it was what happened after that which led to Y/N now being stranded. She hid under what little over a close by oak tree had and waited until Jess pulled up.

“Get in.” Jess handed her a towel as Y/N got into his car. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the steering wheel, not saying anything else as he drove off.

“Thank you, Jess.” Y/N sniffled, “I could’ve walked but my house is too far with the rain and all.” She looked over to see the brunette focused on the road.

She decided to stay quiet as he drove her to her house, using the towel Jess gave her to dry off as best she could.

"The hell do you mean he kissed you?" Jess yelled from the living room, arms crossed on his chest. His eyebrows were so creased, they were practically conjoined. He was sitting down on the couch while Y/N was in the kitchen, trying to dry off and get water.

"I don't know! He told me he was finally dating Rory and everything was fine and then out of the blue," Y/N threw her hands up, "And then I freaked out because, hello, he just said he was with Rory!"

Jess huffed. "And then what happened?"

"He got mad at me for some stupid reason and yelled at me." Y/N got quieter, "I swear Dean makes no sense. One minute he's normal and the other he's... I'm sure there's some reference I could make but I can't think of one, but you get what I'm saying. He totally flipped."

Y/N opened her refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. "Oh, and then," She scoffed, "He had the audacity to tell me that he actually liked me the whole time. He was 'too scared' to tell me though because-. (because he thought I was dating you.)" Y/N paused and quietly mumbled, "That's not important." She frantically walked over to the living room and sat down next to Jess.

"Does he even like Rory? Or is he just leading her on now?" Jess was confused about the whole situation.

"Everyone likes Rory, Jess." Y/N rolled her eyes, "But I don't think he wants to get serious with her. I just can't believe he would do something like that to me."

"That tall freak has some serious paying up to do," Jess got up. "Go get changed into something dry. I have an idea."

Jess and Y/N got into Dean's Ford F-150, muffling their laughs as best as they could.

"Wait, you know how to drive, right?" Jess teased as he buckled his seatbelt.

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing as she pulled out of Dean's driveway. Rory had picked him up earlier after Jess pulled a few strings, so his car was free and available for a little joy ride.

"I got my license last year, Jess. I'm practically Richard Petty." She pulled out of the driveway and turned on the radio.

"Okay, baby driver." Jess laughed as the two of them began to drive, happily using Dean's car for the night.

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[randomishnickname]

I'm always amazed and disturbed by how much USA trivia, cultural artifacts and idioms i know and recognize. I know what a keg stand is, i know what the "freshman fifteens" are, i know what a freshman is and what AP classes are. I know what AAVE means, i know you can get pancakes at an "IHOP", i know what the US supreme court does and who AOC is. I know what Stonewall was and the Montgomery bus boycotts were, i know what "drinking the kool-aid" and what SoCal means, i know the "Florida man" meme and several thousand other details.

And like, on one hand i'm proud of myself, because all of this i had to learn and remember, without ever encountering it in my daily life. And it's fun to master a foreign language, it's fun to be knowledgeable in another culture. I like to watch a US movie or TV show and go "hey, i know what this reference means".

On the other hand, the USA are not a country i intend on visiting, to be honest it's not even a culture i particularly like or admire. I'll never set foot in an IHOP. And yet i know so, so much more about the USA, US politics and US culture than i know about my neighbouring countries, let alone countries in other parts of the world. If I'm honest with myself, i probably even know more about US culture and politics than about my own two countries, which is kinda shameful.

And it's partly my fault for using tumblr so heavily for the last 8 years, a social media platform dominated by USAmericans, and for not taking more care in watching TV shows, political shows and movies from other countries (or from my own countries). I should do more, take more care, not always chose the easy, default route.

But in wide parts of the internet (our global "home"), where we interact via the "global language" english, there's such an implicit understanding that you have to be fluent in US culture in order to keep up. We want to be able to partake, to exchange, to fangirl about the same TV shows or understand discussions about politics. And US media dominates the planet by such a wide, wide margin - it's a common ground.

No USAmerican is ever surprised by how well i know US culture. It's a matter of course. It's expected. A majority of non-USAmerican here on this platform has put the same work in as i have and are very knowledgeable of US stuff as a result. That's just the default. The labor that goes into learning all of those US cultural artifacts is rendered widely invisible as a result.

And honestly, how are we to fight back against a cultural imperialism that is so deeply entrenched... I wouldn't know where to even start. I like being able to exchange with so many people without being divided by language barriers, I feel no patriotic pride in watching movies from my own countries. But i hate and resent that extreme power imbalance, those implicit expectations, the lack of acknowledgment or even awareness about the work people from other countries put into learning and understanding US culture.

