#and this artwork to me absolutely encapsulated all of that

[kate-bishops-girlfriend]

oh the pOETRY

tarot card commission ⸸THE LOVERS ⸸

[stariikis]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐧𝐫𝐤 ˖ ࣪⭑

synopsis ; like the moon needs the stars, riki's whole life would crumble without you. his inspiration, greatest motivation, and his muse.

pairing ; artist!nishimura riki x muse!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, realllly really short drabble of thoughts

this love's possessing me, but i don't mind at all

There are a million ways to say, 'I love you.'

Aren't there?

One chasing after their certain eye-candy may purchase a whole bouquet of that person's favourite flowers. Another would pour their heart and soul onto a piece of paper, a subtle love confession decorated with stickers and fanciful designs. Another might try their hardest to impress them with whatever their forte is.

Riki, however, takes all these and mashes them into one gorgeous painting on an easel.

He emerges from his 'workplace', one of the study rooms in your shared apartment. A blank canvas, about the size of his hand, accompanies him out. Not to mention the various brushes, the bristles sticking out all over the place revealing how loved they are. The paints, watercolour in a small box, acrylic aligned in their designated tubes, and oils of any colour possible.

Lips puckered in a pouting motion, he scans you as if wondering what light he wants to paint you in today. Where he wants to set up his painting station for the next few hours.

The reasons for his choice of background go from the smallest of things to the most obvious. It could simply be the style of your choice of clothes, but once it had been because of the way you reacted when he woke you up in the morning.

He used a fiery red base colour for that artwork. Perfectly encapsulating the constant frown you wore the rest of the day. His words, not yours. They could only ever be his words.

When he finally dismissed you from 'work', he paid you for your efforts with a kiss.

Your sour expression morphed instantly. In the blink of an eye, it was almost as if you had never woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

it's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall

Today he quietly brings you to the edge of a field, just as sundown occurs. He looks up at the sky, cotton candy clouds bleeding into a warm hue of orange. Nothing leaves his mouth. An absolute silence has overcome him.

And knowing that there's no need for you to break it, there's no need to coax him out of this state for the better, comforts you deep down to the core.

It's like you know exactly how to go about routine, as you settle yourself in the wispy, tall grass and wait for him to set up his materials. However, after propping up his easel, he doesn't unpack his paints and brushes like he usually does. He doesn't unroll his scuffed-with-paint marks apron.

He merely gazes at you, soft and mesmerised.

As an artist, he should have neutral feelings towards his muse. He should be evoking surrounding emotions and feelings. He should be drawing them from deep within himself, and expressing them on the canvas before him.

A muse is only meant to be an inspiration. At times, it's the subject of the art piece. However, it's never the sole purpose.

But the way Riki looks at you proves all that wrong. The way his calloused hands held yours on the way to this destination. The way he scoots closer to you just as you drift off into sleep, and whispers all the newest paintings he's made. He confesses all the sketches he makes are of you. He can't get you out of his mind, he murmurs in a shaky tone, he can't rid himself of your influence on his artistry.

But he's so in love.

Why would he ever want to?

it's like supernatural ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry to anyone expecting me to write any other members. i'm just too addicted to writing for riki... i promise they will have their own fics soon. pls scold me if i don't churn them out... TT

[mykneeshurt]

Envy

Shout out (again lmao) to @ave661 for the artwork (I’m sorry I tag you so much lmao)

Possessive Keegan x F!reader

Inspired by Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

Not proofread because I’m legit so tired lmao I could have done more to this but my brain isn’t working x

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, possessive and jealous themes, p in v, unprotected sex, goes without saying but it’s the internet ini, this is fiction. This is not a healthy relationship.

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The buzz of the bar hummed around you, strangers going about their business, wrapped up in their own little worlds. You sipped at your drink as you watched life unfold before you. Couples sharing intimate conversations, friends sharing stories, laughter. That’s when you noticed a pair of silvery blue eyes watching you from across the bar.

Keegan.

More specifically your ex-boyfriend Keegan.

Absolutely not wanting to get into it you finished your drink and made your way out of the bar. You could feel his eyes bore into you as you took your leave. Watching. Waiting.

It was an early autumn evening. Still warm but with a noticeable chill now in the air. Pulling out your phone your text your best friend, informing them that you’d seen Keegan at the bar and that you were making your way home. Going for a drink on your own wasn’t unusual for you. You did it quite often in fact, happy in your own company, watching the world go by. It gave you time to decompress, to think.

The taxi rank was about a 15 minute walk away, the streets weren’t too crowded, it being a Sunday after all. Everyone at home too full to move after their roast dinner. Various alley ways lined the streets, the first golden crisp leaves began to fall, the breeze encapsulated you in its warm embrace.

It was perfection. Your favourite season.

You allowed your mind to drift, forgetting all about seeing your ex-boyfriend. Entranced within your own world. And that’s when he pounced.

A firm broad body slams into you, pushing you full force into one of the alleyways. Before a shriek could even fall from your mouth a large hand muffled your mouth. Effectively silencing you. Your body hit the red brick wall with a dull thud. Dazed you eventually focused on your assailant, eyes widening as you were met with Keegans face.

His ashen eyes stared into your very soul, your essence. Your brows knitted together confused as you relaxed into his form. He’d never laid a hand on you, if anything he was sickly sweet, worshipping the ground you walked on. But he had a jealous side, one that he had managed to hide well. But the mask slipped, as it always did. He became possessive, envious of every interaction you had. He didn’t control or coerce you in anyway, but he’d always let you know what he was thinking. He wanted you all to himself. That’s when you ended it.

