#and it's not even a bad tablet! I'm real happy with it especially as it's bigger than my old one and wasn't ridiculously expensive

[missholoska]

feels like I blinked and suddenly it’s chrimmus and I haven’t posted in 2 months, so how's about an update ✨

the good news: I have a new computer and tablet! my technical difficulties are no more!!

the bad news: I still haven’t gotten back to drawing yet because as great as it is to have a functioning setup again, getting used to windows 11 and a different brand of tablet has been real difficult when my brain is so resistant to change @_@

(unless it’s Good Change like my new computer allowing me to play minecraft with shaders for the first time, which is genuinely a dream come true and the resulting hyperfixation was unavoidable jhfdsgd)

that being said I am 1) slowly but surely getting there and 2) determined to get something drawn before 2024 ends, so we’ll see what I can throw together within the week :] thanks for being patient with me and happy holidays 🎄

[franki-lew-yo]

Worst year of your life so far

It's hard not to feel like every time a moderately good and nice or even great thing happens to me I ought to expect and inconvenience or a TERRIBLE thing to happen right after. This is genuinely why I'm afraid to be happy. I don't have an exact religion, I'm just certain that I am in fact an evil person or at least some evil person's revitalized soul. Since November of last year my life has been, in this order:

>Receive notice that I might owe SSI 15k because a miscalculation says they're overpaying me. I don't have 15k or stashed away 15k. I've been using every cent of money given to survive and pay back overdue fees. Life coach is sure I won't have to pay anything. I don't believe her.

>Find out that the location of my jobsite is being terminated within a week before the site is closed down. Can not be moved to a new location. The chain is dying. No location has room for me.

>Spend the days up to Christmas helping my coworkers who were a lot of times my only non-family communication, tear apart our store and then become strangers. The worst part is when they have me throw out hundreds of dollars of boutique clothes because the company wants to write it off as a reduction, DIRECTLY into a garbage bin. We'll be terminated from any further locations if we're caught trying to save or sneak away with anything. It's Christmas time and here's some clothes for needy people and my company is literally throwing them in a landfill. I just watch.

>Is repeatedly told by my job coach, REPEATEDLY, that I will get a job at a place which shares my old workplace's union. Nope. I don't. They string the both of us along for four months. By the time we move on to a new place in mind THAT job opportunity fizzles out after too many tries. My job coach and I have a fight and he doesn't talk to me or wants to see me. I feel nothing but shame. He and his wife are going through their own crisis.

>While ALL of this is happening I'm watching an active genocide a take place in real time. I try to do my daily clicks and boycott as much as possible. Come August I use up the rest of my unemployment money donating to any vetted fundraiser I can. I hope, I HOPE every time that THIS MONTH must be the last month of this slaughter. The powers that be have to do something...the answer is a resounding no. More and more innocent families are butchered. I can't offer anything really substantial.

>TWICE. TWICE IN ONE YEAR- my EBT gets cut off until I repeal it.

>My sister and I are both unemployed and in mental (in her case physical anguish). We blow up at each other more than once, especially over politics. She gets a job that she hates and is dangerous before the thankfully quits. She gets another job and is layed off for no reason in the same week she gets it.

>Can't afford a real dentist. Have to do a dentist-intern who tells me to watch my cavities that I have but no they can't do anything about it.

>My laptop's mouse stops working. It's fine for tablet but it means I need to use an external mouse for everything casual and writing. I'm already avoiding doing too much digital artwork on account of not wanting to wear down my system. Oh also my screen has a shadow on in.

>My mom is evicted from the house she and her boyfriend have lived in for years now and is forced to live in my grandpa's house which HE'S been forced to move out of. It was also a house I had lived in for awhile as well and so all of my sister and my own childhood things have to come back with us to our apartment. We don't have room. I'm going to have to downsize so many of my things.

>Catch covid because I was too stupid to bother with a booster. It delays getting me my new job and tasting anything for a month. Also delays me getting to work on the art I need done by September/October.

>Dog gets a bad flea infestation almost immediately after this because of summer heat. Also she wasn't on flea medication when it happened.

>My new job is two days a week rather than three. Lesser pay than what I used to have. All throughout October my schedule is cut to one day a week. I can never truly finish my job for my supervisors like they need to of me.

>Life coach assigns new job specialist; the one who got me my job. New specialist tells me all about Tiktok and how I need it and how I ought to download and post more on there. When I ask her for help navigating the platform and for her to help me on my social media art campaign; she shuts me out. Tells me repeatedly she's not versed in social media and tells me to instead take an online class. That's not what I want from her I want her to support me as an artist and that means occasionally just following my pages. She gives me a hard "no". Literally all my plans for a semi-active youtube, tiktok and instagram campaign fall apart. If I can not be supported even emotionally what's the POINT??

>I learn just this night how I unintentionally deeply hurt one of my oldest friends on the platform when I get the courage to ask if she's really upset with me or not. She blocks me mid me trying to ask for more information on the incident that hurt her. I do think I wronged her, but it's that I didn't even know I did that HURTS. Another one of my friends is right in the way of a frikin hurricane.

>Sister/Roommate is diagnosed with a condition that makes drawing difficult. I try not to draw near or around her as much as possible. It hurts. We are both still artists.

>Next door neighbor who's made creepy sexual comments about me to my sister throws dog poop on my sister's car at night. He thinks it's our dog even though I'M THE ONE picking up our dog's poop every single time.

and finally

>Country elects the same admitted fascist we kicked out for starting a riot.

Art, fandom and my dog is literally all I have. It is my one and only escape and happiness. I would be proud of myself and how much I've matured since just last year, but I can't. I can't be because I'm too miserable and so is everyone else around me. People tell me it's my fault or not my fault, people tell me I can help but won't or that I can't help at all. It's never enough. I wish I could be a better friend towards every one of you. I wish I could be a better creator. I wish I could find the time in my schedule to find a time in my therapists' schedule to see me again. All I ever feel like is an entitled garbage heap for even complaining when so many people are suffering to such an insane degree. Even the campaign people coming to me about how they want me to reblog their posts trigger me on account of how so many seem to forget they've already talked to me before. The fact that I am forgotten by circumstances where people can't remember anyone's username hurts me when it shouldn't.

I just want it all to stop.

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And, for the first time, I actually want to thank you if you somehow read any of this. This is going to get deleted soon (or maybe not) because it is a trauma dump and TMI.

And yet I genuinely needed to get all of that off my chest. I am INCREDIBLY stressed out and hate to feel bad for myself because that just makes me hate myself and then feel more bad for myself AGAIN rather than do what I keep saying I want to do and help people. I wish this clarity and odd inner-peace wasn't brought about by such turmoil and inner pain. I wish that so much. I guess to quote Art Spiegelman quoting someone else: "Samuel Beckett once said: 'Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.'...but then again, he did say it."

[thal-ent]

Domhildr belongs to @soupedepates , Tyr belongs to @hel-phoenyx , Meili to @azeler and Kaizarz to @corneille-but-not-the-author (last three only mentionned)

It's so cold out here, especially for this time of the year. My knees are hurting, but I can't help but keep walking forward. I want to go home, but Domi looked so happy when she told me about this guy, I can't bother them. It's rare she has someone over more than once, so it's only natural I do this for her.

I should have put my braces on, before going out, but hey, that's a past Oli mistake ! I can survive, all I have to do is find a place to sit and I'll be able to continue some designs for my clients. They're always so nice, when I have to reschedule because of a pain flare up or me almost falling back into bad habits, the least I can do is a design that's not shaky because of the weather. There's a coffee here, and I sit on the first table I see. There's three people behind me, they're chatting about their relationship... Good for them. The girl is kinda cute, the boys are pretty on the eyes. Neither are my type, tho.

I sigh to myself. "My type" who am I kidding, as if I even know what it is. Tyr and Kaizarz both being giant muscle masses don't count, not if I dont know what the fuck they are to me. I order a chocolat viennois and wait, my hands a bit shaky. The trio is leaving, which makes less background noise for me, but I hope they're doing alright out here. I get my tablet out and open my app, doodling away before getting my drink. The waitress sees me and asks some questions, even shows her own tatoos. They're nice, references to games I never played or sentimental drawings. I tell her my own, from the ones on my hands and arms to the one I got on my back.

She's nice, and it's easy to forget the time with her. But her boss calls her, and she skidaddles aways after taking my instagram's name. I smile to myself and get back to work, my room temperature chocolate on the table.

It's easy, to work with noise around, especially when I can't make out the voices around me. They drown me in a comforting way, like when I immerge myself in a bath and can go back up whenever I want. It's not the beach when the waves crash on my legs and make them shake until I can't fight anymore. I wonder if the others would like this place, maybe it'd be an opportunity to talk for real with Meili. I miss seeing him. The true him.

I'm drawing a forget-me-not on a skull when I feel someone taping my shoulder. It's weird, if it was one of the others, they wouldn't-

Ah.

It's him.

And his clique.

I know the cold hatred that awakens in me when I see his guilty facade. Once it was fear. Then it was envy. Now, I can't even think before the rest of my chocolate is on his pompous, stupid ass dress shirt.

His friends look at me like I'm crazy.

I just smile, when the words get out.

"Oh, sorry. You surprised me."

There's something coming towards me.

Ah.

It's a fist.

***

"I told you, I'm fine !"

"Fine ?? The doctors said you got your nose almost broken !"

"Almost ! I promise Domhildr, the worst pain is that fucking ice pack."

"And don't you dare take it off." She's fuming, I can tell. I called her from the ER, after someone separated the idiots from me. She doesn't know what happened. "Will you at least-"

"I fell, you know how it is when I forget my stuff !"

