#and a nice break from more seriously done art!

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RAINCODE 4KOMA COMIC PROJECT

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This is another project that I'm currently working on with @kazinsblog! We adore makoyuma and they're our number one faves.

So we decided to make a little 4koma style side special of Kazin's mini series "The Kanai Ward Case Files"

This intro is the only normal comic in this story.

Prologue: Flu season hits worldwide, and Makoto calls Yuma one day and gives him the warning. Yuma notices his congested voice so he wants to head to to Kanai Ward to check on him. But meanwhile, Yuma is trying his best to hold his cough as he talks on the line. Only to suffer the fit after Makoto hangs up. He isn't well either.

When Yuma arrives in Kanai Tower finding Makoto completely disheveled and passed out at his work desk, he ushers the stuffy CEO to bed. The two were shown pushing themselves while being sick alone. But now that they're together, these stubborn workaholics will finally rest and break from their duties in order to take care of each other. (for the most part anyway)

further information below

Of course since I'm involved in this project, they're obviously not going to be doing well... XD But this story is going to be a lot more fun and lighthearted than others I have written. (It's essentially written in a silly sick filler episode of a cartoon kind of vibe) meaning less whump, and more sick comfort and hilarity. There may be a few somewhat whumpy ones here and there (I can't resist) but it won't be as common.

Full Story Summary:

This RainCode fan side story revolves around slice of life comedy 4koma style strips with scenes of Yuma and Makoto being sick together and spending time with each other in Kanai Tower for about a week or two. They both have different halves of cold symptoms, Yuma with throat based, and Makoto with nasal based. (hence the title) Various cute and wacky stuff happen between the two and their bond grows stronger spending this time off together away from their duties as detective and CEO. They may be sick and miserable, but at least they're in it together! What could possibly go wrong?

The comic strips will be drawn by Kazin, but there will be some bonus art that the two of us will work on together (similar to the title which was a collab by us both)

Also, both of us agreed that these strips should be posted on my blog rather than Kazin's. Reason being is that this story is based on illness and my blog is half an illness blog so it makes more sense to share it to mine. You all likely expect this sort of thing from me at this point anyway… XD (I’m also the director so I write the descriptions of them.)

And this series will continue to be ongoing so long as Kazin and I have ideas. (we currently have almost 100 strips planned)

I will update this in separate posts whenever more strips get fully digitally drawn by Kazin whenever she can work on them. With the tag #kanaiwardcasefiles h&h. Some strips will be random, some will be two parters, and some will have a timeline or are connected to others.

We both hope you look forward to this project! There will be a lot of funny and cute moments between these two, so we hope you makoyuma enjoyers are excited!

Also bit of a fun fact: This was inspired by when my mother and I had covid late April 2024. Something similar happened to us, and we each had one cold-like symptom more than the other. (her with coughing and me with congestion) So I thought of this idea for these two!

[partycatty]

i want to give old man mk11 johnny little kisses all over his face with lipstick on and leave little kissy marks that he doesn’t know are there so when he goes out everyone sees them but he doesn’t.

i love ya 💙💙

hehehe

older!johnny cage > peppered

johnny didn't know your makeup wasn't smudge proof when he went off to work.

[ masterlist ]

• "i'm headin' out!" johnny calls from the foyer, grabbing a bag and keys from the hook beside the door. "don't miss me too much, alright?!"

• "wait!!" you sprint down the steps, the biggest grin on your face. you were wearing your usual face of makeup, bright red lipstick included. johnny returns your grin, beaming down at you when you charge yourself at him and wrap your arms around his neck. "i love you."

• johnny chuckles, eyes flicking between yours. "i love you more." his voice is gentle, honest. it was always nice to see his domestic side when he wasn't kicking ass or talking about how amazing he was.

• you kiss him, smushing your face against his in a strange competition to see how hard you could kiss him before he'd complain. your noses squish together and you can hear johnny giggle into your lips. when you pull away, your smile only grows when you notice there is a firm print of your lipstick on his mouth.

• "what's that look for?" he asks, noticing your staring. you decide to take advantage of his lack of knowledge, leaning in for another kiss on the side of his mouth. he smirks, nose scrunching at your contact which only makes you kiss him more.

• "i love you-" you plant a kiss on his cheek. "i love you-" one on his eyelid. "i love you-" one on his jaw. after some time of this, you've thoroughly peppered his face with lipstick marks, one in each section of his face and even a couple on his neck. you made art of his skin, and he was none the wiser.

• "okay, okay—" johnny laughs, pulling you away by your shoulders and kissing your forehead. "i'll be late if you keep loving on me like that." you manage to squeeze in one last kiss before he heads to work.

• when johnny arrives on the compound, he's greeted by an amusing amount of stares - which isn't unusual, considering he's a part-time movie star, but this time he felt more like a clown than an action hero.

• he stumbles into jacqui before the meeting, and she tenses up, at first raising a finger to inform him of his new face paint but opting not to — maybe cassie would be better to bear the news?

• arriving in front of the SF army, he notices that his daughter is already commanding the troop, standing front and center. johnny slinks in casually, so as to not disturb the routine.

• the sunglasses come off, and he notices that the crowd falls eerily silent, some even biting their lips to stop a smile. cassie takes notice and pivots to include herself on what seems to be so funny.

• "commander cage," johnny says with a nod, scanning the crowd nervously. "is... is everything...?"

• cassie bursts into laughter, doubling over and completely breaking from her professional stoicism. johnny can only throw his hands up exasperatedly.

• "seriously, what the hell is going on? people keep looking at me like i'm crazy." johnny pinches the bridge of his nose as cassie finds her handheld pocket mirror, one that he gave her many years ago.

• taking the mirror, he opens it and inspects his shirt, wondering if maybe he spilled his coffee. but when he catches a glimpse of his neck, he notices two reddish smudge marks. slowly angling the mirror upward, he realizes what's so god damn funny.

• he flushes red. sure, everyone knew you two were dating, but this was the least professional thing he'd done in a while — which is really saying something.

• "jesus, dad, you couldn't have washed them off before coming to work?" cassie asks, still cracking a smile. "reader's nice, but i didn't need to know how nice she is to you. oh my god, it's everywhere—"

• "i didn't know i had 'em," johnny mutters, wiping his face embarrassingly.

• you were in for one hell of a phone call when his break rolls around.

[kayentokk]

If you can, I have a request for the mha boys reacting to their s/o rejecting their affection. Sorry to bother-

Never a bother, of course I can. Sorry it took me a while to reply. I hope this is what you had in mind.💕

Pairing; Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, and Amajiki Tamaki x GN! Reader(separate)

Contains;absolute fluff, attitudes, baby angst, misunderstandings, a lot of misunderstandings

wc; 2028

A/N; For some of my softie MHA boys lol. 

Rejecting the MHA Boys affection

☆ Bakugo Katsuki ☆

Now-

Ik I said for my softie MHA boys which is why he seems out of place

But you can’t tell me

That this fool 

Won’t have a whole ass attitude 

Cuz you “rejected” his love

I mean seriously

Who do you think you are?

To REJECT

Bakugo “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” Katsukis hug

Huh?

🤨

Just who?

I mean sure he didn’t really hug you-

He just stood there waiting

And waiting

Expectantly

Because you always hug him when he comes back from an assignment 

I mean he just can’t believe you

It’s outrageous that you would even do that to him 

So he sulks 

And sulks

And sulks some more

I mean he doesn’t get why you couldn’t just hug him back

I mean yeah sure you were doing a assignment for your art class

And yeah sure you had charcoal and ink all over your hands 

But you coulda hugged him back 😒 

☆ “Kats-“

“No it’s fine.”

“Are you really gonna pout the whole time?”

“M’not poutin.”

“Oh yeah? So why’s your lip poked out? Why are you slouched more than normal? How come you’re quiet in an awkward way? Why’s your right eyebrow slightly more furrowed than the left is normally? Do you want me to go on?”

“No. I told you m’fine,” he says unfurrowing his eyebrow, sticking his lip back in, and sitting up.

Goodness, why do you have to know everything about him?

“Do you really want me to hug you with ink and charcoal all over? You want me to smother you while I smell and-“

“No I don’t. Told ya I wasn’t waiting for a hug.”

“Then what were you waiting for?”

“….”

Silence.

“Alright fine I was trying to be nice since I’m all messy, but since you wanna be stubborn you’re asking for it,” you replied getting up from your chair and pouncing on him.

“Hey get’offa me, said I ain’t want your hugs-“

“Oh shut up ya big baby.”

And he does, Bakugo Katsuki, shuts up. Even though the strong scent of the charcoals you use to draw is still on you, and the wet clay underneath your nails had made its way onto his black tee and the tips of his hair, he could care less. 

In fact, he could stay like this forever. ☆ 

 ☆ Midoriya Izuku ☆ 

okay he genuinely thinks he did something wrong

Like omg what’d I do?

The definition of a lost puppy 

Immediately goes to self doubt

He went to kiss you

And you dodged

What????

Confidence?

down the drain.

Whole day?

ruined.

Has like a cloud of thunder and rain above his head while he’s trying to figure it out

He mentally replays the day

Digging through his brain

He is wrecking it 

Until ur just like 

Dude 

It wasn’t like that/it was a accident 

Misunderstandings much?

You hafta reassure him so much after

☆ It had been such a long day for him. Mentally and physically draining. What more could he possible want in life than to hang out with you? Nothing, he thought. 

However when he came to greet you, like he normally does, and he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, like he normally does, you dodged. His soft, and oh so ready lips, were met with your cheek. 

…..

Your cheeks are great too! Don’t get him wrong, but…were you upset with him? Had he done something to offend you? 

He mentally sighed, scraping through his brain to find something, anything. Wracking the shelves of his mind. Well to be honest, he hadn’t really seen much of you today because you were both busy-

Was that why? Did you not want to kiss him because of that? He should’ve taken some time out of his day to text or call you, and maybe you wouldn’t be so upset, right? He had a lunch break for like 20 minutes, he could’ve checked in you then. Instead he chose to eat his lunch like the selfish, sick, bastar-

“Izu?”

“Huh?” He questioned, quickly snapping out of his thoughts. 

“Izu, you okay? You seemed a little lost there for a moment..”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No baby, why?”

“You- you dodged my kiss…”

“Were you like totally zoned out the whole time I was talking after that?”

“Kinda,” he said embarrassed.

“Silly, I said I was leaning in to kiss your cheek, sorry. I even pecked you back on the lips after, you don’t remember any of that?”

“N-no?! I’m sorry…”

You exhaled, “It seems you’re too exhausted today huh? Let’s go take a bath, yeah?”

He happily agreed, and was in utter bliss at you taking care of him the rest of the night. Gentle head pats were shared, sweet nothings whispered in the dead of night, and finally, peace hit when he fell asleep in your arms. ☆

☆ Kirishima Eijiro ☆

Lowkey breaks down into a very “manly” mess

Kirishima is a big affection guy

The best way he can fix things or lighten the mood is

Hugs

High fives

And that’s always worked for him

So when he can’t really do that

…he’s at a loss

Words? He can be good at words…kinda?

