#MY ARTISTIC HAND NOOOOO

[kilzbee]

Have this lil sneak peak cause I cut my finger and I can’t draw with this irritating plaster on, trying to eat my vitamin gummies and I cut my finger on the lid. How you may ask? Well idk I’m built diff :)

[mychlapci]

hello everyone 🔞

me and my friend oftentimes talk about tfp ratchet. and by "talk" i mean engage in direct sexual harassment. anyways, i made grandpa squirt

[titan-god-helios]

screaming forever and ever about my art style

[antiphrastic]

Welcome to the world's worst haul picture.

Taken at the bus stop because I have a twenty minute wait for my connection and I'm bored.

I'm gonna need to buy some frames.

(Two of these prints are pieces I've seen online before and was super stoked to see in person)

[ellieshyperfixations]

Silly little X-Men hcs!!

This is with X-men 97 in mind!

Logan snores LOUD, like a dad snore. He also sneezes like a dad.

Scott absolutely hates being late to things and will show up 15-30 minutes early regularly (The others have started telling him it’s 15 min later than it actually is bcuz of this)

Jean and Ororo have weekly “sleepovers” where they just kick out Scott to go be with the others so they can spend time together (They’re so sisters)

Jubilee is actually decent at cooking she’s just too lazy to make anything that takes more than an hour.

Kurt will hang upside down from things from his tail for unhealthy periods of time. All that blood stays in his head atp.

Rogue is the second best cook in the house (second to gambit ofc) She’s a southern lady!! Ofc she can cook good (This isn’t just bcuz I’m a southern person myself nooooo)

Gambit is the breakfast guy, he regularly makes breakfast for everyone most days. Ororo takes over on the other days so he isn’t having to do it constantly.

Morph absolutely does what Camilo did in Encanto and shapeshifts into other ppl to get seconds of food.

Beast hears so much of the drama and tea because no one thinks he’s listening or cares. Jubilee is aware of this and has begged him to tell her some specific info. (He always says no.)

Morph is weirdly good at math.

Morph, Rogue, Gambit, Scott and Logan are all bisexual, or at the very least like both men and women (So, could be pansexual, omnisexual, etc)

Rogue, Gambit and Ororo have no fear of storms, hurricanes, and tornadoes. One once knocked out the power and they were just acting like nothing was even happening.

Logan listens to so much divorced dad rock and Beast hates it.

Jubilee would 100% be a Chappell Roan fan

Kurt would love Mitski so much, and it would be his top listened to artist absolutely.

Everyone loves Dolly Parton. She’s an icon.

Ororo has one of the dirtiest side eyes possible, she never uses it, but occasionally she’ll hear a guy be a dick to his gf or something and she’s just like 😠👀

Kurt has really good puppy dog eyes, no I will not elaborate.

Jubilee has burn scars on her hands from when she first got her mutation and didn’t know how to handle it.

Jean is banned from cooking. Just. Period.

Logan has absolutely destroyed a couple appliances due to annoyance with them before.

Erik actually likes mystery novels a lot, and read a lot of them, the old man. (As if my dad isn’t literally older)

Logan is a really good artist, like sketching and painting; C’mon! He’s been around for 200+yrs, he’s learned a thing or two.

[rosakuma]

Hey you, yes you random tumblr user who hopefully so happens to get this post on their timeline.

🫵😐

I have a question for you. Do you like a show about magical creatures who grant your every wish? A show about a pair quite strange that are a funny duo as they try helping out a girl who just moved to a new city feeling all alone? A comedically fun show with a surprisingly good life lessons and a fun cast of characters that bounce off each other well? Along with some good representation of both POC and LGBT groups. A show with strangely enough entertaining drama between two 10 years old that’s makes you go “Awww the sillies” and “NOOOOO WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO THEM!? *sobs* “ that tugs at your heartstrings? Not to mention Daddy Issues~✨ A show with a lovable black girl protagonist who cares about others as she tries putting others first, has a wild imagination of ideas, goes through internal struggles about herself and what others think of her, and loves rocks and French fries also maybe autistic coded too?

Well do I have the show for you!

Comso, Wanda if you please?

That’s right folks! The reboot/sequel to the classic nicktoon show The Fairly Oddparents : A New Wish is out right now internationally on Netflix! And you can check it out to see the fun adventures of Hazel Wells, a 10 year old girl who recently moved to a new city with her parents away from her older brother who was her best friend she rely on, but now is off to college. To which Cosmo and Wanda, two fairy godparents, who decided to come out of retirement to help her out with dealing with her new environment and situations she’ll get herself into.

It also is the show with that purple guy with swirly hair you’d seen on tumblr before? That’s right, Peri!

If I was able to peak your interest on the show, please go check it out on Netflix! And only watch it on Netflix as the show’s fate to get a second season depends on the views on Netflix for it to be greenlit for one. So no pirating and if you don’t have Netflix to be able to watch it, spread the word! To help get this show a second season is to help the talented crew members who work hard to deliver such a charming show that is a wonderful and fateful continuation of the OG it’s based off. Along with a win for animation since it’s been hard in the animation industry as of right now with animators, editors, storyboard artists, writers, and others in this industry struggling to be able to continue working on projects they love that also is their source of income. So be willing to lend a hand to help out to those people the best you can so that they can continue to have work and make fun shows like this one! Also it determines the fate of a certain character to hopefully get a happy ending and a good redemption arc plz my child deserves a second chance

Also here’s some advices for when watching A New Wish:

Try watching an episode or two a day. Putting it on loop too much might make seem not real viewers are watching and the views won’t count. Plus it be boring to speed through the first half of the season.

Try rewatching the show from time to time. Maybe watch it with a friend or two. Or perhaps a family member who enjoyed the OG show. Watch it with your dog maybe too!

Despite the show being out and most of the stuff being talked about already, keep talking about it to spread the word online! Any socials like tumblr, instagram, twitter, blue sky, tik tok you name it!

Also don’t post spoilers for any new viewers you see around. It’s more fun for them to experience first hand.

Alrighty, I shall take my leave now, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy FOP ANW!

[thecommunityfridge]

A Special Map to a Special Surprise

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

CW: ABDL, DD/L, Diapers, Little POV,

A Special Map to a Special Surprise

I’m huddled over my desk, surrounded by crayons and markers, deeply immersed in my masterpiece. I hear a faint whisper behind me.

“Babykins?”

I turn around and see Daddy standing there, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.

“Hi Daddy,” I say, returning my drawing.

He sighs and walks over. “Did you have a good nap?”

I shake my head without looking up. “No Dada, I was too busy.”

“Too busy with what?” he asks, kneeling beside me. His voice softens as he tries to get a glimpse of my work. “Uh…Sweetie?” he murmurs, gently pulling on my shoulder. “Oh goodness…”

I can’t wait to show him. “Whatcha think?” I ask, my eyes sparkling with excitement as I look up.

Daddy surveys the scene, his brow furrowing as he takes in the scribbles covering the desk. “Well, typically you are supposed to color on something… not just straight on your desk,” he observes, rubbing his finger over the mess. “Covering your desk in squiggles is an impressive artistic choice for sure,” he adds, though he’s clearly more focused on the cleanup ahead. “But you were supposed to be taking a nap. You have a test you need to study for and you told me you were too tired to do so.”