She doesn't believe it, I know. But she knows I wont budge either, a perfect draw between us. I'm lucky the others aren't here, otherwise I may have cracked. But I rather they think I was a drug addict than the truth.

Dom just sighs and hugs me tight, like she does when I really upsets her. I'm sorry. I truly am. I squeeze back with all my weakness, and smile again when she hands me my tablet.

At least, nothing was broken today.

She asks what I want to eat, and I just let her do what she wants. I'm not hungry, but for her I'll try.

[synergy-poprocks]

#0007: Squirtle

well that was certainly a relief after Venusaur took me nearly three weeks!! Meet Tortuguita ("Little Turtle" in Spanish)!! He's got a quirky nature and is "alert to sounds." I gave him some headphones so he could chill without sounds bothering him, and some sunglasses a la Squirtle Squad because it seemed fitting. He's enjoying some well-deserved floor time or possibly floating in a river in that second shot as us folk who are sensitive to sounds like to do when we're overwhelmed.

. . . it just now occurs to me that I may have made an autistic-coded turtle, and you know what? that seems right.

thoughts under the cut:

Ok I am MEGA proud of how the normal model on the right looks. There are some flaws but he looks REAL good, especially the eyes. I see my roommate draw on her tablet all the time and copied one of her tricks where she uses the selection tool to adjust proportions when something she's done doesn't look quite right, and doing that to make the body a better size in relation to the head made ALL the difference. My little line trick I learned with Venusaur helped get the feet right, which were probably the hardest part to nail aside from the lines on Tortuguita's stomach. The one on the left has some issues proportionally and still looks a little flat, but isn't too bad. The glasses took a while, but 'm happy how they turned out overall. I cut myself a LOT more slack when doing my own poses etc., though I did use a little help from a Pokémon Sleep style to see where the tail should go. I didn't have it on my canvas like I do for my other references though, just pulled up on the side on Serebii. This one's ended up even better than the one based on the official art work, I think!!

Goal wise, I think I've finally found a way/thickness/color for outlining that I like. I do need to work on making stuff more 3D when I'm not working with a reference, but the one I worked on WITH a reference has some decent depth.

Overall, I'm getting better and I can feel the progress. The last one was a bit of a slog, but Tortuguita was a fun one!!

[shallowseeker]

Hey Shal, I have a question about your family diner meta. Mad respect, but in the Leviathan arc Biggerson's is made out to be a bad thing. I was wondering if you have any thoughts on that, since in the Cas tablet meta where Naomi attacks Cas, you talk about Biggerson's being bigger sons -> better than their fathers because of their bigger hearts is a good thing? Anyway, I'm hoping this comes across as a friendly question!

I tend to shy away from writing about some stuff from that season, because a lot of it seems very era-attenuated. Example: how an average librarian is referred to as "Chubby" and her beau as "Chub-chaser" in Repo Man. In general some of the mean despair over "fat people" in this season comes off Hollywood-seedy and thoughtless, but it's soooo of the times.

For a little while in this era, the documentary SuperSize Me reigned supreme in every bit of small-talk and in every classroom. Jessica Simpson was a frequent target of weight-shaming, including this hugely publicized fiasco from 2009, when she looked like a walking dream BTW.

In this way, SPN is like a time capsule. (Like how, if you were alive at the time during post-"war on terror," Torture was the big topic in every current events class, verging on a buzz word. This obsession with torture looms larger in early-mid SPN because ot it.)

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Yes, Biggerson's is a BIG motif in season 7, and with negative connotations. It's a nod to SuperSize Me. It's especially damning for the punching-down attitudes in Hollywood.

I want to point out that although the name is cheeky, Biggerson's wasn't even inherently bad in-world.

The Leviathan was a rotten supplier to this family chain industry, dosing its food with additives, which mirrors a lot of the real-world chatter about trans-fats, partially hydrogenated oil, etc. People were working really hard to get them banned!

When you get down to it, the people inside Biggerson's were being actively preyed upon under the guise of family together-time.

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What I think... I want to carefully pivot to, maybe...

is the dark side of humanity and family, that of consumerism and exploitation.

I think overall that the family diner itself is still a positive motif, but as with every motif, there's a shadow side--the uncharitable side, a side that can be carried to extremes.

And the "shadow self" of the family diner motif is excess and greed exploiting the family by ravaging its most basic requirement to survive: shelter and nourishment.

They are making humans into livestock.

This was also a rampant idea in the 2000s: about selectively breeding farm animals so that they get dumber and dumber, until they're easy to subjugate for meat, assembly-line style.

I think they briefly touch on this again in season 12...with the Moloch monster and family business of meat packaging.

Anyway, SPN was trying to loop this idea in, too.

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So, yes. BIG erson's. Bigger Sons. Etc. Etc.

You want your kids to be better than you, with "bigger hearts" and more kindness. But bigger and stronger can have a heck of a downside, too.

But at its heart, the family diner also represents communion and community. It is, after all, the weak, vulnerable human family that Cas wants to protect in season 8.

It's both things at once.

(ASIDE//

And Cas becomes the ideal/idea/motif of the always-working dad/husband who wants to provide for you but doesn't indulge in happiness or nourishment for himself. At least... not until the family is safe/cared for.)

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ASIDE 2//

Flagrant consumerism is a big part of Nephilim concept, too, and that's a very ancient story.

Theirs was an extensive appetite that so drained the world they had to be eradicated to save the world. In a very real symbolic sense, We are the Nephilim. (On the nose maybe, but we are empire: too tall, too strong, too wasteful, war-mongering, dominating etc. etc.)

And my point is, I think humans have always been aware of the tension and war that comes with the competition for finite resources. Resource-hogs. It's not just a modern, "American" concept.

In early days, our conceptualization of gods and demi-gods mimics the food chain. Ergo: If gods are above us, they're like other stronger animals...they want to eat us. Thus, sacrificing to them is a way to appease them. (Psychologically.)

Humanity and religion are historically oriented towards pooling our resources to survive. Many religions, even the big ones imho, are a clever family-extension devices, that's why it they’re so littered with parental components.

(It's used to bind people “under one roof” and funnel the resources appropriately.)

Certainly, that how Cults and Causes start; in meaningful ways they're all baby/early religions. And when enough time goes by, and the leaders die, etc etc...they devolve to myth and respectable religions proper.

The ultimate difference is just... time.

If angels are royal families, ancient knights-and-tribalism, then Leviathan were supreme capitalism.

It worked well in theory, even when the execution was sometimes lacking to too campy to get the satire across. Especially coming from, you know, Hollywood. And Biggerson's is a warped shadow of that appetite symbol.

[rawrtriesagain]

Heya, same anon who asked you for art advice! First, I wanted to thank you for answer my questions and listing all that wonderful advice! I just have some followups. It’s really okay to just draw without even knowing how to put down a line? Won’t that just lead to bad habits or not learning the right techniques? And you mentioned learning how to draw the human body, will the sites you listed help, or are there other resources I should look up (like maybe on Pinterest?). Again, thanks!

Combining your asks into one. Thank you for the kind words! I'll be happy to continue helping where I can :)

So in terms of bad habits and practices, this is where my advice will fall flat haha because I myself don't know what's a good practice actually - I just do what I want to do even if its the worst way to do something anyone's ever seen! For example, my way of doing 'lineart' (just cleaning up my sketches) is to draw big fat lines and then slowly carve it with an eraser into a line I deem good enough. Someone who could grab a pen and draw a perfect line on the fly would probably be like wtf watching me meticulously erase my one fat line lol

But!

If you really don't know how to put down a line at all yet, your best bet really is to just start. There's not really a trick or technique too it, its just practice. I think unless you were trying to go into art school or something and needed to work on a portfolio (btw again I am not the person to ask for that), there's not really a 'bad habit,' its just as long as you're having fun. In my earlier example about my 'lineart' I pretty much know I'm doing it in such a dumb way, but I actually find it really fun to carve away my line with an eraser haha. Yea I could put in the effort to actually learn how to do things properly, but I like wasting hours just nitpicking on this little thing just because its fun to me. (I do the same thing for coloring also. I'll scribble my entire screen and then use an eraser to start carving things out lmao)

Of course while you're drawing and you're doing something that makes you think "hey this actually sucks actually-" that's when you take the opportunity to grow and learn something new that you didn't know before. This is a digital art thing: but for the longest time I literally didn't know anything about layers and my thoughts were just "man there's got to be a better way to do this" which throws me into a rabbit hole of searching "how do I do This Thing"

If you're really into learning art techniques though it might be good to slowly go over all of the 'art fundamentals' especially when it comes to like shading and perspective. I looked at this blog post and it looks like it would help start you out with some links to other resources: link then of course you can look up the corresponding Youtube videos to see someone actually do the fundamental for real. I'd also honestly recommend like a beginners artist course in person if that's something affordable and accessible to you. It's been one of my dreams to go to like random art classes for fun haha but alas life happens so its just me and my tablet until I'm rich as hell I guess. I've never taken a digital course either, but if that's one of the ways you're able to learn that's great too and I'd recommend it!

Next on human body:

Sorry I should have talked about them more in depth at the time, but yes they will help but only if you're determined to use them correctly! So the sites I listed basically show a pose for 30 seconds, and the idea is you're supposed to just try to take in the shape/form of the pose and draw it without nitpicking over minor details. You can also set the timer higher if you need (I used to set it to at least 60 seconds just because I was just a slow ass artist). But basically it should help you break down the human body into simple shapes and lines.

Now what I mean by using the sites correctly: So there's two ways to approach drawing from references:

1. "eye tracing" which is where your eyes are kind of just following the outline of whatever you're drawing but you're not really processing what exactly you're doing to help you later down the line. I have a bad habit of doing this and I tend to struggle later again for the same pose.

