#also this one was done in ms paint! :D

[skellyfrogs]

an old one but I still rly like it :)

[novella-november]

This isn't going to be another "you hate fanfiction!!" because very obviously you do not, but it is prompted by the discussion of branching out into original work, since it's something I often struggle with when trying to make that jump. Do you or any of your followers have any good resources on beginner worldbuilding? I really struggle with it.

Thank you!

If you check out my post where I made a "Prep Calendar" for Outline October (Which is a November-prep alternative/ supplement to Ominous October, the spooky short story event), I actually made a rather rough calendar outline of how to go about world building in advance for November;

The basic first steps for me are usually just three things:

Who are your characters

What kind of world do they live in (aka setting)

Whats your main plot/conflict?

To start worldbuilding at its lowest level, start with number one and work your way up; figure out what kind of character you'd like to write, where they live, and go from there!

Here is the prep calendar I threw together in MS paint, I definitely reccomend downloading it on desktop to actually zoom in to see what all it says lol.

And as a bonus, I will even make a fun, silly little exercise for anyone who'd like to get some practice in!

If you want to join in, grab a pen and pencil, or open up your favorite note-taking app :D

Here we go....!

Let's start out by saying that my basic concept for a character is *spins mental wheel of random ideas*....... a talking deer! 1) So now that I have decided that I want a talking deer character, now I have to decide: A) do *all*deer talk? B) Do *all* animals? C) Or is it just this one singular deer who is special? 2) If it *is* just this one singular deer who can talk, are they: D) otherwise a perfectly normal deer who just happens to be able to talk? E) Can they talk because they used to be human? F) Can they talk because they used to be an Alien or encountered Alien Tech (scifi) ? G) Can they talk because they used to be a Magical Creature or ran into a Magical Spell (fantasy) ? 3) Now you get to decide, mostly if you chose A or B from #1 but also useful for C : H) Is your story a more personal nature documentary, with realistic interactions between predators and prey? I) Is your story going to be a unique world where deer have built a society with technology and know how to defend themselves from predators? J) Is your story a unique world where all animals can talk and are equally sentient, therefore predators are revered as gods or keepers of the dead, who bring all back to the circle of life and prevent the spread of illness and disease, with older animals proudly going "to the wolves" to give their life to their brethren who consecrate the bones of the dead and keep resources plentiful? K) Or are predators the monsters in the dark, the teeth that bite, the slavering jaws that kill to live and *cannot live any other way*, so has learned not to regret? L) Or even, predators who feed from the already-dead when they can, and eat their fill of berries, nuts and fruits when they cannot, because they do not wish to take the lives of others for their own sake?

*clears throat* ahem. Drama done (can you see why I love worldbuilding) ,

go ahead and pick a letter from each of the above options, and jot them down on your paper or note-taking app.

You now have: A basic character, their backstory, and a basic setting!

From three-ish questions from a basic idea, you can spawn multiple possibilities, each of which can branch off into their own unique iterations!

Here's a few more, if you'd like to continue the exercise as further practice:

What is your deer's name?

What do they look like / what kind of deer are they? (deer of various species are found over almost the entire world, so there is tons of variety! :D )

What kind of world do they live in?

How do they interact with humans?

*are* there humans in your story?

What kind of zany or terrifying adventures would your talking deer and a human go on?

What kind of adventures would your talking deer go on with other deer or other animals?

How does your deer get along with other species?

Do they have friends from other species?

Do they have rivals from other species?

Do they have *sworn enemies* from other species?

Do they have a *love interest* from another species?

etc!

I am hoping this game/exercise is helpful, my brain being both autistic and ADHD means I am, at the drop of a hat, ready to start spouting more and more ideas sparked from a single concept at any given moment!

And yes, if you did this exercise, please feel free to use your deer character in a story, draw art of your deer character, etc!

If this exercise was helpful to you or fun, please feel free to tag any deer creations with "NovellaDeer" , I'd love to see them!

You can easily adapt this exercise to any story concept you need to worldbuild; pick what basic idea you have for a main character, and start asking yourself questions about them and their circumstances, and let yourself come up with multiple, contradicting answers for each question; the more the merrier!

After you've decided which starting answers you like the most, you can work your way down the list, asking follow-up questions, and before you know it you will have your very own original character :D

And do not feel like you need to keep your character exactly the way they start out as; characters evolve over time, and you may find yourself changing their "base" character to suit your story or to suit your tastes as you get more experienced with writing and world building!

[blae-kitta]

Dusting off my art skills to draw shitty memes. I feel like this is v much tristamp characterization of Meryl and Wolfwoods relationship...

Based on this meme (Id also below)

ID: two panel comic. The original comic has two quickly drawn characters in each other panels likely made in ms paint. In the first panel the one in the foreground with a round head has their eyebrows drawn together in an almost frown, while the speech bubble from them says "My knees hurt from sucking dick". The second character in the back ground with an oval head has a speech bubble from them that slightly overlaps the first characters, saying "WHAT WERE YOU SUCKING DICK OR SOMETHING", their expression a ":D". The second panel has the foreground character turning to look at the background character. Nothing is said and they both have ._. expressions.

In the first image, the spoof of the two panels, is done in pencil and the foreground character is replaced with Wolfwood from Trigun, his features drawn over the original style, who say the "My knees hurt from sucking dick", while the background character is replaced by Meryl, who says the "WHAT WERE YOU SUCKING DICK OR SOMETHING". Wolfwood has his cross behind and is smoking a cigarette. As a bonus beneath the second panel is a little sketch of Vash's face, giving a wink and a ':D', with a scribble of a love and peace hand sign beside him. An arrow points to him that reads 'the man who's dick is getting sucked'. They are done in the 98 anime style.

[starrysharks]

could you show a little bit of your art progression over the years? your style is absolutely magnificent btwbtw!!

sure ! i've done a similar post, but that was focused on shape language and didn't go over all of my art progression. i'll link it at the end of this post!

anyway, i started digital art around 7 years ago, but all of the art from that period is essentially lost. at that time, it was just deviantart bases and various furry/warrior cats fanart made in MS paint. while i'm not a fan of vivziepop anymore, she was a big inspiration at that time, as well as a handful of popular animation meme artists at the time. around 2019, i started making art in krita using a mouse. and later that year, i started making art in ibispaint (mostly skullgirls fanart). unfortunately, practically everything from before 2020 is lost because it was on reddit accounts that i had deleted out of cringe. don't delete your old art ever!!! i do have this piece though, made in 2020 on krita with a mouse. my main inspirations were invader zim and other cartoons.

my artstyle took a lot of dips and turns around this time. i got back into anime, and it influenced my style in a way that i think made it really ugly and bad looking. i also refused to ever flip my canvas. i think this era actually held me back. here's an example.

anyway, by 2021, i had gotten into more anime that influenced my style in a different way. i forget the exact ones, but i did watch a lot of stuff from trigger (like BNA and LWA) at the time, and also got into enstars which influenced my compositions a lot. it's also around the time that nova in her current "space astronaut bunny" concept was born. i started experimenting with backgrounds, color palletes, and colored lines, which was crucial. i look back at this era pretty fondly. though i still refused to flip my canvas :D

by 2022, my artstyle looked like this -

(this is actually from dec 2021 but like. it's still what my artstyle looked like)

i had played world's end club and rewatched panty and stocking, and it changed my brain chemistry. i decided that my artstyle would be "60% anime, 40% western cartoon", and despite some shortlived phases where i'd go for a slightly different style, i still kept it up. looking at least year's art summary, though, you can see that i broke away from that style for something more anime. and also, i hardly ever experimented with colors anymore because i was focused on character design. i'm gonna be real i think everything after july looks like absolute bootycheeks. i hate this weird single tiny dot reflection style i had going on it looks like dogwater.

after 2022, my art was in a miserable transitional period where i had zero clue what direction i wanted to go in. but despite all that, this piece in particular is crucial. because i used halftones in the background. it's foreshadowing!!!

i continued like this for a while, until the time where i decided to play around with shapes with those vocaloid big 8 drawings. people really liked the shapes that i used in that one, and i found them fun to draw. so i started exaggerating more, and after i rewatched panty and stocking for the 307492020506th time, as well as invader zim for the 2nd time, my cartoony roots came back.

and then, when my art was already steadily improving, across the spiderverse dropped, and i watched it. funnily enough afterwards i had a big art block because i was just thinking, "you need to draw if you want to work on something as big as that! improve!!!!" which kind of held me back. but after all that, i decided to take a note out of ATSV (and comic books in general)'s book and start using halftones in my work. as well as that, i started focusing on lineart way more, and tried to play around with lineweight. which brings us to present day, where my latest art pieces look like this :

i still think that my artstyle needs a lot of work. even these pieces have issues when it comes to symmetry, values, and the like. but nowadays, though my art takes far longer now (as i've abandoned special pens and just do lineart with the hard dip pen in a kind of tedious way), i'm having more fun with it than i have in years. i think halftones fit my artstyle really well, and they're a unique way to "fill up" areas. now that i pay attention to lineart, i think it makes my art feel 'fuller', at least with more depth. did i mention my inspirations for this current 'phase' of my art? :0 i've been playing a lot of muse dash lately, and my pinterest boards are always full of stuff from TWEWY and megaman. there's far more than that, but in short, i want a sharp and striking style with bright colors. i know that you said a little bit of my progression and i basically dropped a whole essay 😭 ,,, but i really like talking about art in general even if i'm not very good at it. i hope this was interesting at the very least! here's the other post also:

[wormthing]

Taking commissions for some Animal Jam items:

I've been playing Animal Jam Classic lately, and drawing in their Art Studio, and I cobbled together a wish list of random items I want. I'll draw a piece of art for you for some of those items; it doesn't specifically have to be for an in-game Masterpiece item. Check below the Read More for the list of items I'm looking for.