I pout, feeling a little guilty, but still thrilled about my creation. Daddy notices and kneels next to me, his expression softening. “I guess you had a bit of an artistic itch, huh?” he says gently, trying to hide his frustration. “What did you draw?”

“It’s a map, Dada!” I say, tracing over it with my finger.

“Oh really? Map to where?” Daddy asks, curious.

“It’s a secret,” I whisper back, my eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Oh,” Daddy says, nodding and lowering his voice too. “Like a treasure map?”

“Yup!” I say, clapping my hands excitedly.

“Well then what’s the treasure?” Daddy asks, playing along with the game.

“It’s a surprise! You have to find it!” I say, bouncing in my seat.

“I do? A surprise treasure hunt, huh? Hmm, well let me see,” Daddy says, inspecting the drawing as his irritation fades away.

“Now this looks like a bunny…so, is this Mr. Bun Bun?” he asks, pointing to the map.

I nod happily. Daddy glances around the room and spots Mr. Bun Bun resting on my bed.

“There he is!” he says, pointing at my stuffie.

“Now let’s see…an arrow to a tower,” he continues, looking around and seeing the ring tower on the dresser at the foot of the bed. “Oh, that’s a tower! Is it your ring tower?” he asks.

I nod again, excitedly.

“And then…an arrow towards… what’s this, a house?” Daddy asks gently.

I shake my head.

“Hmmm, a barn?” he tries.

I shake my head again.

“Huh…what else has walls and a roof?” Daddy ponders.

“Look closer, Dada,” I say, pointing to the drawing.

Daddy leans in and notices a smiley face in the center.

“Oh! Is this your potty chart?” he guesses.

I nod happily, barely able to contain my excitement.

Daddy looks at the “map” again and spots the X marked on top of the chart. He walks over to the potty chart on the closet door.

“Is this it? Is this the surprise?” he asks, tapping on the chart.

“Nooooo,” I say, shaking my head.

Daddy scans the room, searching for something out of place. Then, he starts to open the closet.

“Is it inside the closet?” he asks.

“Uhhuh!” I say, wiggling in my chair.

Daddy looks inside and starts rummaging through the clothes and diapers.

“…I don’t see anything out of place…” he says, peeking his head out. “Just your little clothes and diapers…”

I nod happily. “Uhhuh!”

Daddy looks at me with a curious expression. “…So what’s the surprise?”

I beam up at him and shout with glee, “I need changies, Dada!”

[my-brain-soup]

I've Never Seen Luka, But Jon Kent Has

Basically I've never watched Luka but I read a fanfic where Jon gets the teen titans to watch it (parallels are drawn between Luca and Alberto and Jon and Damian) so now I will be watching it and writing the thoughts I have during it

No I will not give context and spoiler warning ig

Love the music during the studio logos

We love a superstitious king, I mean, I have a feeling he has a point

IF THEY HIT HIM IMMA BE SO PISSED

Awww, he's such a polite little guy

Luca is a farm boy!!! I love my little Jon Kent varient :)

I, too, would risk my life for shiny object

I, too, do the murder

OMG THEIR SO JON AND DAMIAN BUT LIKE BEING HUMAN IS BEING A VIGILANTE AND ITS THE SAME AS THEIR START BASICALLY I LOVE THEM

HE EVEN HAS THE SUPERMAN CURL

Dami would say he invented walking

And pretend he's not proud of Jon

THEYRE SO CUTESY

Bruno? Or Bruce...o... you get the idea

Sorry, they have Luca grab Alberto like that and expect me not to see them as the most adorable little guy love story? Their so crushing on each other

"You're so lucky your dad lets you do what you want," cue Superman's comment about Bruce getting hit on the head all the time

NO WAY THEIR SENDING HIM TO (basically) BOARDING SCHOOL TO KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE "bad influence" THAT IS ALBERTO

Yes! Grandma, my queen!

"We can do anything" I love this movie

MY FRIEND SMELLS AMAZING

God I don't know her name yet but I love her

JULIA OR HOWEVER YOU SAY IT

We're not telling you our secrets! Tells secrets immediately.

FROM EVERYTHING YOU LOVE?????

I love Alberto so muchhhhhh

I love Mr dad human

Oh they know SOO many fish

No way everyone, including an adult, just saw that bitch rob some kids and didn't do shit

He is a sad little catfish

Why are his parents actually crazy

Aww, Alberto doesn't want to lose his friend

Noooooooo

Luca just wants to learn, and Alberto just wants to feel loved :(

How is the gayest looking dude there being homophobic?

When your new father figue wants to kill your entire species

Alberto got mad when Julia touched Luca's hand...

Why does Luca's hair looks like a croissant

NO LUCA WTF

I WAS ALMOST ON YOUR SIDE

GOD WHAT THE HELL

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT KILL YOUR NEW SON

FUCK.

IM NOT CRYING.

Nooooo

Their fort :(

BESTIE NO

NO ALBERTO MY BABY NO

STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY SO YOU DONT GET HURT. IT'S NOT GONNA WORK

God the organizer adult lady us such a bitch

Why is no one concerned that the scuba kid isn't coming up for air?

Aww, his little clap self tap in

It's totally about to rain

Well shit. Sometimes I hate when I'm right

WAIT WAS THAT ALBERTO

I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE WHEN IM RIGHT

FUCK

NO I TAKE IT BACK AGAIN

I love them so much!!!!

MR DAD HUMAN NO

MR DAD HUMAN YES

YAYYYY

KING

Is the mom the same person that voiced Aunt Cass in big hero 6?

YES LOVE ME THE OLD LADIES

I decided it is a metaphor for older lgbtq people, feeling able to come out after younger generations have proved that times have changed, I love them

(They're sisters, so they're not together, but they can still be gay!)

BRO ITS SO ABOUT BEING GAY I LOVE THIS MOVIE

BRO ALBERTO

THOSE LITTLE LOOKS

YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

JULIA 100% KNOWS

About his crush, not just Luca going to school

AHHHH HES SO SWEET

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, YOU NEED EACH OTHER

Their in love, your honor

THEIR LITTLE HAND HOLDING THING I CANT

IM SO MENTALLY ILL FOR GAY FISH

IM CRYING AGAIN

AHHH, THEY RIGHT EACH OTHER LETTERS

ALBERTO LOOKS SO SMITTEN WHEN THEY'RE ON THE PHONE

ALBERTO GETS HIS KNIFE

DOES HE BECOME A LIFEGAURD???

I love this movie

So much

DAMIAN ALSO HAS A CAT AND JON ALSO HAS A DOG

Also, here is my formal apology, her name is spelled Giulia, my b

Alberto learns to carve wood, awww

Also, does Luca EVER get shoes?

I've decided I need an Alberto to become a tattoo artist future au, at least like on the side or for fun or sm

The dedication is adorable

Yes, I just watched all of the credits. What about it?

I was rewarded with an after credits scene, so fuck you.

I'm gonna watch all the deleted scenes now, I'm not gonna specify which one so have fun guessing

Haha, they called Alberto and Luca the main relationship

BOO STOP TRYING TO GIVE LUCA A CRUSH ON GIULIA

YES ALBERTO CHEER ON THE KRAKEN AGAINST THE HUNTER

YES! CONFORMED LUCA A GIULIA ONLY PLATONIC

Also, she was almost a photographer, like TIM DRAKE?!?!?