He’s just not very sure 

He’s more of a physical affection 

So one day when you’re hanging out

He can tell your mood is off

That’s one thing he’s gotten really good at is reading you

You’re upset

so ofc he tries to give you a hug 

But you decline not wanting that

Ofc this is about you and he’s still gonna try his best

It just made him sad to think that that’s the only way he knew how to help you

…yet it doesn’t always work

☆ Honestly, you were just upset today. Things weren’t going the way that they were supposed to. Granted, they were small things but they still bothered you. Eventually building up to your soured mood. 

You’d tried talking to “friends” about it, but we’re just given responses like, “Do you know how minor that is compared to my day?” Or, “Don’t focus on the negative,” and the most common, “Why are you being so selfish?” 

After those you just gave up and tried to get through your day. Trying to get back in the excited mood because you were supposed to hang out with Kirishima today. So everything would be fine shortly, or at least that’s what you thought.

He showed up at your apartment to just watch movies, and you figured it would be okay. However, as the movie went on you found yourself not able to pay attention. Kirishima noticed this as well and immediately asked what was wrong. When you brushed it off with a “nothing,” he knew it wasn’t nothing. 

Normally cuddles always brought you out of your saddened state, at least a little. So he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug and tries to snuggle close. This simple but oh so caring act of affection was not able to bring you out of your mood, in fact it almost worsened. You nudged him off with the excuse that it was “too hot.”

Oh, he thought. 

You were really upset, and there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do, the only thing he knew he excelled at in life, couldn’t help. So why was he even here? It made him feel useless, and stupid. 

Quickly realizing that his mood had changed, you started to feel bad. Gosh why couldn’t you just stop being so selfish? 

“Sorry,” he quickly stated before you could.

“What are you sorry for? I-I should be the one who’s sorry..”

“No I,” he sighed deeply, “I don’t know how to comfort you, and there’s nothing I can do to help so I’m basically use-“

You cut him off with a peck on his forehead.

“Wh-what are you-“

“Just you being here is helpful to me Eiji. I was just having a rough day today, okay? It’s not your fault.”

“But still I should be able to comfort you…”

“Well, I could seriously use someone to vent to,” his eyes lit up at that, “as long as you don’t interrupt me to say how much harder your day was, or tell me how negative and selfish I’m being.”

His eyebrows crinkled downward and his whole face shifted into a frown, “why would I do that?”

“Long story babe.”

“Well good thing I’m here to listen.”

Now he has a new way he can comfort you, and he’s an expert at listening as well. ☆

☆ Amajiki Tamaki ☆

Okay legit the definition of an awkward misunderstanding 

Even though his natural personality is shy and timid or quiet

He’s more comfortable around you 

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get stuck sometimes

Like he’s gonna do something 

And then bam

Nvm 😅 🫠

He’s so disappointed with himself

He built it up and was so ready

So he just accepts it

This time though you don’t beat him to it

In fact you don’t do it at all

It causes him to think something is wrong

But you had noticed his frustration lately with something

After noticing it was his courage you decided you’d let him greet you today

So he builds himself up

Even stands in front of you 

While you wait patiently 

And then

He just gives a stammered out never mind and a defeated sigh

Because what if you don’t even want to hug or kiss him anyway?

☆ Tamaki comes home everyday, to your shared apartment, and everyday you’re the first person he sees. He always finds you where ever you are, normally in your study, and you hug and kiss him. Then there in the room you guys talk about your days and unwind, mostly him listening to you. 

Recently though, you had noticed him being more frustrated? You weren’t sure what if was but it was always after you hugged and kissed him, you could tell because his brow would slightly furrow and his lips would poke out in a pout. You weren’t sure why though, did your breath stink? No. Were you hugging him too tight? No Tamaki loves your hugs. So what could it be?

You called up the person who knows him second best, his closest friend, a friend of yours as well since you’ve started dating Tamaki. Mirio. You figured Tamaki might have said something to him even if it was just a mumbling her overheard, and you figured correctly. 

Mirio told you he had only heard Tamaki mumbling about courage and greetings recently, which was enough for you to put two and two together. You thanked him for his helpful information and waited on Tamaki to arrive home. It was his early shift today so at about 7 he’d be home.

You waited this time, in the living room. This time when he came in you simply gave him a, “hey ‘tama” and he greeted you back coming to sit on the couch with you. For a moment he stared, waiting, almost expectantly. 

He was building himself up, and you were giving him time. It wasn’t awkward silence, just expecting, patient silence. After a couple minutes you were about to speak when he kissed you. 

I did it! Was all he could think of, but he was a bit harsh and one of his teeth bit your lip causing you to break the kiss. 

Oh no, what if I was right? She didn’t want to kiss me at all! I should’ve just gave up-

“Tamaki? Are you okay?”

“I-I’m…I’m sorry,” he said in a hushed tone.

“It’s okay, accidents happen.”

“A-accident?” He said confused.

“Yes, I’m assuming you didn’t bite me on purpose,” you said giggling.

Then it clicked in his brain, he was so excited he had finally done it, he accidentally hurt you in the process. It made him sad, a sullen look now appeared over his features. 

“I’m sorry. I- I just really wanted t-to-“

“I know Tama, and it’s okay,” you reassured him, “you can just keep trying.”

Smiling he asked hopefully, “really?”

“Of course.” ☆

Hope this fulfilled your request!  @/cafekitsune for the divider

[robo-milky]

“Hey, Carrots!

No need to look so offended, I’m not here to cause any trouble, you know~. No favors to ask of either. It’s your special day, isn’t it? It is! So I came by to give you a present.

…Yeah, okay, it’s not really much, but it’s a gift nonetheless. Coupon for a special pop for the birthday girl~. You have a favorite flavor or something? I’ll try making it into a pop for you. A dozen for free! I’m real kind, I know.

Oh, and before I forgot. You know Ashi, don’t you? Poor girl couldn’t make it today, so she asked me to hand you a gift bag in her stead. Proves my trustworthiness, doesn’t it? Heh.

No need to worry, I didn’t peek at it… Hold some higher standards for me, would you?”

Niko hands over the bag. It’s a cute, pink, petite bag with cat decorations on it. It holds some resemblance to the feline holding it herself.

Grabbing what’s inside, there’s a little drawing with a note attached. It’s written with words and symbols that seem impossible to verbalize, but somehow it’s easy to imagine a certain brunette bringing life to them…

Clochey! HBD fam!~ Super bummed I couldn’t make it, but I hope this prezzie has enough of my energy baked into it that it feels like I’m there! LMK ASAP ☆

I wanted to send you a cute lil’ message ‘cuz I’m real thankful for us being friends, YK? Even tho we aren’t super buddy buddy, I still totally enjoy your company. Eppy tells me enough about you that it basically feels like I’m hanging with you myself!

Anyway~ I wanted to gift smth more personalized for you, so I drew up a little drawing! It’s kinda like a postcard, but I tried putting one of your fave things on it ♡ I hope you enjoy!~

We should SO get talkin’ again soonsies! Wishin you a happy birthday and many more with a certain huntsman <3

Sincerely, Ashi ♪

Cloche hears a chuckle after she’s done reading the note.

“Wow, Carrots, your face is a little red… Wonder what Ashi stirred up for you to get you, the cold clawed kitty to get lookin’ like that. Well, privacy is privacy. Guess that’s my cue to leave.

Here’s hoping you catch a break from all the trouble around campus, hm? Enjoy your day~.”

HAPPY BDAY CHRIS!!!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY AND WEEK AND TBH MONTH IS SO BANGER. ITS SO DESERVED!!!!!!! 🫶 it’s been SO nice being your moot for like?? WHAT??? TWO YEARS OR SMTH??? TIME IS SO CRAZY. it’s been such a treat being able to interact n talk w you since the beginning!!! I GET SUPER HAPPY WHENEVER I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS <333 HBD again and I hope life treats you well!!!!! 🙏 blessing your pulls and turning them into pomepulls……….. tehepero

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash] *them referring to our dear freshmen

Okay first of all… ASHIIIIIII YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME I SWEAR !!! THE FACT THAT YOU SENT THIS SO EARLY??!?! THE INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING! I JUST LOVE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT SO NATURALLY- Fr, Niko just waltzing into Ramshackle then dipping- aND THE GORGEOUS GORGEOUS ROOKLOCHE ART- LITERALLY SCREAMING OVER THE POSE AND DETAILS- YOU SERIOUSLY OUT DID YOURSELF FOR THIS ONE! Rook carrying her and Cloche grabbing on to him to get closer- SAVANACLAW ROOK MY BELOVED- Muscle man frrrr- Ashi really caught on to the cat maid’s staring during Chapter 7 huh. AND THE DOODLES ON RHE SIDES ARE TOO CUTE- 😩

Epel yapping on about Cloche and totally not suspiciously asking Ashi about her roommate- Ashi internally sweating bullets when Epel doesn’t realize that everything he describes is the cat maid making up excuses to avoid him-

Also take this… Cloche walking up to Niko days later and asking for a bone marrow pop, and it takes Niko a few seconds to realize it was a joke 😭😭 Slow burn friendship trust-

Really, it’s so wild that it’s been 2 years- So glad to have you here and to celebrate with you again !! I think you really blessed my pome pulls with this one- seriously- man came on the 30th pull twice- Ilyyyyy If makes me super happy to see you in my notifs as well and may we continue to interact in the future!

[formulas-bitch]

Welcome to the Family pt2 - Lando Norris x piastry/reader

The first thing that struck Mia as she stepped onto the racing team's private jet was the sheer energy that seemed to emanate from everyone around her. They were all dressed casually in team gear, laughing and joking with one another, their excitement palpable. It was a far cry from the stuffy academic setting she was used to, where everyone seemed to move through the day like clockwork, never quite breaking a sweat. As she settled into her seat, she couldn't help but wonder what the next few hours, let alone the next few days, would hold for her.

Over the next few hours, they toured the rest of the facility, including the state-of-the-art wind tunnel and the machine shop where the latest racing technology was brought to life. Everywhere they went, Mia found herself soaking up new information and absorbing the unique culture of the team. She could tell that the teamwork and camaraderie here were unlike anything she had experienced before.

As they made their way back to the main garage, Mia felt a surge of excitement well up inside her. She knew that this was where she belonged, where her skills and passion would be put to good use. She glanced over at Oscar, who was chatting animatedly with one of the mechanics, and felt a sense of pride and gratitude welling up within her. She owed so much to her brother for bringing her into this amazing world.

As they continued to tour the garage, Mia found herself drawn to a particular group of engineers who were huddled around a workbench, poring over a set of blueprints. Intrigued, she approached them and introduced herself. They welcomed her with open arms, eager to share their work and solicit her opinion. For the next few hours, she lost herself in the technical details and design challenges, forgetting all about the outside world. that was until lando came looking for her.

