#and they removed their signature from it like ??? lmao

[fullscoreshenanigans]

I kind of wish the boxart for S2 was as detailed as S1's for some more uniformity as opposed to a stark contrast with a shift to minimalism, but I do really love how angelic they look here.

Little lost souls adrift in the vast ocean of fate who don't deserve the burdens they bear on their shoulders, but bear them they do, and together they'll be the ones to change the world.

(Edit by evasurichan/mikevesano)

[dedfly]

https://www.tumblr.com/dedfly/747223482331545600/cute-idea-after-reading-your-shadow-milk-x-tired?source=share

Possible redo? Sounds like fun! I'd love to see that! Also gonna admit this now...I liked the mocked motherly tone and the whole 'put you in your crib and rock you to sleep' because that sounds so like him lol...his lover acts like an energetic child high on sugar, they get treated like one lmao!

Shadow Milk x energized reader

"NO, NO AND NO I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED THE NIGHT HAS JUST STARTED" you pointed at your watch. It's already about one o'clock in the morning and Shadow Milk is already making a bed for you. Literally "digging up your bed", creating a nest. Not unusual behavior for him to get comfortable in some places. But you already catches his "evil plan" as soon as he invited you to cuddle with him. No, for you the night has just begun and doesn’t want to end because your boyfriend is here and you can’t afford the possibility not to spend time with him while you are awake.

“You wouldn't dare make me go to bed” You continued to drone on, becoming more and more active from the adrenaline. Shadow Milk, in turn, pursed his lips and looked at you with his rarely appearing, unreadable face yet irritated face.

“But my dear,” he said with emphasis, “Are you really rejecting the opportunity to spend this evening with me in an embrace? You, me, blanket, pillows. Oh, I even removed all my puppets just for this.” He pointed to the “nest” he had built from pillows and other stuff.

You grimaced your face, knowing full well that his signature “I’m poor and miserable, I’m trying so hard for you.” More often than not it was something playful, but now he is literally trying to lure you closer in every possible way. Well, no, it’s not your fault that it’s so much fun to spend time with him.

"STOP THIS INSTANT!" But it was already too late as you simply jumped out of your seat, running into another room away from him. It would be scary if he pursued you seriously, but from his whining that “his concern for you is being ignored” and the fact that “No one appreciates his colossal work and efforts” it was clear that he was giving you a head start in this moment. You were about to relax, only for his skinny hand jump out of the shadows, grabbing you by the collar like a misbehaving kitten.

“I won,” Shadow purred. Well, it appear he played seriously. "Oh, what a shame, now you're coming with me. To jail."

Despite your attempts to escape, he unceremoniously dragged you to your bed, placing you on top of it like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh, my poor, unfortunate bead, you’re completely tired.” He continued to fuss, despite your angry look, he looked after you like a mother hen, first straightening your pajamas and then covering you with a blanket.

“Oh, it’s so nice to sleep in the same bed with your loved one,” he sang, his arms and legs wrapped around you, not giving you the slightest loophole to escape. Making you snort and accept defeat.

________

I just wanted to add more dialogue to this version, yes, but I ended up rewriting everything.

Dialogues are my pain, but the pain is necessary and useful

[dr-spectre]

Here's a simple question to move on from the Big Man stuff lol. Do you have a favorite version of the calamari inkantation? I'm fond of Spicy myself.

3MIX BABYYYY!!!!!!!

God i LOVEEEE 3mix. It feels so climatic, so epic, it has Callie and Marie doing their usual thing, Frye adding her spicey vocals, Shiver with that SCREAMMM THO GOD DAMNNN!!!!!!! Big Man adding some background vocals.... Octavio adding his signature flare too. Like from a story perspective 3mix is the culmination of the Splatoon saga, everyone coming together to take down a common enemy. Callie and Marie show just how much they've grown, Deep Cut add their chaotic fresh energy and Octavio has changed his ways and teamed up with the New Squidbeak Splatoon. So incredible...

I don't know how to talk about music with music terms and stuff like that. I am THE Callie expert, not a music expert, which is kinda ironic considering what these characters that i love do lmao.

Also the live version is kinda nuts too. It has an extended segment with Callie and Marie, Deep Cut sing a different intro, Shiver goes EVEN HARDER on the screaming. However it does remove Deep Cut's section from the original version and that sucks but oh well.

It also has this really cool part near the end where the idols repeat the final vocals of the chorus 3 times and ITS SOOOOOOOO GOOD! And then it ends with the band going absolutely crazy AHHH!!! SO GOOD!

[sehtoast]

A Slip of the Tongue (Homelander x Reader)

18+

3.8k - The sleepier Homelander gets, the needier he becomes.

Warnings: Pegging, anal fingering, anal sex, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, cum eating, spit, sublander.

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

They’d spent the better part of the day curled up on the couch, watching some documentary VNN was airing about the history of Vought, stuffed full of lies and anything else that may make the company look good.  Homelander had picked it, giving some excuse along the lines of there being nothing better to watch.

Y/n knew that it was actually one of John’s duties to stay up to date with Vought’s self-published bullshit so that he could perform better on their behalf.  If Vought pushed a new narrative, Homelander pushed it too.  John carried that burden like the curse it was: constantly rewriting what was hammered into him for his entire life to better sell the image of the conglomerate.

The web-slinger gazed lovingly at the blonde head resting in his lap as he stroked his fingers through the soft tresses.  Homelander was in rare form that day.  His hair was soft and fluffy, unstyled after a shared shower.  He wore only one of Y/n’s t-shirts and his signature red briefs.  Y/n found it terribly endearing when John dressed down.  It always seemed like a silent statement that Homelander felt safe and secure with him, that he knew it was okay to drop his image and opt for something that didn’t scream strong, domineering, and perfect.

Within the walls of Y/n’s home, or maybe even as simple as the web-head’s presence, Homelander was allowed to just be.

Not only was the sight endearing, it was also… arousing.  Seeing him like that, so open, so exposed, so vulnerable– it sparked something within Y/n.  

The shirt framed John nicely, running just a smidge too small due to the differences in their respective statures.  It hugged his shoulders tightly, and tended to ride up when Homelander leaned either way, exposing his lower belly or back– sometimes both, if Y/n was lucky.  The lines of his hips dipped below the band of his underwear, and worked much like a neon sign to direct Y/n to where he wanted to be.  The hair trailing down his abdomen worked well to mark the path Y/n needed only to follow to get there.

Homelander had shifted around a few times, initially laying on his left side with his legs curled up.  Now, he laid on his back, his head tilted to the side to keep his sight on the TV screen.  Y/n’s eyes never quite strayed from the exposed skin of John’s abdomen, except only when he got distracted by the curve of his dick in those cute little briefs.

Y/n licked his lips absentmindedly, recalling that his favorite method of removing Homelander’s underwear was with his teeth.

The web-head trailed his fingertips along John’s hairline, sneaking up into the longer section of his undercut from time to time to scratch and massage his scalp.  He could tell Homelander was getting sleepy– he was far too comfortable to avoid the inevitable.  He watched John adjust again, moving back onto his side.

Y/n trailed his fingers from the line of John’s hair to the corner of his lips, trailing his index finger softly over the rosy pink flesh.

Despite his tiredness, John reacted instinctively, drawing Y/n’s finger into his mouth with a soft sigh.  He sucked the digit in, all the way to the knuckle, curling his tongue to play with it lazily.  He rolled onto his back, his head pressing into Y/n’s stomach, nuzzling into it for comfort.

Y/n slipped his middle finger into the mix, pulling another soft moan from Homelander– who looked utterly on the verge of dozing off.  His eyes hazed under his heavy lids.

“Get them nice and wet for me, baby.  I have a surprise to help you sleep…”

Homelander nodded, and Y/n swore he could feel a fresh gush of saliva flood against his digits.

When the drool started seeping from the corner of Homelander’s mouth, Y/n instructed him to shift, to get on his side once more and angle his hips– to give Y/n clear access to his hole.

