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[honkytonk-hangman]

When Jake Met Polly

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake likes to flirt with his Air Traffic Controller or Jake Seresin has never seen When Harry Met Sally.

Warnings: Not much, fluff, flirting and refs to sex.

Note: This is just a short little idea i've had for agesss... reader has a 'name' but it's just her callsign, Polly, as in, short for Polaris. Ty to @hangmanssunnies i wuv u <3

“Hangman to Tower, I am coming in hot.”

You roll your eyes at the all too familiar voice that crackles through your radio, a smile pulling at your lips as you adjust your microphone and briefly throw a glance over your shoulder, just to make sure your commanding officer wasn’t lingering.

“Tower to Hangman. We are appalled at the gross lack of radio etiquette on display,” you respond. Barely a few seconds pass before you receive a reply.

“Come on, Polly, we've been working together for over a year now, what’s a little informality between colleagues?” Hangman says, and despite his jet only being a blip on your horizon still, you know he’s grinning.

“A commercial airline, Lieutenant.” You deadpan, your own smile growing as his laughter comes down the line. “You are cleared for landing, proceed to runway B,” you continue, not wanting him to have to ask again seeing as his approach was cutting it close already.

“Polly, have I ever told you that you’re my favourite Controller?” He asks as you watch him enter the pattern, and click your pen.

“Only every day we work together, Lieutenant.” There’s a beat of quiet as he expertly manoeuvres his jet toward the correct runway.

“And how sexy your voice is?” He goes on, sounding vaguely distracted.

“Once again, Lieutenant, this is not a commercial airline.” You respond, twirling your hair around your finger at his compliment anyway.

He doesn’t reply, and a shock of horror flickers through you as you watch the jet touch down once, something happening with his landing gear that makes the jet shudder, then seem to bounce momentarily before it drops back onto the tarmac and skids to a stop.

“Hangman, do you require the emergency crew?!” You ask quickly, eyes scanning the aircraft as it powers down fully. You wait tensely as the canopy pops up, and a broad figure jumps out, scrambling down the ladder, and once on the ground, he bends low to get a look at the problem.

“No, Polly, thank you. Seems the landing gear malfunctioned, must’ve been in a position to sustain damage once I landed…” his voice trails off, and you watch him straighten, and greet the ground crew who’d raced over to help.

“Glad you’re safe, Lieutenant. Tower out.” You say as he begins discussing with the crew, but briefly turns up toward the tower and raises a hand.

You let out a sigh of relief and settle back in your seat.

–

Around lunch time you make your way down to the tarmac. Hangman’s jet had been cleared off some time ago, and by now you know reports would have been filed, including your own, and his aircraft will have been taken in for inspection and repairs. You’re milling around the ‘crash’ site, inspecting the scrape marks left behind when you hear footsteps from behind approaching you.

“Can I help you ma’am?”

You know his voice immediately, but you know his face too, and when you at last turn back to him you’re graced by the sight of it, bright and unworried, despite the accident he’d had earlier.

“Oh, don’t mind me! I just watched someone bounce their jet off my tarmac earlier, just checking for potholes,” you tell him wrly. It takes a moment, but his face flashes with recognition and soon he’s taking a step towards you.

“Polly?!” Hangman asks, sounding surprised. You hum in response, then round on him.

“Where is it that you found your qualifications, Liuetenant? We should probably return them,” you tease him. Hangman only takes up a stance and stretches his arms out, his flight suit stretching desperately around his biceps as he does.

“Oh, Polly, if I’d known that was all it took to get you down here, I’d have started chipping bits off months ago,” he flirts shamelessly. You smile at him but don’t speak and after a moment, he drops his arms again, crossing them over his chest instead and blinking at you curiously. “What?” he asks.

Your smile grows, and you shake your head at him.

“Your terrible lines work better when I can see you, that's all,” you inform him, making him uncross his arms and laugh.

“I would say that’s generally the case, even if a guy ain’t me,” he replies coolly. You only shake your head again, and look back out at the expanse of tarmac ahead of you.

“Thanks to you getting your pilots lisence off the back of a cereal box, we’ve ruined our Sleepless in Seattle thing,” you say with a forlorn sigh.

When you look back at Hangman he’s frowning at you in confusion.

“Our what?” he asks. You roll your eyes and turn to face him fully at last, waving your hand as you speak.

“You know, our Sleepless in Seattle thing. We talk all this time, but never meet, and if we cross paths, we don’t realise it? It’s ruined now,” you accuse him lightly. Hangman hums, and seems to think for a moment.

“I get to be Meg Ryan in this situation, right?” he says, making you chortle.

“Well you’d have to be. No way I’d leave 90s Bill Pullman!”

“Well, what if we’re not Sleepless in Seattle? What if we’re more… When Harry Met Sally?” he suggests. You squint at him.

“Have you seen that film? I’m not sure that’s the implication you want to go for…” you ask him, making him falter for a moment.

“That’s the one with the emails right?” he responds unsurely. You laugh again, and shake your head.

“No, that’s You’ve Got Mail.”

“What the hell did I just suggest, then?” 

You stare at him for a moment, and can’t stop yourself from grinning up at him.

“More or less not speaking for like ten years, but on the rare occasion we do meet up, we argue,” you tell him, watching him frown even deeper, and shake his own head this time.

“That would be kinda hard, considering you’re the voice in my head,” he says.

“Oh, so we’re doing Her now!”

Hangman fixes you with a deadpan expression and a slightly smirk.

“I don’t even want to know.”

You laugh at him, and begin walking, unsurprised when he immediately joins you, falling into step at your side. “So,” he begins again after a moment, peering down at you. “Despite playing hacky sack on your tarmac, you still gonna let me take you out?”

You falter briefly, but keep walking, this time glancing up at him.

“I didn’t think you were being serious all those times you asked me out,” you don’t bother hiding your surprise. Hangman looks back at you, squinting, and cocks his head.

“At this point I think you’ve shot me down more than Dagger combined, why would I not be serious?” he asks you, sounding oddly serious. You chuckle.

“Right, so, say if, I don’t know, Rooster got a few more hits on you, you wouldn’t leave me hangin’ would you?” you know you’ll say yes, but you can’t help but tease him a little longer.

Hangman raises an eyebrow at you and grins wide and beautiful.

“You? Never,” he says. “Mostly because I’m legally obligated to respond when you speak to me.”

You lift your own eyebrow and fix him with a wry smile.

“I like that in a man.”

Hangman laughs.

–

“I mean it, your voice is sexy,” Jake tells you once he’s sat back down from replacing your drinks. You can’t help but chortle and stir your cocktail with the straw.

“Really? Me telling you to line up and wait in the pattern gets you going?” you ask. Jake grins, but nods very seriously as he takes a short sip of his beer.

“Absolutely. I also like when you tell me about the weather and conditions, and direct me to land.”

Leaning forward with your elbows on the table between you, you put your chin in your hands.

“I liek when you flirt with me,” you begin, waiting for him to smirk at you before continuing on. “And you don’t realise my boss is in the room, so I just have to respond ‘roger’ and ‘acknowledged’ whenever you say something stupid,” you finish. Jake rolls his eyes and leans forward to meet you.

“To be fair, I’d probably be saying something stupid anyway,” he tells you.

You have to let out a laugh at that and finally lean back again.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me, are you ever gonna tell us all how to ‘bury a fossil’? You know, those things that you famously dig up and do not bury?” you tease, earning another eyeroll. Jake shrugs and copies your movements.

“I foretold Mav’s career comeback, didn’t I?”

You laugh again, but this time, get a good look at him sitting casually across from you, out of uniform and seemingly more relaxed than you’ve ever seen, or heard.

“I like your voice too,” you tell him at last, smiling a little at how he seems to preen at your praise. “Your accent is more pronounced face-to-face though, and you don’t sound like you’re performing all the time.”

Jake takes a sip of his beer and shrugs again.

“Can’t be Hangman all the time,” he says. You make a face.

“I like Hangman. He entertains me at work… but I think I like the guy who hasn’t seen When Harry Met Sally, and has a Fisher-Price pilot's lisence even more.”

Jake laughs and nods at you.

“Splash one,” he says before he leans in to you again. “Toddler’s generally have pretty good taste, in my opinion, they’re all about shapes and colours and boobs… can’t fault ‘em!”

You have to laugh and concede that at least, the two of you clinking drinks before you continue to flirt and chat for the rest of the evening.

When Jake drops you back at yours, you invite him inside, under the guise of lending him your DVD copy of When Harry Met Sally, but when he simply lingers in your living room, you start to consider other tactics.

“Jake?” you say, standing up from ‘searching’ your stack of DVD’s and facing him. “This is the part where you save me from admitting I don’t really own a physical copy of the film by having sex with me,” you inform him dutifully, watching as he straightens up and blinks at you. Then, he’s shaking his head, smiling, and taking a step closer toward you.

“I guess every good rom-com does have an earth shattering lie at its core, doesn’t it?” he steps closer, and this time, anchors his hands at your waist, tugging you into him a little more.

“Let's skip the conflict part and go straight to the happy ending, shall we?”

[canadianno]

TCOLC AU Bishop refs!

They're done holy FUCK. The art here is kind of old, so some of the proportions are a little wrong, but I don't really mind all that much. 15 hours and 89 layers later, all 5 bishops are done. On one canvas because... I didn't wanna make new ones I'm ngl.

Each bishop has an everyday outfit and a crusade outfit! If you're drawing them at any point (now or in the future) and you have questions about the designs, don't be scared to send an ask my way, I'm always happy to clarify stuff.

(Note: I would greatly appreciate it if people didn't make suggestive jokes surrounding any of the designs, I'm not comfortable with them! Love yall <3)

Ramblings below! Edited note: tumblr likes to completely break my posts when I add a cut sometimes, which happened here, so I'm not gonna put one in hopes that it doesn't kill my formatting again. Hopefully it automatically "read more"s this post. If it doesn't I'm very sorry 🙏

🌿 Leshy: It's to be noted that my Leshy is transmasc, literally just because I think he deserves it, it's cool as fuck. I really wanted to give him the classic top-surgery scars because, I'll be honest, they're fun to draw, but I had to find a reasonable explanation for it because he's not a mammal. Anyway that's how I ended up with an entire evolutionary explanation for why he would have those. I will never be given the chance to explain it in the fic ever, so it shall just be random information I have forever. I love him he's silly.

🍄 Heket: While I am a big supporter of tomboy Heket, I also think she deserves to be cool and wear pretty frills whenever the fuck she wants. She's awesome and her shirt is supposed to look like a mushroom. It's also worth noting that the crosses on the bishops heads are specific, with Heket having two crosses with double prongs. She has them like this in-game and there's probably a cooler explanation for it but. I have my own silly headcanons bc I do what I want! Also, since I can't decide for the fucking life of me if she's a toad or a frog, I've decided she's just. Both. Both of them. Her mom was a frog her dad was a toad. Is this possible irl? No but COTL is a fantasy world I do whatever the fuck I want.

🌑 Narinder: Main thing I note for Narinder is that he has distinct facial markings, you just have to look closely. Another note is that his clothes have a repeating cloud motif because of the fog in the gateway- which, trust, it was his own idea. Lamb doesn't know why he chose it but they're not gonna argue. Narinders' main robes are made of wool, but his crusade outfit is made of cotton so it's easier to repair if damaged. His crusade outfit has the Big Pants because he's mostly gotta fight with his feet now, since most of the time his hands don't function reliably enough to hold a weapon.

🪸 Kallamar: Kallamar is funny to me because he's the only one here who's plantigrade, meaning he's got human-esque legs. Another notable design aspect is that he has a tail, when squids do Not Normally Have Those. That's because my Kallamar isn't fully a squid, and you can kinda sorta blame my mutual for that. Not really it's me who gave him the tail. Anyway, no matter how you draw him or what outfit he's in those 3 dark red jewels on the golden chain thing gotta be on him somewhere- they're sentimental to him. He usually wears them as a crown, but in the crusade outfit they're around his neck to be safer. Also, on the crusade outfit, he has stolen a set of Shamuras gloves. Brat little brother <3

🔮 Shamura: Their main outfit really closely resembles their bishop robes and that is intentional! They made the robes themselves, and it would've been close to an exact match had the Lamb banned them from using golden colored cloth. This is only partially because Lamb doesn't like them, but also because they don't want the bishops trying to start a mutiny, and walking around in bishop robes is a pretty easy way to collect weaker followers like flies. Shamuras' crusade outfit is also pretty unique compared to the others, and one of two reasons is that it's meant to resemble their old crusade outfits when they were younger. The second reason is that they look really cool. The outfit is designed for mobility, mostly, and before you say anything, the hip windows are because Shamura usually holds close range weaponry in the second set of arms and hates the way they snag on fabric when its there.