"Hey there, stranger!" he exclaimed, clapping her on the shoulder. "I've been meaning to introduce you to someone." He led her over to a tall, dark-haired man who looked vaguely familiar. "This is Rob , our lead engineer . He's been looking forward to meeting you."

Mia smiled and extended her hand. "It's nice to finally put a face to the name. I've heard so much about you from the others." They exchanged a firm handshake, and she could sense a hint of competitive spirit in Rob's eyes. He was clearly someone who took his work very seriously.

"So, Mia," Rob began, "Lando tells me you're quite the engineer in your own right. I'm curious, what do you think of our current design? Any suggestions for improvements?" His tone was challenging, but not in an unfriendly way. He genuinely seemed interested in hearing her opinion.

Mia took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Well, Rob, I think you've done an amazing job so far. The car looks fast and nimble. But if I had to suggest one area for improvement, it would be in the aerodynamics. I've been looking at your current designs, and I think there's room for some fine-tuning there."

Rob's eyes lit up at her comment. "Care to elaborate?" he asked, clearly intrigued.

Mia felt more than ready to dive in. "Sure," she began, pointing to a specific section of the blueprints. "I've been looking at how the air flows over the rear wing and how it interacts with the bodywork. I think we can make some small changes to the wing's profile and the angle of the fins to create more downforce while reducing drag. It might only shave a few tenths of a second off our lap times, but in such a tight competition, every bit counts."

Rob leaned in closer, his expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Go on," he urged. "I'm listening."

Mia felt a surge of confidence as she continued to explain her ideas. She outlined a series of computational fluid dynamics simulations she had run and the data they had produced. She described in detail how small changes to the wing's angle and the placement of the fins could make a significant difference in the car's aerodynamic performance. As she spoke, she could see the interest growing in Rob's eyes.

When she finished, there was a brief pause before Rob spoke. "That's… quite impressive, Mia. I'm not sure I've ever seen an engineer come in and make such a compelling case for changes so early in their time with us. It's clear that you've put a lot of thought into this." He glanced at Lando, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I think it's safe to say that you've definitely lived up to the hype."

Mia felt a warmth spread through her chest at the praise. "Thank you," she said, blushing slightly. "I just want to contribute to the team in any way I can. I know how much hard work everyone has put into this, and I want to do my part to help us succeed."

As they continued to discuss her ideas, Mia found herself drawn into a deeper conversation with Rob. They debated the finer points of aerodynamics, sharing technical knowledge and insights with one another. It was a stimulating exchange, and Mia could feel herself growing more and more excited about the prospect of working closely with Rob on the project.

The rest of the day flew by as they pored over the blueprints, making notes and sketching out new designs. Mia could tell that her input had been well-received, and she felt a new sense of camaraderie with the team. As they began to break for the night, Lando approached her again.

"I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done today, Mia," he said, clapping her on the shoulder. "Your insights have been invaluable, and I can't wait to see how they shape the final design of the car."

Mia felt a surge of gratitude well up inside her. "Thank you, Lando. Working with all of you has been an amazing experience so far, and I'm honored to be a part of this team." She smiled at him, their eyes meeting and holding for a moment before he nodded and turned away just as oscar came run into the room, looking for his sister.

As the days passed, Mia found herself immersed in the world of Formula One engineering. She worked tirelessly alongside Rob, making incremental improvements to the design of the car. They discussed strategies, analyzed data, and debated the finer points of aerodynamics late into the night. There was a palpable sense of camaraderie among the team members, and Mia felt truly valued for her contributions.

One afternoon, as they were reviewing the latest simulation results, Rob paused and looked at her. "You know, Mia, I've been thinking about what you said earlier about wanting to move up the ranks in the sport. I think you have the potential to be a great engineer, and I'd be honored if you'd consider staying with us." He smiled at her, his eyes serious. "You could even take over for me one day."

Mia felt a mixture of surprise and gratitude well up inside her. She looked at Rob, trying to find the words to express her thanks. "Thank you, Rob," she managed to say, her voice catching in her throat. "That means the world to me. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations and help make this team even more successful."

As the days turned into weeks, Mia threw herself into her work with renewed vigor. She studied tire compounds, suspension designs, and engine tuning until she felt confident enough to offer input on these aspects of the car as well. Her colleagues began to see her as an invaluable resource, someone they could trust to provide insight and expertise on a wide range of technical issues.

The season progressed, and the team's progress was nothing short of remarkable. They consistently finished in the top five, and several times even challenged for the win. The media took notice, and Mia found herself fielding interview requests from major racing publications. She was thrilled to share her knowledge and passion for the sport with a wider audience.

One particularly warm afternoon, the team gathered in the paddock for a post-practice debrief. The car's performance had been impressive, and there was a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation in the air. As they reviewed the data, Mia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what they had achieved together.

"I think we're really starting to hit our stride," Lando said, nodding at her. "Your input has been invaluable, Mia. You've become an integral part of this team, and we couldn't have done it without you." The team erupted in applause, and Mia felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She looked around at the faces of her colleagues, feeling a new sense of belonging and purpose. she makes eye contact with her brother Oscar as he is smiling so big for her. She couldn't help but grin back, feeling a surge of pride and affection for him.

As the season progressed, Mia continued to hone her skills and deepen her understanding of the sport. She began to collaborate with other teams, sharing ideas and best practices. Her reputation as an engineer of the highest caliber grew, and she received numerous offers from other top-tier teams. But despite the temptation, she remained loyal to McLaren and the crew that had given her a chance when no one else would.

The next season, Mia was promoted to lead engineer on the team, taking over for Rob, who had decided to move into a management role. It was a daunting task, but she felt more than ready to tackle it. She had learned so much from Rob and the rest of the team, and she was determined to lead them to even greater success.

The new car design was ambitious, pushing the boundaries of what was possible in Formula One. Mia poured her heart and soul into every aspect of its development, from the aerodynamics to the tire management strategy. The rest of the team rallied around her, inspired by her dedication and passion for the sport.

" i hear that ypu are the person we need to ne thanking for the car this year" spoke her brother Oscar as he came walking into her office with Lando trailing him "you've really outdone yourself" he added, beaming with pride. Mia felt her cheeks flush with warmth at their words of praise. "It was a team effort," she insisted, looking between them. "We all put in a lot of hard work, and I'm just glad that it's paying off."

As the season progressed, Mia and her team continued to push the boundaries of what was possible in Formula One. Their new car was a marvel of engineering, and it showed on the track. They dominated the standings, winning race after race and setting records that would likely stand for years to come. The media attention was overwhelming, with reporters clamoring for interviews and engineers eager to pick her brain for insights into their success.

Despite the accolades and the adulation, Mia remained humble and grounded. She credited her team for their hard work and dedication, and she never forgot the lessons she had learned from Rob and the rest of the crew. She was constantly seeking ways to improve, to innovate, and to push the envelope even further.

as Mia was making progress with the car, there was one think that was missing in her life though. and that was sharing all these moments with.

Her brother and her best friend Lando were always there for her, but she missed having someone special by her side. Someone who understood the ups and downs of the sport, the sacrifices she had to make, and the pressure she was under.

One sunny afternoon, as they were sitting in the paddock discussing strategies for the upcoming race, Mia couldn't help but notice the way Lando kept glancing at her. There was a certain softness in his gaze that she hadn't seen before. She found herself blushing, wondering if he felt the same way. But before she could say anything, he changed the subject, and the moment passed.

As the season came to a close, the team celebrated their historic victory with a lavish party at a swanky hotel. Music, laughter, and the clink of glasses filled the air as they toasted to their success. Mia found herself drawn to Lando, feeling a connection that she couldn't quite explain. They danced together beneath the twinkling lights, their bodies moving in sync to the beat of the music.

As the night wore on, the alcohol loosened their inhibitions, and Mia found herself leaning in closer to him, their faces mere inches apart. His breath fanned across her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. She wondered if he felt the same way, if he too was struggling with the desire to cross this invisible line that separated them.

The music switched from upbeat to slow, and before she could even process what was happening, Lando had taken her into his arms, pulling her close. Their bodies swayed together, moving in perfect harmony as they danced. She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, the beat of his heart matching hers. It was a surreal moment, one that seemed to exist outside of time and space.

As they continued to dance, she found herself lost in his eyes, her heart racing with the fear of what this might mean. What if she felt the same way and had misread the situation? What if she had ruined their friendship by letting her feelings get in the way? But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that she had never seen before. A tenderness, a vulnerability that made her heart ache with longing.

The music came to an end, and they remained locked in each other's gaze. Mia's heart felt as if it were about to burst from her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and she knew that her feelings were written all over her face. She searched Lando's eyes for some sign, some indication of how he felt.

"Mia," he breathed, his voice little more than a whisper. "I… I don't know what to say."

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting to keep his emotions in check. It was then that she knew. He felt it too.

The air between them seemed to crackle with an electric energy as they stood there, locked in this moment. Time seemed to stand still as they took each other in, each searching for some sign, some indication of what was happening. And then, without another word, Lando leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers. It was a soft, tentative kiss, a question more than anything else. Mia responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around him, her lips parting to allow him deeper access.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they gave in to their desires. Their tongues danced together, a tangle of emotions and passion. Mia felt herself being swept away by the intensity of it all, the overwhelming sense of rightness that came with finally being with the person she loved. As they moved together off the dance floor, their bodies melding into one, she knew that this was where she belonged.

Lando's hands roamed over her body, tracing lines up her back, over her shoulders, and down her arms. He pulled her closer still, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, the hardness of his muscles beneath her fingers. She ran her hands through his hair, gripping it tightly as she arched her back, desperate for more.

As the music continued to play, they moved together, lost in the dance and in each other. They were no longer aware of the other people around them, of the music, or even of the room itself. It was as if they had been transported to another world, a place where there was only the two of them, their bodies and their love.

Lando's lips trailed down Mia's neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. She arched her back, letting out a soft moan as his hands found their way beneath her dress, caressing her bare skin. The touch of his fingers sent shivers of pleasure through her, making her heart race even faster.

The music changed again, this time to a slower, more sensual beat. Lando pulled her closer, their bodies moving in perfect unison as they danced. His hips grinding against hers, the hardness of him pressed against her, sending waves of desire coursing through her. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his focus making her shiver with anticipation.

As they danced, his hands traveled up her back, gently kneading the muscles there before moving lower, cupping her bottom and lifting her closer still. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, their hips meeting in a rhythm that was both fluid and primal. The air around them seemed to crackle with the energy of their connection, as if they were the only two people in the world.

Her eyes met his, and she saw the depth of emotion there: desire, love, and something else she hadn't seen before. A tenderness, a vulnerability that made her heart ache with longing. She felt herself falling deeper into the intensity of the moment, into the feeling of being completely and totally wanted by this man.