Homelander groaned as a wet fingertip slipped past the band of his briefs, trailing down to probe him.  Y/n’s finger rimmed around his hole with a gentle firmness– just the way he liked it.  Homelander was extra receptive these days to being played with like this.  The night Y/n first fucked him, John was convinced that he’d had the most intense orgasm he’d ever to date.  Since then, he became more than comfortable with Y/n’s appreciation for fingering him, of pounding him into the bed, and of the occasional rimjob.  

He especially loved that those three tended to be a package deal.

“Mmm, Y/n…” he moaned, pushing back against the fingers that pierced him, yearning for more even through his tiredness.  An extra set of fingers found their way into his mouth, and John sucked greedily upon them.

“Attaboy,” Y/n praised, scissoring his fingers gently to stretch John’s hole.  The tight muscle gave way to the familiarity, and Y/n did his best to focus on John’s prostate despite the odd angle.  He leaned down to whisper into Homelander’s ear.

“So soft, my love.”  He pressed a kiss to the tip of John’s ear.  “So warm, so good…”

Y/n slipped his finger out– grinning at the soft groan of protest John produced– and brought his palm to his mouth.  He spit into it, then reached back down, cupping Homelander’s sack and gently massaging it.  He rolled the tender flesh in his wet hand, feeling John’s balls tense up inside with every wave of pleasure jolting through him.  Y/n trailed back to Homelander’s taint, where he rubbed gently for a moment, causing his love to cease satisfying his oral fixation to pant heavy breaths.

His fingers sank back into Homelander’s ass, causing the strongest man in the world to whine and buck his hips.

“Y-Y/n,” Homelander moaned sweetly, the wetness of his mouth dripping down Y/n’s knuckles.

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Please…”

“Mmm, not yet.  I still have more for you, babe…”

Homelander released Y/n’s fingers from his mouth and leaned back.  He reached up, bringing his lover down by the neck for a kiss, wet and sloppy from the drool that streaked across his chin.  John’s tongue rolled free between kisses, and Y/n took the liberty of sucking it into his mouth each time they reconnected.

Y/n made sure to fuck into Homelander extra sweetly during their kiss.  He simply loved the feeling of John’s moans reverberating against his lips.

When Homelander finally had a clear chance to look down, to see the mess that he’d become, he was met first with the sight of his cock tented in his briefs.  A large dark spot framed the tip of his shaft, wet with the unrelenting drool of precum.  He lifted his leg into the air for a better view, and Y/n seized the opportunity to give an extra deep thrust of his fingers, burying them to the knuckle.

Homelander’s face was flushed a bright red as he watched the scene unfold.

“Touch yourself,” Y/n whispered, watching John’s eyes go wide at the gentle command.  He loved that, despite the fact he never explicitly told John not to touch himself, he waited for permission anyway.

Such a soft, sweet, submissive boy…

Homelander moved the front of his underwear to the side and gripped himself immediately, mewling at the double stimulation as he fucked up into his hand.  He pumped his shaft slowly for a moment– just like he knew Y/n liked to see, and suddenly he felt the fingers in his hole leave to cup his sack again.

Y/n snaked his free hand inside the collar of John’s shirt, running through the dark hair on his chest before taking handfuls of his pectoral muscle, milking obscene noises from him in the process.  He could never quite get over the way John would fucking sing if he had his tits played with.  

“Make sure,” Y/n whispered into John’s ear as he gently worked his balls, “that when you cum… you catch it for me.”

Homelander’s eyes went wide before clenching shut, the feeling of heat building behind his eyelids prompting him to close them before he lost control.  He turned his face away from Y/n.

“Ah, ah,” Y/n tutted, his hand leaving Homelander’s sack to redirect his gaze.  “Look me in the eye when you cum.”

“I-I don’t– what if–”

“You won’t, Y/n replied earnestly, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to John’s lips.  “I trust you.  I always do.”

A pang of something struck Homelander’s heart, but he couldn’t focus on it for too long when Y/n’s hand crept back down and the other took his nipple in a pinch to roll it teasingly.

“H-hah!” John shouted, stroking his cock with an inhuman speed as he held eye contact with Y/n.  “Fuck!  I’m– I- I’m gonna–”

“Cum for me, baby.” Y/n cooed.  “Make sure you catch it.”

By Y/n’s word, Homelander came undone, shooting ribbons of cum into the curve of his palm as wanton moans shook free from his throat.  He forced his eyes to stay open, hot and red, ready to blow at any moment.  He kept the lid on the fire as he stared straight into Y/n’s eyes– those eyes that looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

“Ffffuck,” he exhaled, a soft sizzle betraying an unshed tear.

Y/n’s hand remained on John’s sack, gently playing with it while his balls tightened with each spurt.  When Homelander finally settled down, his eyes fading to blue once more, Y/n stilled his attentions.

“Still holding it?” he asked.

John nodded and shifted in Y/n’s lap to straddle him.  He brought his hand to his mouth, allowing the ejaculate to flow onto his tongue, making sure to lick up every drop of it.  He looked at Y/n, his eyes soft and his jaw cocked as he held his seed for a moment, allowing it to dilute with his saliva.

Homelander brought a shaky hand to Y/n’s hair, and the other to his jaw, forcing it open– despite Y/n’s willingness– and tilting his little spider’s head back. He leaned over Y/n and tensed his lips, allowing the thick mixture of cum and spit to spill from his mouth into Y/n’s– who was happily meeting the creamy liquid with an eager tongue and a sound caught somewhere between a giggle and a moan.

When the spit broke away from his lips, dropping the last ounce of it into Y/n’s mouth, John leaned down and took Y/n in a heated kiss, forcing his tongue through his lover’s lips to share in the taste of his fluids, each of them savoring it.

Homelander ground against Y/n through the kiss, rolling his hips to press himself into a pleasing friction.

“Another round already?” Y/n gasped through the kiss.  That certainly wasn’t the plan, but he wasn’t complaining.

“God– fuck, yes!” John panted, his eyes half lidded and glazed over.  “I need you to fuck me…”

Y/n leaned his head back and exhaled in anticipation, and John followed him, nibbling at his neck.

“I need you to fuck me so hard, so good,” he mewled between scrapes of his teeth against Y/n’s throat.  He pulled back and took hold of Y/n’s hand, bringing it to his neck, positioning his little spider’s fingers to wrap around it.  “Use me,” he continued.  “Use me hard!”

Y/n’s eyes were wide as he listened to Homelander plead like he’d never heard him before.  

“Fill me up,” John accentuated with a roll of his hips, his cockhead pushing against Y/n’s lower abdomen.  “I– I’ll be good.”

Y/n used his grip on John’s neck to pull him close enough to touch their foreheads together.

“You are good, John…” Y/n pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose.  “And you deserve to feel good.”  He hooked his arms under Homelander’s legs and stood, holding the most powerful supe in the world as he carried him back to the bedroom.  

Once he laid John on the bed, leaving him with a gentle kiss to both his lips and the tip of his dick as a tease, Y/n prepped to make good on his love’s requests.  He put on his pack-and-play setup and slotted the dildo in place after a brief setup hidden by the drawer.  

This one was new, and had a special feature that Y/n just knew John would love. The web-head hid the small remote in the palm of his hand until he could conceal it properly under the pillow. 

“Warm it,” he instructed John, holding the bottle of lube just a few inches from his face. 

Low intensity beams shot from Homelander’s eyes, heating the liquid perfectly.  When wet fingers grazed his already stretched hole, John spread his legs wider, welcoming the warm intrusion with an eager smile.

“Look how much you like this, you little slut.”  Y/n teased, grinning down at Homelander.  

“I’m your slut... ” John keened,  “Your good boy!”

“You are,” Y/n agreed while he scissored John’s hole once more, ensuring he was properly stretched.  “You’re my good, sweet boy.”

John’s eyes flared again, keeping a dim glow.