[fitzs-space]

I absolutely love ur mer designs for Etho, Grian and our lovely sea monster ofc lol. Do you have any more in depth refs for their designs, id love to see more of how they look if possible! /nf ofc

only really had the couple rough sketches for their designs unfortunately! given its how I work with most of my stuff with just quick sketches like this. But I'll give the couple details I remember adding into their designs! Main notes will be I spent more time on Etho because I knew they'd be seen the most,, also that this this Is a default of how I've always drawn mermaids, with the whole dark eyes and covered in scales and fins, more siren esk in a sense.

with Etho the main things I remember adding is chancing the headband and gloves to be more like kelp being wrapped around/ braided, because In general I like drawing mermaid outfits with a more found object type vibe to them. the other main thing was intentionally giving them 9 fins in their design, 6 on the tail, 2 on their fourarms, and the one on the back. Cause I enjoy drawing Etho with the kitsune vibe. even though I;ve only ever drawn them with the full ears n tail like,, once or twice? who knows.

Also! points points, finally had an excuse to draw their tattoos!

only notes I really had for Grian was wanting him to have the rounded Fins cause feather vibes. and I never really looked up actual fish or animals when I draw quick designs, so I go off pure vibes and vague memory of what I think the animal looks like,,, and we end up with stuff like this.

and drew them with the void damage again! thought it would look pretty to have a tail and scales that looked like a void/spacelike. and It wouldn't have been a good colour pallet to have him in just pure red with the poncho and tail bein the same colour. I did also try the white hair too, even just being streaks like my s5 Ex design, but It wasn't really working out.

I looked at my old design of Xb and went, "what can I do to make this being even prettier." and here we are /hj the full sea monster style Is something only like five of the hermits would have seen, so its not a common thing. I'd like to think Xb also like triples in size when like this, but its hart to show that when its just a single character shot like this. the default Xb design I will use is the "just some guy" kinda thing with only a couple fishy details if you look close enough. the whole a couple scales around the eyes like freckles and a vague impression of gills that are mostly covered up buy the hoodie anyways. the third eye is something Xb always keeps closed, and is normally hidden behind bangs

yada yada, I draw my Xb design as a character who just does everything to act as "Just some guy" and not as a full on monster of the deep sea kind thing only other design notes would be me adding the runes into Xb's horns, cause I've got some random magics lore Ideas, and I've been meaning to also add some to Tango's design as well and I originally had drawn Xb's earrings as a way to match with Hypnos, forgot that I drew this one with just a teardrop,, but I know my Hypno design does have both a eye and a bell on his earrings. Silly reference to a cool fic that was a good chunk of inspiration to how I characterize my Xb

Idk, not as many thoughts behind these designs as I had in the ties comic, but still a couple none the less!

[rockerscentral]

ROCKERSCENTRAL MASTERPOST🎸

(A rockers-related Rhythm Heaven ask blog!)

Info can be found under the line break.

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The Basics: (or the General Info)

This blog serves to be a more creative way for me to share all of the ideas that I had planned out for the Rockers, along with some other guys, mainly following a story-esque format that follows their "backstory" and how they had originally met up to become the well known rock duo they are now!

Following up on the text above, just to clarify and put it straight, the blog will not start out with the both of them right away, and will likely follow the perspective of one or the other.

While there will be art for a bunch of the asks, especially for standard posts that are needed to progress the story, I cannot guarantee that there will be something drawn for each ask, though I do wish to try and do so. That applies to whether it's a colored sketch, actual drawing, a simple doodle, etc.

Some characters may have different names than some that may be commonly used as a fan-name from the fandom, the main case of this going to Student (name being Jamie.)

This whole blog's going to be a headcanon fest, considering how a majority of this is me making shit up for the most part, so please keep that in mind if you see different portrayals for one thing or another.

Additional Notes:

If you are running another character-based blog, it is completely alright to interact with this account! Just keep in mind that this is technically taking place in the past, which means that any asks that are sent that mention anything that could be in regards to any present matters /foreshadows anything about the Rockers will likely be ignored.

While it may not be prevalent for the long run start of this blog, I do ship the Rockers together, and would probably come up at some point very later on when the time comes, so be weary of that if you don't like the ship and such.

This blog is only being run by me, myself and I ( @submaskudari ), so things might be a bit slow depending on the situation.

I will also answer asks that are out of character for those who wish to know anything from me specifically ^_^

Unless there is only one character that's available for asks, please specify who you are sending an ask towards, otherwise it may be pushed back out of confusion.

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Blog Rules:

Don't be a weirdo in the asks LOL

NO METAGAMING.. I have no idea how that'd play out anyways, but this still applies :sob:

Try not to spam the ask box, or be repetitive with asks.. I'm just one guy, and sometimes it might take a moment to spot it.

Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Proship, and all of the other bad shit is not welcome here, so please see yourself out if you fall under said criteria.

Please be kind!! I am just a little guy, again.

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# (insert character name) + ask: Asks that are directed to said character #main art reblog: main blog posts that either feature Rockers/ Blog-related content. #refs: Simply the refs I work off of for the characters I draw here. # (insert tumblr user here): Asks sent by said user/blog. #asks: Ask posts in general. #ooc ask: Asks that are related to the blog, but are directed to the blog owner (me) rather than an ic ask for the characters. #masterpost: what do you think LOL #sillyart: probably gonna be labled under shitposts or verrry bad doodles, just goofing around! #rockerscentral: tag for chrono-order posts, asks or non asks

#djschoolcentral: april fools posts (chrono order, too)

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This will be updated time from time as the blog progresses, rather it'd be for rule additions or something else. If anything, I'm probably going to add a blog Q&A for any additional questions that anyone may have, so feel free to ask!

[bloody-sickness]

Happy Birthday!

     It’s been a…. a few interesting months dating Wilbur to say the least. 

     First and foremost, he was most definitely an incel. He kept talking about how he was “so lucky to be dating such a pretty girl!” and that he finally got his good karma. You, of course, still loved him but really? 

     But anyways, today was a pretty special day! Why? Because, it’s your birthday! You know, that special day where you suddenly get aware of you slowly approaching death. Sorry, sorry for the negativity! I’m a bored ass narrator, what do ya expect? Shouldn’t be much, ahah..

     Off topic again, apologies!

     You were laying in bed, shifting in your ‘sleep’. Well, you were pretending to be asleep because you were definitely not a morning person. Between the comfort of your bed and the warmth compared to entering the cold unknown day was an easy choice. 

     You turned over to cuddle up to your boyfriend only to feel… nothing..?

     That made you quickly sit up, looking deliriously for Wilbur. He was, oddly, no where to be found! That made you a bit upset. It was your birthday! You should be spoiled in cuddles right now! How rude of him.. >=(!!

     You slowly get out of bed and start to leave your shared room. Perks of living in a small, shitty apartment? There’s not a lot of places a six feet six inches tall man could hide. Cons? It’s shitty. 

     You walk over a bit of trash, making a mental note to make Wilbur clean that up ‘cause you are NOT about to work on your birthday! Perks of having a simp boyfriend to do everything!

     Yet, he wasn’t in the living room nor the kitchen connected to it. 

     You frowned. 

      “What the….” You murmured as you pulled out your phone. You went to Wilbur’s contact and tried to call him. 

     Keyword; tried. 

     He wouldn’t pick up at all! What the hell was wrong with him? It was your birthday for goodness sake! Maybe you should get a new one- SORRY! Sorry! Just a suggestion! Geez…. maybe your new boyfriend would be an arsehole or something, I don’t know!(/ref)

      Anyhow, now you were bored in your apartment, scrolling through your phone mindlessly. So much for the fun birthday idea you had in mind (totally not getting railed senseless by Wilbur. Nuh uh. Who even suggested that????)

     A few hours later and he’s still not home. What the actual fuck! You were sooo gunna give him a long talk about how he should at least tell you when he’ll be gone. He’s been gone so long! On your birthday! Wow. Like I said.. nevermind, you won’t listen anyways (smh).

      When it finally hit six in the afternoon and you had eaten most of the snacks in the pantry , the apartment door swung open in a dramatic manner, Wilbur looking tired as hell as he huffed into it. “Hello, love. Look, I’m--”

     “You’re what, William Patrick Gold? Huh? You’ve kept me waiting all day and all you think you can just waltz on into here with your sweet talk and excuses?” You snapped as you stood up from the couch to face him. 

     What you didn’t expect to see was a white box in one hand and the most okay red roses you’ve ever seen! Your angry expression lessened a bit. 

     “I’m sorry. I-I know it’s going to sound stupid, but hear me out, alright?” He asked as he walked over and placed the cake on the countertop. You can see the way he’s trying to be so careful as to not drop it. 

     God damnit, you really can’t stay mad at this idiot for long, can you?

      “Well?” You questioned with a bit of sass in your voice, walking over to him. 

      “Well, uh, I’m going to be honest; I forgot it was your birthday. So, sorry. I panicked a lot and forgot what you liked so I spent a lot of time trying to pick out a flower, only for when I remembered the place I was at didn’t have them! I went to multiple flower shops but apparently the universe hates me so I just got roses. Then I had to get cake, and that took a while. I just got a plain white cake then went to Walmart. I brought some icing and iced the cake myself, it looks like shit though..” He rambled quickly, taking a seat and frowning. 

      Oh. 

      Oh wow. 

      He did all that..

      Just for you. 

       “Oh.” You vocalized. “That’s… sweet. Sorry for snapping at you as soon as you stepped into the house. Uh, thank you! I appreciate that you went through all the trouble just for me!” You smiled as you walked up to give him a hug. 

       A nice, long hug too. 

       “Of course. Of course.” He mumbled into the crook of your neck. You then felt him smirk. “Do I get a reward for all that, darling?”

       You smiled. 

       “Of course.”

[Eh, this could have been better. I’m probably gunna write smut tmr, too tired to rn tbh. Sorry!! But yea, happy birthday to you @imahugenerdlol!!! Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I tried ;-; I also suck at writing in first person *cry*.]

[polarized-here]

POLAR I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR OCS AND SEE THEIR CONCEPT ART‼️ please I need food, I need to eat your art sjdhhsjdhsj /lh

GRAHH FINE SINCE YOU ASKED… my lore. Sorry this is so late gngahgahshsjsh… you literally caught me as dinner came home. Like. Oops… crazy… right after I knocked out shekhrkdbddmbd anyway! :)

Under the cut because it may or may not be a long thing, with most plot points just being little ideas—no fully fleshed story, just, erm. Ideas I like.

Update. It’s long. Also tumblr is so glitchy rn it kept making this saved post disappear and then reappear in my asks after I exited the app and opened it again what the fuck 😭😭

So, in this world, a majority of the population do. Not. Have powers, having them is seen as a blessing, But… It's a dystopian themed world—where these powers are incredibly monitored and regulated by the government—with some being minor, and some being full on changes to the physical body and how they manifest. (ie. My excuse for drawing anthros… or kemonomimi… shushhhh/also allows me to just dump all of my ocs which you may have seen before, in one little world and play with them like they’re my puppets :( I love them sm!! One of them sora is from DND they hold a special place in my heart...)

But again, having these powers is seen as a blessing from a God of some sort—and a curse, as while they’re regulated by the national government heavily, some individuals still manage to slip by, or cause harm to the general public, so from this, they (the gov) took advantage of this to instill a system of ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ there’s a few ‘vigilantes’ but most either become heroes (through turning themselves in and doing plenty of community service work, and discussing a contract with some government representatives—most who become heroes are never the same. They always have a look in their eyes, as if valor to help their nation has blinded them), but some may become villains.