The music swirled around them, a lilting waltz that seemed to echo their hearts as they danced. Lando's hand held hers, his thumb caressing her knuckles in a gentle rhythm. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the strength in his grip. He was leading her, guiding her, and she trusted him completely.

As they moved across the dance floor, their bodies swaying together in perfect harmony, she couldn't help but marvel at the way he looked at her. His eyes were filled with a mixture of adoration and desire that made her feel both cherished and desired in a way she never had before. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a sense of belonging that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

The music shifted again, the tempo increasing as the band launched into a lively tune. Lando spun her out, their hands still clasped tightly together, before pulling her back into his embrace. She felt his chest pressed against hers, the warmth of his skin, the strength of his muscles. As they danced, she could feel the heat rising in her own cheeks, the butterflies in her stomach that seemed to multiply with each passing moment.

" shall we get out of here?" whispered Lando into Mia's ears as they danced, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. He had never felt this way before, this overwhelming urge to be close to someone, to lose himself in their touch. The way she moved, the way she laughed, the way she looked at him with those big, expressive eyes. He couldn't get enough of her.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed from the dancing and the wine, and they made their way through the crowd. Outside, the night air was cool and crisp, the stars twinkling overhead. They found a quiet spot under a tree, sitting down on a bench together. Lando took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

"I remember the first time I saw you with your brother, Oscar," he began, his voice soft and gentle. "There was something about the way you two interacted, the way you looked out for each other. It was…it was beautiful." He swallowed hard, his throat feeling tight. "And then, when you smiled at me…I knew I was in trouble."

Lando leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "From that moment on, all I could think about was spending time with you, getting to know you. I wanted to be the one to make you laugh, to make you happy. Because you deserve the best, Mia, and I…I want to be the one to give that to you." He paused, searching her expression for some sign of understanding or agreement.

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears, and then she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, more passionate. Lando wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they explored each other's mouths. He felt her fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing against his. He could feel the heat from her skin, the rhythm of her heart.

When they finally broke apart for air, they were both breathless. "I think…I think I felt the same way," she whispered. "I saw the way you looked out for him, the way you cared for him. You had this air of…of confidence about you, that made me want to know more. And then, when we started talking…it was like everything else faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between us."

Lando smiled at her, his heart swelling with happiness. "I'm glad you felt that too." He leaned in closer, nuzzling his face against her neck. "Because I want to be with you, Mia. I want to show you what it's like to be truly loved, truly cherished. I want to share my life with you, to see where this journey takes us."

He pulled back, looking deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he saw was love and trust reflected back at him. "I know it's early," he said, "and we've only known each other for a short time. But I can't shake the feeling that we were meant to be together. That this is the start of something special."

Mia leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. "I feel it too," she whispered. "When we're together, it's like…like everything else just disappears, and it's just us. I've never felt this way about anyone before." She paused, taking a shaky breath. "I want to explore this with you, Lando. I want to see where it leads."

They sat there in the quiet darkness, the stars above them twinkling like tiny candles. Lando wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his. They talked for hours, about their lives, their hopes, their fears. He told her about his time as a smuggler, the dangers he faced, and how it all led him to this moment, sitting here with her. She shared stories of her childhood, her studies, and the people who had shaped her into the woman she was today.

loud clapping was heard behind them.

"Well, well, well," drawled the man who'd just joined them. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little love connection here. do you know how long i have waited for you two to confess your feeling for each other" Oscar cried out happliy . "I knew it, I just knew it."

Lando and Mia looked at each other, a mixture of surprise and happiness on their faces. "It's true," Lando said with a grin. "I don't know what took us so long to admit it."

Mia blushed, her eyes never leaving Lando's. "I felt it too," she said softly. "From the moment I first saw you with Oscar, there was just something about you. Something…special."

They continued to sit together, lost in each other's company, as the night slowly gave way to dawn. The stars faded from the sky, replaced by the first hints of pink and orange streaking across the horizon. Lando reached for Mia's hand, lacing their fingers together, and they watched the sun rise together, their hearts full of hope and love.

As the morning light grew stronger, they decided it was time to return to the rest of the crew. They knew they had some explaining to do, but they were both confident that everyone would be happy for them. As they walked back to the garage , they felt a newfound sense of purpose and belonging. They were no longer just individuals, but a team, a family.

When they finally returned to the others, the reactions were as they expected. Cheers and congratulations rang out, with everyone eager to share in their joy. Zac, who had always been somewhat of a lone wolf himself, seemed genuinely pleased for them. "I always knew you were a good judge of character, Lando," he said, clapping him on the shoulder. "And you've done well for yourself, Mia."

The group gathered around them, offering words of encouragement and well-wishes. Even Alex, who had been skeptical at first, seemed to have warmed up to the idea. He clapped Lando on the back, grinning. "I guess you've got a way with women, old friend. Just make sure you treat her right."

As the morning progressed, they settled back into their usual routines, but with a newfound sense of unity. The tension that had been present between them before seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and purpose. They worked together seamlessly, each member bringing their own unique skills to the table.

Lando and Mia found themselves constantly sneaking glances at each other, their eyes filled with tenderness and affection. Despite the hectic pace of their work, they always managed to find a quiet moment to share a laugh or a gentle touch. The crew seemed to take notice of this new dynamic, and there was a palpable air of approval and encouragement surrounding them.

As the weeks turned into months, they grew even closer, each revealing intimate details about their pasts and their hopes for the future. They shared stories of their childhoods, their families, and the experiences that had shaped them into the people they were today. They talked about their dreams and aspirations, both as individuals and as a couple.

Lando and Mia's relationship deepened, and their bond became an integral part of the crew's dynamic. They worked together seamlessly, each bringing their own unique talents and strengths to the table. They supported each other through the toughest of times, and their love was an inspiration to everyone around them.

As their relationship grew stronger, they began to discuss their future together. They talked about starting a family, raising children who could appreciate the importance of freedom and independence, while also learning the value of hard work and dedication.

Lando and Mia knew that their life as outlaws would never be easy, but they were determined to make it work. They would face challenges and adversity together, but they also knew that they had each other to lean on. They would support each other through thick and thin, and together, they could overcome anything.

[simulation-machine]

SIMS RELATED PROJECTS/UPDATES

My spring break is coming up in a week and holy crap do I have plans on plans on plans, especially since my summer is gonna be full of school + internship + HOPEFULLY friggin' graduating with a BA in Psychology so that I can start applying to grad schools.

Read more iffin' you'd like! It's long! Here's a picture of my golden retriever napping on her brother's food bowl to entice/entertain you:

god she is so precious i would literally kill for her

GOAL 1: MASTER GSHADE/ReSHADE

I know that some people are sticklers for this but my thing is that I had no gee-dee clue what I was doing with ReShade, whereas Gshade just kinda clicked and worked for me? That said I have a bunch of resources for learning ReShade so I might end up moving back to it at some point.

My main issue is figuring out the order of all the different effects. It obviously matters, I'm sure people smarter than me have tried to use presets only to be like "why tf does this look absolutely nothing like the baller screenshots this one cool Simblr has?" Annnd it turns out it's order + remembering to turn off certain graphic settings. Also photoshop, but that's gonna take a lot longer for me to figure out lol.

Like I'd been struggling to figure out why @gunthermunch's gorgeous Lithium preset wasn't looking as sexy as it did before annnnd it's because I forgot to turn Edge Smoothing off when switching to it. Jesus wept at how dippy I am sometimes.

Eventually, what I would like to do is maybe make my own preset at some point? I would be kind enough to show the effect order too if I did so. But this requires so, so much more shader knowledge than I currently have.

FUN FACT: My first ever degree was in art, I even went to a very fancy and private art school (School of the Art Institute of Chicago if you're curious)- I dropped out after one semester because uhhh that shit is expensive. Ended up finishing my degree at a much cheaper location in MN. That said, my art was 100% analog and 2D, and it turns out it did not translate super well into trying my hand at graphic art.

It's funny because I've been gifted really neat stuff for graphic art (like a really nice Wacom tablet and Adobe subscriptions), like people just expected my mixed-media ass would know what to do with it. NOPE! But yeah, Sims is sort of my excuse to try my hand at this stuff again, especially since I have a bit more energy now that my soul is not regularly being drained out of my body by customer service and tech support jobs.

GOAL 2: GET CRACKIN' ON ANOTHER DOOR

This one is hard because I am only on Gen 2 of the Orsons and it's sort of hard to justify starting up another story while that one is less than 1/5 of the way done.

THAT SAID, I don't plan on posting Another Door until I have a decent chunk of it done. Since it's not a casual gameplay story nor a legacy challenge, I plan on editing the bajeez out of the screenshots for it, really honing in on the aesthetic. I want it to look and feel very different from my random legacy challenge.

Fortunately, this story has been fucking up my sleep schedule for *months* now and I have a lot of the writing for it done. The hard part is translating that into the Sims, making sure I get the right poses and stuff, maybe even learning how to make some super easy CC (like, posters and stuff), and stuff related to GOAL 1 above.

What I'm saying is that it's going to take a bit. But I'm super serious about sharing it because it's my obsession and honestly the first time a story of my own design has possessed me in literal years.

Also, I want to make sure I have a significant backlog of the Orsons before I start seriously simming for it, because I don't want to screw over my favorite little pixel babies. This legacy challenge is going to be the one, I have done so much to keep my save files to keep it safe from harm (ask me how many backups I have of the save files. JK don't, the number is frankly silly).

GOAL 3: START YET ANOTHER MASSIVE CC PURGE

Y'all, my CC folder for this game is honestly an embarrassment. I go so hard on CC shopping because this community is stupid-talented and I like giving my pixel babies nice things and cool looks. When I'm bored and not quite in the mood for gameplay, I just like making neat-looking sims that I do absolutely nothing with because I love fucking around in CAS.

I have built my own PCs since I was 17 years old, and when I first built COMPUTERMACHINE (current rig) back in the autumn of 2018, it was with the goal that it would run Sims 4 flawlessly no matter what I did to it. It's got ridiculous amounts of RAM, I religiously update parts for it. And to be fair, even with the current 6,907,907,890 TB of CC I have atm it runs better than Sims 3 ever had with a measly 50 GB of CC.

But for me, it comes down to finding all the stuff I wanna use. Making myself get rid of the stuff I don't wanna use. Straight up yeeting the CC that I thought was going to look incredible that uh, didn't deliver.

I do CAS CC purges about once a year but have literally never done it for Build & Buy stuff, because OMG some of this shit I've had since 2014. Like when Sims 4 first came out. YIKES. My CAS CC obsession is notable but it's honestly nothing compared to my Build & Buy. Even before For Rent made building lots slow af, my PC was starting to take a solid minute to switch to different buy categories.

It would take a long af time so I want to make sure I have a bunch of content in the queue before I do it. It's gonna be a whole ass thing and be so, so boring to do. So I'm putting it off for when I have a ton of time to do it. Like, oh, my entire Spring Break?