“Are you ready for me?”  Y/n asked, positioning himself at Homelander’s hole.

“Y-yes,” he gasped, looking down in excitement.

Y/n’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Then ride me,” he said, rolling over onto his back next to Homelander.

It took no less than a split second for Homelander to have his leg thrown over Y/n’s waist and the wet head of the dildo pressed against his hole.  He sank down on it in one go, throwing his head back blissfully as he was filled to the brim.

“F-fuck!” John moaned, his head lulling around while his cum-drunk mind tried to catch up.  “So good, so fucking good!”  Homelander began to rut against him.

Y/n slid his hands along John’s inner thighs, ghosting past his bouncing cock.  Homelander’s shaft slapped against Y/n’s belly every time the former sank down hard and came up fast, clearly using his flight powers to assist in fucking himself.  Little threads of precum clung to Y/n’s skin, following the bounce of John’s cock.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Y/n moaned, the friction of the toy pressing against him with each motion, finally tending to the flames of his own arousal.  “I wish I could suck you while you fuck yourself on me.  I wanna have you cum down my throat– have you clenching on my dick at the same time– fuck! You're so pretty fucking yourself on me…” He began to meet Homelander’s motions, thrusting upward when John came down, driving into him with all of his might.

“Nngh– f-fuck!”  John whimpered, he fell forward, nuzzling into Y/n’s neck while his little spider fucked up into him, slamming his insides fiercely.  “I’m your slut, daddy…”

Y/n stilled for a moment, his eyes going as wide as his gaping mouth.  It was quiet, and if he hadn’t been so in tune to the low rumble of John’s voice, he’d have missed it.

John moved away to look at him, worrying he’d done something wrong.

In a motion as fast as lightning, Y/n rolled them both and leaned down to take Homelander in a searing kiss, wrapping a hand around his neck.  He squeezed against the sides, restricting the blood flow just enough to have Homelander feeling lightheaded.  Y/n snapped his hips forward, thrusting into Homelander harshly. 

“Say it again,” Y/n demanded, the pace of his hips slowing to a shallow, circular motion.  “I’m your slut…” John breathed, gulping hard against the hand squeezing his neck.

“The whole thing, Johnny!” Y/n gave a sharp thrust, clenching his throat harder.  “Say it!”

“I’m your slut, daddy!” John keened, his eyes flashing bright before he clenched them shut.  “I’m your fucking slut!”

Y/n felt his cunt fucking throb at the way John had addressed him.  Oh, he was going to enjoy this.  

Every fucking second of it.

“And what does my little slut want from daddy, hm?”  Y/n rolled his hips once more, rocking into Homelander’s ass in shallow movements.  He leaned down and took John in a soft kiss, releasing the tension around his neck to instead run through his undercut.  

“W-Want daddy to f-fuck me…” Homelander gasped, his voice breathy and shaky.  “T-To Take care of me.”

“Mmm,” Y/n hummed, a devious grin working onto his face, “and just how do you need me to take care of you?”  The web-head reached down, taking John’s wrists and moving his hands up over his head.  Y/n secured them– well, as best as one could against a man like Homelander– and tilted his head as he looked down at John.  His love looked so gorgeous in that moment.  A drool trail spilling off the curve of his lip, red eyes radiating heat between them both, his chest heaving in eager breaths, hair mussed into a frenzy...  

He looked good enough to fucking eat.

Y/n reached down and stroked at John’s cock, rolling his thumb over the drooling head of it to coax cute moans from him.

“L-Like that!”  John whimpered, thrusting weakly into Y/n’s grip.

“What else?” Y/n pushed, giving a long, drawn out stroke to John’s shaft.

“I need to cum…” John gasped, peering through heavy eyelids at Y/n.  “Let me cum, daddy, please!”

“You can say it nicer than that, Johnny… Ask again.”

“Please, please, please, daddy!” Homelander shouted, throwing his head back.  “Please let me cum– I’ll be good!” John thrust his hips against Y/n’s cock.  “I’ll be your good boy!”

Y/n’s smile turned from devious to wicked, and he snapped his hips into Homelander, settling into a brutal pace that left the bed quaking beneath them.  John’s cries were muffled as he turned his head to his arm, but Y/n gripped his jaw and forced him back.

“Be loud for daddy,” he ordered, giving a particularly harsh thrust that left Homelander fucking singing.

Homelander’s noises increased tenfold, and he babbled through the rough pounding– some of his words entirely incoherent as Y/n built him up to the peak of pleasure, heat building and coiling in his core until he thought he might fucking die if he didn’t cum soon.  He practically screamed when Y/n slammed into him the whole way, grinding hot and wet against his hole, milking his euphoria for all it was worth.

When Y/n was satisfied with just how far he’d unraveled John, he leaned down to coo in his ear.

“Cum for daddy…”  He spoke sweetly, giving Homelander’s cock firm pumps as he continued to buck into him, stroking deep. He sought the remote and gave a press to the button as soon as John cried out his climax, shooting a load of artificial cum straight into him. 

John’s breath caught in his throat, and he gave a strangled scream as the heat exploded, burning through his entire body and tingling into his limbs. A beam of red burst from his eyes at the shock of being creamed, adding to the ever growing collection of scorch marks on Y/n's ceiling. He thrust against Y/n’s onslaught, his body moving on its own to seek more.

“That’s it,” Y/n breathed, watching his partner lose control, “Let go for me, Johnny.”  He fucked John through the waves of his orgasm, angling his hips the way he knew he loved the most– striking his prostate more often than not.  Ropes of cum painted John’s abdomen, and Y/n’s mouth watered at the sight– but he’d wait.  He’d wait for John to be coherent enough to enjoy the sight of having his own release licked clean from his skin.

Y/n let Homelander have plenty of time to come back down, and he spent his time peppering soft kisses everywhere he could reach, whispering praise between each press of his lips.  He stroked along the curve of John’s jaw, watching his love’s lips spread into a lazy smile.

“How do you feel?”  Y/n inquired, nuzzling against John’s neck.  His own need still screamed for attention, but nothing was going to stop him from checking in on his Johnny first.

“Hmmm,” John hummed, his eyes a normal blue now as he fought against his heavy eyelids.  “S’good… Sleepy.” 

Y/n moved to pull out, but a leg slung over his hip pushed him back inside.

“Stay in.” John whispered, groaning slightly at the push against his raw hole.  “I’ll…” Homelander trailed off, pulling Y/n down to nuzzle into his neck, and pushing his hand under the waistband of his pack-and-play underwear.  He was so sleepy, but he’d see it through for Y/n.

The web-head keened as John’s fingers slid through his soaked folds, immediately seeking out his clit.  There was no sense in dragging it out– he was on the fucking brink and it wouldn’t take much for Homelander to have him seeing stars.  So, he humped against John’s hand, seeking friction for his tender bud, moaning softly against his love's neck.

Y/n dragged his hand between their bodies, swiping up the cum resting on John’s abdomen, bringing it up to his lips to lick clean.  A deep groan reverberated in Y/n’s chest, and he continued grinding against Homelander’s lazy fingers, chasing his climax, coming closer, closer…

John sank his fingers into Y/n’s cunt at the last second, just in time to feel the full force of his little spider’s orgasm pulsing through him, causing his pussy to quiver and clench.  He loved nothing more than to feel it– to feel everything he could when it came to Y/n.

The pair laid there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, neither one caring to fight off sleep for a moment longer.  

They may have been too exhausted to talk about it, but Y/n would definitely never forget John’s new term of endearment for him. 

[ghcstpyre]

eddie munson x gn!reader

eddie helps you make your first dnd character.

content: eddie & r are friends, no descriptions of r's appearance, no pronouns used for r, no use of y/n, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of smoking weed

word count: 1.8k

( yes i used the 5e rules for this because i'm lazy, please don't come for me for not being 100% time period accurate lmao )

hellfire club banner by @/strangergraphics

"So I have to roll these dice to determine my character's stats?”