2. Breaking down the reference into small chunks and shapes, and then morphing those shapes into your piece. And later down the line you should start to be able to think of things like "oh the Circle piece of the body normally goes Here!"

Here's a random google image I found to help illustrate what I'm kind of talking about:

So eye tracing would kind of be like a less refined version of #3. Just a blobby but like you can somewhat tell what it is and that's cool I guess, but its not very helpful for when you want to try drawing a variant of the pose above. Breaking down the reference is like steps #1 and #2, simple shapes and blocks that help guide and outline the final shape you want. #1 in particular is very easy to change around should you want to.

So while you're on the sites I linked, you should try to break down each pose into its shape instead of drawing exactly what you see. You should also keep in mind the 'line of action' while doing so:

It's definitely a lot to take in all at once, so I'd honestly recommend just loading up the site and doing your best to replicate the pose, 'eye tracing' or not. Once you get more used to the routine and flow, then try to branch into learning more appropriate techniques. I've seen around that some people also recommend removing the time limit on the poses, as some people learn better by taking their time on one thing and breaking things down even further from there, but that's definitely up to you. You could also go out and try drawing random people if that helps and if you're bold!

My experience with Pinterest has mostly been for inspiration or cool things I've never thought of before, though I'm sure others are able to use it better than I can haha. I'm sure there are step by step guides to help you out around there!

I think resources to learn how to draw better really do come down to what kind of learner you are in the first place. Lots of people learn really well from Youtube tutorials for example, or maybe reading and following along with a book about anatomy would work for you too. I have like the most god awful attention span ever, so what works for me is just raw trial and error and hoping for the best. tbh idk how I even got this far haha but i am happy that I've progressed at all

Let me know if you have more questions and I'll definitely do my best to answer them! If you're looking for more advice regarding traditional art learning fundamentals, I'm sure there are many other artists that would be happy to answer your questions as well!

Best of luck! :)

[leos-regression-cove]

Ha! Jokes on you! The deluge of posts below were actually all #agere fic inspo all along!

Basically (no spoilers no spoilers), I have come to the conclusion (after lots and lots of careful deliberation), that officially, "All The Lessons I Never Learned" takes place in 2014!

Why? + Mobius backstory timeline

All the cultural references I've included up until now, are on track with that year! For example, Thor watches Peppa Pig, Yo Gabba Gabba, and The Wonderpets*, all of which were airing in 2014! (*Wonderpets had finished but it was still being aired) AND it would fit my imagined headcanons of a slightly dated, pre-pandemic New York City and Mobius using a flip phone, or Sylvie enjoying Frozen. All because I'm writing about her kids tablet, and I got mine in 2014 and was using that as a basis! So I started looking for inspiration from M0mspc and then I was like... "but if this is 2014, gay marriage won't be federally legal for another year!!"

So I got even more invested in the old images and started coming up with backstory for Mobius. It's mostly already in the story but like Idk I think the images make a moodboard, so I've made a timeline...

1983:

Mobius enrolls in a police science program but even though he really tries, he can't help but think it isn't what it should be. He stays in it for another year because of this girl he's dating, Ravonna Renslayer. She's in law-- Real law --studying to be a lawyer and he's pretty smitten with her.

June 2003:

Mobius and Ravonna get married. They took a long break after college but the universe seemed to want to push them together. They do all the typical couples things because they feel like they're supposed to. They have the big fancy wedding that everyone expects them to. They get a starter home. It isn't super suburban, but it's suburban enough. They both need to get to work easily, so they're in the city. They're happy like this it's the American dream. It's supposed to make them both happy. Mobius has been working in business for about 20 years now and is celebrating 15 years at his company. He hasn't moved up that much... but that's alright.

December 2007:

Mobius gets his first digital camera for Christmas. He takes photos of everything for the next several years but never develops a real eye for photography. He's been married to Ravonna for about 4 and a half years now. Things are going... fine. But not well. They're really more of friends and they know mutually that they're drifting apart but won't say it out loud. No one's abusive or especially mean, but they just aren't made for each other. They stay together because Ravonna brings home a good chunk of money and Mobius is good at making dinners and showing that he cares, even if he isn't a particularly intimate husband.

Late 2008/early 2009:

In a last ditch effort to fix their marriage, Mobius and Ravonna finally make the decision to adopt a little. They've gone back and forth on whether they wanted kids, littles, or just a dog, but something came up and they take home Sylvie. Because he makes a little less money, Mobius stays home to take care of her for the first few months. Ravonna, as much as she loves Sylvie, just isn't around enough to be a super present, driving force in her life. They go out as a family some weekends and on occasion Ravonna can take over for few hours but it's mostly just Sylvie and Mobius. Around this time Mobius also discovers that he's gay and makes a couple stops at The Barracuda drag lounge when Ravonna says she'll watch Sylvie.

2010:

Ravonna and Mobius separate and Ravonna moves to Pennsylvania for a new job offering. It's an amicable divorce and Mobius gets custody of Sylvie with a decent sized alimony/little-support check. He moves into an smaller, older apartment with cheap rent for Manhattan. He lets Sylvie paint her own room. It's a hideous green but... eh... everything in the place kind of was so he didn't beat himself up too bad about cleaning up when she drew on the walls or got slime in the carpet.

December 2013:

For her birthday, Sylvie gets a Samsung kids tablet. She loves it. It's almost the only piece of modern technology in the little apartment: Mobius still has a flip phone, and a landline, there's a family computer in the kitchen, and there's an intercom box in the apartment that doesn't work and just makes staticy noises and has never been fixed, Sylvie has a cheap, chunky CRTV in her room, and even the one in the living room is a pretty primitive flat (read: "thinner") screen. She's in love with the device and can't wait to show everything she can do on it to her papa.

April 2014:

Mobius lands a new job at some Norwegian company. What do they make? He couldn't really tell you but it's an office management position, it's closer to home and Sylvie's little school, and the salary is almost double. It's a dream-come true for him.

early June 2014:

Mobius meets Loki. Well, they've met casually, but Loki needs to go on a trip and asks him for the days off. (<- Hey! That's the first chapter of the fic!)

early August 2014:

Mobius runs into Loki at a playgroup for littles and introduces Sylvie and Thor. They hit it off!

November 2014:

All caught up with where I am in the fic.

Loki and Mobius both understand that the other has some romantic interest, but they haven't really actually talked about it yet and are putting it off because they're scared that it might be awkward if maybe they were wrong the whole time. Neither of them is exactly totally, openly, out of the closet (Loki is struggling with his genderfluidity and Mobius is still working on calling himself openly gay, especially since until now, he's never really met anyone he'd consider actually getting into a relationship with), but they're both pretty on board spending a lot of time with the other. You could cut the romantic tension with a knife but you'll just have to suffer for a few more chapters (it's not forever!!!).

Anyway yes this is all from the images and my accursed brain.

[somethincreates]

tysm for telling me about your tumblr. i didn't realize u had one for some reason. i am so happy to see your art! your look and style is so distinct and it makes me happy. i really really really love your drawings of shenhe and yanfei. yanfei is actually my fav genshin character and that expression you drew on her is so silly, i can't stop giggling. i don't even care for march too much, but i think you captured her essence so well in that sketch that i feel like i might fall in love. it's too adorable

i stopped playing genshin ages ago, so i have no idea who a lot of these b-words are, but i like the drawings you did of the one with the eyeballs!

i was thinking again about one of the notes you put in the work of the kafstel shorts-about how you wrote about small sizes contrary to what people might expect to see in explicit works like this (with humiliation or whatever) and i really like that you handled it like that because it's sooo wholesome and heartwarming! i am so unhealthily obsessed with kafstel and i might be repeating myself with my other comment, but i really feel like you captured them so well and it feels so real... they were made for each other... they truly are each other's destinies and perfect for one another and it makes me so happy

your creative wonder has haunted my mind and i am so grateful for it- because it makes me feel comforted, cozy, and proud to know that someone like you exists out there. i even ended up pulling out my tablet and doing a little sketch of stelle because of you. fair warning, it is nsfw, but it's nothing detailed or over-thetop because i'm too simple. i just wanted to depict stelle with a lil peen bc i think it's adorable... SHE is adorable and all people should feel no shame or insecurities about their looks or bodies. though... i dont rlly have any experience drawing peens (or genitalia at all LOL!) i really think i could've gone smaller.... oh well, it's really nothing special, but you can see it if you go to imgur and add /a/IzUJroq to the end of the website url

you don't have to reply or acknowledge this message at all (especially if you don't want the nsfw image to be associated with your blog) it's completely fine and understandable to me. im just happy to have had a reason to interact again

thank you again for sharing your works!

I don't really advertise my tumblr as I haven't really done much with this blog yet. I only have it listed on my AO3 bio and that's it. I figured I make it a special place for those that care to see my art or potential drabbles I'd write. Also, Yanfei liker, truly goated.

To ramble on with an anecdote, I wrote Small Packages with the idea in mind of that size to show how in a loving sort of relationship, especially one destined to be, size is irrelevant to an extent. Being literally made for each other is such a lovely romantic idea. Perfect for KafStel.

I had the idea for making Stelle have small size because I noticed there wasn't any fics, art, or anything else that depicted small sizes in a positive light. At least not as much as packing major heat does. For anything that is, not just for Stelle. Even fairly middle of the road sizes don't get a lot of things made for them. I get why as it's a fantasy so going big with anything is expected. Like height, breast size, or powers, etc. It's not inherently bad and I see nothing wrong with it, I just noticed how there wasn't a lot or moderate amount of small penis fics/art/ect out there that wasn't humiliation in some way.

Nothing against humiliation play, just not my thing. At least not the more aggressive forms of it.