Heroes are those who just have a license and have signed a contract with the government—most get these contracts renewed or take a small few month break in between contract renewals. They’re unable to use their powers in these circumstances, unless it’s out of self defense. Civilians can too (those not heroes, are regulated by the government heavily, and choose not to pursue it. But it’s like US NAVAL contracts too. you can join programs in the gov that give you supplemental access and benefits to college/pay it off, etc etc etc. like the national guard but more celebritized), but they (civilians) need to find a GOOD lawyer. There’s so many laws that heroes are naturally given a smalllllll pass over, that it’s just best to run away, or be a hero in that small instance.

(This has sm mha influence. As sad as it is, that show influenced me sm. Got me into trying art. Fr fr/on digital. PLA is just where it improved a weeee bit).

OKAYYY ENOUGH AGOUT THE SET UP!! THE CHARACTERS… I’m so sorry idk why I’m rambling this much, I’m not even hyperfixated on my own OCs. Like what the fuck.

Anyways! A key note is that having bright colored hair is a key identification that you probably have powers that haven’t manifested yet, and the hair is always a bright color, unless, you’re Astor!

He’s got so much trauma *slaps roof of car.* You can fit so much trauma in this one bad boy. And despite it all he remains a good person. Dawg. You have more strength then I’d ever have. But igggg the want and need to help people because you were hurt and want to make a change does seem motivation enough… anyways. They’re so marysue coreee

The main character & a small-time vigilante going to the new school that’s just been set up. His hair only really turns those bright colors when she’s using their powers—but in the ref it’s just for convenience sake. She has so many skeletons in her closet, that they can’t risk being caught. But they love helping people too much. They’re a bit altruistic.

Here’s their vigilante suit ref :)

For ease of mind, they always have a small bit of static on their hands—both to stun new people meeting them. To make the air feel charged with thunder and electricity—a warning to her presence, and because it means their hair stays that color. No matter the charge. His eyes stay the same color though. Again. These are some old doodles from last year of some characters. Notably, that I also revamped. Heroes, villains, and vigilantes stories always hold a special place in my heart,,,

Next up is Anzu! Silly goober!!! Please give him head pats!!!! He loves it!!! This is Astor’s only… real friend. Since Astor likes his solitude. But tolerates Anzu’s silly behavior. Utter dichotomy between them!!! <333 I haven’t decided if they’d get together or nah, but! <3333

Yeah, this guy (and Astor) both have autism (I didn’t even realize that him liking trains was an autistic stereotype… oops. Mb gang. But like. Seriously. Ywah didn’t mean anything by it. I’m autistic myself and I’m possibly pursuing physics or engineering 💪💪 I think it’s alr if I project onto a character I made 🔥🔥🙏)

Yes, he’s based on the irl dinosaur. Yes, he’s autistic, hear me out. I just put lots of things together. And he just ended up with major tism 🔥🙏

And finally, a hero I designed :) I changed her a weeee bit. But she’s mostly the same sand manipulation :) villains dislike her since she puts sand in their shoes. Her big container is full of sand and stuff. She doesn’t have a weakness other then she needs to be a bit concentrated on making her sand creations—but they’re like second nature to her because of how long she’s been a hero. She’s an antagonist only because she’s trying to take Nexus in. She sees how sweet she can be to the native cats (from a distance. Never touching them, and she never knows why, they look at the native cats, longing to pet them but always stops) so she wants to take him in and make a case for him to join the government’s hero program.

Arizona! But her hero name is Sahara yk… Yeagh…. Anyways :) I love her lots. She does mean well. But she’s also blindly faithful in the government, or will see its problems and will deflect or try to be better to make things right. But she always holds rules above anything else. Even if she cares about someone who’s breaking them, a lot, so yeah… totally not talking about the mentor and mentee relationship between her and Nexus… where she pushes her morals aside just to listen to him seldom talk about his intrepid interests.

If Nexus didn’t have those powers—in her opinion—she would’ve made an excellent leader in whatever field he’d want to pursue. And she knows he’s got something up with them—some history. And that breaks her heart a little seeing how much pure joy Nexus gets at being able to try new things, like new foods, or try out purely common things that should be normal to a kid like herself.

Very much love found families and going to the extreme for them :33

ANYWAYS!!! Those are the main 3. I have some others I’ll show. But yk. They look a wee bit different + have names labeling them and the key parts of them. I don’t think tumblr would like me dropping all their refs :,)

Actually :O hold on, their refs are here. Trust

I’m so smart for pasting them all here. Trust anyways. Those are my pookies, so sorry this took so long.. erm I like them a lot. Oh yeah, I made a comic with them for art class. Yeagh. They were mostly changed for ease of drawing but yeah. I did not want to do it but I had not wanted to do this 🚬🚬

But yeah, pookies…. Sorry you probably didn’t want this comprehensive lore about them grrr

[deathzgf]

( almost ) ALL MY AMREV + FREV WIPS ( 12 october - 5 november 2023 ) ! ! ! ! !

WARNING : long ass post jFDSFLKJSLF ( will all be under the cut )

NOTE : not everything is here ! a lot of my amrev + frev drawings are doodles ive done in class ( which i cant find ) + i Do Not Like a lot of them + Tumblr only allows so many images T___T

ah yes . . . the doodle that started it all . . . my good omens sona in the french revolution ! except i had no idea what i was doing at ALL and had no historical context ! which i now do have and it makes me ENRAGED for how good omens handled that era . . . why are they in the bastille in 1793 . . . ANYWAYS ! YEAH !

aaand because of that doodle , i researched frev fashion ! and guess what ! that robespierre fashion video came up ! wooo robespierre ! and then this was the first fucking thing i drew of him i cant . I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK HE MISSED SO BAD + HOW THE BULLET WOULD LOOK

BECAUSE after that i drew this ! pookie ! ! !

first saint just drawing . i was listening to angel with a shotgun on loop . . . and i thought . . . angel with a guillotine . . . get it cuz hes . hes angel of the terror . and . and . a

i dont have any explanation for this

i hate this . but first robespierre AND saint just drawing wahoo

first frev oc except the hair on that one drawing is red because i went back and changed it cuz i made their name Jules Le Roux and . You know . Red hair . yeah

jules and calixte ! ! ! calixte is @toastytrusty ' s oc and my sweet sweet little baby i love them dearly

. . . saint just doodle i forgor to come back to

JULES AND CALIXTE LORE

miku binder robespierre

saint just painting robespierres nails because :3

WE INTO THE AMREV NOW WOOO . anyways me when ive married and icarus and hes flown too close to the sun lol ( his wings are meant to be burning letters btw . yeah )

jules , calixte , and leonard interaction ! ! ! ! !

which didnt go well

this turned out gayer than intended i genuinely dont know what happened here

i wanted to continue this so bad but i fucking forgot about it but Uhhh uhhhhh uhhh

you know those vamp ! robespierre and vamp hunter ! saint just aus ? yeah

PLEASE STOP SAYING IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK IVE NEVER DRAWN A VIOLIN BEFORE PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE . anyways he playsss theee violinnn he tucks it right underr hisss chinnnnn

winning the idgaf war . unbothered . living his best life

theres a storytime for this drawing but ill save that for later . john adams ( 2008 ) scene redraw but instead of jefferson grabbing adams elbow its his waist except it looks awful and i need to redo it soo baddd

vamp ! robespierre and saint just ( ? ? ? i guess vamp hunter ! saint just cuz thats usually what goes with vamp ! robespierre but idk man ) . they were meant to be on like some moonlit picnic or some shit but then class ended and i forgor about this

donald trump , alexander hamilton , and thomas jefferson . need i say more ?

the ORIGINAL toxic doomed yaoi ( hamburr )

burr . boobies :3

that one scene from saint just et la forces des choses BUT AGAIN this turned out gayer than intended . why do they keep doing this

hey girl i think theres something wrong with your leg

semi modern band ! gay trio . . . thing . . . ? girl idk . but i gave up

making jules a proper ref ! who cheered !

AAAND THATS IT !

let me know if . you want me to finish any of these because otherwise theyre probably going to rot in my gallery HELP

[chubbygrape]

Dai Dark - Character Heights

This was asked on reddit so posting this here as well with more detail. Sr if this is done already, but kinda want my own reference/notes anyways.

I plan on adding more characters as the story goes. Got part of the main cast for now, as they were either (1) confirmed, or (2) I had enough reference material where i felt comfortable estimating; I've tried being as accurate as possible but if anyone has any notes or corrections pls let me know!

Based on who I got so far - the overall chart would look like this: Misetani Box (est) < Sanko < Avakian < Damemaru < Shimada (est)

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Sanko:

Adult: 1.90 m / 6.2 ft

Child: 1.35 m / 4.4 ft

Reference: Chapter 4

Note: He's only 14 really, so wonder how much taller he'll get, lol

2. Avakian:

Standing: 1.95 m / 6.4 ft

Package: 1.25 m / 4.1 ft

Reference: Chapter 4

Note: The number is not specified exactly but the height chart is quite clear so think this should be accurate. it's technically that handle he has on his head that's giving him the extra height which I find kinda funny - otherwise by head alone, he'd be same height as Sanko.

3. Damemaru:

Adult: 2.00 m / 6.6 ft

Reference: Chapter 27

Note: This is self proclaimed (not that i think this makes a difference tbh)

4. Shimada:

Adult: 2.15 m ?? / 7 ft ??

Note: Don't believe this is referenced at all (correct me if im wrong pls) , but I am estimating to be around that much just by looking at how they're drawn compared to others.

For example this page, which shows Damemaru slightly taller than Sanko so think Hayashida was loyal to her idea of heights (I find authors sometimes fail to take into consideration their characters' heights when drawing them together, so its not the best strategy but i have some faith here) Anywho, Shimada is taller, and then I used a height comparison chart maker to replicate the heights and ended up with 2,15m; probs not 100% accurate but either way, the idea is she's the tallest lol (yay)

5. Misetani Box:

Adult: 1.50-1.55 m ?? / 4.9 - 5 ft ??

Note: Same as Shimada, this isn't referenced. I saw online she's estimated to be 1,55 m , but I believe she could even be around 1,50 (or even shorter!) based off this image of her standing next to Avakian (be warned lol): Chapter 25. I used the height comparison chart again to replicate the heights and determine the numbers.

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Further Notes/Comments:

We have Shimada as a kid too, but since they can change their height at will I don't think it matters much - should be same height as Sanko/child though.