And by the looks he wasn’t getting over you any time soon.

Slowly he removed his hand, allowing your short sharp breaths to echo in the cramped alley. ‘Keegan?’ Your eyes fluttered around his features, trying to make sense of this … situation. ‘Hi sweetheart’ he drawled, his voice thick like caramel. Still breathless you whispered ‘what are you doing?’ He watched as your chest rose and fell, your lungs fighting against the adrenaline pumping through you.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek. ‘Just missed you is all. Saw you across the bar n needed to tell you.’ Scrunching your nose you scoffed ‘then just tell me like a normal person? Instead of pinning me in an alley way. Christ Keegan.’

‘Fuck, I love it when you’re angry.’ His eyes fell to your lips, watching as the corner of your mouth twitched.

Dropping his head he nuzzled into your neck, as he slipped his knee between your thighs. Slightly pushing your dress up against your skin. ‘Keegan’ you warned, your tone sharp and commanding. But that’s when he trailed his tongue from your neck to your earlobe, nipping at it gently. ‘Fuck you smell so good sweetheart’ you felt his voice rumble through his chest and onto yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled at your hip, his 6’1 frame towering over you.

‘Keegan …’ it was less of a warning and more of a plead, your breathless voice seeped into his skin spurring him on. ‘Missed the way you say my name sweetheart’ his grip on your hip tightened. Causing you inadvertently roll your hips into him, arching your back off the brick wall.

You brushed your cheek against his, his sharp jaw cut against your skin as you melted into him. With his other hand he snaked it up your body, along your neck and into your hair. Twisting it in his grasp. A surprised moan fell from you lips as he nipped your collarbone.

Peering over his shoulder you tried to scope out the street, to see if any passers by had clocked you. The street appeared empty, the off leaf tumbling by the entry way, the sky gradually darkening with every minute.

Giving in slightly you placed your hands on his arms, squeezing them gently. Heavy breaths fell in between the two of you. Nipping at your jaw he finally placed his lips on to yours, going against your better judgement you reciprocated the kiss. Lips dancing in unison as he swiped his tongue against yours. Sighing deeper into the kiss you tangled your fingers in his jet black hair, eliciting a hiss from him.

He placed his hand at the small of your back pulling you further into him. Breaking the kiss he trailed kissed from your lips to your neck again, knowing it was your sensitive spot. Using his free hand he cupped your jaw, dragging his thumb along your lips. You nipped and sucked on it gently, muffling the guttural moans from your chest. Thrusting his knee upwards closer to your cunt it grazed your swollen clit.

You jerked your hips, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure. Feeling you grind against his thigh he cupped your pussy, feeling how wet you were through your lace panties. ‘Always knew I could still make you wet baby, you want me to fill this cunt? Just like I used to? … hmmm?’ You knew this was so wrong, you ended it for a reason, but he always knew how to work your body. How to make you come undone with a mere touch.

‘Yes … fuck, yes’ you muttered.

With that he swept your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into your weeping cunt. Not giving you any time to adjust to his fingers he began pumping them in and out of you. Clenching onto the back of his neck you buried your face into his shoulder, biting at his muscular form. The sound of the wet pussy echoed in the alleyway as you desperately tried to stifle your moans. ‘Such a pretty little cunt. All those pretty sounds just for me. Only me’ his voice was possessive and deep.

You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, he was thick, it honestly surprised you every time. Dropping your hand you began rubbing his cock over his jeans, causing him to buck his hips slightly. With small gentle motions he began to circle your clit, adding to the pressure that was building in your core. He felt you clench against his fingers, ‘give it to me baby, wanna feel you cum … c’mon’ he cooed, his voice soft but demanding.

He kept his rhythm going, his moans melted into your ears as you rubbed his cock. He felt you clench tighter, throwing your head back your jaw fell slack as you started into to pant. Feeling yourself pass through the veil into an ocean of euphoria you clenched your eyes shut. Your hips writhed and jerked on his hand as his fingers remained inside you.

Tugging as his belt he soon got the message, removing his fingers he placed them on his tongue. Eyes rolling back into his head at your taste, a taste he missed to fervently. Yanking down his jeans and boxers his thick cock flung free. Wasting no time he hooked your thigh around his waist and pushed into you. Both gasping at the change in sensation as your walls hugged his cock. The evening air nipping at your exposed cores.

He placed his forehead against yours, biting his lip as he whimpered. Noses bumping together as he thrust into you, making up for lost time. ‘Missed the way you fuck, the way you taste’ he whispered against your lips. A grin broke out across your lips as you whined into him, reigniting a kiss. It was sloppy, messy and driven by his intense possessiveness of you. But fuck did he know how to work you, how to break you.

You muttered a string of nonsensical phrases under your breath as you savoured the feeling of him again. He stretched out your walls as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, his fingertips clenched onto your thigh like a vice. Trying to steady himself but to pull you closer, despite there being no more room. Your arms draped around his neck, nails digging into his flesh as you let the intense pleasure consume you.

Feeling your oncoming orgasm grow deep with you, he gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him. ‘Fuck sweetheart, that’s it, cum on my cock’ he said drawling every last letter, every last syllable. You mouth fell open as heat rose against your skin, dropping a hand to your clit to push you past the edge. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth as you came, stifling your moans, muffling his name. The vibrations of your sounds shattered through him, as he came seconds later. He bit down on his lip, hard. Quietly whimpering as he watched your blown out pupils search his face, for what he wasn’t sure.