(And of course my commissions for $ USD are always open still!)

Please trade me at least one item off the list below in exchange for a piece of art.

Please message me about your proposed commission and what items you'd like to trade! Let me know if you want this drawn as a Masterpiece item, or if you just want a regular image file in exchange, probably done in MS Paint in a similar style above.

Give me a few days to get the drawing done!

If you want me to draw your avatar, I am not going to draw culturally insensitive items. I'll let you know if I have an issue with your proposition.

I can take payment when the art done/approved and we can trade, but I can also do half-payment up front.

If you want a Masterpiece item:

A Masterpiece Token included in the trade is appreciated, but not required.

Give the art time to be approved. If it isn't, I'll see if we can work something out.

Please keep complexity down, especially in regards to colour schemes.

Click below for my wish list! I'll cross things off as I get them (or add to it if I see stuff I really want).

Check out the Animal Jam Wiki (link) to look up these items (or other related pages). (I also said what event they were from if applicable.)

Den items:

Painter's Palette ("Let creativity fly" collection) [Got it!]

Fancy Pottery Wheel (same) [Got it!]

Cosmo plushie (2023 scavenger hunt) [Got it!]

Peck plushie (same) [Got it!]

Rare Wavy Bookshelf (2013 rare item monday) [Got it!]

Rare Giant Panda Plushie (promotional) [Got it!]

Rare Giant Tiger plushie (Lunar new year prize)

Art Camp Bead Station (2021 Art Camp collection) [Got it!]

Mira Tapestry (2017 Mira v Zios event)

Mira Banner (2017 MvZ event, not to be confused with the Beta mira banner)

Glowing Spiked Phantom (2019 box prize)

Clothing:

Phantom Beanie (2017 Fall box prize)

Slime Green skullies (2022 trick-or-treat event)

Cursed Hypno glasses (2021 spooky sale)

(I'll also take the Rare Hypno Glasses with the similar colour scheme instead!) [Got these ::-)]

Classic Werewolf mask (2022 spooky sale)

Classic Creature mask (same) [I got a bunch of spooky masks from someone!!! ::-D]

Huntress hat (this is the only members item here)

Low priority:

Any other* promotional plushies (for non-members)! I love them ::-) [*Note: I now have: Rare giant panda, Rare giant raccoon, Rare monkey]

Any Slime Green clothes (for non-members)

Non-member Halloween masks from 2022 (Classic Vampire Mask, Wicked Witch Mask)

A green spiked collar for non-members [Got it!]

My Den has other art I've done, some of which is from 2024 but some is from 2017! My username is 113457.

[pyrak049]

★ Nebula Cassiopeia ★

GRAHHHHHH THEY ARE DONE!!!!

Been working on this one on and off for like a month and I am finally free!

Their name is Nebula Cassiopeia, a 25 “earth years” alien cow using It/They/Thing/Universeself prns and they are my favourite oc rn :D

If you’ve a spare 5 mins please read abt them tysm T^T

> https://toyhou.se/26178191.nebula

Also super exciting ms paint speedpaint yippee ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Any love you can give to this art is super super appreciated thank you so much! ♡

[snowblossomreads]

Mistletoe Miracle

Summary: In where [Y/n] takes her chance in conveying how she really feels. (Prompt 5 Mistletoe and Secrets)

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x FemReader

Warning(s): age gap, one paragraph of angst at the most, and probably terrible old English dialogue but you know :D!

Word Count: 3.4K (How did that happen?)

A/N: Whoop whoop! A new story for Rickmas with the prompt secrets and mistletoe, and a new character that I've never written for! This is my first time writing for the sensitive soul that is Colonel Brandon so I hope this is alright. I also had a ball writing this apparently as the word count shocked me after I got done lol. Anyways happy reading!

[Y/n] knew that her fixation on a man a decade and a half older than her was foolish and would most definitely lead to heartbreak if she tried to pursue it. Not only that, but what would the gossip in town be like if they were to become something of an item?

Would they paint him as some sort of immoral older man preying on a younger woman and her nativity or her as a money hungry seductress? And what of her dear brother? Frankly, she believed he would have a heart attack knowing his young sister was most infatuated with someone he served with in the East Indies. 

But she couldn’t help it! For heaven��s sake, who wouldn’t fall in love with a man such as Colonel Brandon? Every time he came around to converse with her brother she couldn’t help but try to listen in as his voice was most enchanting. It was low like the faraway rumble of thunder, and so dark sounding for a man that seemed to have such a sensitive soul yet it was so soothing that she couldn’t help but be drawn to him. 

And never would he dismiss her whenever she would intrude to ask him questions ranging from his travels to literature, to how the renovations were progressing at his estate. Instead, he was patient, answering all her questions, feeding into her curiosity about everything and anything that she asked about, never once seeming annoyed by it.

He had even been so kind as to gift her an early edition of a book they had been discussing as a late birthday present when he had come to visit once and found her family celebrating.

“For you Ms.[Y/n], I hope you do not think poorly of me for not giving this to you earlier. Had I known your birthday had been the same day as my visit I would have presented it to you then.”

She was sure she had fallen absolutely and irrevocably in love with him at that moment. And oh how she could just gush all day about him if it wasn’t for the fact that other than her best friend and confidant Adeline, no one else knew of her secret adoration for the colonel. She was much too afraid to admit how she felt, fearful she would be shot down and left in tears. 

But she couldn’t hide this secret for much longer, no. Not when her parents had begun to talk even more about suitors for her as she was well past the age of living with them. So when her family received an invitation from the colonel to come and join him and some friends for an early Christmas celebration at Delaford she had almost burst at the seams.

“Oh Addie what am I to do!” [Y/n] cried desperately, laying her head on her dear friend's shoulder as they neared closer to their destination of the colonel’s estate.  “If I could simply tell him I truly feel. Even if he rejects me, at least the knowledge of my trying would comfort me if I had to wed another. But to not know, to hold it in, it has become too much I think.”

“Really it would comfort you?” Adeline questioned, her eyebrows lifting up just slightly as if she was feigning surprise before continuing with a stark, “truth be told I think you be quicker brought to tears more than anything with how much you fancy him. I still don’t understand what you see in him though [Y/n] he’s so…old.”

[Y/n] jerked back almost as if her friend had called her old and not the colonel. She felt personally offended at that as she didn’t consider Brandon old, sure he was older but definitely not old!

“He is not old! Just older, and so what? He is so wise and gentle and I bet that is what makes you assume he is old.”

“If that’s what you think.” Adeline shrugged watching as her friend swooned a little before speaking again, this time her tone taking on a much warmer and caring quality. “But truly [Y/n] if you really do adore the colonel as much as you say, which I believe you do. I would cast any caution in the wind, and speak freely, and truthfully about how you feel. You never know,” she grinned, putting a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder and nudging her gently, causing [Y/n] to smile weakly at her. “A Christmas miracle may be in store for you!”

She could hardly know how right her dear Addie would be by the end of the night as they approached their destination. 

When they had first arrived at the estate, which had been beautifully decorated with wreaths and banners and all sorts of festive things, [Y/n] couldn’t help but admire the majesty of it all as she stepped out of the little carriage they had been in onto the snow-covered ground. The place was abuzz with laughter and chatter  as people made their way inside the home and she along with her family and friend were quick to follow to escape from the cold.

As soon as they had all entered, she immediately became separated from her family, all of whom seemed to go off in different directions to schmooze and talk with the others around. Even Adeline had left her side, saying something about how the long trip there had made her peckish while shooting off to look for whatever food there was.

On her own now, it didn’t take long until [Y/n] found herself bored with the gossiping and chit chat of the party. She had even found herself being drawn into a conversation with an older plumper woman who, as friendly as she seemed, was adamant about finding ‘such a pretty little thing’ a suitable husband by the night was over.

[Y/n] who held no interest in such a match, unless it was with the person who she had funnily enough not seen the entire night, had quickly excused herself from their exchange saying that she heard her friend calling from across the way before taking her leave. Turning heel, she moved past the crowd, wandering further and further away from the main rooms where everyone was in. 

Each step brought her away from the nosy group and further into the stillness that the rest of the home contained. This was the first time she had been in such a grand estate and she couldn’t help but stop and admire just how beautiful everything was. Even the patterns on the wallpapers in the hall were eye-catching in design. 

Curious about what else was around, forgetting that it wasn’t polite to snoop around others' property, [Y/n] couldn’t help but peek into a room whose door was open and the first thing that caught her eyes were the many large and tall bookshelves that lined the walls. From her vantage point, and from the dim light coming from the fireplace she could make out the spines of many books large and small. 

How wonderful and convenient it must be to have such a vast amount of knowledge in one room! Going to take another step inside to get a better look at it, she was suddenly jumping out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder. A surprised shriek left her form and her heart felt like it had stopped as she whipped around to face the man who had been missing the entire night. Colonel Brandon. Who also seemed surprised to find the woman wandering about.

“Oh, colonel!” She sputtered out trying to find the right words for her situation of being caught roaming around where she ought not to be. He may have been a kind man but that didn’t mean she had the right to take advantage of it by meddling around where she had not been invited. “I’m so terribly sorry I didn’t mean to intrude. It’s just that I found myself having to escape from a conversation and it led me to wander about and I just couldn’t help but admire how beautiful everything is! And your library colonel it’s so wonderful, incredible really and oh my goodness I’m so sorry what am I saying I shouldn’t-”

She was going off the rails at that point, her words spewing out faster than she could think through what she was saying but before she could continue digging herself into a hole she was stopped by him.