The paper of your character sheet crinkled and Eddie's shitty mattress creaked as you leaned over the Dungeons and Dragons books splayed out between you to reach for the only regular dice apparently used in this game. The Hellfire boys assured you that you'd get to grips with all the different kinds of dice in no time, but you begged to differ.

Eddie had finally convinced you to have a go at playing DnD with him and the other boys from Hellfire. You'd lost count of how many times he'd begged you to give it a try, but it was only a matter of time before you caved to those big, doey, brown eyes of his.

Much to Eddie's delight, the day you finally caved came and you were now in his trailer, sat cross-legged across from him on his bed with sheets of paper, books, dice and pencils cluttering the space between you as he helped you make your character. The faint sounds of W.A.S.P could be heard playing quietly in the background through his record player.

"That's right; roll four of these guys six times and remove the lowest result each time you roll." Eddie explained, dropping the normal dice - or the D6s as he insisted they be called - into the palm of your hand. "Add each roll up and then you can assign them to the stat you want.”

You sat back down, your character sheet crinkling again with your movements, Eddie's black and red ombre dice clutched in your hand. As you prepared to roll them onto the large, hardback Player's Handbook in the middle of the mess of paper, a crease appeared in your brow in confusion.

"But...what if my rolls are, like, really shit?" You asked.

That signature devilish grin crept its way across Eddie's face, paired with that usual mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then I guess you'll just be playing on hard mode.”

You shot him a pointed look and he laughed, that wonderful sound filling up his little bedroom.

"I'm kidding. Obviously if all of them are shitty I'll let you reroll, I'm not a complete sadist."

The furrow in your brow disappeared, instead being replaced by a small, amused smirk as you raised an eyebrow. "You so are."

Eddie gasped and reeled back dramatically, clutching at his chest as if he'd been shot in the heart. You shoulders began to shake as you giggled at his dramatics and that familiar fluttering sensation began to bloom beneath your ribcage while Eddie tried to regain his balance. He leant forward again, his pointy elbows resting on the little parts of exposed knee peeking through the rips in his jeans.

You'd been aware of these budding feelings for Eddie for a few months now. At first you thought the giddy feeling that bubbled within you whenever you saw him was just joy over a new friendship, but as time passed you began to realise that, nope, what you were feeling was actually the beginnings of a crush.

A crush you were very much convinced was unrequited.

Before said crush could get a glance at what you assumed was some sort of lame, lovestruck look on your face, you squashed that fluttering feeling down as best you could and began to roll the dice.

Eddie watched closely as you shook the dice in your hands and rolled for your stats. His chocolate brown eyes studied your face as they usually did when he knew - or was pretty damn sure - you weren't looking. The slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks, the cute little Cupid's bow in your top lip, and the tip of your tongue that he could just spy poking out from between your lips as you concentrated on adding your rolls up and jotting them down in your doodle-ridden notepad.

A few stray hairs slipped down into your face as you hunched over your notepad and it took all of Eddie's restraint to not reach over and brush them aside to tuck them behind your ear. There were times he thought you harbored the same feelings he'd hidden away, but he'd always had a nasty habit of second guessing himself when it came to people he was attracted to - especially when it came to you.

Eddie was painfully aware of the fact that if he made his feelings known to you and you didn't reciprocate, it would put a strain on his friendship with you, if not ruin it completely. Although Jeff had assured Eddie when he sought out his friend's advice that he was "pretty sure" you liked him back, he was simply too much of a coward to put himself in such a vulnerable position.

It wasn't until you said his name for a third time that Eddie was pulled out from his own messy head and back into his messy bedroom.

"Huh?" He willed the heat rising to his cheeks to kindly fuck off, embarrassed that you'd caught him staring at you.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you spied that rosy pink hue blooming across Eddie's cheeks and you automatically reached a hand up to tuck those stray hairs back behind your ear, your eyes flicking back down to your character sheet. You were pretty sure you'd caught Eddie checking you out and just the thought of it being a possibility had your heart thumping hard in your chest.

"Um...I finished rolling. You said I'd want my wisdom stat to be the highest for a druid, right?" You asked, meeting his gaze again.

“Uh, yeah that's right. Gimme a sec,” Eddie chuckled nervously and was quick to grab the Player's Handbook, very much eager to move on from the awkwardness of being caught. He was relieved you didn't seem too weirded-out by it. If anything, if his eyes didn't deceive him, you seemed almost…into it?

He chalked it up to wishful thinking on his part, though Jeff's words did start to ring a little more true than they had done before.

The two of you got to work on building your character - stats, skills, equipment, gold and spells. You were pretty satisfied with everything, save for maybe your Armour Class which left something to be desired.

“Aaand I think all that's left to do is your hit points. You'll want-” Eddie flicked back a page or two in the Handbook. “-Ah, eight plus your Constitution modifier, then for every level above first you can either take a five plus your con, or gamble and roll a D8 for something higher.” His warm, brown gaze rose from the book to meet your own and he cocked his head to the side, some of his unruly dark curls falling in front of his shoulders. “What d’ya wanna do?”

You pondered for a moment before grinning. “Well obviously I've gotta gamble.”

A bright smile broke out on Eddie's face, those familiar little crow’s feet forming at the corners of his big round eyes. If it could, your heart would've leapt out from your chest and right into his hands.

“That's the spirit!” He clapped his hands together and the thick silver of his rings clinked against one another. “But be warned, I won't allow any re-rolls this time so you'll have to take whatever you get.”

You were pretty sure that a D8 was the small, diamond-shaped one. As you reached out to grab the dice, Eddie did just the same. Your hands brushed against one another, sending tingles right up from where your skin touched his, through your body right to the tips of your toes. You heard Eddie's breath hitch and your heart skipped a beat at the tiny little sound.

For a moment it seemed like neither you nor Eddie could - or wanted to - move, and the longer you sat there, frozen, the more you felt your face get hotter and hotter.

Before you could say or do anything, Eddie took your hand and flipped it over so your palm faced upwards, plucked the D8 from its place amongst the plethora of dice and placed it into your hand. When you managed to finally tear your eyes away from your hand in his to look up at him, Eddie's own gaze was already fixated on your face, a small smile on his pink lips and a red hue dusting his pale cheeks.

The corners of your lips twitched upwards as you began to pull your hand away, but Eddie caught it before it could go too far.

“H-Hey, uh…” He stuttered, gathering up his courage. “...I know you only came over here to make your character but, uh, did you wanna carry on hanging out afterwards?” His hand was slightly sweaty, but you didn't mind it. “We could have a smoke, watch a movie and order pizza or something - y'know, if you want to?” His voice cracked halfway through asking. Eddie wasn't a religious guy, but if you rejected his offer he truly would start praying for his shitty mattress to swallow him whole, especially after a his voice cracked like he was fucking 16 again.

It felt like a mini explosion of butterflies had gone off in your tummy. “Really?”

You looked absolutely star struck; raised brows, glittering eyes, pink cheeks and lips slightly parted. The only other time Eddie had seen you with that look on your face was the first time you'd seen him shredding on his guitar and he knew there and then that he was absolutely fucked. Seeing it again now while you were sat just a mere few feet away had him wanting to pull you in by the hand he still held and kiss you.

“Y-Yeah! I mean, my uncle’s working the night shift tonight so we'd be able to chill out without him hanging around. But no pressure or anything, y'know.” He let go of your hand to scratch the back of his head, chuckling nervously.

The word date hung heavy and unspoken in the air between you.

You closed your fist around the D8 sat in your palm and pulled your hand back towards you as you nodded, smiling brightly at Eddie while your heart hammered in your chest with excitement. “No, that sounds really nice. I'm down for that.”

The giddiest grin broke out on Eddie's face and you were sure if eyes could sparkle, Eddie's would've been the source of a golden-brown disco ball effect as the orange light of the sunset shone through the open blinds over his window.