He pulled out slowly, but not before pushing his cum back into your cunt. You jolted at the sudden intrusion before smirking to yourself. He kissed you again, but this time it was slower, tender. As he pulled away he ran his thumb across your lips ‘you’ll always be mine.’

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Taglist - @taurus-ted @luminousbeings-crudematter

‘The way you fuck the way you taste’ I didn’t make this up, this is from the song. God bless you Noah Sebastiann

[middlingmay]

Day 26: Give your fanfic writers a boost and share your favourite MOTA AU

Firstly, big mwahs to @avonne-writes @carnevol and @faegoddessog for including me in their lists.

There's no way I can list all the authors I love in this fandom, so I'm going to take a different approach here:

Writer who got me into MOTA fanfic and subsequently ruined my life (affectionately): @avonne-writes. I consumed their HS AU, and Reverie chewed me up and spat me out. Their fics like Aubade are insanely sexy, drive by the characters, and their Kitty!Gale AU is the perfect blend of sweet fluff and comfort. Thanks for showing me down the rabbit hole, dovey.

Writer who's fic I've re-read the most: I've said it before, but I could never get sick of @hogans-heroes The Boy who Lived. It encapsulates the Buckies for me and their relationship with the rest of the 100th in relatively few words. Absolute perfection.

Writer who's fics I've commented on the most: I'm a very late commentor. I usually post comments on fics weeks if not months after reading them, because I need a while to verbalise. But no word of a lie, every time I read or re-read one of @amiserableseriesofevents fics, I now have to check I haven't commented on it before. And sometimes that doesn't stop me. Word-vomiting out the love.

Writer who inspires me the most: This will surprise absolutely no one, but @swifty-fox. Not only did they inspire TODCL, but I am in awe of everything they create. Forget fandom, they are one of my favourite artists and writers. Period.

Authors who are so insanely good, they've made me love fics I wouldn't normally read: I avoided reading @joeyalohadream's Cooler Fic series because I'm shit at reading angst, and I had to read part two first! But once I did I fell in love and it's become a fast favourite. Also massive kudos to @edbloves for making me love a kid fic with the adorable Gracie Egan in the amazing All my Hope Unbroken. And Perpetual Motion (I don't know their tumblr handle) and their amazing CleganMarge fics. I never really read polyamory fics (for purely personal reasons, nothing else), but I decided to give these a shot because I loved how the fandom treated Marge, and holy shit. Was utterly blown away.

This all just scratches the surface of why love the MOTA fandom. It says nothing of the amazing headcanons, artwork, gifsets and edits people create, or the lovely folk who go rabid with you over an idea, or the people who share their ideas on your posts and make it even better.

I came off Tumblr years ago because I hated what fandom made it :) Safe to say I'm having a great time now <3

[serenescribe]

Hey, I'm not sure if this is something that interests you, but I've just been on a mood about how cute Lilia and Silver would be as father and son, if they were suddenly turned into animals. This artwork had everything to do with it, if this helps. https://www.tumblr.com/silversparkz/718359972375838720/once-a-kitten-always-a-kitten?source=share

[link to the art]

this ABSOLUTELY interests me!! tbh i have seen that art before, and it still remains one of my favourite lilia and silver arts. it's just so cute!! lilia dragging along his fully-grown son by the scruff... it encapsulates everything i love about them.

now i'm imagining a hypothetical situation... maybe a joint potions class between the second and third years, and silver and lilia somehow end up turned into cats. and with that comes an intelligence and awareness more akin to that of an animal. i'm just picturing silver sleeping as lilia tries to drag him away out of the potions room :') all while their classmates panic. lilia's gonna scratch anyone who tries separating them. he's a little feral at first because well, they JUST got turned into cats, but i like to think he calms down later on.

the potion will wear off within a day or two, so for now, all they have to do is stay put in one place until they turn back. except... lilia being lilia, he'd want to wander around the school like the mischievous little bastard he is. and silver would follow because, well, father. good luck to sebek and malleus if they have to wrangle them cause next thing you know, they're gone.

it's very cute to imagine them cuddling together though. or grooming each other ;;;; oh my heart :')

(also, cat lilia has a valid reason to finally eat rats and frogs and other creatures now. the double standard...)

[vitospaghetta]

How do you imagine Leon's place to look like and where do you think he lives? Some flat?

Also alaooo what do you think he does in his free time?

You have no idea how much thought I've put into this over the years.

Let me preface this with the fact that I'm specifically talking about original continuity Leon post-RE6 here, where he's a seasoned adult and has been in his career field for a while.

Leon more-than-likely lives in D.C. (he could also live in VA or MD but he strikes me as the kinda guy who would rather eat glass than commute, especially with D.C. traffic being absolute bullshit) in an apartment somewhere in the city.

As a federal agent, he makes a salary, which is something that is determined by things like the amount responsibility you have within the agency, your credentials/experience, your skillset, etc. Given his role and responsibilities within the D.S.O., he's easily a top earner. The top earners within the FBI make $153,000 annually, but it looks like top earners within the CIA can make more — like with all things, every agency is different. The D.S.O. obviously isn't a real agency, but as one that is held above all others (as far as authority within the criminal justice system is concerned), Leon probably receives a pretty cushy salary. Around $200,000 annually, easy. Income tax would fuck him over, but he'd still walk away with a reasonable amount per month to afford a $4,000+ per month apartment or to buy one and pay off a mortgage.

