#because it doesn’t look like the artist

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

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I ❤️ Medieval torture

[suzukiblu]

So like, I don’t actually remember where I first saw the concept of soulmates getting access to each other’s superpowers but I very much needed to write something about it. Especially because that thought gave me some thoughts about how certain characters' origins/powers have gotten retconned, and welllll . . . We'll just call this WIP behind the cut here "soulmate superpowers".

The real problem with the marked increase in the global population of superpowered individuals both on Earth and in reality in general is what happens when they meet their soulmates. And the problem also depends, depending on the kind of soulmate. With romantic and platonic soulmates, the problem only happens on and off, which is much more manageable. 

Familial soulmates, though . . . for those the problem isn’t just “sometimes”, and therefore isn’t quite as “manageable”. 

Cadmus didn’t really tell Experiment Thirteen much about how soulmates worked, though, so when the full Kryptonian powerset only kicked in after the Kid met the real, original Superman for the first time . . . 

Well. He hadn’t known that was something he maybe should’ve thought a little more about, at the time.

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“Wait up,” Serling Roquette says, staring down blankly at her tablet. She’s sixteen and crazy-weird and brand-new to Cadmus and showed up in wild clothes to apparently run the genetics department now that they’re under new management. Or something like that, Superboy guesses. He only signed on about five minutes before Roquette did, but she asked for a DNA sample to compare to his previous on-file samples and, like, cross-reference with them or whatever, he doesn’t know, he kinda stopped understanding what she was talking about by that point. “You’re supposed to have Kryptonian DNA in your setup?” 

“. . . uh,” Superboy says, because what kind of question is that? “Yeah? Like, no shit, doc, I didn’t get heat vision and ice breath from the human half.” 

Admittedly he is terrible with both of them, but he does have them. He just kinda avoids using them, is all. He fucks enough shit up with his TTK as it is; he doesn’t need to add frost damage and burny melty destruction on top of that. 

He’s thought about asking Superman for tips on ‘em a couple times, but he always feels real stupid when he does. Like, what kind of an even-only-half Kryptonian is he, if he can’t figure that shit out on his own? Superman did. And hell, even that asshole Henshaw did, and that prick isn’t even actually Kryptonian, he just– 

“This is human DNA, youngblood,” Roquette says, looking up at him. “Like, literally all human DNA. Real heavily augmented human DNA, we're talking ultra-crush gravity here, but like–you know, like somebody tried to forge the artist’s signature, but they didn’t actually think to use the right pen?” 

“What?” Superboy says blankly. 

“Do people not actually ever look at your DNA?” Roquette says. “Is that not a thing? You’re a clone, how are people not ever actually looking at your DNA?” 

“People look at it all the time,” Superboy says, still thrown off by what it sounds like she’s saying. That’s–he’s not–what is she saying? 

“Are they, like, mad stupid, then?” Roquette asks skeptically, wrinkling her nose and raising an eyebrow. “It’s literally the wrong pen. It’s the wrong ink. It’s not even a pen!” 

“I have literally no idea what you’re sayin’, Doc,” Superboy says, staring blankly at her. 

“I’m saying you’re about as Kryptonian as a human can get, which is literally zero point zero percent,” Roquette replies frankly, half-waving her tablet at him. “Whoever built you–” 

“Mostly Dabney Donovan, unfortunately,” Superboy says. 

“–okay, well, is Dabney Donovan as much of a lying shithead as I’ve always heard?” Roquette asks, waving her tablet at him again. “Because the data supports him being a lying shithead. He twisted your genes through a Kryptonian-shaped mold, maybe, but they’re still human genes. Fully and totally and like, seriously, does no one ever look at your DNA?” 

“I’m just human?” Superboy says blankly. “I–no I’m not! I have Kryptonian powers!” 

“Yeah, about that,” Roquette says. “No you don’t.” 

“What?” he says. She flips her tablet to face him; stabs a brightly-manicured nail emphatically at a bunch of figures and graphs he can’t understand at all. 

“You don’t have a single superpower except for tactile telekinesis,” she replies, frank and matter-of-fact. “None nada nothing and zip zilch zero. Genetically speaking, you are a highly-specialized highly-flexible telekinetic, but that’s it. That’s all you got in the playbook, youngblood."

Superboy stares at her. She keeps holding her tablet up like he’s gonna just suddenly magically understand what all the figures and graphs on it mean. 

“What?” he repeats, and feels like a fucking idiot about it. 