“Ms.[Y/n],” his voice so warm, and low yet able to command her to a stop and bring her to attention. It sent a little shiver down her spine and she was glad for the dim light in hopes he didn’t see her quivering. “It is quite alright,” he murmured kindly, as he gazed at her with a relaxed expression causing her to feel a bit better. “I’m not at all upset with you and am very pleased that you find the renovations to be as wonderful as I think they are. They did take quite some time so I’m happy that there are others who would admire them.”

Giving her a sweet smile, one that had her heart, which had calmed down, begin to speed up again. [Y/n] couldn’t help but return the gesture, delighted that he didn’t seem at all mad about her roaming around. 

“Well I’m certainly glad to hear that colonel I didn’t want to ruin such a joyous night by upsetting our host. Though I,” she stopped herself correcting her word of choice and hoping he didn’t catch the slip up. “We have missed you at the gathering. I hope you haven’t had some urgent business last minute?”

She seemed to have hit the mark though as his face turned a bit apologetic at that.

“Unfortunately yes but thankfully it has been resolved you see,” he started, “I was just about to make my way to everyone in hopes no one would notice my long absence before dinner but I see you did?”

‘Of course I did, you're the reason I’m here to be honest.’

Ignoring her inner monologue as much as possible, she nodded in the affirmative trying to give him the best reassuring look.

“Well of course! I am the ever eagled eye lookout.” Her words teasing as she tried to lift the mood not wanting him to feel bad about his noticed absence. It seemed to do the trick as that gentle smile returned to his face and the little crinkles near his eyes showed up as he looked at her with a softness that had her chest constricting.

He was just so handsome, even in the dim light. And everything about him was just immaculate. Never had she held someone in such high regard. And never did she find someone so…so beautiful that every time she saw him she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“Yes you are and a very good one at that,” he chuckled, breaking her away from her thoughts about him and offering his arm up to her, “but shall we return to the others? I will make sure to rescue you from any dull conversation to make up for my tardiness. If that is alright?” 

Looking at his offered arm and then up back at him, [Y/n] realized something that she should have thought of much earlier. It was that they were alone. Utterly alone and away from the prying eyes and ears of everyone from the party. Away from her family and from her friend. Alone. 

This had a nervous lump instantly form in her throat as she acknowledged that this may be her one and only chance to talk to him alone about her feelings. About how much she adored him and hoped that maybe, just maybe there could be something more between them. And so shaking her head ‘no’ and seeing the confusion in his eyes, she spoke softly.

“Wait, colonel, just a moment. I would like to share something with you if you would allow me.”

She did her best not to let her voice waver even though she felt as if she could pass out as he dropped his arm and gazed at her puzzled about the situation. Somehow even in his confusion she couldn’t help but think about how thoughtful and gentle he looked.

“Yes of course you are always welcome to speak freely with me [Y/n]. ”

It was now or never. She had to tell him how she felt about him or she would just combust. Never had she been so glad to be alone with someone in her life. At least if he did reject her, it would be tucked away in the shadows for no one else to see. 

Taking in a deep breath, she hesitated no longer.

“Colonel Brandon,” she started clasping her hands together and nervously looking down to avoid his gaze.“ I know this may be too forward and I understand if you may find me silly for it but for these past months, years really. I have found myself to be very fond of you.”

There it was. She couldn’t even bring herself to look up at him too afraid of the expression that he might be wearing. So she didn’t and she continued to spill everything that she had been holding in. From her longing to the quiet affection that she held for him.

“At first I thought it just some sort of passing fancy when you first came to visit my brother,” she continued, not giving him an inch to speak fearing if she didn’t say everything she would hold something back. “I couldn’t take my eyes away from how handsome you were and how gentle you seemed, from the way you spoke to the look in your eyes. Everything in this world seems to interest you and it was such a wonderful feeling when you encouraged my curiosity for things as no one had done such.”  

“Little by little my affection for you has grown and I know that what I feel for you isn’t a passing fancy anymore and it wasn’t until recently when my parents spoke to me about finding a suitor that I knew I couldn’t wait anymore to share with you how I feel. Because..because.” 

Something wet seemed to hit her cheek causing her to pause and lift her hand up to it to wipe it away. As she kept wiping it seemed that her cheeks dampened quicker before she realized tears had been pouring down her face. But she didn’t stop, she just couldn’t and so finally she looked up at him with wet eyes, a tinge of guilt in her stomach at how he must feel being cornered by her.

“Because even if you reject me at least I will have known I was able to tell you and not hide away. So please forgive me if you resent me for putting you in such a position. It was never my intention but I just could no longer hide such a secret.”

If a weight was supposed to be lifted off her chest, or clarity was supposed to suddenly drape over her it didn’t. Somehow she felt worse as she stood quietly under the stunned gaze of the older man who hadn’t said one word. 

‘Of course he didn’t [Y/n] it’s not like you gave him a chance.’

The silence was absolutely deafening and it also felt like there was a silent rejection in it. And so as to not hold either of them hostage to her feelings anymore, and to quickly get away so she could cry in peace somewhere, she just gave him a little apologetic smile that she hoped said ‘I understand’.

“I guess we should be going, right? I’m sure everyone will be wondering.” She laughed awkwardly side stepping him from underneath the door frame trying to escape the soul crushing reality of his rejection.

It shouldn’t have been surprising really. Who did she think she was that such an important person, such a regal, intelligent, and sensitive man like him, would have looked at her with the same affection she held? She should have known better and it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, but it did.

And she was ready to run away and had even started to do so, before she felt herself being pulled back and spun around to face him. All of it had happened so quickly that when she had registered what was going on there were already a pair of soft, warm lips upon hers.

His hands were wrapped tightly around her upper body as one of them slid to the base of her neck to stroke the sensitive skin there. He was kissing her. The man who she would wait for to visit just to be in his presence, the man who was just so gentle and patient with her.

The man who she most fervently adored. He was kissing her! And she absolutely melted into his arms. Kissing him back with the passion that had been burning deep inside her for him. They clung to each other tightly, lips pressing against one another over and over until one had to pull away to breathe due to the suffocating passion.

“Forgive me for not saying anything,” he murmured as they parted a little, noses still brushing against either as he went to peck her lips once more before continuing, “you must understand how shocked I was to hear that the person I’ve also been so fond of felt the same that it was hard for me to realize what I was hearing.”

“Colonel-.”

“Christopher my sweet,” he corrected gently, unwinding his hands from around her so that he could stroke her cheek.

“Christopher,” his name rolled off her tongue with such ease and it felt like music to both of their ears as she leaned into his comforting touch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered up at him with questioning eyes. “All along I’ve been afraid that you would reject me, yet you also held feelings for me?”

“Because not once did I think I was a suitable match for you,” he confessed which brought a frown to [Y/n]’s face as she couldn’t think of anyone else who was perfect for her. He saw this and could only give her a sad smile as a response before continuing. 

“You have so much of your life ahead of you and I did not want to put you in such an uncomfortable position. Yet just as you, I found it difficult with each visit to not become fond of you, and in time the fondness grew more and more until I could not bear the thought of you being with another.”

Hearing his words, and seeing the sincere look in his eyes only had her swooning more and more. He loved her. He actually loved her and she felt over the moon knowing this. Knowing that such a perfect being like him would adore her as she adored him oh it was so good so wonderful she felt like she could burst with joy!

“Oh Christoper,” she sighed out, finally leaning up to kiss his lips softly and murmuring. “How are you so wonderful? So perfect?” 

He shook his head ‘no’, as they pulled away his warm smile returning as he offered her arm once more, this time with her taking it and beaming back up at him.

“No I am none of those things, but you my sweet, my darling, you are all those and more.” 

‘Goodness gracious can he be any sweeter!’

Her mind was an absolute happy mess at the moment looking up at him and it was only when he asked,

“Shall we rejoin everyone now?”

That she snapped out of it and answered him with a very enthused,

“We shall.”

Before walking away though something swinging above the doorframe of the library caught [Y/n]’s eyes and she turned to give it a look. Noticing her pause the colonel turned with her to look and couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his lips.

“Mistletoe, how wonderfully placed,” [Y/n] giggled looking back up at her love who looked down at her with an equally warm look.

“Indeed very wonderfully placed,” he spoke before leaning down and pressing the most tender kiss against her lips.

A/N: Yall the way I wrote this last night like it was an essay due at 11:59pm and I had procrastinated 🤣. This is why I can't do events because life keeps smacking me but I'm like I wanna write.

ANYWAYS let me know if you all enjoyed it and of course, thank you for stopping in to read it!!! See you guys on the next prompt I'll write for ( I hope lol?) ❤❤❤🥰

[doubleddenden]

Well, my first sprite and fakemon in months. At first I was kind of frustrated, but then I started to mess with shapes and found some neat ideas. This was 100% done in MS Paint, with only a Pikachu sprite sampled for colors. I am a bit out of practice, but I do like how it turned out.

Behold, the first Armor Evolution ever made for my Sorigul region: Denkichu.

Onto the dex entry below-

Denkichu, The Loyal Lightning Pokemon Type: Electric/Steel

Ability: Spark Step- Moves that cause Recoil Damage will HEAL instead of taking damage. Heals more the higher Friendship you have.

Signature Move: Volt Tackle, Iron Tail

Evolution Method: Armor of Loyalty Given to Pichu, Pikachu, or Raichu. Must have at least SOME friendship with them.

Stat spread: Lower Sp Atk and defenses, higher speed and attack.