Fucking IHOP, man. Why do i even know what an IHOP is. Why do so many of us know what an IHOP is.

[entamesubs]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush!! Episode 151 Sub Release (END)

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Please make sure to read the FAQ if you have any questions.

Thank you for three years of Go Rush!! There are notes from the team under this cut alongside the translation notes.

These three years have been a blast, and I hope you enjoy the last episode as much as we did!

Go Rush!!

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"Wings and Courage"

Yuuhi and Yuamu's names in Japanese are written as 遊飛 and 遊歩, respectively. The first kanji in their name is the standard Yu-Gi-Oh! protagonist yuu- (meaning "game"). The second kanji is what Yuudias refers to when he calls them his wings and courage.

Yuuhi's second kanji is 飛, meaning "to fly". Meanwhile, Yuamu's second kanji is 歩, meaning "to walk". By flying with Yuuhi's wings and walking forward with Yuamu's courage, Yuudias is complete.

遊天亜守 Yuudei Asu

Yuudias' old-timey name as revealed at the end is Yuudei Asu, complete with kanji. Altogether, the kanji seem to have mainly been picked just as a way to "spell out" the sound of "Yuudias" rather than for meaning.

However, if there's anyone that can wrangle meaning out of a couple mismatched kanji, it's me.

遊 - play, game 天 - sky, heavens 亜 - next, sub- 守 - guard, protector

This can be read, liberally, as "cosmic protector of games" or, more simply, by taking out the yuu- kanji that every Yu-Gi-Oh! protagonist has, "defender of the cosmos".

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Messages from the entameSubs Team

"i love you go rush and yuamu you will always be famous to me" - Tessa (aka batsugeemu, proofreader and pinch translator)

"Thank you for watching Yu-Gi-Oh! Sevens and Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush with our subtitles. I remember being six and watching Duel Monsters episodes split into three parts on Youtube--I never could have imagined actually working on any of the series myself. Even so, I'm really grateful for the past five years with entamesubs. I made irreplaceable friends, and my Japanese, which I had only learned lightly as a hobby, was able to help spread a series I love with so many people, and grow into a skill I'm proud to have. It's strange to think of a future filled with weekends without a new episode to watch or work on, but my love for Yu-Gi-Oh will never die! Until the next series, let's rush, rush, go rush!" - Yona (aka angelthinktank, proofreader and translator)

"one last pu-puku-pu" - Quas (aka quasthecat, quality checker)

"Rest easy yall knowing Yuga and the crew got their happy ending while Otes lived out his dumb old man life at the mercy of kuaidul" - Merlin (aka merlinwizaa, timer)

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At the end of a long five year journey, my work on Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS and Go Rush!! has now come to an end.

I don't quite know how to put my feelings into words, but first let me express my gratitude. Rush era Yu-Gi-Oh! saved my life in more ways than one, and has let me meet new friends and create wonderful memories with many people. Every episode that went by, and every week that passed as I worked on this series was a blast. My Japanese has improved considerably since I began, and I was able to flex my own writing muscles with the over-the-top summon chants that I always enjoy translating.

I remember being one of the only people that kept holding onto belief that Go Rush would get a third year - a belief that turned out to be true in December of 2023. It has been so very exciting to work on Go Rush and share my joy and passion with others.

In a similar vein to one of Arthur's tweets, aka the VA of Yuudias, I kept thinking to myself "once I type this last line, once I translate this final word, it'll all be over". At the push of a publish button, my work as part of [entameSubs] will come to a warm and bittersweet end.

Yuudias and the cast of Go Rush have truly been my sources of joy for the past three years, and I am sad to see them go. I am overwhelmed with emotion about the implications of the final episode, as Yuudias endured 500 long years to meet with the twins again.

I have cried in the middle of translating, and even while I was writing this, I delayed the final word of my translation just a little so it won't be "over" just yet.

As someone who has been watching Yu-Gi-Oh! live as it aired in Japan since 5Ds, I have to say this is the most emotional ending that has ever affected me so much in a Yu-Gi-Oh!. I am overcome with an appreciation and fondness for Go Rush, and it has become my absolute most favorite Yu-Gi-Oh!, bar none. And I have seen every single one without fail.

Once again, thank you for three years of Go Rush! Until the day I die, this series will stick with me into forever. The people I have met, the journey I have been on alongside these characters, growing up with them, and of course the entameSubs team has been a great source of happiness. I will miss all of it.

My fellow Go Rush countrymen! Let us meet again!