“When did you get the Kryptonian powers?” Roquette asks. “Like, did you come straight out the cloning solution with those, or . . . ?” 

“I didn’t get any yellow sun in development,” Superboy says, feeling–disconnected, sort of, and a little numb. What does–that doesn’t–he’s Superman’s clone. Like, only halfway, but– 

If he’s not Superman’s clone . . . is he just made out of that piece of shit Westfield, if . . . ? 

“Okay,” Roquette says. “So did you get the powers soon as you hit daylight, then?” 

“No,” he says. “I didn’t–not until–” 

When did they start kicking in? It took a few weeks or so, he knows. Maybe . . . maybe a little bit longer? It was– 

“Did it happen before you met Big Blue, or after?” Roquette asks real pointedly, and Superboy thinks he stops thinking, maybe. Just–everything in his head disappears all at once, and his mind goes totally blank, and . . . and he . . . 

“I’m not–I–” he tries to say, and doesn’t even know what he is trying to say. 

“Yeah,” Roquette says. “Like I said. You don’t have Kryptonian powers. You’ve got your soulmate’s powers.” 

Superboy stares at her for one more second, then bolts out of the lab without another word.

[ink-stainedkiss]

Tattoo Artist Satoru Gojo Headcannons

*Not proofread sorry I got to excited and immediately wanted to post this.*

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who is ecstatic when you walk through his shop doors. As you scan the lobby, looking at different tattoo ideas, Gojo sneakily walks over to his employee, who is mainly the receptionist, but he tells her to take a break since she’s working so hard.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who listens very carefully to your explanation. His eyes scanning over your form to uh…get an understanding of where you want the tattoo, yeah, that’s right. He quickly perks up when you tell him you want the ink on your ribs, your hand tracing right under your breast.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who flirts with you shamelessly while others in the room work on their clients.

“So you want it on your ribs, huh?” He asks, inspecting the reference photo you brought in for him. You hum in confirmation,���Yes, is that going to be a problem?” The artist shakes his head,”No not at all, but I’m supposed to tell you that it’s not going to feel amazing.”

Gojo watches as you start to pull up your hoodie sleeve, revealing your arm covered in gorgeous drawings,”I think I’ll handle it.” Gojo gave you a smirk, but on the inside he was still gawking at your arm. If you too were alone, he probably wouldn’t be able to help himself. He stepped back from the counter, slyly lifting his arms to “stretch”, and doesn’t mind how you peek at the slip of skin from his lifted shirt. To add the cherry on top, he catches your eyes, and gives you a flirty wink.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who has to bite his own fist to contain any crude sounds from escaping as you walk past, telling him,”I came here to get a tattoo, pretty boy, not to be teased.”

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who trails after you like an excited puppy to the back tables. He tells you to take off your hoodie, hoping that after he can tell you to take off more. You clearly aren’t shy, because even the way you take off you jacket makes you ten times hotter.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who believes he hit the mother load as he sees the scattered markings of tattoos across your body, since you so gratefully decided to wear a tank top to his store. As he preps the stencil, he can’t help but take glances as you hop up onto the bed. His eyes linger on your bra strap, noting the scarlet material shining through your practically transparent tank top.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who has to keep his face neutral when he asks you to lift your top. His jaw tightens at the sight of your bare skin and he has to tell himself to be professional. It’s just so hard when you're laid out on his medical bed and looking so, so, perfect.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who chuckles when you let out a small squeak as he applies the cold sterile wipe on your skin, his azure eyes locking onto your for only a second, before he’s looking away. The tension in the room is thick and he loves every second of it.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who loves seeing you flustered by his intense staring.

He tilts his head and gives you a sultry smile, asking,”Are you ready?” His mouth twisting in a lazy grin. You open your mouth to respond, but you can’t, instead you look away, a blush reaching your cheeks,”Mhm.” You hate how his small laughs make your heart flutter.

He begins to trace your tattoo, but as the needle hits your skin, you inhale sharply. Of course it’s not pleasant, but it wasn’t agonizing. Gojo flicks his eyes back and forth, checking in on you and making sure he doesn’t mess up your tattoo. As he glides the tool down, it hits a spot that makes you gasp, impulsively grabbing ahold of Gojo’s hand that rests on your stomach. He doesn’t mind, hell, he loves the fact that your using his hand as a vice. His smirk grows as you squeeze his hand each time the needle punctures your skin a bit too hard.