This goes into my creation process. When I notice there isn't a lot of something that I find interest in, I want to make it. Thusly, not a lot of small penis appreciation, not a lot of Stelle being top, not a lot of wholesome and heartwarming smut, therefore I made Small Packages. Big things come in them after all. This was the case at the time of planning and writing, that is.

Typically that's how it goes. I see a lack of something I want to see then I make it so it exists out there. Pretty much the majority of my fics and art are made because I couldn't find it elsewhere and wanted it to exist. The file name I make my art on is called "Ideas to manifest" for a reason.

Anyway, thank you for the kind words. I'm glad that you drew somethin'. Stelle has such a cute expression. Love it a whole lot. The soft linework is somethin' I struggle with so seeing it is always a treat. It looks like it feel nice to run my fingers on. As in on a sheet of paper.

The manifesting is working.

I haven't a problem being associated with anything NSFW on this blog, given I write it so it's already associated with me. I have made NSFW art as it's part of how I plan my fics but never posted them. They're all super rough and not meant to be looked at that way. Like rough drafts are for the creative, not the audience.

Rambling again. Thank you so much for the ask, art, and read. It means a whole lot to me.

[illmoraineakoi]

*creeps in an adds an extra layer of crack treated seriously onto this*

Time Travel Body Swap AU where Alan is sent into his past self's body and vice versa; and they know it.

[Under a read more bc this got a bit long]

Noogai's just very very confused about it, but Alan is constantly loosing his mind thinking about what his past self might do to his sticks, while also struggling to rectify his past misdeeds towards Victim or TCO. TCO would fit better, it'd be harder to try to earn TCO's trust/alliance with him if he's already been a pop-up blocker for a year or more. TCO is NOT cooperating, at all, and instead tries to actively make Alan's life more difficult, bc this is pre-semi redeemed Chosen who is still an aggressive little spitfire gremlin for like no reason. Though, Alan has a bit more experience dealing with belligerent stick figures than Noogai, and a lot better skill at fighting them, so even when TCO immediately goes on an anger-fueled rampage the moment Alan releases him, it's not really as easy as TCO thought it would be... He absolutely ends up in a time-out box, where Alan is finally able to get him to communicate, though cooperation is still lacking.

[Alan is also struggling with 2006 technology bc homygosh he does not remember it being so terrible. He tries to do things that WindowsXP can't do or go to websites that don't even exist yet, and he forgets how half of these programs even function omg Chosen help please I'm begging you why is it all so laggy why does everything look so UGLY--]

And if we wanna add a little bit of angst, perhaps Noogai doesn't realize that the Color Gang sticks are alive because he just thinks the tech has gotten more advanced, causing them to seem more realistic. Potentially circumvented when the Gang proceeds to kick his cursor's ass in no time because wow his reaction time really sucks in comparison to Alan's lmao.

Potentially uncircumvented again if this actually angers Noogai enough to provoke him into trying to delete them, only to discover that he can't, the Gang's EXEs are protected from deletion by a custom program Alan has. Then its a game of "find the protective program to get rid of it" while the Gang have to deal with the first real hostile computer user they've ever encountered while trying to keep him away from the only layer of protection they really have.

[If you wanna get really angsty, stickfight.com ceasing to function due to flash's death could mean that them getting deleted now is a permanent* death.]

[* - May not actually be permanent bc Orange.]

Potential Idea I can't figure out how to fit anywhere but I'm including it bc I find it v juicy: Victim gets his hands on Noogai specifically. That confrontation would probably have more sparks fly than any confrontation between Alan and Victim ever would. Especially if Victim provoked a fight. Sub-idea: Victim is the one who finally gets Noogai to realize the sticks are alive. Mmmm, delicious.

Second potential idea I find juicy: Alan is forced to make TDL for a reason I can't think of rn, and he isn't happy about it, at all. Maybe in an attempt to assist or protect Chosen from some sort of attack? That doesn't really line up with the tension conflict plot between Alan and TCO earlier though...But I just love when certain events happen even with time travel intervention, it's just *chefs kiss*

Potentially funny idea: Orange peeks out of hiding for while when Noogai is experimenting with Alan's fancy tablet and professional animating software and sees how bad his art skills are. Orange wants so very badly to intervene and assist because he can just see all of the errors and wonkiness, but he can't, and it drives him crazy. Even funnier: He can't stand it, and actually goes out to fix it all, while the other four are sent on cursor wrangling duty. Noogai is very offended when Orange point-blank tells him his art is "terrible and so sloppy it makes me want to cry. I am FIXING IT!" bc who tf is this little stick figure to say his art sucks?! Its a silly little desktop pet program! The audacity. It's a big sting to his pride when Orange is done and it is actually legitimately better lmao. It prompts another fight and flight, but Orange considers it worth it.

yo... i need a plug for things where alan and noogai are separate people but like still the same person.... even better if alan is haunted by noogai...... pls

[chiiroptereh]

A couple bats to wrap up the year. There was gonna be more but, just my luck, my tablet's pen is malfunctioning real bad and I'm on the other side of the globe in New Zealand right now. Oh, well; expect more when that's taken care of!

Nerdy stuff under the cut. Happy holidays, everybody!

In terms of chiropteran diversity they may not be the most dramatic examples, but these species are in separate classifications entirely. The left is an eastern red bat (Lasiurus borealis, though I did take some liberties with the colors) in the Vespertillionidae family and the right being some indiscriminate funnel-eared bat (specifically a Natalus sp.) from Natalidae. It is worth noting that both families are in the same superfamily, though, but pff, that's not even a real word.

It's no secret that I love my lasiurine bats (though I really broke the mould this time with a L. borealis instead of L. cinereus, woah gotta slow down there) so she was my first on the sheet. I'm already pretty adept in terms of lasiurine anatomy so she was more of a shading test which I'm rather happy with! They're so whiskery 🥺

At first the second bust was supposed to be of a generic Myotis species, but I thought that might be a bit boring (not that I don't love them too of course but my sketchbooks are full of them) so I went with a different pointy-faced little fella. Or, well, I think my thought process was more like "what's another species that when its mouth is open just looks like :V" but same deal. Funnel-eared bats are a very small family and you can tell they aren't very far-removed from vesper bats, but it's their subtler differences that interested me. They have these really funny moustaches, b-shaped skulls and almost woollen fur. They're also a more traditionally "ugly" species and that especially made me want to showcase how lovely they are.

I do wonder if the eyes are maybe a little uncanny, though. I intended for anthros of species without visible scleras to remain partially faithful to that and have enlarged irises/pupils but I dunno, looks kind of cartoony here, haha. Oh well, still plenty of room to experiment!

I'm very happy with these! The difference in fur texture especially was something I didn't think I'd be able to pull off, but I think I nailed it (without references, too! Booyah!). I hope to bring you guys some more underappreciated species as well as showcases of diversity soon; there are so, so many bats out there to love and they're all so different. Much love, hope you enjoy!

[reejindeed]

I’ve been seeing you get a lot of Asks about your art so sorry if this is getting repetitive but I wanted to ask how you went about developing your personal style? Do you have any particular inspirations or other artists you tried to emulate with how you draw? And is there anything you’d want to change/improve on with the way you currently draw?

Don't be sorry! I actually really prefer talking about it... It gets me thinking about things I don't normally get to think about, and I also really love sharing information about how I do what I do because I really believe in making all info as accessible as possible when it comes to art!

I am gonna put this under a break tho since it got pretty long;;

1. To me, building a style is about so many different, miniscule conscious and subconscious choices. A huge part of it has to do with the act of drawing itself... Like, how heavy handed I am, how I hold my pen, what lines physically feel good for me to make. Drawing is a stim for me, so all that stuff really matters. It made drawing a very physical thing. I like doing heavy-handed lines and ink splatters and grungy ink work because it feels good to do in real life, and also it looks cool. I can also replicate it on a tablet.

This is why even though my style might change slightly depending on what I'm drawing, there are still certain things that are consistent throughout:

So as well as using elements of things I liked in other people's styles (things like eye shapes, face shapes, etc.), being able to figure out how I liked drawing traditionally and experimenting with lots of different kinds of art supplies and methods of making art really helped a lot.

2. I spent a few months trying to draw like Gerald Scarfe in college... Though before that it was Egon Schiele... And in 6th grade I tried to draw like Jhonen Vazquez... And in 5th grade I tried to draw like Jamie Hewlett....

...

I think I'm pretty happy finally being able to draw mostly like myself, now.

Not that I don't get inspiration from artists of course... I'm still inspired by all those styles, as well as other artists I see on Twitter or Tumblr or while I'm around vending. I think it's important to surround yourself with the things that inspire you, especially if those things are coming from other artists. I just don't find myself emulating as much as I used to.

3. YEAH there's TONS of stuff I wanna get better at. I know I said this before but backgrounds and colors are two big ones for me. I have my safety color palettes, but I need to find more. Also backgrounds suck and I'm bad at perspective. BUT I'm trying to force myself to draw them more.

...Coloring backgrounds is double hard...

I also want to be able to make more interesting comic pages... and I need to get better at writing comics... and I also need to learn how to flat properly and quickly so I can do it for money.

I'm also slowly trying to get better at drawing stylized animals, but it's not a main focus yet.

Also I'm trying to improve my printmaking skills, since I'm not very good at relief carving yet.

Also I want to learn how to paint someday.

That last one's mostly out of spite tho.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 08 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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“I like Clarissa.” You say, agreeing with Keanu on his suggestion. You're walking home after your morning walk around the neighborhood, and you have your arm on his, panting a little. Keanu wants it to be a girl, and you want a boy, so there's a little bet going on, but neither of you chose what the prize will be yet. “And if it's a boy I like Henry. A name fit for a king.” Glancing at him, you smile.

“I like it too.”