- Ciel (aka "entame", the main translator and head of entameSubs)

[mechncheese]

Wait you’re in an animation program at a school? Do you have any tips for someone about to go into a 2D animation course?

I wish I could offer more good animation-related advice but my experience has been a lot of allnighters, grinding, and endless balancing on top of being the number one procrastinator. Here are some general tips I've learned </3 Looking at this now, this is just advice rather than tips oops

Manage your time-- It sounds like very surface level advice but please.. Do not end up like me with 33 scenes to finish in 2 days. I wish I had time management advice but I have the worst management on the planet. I keep everything on a written to-do list taped on the wall and sometimes I forget about it.

You will learn that not everything you make will be up to your own standards or satisfaction. Balancing several classes on top of animation is not easy and sometimes you will end up with work you are not proud of and that's okay. We keep pushing forward and there's always time afterwards to revise. Part of the learning process is accepting that sometimes we flop and sacrifice quality to finish something. Time constraints are something we just have to deal with and it doesn't make us bad animators.

Take video reference for character animation-- It helps a lot. Don't know how a character would bow, jump, or run ? Take a video of yourself doing the action and reference it as you go !

You may be tempted to go above and beyond with every animation assignment given, and that's a good drive to have ! Do not push yourself to burnout though, nothing is worth burnout or carpal tunnel.

Speaking of carpal tunnel, stretch your hands. During long work sessions, stretch at least every hour. Stretch your wrists, back, and legs. Take a walk once in a while, go outside, look at the sky. Looking at a screen for a long period of time will give you crazy headaches. Do not destroy your body for school. PLEASE. Also drink water, too many sweet treats will make you feel sluggish, tired, and icky.

20 minute naps/breaks.. When I'm stuck on a scene and can't get it looking right I straight up nap for like 20 minutes and come back to it. It refreshes my head and I find that I work better after a quick break. Staring at your animation for too long will make you second guess yourself and get frustrated when things are not working out. Take a break and come back, it's gonna be okay, you just need to not look at it for a bit. Adjustments and edits are easier to see and make after a break.

Be open to critique. ask for help if you're stuck-- also sounds like a given but when I first started I was a little stubborn and wanted my ideas and my way of doing things to work really bad. You will find yourself a lot happier with your work when you start taking suggestions and changing your perspective !

Remember you're here to learn ! No one expects you to be a professional animator right off the bat. And don't compare yourself to your peers, we all go at our own pace and we are all students. Make friends, live life, have fun ! I find that the worst years were the ones where I isolated myself working to death trying to get my work to look just right. I'm about to graduate and I wish I learned sooner how green the grass is on the other side of constant grinding. Animation student life is so hard and difficult but it doesn't have to be miserable ! GOOD LUCK OUT THERE SOLDIER !

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi Lumine. Hope the moving's going well.

A continuation to accidental sugar daddy Alec? I just find it hilarious that Magnus is ready drop-kick anyone who might his wealth and position to Alec's notice.

its been a long time!!! we did finish the move safely! and then got COVID right after which is part of why everything tanked. but I'm back and so here we go, I hope you enjoy

i realized from the prompt that this might also be referring to 'the most fragile of poisons' so you can send me an ask if you meant that one. this is for blood of royals and there is the first bit

<3 lumine

blood of royals

Alec knows Magnus can afford whatever he wants.

That has always been obvious and very clear.

Still, there is a thrill to being able to do something, for Magnus.  Even if that something is as small and insignificant as buying him everything he wants when they’re out in mundane territory.

So if Alec texts Catarina about just what kind of fancy places Magnus likes that he can take them to without needing a portal.  

Still, Alec has to admit it’s nice to meet with Magnus and offer him a cutting of a particularly rare plant and see his glamour drop and his pupils dilate as he tests the magical properties of the plant.

True, Alec’s contacts in Idris are wondering why he’s dropping so much coin on importing plants, but Alec has more than enough to spare. His own greenhouses are one of the biggest cultivators for nephilim plants and Alec uses that to his advantage.

He’s especially shameless when it comes to Magnus, but since the delight of his life is Magnus’ happiness he doesn’t have a problem with that.

Seeing and helping Magnus be selfish helps Alec be selfish in turn and if anyone argues with him about any of it, Alec is going to either dropkick them into a rift or transfer them to Wrangel Island.

Alec has finally learned that being selfish is a survival instinct and he's proud to be selfish enough to want to thrive, not just survive in his life with Magnus.

Magnus laughs when Alec insists on paying for him, but there is also a glint of pleasure in his eyes and especially when they’re in the mundane world, a hint of smug superiority over everyone around them.