Chidaruma is 2.60 m / 8.5 ft - just thought to add that in <3 (ref)

I'm annoyed I'm missing Nagurun - I estimate same height as Damemaru=2.00 m, or at the very least 1.90 m (=Sanko) but I want to have proper reference first, so let me sit on it for a bit pls

The Characters I want to get next are: Nagurun, Moja, Lightning Viper, and Theta Eight-Legs

The height comparison chart maker I used if anyone wants it

Edit1: Added figures in feet

[thegeminisage]

star trek FIRST CONTACT!!! breakdown aka me attempting to transcribe the poorly typed notes in my phone to a tumblr post which will last longer. overall this movie was absolutely charming and a 10/10 experience, though i would have liked it even better if i liked picard and cared about his borg trauma, and i'm sad that i don't. luckily, i expect at least some of that type of thing will be given to me with more dykehood involved in the form of seven of nine, coming soon to a voyager near me. ANYWAY.

first thrill of this move was when data got to say a bad word, which to be fair he also did in the previous tng movies. so already i was thinking, some rights for tng movies

cheered aloud when worf showed up in the defiant. was absolutely thrilled to recognize the defiant mid-combat before they TOLD us "oh hey that's the defiant." ds9 ref! it is kinda funny that no one on ds9 goes "so hey where were you over the weekend?" and he responds "oh just time traveling to save earth from a borg attack nbd!" like i know it's because of the syndication or whatever, but ds9 is perfect for that type of humor, AND it's nuts that such a huge thing happened and nobody in ds9 likel. cares. sure they got problems but imagine the potential! did he ask for permission to take the ship or did he just steal it to go defend his former captain and riker e deanna situationship? was sisko mad that it got banged up? is he gonna ground worf next weekend? i need to Know.

another fun moment was when i noticed borged up florida first, because my eyes usually hit florida first when i view any sort of country or global map where florida is visible. don't worry about it. anyway, i didn't realize what had happened i thought perhaps future utopian florida was supposed to have all those lines coming out of it and paused to see it better. wrong. the borg did that.

dismayed to see zefram cochrane again after what he did to that poor woman in "metamorphosis." i kept trying to tell myself that maybe this was before he became such a creep and then he was all creepy with deanna. he had some charming moments outside of that though

EMH CAMEO MY BELOVED i was so fucking happy to see him. this iteration got eaten by the borg but STILL i loved that familiar face

i did not like picard's little vest it looks bad and it getting snuck into ds9 makes me mad. also, he needs to STOP interrupting data. him killing that guy begging for help was very fun though. that is his idea of help <3 one of those moments where i was absolutely lamenting the fact that i don't like him. praying seven gets to do anything even half that gnarly 🙏

i decided that this movie was the most fun i've ever had watching tng during the drunk deanna scene. firstly, riker was so ready to have a threesome with her and cochrane. secondly, she is so funny, they should let her do funny stuff more often

speaking of riker, he was very handsome in this movie. idk what he did to his hair but it was extra fluffy. i couldn't stop staring at it

data jacking off the borg

borg queen HOT! no body. just a head. extremely fun. she is the same lady as the oa's mom though which also fills me with rage AND she played that crazy bitch from silent hill who got fucked to death with barbed wire. luckily, she looked so different here most of the connotations were able to be muted in my mind palace

picard navigating the borg in the hallway with lily was also unfortunately very very good. "i know what i'm doing" wow yeah he sure does <3

i loved lily too although i wish she had more to do. her scene near the end comparing picard to captain ahab was so insanely fucking good but she spent most of this movie running away from stuff or screaming at people. she did get to swear though <3

holodeck bad especially the dixon hill mention but it was nice to see neelix's actor - another fun cameo. the machine gun reminded me of the pest control clip

deeply distraught to see barclay but at least it was brief. he was actually much better in voyager

LOVED the spacewalk. i keep forgetting how big the starships really are and the scale was amazing, the outer space scenes were tense. spacing the borg, who can't die, and won't die of atmospheric or oxygen or temperature needs, is a fate worse than death. they just have to float through space as a borg until they...starve? hit a planet and burn up in the atmosphere? anyway, mwah. it was so scary

i think data may have fucked the borg queen. good for him? or sorry that happened. also, human data was so horrifying. my poor little guy. PLEASE treat him really niceys

worf tying off the hole in his suit was badass tbh. ASSIMILATE THIS people need to stop calling him a pussy, especially picard. he is so cool

LOVED the entire launch of cochrane's rocket. the music, the seatbelts - i realize now that star trek beyond was a deliberate callback to this moment. one thing about the aos films is that the more trek you watch the more you will come to understand them

i do love that picard went back for data <3 like...i don't agree with picard/data shippers but at least now i get it

data's "resistance is futile" was said with all the cunt of quinto's "live long and prosper" good for HIMMM

"is that earth? it's so small" "it's about to get a whole lot bigger" prompted in me a genuine human emotion which did perhaps cause me to well up

AND THEN THE VULCANS. i know that's spock's ancestor and i love that he was immediately dtf in this handshake moment. mwah. it was also charming that cochrane at the end was trying unsuccessfully to teach him to dance. i fucking love vulcans

anyway, absolutely charming experience. from my understanding this is the best of the tng movies so i will assume tng has peaked for me here but wow, what a moment <3

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

bro, this took like three days 😅

EDIT: updated "1997" to "1994" and tweaked face a little bit AND added a little scar ref/notes

I'm not posting TJ's dick on tumblr but it is also tattooed (the pac-man tattoo is on the underside and the magic wand is on the top side)

These tattoos are, as mentioned on the drawing, a mix of DIY and professional or semi-professional work, with most but not all of the pro work done later on (post-costume update in my head but idk exact dates necessarily since I don't have a real story for TJ atm...)

So some of them suck more than others 😂 The real challenge is making them look bad in a way that looks good... lol

anyway closeups of some of the tattoos under the cut:

these are mostly the DIY stick and pokes and I tried to make some of them look like the ink bled a little (hopefully successful) — It's just random stuff, some of it TJ did himself (and that's why some of his tattoos are upside down or sideways lol) and some of it probably by friends or ex-girlfriends or tattoo apprentices who suck.

He does have a little chunk missing from his left butt cheek, yes, btw.

the masterful tiger was probably a $50 job from someone with a tattoo gun rather than stick and poke, though... like an apprentice... or someone who just can't draw tigers...

Left wrist is a flower done professionally and the right is that alien stick and poke.

Palm scars are from Snack Incidents (knife slipping while cutting various foods)

in my notes TJ lives alone with his dad, and his mom is dead, so the intent with the flowers tattoos here is that this is one of TJ's first actually professionally done tattoos that he actually spent money on to memorialize his mom.

and then as time passes he gets a full sleeve done that's also pretty good quality in stark contrast to most of his tattoos.

It's not like a super complicated, extensive one because I'm terrible at coming up with ideas to fill out sleeves like that, but he can probably add on to it later. I figure this one is at least partially done with actual dotwork, vs the DIY stick and poke stuff or cheap tattoo guns.

the firework on his elbow probably technically qualifies as either a coverup or an expansion since it's going off the smaller one he already had there and making it look much nicer.

I also decided that he has a cigarette burn scar inside of that little sun, not as a cover-up necessarily, it's just a dumb scar he got from a dumb bet (which he won) lol but I figured that would be as good a place as any to put it

and...

also these lol. obv the 10 cent ride is above his dick, and probably hidden under his underwear or pants most days... and the Pac-Man tattoo, like I mentioned before, is on the underside of his dick. You know, for presentation. Also because I didn't want to deal with trying to figure out how it would look squashed together when he doesn't have a boner LOL

the magic wand is on the top of course but like I said, I'm not putting that on tumblr, even if it's not sexually explicit or whatever.

and yes he has a pubic piercing, a dydoe, and matching prince albert with a curved barbell specifically for the Pac-Man joke 😂

TJ has most of his tattoos because he's kind of a masochist and he likes it, but he also has a sense of humor more than being a particularly edgy guy, and he likes to have fun, so I figure he would get a kick out of going to hook up with someone and waiting for them to start laughing once they get his pants off.

...wait, does that count as a humiliation kink?

obviously plenty of girls would be unimpressed by this and other times it probably just derails the whole "sex" thing because "Oh my God, didn't that hurt?!" but... I think it adds character even if I'll probably never draw it again lol

If you really want to see his dick I have a separate bluesky account where I post nsfw or suggestive art so my mom doesn't see it (lol) which you can find by searching for the username "hornygoldenirises" LOL

oh here's a bonus just showing his build side by side before and after doing lots of REfactor stuff and working out to impress-slash-fistfight a cute girl:

[zcmbierabbit]

Transcripts of Dave's phone calls

Things done while bedbound with a cold: As usual, Dave has dialogue, and I want it archived on here for ref, quoting, etc. These are the phone calls from the "FN.AF 1 but in DS.AF's universe" spin off game.

Note that they may not be exact since I transcribed by ear but yeah... close enough!

Night 1:

Phone Guy: Hello? Hello hello? I wanted to leave a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually- [ interference ] Dave: Sorry! I just had to cut that asshole off! What a fuckin' passive mack! Anyway, good fuckin' going on landin' a minimum wage job where you have to fend off giant felt-covered bastard-animals that want to snap your neck and stuff you into a fuckin' bear suit. That phone guy left some tapes of his own to help you survive, but honestly, they didn't do him much good. Spoiler alert: he fuckin' DIED! What a nerd! So, good 'ol Davey is gonna give you some of his pre-recorded safety tips. Step number one: don't let those bastards lay a finger on you. They can, and will, stuff you into a bear suit. Take it from me, those suits smell like slaughtered toddlers. Step number two: don't use too much power. You have two blast doors on either side of you, and two door lights. You can use those to check when the robots are comin', and if they're ready to pounce on ya, you can create a titanium fuckin' barrier between you and the deranged rabbit tryin' to fuck you up! Sadly, those impractical design measures were designed by me… meaning… they're a fuckin' hinderance. Both the doors and the lights sap your power, and if your power metre runs t'zero, the bear is gonna come out and fuck you up! Remember, you can't out-wrestle a fuckin' bear so make sure you don't run outta power! By the way, this place is totally fuckin' haunted, and that's on me! I sorta murdered a few dozen kids back in the '80s and stuffed them into the robots outta pure spite for the company. Don't worry though, kids don't count as real people. I'll call ya tomorrow, and remember you can't out-wrestle the bear so don't even try! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 2:

Phone Guy: Hello? Well, uh… if you're hearing this, then you made it to Day 2… uh, congrats! Uh, uh I won't talk as long this time- [ interference ] Dave: Hey! How y'doin', man? It's me again, Big Dick Davey! Night two, eyy? Good job on not gettin' stuffed into a tacky bear suit! Honestly, the night should be the same as last night was, just with slightly angrier robots who'll try to rip your throat out twice as hard. Oh, I forgot to mention, you're probably well acquainted with the bear, the rabbit, and the duck by now, but there's a fourth one in the building. Yeah, there's a fuckin' fax behind that tacky-shitty purple curtain in the dining area. Yeah, that fax is fuckin' mental, by the way. He's goin' t'slowly peep out of his curtain and then charge at you like a fuckin' banshee. He's a twitchy and decisive prick! Also, the company seems to have a thing for that fax, to be perfectly honest. Company tried to build a Faxy themed strip club… awful fuckin' idea. One orange bastard got far too touchy with the fax, if you catch my drift. Faxy's a real special character, though. A fan favourite… and the only robot at Freddy's who ever got to visit the Gra.nd Cany.on. Oh, if he charges at you, close the left door as soon as you hear his rabid fuckin' scream. If you're not in the office when he charges at ya, may Fr.edbear have mercy your soul. Well, that's enough pretending that I care about your safety for this night… I'll call you tomorrow with more Freddy's related bullshit trivia. See ya on the meme side! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 3:

Phone Guy: Hello, hello? Hey! You're doin' great! Um, most people- [ interference ] Dave: Hey-yo, doggo! It's me! Davey! Wow… Night 3! Incredible! See, if there's one thing I can do, it's give bad advice to future nightguards. By the way, since these messages are pre-recorded, I have no actual idea if you're actually alive or not… let's be honest, statistically, you probably died back on Night 1. Pricessless! If you're still alive, worry not! To survive the night, just do the same shit you did last night, but better! Yeah, those robots really want you dead because they think you're me. Yeah, long story short, I put on a fuckin' rabbit suit back in the '80s and lured some kids into the back room. Then I strangled 'em and stuffed 'em all into the robots. Now, I know what'cher thinkin'… 'What the hell is wrong with you, Davey?!" Rest assured, I'm just an eggplant man who gets a kick outta gettin' shitty haunted pizzerias shut down. Granted, I'm the reason most of 'em are haunted in the first place… by the way, nightguards who survive this far usually see weird things due to stress, and/or drinkin' the rubbing alcohol in the supply closet. You might see a shitty yellow recolour of the bear. If you do, just flip your camera monitor t'snap yourself outta it. Just don't dick around, and you'll be fine. I'll speak you tomorrow, dude. And remember: you might not be able to out-wrestle the bear, but you certainly can't out-wrestle the golden bear! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 4:

Dave: Hey! Dave again, I have a surprise for ya, man! Listen to this shit… it's hilarious! [ The FN.AF Night 4 call plays with Phone Guy being killed. ] Dave: Wasn't that fuckin' gold? Pardon the pun… he got fucked! Hard! Anyway… I'm massively fuckin' hunged over from drinkin' all of the rubbing alcohol in the supply closet last night. So Imma go have a fuckin' nap… catch ya later! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 5:

[ The possessed voice from FN.AF Night 5's call plays ] [ interference ] Dave: Hey there, man! Sorry to interrupt… whatever that was! You see, I've just realised somethin'… Most people who work here end up the exact same way: stuffed into a bear suit within half a week. I gotta wonder what kinda person would just get a job here, all willy-nilly, and then out-survive a man designed to make those robots behave. Bullshit! Y'aren't some rookie fresh off the street. You've manned this gig before. You're a Freddy's veteran, somebody with experience. According to my calculations, there's only two people that could be… a nerd named "Je.remy Fi.tzgerald", who by my calculations is basically a vegetable now, or… old sport! It must be you! Nobody else could just plop their ass down and survive four nights like it's nothin' at all… old sport… oh how I've missed you! You came back! Y'always come back! Have you come back for me, old sport? Have you come back for 'ol Davey? I knew it! I just knew that'cha really loved me! … Look. I have t'go, old sport. But, I'll be right back tomorrow night! Okay, stay alive, old sport… I'll speak to you again tomorrow, sportsy! [ phone hangs up ]

Night 6:

Dave: Old sport! I can't believe you've come back! You have no idea how much I've missed you, how much we've missed you! We're a family, old sport! Freddy's is a family… I thought you had abandoned us, old sport… but now it's clear t'me. We can be partners again! You have no idea how lonely these last few years have been, old sport… my life was dead without you, but, you were lost and now you are found. I'm comin' back for ya, old sport! I'm goin' t'come back and find you, I'm goin' to come find you, I'm going to come find you… [ Call ends ]

[nightmarearian]

oshgdbunfemiefgg here we go. Tumblr isn't working with me for the first draft so I'm doing this again :,) I think I'll have to split this into two reblogs if tumblr keeps being messy tho.