He can easily afford a one or two bedroom apartment in the city is what I'm saying. And I mean a nice apartment. We're talking granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, washer and dryer in-unit, floor-to-ceiling windows, in a modern building in a nice area of the city. An area that consists entirely of nice apartment buildings like the one he lives in. There's actually an area just outside of NYC that reminds me of the kinda area I can see him living in. I was there to take the ferry over into the city for a memorial/organ donation event I was attending last year.

The pics don't exactly encapsulate the full vibe, and these apartments probably go for millions due to the proximity to the city and being right off the Hudson, but it's quiet, safe, and filled with sporty people. Lots of folks walking dogs, jogging after work hours, and a sense of community amongst people that seemingly have their shit together.

He strikes me as the type to have a two bedroom apartment just for an office that he's hardly ever in. He'd want to live in a building that has a gym as an amenity because it's easier than hoofing it to a gym elsewhere, and a garage for him to put his car and the crotch rocket he's currently mourning courtesy of Maria.

As for the apartment's interior, I feel like it would completely lack personality or cluttered charm. There's a level of almost sterility to it, in that it's devoid of knick-knacks, personal photos, and encompasses a strong aesthetic of maturity. Everything in it is nice. There's tasteful artwork on the walls, and it's furnished with well-made and sometimes expensive furniture and appliances, because, as a childless adult, if Leon's going to spend money on only himself, he's going to spend it well. You get what you pay for, after all. There are obviously some traces of Leon's personality strewn about — skin care products in the bathroom, boots and leather jackets by the door, some books, laundry crumpled at the foot of his bed and piled by the washer/dryer, maybe a single sarcastic coffee mug somewhere in the cabinet — but there's no novelty.

Due to his constant bouncing around, he isn't home enough to put too much effort into it, and he hasn't had the luxury of certainty or normalcy in so long that all he wants out of his home is for it to look nice and be a comfortable place to sleep. He appreciates coming home to a place that is his, but it doesn't need to be a display of everything he's ever enjoyed. Even when he is home, he strikes me as the type to start going stir crazy when he sits for too long. The most amount of time he probably ever spent at home was when he was self-isolating and hitting the bottle really hard. There's also the generational element of Gen-X'ers being extremely lowkey about shit.

As far as what Leon does in his free time, I feel like he enjoys doing things that are out of the house due to the aforementioned inability to stay alone with his thoughts for too long. The man is constantly trying to distract himself to place distance between himself and his trauma, so where he might have been able to sit and watch a movie alone before, he struggles to now.

Leon's very extroverted, likable, and adaptable, so he probably enjoys being around other people, even if he's not actively talking to them. Though he appreciates silence as well, when he's kicking things around in his head and is trying to find some semblance of peace and a means to calm the noise. He might get a coffee at a shop right by his apartment where he's a regular and everyone knows him by name, or go for a run, or go shopping. Maybe he tries to make plans with those he cares about to go out for dinner, like he did with Claire in Infinite Darkness. Maybe he tries to catch a good sunset over the Potomac River. He goes to the gym, he rides his motorcycle around the city or takes a scenic route on the outskirts just for the hell of it, he meets up with a fellow agent and they do shots at his favorite bar.

I don't think he has hobbies, as in crafting or gaming or being too involved in any specific interests, but everything he does is fueled by his love of people, his appreciation for what good he has in his life, and his need for escape.

[vholecekart]

Processing some things

Well the election happened, for what it was worth. I’m still processing the full ramifications of what it means for the future. I’m definitely processing it more than probably anyone who voted for it…the consequences of this election are already coming swift…especially to the chucklefucks who clearly did not understand how tariffs work and now its going to cost a lot of them their Christmas bonuses this year (I’m absolutely failing to muster sympathy for them, and audibly cackled to find that #TrumpRuinsChristmas was already a suggested hashtag on facebook.)

In the midst of all the dumbfucks who unwittingly voted against their own interests on multiple fronts because they had tunnel vision and were marks for misdirection, it feels like a very weird time to be making, marketing, and selling artwork.

I’m certainly not disappearing anywhere, unless things get really bad and I end up on some kind of hit list for D-list artists and political dissenters, but it definitely feels like fixing the drapes while the room is on fire.

This is fine.

Except that it isn’t. I’m not going to pretend like we’re not in dangerously uncharted waters right now. It seems like the impossible has become possible, and every safeguard along the way failed.

I’m not going to give anyone the benefit of a full public meltdown, however. I will simply keep making my silly little projects and my silly little posts, regardless of whether anyone buys them or not. Chet Zar has said before that “dark times call for dark art”, and I think in the coming years the cathartic and emotional value of such work will become increasingly necessary. Not just for the artists as a venting mechanism, but also for the viewers who need the emotional resonance of an image that encapsulates what they might be going through at the moment, and will invariably comment “mood” under.

I will keep creating, journaling, taking notes, and moving accordingly. I’ve begun quietly cutting people out of my circles whom I have found to be anathema to things that I value, and as of last night I have completely closed up my presence on Twitter. It was just time.

So I guess where we go from here is to go about life as best we can, resist where we are able, and try to help those close to us navigate these waters as safely as possible. I’m not going to waste time with those whose own stupidity have invited misfortune upon themselves. I’m already something of a misfit in my own family, so there were not many ties to sever there as it was.

For the moment, you can still find me posting on the usual outlets, minus Twitter now (I’ll never call it “X”), and I’ll keep posting my bullshit and publicly making fun of NFT scammers trying to slip into my DMs.

I hope to see all of you on the other side of this shitshow.