As with most things, Magnus looks incredibly amazing when exuding smugness and he’s definitely superior.

So it only makes Alec want to do it again.

And again.

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Magnus supposes he doesn’t need the black dress currently calling to him.  It’s needlessly extravagant and Magnus says that as someone who enjoys extravagance.

“Do you want to get it?” Alexander asks casually, barely looking up from where he’s trying to figure out how to lace the boots Magnus just tried on.

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d like me in a dress?”  Magnus lowers the pitch of his voice but not the volume and delights in how the room quietens around them. As if everyone else is also hanging onto Alexander’s next words.

“I like you in anything. It’s if you like yourself in it that matters.”

Magnus barely holds back a coo and only manages because there is a series of gasps to distract him.  Magnus knows he’s been the most envied man in the store since Alexander held the door open for him and then started earnestly bringing Magnus things that ‘would look stunning on him’.

This just cements it.

When Alexander says things like this, so serious and earnest as he says things that reform the world around Magnus. Well, you can’t help but know that he means them completely. Magnus laughs, handing the dress to the assistant currently trying not to blush at him and his oblivious shadowhunter.

“Then I suppose you’ll just have to get it for me. Because I loved myself in it.”

Alexander’s eyes light up, his grin charming and shy and belonging to Magnus alone as he leans forward to kiss it off his boy’s mouth.

There’s no need for the mundanes to see these private sides of his boy.

Let them see the image they’ve concocted of Magnus’ Alexander in their own heads.

Magnus will enjoy the reality all to himself.

[lilybug-02]

Happy 2 Year Anniversary to The Chara Timeline ✨

I FINALLY made drawing references for you guys, yippie!✨

It’s wild how long I’ve been working on this comic without reference sheets. I’m never that consistent with my art style, so I figured it was a waste of time 🫥💀😔 this is my first full comic okay…

Thoughts and Feelings About the Comic Below ❤️💖💕💞

Wow. It’s been 2 years??? I thought I would be done with this comic in 2 months! I don’t know whether to feel worried or accomplished!!

(With months between each update, I understand why it’s been 2 years. I’m a slow writer and artist and well- many things have come up in my life that had to come first, like my sisters wedding! 💞 and college 😅)

I want to thank my family and friends (WHO DO NOT READ THIS COMIC- THANK GOD) 💕 AND I want to THANK YOU! The readers! 💐💐

You guys are relentless! I’m as impatient as traffic and yet you guys wait for weeks or months at a time for like 4 pages?! You guys don’t even complain!!! I truly want to thank you all for that ❤️ it helps me so much. Being busy and getting burnt out are common and it helps me feel relaxed that i'm not on a timer. Literally tho- you guys keep this comic chugging I swear. Tysm 💐

Unorganized rambling about the comic ahead :) ⭐️🔥

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My feelings with this comic are actually so complicated. On one hand I hate looking at my older art because GOD IT LOOKS SO OFF I want to stab it, and then on the other hand I am so so proud of myself for even continuing it this far. Ngl the weird route has been one of my favorite parts of this comic. It took me FOREVER to figure out an ending, but damn do I still get chills >:) hehe.

I’m still miffed that I named this project “Deltarune: The Chara Timeline” I could have gone for something so much COOLER. Doesn’t help I use like 7 different titles for it either. We got Deltarune the Chara timeline, Deltarune chara timeline, THE Chara timeline, chara timeline, Ct??? Man,,, I’m crazy. I take after my family so hard. We have 3 names for each of our dogs 💀.

Comic/Animation Tip i have learned. It is VERY GOOD to make the character relatively simple in design. Shape language is also super important, ((but I never really got around to doing that before I was half way through the comic, woops.)) These things can make ur process go by so much faster. This whole comic has been a HUGE learning curve. LIKE OH MY GOD. I had to learn how to draw backgrounds, write dialogue, plan a story, learn how to draw fast and draw noses (which god damn I really still can’t). And I had to learn how the heck to squeeze art into a tiny page and make it not look grainy. It's intense!

Anyways.... this has been such an awesome opportunity! Thanks Toby Fox!

I totally ran out of “art time” for my iPad and wanted to finish this today. So it’s a bit rushed. I’ll add weapons and possibly the other characters later :)

Oh shi- I forgot to add this grainy image of the next few pages lmao

[bitesized-pup]

INTRO POST

you can call me mutt!! I use it/he pronouns, and I’m a trans guy new to the kink scene. looking to meet other kinky people, maybe make some friends, and have some fun!!