The first scientifically documented Armor Evolution, the phenomena rather recently discovered in the Sorigul region. Any of the Pikachu family given this armor seem to actually get stronger the more friendly they are with their trainers- As cliche as it seems, the power of friendship is quantified into physical energy in this Pokemon. The stronger the Pokemon before, the stronger the Armor Evolution when obtained.

Denkichu's speed far exceeds the rest of its kind, and it gains a tremendous boost to close range attacks while losing durability and long range attacks. It can easily reach 100 miles per hour and can use its tail to slice trees with ease. Yet despite its power, it is reliant on the bond it shares with others, and as a result is extremely kind and loyal.

An updated explanation to how Armor Evolution works below:

Throughout the Sorigul region (based on the Gulf US coastal states), you can find certain pieces of armor that can be used on a Pokemon to trigger an evolution- However, this evolution can be reversed, and can be used on any Pokemon within the associated Pokemon's lines. Armor Pokemon, when evolved, take the Base Stat Total of the next Pokemon in line, or simply rearrange the established BST of fully evolved Pokemon to fit a different strategy or movepool. Upon gaining a new type, they gain access to TMs or tutors matching that type, but any move they learn while in Armor mode will be removed upon de-volving. They also do not level up while evolved, but the EXP accrued will be given back to the base Pokemon once the evolution is reversed (Picture how Shadow Pokemon work).

Some Pokemon can have more than one Armor Evolution- the Pikachu line will actually have 3 including Denkichu. Some can share the SAME Armor Evolutions with each other if they are similar enough (Such as Pinsir and Heracross), and can also use the SAME armor for different Pokemon- although, only 1 Pokemon at a time can use a particular set of Armor in any 1 party. Items can still be equipped to the Pokemon as normal, although other gimmicks such as Mega Evolutions, Z moves, or Terrastilization will fail. An example here: Denkichu can evolve from Pichu, Pikachu, or Raichu when the armor is used on them from the bag- sort of like a Thunder Stone, except the item isn't used up after and has their own pockets. Pichu evolved into Denkichu will have the same BST as a Pikachu, and a Pikachu will have that for Raichu, but Raichu's BST will remain the same and instead simply retool its stats towards a speedy, frail, physical attacker.

And yes, it is inspired by Armor Digivolving from Digimon- its cool, fight me. A big thank you to Pragmajik and KarnEX from youtube for giving me the idea from their Pokemon Armor Evolving videos. I'm still deciding Armor types, but the idea for this one is Loyalty- there's an embllem on Denkichu's forehead that looks like a :D face- intentionally done, as they are a rather friendly bunch. Their power increases with Friendship.

Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, Game Freak, and The Pokemon Company, this is fan art so put away your lawyers. I got dust bunnies in my wallet anyway.

Denkichu is my creation, and I would prefer not to see it in fakemon games without my express permission. Someday I'd like to revisit to either fix up the sprite or even get official art work commissioned, but for now this is mine.

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Hello and congratulations on so many followers! Your art is always so interesting to look at, you deserve them :D

And as for the ask, I noticed that you use a lot of cool effects and colors in your works. What applications do you use, if any? For editing, making the gifs, or even for drawing? Sorry if you've answered this somewhere else, Im just curious (o^◡^o)

Oh! No problem at all! I have not actually been asked this yet and I am happy to answer! As for my process, it's a mix of differing things. For one, I use Clip Studio Paint, occasionally drawing in MS Paint and bringing it to CSP to edit. Or, I just use MS Paint in general though, honestly, though I call it MS Paint, it's actually just Paint on my computer. It's got layers and everything which is pretty cool so calling it MS Paint is a stretch. It was MS Paint at some point though. My computer updated a while back which is why it's all different. Here's what it looks like btw. Opened some layers up for demonstration.

I mostly do a lot with multiply layers and just mess around with them, sometimes going to the Edit menu in CSP, Tonal Correction, and then Color Balance. I usually do that after I'm done with a piece and I wanna give some harmony. Also, before I forget, I use CSP for my gifs. Since I have Pro I think and not Ex though, I cannot make BIG animations. I am limited with gifs. Another thing I will mention is that I got CSP via a disk online if that helps! I do not remember the price as I did not buy it myself. Got CSP when I was a kid still like... dang. Think it was sometime in 2016 though I genuinely don't remember. As for actual art advice, one big trick I've been using is having a light opacity layer of grain over my pieces which can help the colors not be too bright or just add some nice texture. I also just try and use textured brushes sometimes both for line art and shading. I just go to Filter on the top right here, Render -> Perlin Noise, move it all the way to the left

Then, I lower the opacity of it to my choosing, usually to 15% or 25%. It all depends on the exact vibe I'm going for it and I try not to give myself TOO set of rules for certain things

Also, since I might as well, I have two-ish ways of shading. First one is just picking a color in the color wheel, coloring with that, and having it be on a multiply layer, sometimes in a light opacity to ensure it's not too bright. A newer way I shade now is to use the base color, make it a bit darker, going a bit in a diagonal way on the color wheel, and then coloring like that. This shall be the example in which I will demonstrate by shading Byakuya's hair over here. Also, I don't usually isolate the shading subject in question with the little magic wand tool. I sometimes do it just for skin to ensure I'm getting the red undertones of the skin in that specific area only

Here's the color wheel before and after

I like to try and move the wheel a bit to the left to add some variety For the pen, I like to just use the standard pencil brush though I also mix it up a bit now and again

And here it is roughly shaded to the right side.

Another thing of note is that, as of recently, been playing around with adding these TV lines.

Just kinda went and typed "TV lines" in a search engine, put it into CSP, lower the opacity, and play around with blending modes. Here's an example I did for a more recent piece.

Hope this was useful. Prob forgot a few things but I tried to make it understandable. Plus, I'm still learning too on the things I do with my art. It's always good to innovate now and again :D But yeah. Hope this made sense. Kinda went a bit all over the place

[starkcanvas]

Welp, I was planning on getting this done before it hit midnight for me but now I guess this counts as my first 2023 art xD

Wanted to make a piece dedicated to 2 of my most fav indies from the previous year but this works out too lol

Obviously we have Omori from OMORI. But we also have Skul or “Little Bone” from Skul: The Hero Slayer which I highly recommend especially since there’s a new update coming out on Jan. 19th :D

Each one is drawn like their game’s artstyle. Omori was drawn with my 6B Pencil brush, while Skul was done with my MS Paint ones since it’s nothing but pixel art ^^

[julysn]

what’s your eta? || 03: kissing a fool

ship: kyle broflovski x fem!reader

synopsis: Y/N finds herself on a park bench, soaking in the rays of sunlight. Kyle finds himself having to accompany Ike to the park. Cartman finds himself walking down the snow-covered sidewalk, looking for someone to help him escape from his troubles and worries. Tolkien finds himself at his front door, answering a knock he never knew he dreaded.

Would unintentionally adding gasoline to an already raging wildfire save the environment, or would it destroy it even more?

wc: ≈ 3330

everyone's in high school, canon divergence, based off of s21 e7 (doubling down), y/n is NOT heidi turner. slightly ooc, whatever.

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notes: FINALLY POSTING IT TO TUMBLR HELL YEAH also i designed the logo myself it took me an hour so um. never doing that shit again

You sat there, on a bench, watching lazily as Soleil sat on the playground swings with her friends and Dallas went to play basketball. Your parents had asked you to take your two siblings outside, because, apparently, as your mom had put it, they needed some vitamin D.

So there you were, just basking in the sunlight and letting the cool Colorado breeze brush against your cheeks. Soft clouds dotted the sky like paint on a canvas, making for a rather nostalgic sight.

It reminded you of your childhood, when times were funner and you were still in elementary. You thought back to your memories fondly, smiling lightly at the memory of Wendy and a few Iraqis shooting your fourth-grade substitute teacher, Ms. Ellen into the sun. Though a bit harsh, the memory was actually a bit amusing and you let out a soft chuckle as the story replayed in your head

There were even more memories you wanted to reminisce about, but something else was on your mind.

That very thought was the extremely fresh break-up between you and Eric Cartman. It had happened the night prior, and now you were wondering how you would face him at school that following Monday. Thank god it was Saturday so you’d have a chance to try and avoid him.

Of course, you weren’t completely safe.

There was always the possibility of him coming to your house and waiting for you outside, or, even worse, knocking on the door and witnessing him bothering and pestering your family in trying to get them to ask you if you’d ever get back with him. It was quite the specific scenario, but it had happened before and he had done it to you multiple times in the past.

That wouldn’t happen, you were sure of it. Your tactic of avoiding him like the plague and making yourself unrecognizable had seemingly worked, due to the fact that you were wearing a mask and you had one of Soleil’s wigs on.

“Y/N, is that you?” A familiar voice broke through your thoughts, interrupting the quiet cloud of tranquility you had surrounded yourself with.

Your ears filled back with the noises of a basketball dribbling against the pavement and young kids playing on the playground, as you tilted your head upwards to meet the eyes of the one who was speaking to you.

“.. Oh. Hey, Kyle.” You smiled gently, taking the mask off and tossing it into a nearby trashcan, deciding to ditch your corny disguise. Even if Eric did find you, there was a pretty low chance that he would try anything to get back with you in front of Kyle. You felt pretty safe. “Hold on.”

You sped-walked over to where Soleil was, taking the tacky wig off of your head and tossing it playfully at her and her friends. Before you could witness her reaction, you quickly sped back to where Kyle stood, giving him a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“Were you trying to avoid Cartman?” He laughs, and it was genuinely one of the sweetest sounds you’ve heard in a long time—or, ever. His laugh wasn’t filled with any sort of vitriol or mockery, no, he was actually laughing at your attempts to hide from your now ex-boyfriend. And it felt nice, having a guy laugh at you without a glint of distaste and hate in his eyes.