Don't worry, Luca, I'll ride in a barrel lit on fire down a hill with you

Awww, they were raised by a lobsterrr

BRING BACK CANNED SEA MONSTER FACTORY

OH SEA MONSTER CAN PASS BUT IF THEIR FOUND OUT THE CONSEQUENCES MIGHT BE REALKY DIRE??? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME.

Oh, Jon is extremely charming

I love how they used different animation styles (in how they had the characters move) on land and in the water

PH THE TRANSFORMATION ISN'T CELEBRATED IN LUCAS FAMILY AND HE MAKES IT A CONSIOUS DEASITION TO CHANGE HIS THINKING FROM I SHOULDNT DO THIS TO I SHOULD EMBRASE THIS? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME

Bro, not the first version where Alberto outs Luca to Giulia, eek

And finally, Ciao Alberto!

Aww, Luca wants to see to Portorosso!

THE GAY OLD LADY SISTERS ARE DEFINITELY CLOSE WITH ALBERTO, AND I LOVE IT FOR ALL OF THEM

He finally has people who care about him!!!

AWW ALBERTO JUST WANTS MR DAD HUMAN TO BE PROUD OF HIM

Alberto, you do NOT got this

DONT LIGHT THE BOAT ON FIRE

OH SHIT

Noooo!!! Don't leave!!!

YOU'RE NOT HIS EMPLOYEE, YOU'RE HIS SON

HE CALLED HIM DAD!!!

YAY HUGS

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

MY HEART

I CANT

I love Alberto being an artist (a bad one, for now, but still and artist)

Okay, that's it, Ciao :)

[britcision]

ALRIGHT GANG, lil Mithrun update! Because it’s. Just. Too in character.

First! Behold - the criminal (feat. Beloved Artist’s Crocheted LaiosBeast):

You may recall, every single piece of this little bastard man found its way into the garbage behind my back at least twice

He has since become my bed buddy, and given my history with bed buddies, I pretty much expected this would end the way it always has previously: with me semi-regularly having to go get him from across the room in the morning

(Yes that is part of the reason I wanted to make teleportation jokes)

But

Uh

That is not what has happened

Because not only is he usually still in bed when I wake up… I’m still holding him?

I am an agile sleeper and he is very much contending for space with a 5’ tall medicinal body pillow which does semi-regularly find its way off the bed even now; I can’t remember ever waking up still holding something I went to sleep with

Except this lil bugger

Now he does have magnet hands, so it is technically possible I have secretly been a cyborg all this time and never knew, but. That’s not the good bit.

The good bit. The Mithrun bit. Is that increasingly often I am waking up, still holding lil Mithrun… but his skirt has come off at some point during the night

Also one or both boots

This morning, I woke up and found his SKIRT on the floor next to the bed. Fully unhooked instead of just slipped off, too

Tiny bastard is performing secret late night strip tease until I surrender and stop procrastinating and make him a Kabru?

(Joke’s on him I’m not letting Kabru be a bed buddy it’s crowded enough with me and partner and body pillow I barely get away with Mithrun)

(Yes partner was worried the tiny Canaries would also be joining us back when I finished Lycion but nooooo that is a bad idea they’re all joining the Pokemon Wall

Lycion is having a lovely time with the bitey boys

)

(I should have made Lycion’s tiny mouth open when I make his true form it totally will)

[bullyingfictionalmen]

The Painting That Never Was

Summary: Recently, you've been plagued by dreams of the sea. Of drowning. Of someone saving your life. You can never quite remember what happens in these dreams, much less what they mean. But a certain eccentric painter might know more.

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: mild violence, eventual smut, Rafayel myth and main story/anecdote spoilers

Read on AO3:

You feel it again. The relentless pull of the sea.

It tugs at your clothes, dragging you down and down into its cold embrace. You flail, you struggle. Ropes dig into your wrists and ankles. You yearn for the haze of light above the surface of the water, barely making out the bubbles that escape your mouth and drift away. Your lungs burn. Your eyes sting with saltwater. Your heart pumps frantically in your chest to distribute oxygen you can no longer take in. You are going to die.

Rather, you are going to be sacrificed.

In your panicked delirium, you start hearing things. The soft, airy lilt of a flute. A cynical, melodic laugh. You fight to open your eyes again, and a form seems to glow in the water before you. Sea-glass eyes, shimmering scales, a pale hand that reaches for your cheek. A voice, warm, playful, too clear in your dimming consciousness, demands something.

“Human, shall I spare your life? Then, become my follower. Give me… everything.”

~~

When your eyes snap open, the scene soon fades. Each vivid detail becomes a vague echo, a grain of sand slipping through your fingers. All it leaves you with is a peculiar swirl of emotions: fear, desperation, emptiness, longing. You know this isn’t the first time these images have haunted your dreams because, even though their contents elude you, the feeling you’re left with is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

Your phone pings, bringing reality into sharp focus, and you let out a groan, fumbling for it on your bedside table.

Rafayel: Miss Bodyguard, I need you or I might die

You: ???

Rafayel: a powerful foe has appeared

Rolling out of bed, you compose a text back as you scramble to put on your uniform. You haven’t known Rafayel all that long, know the flighty artist is prone to overexaggerating, but the thought of him in danger wins out against your skepticism.

You: Is it Wanderer? Where are you rn?

Rafayel: at the studio, dun think I can move help

Rafayel: starvation is coming for me

Rafayel: I keep forgetting to eat lol

Rafayel: I need you to fight it off so I can finish my painting

Your stomach drops, your shoulders relax, and you let out a long, annoyed sigh. You debate sending him an angry voice memo and chewing him out for scaring you, but instead, you shoot him back a sticker of a bird rolling its eyes.

You: make ramen or smth good lord

Rafayel: I can’t!! my inspiration will vanish with the steam T-T

You: you can’t finish your painting if you starve, yk?

Rafayel: awwww, are you worried about me, Miss Bodyguard?

You: I take it back, starve

Rafayel: nooooo you have to come over

Rafayel: bring chicken

Rafayel: hurry up

You: Rafayel it’s Thursday. Plus, the metaflux levels are all out of whack recently, I have