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Wriolette:

Oh my gods. (Blind) Wriothesley who is just. Unable to conceive, accept, or process the idea that someone is able to love him.

This is a wonderful fuckin fever dream.

The author does a have a few more wriolette fics so you can check those out ig.

It is unfinished right now, unfortunately.

Modern/Internet AU! Wrio & Neuv are already married w/ kids. This feels way longer than just 10 chapters. I love it.

Retired Househusband Wrio + Law professor Neuv with a lot of cameos from other characters of course! There’s also semi-background Zhongchi.

Unfinished.

Whoo. This is a heavy one.

Wriothesley going thru it and having to process & heal his childhood trauma,

so with that tw/cw with the child trafficking, assault/non-con/rape, grooming, etc. The actual explicit scenes are skippable, with non-explicit summaries at the end of the chapter.

Unfinished.

On a side note I’ve read some purely Wriothesley centric fics, if you’re interested in that. cataline's are just as, if not, heavier on the topics and the story is w/ his experiences as an inmate, though, so heed the tags.

Simple(r) soulmate red-string AU where Wrio doesn’t have a string. Cute with some angst.

Unfinished.

completed oneshot. It’s good 😀👍

Uncompleted but I do believe is updating weekly or biweekly! I think it’s weekly, every Thursday?

Directly after the Flood and is during the cleanup efforts and all that. Neuv & Wrio get stuck in a Remurian Domain and are trying to find a way out, to simply it. Verrrry good :)

Dragons! Dragon loreeeee. Tbh lotta smut too; Starts off (and mainly keeps) focus with Wriolette but eventually has a.... "B-plot", per say, with Zhongchi and even more eventually with Venti/Dvalin.

Unfinished. very nice tho.

Roleswap Wriolette! Chief Justice & Iudex Wriothesley and Lord Incognito & Duke of Meropide Neuvilette :)

Unfinished.

uhhhhhhh that's most of my wriolette bookmarks. you could also probably check out any tags or authors from there ig but to be fair I have been scrolling on the Wriothelsey/Neuvilette tag with only a few exclusionary-filters (121 pages to go through teehee)

also I have read. So much more before getting an account. They're lost the depths of my shitty memory :sob:

(o | o)

anyway, onto Zhongchi!

Oh. Oh my fucking god.

cyanide narwhal.

This.

Fully completed, 62 chapters with most if not all chapters being several thousands words.

And the author is an artist too, so they have their own art-refs linked in the fic.

This is… part isekai? Is it isekai if it’s just time travel to a past timeline? Not treated like omg it’s the game though, if you get what i mean???

Admittedly this is quite Childe-focused, so if that’s not your jam ig you can just not read it BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD

This was written around 2.x Genshin, so the lore isn’t canon but AGAIN. OHHHH MY STARS.

This is wonderful. Amazing.

Similarly, the author also has two more, fully competed, wonderful Zhongchi fics; One's a modern + zombie apocalypse AU with Zhongli & Childe falling in love on their trip from Liyue to Snezhnaya's bunkers while taking care of toddler-babies Ganyu & Xiao. The other one is a soulmate mark AU that's really more focused on both of their self-worth issues. Not linking them cause Tumblr is being a bitch rn.

Oomph; ‘nother heavy one. Tartaglia is not okay. Alluded/mentions of rape/assault; Zhongli isn’t an asshole in this. Read at your own discretion, really + Heed the tags.

I think the author also has a lotta Genshin fics and consequently a lotta common Genshin ships, like Zhongchi & wriolette? I haven't checked them out cause there is a lot but yeah.

...and yeah there's going to be a part 2 for a few more cause Tumblrs being annoying. welp.

Please share fic recs for the ships i tagged, it’s for research purposes (i need something to read at 1 am)

[riisinaakka-draws]

Progress gif of this:  “Would you still recognize me?”

The quality isn’t the best possible, but hopefully you get the idea how things evolved... It’s made from “the preview pics” that I saved in this painting’s draft/wip folder whenever I took a break or wanted to compare/remember something special - and also so that I’d know where I left things and wouldn’t have to open the actual psd file every time, lol. To make the gif size smaller and to have it flow better (and be less eye-hurting), I left some of the frames out.

I admit it, it’s quite fascinating to watch now after everything :D *pats myself on the back*

So that the post doesn’t become too long on the dash, I put some additional notes under the cut, mainly about the refs and wips if you want to take a look! Please, do not repost elsewhere :)

(Btw, you can just read the bolded parts if you want a quick version or get tired of the rambling.)

I want to point out that the main work always happens underneath all kinds of adjustment layers because I like to test things a lot during the process before sticking on something if I don’t quite know yet what I want. Like the colour scheme or where the light comes (or if there are multiple light sources) or if something needs more contrast etc. So I paint with simpler colours first, but already have some ideas/adjustment layers over them, but hidden and waiting until the basics are done. Then I merge things and continue to paint with the “new” colour palette.

I also often test filters to have more texture or bring out some things better - or just to find something interesting to incorporate! Accented edges, crosshatch and watercolor are things that I often test in some way over my sketches and wips at some point when the basics are done or when I need/want some kind of further effect/texture or just something to knit them together better and for balance. And also just for fun!

Then I flatten the things I like (or I am “certain about” at that point) and continue painting over that ...aaaand end up testing something else, keep different versions or parts of things on separate layer groups (to compare or to bring back some earlier things that I liked or alternative lighting solution or object/body part placement, or...) and so on...seriously it’s always a mess controlled chaos! aahahahaha *face palm*

But mainly the things keep building on top of each other instead of having neat groups for sketch, lineart, colours, lighting etc. I mean, I always try to start with that but never have been able to actually keep it very long... And on the other hand I’m too nervous and indecisive to paint with only single layer/canvas from the beginning with (like a traditional painting would be painted). Or with just a few layers for background, character(s), effects on their own and so on... So I have this chaos that swirls towards that something that I had preplanned or wanted to achieve/practise until I’m happy with it.

ANYWAY, BACK TO THE ACTUAL ART :

The original “spark” for this work was Flint at the end of the episode 1 with his bloody face and white shirt, and that nice splash of light, which made me think about the aftermath and him cleaning himself in the privacy of his cabin with some nice morning light painting his beard fiery and him lost in thoughts :) At some point that made me think of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s beautiful painting “The Laundress” which I have liked since I was a kid, so I started to steer towards it.

See the resemblance? (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Some of the refs for the bowl and Flint. The angle/posture ended up being a bit different and I had more refs for Flint’s face and shirt and hand etc.

Some wips:

1) basically the idea and items that I wanted to include.

2) after a break (weeks? months?) and after I had searched some more references to help. The eyes were at this point (accidentally) absolutely awful so I censored them for the sake of my own peace of mind here, lol (not sorry!)

More wips along the way, although not much difference can be seen as the pics are quite small.. :

3) I mirrored/flipped the painting constantly, to see the mistakes and also because I couldn’t decide which way I wanted him to be! This stage was aaalmost ready but I got stuck and forgot let it be for several months doing other stuff again.

4) I continued it, fixed lots of things with fresh eyes and experimented more with lighting and texture but nothing too drastic stuck in the end. I have two monitors and either (or both...) are calibrated a bit off atm, so it was quite frustrating to navigate and to know which one had the right colours that I was after... and I still don’t know but it looks nice on both screens so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   At this stage things were basically nitpicking and a bit too much honing.

The finished piece:

In the end I lost some of the things I actually liked more in the earlier versions (for example some had more of a dreamy feeling or better texture or more emotions/wearyness/anger showing that didn’t quite reach the end result again) and I overworked some other things, but nevertheless! I’m very pleased how this turned out! I reached the vision I wanted and learned a lot again :D

Thanks for reading <3

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home: Chapter 13

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!) Guest starring Nick Fury and Maria Hill

Summary: Seems like that visit had quite the effect on you, enough to send you on a semi-bender. Should they step in? Should they leave it alone? Furthermore, what secret accidentally gets leaked to Yondu while this happens?

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Author’s Note: Thank you to @allylin05 for the scene suggestion (where Reader couldn't reach something!) And thank you to all the others who have suggested scenes they’d like to see in this series! (I’m still working them in!) As always, if you have a cute little scene you'd like to see in this story, feel free to send me a request! It might take me a bit to work certain things in, but I’ll try to add as many as I can! Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 21 of the Guardians living with reader.

Word Count: 5,635

The guardians were getting concerned.

This was different from the other times you'd get sulky and avoid the others. Ever since that night that the couple came to the house, you had barely said a word. All you did was curl up in your room, and when you weren't doing that you were drinking.

They tried a couple times to pull you out of it, to no avail.

For instance, they had decided to begin sparring practice again after Fury's last visit. Two weeks was enough of a break, and they couldn't just sit around going soft while they waited for the negotiations to finish. If they ever did. The first couple times you had refereed for them, seeing as you couldn't join in the actual sparring with your arm injured, but each time they tried asking if you'd like to ref again after the night the couple came, you had refused, not even looking at them as you lay staring at the ceiling or curled on your good side.

Mantis tried using her abilities on you, like she did to make you feel better when Fury punished you, but you barely let anyone near you, and you certainly wouldn't allow anyone to touch you. You either pulled away or sternly told the offender to leave you alone, or in Peter's case, when he got the 'brilliant' idea one morning in the kitchen that you might cheer up if he tried tickling you, a swift knee to the crotch.

Either way, Mantis knew better than to push it. She had a feeling it wouldn't work this time anyway. The effects of her abilities were only temporary, it wasn't a cure. She can ease sadness away for a little while, and if someone was just a little sad they might still feel better even after the effect wore off, but if that sadness was too deep it would only wash back in once the person was no longer subject to the effects of her abilities.

A few times you could be heard walking around the attic, and a couple of those times sounds could be heard like you were throwing things across the room. One of these times one of the gang finally got the courage to go check on you, but they found you had locked the door behind you.

It seemed the "attic is off limits" rule still applied even when you were up there.

This annoyed Rocket, who had been reminded by this recent development that he had never gotten around to sneaking up there to prove to Groot that there were no monsters up there. The fact that you had been throwing stuff around up there didn't help that matter, only convincing the little guy that the noises were in fact coming from the monsters. After a few times of this he angrily went into your room, intent on getting the key and going up there to yell at you for scaring Groot, only to be disappointed to find that the key was no longer in the drawer and annoyed with himself that he wouldn't have thought that you'd have taken it up with you.

The third day of this Gamora pulled Peter aside. They knew Fury would be coming the next day, and she didn't know if telling them would only make matters worse. Did they tell, or stay out of it? Unfortunately Peter didn't have the answer either, he only hoped that'd you'd sober up by tomorrow. He didn't know what was going on with you, but he'd hate to see you possibly get into more trouble with SHIELD because of it.