“Obviously.” You smile back, playfully nudging him as you pull your mask off and toss it into a nearby trash bin. The two of you bickered for a moment, bursting into laughter afterward as you both collapsed down onto the bench you were just sitting on minutes before. “So, why are you out here?”

“My little brother’s playing basketball with his friends, hockey rink was closed.” Kyle answers, jerking his thumb back to point over at one of the guys on the basketball court. The boy he was pointing at was a young, black-haired teen who looked as if he was around Dallas’s age. Soft, light freckles peppered his cheeks like stars filling the voids of space, and he had beady dark eyes that had depths to them like no other.

“Same.” You smiled, pointing over to your brother as he shot a hoop. You quickly realized that the two of your siblings were friends, and a thought struck. If I ever wanted to hang out with him, I could just drag my brother along as an excuse.

You brushed away those thoughts, sighing softly. Those were irrelevant and random, you didn’t like him. You did not have a crush on Kyle Broflovski. You reaffirmed and reaffirmed that thought endlessly until it was etched into your memories. You couldn’t fall for someone new yet. You had just broken up with your now ex-boyfriend.

“You doing alright?” Kyle asks softly, his voice causing your train of thought to come to an immediate halt as you nod and give him a sheepish smile.

“Just processing.” You reply, yawning and stretching your arms out as the rays of sunlight illuminate your skin and give you an ethereal glow. You had been feeling prettier ever since you sent that break-up text, but that was most likely just a placebo effect.

“Yeah, I get it.” The curlyhead shoots you a reassuring smile, shoving his hands into his pockets as the two of you slowly began to walk along the trail. Delicate, beautiful flowers greeted your eyes as you moved along, and the greenery of nature was quite pleasant to lay your eyes upon.

The noises of various cars passing by and the sound of children playing around on the grass faded into the back of your mind as a soft, almost unnoticeable smile graced your lips. For the first time in a while, you felt at peace, as if chaos and despair was no more in your life.

Because you genuinely felt that way.

Yes, it had only been about a day since you ended it off with Eric Cartman. But would it be so wrong to say that you were having the time of your life? Your dad had made your favorite breakfast that morning, your siblings were acting sweeter than usual (of course, it could probably just be the fact that they found out you were now free from Eric’s grasp), and overall, you felt more relaxed and calm.

The soft, chilly Colorado breeze brushed against your cheeks, causing you to shiver and tremble slightly as you sighed and rubbed your hands. I should’ve worn more than just sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Kyle quickly took notice of this as he eyed you in his peripheral, glancing over with worry. “Cold?”

“Yeah.” You nodded sheepishly, averting your eyes from his gaze as you looked down and acted as if rubbing your hands together was the most interesting and entertaining thing in the world.

“Well, you’re only wearing sweats.” He chuckles lightly, but shrugs his jacket off of his shoulders and wraps it around yours, giving you an embrace of comfort and warmth instead of actually hugging you. It’d be very awkward if he did, and still, he was your ex’s best friend! You couldn’t do that, right?

However, the back of your mind attempted to justify such fantasies. Firstly, Eric Cartman was horrible, and it’d be more of a gift to society if you did something remotely bad to him. Secondly, he barely even hugged you when the two of you were dating. You were the one to have to initiate hugs, and even then, he had only hugged back around five times.

Five was a very generous overstatement.

You sighed, your breath carrying away your thoughts as it traveled through the breeze and away from your mind. You should just savor the moment of tranquility and peace, because you knew Eric wouldn’t let up once you both were at school. You had to block his and his mother’s phone number because he couldn’t stop spam-texting and calling you, begging for you to come back to him.

“School’s gonna be miserable for me now.” You chuckle dryly, trying to force out the mental images of Eric and his attempts to get back with you during class. If he does anything like cling to my leg or try to kiss me in front of everyone, I’m gonna kill myse—

“Just.. stay safe, alright?” Kyle just sighs, running a hand through his tousled curls as he yawned and cracked his knuckles. “We know how he is.”

You chuckled, crossing your arms as the two of you descended down the path. “I’m gonna jump out of a window if he tries anything during lunch.”

He laughs softly at your little joke, finding your attempts to lighten the mood quite amusing, yet his eyes were still filled with concern. He tentatively reached out, taking one of your hands into his and squeezing it lightly. “Make sure he doesn’t get to your head.”

��?

A blizzard blanketed the small mountain town of South Park as soft snowflakes flowed down to the ground, giving everything a wintery glow.

Eric Cartman stepped down the chilly streets, tears streaming down his cheeks as he slowly wrapped his blanket tighter around his frame. Did he feel genuine sadness after the breakup? If he was being completely, completely honest, yes. It did hurt. Just a little, not enough to destroy him but enough to sting.

The break-up text was sudden and unexpected, and every asinine statement she had sent him sunk into his veins. It was all her fault, all Y/N L/N. What had he done to deserve this? He was the sweetest, kindest boyfriend to ever grace this earth, and suddenly, she leaves? It was true love, pure endearment, infatuation, wasn’t it?

The way Y/N gazed at him while they were on their dates, the way she protected and took care of him, the way she would relentlessly shield him from ridicule.. and now, she just got up and left? How dare she!

He sighed, the snow crunching underneath his feet as he descended the chilly streets. Cars passing had just assumed that he was aimlessly wandering, taking a walk to calm himself down as they noticed his tear-streaked cheeks, but in reality, he was heading to someone’s house.

Cartman shivers a little, tightening the embrace of the plush blanket as he cursed under his breath and treaded through the treacherous terrain (which was just a feet of snow). He saw the faint lights of a very familiar mansion in the distance, one he knew he could seek asylum in, even if he was trying to seek asylum from his own worries and troubles.

He finds himself at the front door of Tolkien Black’s house, or, rather, mansion, ringing the doorbell and pouting softly as he sobbed.

A few seconds later, footsteps approached the foyer and the door swung open, revealing Tolkien just standing there in sweats and a tank top. A look of pure, unfiltered annoyance sat on his face as he took in the scene.

Cartman was covered in snow, wearing thin pants and a hoodie that could barely protect him from the chills of the Colorado mountains. Cold tears ran down his (probably) frozen cheeks, and an aura of sadness flowed from his consciousness. “Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y/N…”

This words were strained and slurred, voice broken with emotions as his hands tightened their grip on the blanket that was wrapped around his torso. He whimpered softly, a small little pout forming on his dry lips.

Tolkien rolls his eyes, heaving a sigh as he shut the door in his face. He walked away, thinking that Cartman would simply leave, but of course, he repeatedly slammed his finger against the doorbell, hoping that the door would be opened once more.

“What the hell do you want?” Tolkien crossed his arms, ignoring the soft sobs and whimpers of the boy before him.

“Y-Y-Y/N broke up with me…” Cartman sniffled, shivering as his tears fell from his cheeks to the blanket that he covered himself with. He looked up from his feet to meet the other boy’s eyes, ignoring the obvious vexation that was reflected.

“... So?”

“I have nothing now, Tolkien. She was my whole world. My everything. Can- can I just stay here with you, please?” Cartman whimpered, clasping his hands together as he gave him a pleading look.

With each and every passing second, Tolkien became increasingly annoyed with the sheer presence of Cartman alone. It wasn’t his problem that Y/N left, so frankly, why should he care?

“What!? Why!? You still have a house!” Tolkien exclaimed, running a hand through his black hair as he rolled his eyes, his hand latching onto the doorknob and gripping it tightly. He was extremely close to slamming the door shut in his face again.

“I know how you feel now, Tolkien - to be pissed off at the world. To feel completely screwed over by society. I totally get it now. I wanna do what you guys do.. like go disrespect the flag and flip over cars and stuff.”

Tolkien slammed the door shut again, causing some warm air to waft into Cartman’s face. Just as he turned around to go back up to his room, the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. Cartman continuously rang the doorbell, trying to get Tolkien to open the door—which he did. He heaved a sigh and turned back around, answering the door for what he hoped would be the last time.

“Tolkien, pleeease! I'm sorry! I really am! Pleeeeeaaaas-” Cartman whined, a small pout laying on his lips. Snowflakes drifted down to the ground behind him, chills crawling down his spine from the weather he was subjecting himself to. Yes, he could’ve stayed home and let his mother pamper him as he cried, but that was just so not fun.

“Get outta here!” Tolkien groaned, rubbing his eyes in annoyance as he suddenly felt the presence of one of his family members behind him. He tilted his head slightly, seeing his mother, Linda appeared, blinking in confusion at the sight before her. A boy who had also attended SPHS with her son was standing there, sobbing miserably in the snow, while Tolkien just watched and gleamed in the comfort of the warm foyer.

“What’s going on?” She questions, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow as the cold air breezed into her face and brushed against her cheeks.

“... Nothing, mom.” Tolkien sighed, uncrossing his arms and shoving his hands in his pockets as he glared at the shivering boy. Cartman was still on his front porch, holding onto the blanket tightly as he pouted again.

“Y/N broke up with me..” Cartman said, forcing his voice to be more obnoxious than ever. He stretched the end of his sentence out, his words sounding more of like a whine, causing Tolkien to grow even more annoyed.

“Tolkien, he’s freezing.” Linda sighed, turning away from her son. She ignored how Tolkien’s fingers dug into the doorknob; brushing off the sheer anger in his eyes. “Come in.”

…?

Annoyance.