To soothe you, his thumb gently caresses your skin, and it seems to work.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who praises you immensely once the tattoo is done. He finds the sparkle in your eye as you stare at the ink in the large mirror adorable. While most will say he’s just charming you, he honestly finds you stronger than most that walk in. Especially because it was a rib tattoo. He’s seen some men that have gotten the same and walk out of the shop with tear stains coating their cheeks. But you didn’t even need one break.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who grins as you examine your new tattoo in the mirror.

“Ya know, it kinda matches mine.” Without waiting a second, Gojo is lifting his shirt, making you go beet red. His abs make their way into your vision, but the artist is turning around before you can look any longer. There on his back are beautiful marks, etching from his shoulder blacks, to the bottom of his back.And dear god, it’s gorgeous. Everything. The ink to just his figure. He’s large. You reach out a hand to feel, but you instinctively yank it back, embarrassed at your actions.

Gojo had seen it in the mirror and chuckled under his breath,”It’s alright, you can touch. I don’t bite.” He purred,”Unless you want me too.”You were speechless by his boldness. It was super hot, but you wouldn’t tell him that. You hesitated, but the tattoo was practically calling to you. Finally, your soft fingers traced over the sketches, making Gojo let out a shaky breath.

You started at his shoulders, dragging down till you hit his spine. Gojo obviously had a sensitive spot, because you were sure you heard a muffled groan.Gaining more confidence, you use both hands, massaging his sculpted back,”It's breathtaking.” That’s it. That’s all Gojo needed to snap, because in an instant he’s flipping around, stealing your lips in a hot and needy kiss.

Tattoo Artist!Gojo who makes his employees question why your tattoo is taking so long and why his room is locked…

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Alright I gotta talk about this one too.

I already went over the changes made from the storyboards of Octavia’s song, I Will Be Okay, to the show proper. Well, there were also storyboards of Octavia’s confrontation with Stolas at the palace.

I made the mistake of not crediting the storyboard artist in my first post—the sequence I’ll be taking about was boarded by Sophia Magallanes Morales, a phenomenal artist who also did I Will Be Okay’s storyboards.

I wanted to talk about Sophia’s storyboards for when Octavia goes no contact with Stolas because they are, in my opinion, leagues better than what was in the actual episode. I think a LOT was lost from the decision to cut parts of her storyboards, and to go over it, because I really think it’s shame.

We can actually see this change in quality within the first few seconds of the final scene in the show as opposed to the boards:

Right after the fight, Stolas runs to Via. He quickly catches up to her as she walks away, and tells her how proud he is of her and pulls her into a hug. We can tell Stolas is concerned about her and eager to get back in touch.

Now let’s look at Sophia’s boards (comparison continues below)

This scene has so, so much more tension and emotional weight to it. We see exactly how desperate Stolas is to get in contact with Octavia, how in this moment he needs to catch up with her, how urgently he needs to let her know how proud he is and how much he loves her.

He runs so fast that he almost stumbles and falls, so fast that once he does finally catch up to her he has to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

And then he pulls her into a tight hug and we actually get to see his joy at reconnecting with her. We see how proud he is of her. He’s so proud that he has a hard time expressing it first, staring with “I—“ and then just starts over telling her how brave she’s been.

These boards also give us Octavia’s reactions. We see her after the fight staring solemnly in her father’s direction, before she slowly turns away. She doesn’t react to Stolas calling out to her, ignoring him. Once Stolas finally catches her though, she turns back to him slowly, and we can see in her reaction that she is definitely dealing with a lot of feelings.

Sophia is excellent at conveying complex emotions through characters expressions. To me, Octavia expression shows her hurt at Stolas’ neglect, her disbelief that he actually came after her, her confusion as to why he suddenly acting like he cares about her now, her fear that he’ll lie to her again. I think it shows us SO MUCH about what she’s feeling in just a few frames, and that is amazing.

Compared to the final episode, I get so much more information about what Stolas and Octavia are feeling in this moment! The boards show their perspectives on what’s just happened, it shows their current states of mind given the events of the episode!

The direction and movement of the boards are also fantastic, I can tell that Octavia feels forlorn and is tired and done with waiting for Stolas to care about her. I can tell that Stolas is prioritizing Octavia above all else in this moment, that he may regret how long it’s taken him to get to her, how overjoyed and relieved he is to hug her again.

Of course these are only MY interpretations, but regardless there is so much more expression and emotional tension in the boards, as opposed to the final episode where Stolas catches up to Octavia quickly and immediately hugs her while saying he’s proud of her.

In both versions this scene is only a few seconds, but the boards just have so much more depth and in my opinion make for a much, much more impactful scene.