GOAL 4: MAKE A FRIGGIN' RESOURCES LIST ALREADY

This would obviously need to wait until after GOAL 3 is completed, but I wanna make sure the awesome creators whose stuff I use get credit, and that people know where they can grab neat stuff. It would include not only CC but mods, Gshade/ReShade presets, and maybe even lots and sims I've downloaded from the gallery?

(Since I am super anti-paywall and very unapologetic and rude about it, I will also share where one could perhaps get some of these CCs without paying some dip a Trenta Starbucks Unicorn Frappucino amount of $$$)

It's ambitious as hell because *gestures vaguely at GOAL 3* but it would make things like doing WCIF asks and lookbooks so much easier.

Somewhat relatedly, I wanna make a navigation post, especially once Another Door starts getting posted. That story is gonna be a bit huge with multiple arcs that take place over the course of like, 14 years. Plus once the Orsons get to the 4th+ generation, it would be easier to track things down.

IN CONCLUSION...

I have been having so much fun sharing my silly little Sim adventures on Tumblr, so much more than I ever thought I would! You all have been so great to me, and all of this stuff is sort of a way for me to repay that. Ever since I stopped being able to be artistically creative ever since a really nasty depressive spell in 2017, Sims has been my #1 artistic outlet. And having people who are even somewhat entertained by my pixels is incredibly motivating.

Basically, if you read all of this, DAMN would you have been a rad livejournal follower of mine circa 2007. On the seriousness, however, thank you all so much for being rad and encouraging and sweet. I promise to do you all, if not proud, then at the very least not disappointed.

Time to hit the bong and take some pictures of Lou and Tatertot before taking my IRL doggos on a walk~

[twotangledsisters]

You’re awesome for posting fic updates not only consistently, but daily! Any tips for keeping up with writing?

Thank you so much! I love updates and writing being a part of my routine and I'm glad other people enjoy it too!

And sure, I can think of some tips:

First, there's a mixture of inspiration and forcefulness. I remember when I was really little I read a post somewhere about how if you want to take something seriously, you have to take it seriously on the days when you're inspired and on the days you're not. That changed how I treat art forever!

But years and years later I learnt a more important lesson, to never overlook the power of inspiration.

It's through a mixture of both that I can really keep up with writing. If I only wrote when inspired, sooner or later I'd get a loooong writing block that would leave me simply paralysed. But I'll often do the 'just one chapter' method, and often writing just a few paragraphs will get me back into the flow. But if I'm still very blocked after a chapter, that's fine.

But if I am inspired, I will follow that. Even if it takes my story in weird directions that weren't planned! A good example is that Caine rescuing Cass in the final S1 fic wasn't planned, she wasn't planned to come along in S2 and certainly did not expect her to fall in love... A lot of their scenes came from me writing while inspired.

Now, stuff such as Eugene's near death in S1 finale, the way Koto framed him, the way Cass had to deal with accusations of witchcraft, those stuff were planned way ahead of time!

It's really important to keep that balance, to have plans and also leave room for inspiration to run wild!

An added bonus, if you feel an intense desire to go write a fic that's completely different to the one you're trying to work on, just let inspiration win. I was struggling a bit with the 'Day of Animals' arc in tangled sisters the other day, then I got the urge to do a little Cass oneshot, so I wrote the oneshot in one sitting and have had zero issues writing since.

Sometimes you can unblock writing block with MORE writing! As long as you're letting inspiration guide you.

Second is to take breaks! I update every day but I do not write every day. I write a few times a week and usually have at least one really long session!

One of my currently updating fics 'Always By Your Side' I wrote half of it in like a week, took a few months break, then wrote the rest and started publishing!

Sometimes long breaks can really help. I've taken several long breaks with Tangled Sisters.

Third is stay ahead. With 'Always By Your Side' I have it completely written so I just proof read on the day of upload. Tangled Sisters I keep track of in Notion:

Look how cute my fanfic section is!

I'm usually at least 30 chapters ahead but I did take a writing break recently. Soon as I get the next arc done I expect to be well ahead again.

Fourth, motivation! This one isn't entirely your control, but a huge factor for keeping up is just that I'm super motivated! I can thank the amazing people who comment every day, those who comment occasionally, those who leave kudos or send nice asks like this one!

It does sooo much to make me smile and excited for the stories I'm telling.

And if you look at my fanfic section of notion, I have that little box titled kind words, the content actually changed every time I reload the page, it's linked to a little table where I keep track of all the kind words regarding my fics that I've gotten on Ao3 and tumblr! (I also have several bits of fanart by the amazing @rebecagpfs in that page who I cannot thank enough!!!)

So, although you don't have full control over motivation, having a notebook to collect those kind words can help!

Fifth would be talk to people. Have at least one person who's cool with spoilers cause brainstorming is just easier with somebody else! For me @the-writer1988 has got me through sooo many writer's blocks! Often times I just ramble at her until the problem resolves itself, other times it'd be a more active back and forth. But writing friends supporting each other, always great!

And hey, to anybody who wants to ramble about their fics to me I'm always open! I love hearing about people's fics and am huge on the writer supporting writers sorta mentality!

Sixth is just have fun! If you enjoy what you're writing it's going to be sooo much easier than if you don't.

I do want to point out though, every writer's different! I can sit down and write 10k words in one sitting, but a lot of people can't, just like I need five hour to do a drawing many artists can do in an hour.

Writing is an art and you get faster with experience.

Also, I do daily updates because I adore consistency! Having that routine is amazing for me and I think it's lovely for some readers. But I also accomplish that via very short chapters! Sometimes as short as just 600-700 words. Many authors opt for longer chapters that upload weekly but there still writing the same amount!

So yeah, I do hope this helped!

Thank you so much for the ask :D And if anything didn't make sense, please tell me, it's almost 1am here I just noticed but I really wanted to answer this before bed!

[dungeons-and-dictions]

It’s Analysis Friday about precisely why Hazbin Hotel is such a stand out.

But first - this is probably my last Hazbin Hotel-related analysis until the next season; give me asks during this long dry spell!

Why on this specific topic? Because I’m tired.

Y’all.

Listen.

I’m all for subjectivity. People can just like or dislike things regardless of quality. Heck, I know Helluva Boss is part of the Hazbin world, but it gives me too much cringe and vicarious embarrassment to handle.

(Yeah, I’m weird. I know)

But I keep hearing people say Hazbin Hotel is mid or just relying on hype.

Those are fighting words!

We are getting quality on par with Disney movies for a tv series!

That’s crazy! Let’s break it down.

Musical numbers

Talented singers play the main crew. Stephanie Beatrix plays Mirabel Madrigal, Kimiko plays Izzy, etc.

There were 2 songs per episode! And because it is truly perfect for a musical, we even get thematic reprises and callbacks!

Does anyone recall when similar things have happened in animation? MLP:FiM had a glorious episode that was ALL musical with a reprise. That’s all I have at this scale outside of Disney.

Characters

I’ve always known Vivzie to put thought into her work, and this shines through so well in Hazbin.

Lucifer’s depression is similar to my own

Angel’s gradual changes and struggles are realistic

Charlie’s breed of passion is the same as mine in my career

Alastor’s extremely manipulative yet we all love him

Velvette had one of the best formal character intros I’ve seen in a long time

Hazbin Hotel works really hard to get away from stereotypes, and dives in past superficial traits.

Also, we get things like Valentino sounding like he’s squeaking because moths squeak. We don’t need these things!

Animation

You know what else we don’t need?

Airplane arms!

Complicated dance moves!

Cute leg swishies with cuter sound effects?

Every second you see is 10+ frames traditionally. (Idk the studio’s technical details). That’s wild to add in these complicated extra details! And they flow so nicely! This level of quality for 2D (and honestly 3D too most of the time) is unheard of in the West nowadays.

And on that, western adult animated shows typically are so poorly made, especially in the art. Even the few I have seen that have okay stories to tell absolutely stink in terms of visuals and movement.

Story

Yeah, this is the biggest weakness Hazbin Hotel has, no doubt. The story is actually an incredible premise, and truly done pretty well within the awful time constraints. I think everyone is valid in saying it was far too fast! Hopefully we get more (or longer) episodes in upcoming seasons.

But at the same time, this is also the nature of musicals. If you think this is fast, don’t watch the Les Miserables musical where everyone only sings. Idk why, but singing the entire time makes everything seem like you’re in a race car on autopilot.

Don’t forget; the symbolism just drips out of the screen in this show. The fact that I could still do more analyses even now is a testament to that with all the content I have done since it aired. Vivienne goes hard on the details.

But put yourself in Vivzie’s shoes. You do the impossible, shot for the moon while hoping for maybe the top of a 5-story building, and you were offered the stars. Your project has been a part of who you are before you even went to university, and a major company gives you a way to bring it to life? Why wouldn’t you settle for this good of a deal?

Innovation

People do not bring up often enough that Vivienne broke a glass ceiling separate from that of gender. She showed that YouTube animations can be taken seriously, and even be aired.

In this age, the Saturday morning cartoon blocks I grew up with no longer exist. There were tons of great shows, and I could talk with other kids about it. Nestled within these weekends were shows that ran short pilot episodes for potential series. The last time I saw one was Adventure Time’s pilot.

It’s been a whiiiiiiile.

So having a cutesy little indie pilot animation amongst thousands on YouTube be such high quality and get a mainstream platform? Spindlehorse made history!

Moreso, Helluva Boss is also demonstrating the capacity of indie studios like never before - and what may pave the way for the future of animation too.

Out of all the animated series running on YouTube, Glitch is the only creator who does 3D that I am aware of. Even Glitch’s work has only started within the past few years, ie after Vivienne managed the impossible.

So please, stop complaining about subjective parts so much. Hazbin Hotel objectively has some of the highest craftsmanship in western animation.

We are blessed that Vivienne’s dream has come true in such a glorious manner. When I discovered her back in 2012, I couldn’t have guessed the pilot would be so successful, nor that it would change what was possible for animation!