Stay safe.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 20/12/2023

11 Minutes of City Pop

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: Neon Lights & Holiday Nights ~ The SiIvaGunner All​-​Star Winter Festival Collection

Directed by Ahmaykmewsik, Millenium Hero For full list of contributors, see YouTube upload

Two days ago, with Ripping Video Game Music​.​.​.​.​.​.​At Night (2020 Edition), and with several rips from Season 4 Episode 2 in general, I've described the Season as one big celebration. The big reason for that is obvious - it was a year of recovery after the SiIva team pulled out absolutely all of the stocks at once for the biggest event in the channel's history with the King for Another Day tournament, and the SiIvaSummer Festival was primarily dedicated to celebrating DJ Professor K's victory in the tournament. Yet, with 32 contestants entering, with no rematch or future events involving them clearly in sight - a lot of the remaining 31 contestants became treasured by the fanbase in general during, and after, the tournament. It meant a lot to people, more than the first tournament in Season 3 could've really prepared the SiIva team for - and one of the most adored contestants was the holder of the silver medal, and star of 11 Minutes of City Pop - Mariya Takeuchi.

In my eyes, a big reason as for why DJ Professor K wound up taking the tournament, was because he was the contestant who best represented huge parts of what SiIvaGunner is - a celebration of pop culture, self-expression, video games and the art of remixing. And in a way, I feel like Mariya Takeuchi was the perfect grand finalist to match him, in encapsulating so much of the other side of SiIvaGunner. To me, she embodies the niche interests, the depths of YouTube scavenging, the art and appreciation of genuinely fantastic music and the emotional ties we can have to the strangest of things. And due to all of that, it was an absolute delight to see her receive a wonderful consolation price later in the Season, in the form of a collaboration so huge I can't bring myself to list all of its contributors here. 11 Minutes of City Pop, despite being a silver-medalist award, does not cut any corners on delivering exactly what's on the tin.

It has everything we've come to expect from these current huge-scale collaborations, with tons of different styles and creators featured, yet it casts a far wider net: it doesn't center on just one single meme song a la Plastic Love, but instead arranges two dozen hits from the City Pop genre into a listen that manages to feel surprisingly cohesive despite its variety. Part of that is of course the excellent VHS-tape visuals attached to the collaboration - aside from the incredibly well done artwork on both Mariya and the environment, the work done by livvy94 to properly record the footage on VHS is remarkable. I recommend going to the SiIvaGunner Wiki to look at the behind-the-scenes images of the process, because it really puts into perspective how much went into a celebration like this - compared to how easy, yet cheap-feeling, it would've been to just use a filter in a video editing program.

Looking back on it all, I absolutely adore SiIvaGunner's 2020, and it was a huge source of happiness and joy during a time when it was hard to stay optimistic. The feeling of joy that all of this celebration contained were infectious beyond belief, and was absolutely a worthy send-off to KFAD in so many ways. To me, projects like the King for Another Day tournament, like the SiIvaSummer Festival, like Halation Celebration and rips like snow halation but it shreds, and indeed projects like 11 Minutes of City Pop, all demonstrate just how much SiIvaGunner matured during Season 4's two-year run.

[desertsfic]

im probably about to get very fucking personal, and you have every right to delete this now, now, now and never think about it or me, ever again, but i needed to get it out of me or i was going to choke on it.

i recently discovered your fanfic Metempsychosis buried in the rubble of some (really good) fucking piece of fanart. it barely had a hundred likes (absolute fucking crime, gorgeous artwork) but it was enough of an anglerfish to draw me in and— I'll be blatantly honest, i have no idea how much about mental illness you have first hand experience with but i'm going to guess youre painfully familiar with it because reading it was like watching someone put the inside of my head on a platter and i finally got to point to things and go "how did you explain that"

the way you formatted the paragraphs was so well done i got beyond excited to read, for what is probably the first and only time in my life, a story that was written the way my train of thought tends to be. the cadence, the way it abruptly shifts but you can still keep track of it but when you start losing track its ok, its ok, its ok, its fine, its whatever, its just a fucking— fuck, and, fuck, and fuck— and then it switches off into the next day, the next hour, yesterday and then its 5pm forever.

you encapsulate the phenomenon of cptsd so starkly its insane, i cannot stress enough how much people rarely depict my own personal experiences with cptsd this accurately. it resonated profoundly . what's genius about the way you set this fic up is that when you meet him, its dirk, yeah, of course, its dirk, and then you get to the chapter where Diedrich meets Dirk in a dream bubble for the very first (coherent) time and you write this young dream bubble Dirk so absolutely in character that youre suddenly flooded with all the memory and weight of what young, canon dirk, is truly like and the abysmal weight (of) realization, that the "dirk" youve been reading the pov from, is so fucking isolated its suffocating.

your use of color is jarring and it fits so well with disrupting the flow of the story just enough that it clicks in the back of your head like shards of glass, but youre so invested in the story its impossible to be truly pulled out of it, because its You, Its always been You— oh god and Jade?

bark bark bark, ok! ! just nail — man you nailed EVERYONE on the head but wrote them jussstttt off enough that it unsettles you but the unsettling sensation is so small compared to everything else you cant even feel it until something happens— Dave

you wrote dave. so well.

dude, im telling you, i finished his first rambly bullshit paragraph you introduced to the fic and i teared up so hard i almost cried . i cannot explain to you how perfectly you have encapsulated his nervous energy, his endearing petulance, the soft murmurs that betray what he's thinking even when he's saying something else. you got his grin to his smile to his smirks down to a T and it makes me so emotional i want to punch a fuckin hole in my wall for being unable to capture it in my art the way you capture it in words. i dont think you truly understand your ability to express Imagery in Words.