I am a trans MAN (lesbians/straight men don't hmu), gay and polyamorous!! My taste mostly leans more towards bears, but I find men of all body types attractive!!

I will usually be the 📻 anon if available!! Pretty shameless tho so most times I'm off anon

I’m a 5’7 pre-anything trans guy! very slim build, always been underweight n trying to gain more weight (maybe u could help with that..,,). Got a good amount of hair on my body, something I’m very proud of!! You can refer to my parts as my chest and my cock/puppy cunt/boy cunt!!

my content will mostly be

petplay

primal play

praise

breeding

feeding (more wholesome stuff that anything hardcore)

scent / musk kink

watersports (mainly omorashi)

dubcon / cnc

humiliation

sub posting (tho I will occasionally dom post)

filthy fantasies

interactions with followers

occasional horny art

DNI if you’re an pedo/ageplay/beastiality/detrans blog!!

WHAT YOU CAN SEND ME

Questions about myself (sfw or nsfw, I will not give any personal info tho!)

Fantasies of yours

Add ons to posts of mine

Flirting / praise / degradation / etc

CNC scenarios

WHAT YOU CANNOT SEND ME (depending on severity I will block you)

Nudes

Anyone exclusively attracted to women, do not message me with sexual intent!

Requests to see my nudes

Anything to do with butt stuff, feet, shit, or vomit!

ask box and dms are always open! feel free to stop by n shoot me a message, just know I have a boyfriend!! I am not looking for a romantic relationship of ANY kind, friends are fine!

[allmylove-t]

1: Warfront

Masterlist (Fun little extras)

Notes: I have not posted anything I've written in a REALLY long time, so please let me know what you think. I'm really proud of this first chapter, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. All my love, T <3

Warnings & Info: vague references to trauma, vague references to mental health struggles, war metaphors (?)

Setting: No crash, modern au, Boston

Word count: 601

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x Reader (1st Person Perspective)

I don’t exactly remember the moment in which we started being friends, if you could even call us that. If you consider secret cigarettes in silence, drunken rambles about everything and nothing all at once, or shared glances from across crowded rooms as being friends… well, at that point I could say ‘we go way back.’ But she’s only acknowledged my existence as of recently. When she realized that I, too, was hot dropped on the front lines. All it took was for her to actually, truly, look at me and notice the faintest signs of a thousand-yard stare. For her to notice the remnants of emotional exhaustion. For her to notice that the light behind my eyes was repaired, but never constant. For her to notice the imperfections on my skin, from the many battles I’ve fought, all in the name of “a better tomorrow.” For her to notice that I, too, was deployed in a “one-man” battalion just a few regions over. Somewhere between recovery and my grave. For her to notice that I never stood on “enemy” lines, and if I ever received the command, I’d come to her aid in a heartbeat. Even if she was stuck somewhere between making it till tomorrow and ending it all tonight. 

Regardless, we couldn’t be more different, yet so similar at the same time. To me… It’s all the same. We both have our own set of trauma, scars we don’t try to hide, and skeletons in the closet, all of which piled up rather quickly. We have a mutual, unspoken understanding amongst ourselves that we’ve come to know so well. We’ve both been shattered millions of times, for a multitude of different reasons, by many different people. But we’ve picked up our own pieces and put them back together the best we could, or, at the very least, knew how to. That’s mainly how we differ. Hers are lazily put back together with medical tape and cigarettes, like a temporary fix to a much larger problem. But she never, properly, tended to her injuries, so her open wounds never healed right. Mine are stained to disguise which fault lines are intentional, and which were not made of my own design. They’re stained like the windows of an old cathedral. The kind that were removed during war because they’re sacred. Something to be protected. Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that I, too, am sacred, worthy of protection; therefore, I deserve to look the part.

We differ because she doesn’t see that she, too, is sacred. That she, too, is worthy of protection. That she’s worthy of being shielded from the war and destruction she endured. Instead, she sees herself as shrapnel and in crumbled cities. There’s a list of things I wish I could tell her, but I know she’d never listen. She’d tell me that I just don’t understand, but I do. She’d tell me I have no idea what it’s like, but I do. She’d tell me I’ve never been as broken, but she knows that’s not true. Though we’ve never talked about our respective combat wounds, she knows that those are something we share. When two broken people wind up in the same place, trying to navigate life after the trenches, it’s like a gravitational pull you don’t quite understand until you just do. You silently thank one another for your service, thank one another for creating an air of camaraderie, thank one another for not letting the enemy win, and you silently congratulate each other for making it back home. Wherever that may be.