Rafayel: a duty to Linkon City

Rafayel: I get it

Rafayel: come after work, then. bring side dishes too

You: I won’t be done til 6, eat before then istg

Rafayel: oop k thx byeeeee

You want to be more annoyed, but you can feel a smile tugging the corners of your lips in spite of yourself. As dramatic as Rafayel can be, you can’t deny that his antics chased away that empty feeling the nightmare brought. Instead, excitement warms your chest. There’s lots of work to be done, but you know can face it.

~~~

“I know we’re swamped, but there’s a civilian in peril in Sector 37. Nearby units?”

Your body moves before your brain can catch up, boots crashing through puddles, uniform soaked through from the driving rain, and you find yourself rattling off your information into the comms without a second thought. You’re mercifully pretty close to the victim’s location—if the fifth call in eight hours could ever qualify as merciful.

The sky above is so dark it could be mistaken for the N109 Zone, only periodically lit by arcing flashes of lightning. Of course, it had to be during a storm that the meta-flux levels went haywire. There’s no scientific evidence suggesting Wanderers prefer to strike on rainy days, but it’s a pet theory of yours. Rafayel’s theory is that you’re just cosmically unlucky. Today, you’re tempted to believe it.

Your usual partner, Xavier, has been off the grid for the past week. It’s not that surprising—he tends to come and go as he pleases—but you do wish his timing was better. You could request backup, but the sheer number of attacks have spread the rest of the Hunter Association’s forces so thin that you wouldn’t dare snag a partner from a less-experienced recruit. That’s why you’re resolved to finish this alone.

The coordinates on your watch lead you to a run-down shopping complex. Most everyone seems to have evacuated, but as you approach, a shriek pierces through the din of the rainfall, sending a shiver shooting up your spine. You draw your gun from its thigh holster, peering through the doorway of a bookshop seconds before a desperate employee scrambles into view, breathing in haggard gasps and clutching his bloodied shoulder. You hear a cacophony of crashing shelves and tumbling books close behind him.

“Get down!” you yell, leaping in front of him and emptying a full magazine into the Wanderer’s chest, stopping it in its tracks. Its body glows an eerie purple, hulking, vaguely feline, with a deadly scorpion’s tail poised above its head. Its eyes sear into yours as it bares its fangs. Your heart thunders in your ears. Your bullets only seem to have made it angrier.

You make a split-second decision to trade your gun for the claymore slung over your back. It’s dangerous to shoot in such close-quarters, and since you can’t tell if the injured man behind you is able to make a run for it, your top priority is keeping the monster away from him. You heft the blade in a wide arc just in time to keep razor-sharp claws from raking across your face. A furious roar tears from the Wanderer’s throat as you draw back, but you steel your nerves, landing strike after strike as you search for weak points in its protocore shield.

You manage to keep the Wanderer at bay with a flurry of quick slashes, dodging its tail and teeth in turn, but you know this can’t last forever. The day’s exhaustion is starting to catch up with you, rendering once-fluid motions stiffer and slower. You barely manage to roll away from a massive paw, but your form is a bit off, and your left shoulder takes the brunt of your fall. Stunned, you can’t pull away in time, and the beast’s claws slice through your pants and into the meat of your thigh. You clench your teeth to keep from screaming, adrenaline surging as you kick the Wanderer’s face with all your might.

It staggers back, and you seize the opportunity to run your claymore straight through its neck. With a hiss, the Wanderer dissipates, its fading cry leaving only the sound of the rain and your heavy breaths. For a moment, you lean against your sword, doubled over, chest heaving, warm blood flowing down your leg. Now that you aren’t in immediate danger, your body begins to register how cold you are, how soggy. Your shoulder throbs, the scratches across your thigh sting and you wince as you stand upright.

“You… saved me. Th-Thank you…”

The trembling voice snaps you out of your reverie, and in a moment, you’re back in work-mode. As worn-out as you feel, it’s your job as a Hunter to make the people of Linkon feel at ease. “Don’t worry. You’re safe, now.” You muster a bright smile, and a flush of red colors the man’s cheeks. Your eyes dart to his shoulder wound, and you don’t waste any time fishing disinfectant and bandages from your first-aid kit. “Hold still, okay? This might hurt a bit.”

The man clenches his fists, but he doesn’t cry out, even as you clean him up and bandage his shoulder with efficient, practiced motions. You can feel him staring at you in awe the whole time, but you don’t mind it. He’s probably still in shock. “You were amazing. I thought I was going to die, but you… were so brave. Like a warrior-goddess.”

You glance up at him after tugging at the final knot, keeping your tone light and airy in spite of the jab of discomfort in your chest. “Just doing my job. Let’s get you to the hospital, yeah?”

You move to let him lean on you for support, but the man takes your hands instead. “Please, let me repay you somehow. I could buy you dinner—”

“If you want to repay me,” your smile doesn’t falter, but you gently pull your hands away, readjusting so he can lean on you, “stay safe and healthy. That will be enough.”

~~~

You intended to drop off the civilian at Akso and head straight back to meet Rafayel, but Zayne happens to catch sight of you in the waiting area and immediately insists that you at least get patched up before you leave.

“It’s not that big a deal, Dr. Zayne, you don’t need to—” you start to grumble, but Zayne’s hazel eyes bore into you with such intensity, and you notice little crystals of ice forming along the edges of his clipboard. Reluctantly, you take a seat on the examination table. “I mean… sure.”

“That’s what I thought.” The doctor lets out a long-suffering sigh. The smell of disinfectant prickles your nose as he tends to your leg. “Now, Miss Hunter, I notice that you treated that civilian’s wounds, but neglected your own. Why?”

You look away, sheepish. “I was running low on supplies. Today’s meta-flux was unusually high, so I’ve been running around all day.”

Zayne’s frown only deepens with this information. “Did you not think to let another team member handle it? Or, perhaps, to call for help if you were injured, instead of dragging yourself all the way here and aggravating your wounds further?”

You bite your bottom lip, eyes falling to your lap. “I’m sorry, Dr. Zayne.”

“I don’t want apologies.” Zayne closes the first-aid kit’s lid loudly. He brings a hand to your shoulder (the uninjured one, luckily) and waits for you to meet his gaze. “I want you to value your life. Please, be more careful. If anything happened to you, I…” He lets the end of his sentence die, and in the heavy silence that follows, you swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“I promise I’ll be more careful.”

Zayne doesn’t smile, but his expression softens. “Based on previous evidence, I don’t know if I should believe you, but I’ll take you at your word this time.”

You chuckle, glancing down at your watch: 7:00 p.m. Shit. You were supposed to meet Rafayel an hour ago.

You rush to his studio as fast as you can. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, but the streets are slick, and you’d rather not end up hurt again. The gate is unlocked as usual, and light seeps through the windows. Your phone died earlier in the day, so you have no way of knowing if he remembers you had plans. Your stomach clenches as you ease open the door. Maybe I got lucky and he was hyperfocused on a painting again?

The flicker of hope in your chest is snuffed out when you cross the threshold and catch sight of Rafayel, not perched at his easel, but sprawled out languidly on the couch. His long limbs are draped haphazardly, his head turned aside in prime sulking position. His phone has been tossed to the floor, and he doesn’t acknowledge you at all, even though you’re sure he heard the door close.

You take a deep breath. “Rafayel, I—”

“Still remember my name, I see. That’s a shocker.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” You kick off your shoes, belatedly realizing that you forgot the chicken, the whole reason for your visit. “I kinda rushed over here. I was—”

“Yeah, yeah. Killing Wanderers, saving Linkon City. You know, you could’ve texted me. The news kept reporting on the severity of the attacks, for all I knew you could have—” Suddenly, Rafayel sniffs the air. He sits up abruptly, and when he catches sight of you, his sour expression morphs into a mask of worry. “What happened to you?”

“I-I’m okay!” You force a grin, but he’s already at your side, his eyes sweeping over your torn and dirtied clothes, your dripping hair, your freshly-applied bandages. “I just got a little careless in my last fight, that’s all.”

“You… How reckless. Aren’t I supposed to be the irresponsible one here?” Rafayel’s hand drifts to your hair, brushing a damp strand from your forehead. Then, feeling how warm your skin is, his palm lingers, checking your temperature.

“Wow, you’re self-aware now?” You let out a giggle, and Rafayel flicks your forehead with a frown. “What, do I feel feverish?”

“No idea.” He huffs, his hand running absently through his hair. “But you should hop in the shower and warm up anyway. Hold on, I’ll find you a towel and some dry clothes.”

“Really? I don’t want to impo—achoo!” You double over, barely managing to sneeze into your elbow. Rafayel lightly steers you toward the bathroom.