“Cool! Cool cool cool cool.” Was all Eddie could think to say as the adrenaline rush filtered its way through his body. He fiddled with the thick silver ring on his index finger, unable to keep that grin off his face. “So we'll finish this up and I'll roll us a couple of joints then?”

You returned Eddie's grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

[cloudcountry]

you don’t understand. (spoilers for book four)

SUMMARY: You have an argument with Jamil and find yourself being pushed away. Still, you're determined to do anything you can to keep him safe.

CHARACTERS: Jamil Viper.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: sorry jamil kissers LMAO this was a request this was out of my control!!!

~~~~~

“I can make our lives better.” Jamil whispers, fingers gently stroking the back of your hand as the two of you sit on the edge of his bed, “I promise I can. All I have to do is—”

“Jamil.” you speak up, voice shaking uncontrollably, “I don’t think this is right.”

Your words are like a slap in the face.

“What? What do you mean?!” he leans closer, as if the proximity will convince you. “All I have to do is get rid of Kalim. All I have to do is remove him from the Housewarden position! Don’t you see? I could be the Dorm Leader and you—!”

“This isn’t about me at all and you know it. Please, think about what you’re doing.” you plea, “I know Kalim has been so unfair to you and I know it infuriates you, but this isn’t about him either. You’ll destroy yourself with his plan. What about all the Overblots that have been happening on campus lately? What will I do if you use your signature spell too much and you fall victim, too? What if you actually end up hurting Kalim and get caught? What if you lose the trust of all your dormmates and what if you get kicked out? There’s too much at stake here.”

Jamil is silent. For a moment, you think he understands.

“You don’t understand me at all.” he murmurs, slowly taking his hand away from yours, “You’re on Kalim’s side, aren’t you? You don’t care about me.”

“Don’t say that! You know I’m always in your corner—that’s why I’m telling you this! I don’t want to have to live with the fact that I could’ve stopped you and I didn’t even try!”

Jamil shakes his head, eyes narrowing. His gaze is like poison now. There’s no love or affection in that gaze.

That’s not Jamil.

“You’re just like everyone else.” he shakes his head, “Please leave.”

“Jamil, please just listen to me-!”

“I said leave!”

You jolt backward, hands curled into fists as they press into the bedsheets. Your face is now stone cold, the furrow in your brow the only indication that you’re upset. You’re clearly trying to ground yourself, and for a second Jamil wants to take it back but he can’t.

He needs to do this.

“Okay.” you say, so softly it breaks his heart, “Just—think about what I said, okay love?”

But he doesn’t say anything.

He watches you leave, and does nothing when you shut the door. The second it clicks shut, you collapse on the floor and start to cry.

Knowing there’s nothing you can do now that he’s pushed you away makes your heart shatter in your chest. Lifting yourself off the ground, you practically bolt down the hallway. Your wish to not run into anyone is not granted, as you slam directly into someone’s chest while flying round a corner.

“Oof!” Kalim stumbles backwards, eyes wide and disoriented, “Hey…Prefect? Is that you? Are you okay?”

You try your best to wipe away your tears, checking behind you. For what? To make sure you weren’t chased?

“Kalim…” you gasp for air, grabbing him by the shoulder, “I need to tell you something, and you need to listen to me.”

You don’t know how well your explanation went over with him. You don’t know how Jamil will react once he finds out you told Kalim. In hindsight, it might have been a bad idea, but as you retire to Ramshackle for the night and cry into your pillow, you decide that you'd rather have him safe and mad at you than happy with you and destroyed.

[velvetvexations]

(seems like the ask i sent last time about this didnt go through but apologies if it did) kink confession. i finally found a fetish i am into that is embarrassing to admit for non-"problematic" reasons and its fucking. wedgies. whyyyyy. in hindsight i should have seen this coming because i have vague memories of making shitty wedgie art as a kid because of that signature funny feeling about it but apparently i fully locked away those memories lol. its even funnier because i usually get squicked out by regular degradation/humiliation/pain stuff but i guess this specifically is fine for some reason? its also one of those ones where i prefer it completely removed from any fantasy where i am actually involved so maybe thats why (ace and not particularly interested in actual sex. you might remember me from one or more of the forcemasc anons a while back lol)

I've gotten a few wedgie anons before so you're definitely not alone. It's one of my earliest kinks tbh even though it's not something I think about much now. But like, when I was a kid, and I watched the episode of The Amanda Show where the lady doctor gets a wedgie? That had an impact on me.

Checking in on someone who used to draw a lot of forcefem and seeing a brand new "Pronouns: She/Her" on her page made me unexpectedly happy. Not because becoming a woman is necessarily an improvement, but finding out a part of yourself through artistic expression is always wonderful. Happy for her :) (idk why I wanted to share with you specifically but I think you're super cool so it was probably that)

Yeah, that's awesome!

Cleaning dream anon here: what’s your fee for a cleaner? By which I obviously mean how much do I need to pay you to be allowed to scrub your floors with my tits shaking and lick your toilet clean and only be allowed a break when you have gas or need a punching bag?

As much as you can pay, obviously.

Im the non sexual doscomfort anon and i need you to know that you calling me ‘the mark’ made me loterally whimper, out loud, very pathetixally. And then let my sinner go cold before eating it because it seemes like you would apprectaite that.

lmao sometimes "the sub" just doesn't sound right you know

i "discovered" a new kink of mine thanks to some anons a while back: forcefamily. being lured into a couples car because they asked you to help load their groceries but, oh no, looks like they left their keys up front and the only way in is through the trunk. so you crawl in and... click! welcome to the family, kiddo!

that sounds like it'd be a horror movie from the past ten years that I hate but everyone else calls groundbreaking

to the anon who sent a message about not being into bimbofication but into being a creepy loser girl: I hope you know that bimbo x loser as you described is gonna be my warm up project for when I buckle down to write soon

content!

Forcefem was very unpopular and considered transmisogynistic just years ago by popular tumblr. It's even considered that way now if it's called 'sissy' or 'sissification' kink. That it's now being considered woke is very silly to me, but at least people aren't getting into fights over it anymore (<- irony)

If I were a pretentious fuckwit like some of the forcefem girlies on this site I'd say sissification is the good kind and everyone else is into some real poser ass lame bullshit but since I'm Cool and Nice I'm just like yeah everyone can enjoy what they like.

Whenever life gets hard I remind myself that I have beatable udders and no self esteem and therefore Velvet would find a use for me

I sure would anon.

every now and then (though, admittedly, it happens rarely), i see transmasc transformation comics/sequences being reposted with the posters jumbling up the pictures in reverse order or just claiming it's read from right to left so it's a male to female TF comic instead and also denying that it's female to male and i'm like ??? there's twenty male to female TF comics for every female to male TF, like, you (in general, not you as a person) don't have to do that, there's so much content for you :/ it also happens with a bunch of kinks that have a bit more of a female character focus, but i just noticed it here again

that reminds me when my favorite kink artist (Octoboy) was objecting to having art he made edited to be about girls since he made content specifically intending to fill niches for people who liked boys

Octoboy's art is actually responsible for about 80% of me liking boys lmao I was so so lucky to get a commission from him a decade or more ago when he was still fairly cheap because he deservedly charges way more now

[caramelstarlight]

I shall keep requesting, fellow Nari fan! Alright, Cyno x reader and Cyno finds out the reader is the designer of TCG cards (character, summons, food, etc.)

sure go ahead. You’re the reason why this is alive lmao.

Very interesting… maybe he came searching for us like he did for albedo for his designs… I tend to have at least 10 paragraphs for these ngl.

Player and Designer

Cyno x Reader | Fluff | <3 | Surpise Encounter (Cyno finds Reader in Pupsa Cafe and he has a crush!) reader hails from Inazuma and moved after the decree was lifted. Reader has long sleeves bc yes.

Surprisingly Cyno was off at the time. Heading to Pupsa cafe to duel more people. Sure the cats tail has many players but it’s too far to travel for just a short time.