I have NO idea why they chose to cut these storyboards so the way they did. The only reasons that make sense to me would be due to time and budget, and if so it really sucks that we had to lose such a powerful scene.

I think I’ll be making more posts comparing this scene’s storyboards to the final episode because Spindlehorse cut so much of Sophia’s boards, and it not only makes me sad, but also makes me wonder what other emotionally engaging Helluva Boss scenes we’ve lost.

It’s just a real shame.

Again, I’m not saying the final animated episode looks bad. The animation is still stellar! The animators did a great job! I just think it’s a waste to have cut so much out of these scenes.

[funlovinzara]

Haikyuu boys and what you’d get them for christmas !!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVERYONE i hope everyone has an amazing christmas tomorrow!!

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Hinata

A new volleyball for him to practice at home with, and a mini duck lamp. Obviously he was extremely happy with the volleyball you got him and reportedly, he sleeps with the duck lamp on every night! You came over often and he played volleyball with you, he went easy every single time. He thanked you by taking you out to a cafe and getting your favorite dessert.

Kageyama

A milk keychain and a pair of black roller skates, odd isn’t it? You would have thought he would have been really good at using them, but he fell on his face as soon as he gained his balance on them. Given time in about a month or so, he got really well and he uses them everyday after school to get to volleyball practice. Even if it isn’t far from campus by foot, he likes to slowly glide in them while listening to his favorite songs. He thanked you by giving you the most tightest hug, in private of course.

Tsukki

A miffy plush with glasses and a sketchbook. At first he had no reaction, maybe a blush but it wasn’t very visible. He just said thank you and took it home with him. He sleeps with the plushie by his side every night, and with the sketchbook he does use it when he gets home from volleyball practice. Tsukishima doesn’t look like much of an artist, he’s much more of a doodler. When his brain is fried and he needs to relax he just doodles what he can think of, he’s doodled you a few times. But he never shows you…eventually he thanks you by giving you a kiss on the forehead!

Kuroo

A new black kitten and a detangling hair comb for his monstrous bed hair. He was absolutely in love with his new cat and he gave you a massive hug, showering you in kisses. For the detangling comb…it broke. Its like his hair has a mind of its own, he says he’s never able to style it because it just goes back to how it was (pretty sure thats cannon, he can almost never fix his bed hair!!) but even so he still appreciated it. He took you out shopping to buy toys and food for the cat!

[undertalecookingwithkindness]

A Very Merry Christmas from The Eclipse!

It's that time of the year again! A time of merriment, jolliness and generosity! A time of hot cocoa, candy canes and gingerbread! A time of KINDNESS! It's Christmas!!!!

The staff at The Eclipse is getting everything ready for a big celebration, as you can see! The Christmas cheer is really flowing, though someone should probably go help Luna untangle themself from the Christmas lights... Still, why don't we have a look under the tree and at the gifts... Oh! It looks like one of them has your name on it! I wonder what it is?

Surprise! It's an update on Undertale Cooking With Kindness!

(Hmm, you don't look very surprised, were you shaking the gift box to figure out what was in it?)

UPDATE

It feels like we've been pretty quiet since the Halloween Update, huh? And that's for a good reason. As many of you may be intimately familiar with, the first chunk of December tends to be a time not of holly jolly cheer, but of hellish torture. Yes, I'm of course talking about

EXAM SEASON!!!

Indeed, many of our team members, myself included, were focusing on exams and schoolwork all of December and much of November, so very little progress has been made. Still, that doesn't mean no progress was made. We've got a lot to how off for you all today, but first, we've got a new team member to introduce you to.

Welcome our new artist and spriter: LightMoonCream! They drew Sunny in the Christmas illustration! You may be familiar with them from their work on Nighfell, but they've decided to hop on board the wild ride that is bringing The Eclipse to life! In the spirit of Christmas, let's all give them a very merry welcome to the team!

Speaking of very merry welcomes... It appears there's someone else that needs some introducing, I'm sure you've noticed him in the illustration or in the previous post that teased him, but it's finally time to properly introduce you to...

Courier!

Courier will be helping out with deliveries in the Eclipse. After all, everyone in the underground deserves a taste of the food at the Eclipse no matter how close or far they may live. Mawzz understood the potential in incorporating a delivery service into the business, so he called up one of his debtors goons employees. Courier will be flying you all across the Underground to help you deliver orders put in by customers.

According to Mawzz, and to his uniform, he used to work for the Underground Postal Service, but was fired for unknown reasons. He doesn’t talk about why that happened, but his firing does create a very shady gap in his resume...