Annoyance was the one word that could perfectly describe how Tolkien really felt in that moment. He felt vexed, like the universe had turned on him and put him into a horrible situation, as revenge for something. Here he was, having a perfectly normal and relaxed evening when all of a sudden, Eric Cartman just had to turn up at his door, crying and sniffling over Heidi, and his mother just had to sympathize and let him inside.

The Black family (and their guest) was inside the dining room, all eating dinner like usual. Linda had prepared soup, and Cartman was grateful for the generous treatment. Somewhat grateful. You could never be certain with someone like him.

Tolkien sighed, and turned his head to look out of the window, admiring the night sky before him. The gorgeous white snowflakes continued to pour from the sky, adding layers upon layers to the soft blanket of snow that gently covered the town. The sight outside was beautiful, streetlights glowing brightly in the dark, cloudy atmosphere that the snowstorm was causing. The warmth of the interior lights of everyone’s homes heavily contrasted the starless, cloudy sky that overlooked the milky-white ground.

“Are you guys almost done with the soup?” Cartman asked, his words cutting through the awkward silence as he looked up from his soup bowl. The peaceful, quiet dinner had now been interrupted due to his words. Hell, dinner wasn’t even peaceful—with him around. He had been quietly sobbing throughout the meal, the heartache beginning to affect other parts of him.

“... Don’t you like it, Eric?” Linda raises an eyebrow.

“Well yeah, no, it's great. It's just- well, what time do you guys usually go out and disrespect the flag and stuff?” He asks, tilting his head.

The three family members all looked at each other in confusion, before Tolkien’s dad, Steve Black, spoke up.

“... What?” Steve asked in bewilderment, his expression filled with genuine disbelief. He lowered his utensils, his mind trying to comprehend what the boy was saying. What the hell is this kid talking about?

Cartman gasped, before beginning to speak once more. “Don’t tell me… did you guys already disrespect the flag and flip over cars? Did I miss it?”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, the gears in his brain turning and twisting as he tried to comprehend exactly what Cartman was talking about.

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone tried desperately to figure out what the hell Cartman was saying, before Tolkien interjected into the conversation.

“... I told you not to let him in-”

“Please! I don't know what to do with all this anger and hurt!” Cartman whined, rubbing his eyes for dramatic effect. Tolkien rolled his eyes in annoyance, and turned away to look out of the window — admiring the gorgeous white sheet of snow that covered the land around his home.

“I'm sorry your girlfriend broke up with you, Eric, but maybe you'll get back together. Maybe she still loves you.” Linda spoke softly, in an attempt to comfort the poor boy. Her reassuring tone was enough to calm Cartman a bit, yet he still felt feelings of anguish and despair.

“No, no, we've broken up before, but this time it's different. I can tell. Something's changed with her. She won't even answer my phone calls.” Cartman pouted, tuning his voice to a higher pitch for sympathy. Curiosity began to brew up around the two parents, and Steve decided to pry in a little.

“If you don’t mind me asking… who’s your girlfriend?”

Cartman looked up from his now-empty soup bowl, and let out a deep, sad sigh as he began to answer the question. “Y/N..”

“Y/N? Y/N L/N? Like, the L/N’s daughter?” Steve raised an eyebrow, his lips parting slightly as he went lost in thought. He swore he saw that girl with someone while he was driving to the store.. it couldn’t have been her, right? Maybe it was someone else who looked like her. Or maybe she had a twin sister..?

“Yeah..” Cartman sighed again, another wave of sadness hitting him as he answered Steve’s question. He didn’t know why he had been asked that, but it didn’t matter to him. The only thing that mattered was the fact that she was gone. Y/N had left.

“I thought she was with Kyle Broflovski. I saw them holding hands at the park earlier.”

[rjalker]

[ID: Two digital drawings showing original designs for the narrator of the book Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, drawin against a dark grey background. There are two versions of Arthur Square in each drawing, one is a square, with a single eye, and simple internal organs, with short cillia / hairsalong his outer edge. The second version is more humanoid but still 2D, with two arms and legs. In the first drawing he is wearing a simple white shirt with a red tie and brown pants. In the second he is not wearing any clothes, showing simpleinternal organs. End ID.]

(please copy and paste the ID into the original post, it should go below the images, but above the 2nd caption. Feel free to edit it to fix any mistakes or add in details I missed. Image descriptions are in short, the equivalent of subtitles for blind people)

If the original novel is too difficult to understand, you can always try my 2024 translation, which is even here on tumblr: @flatland-a-2024-translation. I'm also writing a detailed summary to condense it all to the most importaint details but that's not done yet.

And thank you for making an original design :D And rest assured -- the novel does not give us any details about their anatomy, besides the fact that they have a single eye which doubles as their mouth, and that they have stomachs. The rest is up entirely for whatever you want to do, and you don't even have to stick with that! That's the beauty of the public domain!

also, if you like making humanoid designs, you may be pleased to hear that these designs can also be used in the Flatland setting, just in a different area. (they'd need gravity to pull them "down" and a surface to walk on, rather than swimming/flying like regular geometric Flatlanders do)

edit: like this

[ID: An MS Paint drawing showing a disk labeled Flatland. It has two layers visible, a larger outer layer, and a smaller central core, labeled, "gravity pulls to here", with arrows on all four sides pointing to it, each labeled "gravity'. A stick figure with a square head stands on the outside of this, labeled, "walks on the surface of the core", and a square is in the outer area with a dotted line behind it to show movement, labeled, "swims / flies in the less dense outer area". Outside this layer is text that reads, "here be dragons, aka we just don't know what's out here. could be anything!". Next to this is the same image of flatland now flipped to show it from an angle, while the area above it is labeled, "Spaceland", with a sphere looking down. End ID.]

so if you wanted, you could have both those versions of Arthur Square be separate characters, who just exist in different regions of Flatland. You don't have to though, I just think it's a fun idea.

Since Ladd Ehlinger (creator of flatland 2007 movie) is a piece of DIRT i made my own ARTHUR SQUARE 😈🤬🤬

I'm still currently reading the book (stuck on like the 4th page) so it might be off (but who CARE) bruh this ain't arthur squer 😂😂 a sphere (spherius) coming soon

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Happy birthday!! And nice art!! :)

3 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#3

🎵 Under the surface

🎵 Was Hercules ever like "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus"?

🎵 Under the surface

🎵 I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

I made art of @agitatedghost ‘s character Ares and my character Ceci, inspired by a screencap from Encanto. This song (and whole movie, let's be honest) is just amazing.

Here's AG's post with more fanart of these two in an Encanto scene!

Some progress pics and close ups are under the cut :)

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6 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

#2

🎵 Trapped in your world where you're burning in my eyes

You're like a shadow that never hides

I'm stuck in parallel worlds, it's something supernatural

It wont let me go

It's paranormal and no one else believes me

I feel so alone again 🎵

-Parallel Worlds by Elliot Minor

This is a redraw of really old fanart for an event on the DP artists discord server! :D The old one (from 2016 when I first entered the phandom... and still used MS paint... gross xD) is under the cut. Pretty crazy what 6 years can do, huh?

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62 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Invisobang art time! :D

This is a piece for @punchspeedchunk 's fic Growing Pains! It's a sequel to their amazing fic Coming of Age so check that out too! See their tumblr post here

Go check out my fellow artist @i-think-in-metaphors post here!

Special thanks to @invisobang for organizing this great event!

More of my silly words and an additional sketch I did for the fic under the cut :)

Second invisobang done! This year has been pretty hectic. I ended up switching fics more than halfway through the event, so it was kind of a struggle to get anything done near the end lol. I still had fun though, and I really enjoyed getting to talk to a lot of other folks in the phandom!

(I also have an unfinished sketch from my first fic I might finish and post later on because I liked it)

Anyway here's a sketch of another scene from Growing Pains!

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92 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[somerabbitholes]

Essays

Here’s a (non-exhaustive) list of essays I like/find interesting/are food for thought; I’ve tried to sort them as much as possible. The starred (*) ones are those I especially love

also quick note: some of these links, especially the ones that are from books/anthologies redirect you to libgen or scihub, and if that doesn’t work for you, do message me; I’d be happy to send them across!

Literature + Writing

Godot Comes to Sarajevo - Susan Sontag

The Strangeness of Grief - V. S. Naipaul*

Memories of V. S. Naipaul - Paul Theroux*

A Rainy Day with Ruskin Bond - Mayank Austen Soofi

How Albert Camus Faced History - Adam Gopnik

Listen, Bro - Jo Livingstone

Rachel Cusk Gut-Renovates the Novel - Judith Thurman

Lost in Translation: What the First Line of “The Stranger” Should Be - Ryan Bloom

The Duke in His Domain - Truman Capote*

The Cult of Donna Tartt: Themes and Strategies in The Secret History - Ana Rita Catalão Guedes

Never Do That to a Book - Anne Fadiman*

Affecting Anger: Ideologies of Community Mobilisation in Early Hindi Novel - Rohan Chauhan*

Why I Write - George Orwell*

Rimbaud and Patti Smith: Style as Social Deviance - Carrie Jaurès Noland*

Art + Photography (+ Aesthetics)

Looking at War - Susan Sontag*

Love, sex, art, and death - Nan Goldin, David Wojnarowicz

Lyons, Szarkowski, and the Perception of Photography - Anne Wilkes Tucker

The Feminist Critique of Art History - Thalia Gouma-Peterson, Patricia Mathews

In Plato's Cave - Susan Sontag*

On reproduction of art (Chapter 1, Ways of Seeing) - John Berger*

On nudity and women in art (Chapter 3, Ways of Seeing) - John Berger*

Kalighat Paintings  - Sharmishtha Chaudhuri

Daydreams and Fragments: On How We Retrieve Images From the Past -  Maël Renouard