“Just accept my generous hospitality, okay, Miss Bodyguard? Turn the faucet toward the wall for cool water, and away from the wall for hot, got it?”

With no room to complain, you wash up gingerly, careful to avoid your gashes and to be gentle with your bruised skin. The hot water is a relief to your cold, clammy body, and you take your time, luxuriating in the familiar smell of Rafayel’s soap. It’s a gentle scent, subtly sweet and salty like an ocean breeze.

Rafayel has left a plush towel, sweatpants and a t-shirt folded on the sink, as well as a pair of fluffy socks. You smile gently at the care he clearly took in selecting everything. Naturally, his clothes are baggy on you, but feel comfortable and safe swathed in the soft fabric.

When you re-enter the studio, Rafayel is perched on the couch, arranging a spread of fried chicken and various sides on the coffee table. “You’re just in time, food’s here.” He smiles at you, and you don’t miss how his eyes linger a bit on the stretched-out collar of the t-shirt before he catches himself and hurriedly glances away, a flush of red blooming on his cheeks. “Dig in.”

“I really am sorry I couldn’t bring this stuff myself,” you plop down, swiping a pair of disposable chopsticks.

“How will you make it up to me?” Rafayel cocks his head cutely, batting his eyelashes.

“Hmmm. Open up,” you pick up the most succulent-looking piece of chicken and hold it toward Rafayel. He gratefully leans toward you to accept it, taking a dainty little bite. His eyes sparkle with approval and he takes the rest from your chopsticks, swiping a thumb over his lips after he’s done. You find yourself spacing out a bit, focused only on how soft and shiny they look.

“Your turn,” Rafayel grins, holding up a bite for you.

“I, uh…” Truthfully, you’ve never been one to let other people feed you. You couldn’t say why, but it usually strikes you as a bit awkward, if not cringey. But Rafayel is looking at you so expectantly, so cutely, even, that your hesitation melts away. You lean in and take the chicken, only realizing how hungry you were as the juicy meat and the crunchy, savory skin seem to melt in your mouth. You eagerly take a second piece for yourself, munching happily. Then another.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Rafayel chuckles as he watches you eat.

“Stop staring,” you complain, turning away from his probing gaze.

“You can’t say that. What if my artist’s eyes are gathering new inspiration? Do you want to be the reason my dreams die?”

“Oh, no! Rest in peace, Rafayel’s chicken-themed painting. We barely new ye, but your premature loss shall forever remain a wound on our hearts. Rafayel, will you say any words in remembrance?”

Rafayel clears his throat. “I’ll only say that the Painting That Never Was represents one of the most harrowing tragedies in this world—a love unfulfilled. I may never again feel such a spark as I did watching my bodyguard enjoying her chicken. It’s a regret I’ll take to my watery grave—”

“Alright, enough of that.” You lightly shove at his shoulder, and Rafayel giggles.

You fall into comfortable chatter as you both enjoy your food and fill your stomachs. Outside, the rain has picked up again. It isn’t long before exhaustion crashes over you, eyelids heavy, breaths slowing and deepening as you lean against Rafayel’s shoulder.

I should probably go home, you decide, but you aren’t even sure if you said it aloud or it’s just a thought surfacing in your sleep-addled brain. I don’t want to impose.

“Sleep, now. You’ve worked hard today.”

Who’s that? Sounds familiar. You can’t really tell, but the voice warms you up like ginger tea as cool fingers glide across your cheek. You nuzzle closer on instinct, letting out a contented sigh. I guess it’s fine.

~~

Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Rafayel’s mischievous mask fades. His expression is solemn, almost dour, as he gathers you in his arms and takes you to his bed. He’s extra-careful as he tucks you in, arranging the pillows and comforter gently and accounting for your injuries. When you are safe and snug, he lets out a long breath, shoulders slumping. He kneels next to the bedside and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get a grip on the emotions roiling in his chest.

It's her job to hunt Wanderers. She can take care of herself. She’s strong, fast, intelligent. She’s not going anywhere this time. Still, she could call me if she’s in trouble…

He raises his head, lets his gaze linger on your peaceful expression as you sleep. Your lips are parted slightly, hair mussed. You look and act exactly as he knew you. Smell the same, too. He knows that you don’t remember anything from back then. To you, he’s just some eccentric weirdo who started clinging to you not long after your first meeting. Part of him hates how selfish he is, daring to get close to you instead of simply protecting you from afar. Rafayel is a wanted man—you would probably be safer if he kept his distance. But he can’t help it. Maybe, it’s his Lemurian sense of loyalty. Or maybe, to his core, he’s always been a selfish being. A being who would damn the whole ocean for the love of a single human girl.

Ping.

Rafayel’s eyes dart to the phone he left in the living room. His stomach wrenches when he reads the notification. It’s from a man known as Sparrow, a contact from The Nest.

Sparrow: We have a tug on the line.

Rafayel: Which bait?

Sparrow: Your little Deepspace Hunter.

Rafayel’s blood goes ice-cold. His eyes drift to the window, as if whoever is currently after you might be lurking outside, huddled to escape the driving rain. He flinches as another notification sounds.

Sparrow: We actually have a few interested parties. Her name keeps appearing along with mentions of the Aether Core.

Rafayel: Don’t waste my time. I need names.

Sparrow: Can do. For a price.

Rafayel: Name it. Just come out with it.

There’s a long silence, and Rafayel curses under his breath. Maybe he showed his desperation too plainly. A rookie mistake. But, then—

Sparrow: Alright. We can get into the gritty details later, but there are three names that come up time and again.

Sparrow: Xander Sciences, the Ever Group, and Onychinus.

[secretwriterpp]

Angel voice

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Karaoke night with friends.

***this is officially my first fic! I had this story in my mind for so long, I had to write it. I’m not even a good writer and English is my second language, so I’m sorry if it’s a tough read. No beta , I don’t know anyone who could help me with this , any volunteers ? ***

Warnings: RPF. Just friendships. A little flirting. I guess … two idiots falling in love.

For the last few months , you always walked hand in hand with your new bestie Sarah. The friendship was new, but it was intense. You met her on the set of an amazing indie film. She was the main character and you were the supporting one. It was a movie about a love story between two inspiring women. Loving Sarah on screen and in real life was easy, it felt like you knew her your whole life.

Tonight was no different, your hand into hers , you walked on the sidewalk together with some of her closest friends. Oscar and Elvira were walking behind you whispering sweet nothings to each other while Pedro was the leader of the pack , goofing around , pretending to be in an action movie , hiding from imaginary bad guys. The little group of friends kindly accepted you as the new member of their pack as soon as Sarah introduced you to them. Since you just recently moved to NYC, it was great to have people you could count on.

You were lost in your thoughts , feeling the warmth of the summer breeze on your face and bare shoulders. Only hearing the buzzing sounds of the city. You were having a hard time realizing how lucky you were to have them, to be exactly where you wanted to be with your acting career, you felt really emotional at that moment. Maybe it was the fatigue from the long days on set or maybe it was the effect of Sarah’s earlier questionable concoctions she called her special drinks , but you could cry. You were so lost in your own head that you jumped when you heard Elvira joyous exclamation.

- YEEEES! Come on guys! It’s been a hot minute since we humiliated ourselves properly!