There was also a bit of a selfish concern for them as well. What if Fury decided you were unfit to look after them and keep them hidden? Would SHIELD remove them from your responsibility and need to split the team up to hide them?

Later that night you left your room and headed to the cellar to pull yet another bottle of whiskey up and take it into the kitchen. No one was in there, just as you hoped. Unfortunately that didn't last forever.

You were mindlessly scrolling tumblr on your phone when Yondu sat down in the seat next to you at the table.

"Mind if we join ya?" he asked.

You glance up to see Kraglin had also sat down, and you wordlessly scoot the bottle in their direction to indicate you didn't care and went back to scrolling and sipping from your own glass.

"So how long are ya planning on taking this bender?" Yondu asked.

You glance up with narrowed eyes and as if to spite him grabbed for the bottle again to top off your glass before putting it back.

Yondu looked displeased. "That ain't an answer." he said cooly.

"Best you're gonna get," you say, slurring a bit.

Yondu leaned back in his chair with an expression Kraglin recognized. It was the same one he used to wear when someone thought they could get away with mouthing off to him. The look of mild bemusement that usually preceded a whistle or a scolding. Only this time he didn't do either.

"Why don't ya tell us what's eating you?"

Your eyes flicked up but you didn't answer. You didn't want to talk. You were sleepy. It was none of his business anyway. What came out was an elegant, "Nothing... your face." This was followed by your also very elegant flipping of the bird before you reached for your glass again.

Yondu, seeing you were clearly past drunk, got to it first, sliding it out of your reach. "I think you've had enough, little lady."

You pout at him. "Give that back."

"No." he responded flatly.

"Dick," you mumble, lowering your head to rest on your good arm on the table.

"Yeah, sit there and pout. That's gonna help." Yondu snarked.

You didn't answer.

"Hey, I'm talkin' to you, pipsqueak." Yondu scolded, sort of hoping that the childish name would get a rise out of you.

No answer.

"You think she passed out?" asked Kraglin.

Yondu reached over to grab your wrist, intent to do the whole lift and drop thing to see how out you were, but you only whined on contact and swatted him away, mumbling something about sleep.

"That answer yer question?"

Kraglin shrugged before nodding to the bottle. "I'm gonna get a glass, want one?"

Yondu nodded, not taking his eyes off you until Kraglin came back with a couple glasses and poured the two of them a drink. Something was definitely eating at you, and the way you were dealing with it just wasn't healthy. Even as a Ravager he still knew that. Sure, it hadn't stopped him from going on a few of his own benders over the years, but it didn't mean he had to just watch someone else go through one. Unfortunately he had no solution. Closest he had to one was cutting you off, which he'd already done, and getting you to talk about it, which you wouldn't, and if you were unwilling then there wasn't a whole lot more he could do.

He and Kraglin sat there for a bit, sipping their drinks and killing time with idle chit-chat. They could hear a movie playing loudly from the sitting room. Probably something from that Netflix Rocket had turned on. No matter. Didn't bother them any. Clearly wasn't disturbing you as you slept at the table.

That is, until the sounds of a crying baby sounded from the film.

Yondu noticed you groggily sit up and rub your eyes. You lightly smacked his arm and, still half asleep, mumbled out, "You fetch the baby, I'll make the bottle, ok?" With that you pat him on the shoulder as you sleepily went to stand.

Yondu's eyes widened in a mix of shock and confusion. He shared a quick look with Kraglin. He had heard it too and his face shared the same sentiments. Baby? There wasn't any baby to fetch??

Before you could stumble away to prepare a bottle he was sure didn't exist, Yondu grabbed your good arm to stop you. "Hey there, where ya think yer goin'?" he said, his eyebrows knitted together. He really hoped this was just some sort of drunken sleepwalker dream on your part, and not you acting on some instinct he was sure there'd only be one way for you to have had. He tried gently shaking you.

You blinked a few times, finally seeming to wake up enough to remember where you were and who you were with, who had hold of your arm.

You didn't see your loved one's face, as you expected. Instead you saw a blurry blue that focused just enough into Yondu. You did still, however, hear the cry of a baby; but it wasn't- you knew it couldn't-

Yondu saw how you looked up and realized the sound, and how your expression changed from sleepy and confused to downright anguished. Your lip quivered and his eyes widened. 'No no no, none of that!' he thought, realizing you were starting to tear up.

You pulled your arm away and covered your mouth, turning so you wouldn't face him as pain tore at your drunken heart.

Yondu stood and caught you by the shoulders, spinning you towards the door at the far end of the kitchen, saying, "I think it's time fer bed! Someone's had a lil' too much t'night." He tried to keep his tone light-hearted, but he shot a glance back to Kraglin as he walked you out of the room. They didn't need words to convey what they were thinking. It seemed they might have just become privy to a bit of painful information you hadn't meant to share.

Yondu guided you up the stairs to your room, all the while he could hear you sniffing.

The clumsy opening of your door startled Mantis awake. She sat up and rubbed her eyes to see Yondu guiding a teary-eyed you into the room.

"Back to sleep, Bug." Yondu said. "Nuttin' to see here. She just had a little too much whiskey.

Mantis ignored him and stood from her bed, approaching the two of you as he tried to persuade you into sitting on the bed. Of course, being drunk and upset you weren't exactly very compliant. You kept trying to walk towards the attic door, much to Yondu's dismay and annoyance as he kept trying to tell you you needed to sleep it off.

Mantis watched the scene and knew what she needed to do. Before Yondu could say anything she had already reached out to your forehead and whispered, "Sleep."

Problem was you were a couple feet away from the bed and you fell backwards into into Yondu, who's arms shot out to catch your dead weight just in time with an 'Oof!' He sighed and maneuvered your now unconscious form to your bed, saying, "Ya couldn't have waited to do that until she was closer to the bed?" He wasn't angry, but a slight annoyance still coated his words.

Mantis twiddled her fingers sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

Yondu stood, having managed to lay you flat on top of the bed. "It's fine, Bug. I know you was only tryin' to help."

"Is she going to be ok?" Mantis asked. "That's the third time I've had to do that in as many days."

Yondu raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"At night, when she doesn't think anyone can hear her, she cries. It started after that couple came and said those things to her through the door. I put her to sleep so she doesn't cry." Mantis walked over to your sleeping form and placed her hand on your forehead. Her antennae glowed and she described to Yondu what she read from you. "Her heart aches. She's angry, she's sad, but mostly she mourns."

Yondu swallows. Remembering what had just happened downstairs, another memory came to him. That night under your tree in the forest. He had said something about you maybe settling down and having a few little ankle-biters and then you... oh no. He had a suspicion that he knew what you mourned, and the thought made his heart clench. He still didn't know how that couple showing up might have triggered this pain in you, but if what he suspected from the pieces he could put together was true, then that was a hell of a loss, and it helped explain to him a little bit why you were the way you were. You were in pain.

Before Mantis could say more he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let's let her rest now, Bug."

***

You woke up earlier in the morning than you would have liked. You could blame it on your throat being dry as sand, the dull ache in your temples, and the feeling like your bladder was in a vice. Oh, the 'joys' of the morning after a night of drinking. Not nearly as fun as the drinking itself. Though, you were sure 'fun' wasn't exactly what you had had last night, even though you couldn't quite remember it.

No matter. Time to shower and get yourself presentable. Fury would be coming today for one of his weekly-check-ins and it'd be unprofessional to greet him wearing last nights clothes and possibly still smelling of alcohol.

Today you had a chance of being told you no longer needed the sling, so you tried to at least be happy for that as you gathered a change of clothes for your shower and thanked whatever higher-being that might be listening that the bathroom was free.

***

Fury showed up about mid-morning with the same doctor as last time.

You pretended to be a good little soldier and sat patiently as the doctor examined you, said you were free to remove the strap from your brace, and adjusted the hinge on your brace for the limited range of motion he would allow your elbow to move while it was still healing. You were given some therapy exercises to do and informed you were still under a weight restriction for that arm.

The first thing you did was utilize the full range of this new, albeit limited, range of motion, stretching your fingers and wincing as you tried to work a bit of the stiffness out.

Before the doctor had begun examining, Gamora quietly asked to speak with Agent Hill alone. They left the kitchen to speak in the hall mostly unnoticed.

"She took the brace off, didn't she?" Agent Hill assumed. "Knew it. She's so damn stubborn!"

Gamora shoot her head. "No, no. That's actually not it. It's something else."

"Really?" Agent Hill looked surprised.

"Yes. She followed all of Fury's orders. It's about something that happened the other day. This couple came to the house-"

Maria looked alarmed. "Did they see any of you? If you were compromised you shouldn't have waited this long to tell us."

"No, it wasn't anything like that" Gamora said, slightly frustrated with the interruptions. She explained that you seemed to know them, how you had closed all the curtains and shut off the lights just before they arrived and pretended not to be home. She told her how they had spoken to you through the door, and that you had been upset and closed off ever since.

Maria frowned. "Do you know what they looked like? What they said?"

Gamora shook her head. "I never saw them, but they said something about how something wasn't her fault, that they forgave her? I don't know what they were talking about, she wouldn't say, but she's hardly left her room since then and we're just a bit concerned and thought we should tell somebody."

Maria nodded. "I'll speak with her."

Gamora nodded in return. She got the feeling that Maria knew the significance of the couple's arrival, but wasn't going to say, so she didn't ask.

They returned to the kitchen just as the doctor was finished. Agent Hill requested to have a word with you in private while Fury briefed the Guardians on the lack of update on their situation.

You rose an eyebrow at her, but obeyed, and the two of you made your way out to the front garden.

Maria spoke first. "How long have we worked together?"

"Almost since I first started, you helped train me. Why?"

"And we've come to know each other decently well in that time, yes?"

You look at her, confused. "Yeah? What is this about?"

"You know you can talk to me, right? If something's wrong?"

"I don't need to talk-"

Maria rolled her eyes. "Oh yes. Ms independent. Ms 'I don't need anyone.' I get it. I do. But maybe letting people in every once in awhile couldn't hurt."

"Are you going to tell me what this is about or not?" you say irritably.

"One of your charges has expressed concerns."

You looked confused and surprised. "Who? Why?"

"Doesn't matter. And they told me that you had a couple visitors the other day. My informant didn't know who they were, of course, but I have a pretty good idea, especially after I was told what they said to you."

You look off towards the road bitterly.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Maria asked.

Your gaze shifted from her to the ground and back a couple times. Finally you relented. "They said they forgave me. What am I supposed to do with that?" Your gaze was hard as you looked into her eyes.

"Accept it?" Maria said with almost a laugh, her eyebrows knitted together. "Maybe take a page out of their book and try to forgive yourself?"

"But it was my fault," you respond.

Maria can see the pain in your eyes. Her eyes soften. "It wasn't, though. It wasn't your fault. You have to understand that."

"No, you don't understand," you say, pain present in your voice. "Put yourself in my shoes. Tell me, that if it was you, that you wouldn't believe it was your fault then!"

Maria didn't answer.

"That's what I thought."

"Look, I have the ability to see reason because I'm not in your shoes. I can see that it wasn't your fault. You can't hold yourself accountable for what other people have done to you."

You give her a hard look but don't respond. After a few moments you see Fury come out the front door with the doctor and you finally say to her, "Are we done?"

She follows your gaze to see Fury before turning back to you. You can tell she wants to say no, but she settles for, "I suppose. For now."

The two of you walk back towards the front door to meet Fury. He tells you that he's pleased to see you followed orders, but to make no mistake, he still has Gamora looking out to make sure to follow through with the doctor's orders until your arm is healed, or until he can trust you no longer need that type of supervision. Whichever comes first.

You begrudgingly nod and they leave, you heading back inside.

***

You had decided to not confront them about who told Maria about the couple. If she was right, and they really were just concerned, then you decided it was better to just not make them concerned anymore. No concerned Guardians, no one getting SHIELD involved with your personal life.

You decided to not head back to your room after Fury and Agent Hill left, rightfully convinced that it had been how you more or less hid away for three days that alarmed them. Probably the drinking too, but jury was out if you'd stop that or not. What were they going to do? Stop you?