Arthur Rimbaud: the Aesthetics of Intoxication - Enid Rhodes Peschel

Cities

Tragic Fable of Mumbai Mills - Gyan Prakash

Whose Bandra is it? - Dustin Silgardo*

Timur's Registan: noblest public square in the world? - Srinath Perur

The first Starbucks coffee shop, Seattle - Colin Marshall*

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, Mumbai's iconic railway station - Srinath Perur

From London to Mumbai and Back Again: Gentrification and Public Policy in Comparative Perspective -  Andrew Harris

The Limits of "White Town" in Colonial Calcutta - Swati Chattopadhyay

The Metropolis and Mental Life - Georg Simmel

Colonial Policy and the Culture of Immigration: Citing the Social History of Varanasi - Vinod Kumar, Shiv Narayan

A Caribbean Creole Capital: Kingston, Jamaica - Coln G. Clarke (from Colonial Cities by Robert Ross, Gerard J. Telkamp

The Colonial City and the Post-Colonial World - G. A. de Bruijne

The Nowhere City - Amos Elon*

The Vertical Flâneur: Narratorial Tradecraft in the Colonial Metropolis - Paul K. Saint-Amour

Philosophy

The trolley problem problem - James Wilson

A Brief History of Death - Nir Baram

Justice as Fairness: Political not Metaphysical - John Rawls*

Should Marxists be Interested in Exploitation? - John E. Roemer

The Discomfort You’re Feeling is Grief - Scott Berinato*

The Pandemic and the Crisis of Faith - Makarand Paranjape

If God Is Dead, Your Time is Everything - James Wood

Giving Up on God - Ronald Inglehart

The Limits of Consensual Decision - Douglas Rae*

The Science of "Muddling Through" - Charles Lindblom*

History

The Gruesome History of Eating Corpses as Medicine - Maria Dolan

The History of Loneliness - Jill Lepore*

From Tuskegee to Togo: the Problem of Freedom in the Empire of Cotton - Sven Beckert*

Time, Work-Discipline, and Industrial Capitalism - E. P. Thompson*

All By Myself - Martha Bailey*

The Geographical Pivot of History - H. J. Mackinder

The sea/ocean

Rim of Life - Manu Pillai

Exploring the Indian Ocean as a rich archive of history – above and below the water line - Isabel Hofmeyr, Charne Lavery

‘Piracy’, connectivity and seaborne power in the Middle Ages - Nikolas Jaspert (from The Sea in History)*

The Vikings and their age - Nils Blomkvist (from The Sea in History)*

Mercantile Networks, Port Cities, and “Pirate” States - Roxani Eleni Margariti

Phantom Peril in the Arctic - Robert David English, Morgan Grant Gardner*

Assorted ones on India

A departure from history: Kashmiri Pandits, 1990-2001 - Alexander Evans *

Writing Post-Orientalist Histories of the Third World - Gyan Prakash

Empire: How Colonial India Made Modern Britain - Aditya Mukherjee

Feminism and Nationalism in India, 1917-1947 - Aparna Basu

The Epic Riddle of Dating Ramayana, Mahabharata - Sunaina Kumar*

Caste and Politics: Identity Over System - Dipankar Gupta

Our worldview is Delhi based*

Sports (you’ll have to excuse the fact that it’s only cricket but what can i say, i’m indian)

'Massa Day Done:' Cricket as a Catalyst for West Indian Independence: 1950-1962 - John Newman*

Playing for power? rugby, Afrikaner nationalism and masculinity in South Africa, c.1900–70 - Albert Grundlingh

When Cricket Was a Symbol, Not Just a Sport - Baz Dreisinger

Cricket, caste, community, colonialism: the politics of a great game - Ramachandra Guha*

Cricket and Politics in Colonial India - Ramchandra Guha

MS Dhoni: A quiet radical who did it his way*

Music

Brega: Music and Conflict in Urban Brazil - Samuel M. Araújo

Color, Music and Conflict: A Study of Aggression in Trinidad with Reference to the Role of Traditional Music - J. D. Elder

The 1975 - ‘Notes On a Conditional Form’ review - Dan Stubbs*

Life Without Live - Rob Sheffield*

How Britney Spears Changed Pop - Rob Sheffield

Concert for Bangladesh

From “Help!” to “Helping out a Friend”: Imagining South Asia through the Beatles and the Concert for Bangladesh - Samantha Christiansen 

Gender

Clothing Behaviour as Non-verbal Resistance - Diana Crane

The Normalisation of Queer Theory - David M. Halperin

Menstruation and the Holocaust - Jo-Ann Owusu*

Women’s Suffrage the Democratic Peace - Allan Dafoe

Pink and Blue: Coloring Inside the Lines of Gender - Catherine Zuckerman*

Women’s health concerns are dismissed more, studied less - Zoanne Clack

Food

How Food-Obsessed Millennials Shape the Future of Food - Rachel A. Becker (as a non-food obsessed somewhat-millennial, this was interesting)

Colonialism's effect on how and what we eat - Coral Lee

Tracing Europe's influence on India's culinary heritage - Ruth Dsouza Prabhu

Chicken Kiev: the world’s most contested ready-meal*

From Russia with mayo: the story of a Soviet super-salad*

The Politics of Pancakes - Taylor Aucoin*

How Doughnuts Fuelled the American Dream*

Pav from the Nau

A Short History of the Vada Pav - Saira Menezes

Fantasy (mostly just harry potter and lord of the rings)

Purebloods and Mudbloods: Race, Species, and Power (from The Politics of Harry Potter)

Azkaban: Discipline, Punishment, and Human Rights (from The Politics of Harry Potter)*

Good and Evil in J. R. R. Tolkien's Lengendarium - Jyrki Korpua

The Fairy Story: J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis - Colin Duriez (from Tree of Tales)*

Tolkien’s Augustinian Understanding of Good and Evil: Why The Lord of the Rings Is Not Manichean - Ralph Wood (from Tree of Tales)*

Travel

The Hidden Cost of Wildlife Tourism

Chronicles of a Writer’s 1950s Road Trip Across France - Kathleen Phelan

On the Early Women Pioneers of Trail Hiking - Gwenyth Loose

On the Mythologies of the Himalaya Mountains - Ed Douglas*

More random assorted ones

The cosmos from the wheelchair (The Economist obituaries)*

In El Salvador - Joan Didion

Scientists are unravelling the mystery of pain - Yudhijit Banerjee

Notes on Nationalism - George Orwell

Politics and the English Language - George Orwell*

What Do the Humanities Do in a Crisis? - Agnes Callard*

The Politics of Joker - Kyle Smith

Sushant Singh Rajput: The outsider - Uday Bhatia*

Credibility and Mystery - John Berger

happy reading :)

[princ-essvt]

IDK What To Title This...

Anime/Manga: Tokyo Revengers

Genre: Lemon/Smut

Pairings: Bonten-Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: You, the wife of Akashi Takeomi, the advisor of Bonten, catch your husband committing adultery.

Note: I'm new to Tumblr and this is my very first post so I apologize for any spelling mistakes or errors you might encounter. Enjoy😉

Warning: Harsh language, mature content, drug use, prostitutes, etc.

~ * : - " • ☆ • " - : * ~

" YOU B*TCH MOTHERF*CKER! " You cussed, screaming, as a vase flew across the room and shattered against the far wall.

Your scumbag of a husband, Akashi Takeomi, scrambled to put on his pants as the prostitute he cheated on you with whimpered under the bed sheets with pure fear. She was someone you knew, not very well, but you saw her at work.

" Really, you puta madre? I expected this from you, but with my f*cking colleague?? " Anger boiled over as your body fumed with rage.

" Darling, please. Let's talk about this- " Takeomi began.

" YOU DUMB A$$!! I'VE BEEN THE ONLY ONE F*CKING TALKING! " Another item, this time, a small painting, was grabbed off the wall as you flung it at your husband.

The stripper that worked at your club attempted to sneak out of the bed to leave but you acted swiftly and snatched the handgun from off the bedside table, firing a warning shot close to the wh*re's head.

" Puta de mierda, " you mumbled, "GET BACK IN THE BED! I'M NOT FINISHED YET! "

Her shaky cries filled the room as you turned your attention back to Akashi, the gun pointing to him now as he put his hands up instantly.

" Woahh babe. Calm down there- "

" DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU F*CKING COCKROACH "

A shy knock sounded at the door, causing the couple to pause in their current positions. A creak appeared in the entrance as the view of Sano Manjiro and Sanzu Haruchiyo stepped into the scene.

" Mind fighting in f*cking peace? " Sanzu, Bonten's number 2, grumbled, " We've got people tied up for disposal downstairs and it's annoying to hear your voices while working. "

" Suck my imaginary c*ck, you pink-haired f*ck. " You were too angry, but were able to tone down your voice to a harsh growl instead of a shout.

Caught off guard by your response, Sanzu's eyes blinked rapidly as he stuttered for words underneath his black mask. Mikey on the other hand, didn't say anything as he bit into his taiyaki.

" That's it. " You were the first to break the silence, wrapping your right hand around your ring finger, " We're over, Takeomi. Don't call me again, don't visit me, don't even LOOK AT ME! "

" ... "

"You know, her loose p*ssy isn't going to be small enough for your tiny d*ck. "

You heard a silent snort as Sanzu tried to hide his sudden amusement.

" Love, please... Don't do this. I promise, I won't make this mistake again- " Akashi blurted, attempting to fix the problem.