“Great. But we still have some time.” Week 14 has started, and you're only keeping track of it so perfectly because Keanu has a calendar on the fridge, where he counts the days and weeks. It also helps that the e-book you have tells you everything that's happening at the moment, and you usually read it together at the beginning of the weeks. “But...” You stop by the house, sitting down on the steps that lead to the door. “We need to buy some stuff. Not only baby stuff but some pregnancy stuff too.”

Keanu settles down beside you, handing you the water bottle he was carrying, from which you take a sip. “What is it you need?”

“Uhm... Everything I have is getting a little tight. It'll only get worse with time. And...” Clearing your throat, you blush a little, playing with the bottle. “I need bras. Mine are getting small and my breasts are a bit tender so I can't take them squeezing me anymore.”

“Oh.” He sounds a little embarrassed too, what makes you giggle. “Let's go then.” Offering you a hand, he pulls you back at your feet. “Let's shower and head out.”

“Alright.“ You stand there for a while, and you know it's just because he always lets you get in first. But you decide to tiptoe, stepping closer to place a soft peck on his lips before moving inside.

After washing yourself from the thin layer of sweat from the walk, you put on jeans, comfortable white sneakers, and a pink blouse. Deciding to let your hair down, you make your way downstairs, finding Keanu waiting for you in the living room. “Hope I didn't make you wait for too long.” You say, making your presence known. He stands up from the couch, eyes finding you. “Because I have no excuse.” Gesturing at your clothes, way too simple, you shrug your shoulders.

“You look beautiful.” His words make you blush, and you start making the way to the garage.

Keanu opens the passenger door for you to get inside before walking around the car to take his place. You like that he's a simple man, unlike most of the celebrities out there. He drives his car, does his own stuff. He surprises you every day, and sometimes you even forget he's an actor. A very good one.

As he speeds through the city, you can't help but feel excited. You've been procrastinating for a while, but now you can't wait for it. Your stomach is starting to swell, your baby is growing, and you want to start getting things ready. The accident is turning into a distant memory now, as you allow the pregnancy to be the main event of your life. Because it is. You still have a lot of trips to the hospital every week, and Keanu is as careful and protective as he has been since the beginning, but you feel good. Things are amazing with him, moving at a slow but comfortable pace. And you're happy. Beyond happy.

Keanu's heart has been beating faster ever since they got into the store. It's huge, with several different departments. He intended to let her chose everything since he keeps telling himself over and over again this isn't his child. But the lines are starting to blur in his head, and he caught himself thinking the baby to be his.

“Which one do you like best?” She asks him, standing in between two pale beige cribs. (Y/N) wants to add color on the decoration, and of course, he agreed. “I can't choose.”

It warms his heart that she wants him to participate. But of course she does. To her, he's her husband. “This one.” He says, walking over to the crib on her left. “We'll have it delivered at our place.”

“Great.” And she smiles before turning around and continuing further into the store. But she didn't see the mountain of a man she left behind, holding his breath, eyes focused on her back. (Y/N) was clueless about the war happening inside his heart, constantly. Slowly, Keanu comes back to Earth, signaling at some of the women who work here. He didn't notice she was staring at him, too busy focused on (Y/N).

“I want this crib, please.” He politely says, and the woman quickly types something on her tablet.

“Done, Mr. Reeves.” Of course she knew his name, it didn't surprise him. “Anything else?” Her voice gets softer, like some sort of whine. Was she trying to seduce him? Probably. Keanu is well aware of how some women act around him, but this time, she's nothing to him. Just a speck of dust compared to the woman he's staring at now, peacefully looking at strollers, a hand resting on her belly, which just started to swell.

“Yes.” He says. “Come with me, please. We'll be buying some things today.”

“It'll be my pleasure.” She chants, a smirk on her face that Keanu doesn't even see as he starts making his way over (Y/N).

“This one is the best,” Keanu says, getting (Y/N)'s attention. She quickly looks at him. “I was reading about it.”

“This one it'll be then.” She says, flashing him another smile. (Y/N) is especially happy today. Her eyes leave him for a short while, finding the woman. He gets confused at the expression on her face before she turns away. “I wanted to see some clothes, but since we don't know the sex yet, I don't know what color to pick.”

“We can wait until we know.” He suggests and she nods.

As they move through the store, signaling to the woman everything they want, Keanu quickly noticed (Y/N)'s reaction to the employee following them around. It was only after she snapped at the woman that he noticed it himself, that she was trying to discreetly flirt with him.

“Ke, the doctor said I'll need one of those things.” (Y/N) says in a low voice, shyly gesturing at her breasts.

“A breast pump.” He states. “There's another store on the third floor. Let's check there.” Keanu is done with the woman annoying (Y/N), so he pays up for everything, leaves the address for it to be delivered, and guides (Y/N) outside, to the other store.

It's slightly smaller and more focused on the pregnant woman than on the baby, but they succeeded on buying everything for the baby for now.

She easily finds another woman to help her around, way more kind, thankfully, and, as they talk, Keanu follows then around. He eventually stops by some blankets, wondering if she'd want any of them. After some minutes, he resumes following her, but (Y/N) is gone. Keanu feels embarrassed for a while, having lost her in the store. Walking to the back, he sighs in relief when he finds her, looking at some lingerie. For a moment he wonders if he should interrupt, trying not to think too much about what may be in her head.

Shaking his head lightly, he decides to walk over to her. “Did you like it?” He asks, gesturing at the black and light pink pair of underwear she was starting at.

(Y/N)'s cheeks go red when she looks up at him. “N-no. I mean...” She mutters, letting go of the soft fabric. “...Do you like it?” She sounds uncertain, and it's cute the way her cheeks and neck turn into a reddish color.

Keanu doesn't want to answer. He doesn't want to imagine her in this lingerie, but it's too late now. The image is already burning through his head. He was just about to run from the subject when he remembers the lie he's into. And he is tired of lying. “I did. You'll look wonderful in it, but you don't have to buy it if you don't want and if you do, you don't have to wear it for me.” He couldn't help explaining it further, making sure she doesn't feel weird about it.

(Y/N) turns at the lingerie again, thoughtful. “Just this one.” She finally mumbles. “Mrs. Jackson already helped me chose some bras for the rest of the pregnancy and some for after. You know, those that you can pull down to feed the baby...” She's blushing all over again, and Keanu has to bite back a smile.

They have many bags when they leave the store, and Keanu's heart is filled with joy. He always wanted kids, but he never met the right woman. And let's be honest, time was passing. He only wishes this was real. But nevertheless, he loved doing this. He didn't know, or he pretended he didn't, but he was losing it. He was sinking further and further into the lie he created.

Staring at the big mirror you have on the wall of your bedroom, you check how the bra looks. It's not that bad, super comfortable, and it'll have some space for when your breasts grow more. Because they will according to the doctors. You're just about to walk over the edge of the bed to pick your shirt and put it on when the door opens and Keanu comes in.

You stop on your tracks, freezing, quickly crossing your arms. “I'm sorry, I should've knocked.” Keanu is fast to apologize, moving to leave.

“No, wait.” You burst out, running a hand through your hair. He turns back at you, eyes locked on yours. He's trying not to look, that much is pretty clear. Keanu is... Unbelievable. If you didn't want him at all, he'd never push you, he'd forever keep a distance. Taking a deep breath, you put both hands on your hips. “W-what do you think?” It's a stupid question. The bra is nothing special. Just a gray cotton fabric with thin straps, designed to offer some support. “I know it's super simple but...”

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He answers, slowly walking closer, but eyes are still locked on yours.

“Ke... You can look.” It comes out as a whisper, so you clear your throat. “You can look, I don't mind.”

There's this thing about Keanu, a sensation that only gets more intense. When he's away, you want him near, and when he's standing near, you want him even closer. Shyly, you take his hand, running your fingers through his skin.

Stepping forward, ending the distance in between your bodies, you raise your head to look into his eyes. “You can touch me.” The words are a living thing, and there's something in you pushing it out. You didn't know you were that brave... Maybe you're not. But this man is your husband, and you have no idea how you managed to marry someone so incredible. Placing his hand on your side, his fingertips burn on your skin.

Keanu's hand slides from your waist to the small of your back as he pulls you to him, making you collide against his chest. That's when you see his eyes traveling down, lingering just for a while. But it's enough to make you blush hard, a weird knot building on your stomach. “You're absolutely beautiful.” He repeats in a low, soft voice. You can't help but feel self-conscious under his stare, but your thoughts are quick to melt away when Keanu kisses you.

It's soft and slow at first, but you suddenly grow impatient, and you tiptoe, wanting to even climb on him if possible, anything to be closer, to be on him somehow. Deepening the kiss, you start walking backward, pulling him without breaking the kiss. Keanu's hands are all over you, but never moving too far. He's good at this, controlling himself. But you're not. You're running your hands through his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and forcing him to move. You're too lost in him to notice where exactly you were going, so when the back of your legs reaches the bed, you fall back, awkwardly bringing Keanu with you.

A laugh escapes both your lips as he fixes himself on top of you, carefully moving you further into the middle of the bed. But soon enough you realize the position you put yourself into, and you blush, noticing how Keanu clears his throat, lifting his body a little, so his weight won't be on you. But you don't want him to go anywhere. You're still catching your breath, intoxicated by him.

“Sorry I made you fall.”

“It's alright.” He mutters. Biting your lip, you take in his dark eyes set on you. And his body, hovering over yours. “Were you jealous? Earlier today, of that woman at the store?”

Chuckling, you nod. “I guess I was. She was pretty.” Your comment, giving him a small smile.

“She's nothing compared to you, sweetheart.” Keanu kisses you again, but this time, he starts placing kisses along your jaw. He does it slowly though, as if waiting for you to stop him. But you won't. And a gasp leaves your mouth when his lips begin to move down your neck, all the way to your collarbone.

Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the need of having him only growing, but an annoying, beeping noise snaps you out of the stupor, and Keanu stops, placing a peck to your lips before pushing himself up. “Someone's calling you.” He says as you lie there, catching your breath.

“Who? I don't know anyone.” Sighing, you push yourself into a sitting position before stretching your arm to take your phone from the nightstand. “Laura.” You mutter. “Oh. We planned on going to that cute vintage coffee shop I told you about.”

“I remember.” He leans closer, a finger under your chin to pull you into another kiss. “Go and have fun, beautiful.”

Biting your lip, you nod, feeling way too many butterflies flying around.

Keanu leaves you at the coffee shop where you meet Laura. She has been your best friend, and you're always seeing each other. She often goes to visit you, and you went to her place a few times too. The coffee shop is cute, and you have a bittersweet chocolate pie. The sun is setting, but its golden light is hidden away by some heavy clouds. There's a storm coming tomorrow.

“So...” She sing-songs when she finishes her smoothie. “How's everything with Keanu freaking Reeves?” Giggling, you look down at your empty plate. “You're blushing, my friend.”

“Well... Your call kinda interrupted us.” Speaking in a low voice, you glance at her. Laura has a weird expression on her face, a little scared, a little confused. It reminds you of Lucia the first time she visited. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” She snaps out of it, clearing her throat. “What do you mean by interrupting?”

“Oh, it wasn't...” Shaking your head no, you bite your lower lip. “We were kissing... On the bed and... I don't know exactly what would've happen if we kept going.” Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, you sigh.

“You're falling for him, aren't you?” She asks, smiling a little.

“Yes. I'm falling all over again.” You're still speaking when some loud voices get your attention. Looking at the doors, you notice a group of people trying to push themselves in. “What's that?”

As you stand up, the group finally breaks in, and there isn't much time to think when you see the sea of people coming your way. Moving backward, you stand next to Laura.

“Mrs. Reeves, a few words, please.” A tall woman asks, and dozens of microphones and cellphones pointed at your face.

“Uhm... Alright.” You mutter as they surround you.

The flashes start, and the sudden lights make you feel dizzy. “Nobody knew about your existence until the accident. Why did you and Keanu Reeves kept the secret?”

“We wanted to keep it private. A-away from the public.” You mumble, trying to smile a little.

“Is it true you lost your memory?” A man asks.

“Yes.” Nodding, you run a hand through your hair as they move even closer. You don't want to answer. They don't have to know that.

“Will you and Keanu go on with the marriage or will you break apart?” Another flash and you close your eyes shut for a while, trying to steady yourself, your stomach feeling sick.

“We're... We're fine.” You mutter.

“Is it true you're pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“Will you ever recover your memories?”

“I don't know.”

“(Y/N)!” Laura says, and you feel her hands holding both your shoulders, and that's the only thing that makes you notice you almost fell. “Are you alright?”

“Mrs. Reeves, are there any risk that you could lose the child?”

It takes you some time to process the question, hands holding on the nearest chair, knuckles getting white. Trying to catch your breath, you take Laura's hand. “N-no.” You whisper, hoping they can hear it.

“Who are you, Mrs. Reeves? Can you tell us who you were before?”

“No, I don't–” Your legs fail and you collapse on the floor, your knees hitting the tiles hard. There's a yell coming from the journalists, and you see through their shadows as they come closer to get a good take of you on the floor.

“(Y/N), let's go,” Laura says, trying to pull you up.

Shaking your head no, you stay on the floor, their voices, their questions making your head spin around violently.

“I can't.” Voice barely a whisper, you feel your body shutting down you lower yourself to the floor. It doesn't take much until you see black, and then all your senses are overwhelmed as you fall into unconsciousness.

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[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Happy new year everyone 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I know 2020 has been hard for everyone.

And I want everyone to know, suffering isn't a contest and we all suffer in different ways. But I feel I should give my year in Review. Just some things that happened to me personally.

This was an intense, and long and spiritual and emotional journey for me...

I really discovered what it meant to have community, family and what my life means to me.

But I feel I need to get this in writing cause I can remember the year with vivid detail and I will probably forget if I don't get it down.

Do I have to share this publically online to my tumblr account for a bunch of strangers to see? not really.

Do I want to?

Yes. I think so. Just from how so many people on tumblr and real life have touched me.

This is kinda long and no one needs to read this.

(idk how to do a readmore on mobile. But this is where I would add it later. No one needs to read if they don't want to.)

January/February: (and some background on the last five years of my life cause.....well. it's important.)

As people knew, I got way into Invader Zim last summer. I spent most of my waking life working a dead end job at a grocery store. I lived a sad lonely life, going straight home to a single dark studio apartment. With not many material possessions outside of games, my laptop and my tablet to my name. Half of my material loves, such as home furnishings and books were still in boxes from when I moved in. In case I ever had to move again, or get some "big screenshot or copywriter" job in the city.

....

I lived in that city in the same dead end job and apartment for five years.

No friends. No social life. I often refused to make doctor appointments or attempt to establish myself in that city. I didn't even talk to anyone in my workplace.

Work. Go online. Go to sleep.

I lived like that for five years.

I thought it was good.

Even my therapist thought I was doing well.

When I really wasn't. My main character flaw I struggle with is motivation.

I can talk to someone about very detailed plans I have to fix a problem... But I tend to never follow through.

Just because I can describe in detail how to fix my personal problems, it doesn't mean I will do it.

(I have gotten better at this but it's a major struggle)

I might have been a Zombie during the day...

But by night I was pouring my soul into my AU and my analysis.

After being so thoughly ignored or overlooked by the Naruto fandom and the Undertale fandom, I felt like I had finally found my home and was settling into a community there.

I just loved that people loved what I had to say.

Especially my AU.

It's no secret that a lot of themes in my au revolve around found family, grief, and loss.......

Fatherhood, in particular.

What it means to be a father, how much do you need to try when you mess up, how willing should a child forgive their parent, especially those that have wronged you and how much of it is factually accurate and simply a self projection of what children want their parents to be and visa versa... What amount of forgiveness and change is nessasary...is it needed?

....

It's no secret that a lot of my AU is a giant coping mechanism for my Dad's death. Espessially the falling out and growing closer with a lot of my family members throughout the years following his death. (Most of the time I keep it ambiguous to how it relates to my personal life unless I include a readmore that states so outright. I feel my au can be enjoyed by a variety of people in the fandom who don't need to know me as a person or my life story.)

My Dad passed away in 2016 in February and my family still feels the aftershocks to this day.

It's part of the reason I moved to the city, alienated myself from my family and people that loved me and refused to experience life for five years.

My entire world was Zim, and I was okay.

March: When America finally realized and started to feel the effects of the pandemic....

A lot of people got scared.

Me included.

I didn't have any streaming services or access to the news. So I only heard accounts from my mom.

I didn't understand why the store was so dead quiet and empty for a few days, then it went into mass chaos and panic in the span of two days.

It felt like Retail black friday in the worst way. Everyone was packed like sardines. Everyone was yelling. The lines at the registers bled into the clothing department.

I was witness to customers shoving others for toilet paper, being rude to cashier's and just overall unpleasantness.

At the time, I didn't even fully grasp what the pandemic was, and I feel a lot of people at the time didn't either.

I ended up absentmindedly scratching my eyebrow in front of a customer and she screamed and villanised me for it. That they didn't want groceries touched by my "unclean hands"

I ended up breaking down into tears.

The customer behind me gave me a hug and told me I was doing a great job.

But the damage was done. It was the final straw, I couldn't stop crying and I was breaking apart.

Thankfully my Boss (the one who likes me) pulled me aside and asked what's wrong.

It was then that I quit. No notice. Same day. I had to get out of there.

I was planning to move to an apartment with my sister in the summer, but my Mom offered for me to move back in with her temperarily just so I can get out of the city and away from the pandemic.

So I did.

I got scared, broke my lease a month early and quit my job of five years that gave me nothing back.

He told me, "take care of yourself and your family, I won't keep you here, do what you need to do."

So I did.

April-June:

A very eventful few months.

My mom offered for me to live at her place, but for some reason she was acting like I would live there forever. That this wasn't a temporary arrangement, and that I didn't have an apartment set up already.

This was in large part to my sister, who had lived with my mom taking advantage of her for years.

Even though my sister and I were going to move in together, I was just never sure about it cause of how she never packed her stuff or made any effort to find a job.

My mom often acted like I was lazy and not searching and was treating me like... Well, an unruly teenager instead of a woman of 29 years. She acted like I was a failure for returning home when it was her idea in the first place.

I would have just been petrified in the city.

Like usual, I retreated to my au again.... And in the spring, something eventful happened.

In may, 8th 2020:

I was invited by @rissynicole to join an invader zim discord.

Now, I've never really used discord before. I always thought it's interface is too confusing.. and I'm a member of a few other iz discords and I usually don't follow them that closely.

Rissy assured me it was different cause some friends of thiers made it and it was smaller.

Before I knew it, I was sharing memes and getting to know everyone there.

It wasn't long after I invited my partner in IZ crimes, @paketdimensioncomic who was genuinely wary of iz servers due to a bad experience with the last one they were a part of.

But soon they were sharing memes and laughing with everyone else.

My eyes were starting to open and I was able to connect to fans of my work in an interpersonal way. And I was able to discover new artists and aus I never knew about.

I was also able to meet so many others of the community and invite them to the server myself.

The moo-ping 10 server kept me sane while I was living with my judgmental mother.

Not only that, the summer was very productive for my au.

Drawing was all I did, and it was a huge break from the job as a cashier I had.