Courier is a very outwardly serious and brooding monster. He’s here for business, not to make friends. However… he does have quite a few things that break through that cold exterior. He’s a little embarrassed about it, but he just can’t resist the allure of a shiny coin or of some sweet treat. Give him what he wants, and he may just open up a little bit. Just a bit though. The mask of coolness may be a façade, and perhaps not exactly a convincing one, but it’s one he’s committed to, damn it!

I suppose we should take a small aside to introduce deliveries. Staying in one place in the underground is cozy and all, but don't you feel like you're missing out on some fun exploration? Well, in deliveries, you'll leave the Eclipse and head off to familiar areas of the Underground to try and give a loyal customer their food. Sounds simple, right? What could possibly go wrong!

Do keep in mind, though, deliveries aren't planned to be included in the first demo. Still, that doesn't mean we have nothing to show off related to them.

You know what time it is? Get your carolling books out, because it's time for the

MUSIC SECTION

One of the areas you'll be making an excursion into for deliveries is the quaint and quiet Snowdin Town. The town is even smaller than the one you know in Undertale, so the new remix is even simpler sounding to match. A homely snow-filled paradise where everyone knows each other and is merry... It's quite appropriate, don't you think? It really fits the vibe of the season.

It's cold out there alone... The wind cuts into you and won't let you forget how small you are, won't let you forget the pain of the path you chose for yourself. You had a choice between comfort and the cold, and now your only company is the chill of the flurry.

UPDATED TRACKS!

An updated version of the intro theme courtesy of Venn November (or is December?) It's not an immediately noticeable difference, but once you listen to the old version and the new version back to back, it's clear to see. Close your eyes and imagine the epic intro that could be attached to this song...

Ok, now open them again, we've got one more updated track to show off:

At last, Customer Approaching is finally out of the draft stage and is complete! I hope you enjoy this theme, cause as you work your daily shifts at The Eclipse, you'll become very familiar with this song. Hey, would you rather listen to this on loop for a couple of minutes or the same Christmas playlist on loop for weeks? You gotta give our real retail workers their flowers!

Ok, that's enough music talk for now, it's time to actually talk about the progress on the game!

GAME PROGRESS

As I said before, progress was stunted somewhat during the past few months, but that doesn't mean we haven't done anything. In fact... It is with great pride and joy that I announce that the cooking system is almost complete! Yes, the bones of the cooking system have been all mostly put in place and stress-tested. You can almost complete a full day of work at The Eclipse. We've implemented the timer, customer waves, the functional COOK button, and a handful of minigames. We're currently hard at work implementing the final piece of the foundation of our unique gameplay: Recipes and Reputation/Prestige! To talk more in depth about this, please welcome our resident back-end coding and implementation expert: Moist!

"The primary 'battle' system is underpinned by a custom-built module that tracks Sunny's progress as they prepare a meal for a customer of The Eclipse, keeps a repository of all the recipes sunny is capable of making stored nice and safe their head, and calculates how well they've done afterward. In the final release, You may be able to cook more complex recipes in later days. As it stands, early recipes will be less complex, but the handler seems fairly stable in its current state!"

— moist

There you have it, in the coming weeks we'll finish implementing this final piece, and at that point the cooking system will be complete! From there, it's just a matter of creating the encounters and waves, stress-testing and polishing, and voilá! We'll be able to show off entirely finalized days of cooking, and from there we'll be all set up to start proper work on the demo.

But what about beyond cooking? What's progress looking like on the overworld, cutscenes and etc.?

Well, we've got a lot of the maps from the demo, well, not done, but set up for integration as we move our focus into cutscene and scene creation. In fact, ignoring some unfinished cutscenes, the map for the game's intro area is complete! Hopefully with some elbow grease from me and the rest of the team in the coming months, those cutscenes will be completed, and the demo maps we're still missing will be set up.

In short, while we were slowed down for the past few months, it seems as if these next few months are going to be very productive for us. Everything seems to be coming up Sunny!

One final thing before we sign off... I'm sure everybody's clamouring for some sort of release date for the demo, but despite all the work we've done, we can't promise an exact date. All we know is that we're hoping to be able to release the first demo in late 2025, but we can't confidently assure you that that will happen. As always, though, if you think you can help that happen, do send me a DM on Discord (shadowofroserade) with an application to join the team.

However, we would still like to announce a planned release date for something else. If all goes according to plan the reveal trailer for Undertale Cooking with Kindness should come out in January*, so stay seated everybody! We've got an appetizer to die for coming up!