You heard Pedro hum a barely perceptible « oh nooooo » while he formed a fake gun with his hand and pretended to shoot himself. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at what Elvira was so excited about. You were pleased to see that is was a karaoke bar.

Only Sarah knew that you were a good singer. She called you her soft angel when you sang for her on set. Your favorite Pink Floyd songs were the soundtrack of your blooming friendship. Truth is , you tried to succeed as a singer/songwriter a few years ago, but it just didn’t happen. It was for the best though, now you knew it. After realizing you would probably never be a recording artist , you decided to focus on your acting career and it paid off.

When you entered the bar , it was very noisy, a mix of people singing and other simply screeching , people cheering and others having animated conversations. Elvira was fast to find you guys a place to sit. She knew she had to move fast so Pedro wouldn’t have a good reason to convince them to leave and escape his worst nightmare. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t like Karaoke, he didn’t want to sing and he didn’t want other people to butchered all of his favorite songs . He mimicked his best suffering expression when the girl on stage started to sing sweet home Alabama with her shrieking voice.

You guys were seated in a big white U shaped bench wrapped around an oval table , perfect to accommodate your little group. You were squished between Sarah and Pedro who were having a deep conversation about the last movie they saw together. You were not complaining , being with them was so much fun and you had to admit that being so close to Pedro was not bad either. Since you met him, you had a little crush on him. Nothing serious, nothing you would tell him about , it was just a fun little game to flirt with him. And oh boy was he a flirt. The little smiles he did when you spoke about your recent projects, the way his eyes just lingered on your mouth, his hands touching your skin every chance he get, followed with a cute wink when your eyes would meet his. It was nothing your brain said , but the butterflies in your stomach made you wonder which body part of yours was right.

Nobody really paid attention to the people who were on stage , a few times, when the performer was not as bad , the girls and you would cheer and sing along. You don’t know how many drinks you guys were in when Elvira came around the table to talked to Pedro.

- So , what are you going to sing tonight Pedrito? Pedro lost his smile and rolled his eyes.

Sarah laughed : I really don’t know if Elvira really loves karaoke or if she just like seeing Pedro suffer!

Pedro: She hates me! She hates that her husband calls me his girlfriend , she’s jealous and that’s her way to get her revenge.

Elvira: Oh please P , not everything is about you!

Pedro did his most exaggerated shocked face: Excuse me! ?

Elvira : All I want to do is sing a sexy duet with MY husband. (Emphasis on the MY) She winked at Pedro

Oscar was already putting their name on the list , there was still a few people before it would be their turn. On his way back he grabbed a few shots for all of you.

Pedro turned to help Oscar with the shooter glasses: -Your wife sings like an half dead cat , I will need multiples of these.

Elvira punched Pedro on the arm while you and Sarah giggled at their imaginary love triangle.

Sarah: y/n should sing! She will change your mind about karaoke Pedro. She sings like an angel!

You blushed.

Oscar teased his friend : you should sing his favorite song!

Pedro immediately interrupted him, making no signs with his head and both his arms : oh no! No, no, no, no, no. Do not touch Prince. NO!

Sarah: I know! You should sing Dreams! You have the perfect voice for that song. Anyway, you can’t sing any Pink Floyd songs , those are just for me , plus this bar is not the vibe for that.

- Wow Sarah , are you flirting with me ? I have the voice to cover Stevie ? Please , no.

Even if you wanted to protest the song choice , it was too late. Elvira literally jumped out of her seat and was already adding your name to the list. It’s not that you didn’t want to sing , you loved it , but now the pressure was on. What if they didn’t like how you sing it ? What if Pedro didn’t like it ? The moment you met him, you needed him to like you. Was that how you felt with all your past “little crush”? Once again, you were lost in your spinning mind.

Sarah brought you back to earth : - don’t worry , your voice is magical. She thought you were worried about your skills.

For the next hour, you mostly had to listen to bad singers , it was almost torture sometimes. Fortunately, the alcool was smoothly flowing , making it all more bearable. Even Pedro looked like he was having fun. Every time he laughed he immediately clung to the person who made the joke. Resting his head on their shoulder, reaching out to hold their arm or squeeze their tight just above the knee. You couldn’t help and match his energy, every single thing he said that made you laugh you touched his skin. His wrist, his bicep, his neck. You were too far into your gin tonic consumption to care what people would think of it, what he would think of it.

It was finally Oscar and Elvira’s turn to sing. They chose to sing the Dirty Dancing hit “time of my life”

Pedro was exasperated : damn they are so annoyingly cheesy.

That they were , but it was so adorable at the same time. Their love was radiating on stage. Elvira was indeed a bad singer , half dead cat would not be your choice of words, you were too polite for that. Oscar could hold a note , but he kept messing the lyrics of the song, they both laughed in their microphones when they missed a word. You and Sarah cheered for them like it was the most crucial sport event.

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Pedro was genuinely having fun. The running gag was that he hated karaoke, he did , but seeing his friends having fun was way more important to him than his hatred of bad singing. Elvira and Oscar were doing their thing on stage and he was impressed by their lack of self awareness. They massacred that poor song. He cheered for them anyways. They ended their performance by doing a little spinning dance move , it was disgusting how much they loved each other.

Pedro could hear you ask Sarah: Seriously Sarah , this kind of love really exists ? Or is it just for them?

Pedro felt a sting in his heart. He wondered why you didn’t believe it could exist? Wondered if someone hurt you in the past. He wasn’t really a big believer in love with a capital L himself , he didn’t really do relationships, but it wasn’t okay with him that you would have this kind of thoughts, that you would feel that way too. It felt unfair. Since he met you, he felt very protective of you. You were so sweet and kind.

Sarah : I think it exists , but theirs is definitely one of a kind.

Elvira was skipping her way to your table , still on her adrenaline high.

-We slayed it!!! Didn’t we ?

-Pedro pointed his right ear : Sorry , I can’t hear you , my ears are bleeding.

Elvira raised her two middle fingers at him and mouthed a very felt “fuck you P”.

Oscar came to his wife defense: you were perfect my love , I’m the one who forgot entire parts of the song. Pedro is just jealous that I didn’t slow dance with him on stage.

Pedro touched your shoulder : hey y/n ! I think it’s your turn. He watched you get up of your seat and walk towards the stage. You looked relaxed and confident. Maybe she really is a good singer he thought or maybe she’s just too tipsy to be bothered by any of this.

He followed your every step. He didn’t realize before that moment how little you were wearing tonight. Just a tiny lilac summer dress. Your legs, shoulders , cleavage , all exposed under the intense stage lights. Your dress was way too short for you to stand close to the edge of the stage. You were not that drunk, he saw you take a few steps back when you realized some creeps in the front were more than happy to look up your dress. You nodded to the host and the song began to play in the loud room.

Dreams was one of his favorite songs. He was a huge Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks fan. Normally, he would dread the moment you would open your mouth to sign his favorite lyrics , but right now he was just curious. He was hypnotized by the way you swayed your hips to the beat. Those few seconds at the beginning of the song felt like minutes to him. Right before you parted your lips to sing your first note you looked at him and winked. He felt everything squeeze inside of him, like his heart stopped. He held his breath , hoping he wouldn’t have to lie to you later and pretend he liked your voice. He felt the urge to cover his ears to avoid to deal with that possibility. But then he heard you.

🎶 Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

His body instinctively relaxed , but he had to listen more , just to be sure.