I have spent an ungodly amount of time and energy and whatever else bullshit there is to spend on observing and drinking books, arts, media, fanfic, music, theatre, anything, anything, anything at-fucking-all that involves story and prying loose from it ( every god damn thing i have ever touched) Meaning and Emotions and a god damn fucking collection of shambled personalities that mumble out half memorized lines of their source material, god— even people are experiences to me, i meet someone in the street for three seconds, have an interaction and i remember them for decades but ill forget something "important" because ?.?.fuckifiknowwhy anyways, every human person is an experience to me, and that experience, it counts as a story in my eyes, and i need you to know with my heart and soul and every fucking fiber of my *gestures to all of me* shit fuck whatever the fuck is happening right here is so unbelievably god damn fucking impressed with what you have written.

i have read, renowned authors whose stories pale in comparison to the absolute fucking gold you just puked into every crevice of the subtext

i do not know how to bind books, but if i ever get permission from you, i am binding this into a fucking book because it reached inside me and fuckinf grabbed my soul and shook it everywhere and screamed "hey! hey look! they put your experiences into Words and you can Understand them."

so thank you.

thank you for writing this. thank you for sharing this, with the world. thank you for letting it stay. i havent finished it, i just finished reading chapter 10 but it was eating me up inside. my friends express a lot that im a lot more— that i experience emotions on a level most people do not, so id very timidly like to add i do not know how this (me) is going to sound and maybe it sounds crazy but. man.

if none of this makes sense just please, please, if youre going to take anything away from this its that You Have Had An Impact In My Life. you have changed me.

and maybe you delete this, maybe you never see this, maybe this gets lost to time forever and ok, ok ok yeah yeahyeah thats cool, whatever, but.

your story did ultimately reach me in a way that stupid fucking kudos button never could express.

so thank you. and know ill never be able to write enough but that if i could id sculpt everything you put into my head.

Ft: art piece i dont think ill ever finish but that you inspired

Hi there! I've been saving this one because it's so long and so personal I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to post!

But it meant so much to me, and I wanted you to know I saw it and read it (and of course showed my closest friends as well haha hope that's okay).

It is super exciting (and flattering) that you felt like the writing style mirrored your thought process! I think second person is so personal, perhaps only second to first person (any pun not intended), and I like it because in a way it definitely lends itself to a writing style based on the narrator/pov. I don't know how well I explained or even how well I wrote that but! Yeah :) thank you!

But seriously, this ask has been sitting here for me to look at for too long, and I wanted you to know that it is perhaps one of the longest, kindest things anyone has ever said about metempsychosis, and that means so much to me!

I know you've long since posted the finished artwork, but it made me so happy the first time I saw it, practically breathless even! To see a little bit of inspiration for the world I've tried cobbling together through words.

So thank YOU, seriously, for being so willing to be open and raw with me. It has meant a lot during this quiet year, and I hope I'm not too late letting you know all this!

[space-jam-dvds]

so it just occurred to me that i’ve never shown my vinyl collection on here, so..

BOOM!

this was like stupid expensive ;-;

also this doesn’t like encapsulate my whole music taste cuz it takes awhile to get one, and tbh i only get some cuz i really like the album artwork and the album itself is meh. i want a bunch more like maybe sum 41 or get scared, but anyways if some albums look familiar, here’s a full list below :3

Kill em’ All (Metallica), Ride the Lightning (Metallica), Master of Puppets (Metallica), …and Justice for All (Metallica), Metallica (Metallica), 72 Seasons (Metallica), Metallica Demos/No Life Til’ Leather demo tapes (Metallica), Good kid, m.A.A.d city (Kendrick Lamar), Swan Songs (Hollywood Undead (one of my faves :3)), Pornography (The Cure), Ten (Pearl Jam), Dirt (Alice in Chains), Jar of Flies (Alice in Chains), Origins of Symmetry (Muse), Absolution (Muse), Black Holes and Revelations (Muse), Rage Against the Machine (Rage Against the Machine), The Battle of Los Angeles (Rage Against the Machine), Collide with the Sky (Pierce the Veil), Saturday Night Wright (Deftones), Koi no Yokan (Deftones), Toxicity (System of a Down), Hypnotize (System of a Down), Slipknot (Slipknot), All Hope is Gone (Slipknot)

[korchinski-designs]

Hello, Hello. I am new to your wonderful community and to Good Omens in general. I can't believe all the wonderful artwork and fan fiction that comes out here. It's auspiciously and absolutely beautiful!!

As I finally saw the series 3 months ago, I have been clawing at my insides trying to find an outlet for the devastation it brought me. So naturally I made a playlist on Spotify.

This phonic depiction encapsulates all of Season 1, in order from the TV Show. Over 9 hours long!!!

*but do Note: most scenes are clumped together in an audio stream with an instrumental interlude. I also had fun with the song choice, and didn't take it too seriously. But I do-do love music, and I hope you might find some gems you like.

So please get a wiggle on and take a gander. It would mean the world to me.

Cheers! Champagne 🍾🍾🍾🥂🥂🥂

Shannon K.

(artwork by @dana_malish)

[journalsouppe]

My spread of one of my top 3 favorite written works made -- Congruent (and Isometry) by @sincosma! This is the only fanfic I have journaled and wow this fic is truly incredible. It's always amazing finding a piece of fiction that just connects with you completely, and I'm so glad I found it by chance (or was it fate?) from a beautiful piece of artwork by Art Nevoa.