[staraxiaa]

shutter-click, the afterword:

author's corner/first thoughts.

firstly, to those of you who know what it's like, and those of you who don't, i hope i did these themes justice. i'm not sure if this is an entirely accurate representation - i tried to take some of my own experiences and exaggerate it into what fit for my vision of the story. i apologize if i have trivialized any aspect of it. also there is like. negative actual romance like the tension is not there bc i imagine them to be pure balls of sweetness and fluff and like. it will probably happen? but like 5 years down the line. i called this story shutter-click partially after the sound of a camera, and partially because when i think of pictures now, i think of the importance of the memories present in them. it could be the ugliest picture you have ever seen, and yet it still means something to someone, because it reminds them of something they might have forgotten once upon a time. that's also why the reader names the first collection shutter-click - in part in reference to the title, but also the importance of these 'pictures' that are carried on throughout life. i.e. nanny's grin, the first person to ever believe in them, which also helps them overcome a great many barriers. ngl i didnt think about the rest of the art. maybe the rest should also be smile-inspired. but i am not going to call it the smile collection. this was also in no way sunflower caliber LOL sorry. genuinely have no clue i feel like the pacing was really fast. too fast. shouldve probably spent more time with the growth era. i will very likely revisit a similar concept eventually ok now that that's over - rant time. this was the brainchild of a discarded mc concept for another of my works. i couldn't quite get her character to fit with my vision, and then this was born. i wrote all of this in a day. i said i would take a break. well, i didn't. lowkey a hiatus time now <3 sorry. really wanted to get more work done on porcelain but then i was like WHAT IF and then i thought of a kiri fic. and then u know what i realized? mc is literally just katsuki like. i am in despair like now i really want to make porcelain a coming of age fic too. discovering oneself, forging yourself anew. what if it was a whole collection. oh my god. please send me some katsuki asks so i can brainrot over him instead (please) mentally i feel like the clown meme music and a thousand bouncing balls in my brain all at once. i have been listening to the same song for seven hours. this was also partially inspired off the prompt 'tragedy of a spare heir' but really reader is neither a spare nor a heir so ? ? ? dunno man i wasnt lying when i said i was tired seriously though, thank you to everyone who commented + liked shared my first work. i genuinely never expected to receive such a positive response, and i hope that this one is up to the same caliber. i still think im a god btw im genuinely on 4 hours of sleep and just churned out like. 10k? in less than 12 hours HAHAHA #if i don't laugh i am going to cry #i want to carve my brain out and examine it. these last few hours were such a blur but it's over. i feel both defeated and glorious at the same time. this was also significantly harder to write than sunflowers. that one was so nice. so easy. i miss it. im never hitting that peak again i think seriously though i think it's temp hiatus time i am emptied of thought will continue updating as i think of things i guess

unwritten scenes, headcanons, more ramble? no clue

i'm not sure if social anxiety disorder/selective mutism is necessarily something you are born with. i am aware that you can develop it as the results of past traumas, but in this case, there is very little explanation about that - it's left unexplained in the fic. could both be from hatred of cameras (ik i hate having photos taken of me lol), but again, a lot of this is entirely exaggerated and fictional. sorry. the nanny was supposed to die, but i am tired. so tired. i did not want to write an angst scene that had no relevance to the happiness of the plot. so now u guys just have the most tooth rotting fluff i have ever written in existence. she doesn't appear again in a lot of the later scenes, did i write her in alive? if i did: she actually lives forever. literally immortal idgaf more about the nanny: i imagined someone who also had difficulties in communication, and i hope that translated in the way her speech was very often broken? idk if that was accurate i wrote all of her dialogue at 3am and passed out right after. probably definitely isn't in japanese. my english was not englishing at this time. i hope it was made clear in the fic: everything that the reader that thought about herself and her relationships was wrong, with regards to the parents/sister. idk if this is accurate, but in my mind, and from my experience, my social anxiety at least is that i overthought a lot of things, misinterpreted a lot as well. soooo actually guys you DO have a loving family! i am saving the trauma for porcelain! honestly, i thought about this fic, and when i think of midoriya i just think of pure innocence lol. does it reflect ? similarly to sunflowers, the themes were childhood friendship and growth. i once again skip out on my proper kiss scene bc i think it would suit them even less than the ones in that one. but at least she kissed him on the cheek. it felt pretty ooc to me though so i think she shouldve just hugged him. at least there is also that the thing is though: you're the one to do everything first. he's really hesitant, because he still remembers you as you were, before you were out of your shell. he doesn't want to push you, overwhelm you in any way. you definitely have to be the one to initiate everything -> i just didnt think the hug + cheek kiss together was in character for me but whatever i wrote it i hope u enjoy you kiss him and hes an absolute fucking dorky mess . but honestly this is like every step in the relationship originally, the all might figurine you gift him was supposed to be a birthday present in return for the camera. this is just a fun fact. also i know both of the characters were both supposed to be insanely socially anxious but that would never have worked out so i took some liberties with it/midoriya's character. hope it still makes sense? also hope that his ramble was in-line with canon oh yeah there was supposed to be a side plot with the dead brother. i cannot tell you what it was, seeing as how i do not remember. probably some form of traumatic thing i removed from porcelain reader doesn't have a described quirk cause i am on negative brain juice and couldn't think. you can imagine that it is something art related if you'd like. but i didnt wanna yap more so.

[roseianxiety]

Fan Language

× Pairing: Roceit

× Canon Universe

× Tags: Fluff, Crack and Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Kissing, Slight Fourth Wall Breaking, Swearing

× Word Count: 1k+ words

× Notes: These are what the fan gestures Janus used mean:

Kiss Me - Press the half-closed fan over the lips

Talk to Me - Touch the lips with the tip of the closed fan

I Fancy You - Place the tip of the closed fan over the cheek

I Love You - Open the fan and place it over the heart

× AO3 link

× Summary: Janus tries to flirt and seduce Roman through the art of fan language. His mission fails successfully.

Janus has been throwing signs at Roman for the past few weeks on how he was utterly in love with the other side but the creative facet was too oblivious for his own good. And Janus was suffering because of it. Good lord, help him.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he fanned himself, the Florida heat getting to him and it made thinking way more difficult than it should have been. Janus pouts to himself, trying to formulate a plan to woo Roman and make him realize that the resident snake likes (more like love) him. He leaned back on the couch while he continued to fan himself... his eyes landing on the fan in his hands. Then the gears in his head began to turn, he was trying to figure something out. And an idea popped up! Janus smirked to himself at what he had thought of, thinking that this was the best idea he had created. Now time to execute his plan (and get himself some royal D).

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Roman was in the kitchen preparing himself a nice, warm cup of tea to soothe his throat after belting out loud in his room as he practiced for an upcoming play Thomas would lead. He brings his mug to his lips and takes a small sip, the warm liquid is comforting before taking another sip. He hums in satisfaction, hopping onto one of the bar stools, and sipping at the delicious liquid again. He was so occupied by his tea and his own thoughts that he didn't notice a certain snake-like side enter the kitchen until the other coughed to get his attention.

He was snapped out of his thoughts and saw Janus glance at him before passing by, the resident snake heading towards the fridge. His and Janus's relationship was doing rather well, although it took them a long time to finally forgive each other. Their acquaintanceship was improving per se. But Roman does notice sometimes how weird Janus acts around him, making him wonder if it's a negative thing or a positive one. Hopefully the last one. Roman shrugs it off and continues to drink his tea while he now thinks of new ideas he can put into a script he is working on.

"What are you up to, Roman?"

Roman looks up and sees Janus approaching him, also noticing a fan and a glass of wine in both his hands. Roman blinks before shrugging and replying, "Nothing much, just drinking tea and thinking of more glorious ideas." he replies cheerily before finishing the cup and setting it down on the counter before turning his full attention towards the serpent-like side. "What's up?".

Janus presses his half-closed fan over his lips before he speaks up again. "Bored, went here to get me some refreshments," he answers simply, closing his fan and taking a sip from his wine. Roman watched carefully as he listened to Janus speak. "What's with the hand fan by the way?" he queries in curiosity, pointing at the fan Janus was holding. Janus perks up and looks at his fan, "Oh this? Just bringing it around with me, the Florida heat is insufferable." he says plainly, placing his wine glass down on the counter.

Roman nodded in understanding as he got up from his seat, walked towards the sink, and placed his mug there. "Anyway, gotta go back to work now. See ya." he chirps, shooting Janus a charming smile. The other merely nodded and looked away, opening his fan and fanning himself quickly. The creative facet watches him for a moment and shrugs before sinking out to his room.

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He was done questing from the Imagination and he decided to go to the living room. Roman was thinking about having a movie marathon of his favorite Disney movies (which is all of them by the way), maybe he could invite the others with him. He suddenly popped out of nowhere in the middle of the room, surprising Virgil who let out a surprised scream and sprung up from his seat. Oh, and Janus was there too.

"Holy fuck, Roman! Can you not do that!?" Virgil exclaimed exasperatedly with a hand on his chest, sitting back down on the couch. Roman knew he held no malice behind his words. The princely facet plopped down beside the anxious one and ruffled the other's hair playfully, causing a hiss of annoyance from Virgil. "My bad, my bad." The creative aspect laughs sheepishly, his laughter growing louder as Virgil tries to shove him off the couch but he doesn't budge.

His eyes then landed on Janus who looked at him, the tip of his closed fan touching his lips. Roman smiles at him sweetly and waves at him, "Hey Jan—" but before he can even finish his words, he drops onto the floor face first as Virgil finally shoves him off the couch. He groaned into the carpeted floor while Janus looked amused. Janus giggled softly and shook his head, covering the lower half of his face with the fan as he suppressed his laughter.

Roman looked at him wide-eyed, surprised to hear a genuine laugh from Janus. A very rare occurrence indeed. He couldn't help but smile as well at the sight of Janus' amusement, and he felt his cheeks heat up. Roman spares Virgil's soft glare as the other laughed his ass off at Roman's current state, the creative one rolled his eyes and got up from the floor. He turns on the TV and grabs the remote before plopping back down on the couch, Now he is sitting on the empty spot near Janus.

"I'm gonna have a Disney movie marathon, Y'all interested?" Roman queries, glancing at Virgil. The anxious facet shook his head as he got up from the couch and stuffed his phone inside his hoodie pocket, "Nah. I'm gonna go take a nap.".

"What about the others? What are they doing?"

"I think Patton's taking a nap too, Lo is working with whatever he's working on, and Remus... I don't know what he's up to." Virgil states as he walks towards the stairs. "Enjoy your movie marathon by the way. I'll tell them if they're interested," he added before climbing up to his room. Roman frowns slightly. It seems that no one was interested, Sigh, poor him... Wait, Janus was there too, but he'd declined too—

"What're you going to watch?" Janus queries quietly as he continues to fan himself slowly, his eyes gazing intensely at Roman. The creative one raises his eyebrows at the other's words, before grinning happily. "Oh, I'm gonna watch Cinderella first. Are you... gonna stay and watch with me?" he smiles softly at Janus. Janus blinked and stared blankly at Roman as he processed the question. "... I guess," he muttered, shutting his fan closed.

Roman beamed happily before directing to Disney Plus where he immediately picked Cinderella to begin his movie marathon with. He places the remote down on the coffee table while excitedly flapping his hands against his lap, his eyes glued to the TV. Janus watched him closely, noticing how excited the other was. He got up from his seat and went to sit down beside the spot beside Roman. Roman turned to look at Janus, who was already looking at him, his reddish-brown eyes locked with the latter's dual-colored ones. Roman gives him a smile and Janus then places the tip of his fan over his cheeks before smiling back at the other then looks away to look at the television. The princely trait continued to watch the movie that played on the TV. He also can't help but wonder why Janus keeps doing those certain gestures using his fan.