🎶 Well, who am I to keep you down?

The noise in the bar significantly went down.

🎶 It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.

- No fucking way ! That’s all Oscar could say looking at Sarah with a surprised expression in his face. Elvira was already clapping hard for you.

- Told you guys , an angel.

🎶 Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

That was his favorite lyric in the song , his jaw dropped slightly. Your voice was soft and smooth. It was definitely different from the original singer but it was beautiful. By the time your were at the chorus he was completely lost in your voice. Feeling the beat passing through the speakers and vibrating straight into his chest. The bar was quiet, everyone dropped their beer to drink at your words instead.

~Maybe he likes karaoke he thought , nooooooo, maybe he likes you. ~

It felt like he was gone for so long when you sang the last words.

🎶 Oh oh oh , you’ll know ….

The crowd went crazy when you finished. And then suddenly his feeling flipped and it felt like he didn’t really have time to enjoy your performance , it went by too fast.

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You smiled at your audience and did a little bow before exiting the stage. You were overwhelmed by the crowd’s reaction. You focused on your group of friends , walking back towards them with the biggest smile on your face. You did it , they liked it.

Elvira was the first one jumping in your arms , she was so excited.

-OMG Baby, you should sing for a living , that was amazing . I feel like I should pay you right now.

You laughed, she was exaggerating , but you were grateful for the compliment. Oscar was next, bowing before you.

- I surrender at your talent , queen of karaoke. El and I will give you our crowns.

Sarah sang proud and loud : I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!

Pedro looked at you with his big brown eyes and his bright smile and pulled you close to hug you. He whispered in your ear

- you almost made me cry.

You stayed in his arms for a while, he held you tight, his chin on your head.

The night slowly came to an end, the conversations began to be more sparse and you all agreed that it it was time to go back to your respective apartment. You went to bed feeling proud and feeling loved. You fell asleep trying to remember how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you.

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Pedro was lying in his bed , thinking about the night , about how he felt. What he felt wasn’t new to him, but it was something he didn’t feel for a long time. He didn’t let himself feel that way, he never let himself be in situation that could lead him to feeling that way. When did he let his guard down? That squishing feeling inside his stomach, he could not shake it off. He could not be in love ? It was just silly… He could not be in love just because you had the sweetest singing voice he ever heard ? That’s just stupid. He knew it wasn’t just that. Your hips, your lips, your skin, your eyes , your laugh, your smile.

- Fuck.

[fictionkinfessions]

8/31 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIP-DOP!!!! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ 🎂 Here’s a Multi-Bear giving you a CAKE!!! ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ 🎂 UH OH, NOOOOO, it’s eating the cake?!?!! BAD Multi-Bear, BAD!!!! ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤́ᆺ⃘ᵒ̴̶̷̤̀ )ິต Don’t worry, broseph, I saved you some!! (っ◔◡◔)っ 🍰 I’ll let you have the biggest piece, since I’m the nicest sister in the whoooole world!!! (>‿◠)✌Don’t spend our whole birthday holed up in your room being a LONELY DOOFUS, okay? (◔_◔) Just because I’m not there to plan us the BIGGEST and BESTEST birthday in the world with my IMPECCABLE party curator skills doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a party at ALL!! ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) Even if it’s a much less spectacular and mind-blowing of a party then normal without my amazing party-planner finésse!! (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) Pro tip: ANY party AUTOMATICALLY becomes awesome if you hire DOLPHIN BALLOON ARTISTS. You know, for having no fingers, or hands, they’re suprisingly good at it!! HIRE DOLPHIN BALLOON ARTISTS. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

For real, though, I MISS you, dumby!! It’s weird having a birthday all on my own, ya’knows?? It’s weird not being able to actually CELEBRATE because it’s technically not my actual birthday in this life. Still, I hope you’re doing okay!! Happy birthday, bro-bro.

- Mabel Pines [💫🌈🐷]

x

[madbadash]

🎵🎵🎵 Album tag game 🎵🎵🎵

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums.

🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

Now lowkey I'm cheating here because I don't really listen to albums in full and I would probably would skip at max like one song on each of these albums but I wanna participate in the game so I make the rules.

ANYWAYS thank you @bluecoolr for the tag

I will Tag @probably-a-plant-thing @bobeatspie300 @thelemoncoffee @boxtyphoon @toborusk and a cover all if you wanna do it do it!! Also these are all very low no pressure tags.

Billie Ellish- When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We All Do?

Penelope Scott-Public Void

Mother Mother-Inside

Chonny Jash-The Will Wood Power Hour

Eliza Anastasic-The Grand Relics

Billie was my number one artist on Spotify for like 2 or 3 years in a row and she hasn't left my top 5 since I started listening to her. I fucking LOVE ilomilo

Lyrics: So, where did you go? I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely So tell me you'll come home Even if it's just a lie

The fact I get all my music from Tiktok is showing ANYWAYS Penelope Scott has some bangin ass music. I actually associate this song with Steven, and if Bob is down and people are interested I can totally go into why.

Lyrics:You fuckers know it's all built on lies But the beast refuses to die And so I guess well neither can I

Mother Mother is the most basic gay people music but DO I CARE??? NOOOOO!!!!! I can and will add both Haylofts into Oc Playlists! Anyways this bitch got a funky rhythm and I like the way they sing. Also this is probably the album with the most skips but I make the rules I don't care I'mma put it anyways

Lyrics: I'm thinking, "Oh, my God, what a chatty creature" It just kept talking and talking and talking all around in a circle I said, "Hey, little guy, I think it's time to go now"

CHONNY I AM GONNA KISS YOU SO HARD OH MY GOD. YOU, ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS, COVERING WILL WOOD??? MY OTHER TOP ARTIST. I AM CRAZY AND DERANGED

Now I do think you should listen to both versions of Thermodynamic Lawyer but I really like the lyric changes Chonny does so do whatever you want.

Lyrics:He'll rationalize rhymes 'til the T's and the I's Are re-crossed and re-dotted to a blur Blacks out his eyes, hides the lines, flays his thighs 'Til the-, they think that "he" is their "her"

Ok ok now hear me out. Hear me out here I know it's fucking weird but listen to me. Hear me the fuck out.

This is a fan-Album based on the Podcast The Adventure Zone Balance. Everyone should listen to Balance. It's a funny DND podcast. It is earnest, and stupid and funny and it has made me cry and if you don't have 69 hours to throw to this podcast (with the first 6 episodes being a bit rough as it's their first time playing) I HIGHLY recommend listening to their Current Arc: Vs Dracula. They all know what they're doing and they're doing it hilariously

Rant over. These songs are based on 7 magical objects that are collected by our main characters. These songs also include some clips from the podcast. I'm gonna rec the first one because its the least spoiler-y.

Lyrics: I'm a weapon of mass destruction That can literally fit on your hand So what are you waiting for? I'm thralling as hard as I can Go ahead and put me on- Gloves do not have long attention spans!

[brandogenius]

I don’t mean to bother you but whenever you get a chance I can’t wait to see more ya and phoebe content I miss them so much! much love !

ofc!!! something different today!

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - phoebe & younger artist - record store day

- phoebe bringing ya to their first record store day!! i mean phoebe is R E A D Y. id like to say phoebe knows a lot about RSD so when ya said they never participated / never had the chance to get the vinyls in stores phoebe was like ‘ nu uh’

- phoebe takes record store day very seriously. i’m talking like queuing up at early hours, literally camping to be first or second in line. bringing ya with them would be easy.