Not only that, June came, and with it, me and Ceph's first collab fic:

A result of us just going back and forth in our DMs constantly about Professor Membrane and how he changed in ETF for the better and how much we adamantly stan "trying-to-be-a-good-dad-brane" and how much of his ETF development has to be implied off screen in order for the emotional resolution in the movie to matter.

The only reason I never professed my love for Membrane as a character in the fandom before the fic dropped was.... Well....

Membrane can be a decisive character in the fandom and I was so worried people would hate me if I did an analysis on him, simply because he's not the best parent in the world. (As an understatement)

Ceph and I really encouraged each other to scream our love for the science himbo loud and proud more frequently and so often.... I actually start to see less Membrane hate posts and breakdowns then their used to be.... I like to think it's a combination of Me and Ceph's influence, along with ETF and the Quarterly's painting Membrane in a slightly more nuanced light then he was previously.

I never wrote a collab fic before and it's such a rewarding and fun and unique experience that I don't think I'll ever have again. And I love working with Ceph on our fics so much.

So much so we did it again...

July-August:

I never thought I would be one of those people who writes NSFW IZ fic... But here I am.

The Brainbrane au started.... An au of my au where Membrane and the Computer fall in love and Membrane makes him a body.

This ship was based around the idea where we joked that Membrane and Zim's Computer would have funny interactions if they ever met, under the pretense Membrane thinks Computer is Zim's parent.

Our headcanons morphed and shifted until we just full blown started shipping them.

Just because Membrane and Zim's Computer have overall REALLY entertaining chemistry.

It's a character dynamic never seen in the show or comics (yet) and I imagine thier interactions to be nothing but entertaining banter.

The fic was also born from spite... Making fun of the troupes and cliches that we found personally destestible in some questionable zadr fics.

So an angry ace and a demi-bisexual collab on a porn and end up blessing the fandom with

Compapa headcanons,

Computer being recognized as a more common used fanon character,

The ship of Brainbrane.

The fandom having a crisis of "oh God, not only are we xenophiles we're technophiles too!!!" Or "why you gotta give Zim's Computer an ass"

More android Computer designs

It was an eventful summer.

In the midst of all this, I moved into my new place, got a new job, and I was able to see my friend (who is def my platonic straight soul mate) who lives in Indiana.

She came to visit, showed me how to decorate and how to take care of my body better! Things were looking up! It was great.

September-November:

My job was at a boat store. If was approaching the fall and my hours were being severely cut.

I was getting into a rut of depression again.

I thought things were changing but the same routine I was trying to escape from was the same thing coming back.

But instead of letting it take hold, I decided I was going to do something about it... I was gonna visit a museum and go with my sister. Just... variety stimulation.

Well that didn't happen.

I talked about this shortly in my au itself...but..

My sister had a complete mental breakdown.

She stopped taking her meds, went off the deep end and was in the hospital a total of five times throughout November.

A lot of it was acting out and the perfect storm of environmental factors that made her scream and act out so she would keep going back to the hospital.

It was traumatizing for me.

I just can't explain what it's like. For her and for me to be in that position.

I'm not telling the full story and a lot of bullshit things happened I won't share here.

She got diagnosed with bipolar one and my mom expected me to be a caretaker for her.

I threatened to disown my family and move away out of state.

It was just too much for me to handle.

So much I was a nervous wreck.

I tried to pick up a second job... Cause my sister was in the mental ward so frequently and couldn't pay the bills.

But I was fired within a week cause I was so stressed I couldn't retain the basic information they were training me for.

It was an office job.

My dream.

It could have been.

I was fired from something I really wanted.

I was only there for three days.

I could not retain any information.

I was a mess.

My sister was a trigger, my mom wanted me to live with her. I couldn't live like this.... I had to get out.

I had to get out.

December:

Remember my Indiana friend?

Well the first week of December is my birthday.

My 30th to be exact.

While I did pick up a seasonal position at Target (not my first pick)

I took the first week of December off so I could spend time with her. Cause she agreed, I needed a break from this crap.

Surviving 30 years is cause to celebrate and if I had to celebrate with my sister I would have cried.

I know there was a risk traveling out of state during a pandemic...

But I needed out, I needed a friend..

And I kinda wanted to look at the place since I was considering moving there.

My friend's mom was sick so she avoided me and her daughter and got us a hotel room.

It was fun! I got to swim in a salt water pool, we talked about Naruto, I showed her the iz and su art books I brought, also Computer and Membrane tea.

I also got to meet her other friends and get crunk. And her bf who is super nice and funny!

I had a super fun birthday....

Until her mom told my friend that her grandparents had covid and that was what she had. And my friend got sick within that same day.... As did I.

I owe so much to her family.

I was an entire state away...about a ten hour drive from home.... She let me stay at her house. "The covid house" we called it.

Cause everyone (except the father. He avoided everyone and booked a hotel immediately cus he was an ER doctor) had covid within a day.

I called in, the test results were positive and I had to stay with her family for ten days quarantine before I could work again.

Which would have been fine....

If my tumblr didn't log me out perminately of my old account. @dana-chan325 .... Which really sucked cause I had a constant headache and was too sick to engage with tumblr or much of the fandom. I didn't want to make a new account when my head was in a bad fog and I could barely breathe or smell.

It's not like I saw much of my friend either.... We all slept at different hours and she had more symptoms then I did.

It was just netflix, danganronpa v3 and cry.

I was miserable, but at the same time.... Not?

I really feel like God himself was the one who pulled me off from tumblr, and my living situation.

Maybe a whole extra week feeling like a bobblehead was what I needed.

It gave me some much needed clarity on my relationships with my mom and sis and friend.

Running away to Indiana was not the solution here.

Once I was better within ten days and no longer had a leave of absence, I drove home.

I am glad I fully recovered (but from how I understand it, my dear friend is still ill. I'm praying for her)

I might have gone to work a bit too soon, cause I had an asthma attack after trying to unload a single cart in the span of six hours.

My boss lectured that my speed was unacceptable, and even though I explained the covid situation and breathing problems many times, she threatened that I'd be fired if I'm that slow again.

Que the next few days of work where they put me on register.

Instantly I was sent into a panic remembering the last time I was on the register and how that panic attack caused me to quit.

I even asked if I could go back to stocking, since my breathing had improved. My boss assured me that I was put on the register cause they needed help and nothing to do with my covid thing.

Then as December concluded and the new year began, my boss said that this was the last shift for me cause my position was seasonal and they were letting a lot of people go.

I then asked why I was on the schedule for Sunday, and he told me to ignore it and I'm free to reapply for full-time.

I mean.... They can act smart about it...

But putting your general merchandise stocker onto register after she had an asthma attack and missed working the first two weeks of December due to covid.....

Not a good look.

So once again, I'm jobless once more.

Will probably continue to live with my sister for awhile.

But I do not feel as if it's a bad thing....

I met so many good people this year....

My friend's family even gave me 500 usd to cover my rent since I couldn't work for a majority of December.

I've seen evil and good from humanity this year. I've seen acts of god, good friends and what my real family means to me as well as friends I consider family.

This year really made me look back at the person in the mirror and say,

"I deserve better."

And actually worked for it this time.

Oh and after Christmas I got a horrible yeast infection that burns over most of my body currently.

Very accurate doodle to the pain I'm in right now.

(seriously my body is a fungus.)

But hey, good news, I respected myself enough to go to the doctor about it!!

So that's progress.

I really hope 2021 holds good things for me.

Thank you to the mooping 10 server for always being there and keeping me sane,

Thank you tumblr for liking my au and everything.

AND A SUPER SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @evartandadam and her family for housing me and my dumb diseased ass. Everyone, she is an angel and I can't express how much she means to me. Please check out her art and buy her stuff on redbubble.

Anyways... Byebye 2020.

I look forward to what I can accomplish for myself this year.

[danganronpedits-archived]

Kin Matchup Maybe?? I'm sorry If I come off as Awkward, First time asking for a kin Matchup (preferably Danganronpa, or the DRA/SDRA2 fangans!!). I'm a INTJ personality type, Although I'm a huge simp at times, over Certain characters and people. I'm kind of cold to people, and I'm Awkward when I talk to people I admire. I do a lot of cooking, I'm a huge Nerd over Food and Baking, But I'm also a nerd over random facts and Books. I'm Kind of Self deprecating at times. I'm sorry for the length-

!!! i totally can! don’t feel too bad about feeling awkward, anon- i’m always a bit awkward in these, since i feel like they’re not that good, hehe... i haven’t ever asked for a matchup either. thanks for requesting, and having that bravery, anon! please know that i’m not *super* familiar with the fangan side of this, so if i got anything wrong that’s my mistake!! please let me know ! without further ado...

let’s start off with a bang! first off, i match you with...

maki harukawa!

being more familiar with danganronpa, maki was the first character that jumped to me as i was reading your descriptkin! both of you seem a bit stiff and awkward, and even a little cold, not exactly on purpose but rather just because... you’re that way. for your own reasons, regardless of what they are! and, though it’s light spoilers, the fact that maki went with “child caretaker” as her fabricated talent, i wouldn’t be surprised if that means she has many skills in, well, taking care of kids! like being good at cooking, as well as being able to read out loud to younger ones. while i wouldn’t call them big hobbies of hers, both of you likely share interests and skill in both of these!

i feel like she’s definitely awkward, specifically when it comes to people that she admires which is why i bring it up- maki does have deeper insecurities and she tends to not really know how to react whenever she does grow fond of someone. however, i think that she was a lot rougher with them rather than just awkward at the beginning, so i’d more associate you with a post-arc maki, just wanted to add. the two of you do have underlying insecurities though, as i was saying earlier, and can occasionally point out those self-perceived flaws. i hope that the both of you are able to be more self-accepting, though !! a

from the first danganronpa another, i match you with...