" You son of a b*tch. If I see you again, I'll carve your head like a pumpkin and make a f*cking pie out of your organs. " Tossing your wedding ring into the air, you took aim and shot the shiny object into multiple pieces as metal clinked on the floor. Once the damage was done, you threw away the weapon and marched out of the room, the sound of your high heels fading with each step.

" Sanzu, leave me. I'd like to have a word with Takeomi. " Mikey whispered. Hesitantly, Haruchiyo nodded and exited, shutting the door behind him. " You can go now. " Mikey spoke in a cold tone as the stripper from earlier rushed out.

You exited the building under the dark, chilly night, still upset about the event which had just occurred. Your emotions were so loud that you failed to hear someone following you.

After walking through the streets for about forty minutes, you arrived at your destination: Haitani Ran's strip club, also known as, your place of work. You stomped up to the bouncer as his eyes flashed with familiarity.

" Mrs. Akashi. " He bowed, " I thought you had gone home for the night. "

" It's just Ms. L/n now. " you answered with a sad smile, " is Daisuke in there? "

" Yep, he's at the bar like always. Come on in. "

Stepping aside, the bouncer guided you into the building as the deafening music filled your ears and thoughts. Heading straight for the bar, you slammed your purse down on the counter and hopped onto one of the stools.

" Y/n? Hey, thought you went... home. " Taking notice of your swollen eyes, the bartender took the hint and handed you a bottle of your favorite alcoholic beverage and a glass. Denying the glass, you tilted your head back as you chugged from the bottle, half of the contents gone once you set it back down.

" Oh, Daisuke, sweetie. It was AWFUL! " you sobbed, " He really WAS cheating! And with that... that B*TCH! "

" 'That b*tch'...? " he said in a cautious tone.

" I don't even know the little sh*t's name... I think her stage name is 'Honey'... "

" Ah, her... "

You continued to rant, unaware that Daisuke had returned to the bar and someone else had taken a seat next to you.

" You know what? F*ck that d*ckhead. Why the hell am I even crying over him? You're right, Daisuke, I'm gonna live my life and have fun without that idiot. " Taking another swig of your bottle, you handed the rest to the man beside you. " Let's f*cking go! "

Sanzu sat in his seat, absolutely speechless as he gripped the bottle of liquor you handed him. His gaze following your every movement, eyes opening even more as he watched you rip off your blazer and expose your revealing work outfit.

With an energetic shout, you hopped on one of the poles as men's stares all turned to you. Sure you were a stripper, but never once did the thought of sleeping with a customer ever cross your mind. Slipping your body on the platform, you began to undress, pairing your movements to the tempo of the song.

" Oh man... she's drunk again.. " Daisuke groaned from behind Sanzu.

" Uh huh... " The pink-haired man finished off your bottle as he stood up and made his way over to you.

Moving around the platform, you collected tips in your bra strap from the horny men up front. Sanzu shoved his way through the crowd until he was in front of you and both your eyes met.

" Bubblegum!~ " You called cheerfully. Normally, he'd hate it when other's called him that, but for some reason, didn't mind it this time.

Reaching out, he pulled gently on your laced thong and slipped a 10,000¥ tip in your crotch, smirking.

With a giggle, you sat on the platform and drunkenly wrapped your limbs around Sanzu's torso, allowing him to carry you out of the crowd while ignoring the jealous looks of the other guys.

" Sigh, my love... I missed you. " Your slurred words pulled the strings of his insides as he climbed upstairs to the second floor, seating the both of you on one of the couches.

" You're drunk, Y/n. I'm not 'love' " Sanzu explained, but you stopped him, pressing your index finger against his lips as you stared at him, hard.

" What kind of weak puta do you think I am? I'm more sober than you, dummy. " Before he could reply, you closed the distance between your lips, shoving your tongue into his mouth as he grabbed at your hips. You could feel him hardening up under you as you broke free of the kiss and slid onto the ground in between his legs. " What? Never done it in public before? "

You unzip his pants and immediately wrap your mouth around his length, hearing a small moan escape the gangster's lips. Soon, you were taking his c*ck in and out of your mouth, gently massaging his balls with your hands as Sanzu began to moan louder, throwing his head back over the couch in pleasure.

" F*ck... " he moaned, popping a pill into his mouth and swallowing. He was about to c*m when a male voice shouted, interrupting the moment.

" OI! GET A ROOM, F*CKERS! "

Annoyed at the disturbance, Sanzu pulled out his gun and fired a shot through the roof, causing the entire upper floor to flee and clear out. " F*cking pests... " he grumbled.

Without warning he lifted your head off his lap and picked you up, positioning you at the railing as he pulled down your panties and teased you with the tip of his length. The club music continued to blast through both your ears as he pushed inside, your legs suddenly wobbly from his size as he groaned and forced it all in. You shouted in both pain and pleasure, the noises drowned out by the beat of the song, as he grabbed your hips and began moving.

" You're tight, love. " Sanzu whispered into your ear as he continued pumping inside you. His hand moved up your back and into your hair as he latched his fingers around it and tugged. Your juices flowed over him as he pulled out and finished next, letting out on your bare back. " On the couch, darling. "

Laying down on your back, Sanzu crawled on top as he admired every bit of your figure. Slipping his hand underneath you, he un-clipped your bra and tugged it off your chest, feasting on the sight of your soft breasts. Bringing his scarred mouth down, he wrapped his lips around your right nipple, then your left, biting both as you squeezed his arms with your hands.

" You're cute when your struggling beneath me. "

You could feel yourself stretch again as he pushed back inside you, your chest bouncing with each movement as he played with your mounds in his palms. His mouth suckled on your neck, leaving purple bruises to mark his territory. A couple hickeys later, Sanzu lifted himself up and grabbed both your legs, flinging them onto his shoulders as he resumed, your hands grabbing tightly at the couch. With each thrust, you forgot about your divorce with Takeomi and fell more in love with the man before you. His pace quickened as he neared his climax, pounding you violently until finally releasing his sp*rm inside you. Laying down on top of your body, you ran your fingers through his long hair, as both of you breathed heavily.

" I have private rooms for a reason, but I'm not complaining. Free p*rn is free p*rn. " Ran's voice said, our gazes shifting to the other chair where he sat with a smirk on his face.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Can I get your thoughts on stuff like this!?

Well, there's a lot to unpack there. And holy this got long! Sorry lol

I agree with two things said there:

Sylvie has a clear motivation and is consistent with it

She has trust issues and can't look past her revenge

Those two are very true and part of the problem. If we have 6 episodes the character is supposed to start in A and through the journey they should end up in B (or C, or D, etc). But Sylvie starts and finishes the series being exactly the same.

Now on to the things I disagree with.

They claim her "backstory makes her reject her identity": this makes no sense and it was never implied nor shown or explained in the show. She just discards the identity altogether. If the TVA had come after her for being a Loki that's more the reason to want to show off who she truly is, if only to spite the TVA.

Not to mention that if she hated her identity so much she shouldn't have been wearing the suit and horns.

They claim "Sylvie and Loki balance each other, are equally matched and complement each other": what a joke. She's deemed the Superior Loki at every turn, her mission becomes his, her plans and ideas are always right and he spends 3 episodes going after her. She's framed as better than him at everything and it's implied he must learn from her instead of the other way around.

They claim "Sylvie is a rich, complex, three dimensional, morally grey character": if only. She could have been exactly that if they had written her well, but as it turns out she's never allowed her flaws and mistakes, she's framed as a hero (we have interviews from the writers and director calling her one) and selfless, especially in ep6, even though everything she does in that episode is 100% selfish.

They claim "Sylvie is going to look like a badly written character when antis go ahead and [...] portray her as a straight up evil character." Sylvie is not good. They just called her morally grey didn't they? This is a woman who instead of telling the minutemen they were all variants she chose to burn them alive. She is not good.

They claim "not only is the hatred towards Sylvie misogynist. But this hatred translates to misogynist hate towards poor Sophia as well". I have seen certain things said about the actress, I won't deny it, but I have never said them myself. What she is or isn't escapes me because I don't know her and I'd rather not make it personal, I only speak of the movies/series. But to claim that any hatred towards Sylvie is misogyny is blatant infantilization. Minorities/oppressed groups don't need to be coddled and they will be liked or disliked just like everyone else. People need to differentiate between "I don't like Sylvie because she doesn't interest me as a character" and "I don't like Sylvie because she's a woman".

It's funny though because they then proceed to share a screenshot of opinions that are supposedly misogynistic... but they're not? They're just people saying they don't want to see her again.

And that final comparison between Sylvie and Loki to try and draw some parallels or imply that we're hypocrites for defending him but condemning her... surely they understand that a lot of us have never defended nor justified Loki in trying to destroy Jotunheim or sending the Destroyer right? Because it seems they're trying to justify everything Sylvie has done instead of explaining it which is what a lot of us do every time we talk about Loki's actions.

Also nice try painting her as a victim in ep6. Her behaviour in the Citadel is manipulative in the extreme.

And the TVA workers being innocent? I haven't seen a single "anti" say so, most if not all of us are insistent that they're guilty, very aware of their actions and they should never be framed as good. The only fans I've seen defending them were pro series fans.

They say "Either she has to be Ms goodytwoshoes. Or she is an evil villian who is trash." Oh, say that to Waldron not us. He's the one who framed her as a hero when she isn't one. Change the framing, paint her as what she truly is based on actual actions we see on screen and I wouldn't mind her at all.

Finally, this gem: "And btw Sylvie isn’t the only one who is a target of sexism. TVA Loki or my beloved Larry is also mocked and ridiculed because he no longer displays the toxic masculinity traits which so many people confuse for superiority." Are they saying Loki displayed toxic masculinity traits in the past? Loki? LOKI?