Actually... you did have a faint memory of Yondu pulling your drink away from you last night... Oh well. You were sure they wouldn't do it again, but that was a question for later. Now, you were going to go check your neglected garden.

Only, when you got there, you found it wasn't nearly as neglected-looking as it ought to be considering you hadn't visited it in over a week. You cocked your head and raised an eyebrow. Who had kept it?

On cue, Kraglin spoke up behind you. "Um, hey."

You turn to face him.

"Hope ya don't mind. Kinda kept it nice for ya, while you were- you know..."

You were taken aback. "Oh- um. Thank you. You didn't have to-"

"I know." Kraglin said, rubbing the back of his head. "Back before we- Yondu an' me- joined Pete's team we were on a lot bigger ship. Lotta crew. We had an areas for growin' food on board, helped keep fresh stuff around so people didn't get sick. Anyways- used have to shifts in those areas some when I was younger. Still remembered how to do most of it. Figured I should make myself useful when you couldn't do it- Ya know, something to do."

You glance back at the garden. "I guess, um, if you like it, I could let you help me next time, if you want, then," you reply awkwardly. "You did a nice job- thanks."

Kraglin smiled a bit. "Sure thing. Beats sitting around."

You crack a smile at that and look to the ground briefly. "Well I guess I'll find something else to do now, since this is done." With that you walked past him and back into the house.

You get back inside to a commotion in the kitchen.

Mantis is crying and panting and fanning her mouth, Gamora is yelling at Rocket, and Rocket is laughing his ass off.

"What's going on here?" you ask, brow furrowed in confusion and concern.

"Rocket tricked Mantis into eating these," she showed you the jar of jalapeños, "and now she's in pain."

You sigh and glare at Rocket, who didn't look sorry at all. You guide Mantis to sit at the table and pour her a glass of milk, instructing her to drink it slow like you had Yondu when he ate them and informing her that it would help. At least you knew she didn't react to milk the same way he did. Gamora asked to make sure Rocket hadn't fed Mantis poison, but you assured her she'd be fine. It was food, just not something any of them were used to apparently.

Kraglin re-entered the house just then and took in the scene. A teary eyed Mantis sat at the table sipping some milk, and you stood behind her, rubbing a hand up and down her back comfortingly, yours and Gamora's eyes both shooting daggers at Rocket, who was still grinning.

You begin to scold Rocket. "What's wrong with you? I know you did that on purpose."

"You don't know that, how was I supposed to know she wouldn't like them."

Kraglin's eyes narrowed. He spoke up. "Now if I'd known you was gonna use them to be mean to Mantis there, I wouldn't have told ya when you asked me which was the hot things Yondu ate. She's too sweet for you to be mean to her like that."

Rocket gave Kraglin a look of betrayal. "Come on. It was just a joke. Did you really think I was asking because I wanted to eat them."

"I thought you was asking so you wouldn't eat them," Kraglin replied, annoyed. "not so you'd make the bug girl cry."

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Lighten up."

"What's with you lately?" Gamora asked. "You're not even this bad on the ship. You behavior has definitely gotten worse since we've been here."

"Has not!" Rocket denied. "If anything you guys have lost your ability to take a joke!" He crossed his arms. "And how come nobody says anything when Star-Munch and dumbass there-" he pointed at Kraglin, "-mess around, but I always get yelled at! It's like I'm the only one not allowed to have fun here!"

You tilted your head at Rocket, contemplating a bit before saying, "Are you trying to say you're bored?"

Rocket threw up his hands. "Of course I'm freaking bored! What do you expect!? There's nothing to do! I can't blow anything up, or make any weapons, or make weapons that blow up! This place is like prison!"

You hummed and nodded your head. "I see..." You had an idea. You were normally against rewarding bad behavior, but you saw this more as an.. olive branch of sorts. Maybe if you gave him something to do he wouldn't be so restless. Wouldn't be so... rude. Give him a toy to play with, more or less. You nodded towards the back door. "Come here."

"Fat chance. Like I'd go anywhere with you." Rocket scowled, crossing his arms petulantly.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Fine by me. I won't show you the workshop then." A smile tugged at your lips but you suppressed it.

Rocket narrowed his eyes. "What workshop?"

"You already know I built you that bed. Where did you think I did that? The bathtub? It's in the shed."

Rocket eyed you, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to trust you or not. Gamora and Kraglin exchanged pleasantly surprised glances, intrigued that you were offering an olive brach of sorts to the bratty raccoon.

"Ok, but any funny stuff and I'll bite your good arm off." Rocket said, moving towards you in an almost cautious manner.

You roll your eyes. "There's no reason why there would be any 'funny stuff.'" you say. You start to turn towards the door, but stop. "Oh, one thing before we go. Apologize to Mantis."

Rocket glared at you. It was clear he didn't want to, but after a few moments he made an attempt. In a sarcastic tone he said, "Oh gee, Mantis, I'm SO sOrRy-"

You cut him off. "Like you mean it, or I don't show you the workshop."

Rocket grumbled something you couldn't hear under his breath before begrudgingly uttering a, "Sorry, Mantis."

Mantis, whose mouth was now much less burn-y than earlier, told Rocket she forgave him and you headed back outside with Rocket to see the workshop.

Kraglin and Gamora watched as you went, completely surprised that that had worked.

***

You led Rocket to the shed and unlocked it, opening the door and motioning inside. Rocket hesitated, but eventually entered after you took the first steps inside to turn on the light.

A workbench ran along the length of one side of the room. On it sat a chop-saw at one end, and a vice as well as a small cabinet of little drawers where you sorted your nails, screws, and other fastenings. Above this workbench ran a series of shelves housing various drills and tool boxes and other odd-n-ends. Under the bench laid an old forgotten and broken step-stool you had never gotten around to fixing.

A smaller workbench sat on the wall opposite side. Above that was a pegboard where you hung different wrenches and screwdrivers and hammers, and above that hung a short cupboard.

In the middle of the room stood a table saw, and behind that, at the back of the room, is what caught Rocket's eye most.

You had a welding station set up, and he immediately walked back towards it.

"I didn't know you had this in here!" Rocket exclaimed.

"You never asked," you reply, slightly grinning at his obvious interest in the welding area.

Rocket looked the area over. It was covered in a layer of dust, showing that it had been awhile since anyone had used it. "This still work?" he asked.

"It should," you say with a little uncertainty. "I haven't used it for years, but I'm sure the tank still has gas in it. We could always find out. I take it you know how to use it?"

Rocket looked back at you. "Of course I know how to use it. It's just basic fire welding, not like it's a plasma welder or anything."

You raise an eyebrow. Apparently he knew his stuff better than you thought... "Ok then. Just let me find the striker..." You looked around the welding bench, but didn't see it anywhere. "Hm... must have misplaced it... let me look."

You walk over to the small workbench, looking in the drawers, but came up empty handed. You check the drawers in the long workbench. Nothing. You looked up at the shelves. Nope, didn't see it. You walk back over to the small bench to look in the cupboard above it. No striker. "I know it's in here somewhere." you sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

Then you see it. The edge of the striker glinting from on top of the cupboard. "Damn," you say, your gaze falling to the floor before returning to the striker.

You reach up in vain, knowing you couldn't reach it from the ground, even on your tip-toes.

"Need some help, shorty?" came Rocket's teasing voice. You obviously weren't short compared to him, but it didn't matter. You could have been seven feet tall and he still would have used the jab.

You throw him a look. "Like you're one to talk! And no." You try reaching again and sigh.

"Don't you have a chair or something to stand on?" He was chuckling at you now.

"No." you admit, gesturing to the broken stool under the other workbench. "Never got around to fixing it. Normally I just-" you cut yourself off as you tried to reach up again.

"Just what?"

You sigh. "Climb. Ok? Normally I'd just climb up there, but um," you gesture with your arm in the brace, "kinda can't do that right now." You try reaching again, but you give up. That tactic was obviously never going to work. You look around. "Maybe I can find something to knock it down..."

As you look around you see from the corner of your eye Rocket make a couple jumps to get on top of the cabinet, where he then grabbed the striker and hopped back down onto the workbench and held it out to you with a cheeky grin.

You exhale out your nose as you take the striker and say, "You could have done that this whole time?"

"Yeah," Rocket admitted. "but watching you struggle was funnier."

You ignored him and headed back towards the welding area. Yelling at him never seemed to do anything but encourage him anyway.

You attached a brazing tip to the line connected to the tank, turned on the gas, and clicked the striker up to the tip. It took a couple tries, but the flame finally caught with a whoosh and you laughed in surprise. "See. It works," you say to Rocket. "And as long as you don't burn the shed down or hurt yourself, you can use whichever tools you know how to use."

Rocket eyed you as you turned off the gas, extinguishing the flame. "What's the catch?"

"I just told you. Don't burn down the shed or get hurt." After half a second's thought you added with a slight grin, "Should I add 'don't break my tools' and 'lock up when you're done'?"

Rocket scoffed. "I'm not gonna break your tools. If anyone knows how to care for tools it's me! Hell, they'll probably be in better condition after I use them."

You shook your head in amusement. "Alright." Little guy could be so dramatic. "I know there's an extra key somewhere in the house, but until then you can use mine, ok?"

Rocket nodded but then asked, "Why keep it locked?"

You look out the open door. "Force of habit, mostly... keeps kids from getting in and hurting themselves too," you say, adding, "You know, like Groot. Wouldn't want him to go playing around the tools and getting hurt."

Rocket nodded again. He knew Groot mostly knew better from being with him not to play with tools, but he didn't argue.

"Anyway," you begin again, gesturing to the neat stacks of spare wood and metal material in the corner. "Knock yourself out." you placed your key to the shed on the small workbench. "Key's here. Lockup when you're done and leave the key on the kitchen counter after, ok?"

Rocket raised his eyebrow. "You're trusting me in here by myself?" he asked, sounding more suspicious than confused as you turned to leave.

You turn back to him, slightly grinning. "You said you know what you're doing, and I've already been told you used to work on the ships, so that claim has already been vouched for, so... yeah. Unless you're gonna give me a reason not to trust you, that is."

"No, that's all pretty much right," he said, eyeing you, still seeming unsure. As if he thought it might be a trap.

"Then we're good," you reply. You to leave again when you're stopped by him asking, "What's in this for you?" You didn't know whether to sigh or laugh, so you settled for a mix of both as you turn back yet again. "I figured maybe if you had something to keep you entertained maybe you'd be less of an insufferable asshole."

Rocket looked offended and you laughed. "Now can I leave or do you have anything else to ask?"

"Nah," he replied, taking his eyes off you to now look around the workshop. "We're good. Um... thanks..."

The 'thank you' honestly surprised you, but you only turned your look of surprise away as you exited the shed and said, "Don't mention it."

Rocket watched you leave before turning back to check out the welding bench some more.

Yes. This was just what he'd been needing. He could finally repair the device he smuggled.

[ialwaysgobacktoit]

One single thread of gold tied me to you

ALSO KNOWN AS: AZRIEL SURPRISES GWYN FOR HER BIRTHDAY PART 4!

Hey you guys guess what... IT'S GWYN'S POV! Also this was supposed to be the last part of this HC/fic/idk what to call it but now... should there be a part 5?

(and yes this title is exactly what it sounds like: INVISIBLE STRING BY QUEEN TAYLOR SWIFT ref!)

CHECK OUT Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3!!!!!!

GWYN:

Almost immediately, Gwyn heard something inside of her click. She felt as she could see it, too: a faint golden light heating up her chest, glowing. She couldn’t, wouldn’t look at the male beside her. She felt as if she did, he would see right through her. Did Azriel know? Did he make this amazing, magnificent surprise just so he could show her what he already saw?

But Diane, that wise and ancient female, was sitting right in front of her, still smiling, as if her words didn’t just reveal something Gwyn herself didn’t realize was inside of her. It was enough to make her come back to her senses. She would deal with that later, and all it entailed. For now, she would enjoy Diane’s precious company; she was so lucky to be spending time with someone like her, full of stories and creativity and knowledge. It was all Gwyn aspired to be.