- phoebe literally collecting ya and bringing them to her house for the night before record store say “so we can go and queue together” i can just see younger artist walking into phoebes house like woah :ooo and then looks to see phoebes bags literally packed and ready.

- gear, blankets, food, water, god forbid maybe a tent too. “we want to get those limited edition vinyls ok?” pfc ya agrees because they want to as well.

- consider it a bonding session with phoebe. one of those rare moments when there’s no gigs today or tomorrow that you’re able to do whatever you want for a bit before going back to tour. ya was able to spend the small little break between legs of the tour with the boys and muna.

- honestly i can see it where they don’t even sleep 😭 they spend the night at phoebes watching tv shows, probably watching tiktok drama (those reddit parkour videos) and stayinf awake till 4am then phoebes like “lets go” and ya is like “ITS 4AM” and phoebes like “so?”

- they get ready, bo drops them off and they just set out camp. “baby’s first record store day” “shut the fuck up” “someone’s tired”

- “whatever you do. when the doors open just run. don’t look back just run- life or death situation” phoebe giving ya the run down.

- i can imagine when a line starts to form, phoebe has a sharpie in her bag and does the fan line thing where she puts a number on everyone’s hand to indicate what number everyone is in the queue (ya is 1 phoebe is 2nd)

- phoebe going like “you hungry kid? i’ll get us something to eat” and goes off god knows where and comes back with fucking donuts like :D

- honestly it’s one of the wilder / chaotic things younger artist has done with muna or the boys but they enjoy it. ya enjoys doing stuff with any of them, / being invited along to do sfuff (it totally doesn’t make them cry nooooo)

- “i’ll deck someone if they steals that muna vinyl” “i’m sure if you asked katie, she’d give you one for free” “but it’s fun to camp out and be a normal human sometimes”

- at some points some fans notice both of you and come up for photos. ya automatically taking the phone to snap a photo of the fan and phoebe until the fans like “come in the photo with us!” and ya is like me? really??? and phoebe just drags ya in like “of course silly”

- “are you cold? take my blanket, i’m not cold” and proceeds to literally shove the blanket at reader

- once the doors open and ya & phoebe get the records they want. i can see phoebe literally going to celebrate by going for brunch.

- ordering coffee and sandwiches while both ya and phoebe gush over the vinyls and the colours. “can i see it?. we can trade sometime, you give me a loan of this vinyl and i’ll give you this. consider it co- parenting”

[jariten]

May-July 2023 roundup: Favorite one-shot comps edition

its not over until I get to the one shot collections.

Flight by Minori Kimura is my first one-shot collection by her and immediately I was in love. Smart, sensitive, and very unlike anything I’ve read from her peers or anyone working today. Really looking forward to reading more so I have more to say about her style and talents

Rainy Doori no Niji by Keiko Fukuyama is not a one-shot collection but an anthology of connected stories centered around a painting that keeps changing hands. I only had a vague familiarity of Fukuyama by way of a cover of hers having caught my eye at some point but I hadn't memorized her name so this acquisition was very much something out of the manga itself. Polished and charming character art that reflects her background in anime not to mention fun and creative storytelling reminiscent of the early generations of children’s anime. Once I finished I was pretty embarrassed that I didn’t knowing anything about her at all prior to this.

Suki Desu, Kono Shoujo Manga is a 5 volume anthology that’s very special because it wasn’t curated by a group of editors but Shoujo manga artists who submitted a one-shot either someone else made or from their own career that they’re particularly proud of. And truly there were nooooo misses, it covers a 50 year time span and gave me the chance to read the works of artists I already love, were curious about, or never even heard of before. The covers are also all illustrations Chiki Ooya made specifically for the anthology series. Since a bit more than 10 years I really hope someone does a project like this again I’d love to know what the manga artist currently in the scene would pick as their favorite shoujo manga one-shot. Check its anilist page to see the full table of contents!

“GARO” “COM” is another curated anthology focusing on the very iconic and formative magazines named in the title (if you read Mitsuru Adachi and Rumiko Takahashi’s relay manga from Came The Mirror you may remember them discussing how formative both magazines were for them). Volume 1 covers the established talents who made up the initial all-stars line up in each magazine, Shirato Sampei’s Kamui Den, Tezuka’s Phoenix, Shotaro Ishinomori’s Fantasy World Jun, and Shinji Nagashima’s Fuuten are previewed along with one-shots from other stars. Whereas volume 2 features some of the breakout talents from each magazine. It was a great way to get a taste of what reading these magazines were like, although if you keep up with the alt manga that gets licensed into English you might have read most of the Garo works already (and for Garo it was a rather tame selection). Absolutely another type of anthology series I wish someone would bring back, bc I want moooooore. Check its anilist page for the full lineup!

[lilisette]

bit of a roster update since its almost the end of the year! my roster has changed a lot since and many characters have come and gone. hopefully next year i will actually make up my mind and really finalize my main 6 🫠

from top to bottom, left to right:

Aurelian (Paladin) | Selaena (Souleater)

Endymion (Berserker) | Inaenna (Slayer)

Calibourne (Paladin) | Celestina (Bard)

rip arcana, summoner, artist, destroyer, sorceress and so many other classes i deleted/benched... i will come back to you one day...

also main 6 roster evolution for this year, watch me change again with breaker under the cut 👀

i wanted to do a 5 support 1 dps gold roster at the start of the year but yeah. artist came and nuked that idea to the ground lmao. those few months were truly hell to pug on a support

this was i think a few weeks before elgacia? i had an artist prior to this screenshot actually, but she never made it to the main 6 because i didn't like her sprinkle skill and no space to take DR skill. but with the new changes coming on january i might give artist a shot again.

oh destroyer. hes so much fun to play but way too slow for me. i still do guardians on him though and hitting perfect swing is truly chefs kiss

theres a 5 month gap between this screenshot and the second one. summoner on paper is great but playing her was pure SUFFERING. idk not even the massive january buff + season 3 bozos jar can change my mind now, she felt way waaaaay too slow on MS and i dont like CO so... rip 1540 summoner i might come back to you if smilegate reworks the class again..

ngl i made a random dps just to do t3 tower cause there was nooooo way i was gonna do it on a support. originally i wanted to make a pistoleer but then i saw i need to use cursed doll and i HATE cursed doll, so i picked berserker instead. mayehm zerk is pretty fun actually and very consistent despite the negative sentiment around him.

ooh boy souleater. i dropped my first ever character (sorceress) for her and she did NOT disappoint! they were not joking when they said souleater is just a better igniter. sorceress is still nice to play dont get me wrong but souleater numbers man... its getting to me...

and heres the most recent one. rip arcana and my MC for so many of my fics... arcana is also amazing and i pull my own weight on raids dont get me wrong, its just that i have no hands to play her to the best of her ability lmao. plus the damage numbers on souleater is really getting to me, hence slayer. still not sure which engraving i want to do on her, i might actually buy 2 sets of accessories for her so i can switch whenever.

this will be my main 6 roster until maybe breaker? also not sure if want to make him yet. but definitely until smilegate announces a male mage/male delain/female paladin. also a sage class would be cool, be it dps or support. the voldis sages are great and i hope theres more lore/content about them yes i want to see mariu again dont judge me