Thank you to sincosma for writing such a beautiful story and it just makes me much more excited to be in the Sheik zine! And spoilers for anyone who hasn't read Congruent!!

Writing typed below! (plus an extra blurb on the review and some other fanart links)

This review is structured more for myself detailing what made me love the fic throughout the story, which is different than a review I'd post on AO3 as this is for me to recall what I was thinking at the time of reading the fic. It was only around this time that I considered posting my spreads online so this was mostly a personal review! If I spent more time on it I would have worded some things differently but alas, it is in permanent ink.

Here's two other pieces of art that I absolutely love here and here (although this one is a spoiler).

By: Sincosma 9.7/10 - Febr. 2023

What a beautiful and devastating story. This fanfic perfectly captured my thoughts and feelings about post canon OOT Link and Sheik. Congruent perfectly depicts both Link and Sheik suffering from PTSD while also trying to understand their feelings for each other. It was definitely odd at first to have Sheik be a separate character from Zelda, but the author handled him with such tender care that I completely understand her disappointment when they were revealed to be the same person. Sheikah lore is expanded on so well and in a way that perfectly fits the OOT depiction of Sheikah. Not to mention keeping and emphasizing Sheik's darker skin tone. I would honestly love to learn more about the Sheikah from the OOT era especially because they are completely different in BOTW. There were also some details (minor) that were different but were only mentioned once and didn't bug me much. For example the small comment about Link being tall, when in fact he is a short king. This fic also stressed me the hell out. The author really put Link and Sheik through it but also perfectly encapsulated the anxiety these events would give them. The Nether added a whole new level of horror I was not expecting. The void walker scenes especially were so bone chilling and anxiety inducing. I would actually be surprised if Link DIDN'T change from his experiences there. After the Nether was the development of a delicious slow burn consisting of Link constantly trying to suppress his very gay thoughts of his best friend. One of my favorite moments is when Link thinks "I don't understand why Sheik wouldn't want to be with Malon." Like huh Link I could ask you the same exact question LMAO. Not to mention the desert scenes where Link and Sheik started opening up to each other more and more omfg. My absolute favorite scenes all happened in the lost Sheikah city. Incredible mental environmental imagery, amazing plot points, and the beginning of congruence and healing. Man I wish we had more about the Sheikah than just Kakariko UGH this fic is so good with Sheikah lore. The revival of Kalyh was perfect not only to add tension to Link's budding feelings, but to also add tension to the plot and rising threat. The threat of Fourskys was really interesting. I like how Termina was always in Link's fate. I also like how Fourskys community is just filled with refugees from Hyrule, it emphasizes how corrupt Hyrule is while also showing even your own community can fall into corruption. Ugh this fic just felt so true to oCarina of Time I really have to tell myself it isn't canon. Even when Link and Sheik got together it was still tragic as they didn't know if they were going to die, or worse, during the fight. I love that the end concluded with Sheik losing his arm and magic as it shows just how cruel fate and prophecies can be, but also his willingness to give up anything just to be with Link. And that leads into Isometry, the perfect bittersweet conclusion. Link and Sheik still struggle with PTSD, but they have each other and were able to leave Hyrule. Nothing is perfect but they get to live humble and secluded lives, married. UGH I could go on forever but this is such an all time favorite piece of writing. I am so happy to have stumbled across it and hopefully I van do more with it in the future.

[nvm-illustration]

🚀🧑‍🎤 🌌 If you told me at 8 years old when drawing the Toy Story VHS cover, that at some point you would have the opportunity work with @pixar on your own Buzz Lightyear poster for the @pixarslightyear movie... I'm not exactly sure what my reaction would have been. My reaction now is one of absolute gratitude to both @scopioimages and specifically @mountdj7 for gifting me the chance to be part of this project. No words can really encapsulate how truly humbled I am to have made this artwork and be a part of it. To all the 8 year olds who will 1000% be drawing Sox for the foreseeable future. Keep drawing, never stop, to infinity and beyond. #lightyear #buzzlightyear #movieposter #toinfinityandbeyond #illustration #graphicdesign #pixar #disney https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce9Rstfj_DQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cdmagic1408]

Onward Fan Art Shout Out - 12

Theme: Lightfoot Just Three (Ian, Barley, and Laurel) 👩‍👦‍👦

And Fan Art Friday returns!

Tonight in honor of my fabulous older sister visiting home for the week and having the whole family together under one roof at my house (if I've seemed inactive in the last few days this is why lol), I thought who better to share this week than the living members of Lightfoot family? ❤️

Watching Onward for the first time and noticing that the upfront family dynamic was a younger sibling, an older sibling, and a strong, independent, hard working mother, I couldn’t help but wonder to myself: “wow, who does this family remind me of???”

…and from there it really wasn’t long before I had a wide-eyed realization… 😲

basically I see my own family a lot in Ian, Barley, and Laurel and watching that (among other things) on screen makes me feel seen! It’s one of the many reasons why I personally find Onward to be such a huge comfort for me. Not everyone in the world has the typical mother father brother sister family, in fact many families, and many families I know irl, come in all shapes and sizes, and it doesn’t have to be huge or perfect to be loving and supportive! ✨

so it really makes me happy to see this kind of representation in the media! I love my mom and sister more than anything and really appreciate having them in my life with me, same as how Ian had come to appreciate his family, and I couldn’t ask for anything or anyone better! 😘

now without further ado, here are some artworks that show off Ian, Barley, and Laurel as a family!