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Janus let out a frustrated groan as he sat up on his bed. It has been a week since he tried out his fan language technique on Roman and his clues still haven't gotten through the other trait's head yet. Why is it not working? He questioned as his arms fell limply onto his lap. (It's because barely anyone knows about fan language, Janus.). He glanced over to his side table where his fan was resting; He grabbed the handle and opened it, fanning himself with it in utter annoyance.

What does he have to do to get Roman's attention and for him to notice his dying love for him? (Fucking communicate with him). Janus huffs closes the fan and stands up, walking up to the door and heading down to look for Roman. There, in the kitchen, stood the creative facet. He was drinking his favorite tea as usual and staring into nothingness, probably lost in his thoughts again.

Janus coughed softly to get the other's attention, The other jolted before turning to look at him, his eyes widened at seeing Janus there. Janus touched the tip of his fan to his lips before batting his eyes at Roman, seemingly trying to act cute. Roman blinks in confusion and waves at him with a sheepish smile.

The deceitful trait rolled his eyes before opening his fan and placing it over his heart, hoping that Roman would get what he meant. Janus waited patiently as Roman seemed to try to understand what he meant. But alas, Roman still failed. "Janus, what are you even doing?" Roman asks curiously, tilting his head slightly.

Janus huffs before closing his fan (only in half) presses the half-closed over his lips, and does it again. All of this bullshit was fucking stupid, why can't Roman just loves him already so they can make out-- Surely this gesture would get through Roman's head, it's probably the most obvious one yet. Roman looked at him quizically and cocked his head to the side once more and blinked at the snake-like side, looking like a confused puppy.

An exasperated and annoyed noise ripped out of Janus, getting with all this guessing game they were playing. His plan was stupid and pointless, now he had to put his big boy pants on and do it himself. "Oh, you idiot—"

Janus marched towards Roman, which confused the other more, before pulling Roman by his collar and kissing him. Roman's eyes were blown wide in shock as he stared at Janus, his mind going blank. After a minute, he finally snapped out of his shocked state and everything was finally processing in his head. Roman then finally kissed Janus back, his hands tangling on the other's hair.

The both of them soon pulled away from the kiss, and both of their faces were flushed red.

"So... that's what you wanted?" Roman asked, letting out a soft chuckle. Janus looked away in embarrassment, he was still leaning close to Roman. "Yes..." he muttered softly, embarrassed by his own actions. "Well," Roman started, standing straight. "I guess you still got the message across using... what's it again?" the creative facet says, smiling lopsidedly at Janus.

"Fan language."

Roman giggles a bit at hearing Janus' answer. "You do know not everyone's going to understand that, right? And I thought I was the dramatic one," he said with an amused expression. "Hush and just kiss me." The deceptive trait murmured and unfurled his fan with a flourish, concealing both their faces from the supposed audience as their lips met once more.

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @extraintrovertedalien (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

[itsjustadesperatemutt]

BIG TW - burning/branding, piercing, needles, genital mutilation

Thinking a lot about being hurt by a sadist in ways that will permanently change my body, stripping me of my autonomy and using me as their perverted art project

Piercing my tits and pussy, the more times the better. They give me a set of rings running up each of my pussy lips so they can either tie me shut, or hold my pussy open, at any time. they give me a septum ring and tongue piercings, and use them to tie me places by my face. they could leave me there for hours like that, nose and tongue stuck to the floor and unable to move unless I want to seriously injure myself.

once they’re pierced, the sadist burns my nipples so badly that I can’t feel any sensation in them, and brands my tits with degrading words and pretty designs. They use anything around to burn me - cigarettes, incense sticks, matches and lighters. One day they turn on the electric stove and instruct me to hold my nipples to the burner, under threat that if I don’t they’ll press my whole chest down and hold me there.

Once my tits are perfectly destroyed, they up the stakes. They strap me down, piercings holding me open, and use a plasma pen on my boypussy. they pull back my foreskin and use it right on the head. They could carve so many pretty designs right onto my clit, maybe a spiral coming out from the center or ridges burned into the glans. They mutilate my inner labia too, carving designs and burning little holes through them with the plasma pen.

I think they must be done, but soon I heal and then they move on to my ass. They brand their full name onto my ass cheeks, deep burns that will leave lifelong scars. They also brand the words “anal slut” onto my ass, one word for each side. Soon after they strap me down once again and spread my ass, roughly shoving in a metal spreader and stretching me to my limit. They then methodically burn around the rim of my asshole. With the skin stretched so tight they barely have to do anything to make the skin blister and break. I know I would scream and scream, but it would only get them off. Once I was burned all around the rim, they would give me a short break and burn the word “denied” into my taint. Still painful, but not as bad as what was to come. Next they move on to my inner walls. Each time they burn I can hear a little sizzle, damage being done to skin thats so sensitive and soft. I wonder lightly if I’ll ever heal from this, not that it matters at this point. I have no ownership over my own body. They run another white hot burn from deep inside my hole all the way up to the rim, and all those thoughts quickly leave my head as i shriek. I can hear them laugh and that combined with the pain makes me fuzzy.

For a while they’re mostly satisfied, the most they do is check in and re-brand old scars that are fading. Some days I even come to them with a report, showing them all the spots that need refreshing. Sometimes if they’re bored they’ll brand a few symbols or a new degrading label across my shoulders. I’m a happy painslut and things are steady.

Then, one day, I upset them. Doesn’t matter how, or even how bad. For the first time they decide to punish me. I’ve always been afraid of them, but today I worry that I might really be in danger. Somehow my brain has been so fucked by them, though, that I almost register the fear as a nice sensation. As they strap me to a table, I wonder what’s left to do to me. Maybe they’ll start an art piece on my stomach with the plasma pen, pushing me until I pass out and laughing at me the whole way.

Rather than their usual instruments of torture, however, they begin to lay out what looks like surgical equipment. Syringes full of liquid, scalpels, and stitching supplies. I ask what they’re doing and they ignore me, a glint in their eyes I’ve never seen before. I try to sit up and look, but they’ve strapped my neck down to the table. Any time I try to move my head up I choke myself. I feel a few pinpricks in my pussy, and then I feel the entire thing go numb. My mind starts racing, wondering what the sadist might be planning for me.

I can’t feel a thing, my only clue about what’s being done to me is the clinking of them setting things down or picking them up. Eventually, they instruct me to look at them. I obey, choking myself out as I turn my gaze down to them. When they’re finally in view my vision is blurring from the lack of oxygen, but I can make out them holding up a small piece of tissue with a set of foreceps. For the first time I can hear genuine glee in their voice as they as me what I think it is. My head falls back and I say that I don’t know, but a sick feeling has set over me.

They stand and dangle the little piece of tissue over my face, laughing when blood drips onto me. “It’s your clit!” they exclaim, and shake it in front of me again. That sick feeling fully settles in my stomach, and I almost retch thinking about what they’ve done to me. About how they’re mocking me with my own mutilated genitals, waving my clit in front of my face with unrestrained glee like it’s a toy. Because to them it is.

Before they go to sit back down and stitch me up, they toss my clit to the side. Their whole demeanor changes as they get right in my face and whisper to me, “Never cross me again. Your clit is only the first thing I’ll take from you, but every single body part you still have is owned by me. Today may be the last day you ever feel pleasure from that pussy again, but you still have plenty of parts for me to reclaim. Never forget that.”

[lachiennearoo]

I AM ASSEMBLING A TEAM FOR A LOW-BUDGET ANIMATED MOVIE

I know am asking a LOT right now, but considering this is a passion project without a deadline or budget, I guess it's why I'm asking here (and well, I'm no professional lmao).

In 2019, I wrote a short quebecois (french canadian) cyberpunk, action, sci-fi story novel. It was my most beloved project, and it still holds a big spot in my heart (even tho some newer stories of mine are higher quality). Ever since I made it, all I've done is draw scenes, characters, anything from it. I have a folder of about 200 pictures, animatics and concept art added to it over the years. One thing doesn't work for me to do the project though: I can't voice act, I can't make music, and I can't animate (well, not anything above basic storyboards, and I wanna do something in 3D lmao).

I have... well, not a lot of money (no seriously, I am VERY broke). So well while I can try my best to pay anyone who is willing to help, I can't guarantee it'll be a lot (which I know it can be frustrating, as an artist, to not be monetarily compensated for your hard work, so that's why I'm saying it now).

Due to all of this, I'm only asking for people who are GENUINELY interested. I can't provide much in terms of budget so I don't wanna give anyone false hopes. But I promise that I will work very hard to fill in any position that I can, like script writing, character and environmental concept art, direction, I can even try to voice-act if there's not enough actors! As for the work itself, I allow as many breaks as needed. You're allowed to work on any personal project if you ever feel tired or overwhelmed. I too will take many breaks. I don't mind how long it takes, months, one year, a few years even, as long as I know it'll eventually be done and that the people working are genuinely interested.

Now if you've stuck this far and are still interested, I'll share the requirements:

MOST IMPORTANT PART: I am searching for 3D modelers and animators (if you can do both that's cool but it would be nice to separate tasks so it's less tiring for each person working). My characters are very diverse-looking and expressive, so above all, I'd prefer someone who can animate faces well because that's really what I want to pop out (but if you can't, that's okay too, I'm not THAT picky) (tho despite being cartooney, I'm more in the simplistic, Clone Wars - Arcane department than I am in the realistic Disney - Pixar one)

I need voice actors who speak french. No English-only speakers, sorry. Most should be natively québécois (or french who can imitate the accent fluently) but there's a few characters who are anglophones or have a french accent, so that could help too if you're not from Québec but wanna make a voice. The story is rather dramatic and action-packed, with a lot of violence, fight scenes, screams of pain and agony, all that, so be ready for that

And of course, I'd like to have some people who can do the soundtrack (one person or more working together). The story is sci-fi/cyberpunk taking place in Québec, so I'd expect someone who can go more techno, european (and cinematic too)

YOU DON'T NEED TO UNDERSTAND FRENCH TO WORK. I'm fully bilingual so I won't have trouble communicating with you. The only language requirements would be in voice-acting, or if you're working in team and need to communicate with someone else, but otherwise there really is no need because, well, google translate is a thing, and I can always be a translator for you as well if needed.

BONUS: If there's someone available (you don't HAVE to for that part, it's just to make things easier, but they're not requirements because those are all things I can do myself), I could always get some bonus script writers to help the process go a bit faster, and translators in case someone wants to put subtitles in different languages

Here is the folder of (most) of the art on Artstation: https://www.artstation.com/rosaliegosselin/albums/2467754

And here is a very short animation I did for it a while back (if you don't want spoilers tho, don't watch it, it's one of the last scenes of the story lmao): https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/782216

And here's the story itself (it's just in french tho, sorry about that, but you can just use Google translate): https://www.wattpad.com/story/214223068-magicae-automata

I hope you feel inspired! If you know anyone who might be interested, do feel free to share this with them! I look forward to working with you! Shoot me a DM if you're interested, and if I get enough people, I'll start a discord for all of us to talk!