You were one of the main designers for the cards. Using your artistic talent to make the games cards beautiful and successfully making it seem to move in different directions. You used to stay in Lambads tavern but the whiff of alcohol could make it harder to concentrate.

Designing another card for a different vision bearer you looked at the recent drafts you had saved. From how you started the pose to the background and their signature card. Making sure it sparkles when they get the dynamic one. Often getting a reserved table in pupsa cafe with little disturbances.

Many knew you were working for them. Always asking you for advice even if you weren’t an active player you sure did enjoy how happy others were and enjoyed your art. You finished your draft looking at it once more before going onto the next one. As cyno stepped in he couldn’t believe his eyes. Who wouldn’t?

You, one of the main people involved in the making of TCG right in front of him? Of course it sounds like he’s dreaming. But you were there. With a few watching you work as they gave you suggestions. Others were interested in the process.

Cyno was different. He had a crush on you. But he was afraid he would scare you since he was told he could always have a serious face. He always tried to lighten the mood with his jokes and cards. His gaze lingered on you as you finished the card. Handing it to the beta testers to see if it could work well and would be balanced.

Getting up and turning around, you almost fell out of surpise and he catched you. All the attention on the both of you as you slightly blushed from embarrassment. He pulled you back up and removed his hand from your back.

“Thanks General Mahamatra.” You’d tell him as you bowed down to him for a few seconds before getting back up. You stayed silent as you both stood there awkwardly. “You don’t have to call me General Mahamatra. Cyno is enough.” He’d tell you.

“I’ll keep that in mind G- Cyno.” You said as you offered him a handshake. He agreed and felt how soft your hand was. His was mostly rough. “Do you need anything? I don’t think I can provide much help for TCG. I’m just the main designer for it. I may be a master player but I’m busy creating cards.” You said as you let go. Waving the server over. Sitting yourself down and let cyno go sit on the opposing side.

“I don’t need anything really. I just wanted to say I love your art for the cards.” He’d tell you as blush slightly covered your face. “O-oh…! I wasn’t expecting that.” Trying to cover your face with a fan similar to ayakas.

He was surprised at how easily you could blush. But he wouldn’t tease you for it. You ordered what you wanted. “Do you want anything? I’ll pay for it. I have a discount and a lot of mora.” You told him as he told what he wanted.

“Thank you for being generous Y/N.” “You’re welcome Cyno. It’s not often I can see you off work. Maybe take some more time off. It would do you some good. I can tell from here that your body is a bit sore and tense.” You told him as you analyzed his body. Your eyes lingered on his chest for a few moments then it should and you covered your face with your fan again.

“sorry for staring cyno.” You’d tell him as he accepted it. Finding it adorable, getting both of your orders as you ate lunch. “Anyways, I thought you would’ve wanted a card so I decided to give you one anyway. This one is quite exclusive. Only a few have these beside the crew.” You stated as you handed a signed card of him that was dynamic.

“You didn’t have to give me this Y/N. You’re too kind.” “Take it as a present. Anyways do you want to come somewhere with me? It’s safe I promise.” “Sure I have another 30 minutes to spare before I have to go back.” He followed you and you brought him to a spot in the avidya forest.

“I thought to show you. It’s a really nice spot.” You said as you listened to the waterfall with slight chirps of birds. Animals were peaceful and he was in awe. He had never came across it. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’ll be sure to return the favors.” “I actually wanted to tell you something.”

You both said as laughter came out. “Cyno you can go first.” “Alright. This may be sudden but I would like to tell you that I have had a crush on you for a long time. I remember seeing you at a public event and I just fell in love instantly.” He admitted as you listened. “Oh that’s what you wished to tell me-?” He nodded slightly confused by the answer. “Oh uh no there’s nothing wrong! It’s just that is also what I wanted to tell you Cyno.” You said shyly as he smiled softly.

He hugged you and embraced it. Staying silent as the peace was comforting. “So… does that mean you wouldn’t mind dating me-? I won’t be a burden will I?” “Of course you won’t. I won’t regret dating you. Nobody should.”

“Do you want to announce it to the public or wait? We are both well known so it will be hard to keep it a secret.” “Does my love need to be a secret to others?” “Well no I-“ “Then it is decided. It can be announced to the public.” You both sat down near each other. Talking about topics that both of you were interested in. Sadly cyno had to leave but the next day it was told and known to everyone.

Whenever he could Cyno would be with you and try to keep you safe. You would have an higher and bigger target on your back. Being someone famous and the General Mahamatras partner could be super dangerous. It could be risky to trust others.

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

i remade and updated my jaide references! just minus the pokemon artstyle, and their team/companions included.

me explaining the updated designs below vvv

gameverse jaide:

her mole is below her left eye (viewer's pov)

two long lashes (upper and lower)

she wears a fingerless glove (except for the thumb), which is bound with a mega stone

remy (gallade), her partner pokemon who can mega evolve. kaia (blaziken) as well

she wears an embroidered red bracelet to match with her boyfriend - red (who wears a green one)

the applin that she received from red is not included in her team - but is treated as a companion (for now)

she was gonna have a repeat ball because it seemed most appropriate for her but i really like the timer ball's design

mangaverse jaide:

her mole is above her lips

three medium lashes

on her left ring finger is her gold wedding band (as she's married to steven stone in present)

on her right ring finger is the metal ring that initially belonged to steven (since he wears his signature rings on all index and ring fingers, he removes one for his wedding band and gives her the extra)

the zipper still exists on jaide's black blouse but i didn't include it since it's already hidden by her hands lmao

[overly-verbose]

This wretched site prevents me from remaining as a chaotic anon, however it is unfortunate that I will remove its bones (code) and make a stew for the accursed creatures within my mind.

You will not find me <3

🔫

I can certainly appreciate the sheer effort made to remain a chaotic anon despite the hellsite (/aff) not wanting you to be lmao, keep on that Anon grind and all that 😂😎👉👉

But also,

*makes incomprehensible sounds of joy as I shake the horrifying ghost that used to stare at me as I slept but I kept staring back so much and so intensely that it's now scared to sleep without a nightlight (I could appear in the dark) and we've become occasional roomies by the shoulders like we're in a cartoon (idfk where this entire segment came from but you get my excitement)*

What Is That??? Some sort of outline based on Part 2, with a bunch of pages and panels????? Or am I seeing wrong???? (Maybe it's one page with more versions?? Idk what the software is and how it works heh)

:OOOO :DDDDDDDD???

I recognise that signature watergun emoji (wdym it'd look the same no matter who sent it-), so I'm just gonna let you know that I've actually worked on something akin to a reference - decidedly not up to professional or even professional-adjacent standards but I tried lol - for SIkuna haha

(I myself am inconsistent as heck so I don't expect it to be followed perfectly + it's not all That different from Canon-kuna but just as a little maybe helpful thing 🤗)

due to your previous Ask(s)! :DDD

It's mostly done besides some detailing and written stuff so I should be able to add it to Visuals (with some little funni bonuses) fairly soon 🤗

(I haven't drawn anything with full colour in a While lol, but it's gonna be indeed coloured :D👍)

Thank you so much in advance for the arts!!! :DDDDDD

[vvooper]

next up in my ffvii character pokemon teams: the single white rose of wutai

details below

yuffie's sprite is a recolor of janine. I think it works because janine is both a ninja and the daughter of a real important dude. the cape is a bonus if you pretend it's a moogle cloak

species: thievul

ability: stakeout

item: adrenaline orb

moves: dark pulse, burning jealousy, knock off, parting shot

if you've played crisis core, then you're probably familiar with yuffie's adventures as the treasure princess. she obtained zack's email address and sent him on a bunch of treasure-hunting quests, intending to steal the treasure from him once complete. a thieving pokemon was the perfect fit.

the stakeout ability follows the same idea, with adrenaline orb to help in case our treasure princess gets in over her head. not that that would ever happen right?

burning jealousy and knock off also follow the theme of coveting an item and removing it from someone else's possession. parting shot because yuffie just can't help herself sometimes with having the last word

species: accelgor

ability: sticky hold