yuki maeda!

this might be sort of short, since i don’t really know him too well, but both of you do seem to be a bit awkward and stiff, and can come off as cold. this is mostly because of yuki’s mix of will and sometimes forgetting his manners- but i think that both of you do try to be good, and honest people !! he also seems sort of like a nerd, haha, probably the most average out of the rest of his classmates. again, not to call you average, but that he has less extravagant hobbies than the others! i wouldn’t be surprised if he has some expertise in cooking because he’s simply old enough to where he’s expected to, or that he likes reading books because he’s a person who enjoys studying! he also seems more introverted, another thing the two of you share!

especially in terms of other ultimates compared to himself, yuki can be rather self deprecating, as well as awkward around others. he tends to feel overwhelmed by the presence of other ultimates(he definitely simps for them at times, too), as he doesn’t see his talent as being worthy of comparison to theirs, and is somewhat self-deprecating when it comes to his luck. i wouldn’t be surprised if this is something similar to what you experience, when you’re around someone that you admire! but i’d imagine that both of you are able to warm up to those kinds of people over time, haha.

from super danganronpa another 2, i match you with...

kokoro mitsume!

so... compared to the others, i have a lot less to go off of when it comes to kokoro versus maki and yuki. however, you still reminded me a lot of her when i was watching a sdra2 playthrough to get a better read on the cast! both of you do seem somewhat stiff and awkward around others, introverted and struggling to properly express what you feel. though we don’t really see kokoro actively admiring someone, i’d imagine that she’d be very awkward and unfamiliar in a situation where someone’s skills caught her off guard. she’s *definitely* an introvert.

on top of this, while we don’t know how much she cooks, i believe she’s the mother of another character which i assume means needing that knowledge. plus, there are lots of sprites where she’s either holding or reading from a tablet- heck, that’s even the example sprite of her i used. she definitely likes to read, and her being one of the smartest characters in the game, she probably also knows a lot of random facts the way that you do! the only real differences i see in you and her is that she isn’t really openly affectionate, and she seems to have a fair amount of confidence in herself- especially due to her talent.

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you also remind me a lot of jataro kemuri, somewhat of hajime hinata, and a bit of tsumugi shirogane, all from danganronpa! from the fangans, you remind me of mikako kurokawa from the first, and a bit of emma magorobi from the second!

whew! okay, that’s the first one! i’m sorry that it took so long, anon ><!! but i hope that it was helpful! please remember that you know best, and if there’s any info you want added or changed, just let me know !!

-mod tsu, wishing you all a happy pride month!

[marieadeledracherambles]

Welcome To The Infodump Zone!

Hi! Welcome to the blog! I'm Marie-Adele Drache, she/her, and I'm an aspiring fantasy/sci-fi author who just really wants to talk about her stuff without talking over others.

FAQ (frequently anticipated questions):

Q: What is this? A: This is my solution to wanting to ramble, but feeling bad about sending walls of text or otherwise overtaking whichever Discord channel set me off. It's just a place for me to ramble about my work!

Q: Is that your real name? A: Lol, no, I wish. It's a pen name so I can keep my personal and public life separate.

Q: What's your gender/sexuality? A: I am a cis aroace woman! Relatedly, this is a safe blog for trans people, aroace people, and other marginalized minorities.

Q: What do you write? A: Genres: Fantasy, urban fantasy, and science fiction, as well as fanfiction! Tropes: found family and aggressive adoption, hurt/comfort, happy endings! Themes: together is better than apart, friendship is magic and the key to saving the world, there's always a chance to change, we'll have to work for it but the future is bright.

Q: What are you working on right now? A: I bounce between projects at random, but right now:

-The Realms of Infinite Wonder series, which is set in a superhero/comics universe where superheroes are a real career, there's so many dimensions, anything can happen, and tropes and narrative are just how the world works. (I'm on Book 2; Book 1 is in editing hell)

-The Crystal Coffin, an urban fantasy/cyberpunk fusion that centers on Rayanie, a fledgling monster hunter who finds herself gaining strange powers that she wants to keep hidden so she isn't more ostracized than she already is. Meanwhile, she and her new team are working to try to stop a vampire countess from breaking the Pax and crushing humanity under her heel, where she believes they belong. (Currently in editing hell, but almost ready to send off to an editor!)

-Buying Hope, a fanfic of the webtoon Warrior High/Yongsa High that takes the premise (which is already so up my alley it's almost got my address on it) and runs with it in an entirely different direction! Featuring cool battle scenes, friendship, and teens being terrors.

Q: Who does the art? A: Is me! Please excuse some amateurishness, I just got my tablet and I'm still getting used to it.

Q: What do you use for art? A: A Hyperia Inspiro and FireAlpaca (the latter on my sister's recommendation--she's the more experienced digital artist between us two)

Q: Can I send an ask about your writing? A: Absolutely you can! Please do!

*for posterity's sake, I did have something here about writing a fic involving Harry Potter. However, because JKR has decided to be just a terrible trash human being, especially toward trans and Jewish people, I'm deferring that until she's dead so she never even gets a hint of support from me.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

It's my son Silver's birthday..!!!🎆🎇🎉🎊

*Sob Sob* He's officially 18 now so my neko boy deserved a bd gift 😤❤

Everyone ! Look at your clocks right now because we're gonna head to a party !!!

Here you go ! A special time scenario game for his birthday! Hope you don't end up dead👀 tell what you got

It's 4:01 rn so I got : I thought I saw Mickey mouse and ran all way after him but ended up in Diasomnia , so I told him "Happy birthday bitch!!" And ran away...(:

(note : If you want more of this games there's a longer game here )

Alright, let me write a fanfic about this. 

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Accidental Prick

Jonah didn't know how he got here. No, he was serious. He didn't know how he got roped into this situation.

There was news just flowing in the wind that it was Silver's, from Diasomnia, birthday and Kalim just decided to host a party in Diasomnia, changing the dark, gothic castle, into a disco. All students, especially in the second year, were invited. So, of course Grim would take that opportunity to get free foods. Huh. Maybe that was why he suddenly found himself at the party. He could saw Ace and Grim were having a soda drinking contest with Deuce trying to stop them.

"This is quite the party, isn't it, Mister Argentum?"

Jonah looked up from his cup of soda and saw Lilia and a boy with silver hair walking toward him.

Jonah nodded and smiled at him. "It is quite lively, Senior Vanrouge." He then looked up to the silvernette. "And you must be Silver."

The boy blinked in surprise. "How did you know?"

Jonah chuckled. "A lucky guess." He held out his hand. "I'm Jonah from the Ramshackle Dorm."

Silver blinked and turned to Lilia. "Is he...?"

Lilia nodded. "Precisely."

Silver nodded back. He turned to Jonah and took his hand, giving him a firm shake. "Silver," he introduced himself briefly, in which Jonah nodded at him.

"I guess I have to say happy birthday," Jonah said. He had an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry, but I didn't bring any present."

"It's okay. I didn't expect much." Silver pulled back his hand. "Malleus talked a lot about you."

Jonah raised an eyebrow at him. "He did?" He had learned about the 'Horned Dude' real name. Though he didn't 'feel a frost spread over your skin' as Malleus would put it, but he did feel something...

"Malleus always speaks highly of you," Lilia added. "He mentioned that you are an interesting human."

"Speaking of which, where is he?" Jonah looked around. "This is his dorm, right? Why he's not here yet?"

"Dear me," Lilia put a palm on his cheek. "Could it be that they forget to invite him again?"

Jonah sighed. Really? Again? Malleus sure had a stroke of bad luck, huh? "Maybe he's around here. Let me find him."

"You do that, dear," Lilia smiled, waving his hand.

Jonah nodded and looked at Silver. "Again. Happy birthday."

Silver nodded again. Jonah walked away and started to look around. Malleus was not in this room. Again, how come he wasn't invited? Or maybe he was invited but decided to stay in his room like Senior Shroud (which he noticed his tablet arrived too)? Jonah exited the party lounge, walking through the surprisingly empty corridor of Diasomnia. He had never been here before but what's life without an adventure? He picked some random door he found stairs behind it, probably leading to a tower. Malleus tower, perhaps? Who knows?

Jonah climbed the stairs. It took him longer than he realized, but when finally reached the top of the stairs, he let out a sigh of relief. There was a door in front of him. When he knocked on it he didn't receive any answer from behind. Taking a risk, he pushed the door, a bit surprised that it wasn't locked, and entered the room, closing the door behind him. There was nobody in the room, not even Malleus. A bit disappointed, yes, but he didn't walk out immediately because there was one thing in that room.

A spinning wheel.

It was old and didn't look any special but for some reason Jonah was drawn to it. He didn't notice the green light emitted from the spinning wheel, for only faeries could do that. However, what caught his attention the most was the shining needle. It felt as if it was pulling him, tempting him to touch it.

He didn't even hear the sound of panic footsteps behind him as he lifted his lift his hand. The temptation was strong. He didn't even think he could resist it.

His index finger made contact with the spindle, releasing a trickle of blood running down the length of the silver spindle.

The was suddenly burst opened, followed by a scream of, "JONAH!"

Jonah was slow to respond for some reason. He slowly turned around toward the door. Was that... Malleus? He wasn't standing straight. His mind wasn't working straight either. It was kinda muddy in his head. His eyelid felt heavy when he blinked, watching the blood dripped to the floor.

Huh... That was weird...

The floor seemed closer now...

The last thing he remembered before the shadow fell was someone running toward him and catching him in their arms...

10:03 = It's Silver birthday and I'm at the party because I wanted to stalk Malleus, so I ended up touching the spindle wheel and fell into eternal sleep.