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Okay uhhh big 'thoughts and ramblings' dump for the entirety of chapter 1 and and very early chapter 2! Random tidbits and pondering Majima. I'll put Akiyama in a petri dish and study him in another post tomorrow, it's literally 00:35 as I'm writing this and I wanna be coherent for that one.

I'm sad they got rid of these adjectives before the item names. I got a "creepy tauriner" before this and it gave me a lil' giggle. What was done to it for it to be creepy? Who knows! It's a small thing, but it's a source of amusement for me.

I might be wrong, but... I get the feeling that this man has a widespread, dedicated and horny feral fanbase. Idk. Just a hunch.

I thought we were getting 'Ten years in the joint 2: electric boogaloo' for a second. Thankfully Hana (THE GOAT THE MVP THE LEGEND HERSELF) saved the day.

Also idk who this man is exactly but he's cute so I think he's gonna be nice and cool and I will love him. Maybe he's Akiyama's Date? He seems fun. I like the look in his eyes. I wanna trust him.

AW SHIT NOT AGA-

Oh. THANKS FOR THE REMINDER AND RE-BREAKING MY HEART I GUESS??? Nah but seriously. Did Nishiki really indirectly save this man from homelessness and help him rebuild? Incredible. RIP King.

ABOUT OTHER THINGS:

I did NOT miss the names "Shibata" and "Ueno" being thrown around. I've watched enough Y0 playthroughs to remember them. So... are we finally getting the backstory on the whole thing that cost Majima his eye? ARE GETTING THE SAEJIMA COMEBACK???

Okay I'm probably getting too hyped, they might give the backstory now and bring Saejima back in 5 or 6. He WILL be back, I feel it in my bones! they wouldn't foreshadow it in Y0 if not!! But like... no way they don't give us the tea now.

On the topic of Majima: KAMUROCHO HILLS IS BACK, BABY!! Good for Majima!! I wonder if it's actually Majima and co. featuring Google who's building it or if it's an actual team of pros working under the Majima family. I wouldn't mind seeing the Kiwami 2 design come back, I'm very fond of it🥺

It tickles my brain in a weird way that Majima has actually had more of a presence in the game than Kiryu this far and we're getting Shibata and Ueno stuff. Is this gonna be like... the Majima Game™? Do I dare hope?

I don't see how Kiryu would fit in the equation based on the story this far. But he's very much at the forefront or the cover art, so I'm certain he'll find his role in the game sooner or later. I have faith in the writers. It's just that this far his presence doesn't feel needed. But, then again, I'm in the EARLY-early game.

Also HANA DESERVES THE WORLD. She deserves a raise, she deserves a long vacation, she deserves praise, a healthy amount of sleep and all the good things in this world. We stan Hana in this blog.

[in-case-of-grace]

ADHD productivity hack: SWITCHBOARD

Sometime last year, I stumbled on something that significantly boosted my productivity. I kinda...ignored it because it felt silly, but lately I've done more thinking and have been integrating it more seriously into my workflow because it truly does work really well for me.

For me, doing anything productive can often be either understimulating or overstimulating. I've found that giving myself periodic boosts/rests from that, respectively, can really help keep me motivated to actually stay on task.

How does it work? 1. Determine your task. 2. Pick a fun side activity, one with micro goals. (Micro goals are small goals that can be achieved within 5-20 minute chunks. Things like watching a video, finishing a mission/reaching a location in a video game, or drawing a section of an art piece.) 3. Do a lil bit of the task. 4. Switch to the side activity, complete a micro goal. 5. Switch back to your task, stay on it for about the same amount of time you spent in-game. Don't time it, if you lose track and go longer, that's great! (You may also switch after finishing a micro goal in the task itself, if the timing works.) 6. Repeat!

This is much more relaxed and fluid than, say, the pomodoro technique— and allows for moments where you can actually enter a flow state or hyperfixate on the important task at hand, as there's no timer to interrupt you.

I personally do this with video games most as they lend themselves really well to micro goals (Games with dedicated, built in breaks like Stardew Valley's 15 minute days, Vampire Survivors' 15 minute missions, Turns in any 4x game, or rooms/floors in most roguelikes are particularly well suited to this.)

Again what matters most is that the micro goals can be done in 5-20 minutes. I personally look for things around 15 but, some fluidity is nice. I find that heavily structured timers like those used for pomodoro are often overstimulating and stressful.

It feels silly to say "playing video games helps me get more work done" but I've accepted that, hey, I ain't a neurotypical— I don't work the same way they do. What works for me may look silly just because it's not what society taught me productivity looks like, and maybe that needs to change.

I can't guarantee that this will work for everyone's brains, but it works for mine, and I hope it helps someone else!

[thatuselesshuman]

Good lord I ranted again

As per usual, don't read if you want my regularly scheduled silly content

Does anyone else feel like they're fading into obscurity?

Now that may seem like a weird question to ask but lately I've been feeling like I'm being left behind in just about everything. Life is moving too fast and I'm moving too slow.

Don't get me wrong, I can't really complain about my life being terrible because I have it pretty good. I'm getting my masters degree on a scholarship so I won't have any debt once I leave. I'm able to provide by myself and rent an apartment in this economy. I have an internship/job at a government organization that almost guarantees me a high-paying job. I'm able to share my stories and my art with the people of Tumblr and they're always so nice to me.

Objectively, my life is great.

So why do i feel like I'm drowning in a way?

It's probably because when you're succeeding, that sets a new bar and you're no longer allowed to fall below that bar once again. I have to do good in my classes or else I'll lose my scholarship. I can't take a day off from my internship or I feel like I may be seen as not committed. I have to post and I have to always interact or the community I've built around me will crumble like a house of cards in my absence.

And where in that equation does rest factor in? I've done the math and I'm so damn tired because it doesn't. I guess that's the root of it all. I'm tired and I don't know how to stop working. I can't take a rest or everything I hold dear will fall like sand through my fingers and I'll be left with only me.

That may seem highly dramatic but I've seen evidence and I've taken it as fact. I can't stop myself from believing it even as I know that one day off won't destroy everything I've built. I can't guilt people into staying with me and I don't want to. I want to be seen as worthy not because I force it but because they actually like what I bring.

My father once told me that I needed to not be so afraid of failure. His reasoning was that I'm not perfect. While I get his point, I think that the reason explains the fear quite easily. I've never thought I was perfect, and that's why I can't be constantly aware of how I might fail. If I thought I was perfect, I obviously wouldn't try so hard to make sure everything works as it should. I wouldn't be nearly as tired as I am right now if I was perfect.

I think the reason I feel like I'm fading into obscurity is because I'm failing to be the person I want to be seen as. I want to be seen as a silly, unserious person who just likes to joke around because I am that person 99% of the time.

But we all have the tendency to see people as the 1% instead of the 99%. People would much rather see me as the rant I wrote after I got out of the shower instead of the smile I have on my face during the rest of my life. People would rather see me as 'girl who feels failure' than the girl who gets a virus every time she tries to find a webnovel, or as the girl who loved to play soccer, or as the girl who suddenly decided one that she was going to win a math competition and won it in 2 days.

People would rather dumb me down to the feelings I have in my worst moments to make me more relatable than accept that I am a happy person who sometimes needs a break.

And hey, maybe I'm not failing. Maybe this rant makes no damn sense and this is all just word vomit (highly probable). Maybe I need to stop taking my shit so seriously. Maybe I should just stop talking.

[ravnloft]

i'm on a bit of a writing break and i won't be publishing any fic updates until september at the earliest. BUT. i am constantly microwaving my blorbos. so you get some meta (°◡°♡)

something i can't wait to delve into more explicitly in wt. is. the way amma sees her relationship with astarion.

it starts transactional and manipulative (exploitative, even! She Is Not Nice!). he entertains her, and she keeps him alive. she entertains him, and he keeps her alive. they clue in to each other's evil nearly instantly and go (handshake emoji) tactical alliance sex

and then he helps her kill the lolthites...

and she's like. okay. maybe this is a little bit more than just a tactical alliance. i kind of respect his prettyboy grind. maybe we're like, pals. maybe even... friends? ew. disgusting. i need to walk this back

she tries to walk it back and he's like. what the fuck is wrong with you. amma says "i need to chill" and astarion is like "why are you chill? you've never been chill. i didn't fall for you [lying] because you are chill." and he still meets her halfway in the dynamic-- tries to proactively make sure she's happy/safe, instead of just being sexy and distracting-- because in his mind, she's losing interest, and he has to dig his claws in and cling to her for dear life. and there definitely isn't any deeper meaning to that impulse. sure, gale helps him get better at magic, and lae'zel hasn't killed him for being annoying, and shadowheart heals him, but that could mean anything. those other three aren't as important as her. she's the most advantageous one to have a tactical alliance with, because she doesn't care about anyone, and he doesn't need to dwell on why that makes him uncomfortable.

while on the other end, amma is like. yeah, i don't care about anyone. except i care about you. and i care about shadowheart. doesn't everyone care about shadowheart? she's the most care-about-able girl in the universe. but also, i care about you more than i care about shadowheart. that is not a good thing. i only know how to care about killing. if i care about you, i will end up killing one of us.

but he's already dead. :^)

SO SHE STARTS TO LET HIM IN*... she decides that if they're both pretending so hard to be in a relationship, then maybe they're just in a relationship. she starts trying to meet him halfway, too. and she uses the communication avenues that they're used to. she kills people, she feeds him, she sleeps with him. and he freaks out!!! because if SHE (moral vacuum whose ability to survive is a negative character trait) is in love with him (alive) and HE (guy who was degraded past the point of wanting anything to survive, including himself) in love (finally reminded what it was like to enjoy being alive) with her (still alive) then WHO'S DRIVING THE "I'LL DIE FOR YOU" PLANE

they both panic! they start trying to give chances out! astarion sees the weird attraction amma and shadowheart have (is it romantic? is it platonic? is it motherly/daughterly? is it damned4savior?) and tries to prick that open and make it bleed. he tries to kiss shadowheart. he tells amma that shadowheart is in love with her. and he likes them both!!! he can barely handle caring about one person with whom he is actively fucking (in every sense of the word!), let alone a little goth nunlet from downtown who won't even feed him if he is starving!!!**

anyway. thanks for coming to my ted talk. here is a compilation of amsteriart (I STILL NEED A GOOD SHIP NAME FOR THEM OURUGHGUFUGIGHUGHGH) art for you <3

*she tells him "you have me" and she tries to make him feel happy and safe and taken care of, like he's done for her so far, even though she knows he was doing it to manipulate her... ourgh. waugh. they're both leaning so far into trying to "tactically seduce" each other that becomes simultaneously a sexless psychodrama and an erotic rivalry. otherwise known as falling in love.

** to be read in the exact tone and seriousness of the popular tweet, "jail for mother for one thousand years!!!" (miette et al, 2019)