item: focus sash

moves: spikes, infestation, encore, final gambit

I am not a japanese speaker, but to my understanding shinobi is just another word for ninja. as a bonus, yuffie's theme is called descendant of shinobi. accelgor is a lil ninja bug guy thing, so there you go.

I chose the sticky hold ability because yuffie has sticky fingers lmao. the rest of the set is not super worth talking about though tbh

species: shedinja

ability: wonder guard

item: heavy-duty boots

moves: shadow sneak, toxic, grudge, protect

yeah yeah I'm terrible I'm awful whatever. dead ninja themed pokemon, everyone! what was I supposed to do, be tactful?

shadow sneak is not only a ninja-y move because of the sneaking, but it does also remind us the fact that sonon died horribly to a dude who has magic shadow powers! toxic because ninjas are kinda associated with inflicting status. grudge because of the whole being dead thing I guess

species: kingambit

ability: supreme overlord

item: king's rock

moves: kowtow cleave, iron head, sucker punch, swords dance

kingambit feels perfect for godo as he's the head honcho of wutai. also the reason for the supreme overlord ability and the king's rock.

kowtow cleave is kingambit's signature move, but I feel like it's also relevant because yuffie resents her father for giving up the resistance against shinra.

species: greninja

ability: protean

item: weakness policy

moves: hydro pump, dark pulse, grass knot, water shuriken

another ninja themed pokemon! conformer is yuffie's ultimate weapon. I went with greninja specifically for it because greninja is heavily associated with shurikens.

the protean ability is meant to represent yuffie's elemental ninjutsu. she can change the element she is attacking with to suit her needs.

the weakness policy and the move grass knot reflect conformer's special mechanic: it deals more damage the higher the enemy's level. water shuriken is greninja's signature move and also brings us back to conformer being a shuriken.

species: rayquaza

ability: air lock

item: sea incense

moves: dragon pulse, hydro pump, hurricane, extremespeed

leviathan is the patron god of wutai, and its summon materia is obtained in wutai in og ffvii. rayquaza is a good fit for it in the sense that it's a big ol flying serpentine dragon.

while rayquaza isn't a water type to match how leviathan is a water elemental summon, I've gotten around that by giving it sea incense to hold and the move hydro pump. hurricane is flying type, but hurricanes are also associated with water. close enough, right?

other teams can be found here. next up is reeve lmao

[daylighteclipsed]

i def have my critiques and preferences for the show…pacing is def a problem but theyre at least making up for the weird pacing with more character/relationship building scenes. my two major complaints that im holding out for expansion later is percy being more of a daydreamer than an ACTUAL troubled kid (coming from a troubled kid who related to percy for causing trouble and not wanting to) and his signature “edge” so to speak being so little to nothing. my other complaint is the exposition being weird? Like i feel tlt set up and paid off SO WELL in how it presented exposition without it turning into a greek myth lecture and it becoming important later on. But we got no mention of kronos or big three gods yet for instance and that makes me worried about the flow of the story.

overall im really enjoying it and looking at it as “its not gonna be the exactly the book but thats what the book is for.” There are some changes to tone and characters but so far im optimistic. Luke to me is by far a significant improvement.

You’re right, you’re right. I guess I went in expecting the show to be more faithful to the books than it is. I need to adjust my expectations.

Removing a lot of the “hotheaded troublemaker” aspect of Percy does make him feel like a pretty different character. He feels watered down — same goes for Gabe, which I have mixed feelings about. But I do kind of like the TV show making Percy an artist, or at least someone who likes drawing and is good at it! If only because it (potentially) adds to his friendship with Rachel later.

I simultaneously like the show’s handling of Luke and dislike it lmao. I’m a little bitter that a lot of his showing Percy around camp in the show is done by Annabeth in the book. It does give Luke more of a mentor feel, but… I love Annabeth and her bond with Percy so much. I’m biased lol.

The pacing and exposition is… definitely not great so far. The show makes changes from the book that I don’t really get why they changed? Like Kronos and the gods could’ve been talked about/introduced in the museum on the field trip like in the book, and that would’ve made more sense? And that would’ve set up Percy’s dreams of Kronos talking to him a little more. (At least, I think it’s Kronos talking to him?)

Idk. The show’s okay so far. But I am really interested to see if they’re going to humanize the monsters like Medusa more. A more nuanced angle like that would really make this adaptation unique. Some of the so-called monsters are victims of the gods just like the demigods are. And it would be interesting to see Percy emotionally connect with Medusa and others like her rather than just swinging his sword.

[sunluzhen]

meme waters rising 1, 3, 6 (stress-relief method), 7, 11, 17, 22, 24, 38, 42

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Any variation of "I'm okay! / It's fine / Everything's good!" It's instinctual at this point. Beyond that, he's actually not that much of a liar? He's awful at lying unless it's about how he's doing/feeling.

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

He's not exactly the best at hiding how he's feeling, when he's especially stressed or upset it's easy for others to pick up on, but getting him to actually talk is another task altogether; he's too often extremely avoidant when it comes to himself. He just... really doesn't want to bother the people he cares about. Some of the things that go on inside his head he really doesn't want them to know about, also.

6. What’s their favorite [stress-relief method] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Whether or not this is actually a favorite method is debatable, but he's definitely not going to suggest anyone else do it. It's not exactly safe to walk around the city streets at night without your phone by yourself, Monkie Kid powers or no. These late night walks often end with MK dunking his head in the nearest body of ice cold water. (Sometimes he falls in all the way and has to scramble out somehow before he sinks.) Definitely not advisable.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

lmao. okay. I think Mei and I would yell out the same thing to get a reaction from MK: "MONKEY KING SUCKS!" or "OMG! COME CHECK OUT THIS NEW MONKEY KING / JTTW-RELATED MERCH!" Depends on the mood. Both would definitely have him jumping up like "WHAT! WHERE?" with the former option earning an extra "WHO SAID THAT! IMMA THROW THESE HANDS!"

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Xiaotian sees a face in the mirror that belongs to them. They know it's them. But they struggle to really recognize it as themself, especially lately. There's a very faint scar, running diagonally across part of their face. It reminds them of cracked stone, which is... probably where it came from, actually. She did drop them on their head, didn't she? Then there's the patches of fur on his neck and arms that look like they didn't grow in right, over burn marks that somehow healed even though by all means they shouldn't have. Sometimes, if they squint and look really hard, they can see a few strands of white hair.

Others look at Xiaotian, and besides the obvious monkey features, they see a sweet, young face. One that's rather open and perhaps a little too earnest and trusting. The endearing little chipped fang when they smile a little too wide and show off their teeth. That messy mop of hair on top of their head. The signature red headband they always wear.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Vacuum cleaners are evil and should not be trusted. He'll stick to sweeping and mopping the old fashioned way.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Oh, absolutely. Those almond cookies are ALL his. His!

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Singing. They actually have a decent voice! But it's way more fun to sing badly along to karaoke songs with friends.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Joke Answer?: "HELLO and welcome to my TED talk, FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT! Monkie Kid's Guide to Prolonging the Next Mental Breakdown for As Long As Physically possible-- I MEAN I'll be talking about how to keep your spirits high while things are extremely stressful and chaotic: by lying to yourself until, eventually, it comes true!"

Real Answer: The former idea would get him immediately removed from the stage, BUT he's much more likely to use a TED talk as an opportunity to infodump about the JTTW novel, various adaptations, and miscellaneous Monkey King trivia, which is also not what TED talks are supposed to be for I think, but...

[blueskyheadleft010]

Life Update June 2023

Okay, so I don’t typically do these really anymore; but so much stuff has happened recently that I feel like I kinda owe an explanation as to why I haven’t posted stuff I said I was gonna post; etc…