Artists

_lessy___ - the style of this one is so cute!! and I love how it visually shows that Ian and Barley have their mother's back no matter what

shiralinee - I love the warmth of this piece! from the yellow background to the smiles and joy on everyone's faces! plus the blush and shadow detail is amazing!

mayzlovesdisney - awwww! family group hug! those are the absolute best! it means unconditional love all around! and this piece definitely captures that!

nutixa76 - this could genuinely be a Lightfoot family album cover, it's so sweet! also another cool thing about this drawing: it's got what Ian and Barley's names are called in the Polish-language version of the film written here!

artofspiris - ahhhh! the video game style of this drawing is epic! like for real, it looks like Ian, Barley, and Laurel are about to fight off some monsters in a pre-boss battle!

mathp_drawing - this drawing has exciting action film poster written all over it and it's awesome! also Laurel leading the charge with the curse crusher out in front is just badass

van_thuart - this one had me at the chef hats and aprons! the entire picture is just absolutely wholesome! they all look like they're having lots of fun and laughs baking together here!

thwiprose - I really love how this one encapsulates the epilogue of the film (based on Ian and Laurel's attires)! and awww Barley playing with Ian's hair! that fills me up with so much serotonin! they all look so happy! oh and Blazey too! so precious!

[sweepseven]

There are no short, punchy lines to encapsulate Papillion because anything short or punchy is anathema to her. If you have any words for her, they will be long, drawn out, flowery, and dripping with highest praise and admiration, or there will be consequences. Pictured here in her earlier years, she enjoyed a long career as a contortionist, then founder and artistic director of a boutique circus company, and now enjoys a much, much longer career as an immortal monster in perpetual disdain and denial of her nature. She curbs a depthless appetite for human memories through a delicate combination of Monster Eating Disorder and ruining the lives of nearly everyone she knows...for a little while. Unfortunately for her victims, "a little while" usually means "decades," which to her is little more than the blink of a very long-lashed eye.

Papillion has many great loves: the arts, decadence for decadence's sake, networking, and ball gowns for every occasion. Her greatest love of all is her deliberately estranged son. Her second greatest love was a partner named Weston, who died, and whom her third greatest love and teacher callously refused to raise from the dead. She values family and loyalty but has a funny way of showing it. She really likes birds, except owls. No one is more willing to be won over by flattery, and no one will take greater pleasure in razing you to ash if you cross her.

Unyielding, particular, and desperately fun, I adore Papillion with all my heart. I'd hang out with her to bitch about other people in a heartbeat, but she'd make me change my clothes first. Thank you @cyberphuck for these lovely portrayals of her, and for an absolute deluge of artwork for the rp she comes from, which I will also share piecemeal. 💜💜💜

The Lady, the Myth, the Legend, the bratty little sister turned Circus Arts Girlboss turned terrifying dream eating monster, my rp partner's OC Papillion Vars. It's really hard to think of a short, punchy line that encapsulates her character, so I'm hoping @sweepseven will find some time on her birthday to gush about her so I don't have to <3

[g4rous]

Kakyoin x Artist! Reader (headcanons)

I made this for Garou so ofc I have to make one for Kakyoin those two have my heart sjsjsjsvjs I had this idea for a while but I finally managed to spend some time to write it lol

Note: of course the term ‘artist’ encapsulates many areas, but here I wrote headcanons for a reader that does mostly visual arts!

-Times where your eyes bore witness to his stunning paintings were countless

-Ever since the very beginning, when you two had just started becoming close you knew of his talent for the visual arts

-The way you cutely and curiously stared at the way every single brush stroke of his worked its way on the canvas put a light shade of pink and smile on his face

-It’s not uncommon for others to admire his works (and of course he feels proud of them too), but your comments and sweet words were far too endearing

-Now, when he found out you too had a love for art after showing some of your own works?

-Mesmerized is an understatement

-He may not be jumping around the room with excitement (like a certain lovable Frenchman would), but he was absolutely (and visibly) enthralled

-After struggling to take his gaze off your beautiful painting, he turned to you with a cheerful glint in his eyes

-Looked like a kid who just got a surprise present

-Though, speaking truthfully- finding out about your artist side was really like a gift delivered to him

-Expect a lot of praise (even if you happen to dislike that artwork he’s bombarding you with compliments whether you like it or not)

-And the best part is… They’re all 100 percent honest

-That’s the way he is, an honest man like him would call something ugly by its rightful name without hesitation, and when it comes to your artwork there’s absolutely no ugliness in sight

-And it’s not just “wow this looks awesome!”, but rather each sentence has carefully picked words, each reflecting on what he noticed and admires about the art piece

-Says it so charmingly and delightfully you feel your face becoming red

-Now that he knows about all this it’s like a whole new array of possibilities opened before you

-Painting dates!

-Yes, why would you go out for movies when you can stay in and paint together? (both is cool ofc)

-Imagine; you two listening to your favorite songs (maybe even singing included if you went along with it first) while sunshine peaks through the window onto your canvas

-Or just having relaxing convos and painting on a rainy day, occasionally pausing to hear the sound of the raindrops falling

-In general he’s the type to like peaceful dates, just enjoying each other’s presence. And the silence is never awkward, trust me

-Also you two share paint and brushes regularly

-He probably has the most handy and high quality ones too, so don’t hesitate to ask because he’ll be more than happy to give you some

-Though, he would playfully tease you and call you silly names if you often forgot about your own painting kits bc he just has to