Finally, about two hours after that silent revelation, Diane nodded to no one in particular and got to her feet, saying it was time for her to go. They hugged, and Gwyn held her tears: she felt such a calming, warm feeling on her heart. It felt like being embraced by her mother’s love. It was like that female could read her, and understand her. All of it, flaws and mistakes and all.

During their dinner, they shared so much about each other’s lives. Well, mostly Diane, but Gwyn talked about some feelings and things she hadn’t told anyone but her sister. Catrin would be so happy for her, she thought. She wished her sister was there so they could share this whole experience. But she felt so blessed and grateful anyway, just being able to live that. She could live that for Catrin as well, and that was enough for her.

“Oh, I almost forgot” Diane said before reaching out to Azriel so he could winnow her back to Velaris “Here, this is for you, child.”

It was Gwyn’s favorite book by Diane, “And So the Story Goes.” Inside, a handwritten note in a beautiful calligraphy:

For Gwyn,

I hope you find out what you knew all along.

DG.

She covered her grin with a trembling hand. It was too much, she felt like she could burst. It felt like happiness, but even more, it felt like hope. Reading those words, from someone whom she thought so highly of, it was the encouragement Gwyn needed to keep on going. She felt like she really was doing something right.

“Thank you”

Diane offered her a knowing smile before accepting Azriel’s extended hand, and the Priestess watched as they both vanished into the night, turning her look again to the dedication. She was re-reading it for maybe the 20th time when Az winnowed back, an unreadable expression at his face.

Gwyn felt her knees wobble all of a sudden as she put the book down to face him. Could he see it too? That faint light she now saw when looking at him? She didn’t know, and wasn’t ready to find out just yet.

“How…” She swallowed and he stood still, a few feet away from her. Bracing himself for her reaction, now that they were alone. “How did you… What…”

“It was Nesta and Emerie’s idea.” He said in answer, a soft smile in his beautiful, full lips. His hazel eyes were assessing her, brows slightly furrowed, as if trying to predict what she was thinking, what were she trying to say. In the moonlight, his tall, slender figure seemed to shine like a star, his strong arms and muscles showing themselves behind his slim shirt- Oh no, what was going on with her?

Get your shit together, Gwyneth.

“So, did you like it?”

His question pulled her away from her insistent thoughts, and she managed to look him straight in the eye before answering.

“Yes… Yes. I loved it.” When she smiled back, she saw his own broaden into a grin.

And at that sight, she beamed. He took a step at her direction, and Gwyn swore his shadows seemed to dance between them, swifting from their master to her in anticipation.

Before Gwyn’s brain could process what she was doing, she launched towards Azriel, covering their distance with quick steps and embracing him tight. She burrowed her head on the crook of his neck and felt his stiffened posture almost instantly relax, as he wrapped his steady arms around her. She felt everything: how warm his touch was, how soft the skin where her hands rested upon, how his breath on her ear and neck gave her goosebumps.

“This was the best birthday I ever had.” She ignored all of that, speaking quietly, her words muffled for she didn’t move her head from his shoulder.

She never thought she would feel comfortable hugging a male like that, but, for some reason, with Azriel she felt like she could stay there forever. No, not just for some reason. For a very specific one Gwyn had just find out, and it was still quite hard to believe. And that thought, that thought alone, was what made the reckless, carefree side of her lift her head and kiss him on the cheek softly, just once. “Thank you, Az.”

She saw his eyes widen just slightly, but before he could say anything, Gwyn parted their embrace and walked away without looking back. She could still feel his eyes on her long after she left the dining room, as though he was also thinking about the moment they both shared.

********

“So… What did you think about your birthday gift?” Nesta looked at her with a smirk. “Aren’t you proud of our idea?”

It was passed midnight now, and Emerie, Nesta and Gwyn were comfortably seated on the soft couches at the House’s private library, duvets and soft lighting making the space even cozier. They were sharing a gigantic chocolate cake, also gift of the House, and Gwyn took another sip at her sparkling wine, appreciating the heat burning down her throat.

“Oh, you outdid yourselves. She was amazing and so kind, and…”

“Wait” Emerie cut in, brows furrowed in confusion “She who?”

“Well, Diane.” As Nesta and Emerie exchanged glances, Gwyn felt the need to complement “Diane Gadot, my favorite author. I met her.”

Nesta squealed, eyes wide, and Emerie threw a cushion at Gwyn’s face in response.

“He did that?”

“Who, Azriel? Wasn’t that the gift?”

Emerie was laughing hysterically now, and Nesta shook her head, smirking in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this.”

“What? He told me you gave him the idea.”

“Well, yeah. It just wasn’t this one.” Nesta continued, as Emerie finally seemed to be calming down.

“Didn’t he give you the book? The autographed one?”

“Yes, she did. But it was after we dined and spent hours talking- well, I talked - to Diane.”

“I can’t believe this.” Nesta repeated, but she was smiling from ear to ear, and her tone was warm when she spoke “That Ilyrian bastard.”

“He was only supposed to give you the book. Both me and Nesta found it to be a real challenge considering how famous Diane was, but it seems we seriously underestimated Azriel.” Emerie chipped in, a smile still on her face as she looked to her Valkyrie sister.

Gwyn was also surprised, and couldn’t contain her grin as it grew wider. The fact that he would go to such lengths only to give her a birthday gift… And that the gift would turn out to be this amazing, magical thing… She suddenly felt the urge to leave her friends behind and go after him. She wondered what he was doing, how he felt when she kissed his cheek. If he felt anything close to what she did.

She shook that thought out of her mind as she continued the story, detailing almost everything that happened to Emerie and Nesta. She debated telling them about that invisible string she felt, the secret realization she had, but decided not to. Azriel needed to find out first; that was between them, and only them, even if he didn’t yet know. Even if Gwyn herself didn’t know what to do next. For some reason, the fact that there might be a “they” now brought Gwyn a quiet, glowing joy.

That day was the happier Gwyn had in a long, long while. And she was completely content with that.

[applestorms]

oh, this is fascinating. out of curiosity (and also for my own reference lol) here’s almost every major character’s name in the original japanese: (ft. a little informal japanese pronunciation guide cuz i got excited whoops)

ok so… from what i remember of my admittedly quite limited memory of this subject, pronunciation in japanese is actually pretty straightforward: i.e. all 5 vowels typically sound the same (see ref below) and there aren’t really syllables but moras, or rhythmic units of about equal length. so you don’t really emphasize any one sound in japanese, kinda sorta, though this is somewhat debatable. [insert link to funny video that i can’t currently find here.] ANYWAY.

first, a japanese vowels pronunciation guide:

A: like the a in “father” or “taught” (AH) - あ

I: like the ee in “meet” (EE) - い

U: like the oo “ooze” or “food” (OO) - う

E: like the e in “pet” or “debt” (EH) - え

O: like the o in “or” (OH) - お

consonants come in lines, e.g. the K line (ka/ki/ku/ke/ko) and S line (sa/shi/su/se/so), and you can basically just add the consonant right to the vowel with a few exceptions (shi, chi, tsu, fu, etc. also n can be on its own as ん). btw, hiragana and katakana cover the exact same alphabet sound-wise, the difference is just that katakana is usually used for foreign words. so そうだ (so-u-da), as in 「そうだ。僕がキサだ。」 is different from ソーダ (sō-da), the drink.

there’s also a weird little thing where if you have a small tsu, like in the word for school がっこう (romanized as gakkou, w/ a little repeating consonant usually) you just kinda pause/repeat the sound— tbh i have no fucking idea how to explain this through words alone so just look here for an audio ref if you’re super curious. and finally “ー” just means you extend the previous vowel sound for another beat (i’ll add the little line thing on top of vowels for this, like ō).

ok now, the actual names:

Light Yagami: 夜神 月 -> ya-ga-mi ra-i-to. obviously there’s the whole 月(typically つき/tsu-ki) = “Light” thing going on here.

L Lawliet: L・ローライト -> e-ru rō-ra-i-to. really, the ロー here almost sounds like “raw” when i say it out loud, accounting for the whole lack of distinction between R/L thing. like “rohh-raito.” this is where people get the “lowlight” pronunciation i think. personally, my instinct is to go “law-lee-ett,” but i’m also a filthy american, so. also note the katakana here, for a foreign name, not to mention the “L” itself. the “raito,” though… on the nose, yes, but at leas with some basis in canon lmfao.

Misa Amane: 弥 海砂 -> a-ma-ne mi-sa. note, there are no silent letters in japanese!! so e’s at the end of a word/name should always be said aloud, like “ah-mah-neh” in this case

Ryuk:リューク-> ryū-ku. again it’s in katakana which is kinda interesting. this is pretty straightforward since we usually call him ryuk, but i did see a fan translation that called him “Luke” once— maybe cuz of the katakana? lol.

Rem: レム -> re-mu. no notes, just her <3

Near/Nate River: ニア -> ni-a, ネイト・リバー -> ne-i-to ri-bā. the “nia” part of that is pretty well known by now in english speaking communities ig, if only cuz of use of the ship names meronia/niamero lol. speaking of,

Mello/Mihael Keehl: メロ -> me-ro, ミハエル・ケール -> mi-ha-e-ru kē-ru. looking at that now, i wonder if the name “Mihael” was picked for the end “e-ru,” to mimic a certain someone…

Matt/Mail Jeevas: マット -> mat-to (small tsu thing applies here), マイル・ジーヴァス -> ma-i-ru jī-ba-su. the mail to mile thing might make more sense looking at how “a” is pronounced here, “mAH-ee-ru.”

Watari/Quillish Wammy: ワタリ-> wa-ta-ri, キルシュ・ワイミー -> ki-ri-shu wa-i-mī. again note the katakana for both names

Kiyomi Takada: 高田 清美 -> ta-ka-da ki-yo-mi. pretty straightforward

Teru Mikami: 魅上 照 -> mi-ka-mi te-ru. again straightforward though the inclusion of “kami” is perhaps notable, if a bit on the nose lol

Soichiro Yagami: 夜神 総一郎 -> ya-ga-mi sō-i-chi-rō.

Touta Matsuda: 松田 桃太 -> ma-tsu-da tō-ta.

and some bonus…

Minoru Tanaka: 田中実 -> ta-na-ka mi-no-ru.

Beyond Birthday: ビヨンド・バースデイ-> bi-yo-n-do bā-su-de-i. the english words are clearly intended here lol

Raye Penber: レイ・ペンバー -> re-i pe-n-bā. i appreciate that his name is usually written in english as “Raye” to distinguish from the more japanese “Rei”

Shoko Maki/Naomi Misora: 間木 照子 -> ma-ki shō-ko, 南空 ナオミ -> mi-so-ra na-o-mi. never realized that she has kanji for her surname but katakana for her first name. fascinating.

Eraldo Coil: エラルド・コイル -> e-ra-ru-do ko-i-ru.

so, yeah. perhaps that explains some of the origins of the “true” pronunciations that people tend to bring up, though really you can do whatever you want to forever <33

it’s interesting to note that even in the original series (aka not the LABB murders novel), both the japanese & non-japanese names were intentionally made to be not super common/realistic, though ohba perhaps stuck to that rule a little less stringently than mr. “believe bridesmaid” or whatever the fuck

pronunciation

the one thing that upsets me about my dialect is that i automatically put emphasis on YAGami instead of yagAMi as it is intended, so i sound like a poser.

that being said, i don't consider canon pronounciation to be sacred. the way takada's english voice actor pronounces mihael keehl is absolutely sickening, and i refuse to call him anything but mi-hay-el k-ee-l.

amane is left up to the gods to decide. i will usually just stick with a-mayn, rather than ah-mah-nAY.

don't know what the fuck is going on with matt. while i do enjoy that the phonetics of his name are completely different to the pronunciation, how one gets from mail to mile is beyond me. i could say something about how mail and mihael's names sound very similar and uh. maybe that's because. uh. mattwasmadeformello. but i won't. not today anyway.

will we ever learn how to pronounce lawliet? will that ever be something we understand in our lifetimes? maybe one day in a hundred years when we are living in floating pods in space, someone will remember tumblr exists, log back on, and find this post. maybe they will have the answer after all that time. but for what it's worth, law-lee-et. i think low-light is a bit too on the nose.