Firstly, I have gained a new hyper-fixation with the Murder Drones series on YouTube, to the point I have just spent an actual lump sum of money on merch; which is something I haven’t done since I was like 12ish… The show is a phenomenal work of art and it deserves more notice. I legit thought I wasn’t gonna like it at all, due to the anime chibi looking characters making me believe it would be garbage knock-off cheap anime bs, but it showed up in my recommends and I haven’t been able to stop watching it since.

I won’t keep gushing about that, as this is an update post, not a review posting lol, but I also have written an entire pmv script for this show and idk I’m in too deep now…

I have also had an infestation of field mice inside my home this month, which my dogs helped to uh… remove from the house. So that’s been a thing.

I’ve also been playing Pokémon Infinite Fusion, and kinda ended up making a too OP fusion of Charizard and Raichu, with a Blaze ability. Who would’ve thought having both immunity to burns and paralysis would work out so well? 10/10 Giovanni didn’t expect me to utterly destroy his legendary triple fusion with that combo lmao.

The Unicorn Warriors Eternal 2nd review will be coming out as soon as I can retrieve some decent footage/images of episodes 5-7. It’s not got as big of a dedicated fandom to it, so it’s harder to track down images of it. :/

I will briefly talk about my opinion of episodes 5 & 6, as I want to clarify that the plot does actually pick up the pace some in these episodes, but it’s still janky with the timing until the last five minutes of episode 6.

I could actually make out some of Tarkovsky’s handiwork in episode 6, but both episodes felt like each scene was created from a different time and art studio. Again, the cgi scenes don’t really blend/mesh well with the 2d drawn art; which I will do my best to breakdown in the actual review.

I did however figure out the main problem I’m having with the show overall. First and foremost; the dialogue. It doesn’t fit Tarkovsky’s usual signature, and feels wildly out of place with the serious plot/nature of events occurring in the show.

I’m not saying that no dialogue is better than a ton of dialogue at all; my point here is that the tone and rhythm of everyone’s speech is not matching the vibe of the scenes/plot/show and is 100% not what anyone from the early 1900’s Britain would sound or behave like. (Also still some weird British stereotypes going on that feel wildly out of left field.)

My second problem is the Popeye art style. This is not me just nitpicking here, again, it is so wildly out of place with the serious nature and tone of the show that it actually interferes with the style/flow of the show. I took a lot of issue with the young children in episode 5; they were drawn with massive muscles on dainty little girls, they looked like a mix between a dwarf and a shrunken Popeye. It was a bizzare image.

Anyways, I don’t have much more time to blab at the moment. I just wanted to stop by and give an update. I’ll eventually get around to more stuff soon. :3

[kenobster]

Number 10 and your best guess at number 20 for the unhinged Star Wars asks!

Your Pal's Star Wars Ask Game

Thank you friend! I love your username hahahha.

10. If you could pull a George Lucas and sneak into Disney plus and edit any Star Wars scene, what changes would you make?

Hmmmmmmmmm. I was scared someone would ask me this because I need to think of the perfect answer, and I'm sure I've thought of one before, but I can never remember lmao. You're asking the tough questions. >.> There are a lot of scenes I could be noble about and edit them for the grander story arc or thematic value. But that's hard to think about, so I'm going to go instead with a self-indulgent response. I'd either

(1, to avoid pain) remove the Tusken massacre scene altogether or at the very least make it so Anakin didn't kill the women and the children, too. Not because I need him to have not done those things in order to like him (quite the opposite) but actually because I want everyone in fandom to shut the fuck up about it lmfao. Instead, we can just add in a little yelling and screaming and PG-style violence to make the same point. :'). Or,

(2, to seek pleasure) I'd absolutely make sure this part of the script (whether or not the fact-checking of it confirms this is real) made it into the final version of ROTS:

And yes, it would appear on-screen just as creepy and euphemistically sexual as it reads.

20. Please describe in as much detail as possible the signature scent of Ewan and/or Obi-Wan. (Are they different? Probably)

I have no sense of smell, so I literally don't even know how to answer this lmfao. But I guess Ewan McGregor probably smells like a nice and cleanly person while Obi-Wan Kenobi smells like a ruffian who hasn't showered in 10 years because there are no showers on Tatooine.

In my fics, I guess Obi-Wan smells like dirt and blood and ash until he gets a fucking break from the war for a hot shower-length minute--at which time, he starts to smell much more like Ewan, and that's nice. :) But it's also sad because I'd like him to suffer, and smelling nice means he's not suffering enough. >.>

And in at least one of my fics, he probably smells like piss because. Well. I can't help what the whumpers have done to him :').

[blookmallow]

rosie thoughts (my welcome home sona in progress lmao)

i hope this is. remotely legible i was too lazy to get up and try to find my tablet so i spent like half an hour clumsily scribbling all over this template on my phone which ended up being way harder actually

rosie is generally friendly toward her neighbors, but keeps to herself quite a lot. she seems to be closest to frank, as they meet for tea and poetry reading every wednesday morning. their relationship is thoroughly platonic. While they seem to enjoy each others’ company, they don’t really discuss personal matters much. oddly, she has been known to confide in howdy more so than anyone else. His good nature and neighborly warmth must put her mind at ease.

rosie can often be seen gazing out her window and sighing around the time eddie does his delivery rounds… how strange. maybe she’s feeling down because she doesn’t get many letters?

some speculate that rosie was intended to be a counterpart of some kind to sally - sun and rain, with opposing personalities. However, thus far no shared scenes or clear information has surfaced, though rosie does claim that the sun exhausts her.

rosie and wally have a bit of a complic- GREAT friendship. He is her very best friend. :)

(im waiting on more information to decide what happened. he or Home may have killed or otherwise Removed her. she may be trapped somewhere. she may be dead.)

shes rarely ever seen in any official artwork; its largely assumed she was a scrapped character, but potentially may have appeared in the original pilot. Some people report strong memories of her in the early seasons, while others claim she never appeared at all. it is unknown why the character was removed, but some speculate it may have been due to malfunctions/design flaws in her puppet construction.

Rosie was the only marionette puppet in the cast. Her mouth did not move, though she did have some eye movement. No footage has been found, but her movements were reportedly always oddly stilted and lethargic, possibly a design complication, but could well have been an intentional character trait

some voice recordings have surfaced, but they are all heavily distorted and sound oddly artificial - possibly some kind of synthesized placeholder, as the character appears to never have been fully developed. she speaks slowly, with an odd cadence - it's unclear whether this was an intentional character quirk, a corruption in the recording, or due to rudimentary artificial vocals

her right eye is never shown open, and was in fact sewn shut on the original puppet. her existing eyeball is able to move in its socket to some degree, and some theorize she originally had both eyes, but one was damaged or lost at some point during development, and her signature wink was done as a last-minute fix that became a permanent design feature

she has a very gloomy, melancholy personality, but is generally well-liked by most of the other neighbors. she enjoys her alone time, and likes taking walks on rainy days. she plays piano, and writes poems, but is too shy to allow anyone (except, perhaps, frank) to read them.

her favorite flowers are blue roses

she claims the sun makes her very tired, and often carries an umbrella even on sunny days

a single snail links to the only video clip she is involved in - though there is no dialogue, the imagery is clear. we see a table with a nice lace tablecloth, a blue and white chipped teacup, a blue rose, and a few ink splattered, slightly crumpled, somewhat damp papers. Some sheet music and writing can be seen, but the handwriting is very slanted and blotted from the water damage, thus impossible to read (and several things seem to have been crossed out.) The footage is very distorted and fuzzy, and the colors are washed out. Claire de lune can be heard gently in the background, and rainfall. It’s peaceful, maybe a little sad. Suddenly, there is a strange glitched cut in the feed, and a loud crash and a discordant smash of piano chords, as if something has fallen on the keys. The camera cuts off and the footage suddenly clears. The teacup is broken in half. We now only hear the sound of rain for a long, quiet moment.