*while that is the current plan, it is quite possible that it will be delayed into February depending on future circumstances.

Until then...

Kind Regards,

The Eclipse.

[animalphotorefs]

hello!

i had a question regarding the photo repository and my specific art techniques

i like to make art pieces by digitally tracing the outlines of an animal in a photo and then painting inside those outlines [but when i say outlines, they're often very detailed/still look a lot like the original animal], and i've had people ask to commission these types of pieces from me. does this count as transformative use for the purposes of your photos?

thanks either way, and happy holidays if y'all celebrate!

Glad you asked! I’ll do a full post soon on the copyright language I used for those terms and why, but the TL;DR is yes, what you’re doing absolutely qualifies and you’re welcome to use the photos.

The goal with those terms is to say hey, if you’re making art that doesn’t involve feeding photos into an AI, you’re in the clear. That could be tracing them or making a collage or photoshopping David Tennant into places he’s really not supposed to be. Literally any art practice that changes, adds, removes, remixes, re-imagines… it all counts!

What I ask people to check with me first about is using the whole photos without any artistic interpretation or changes - and I only care about that because it helps me retain control of the copyright for them. So like if someone scrapes a whole ton of the photos for their own site, they can’t claim they just “found them online and didn’t know ownership” because I’ve talked to anyone who reposted them and made sure there’s appropriate credit listed. This doesn’t mean you can’t use them for that sort of thing! I’ve so far approved every request of that type, such as folk using photos for moodboards, typesetting, 3D modeling, and home-use game board pieces. I plan to continue to say yes as often as possible. Just drop me a note to ask. (I suggest folks shoot a quick email for this type of request so I have a record of saying yes).

So please do go forth and use the repository photos for your art! Tagging me/hyperlinking the site isn’t mandatory if you post it online but, spoiler, it makes my day to see what people create!

[bokutosbabe]

It said requests are open so here I am 🥲 no need to do it if you're busy 😅❤️

My top song was Because by Changbin and Felix and top artist was Stray kids (I mean I was crazy about them this year but still Lana has a special place in my heart 😭💕)

Thank you for your awesome writing! 🌟✨🔥

Hi!!

if your top song was Because by Changbin and Felix, I'd pair you with...

rensuke kunigami

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i want nothing more

♡ a/n ��� for my spotify wrapped event - masterlist -

♡ content — rensuke kunigami x gn! reader, gn! reader, post-wildcard kunigami, manga spoilers!!!, kunigami knows he's changed, established relationship

♡ synopsis — kunigami rensuke wasn't the same as when he left, but you don't care. you'd be by his side through hell if he wanted you to be.

It’s late, and the room is quiet except for the faint hum of the heater kicking in. You’re sitting on the edge of Kunigami’s couch, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater, watching him out of the corner of your eye. He’s barely spoken since he got back from his workout—just a clipped “I’m back,” before he disappeared to shower. Now he sits across from you, his body rigid, his sharp eyes fixed on the floor, lost in thought.

He’s different now. You knew that the moment you saw him again after Blue Lock. The warmth in his gaze had been replaced by something harder, darker. His voice, once steady and calm, now carried an edge, as if every word cost him something.

But tonight, he seems... tired. Not in the physical sense—Kunigami’s body is as strong as ever, maybe even stronger—but something inside him feels frayed, like he’s spent too long keeping it all together.

“Rensuke,” you say softly, leaning forward. He doesn’t look up. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he mutters.

You sigh. This was becoming a pattern. You’d ask, he’d deflect, and the distance between you would stretch a little further each time. But tonight, something in you snaps. You can’t let him keep shutting you out.

“It’s not nothing,” you press, your voice firmer now. “You’ve been like this for weeks—barely talking, barely looking at me. I know things are different, but—”

“They’re not different,” he cuts in sharply, his head snapping up to meet your gaze. His eyes are blazing now, frustration and something else—guilt, maybe?—swirling in them. “I’m different. And you know it.”

You stare at him, your heart aching at the weight in his words. He looks away again, his jaw clenched tight, his hands balled into fists on his knees.

“You didn’t used to be like this,” you say, your voice trembling slightly. “You used to let me in. You used to—”

“I can’t be that person anymore,” he interrupts, his voice low, almost a growl. “That person is gone. And I can’t... I can’t go back.”

The silence that follows is deafening. You feel the sting of his words like a slap, but you also see the cracks forming in his armor—the way his shoulders sag, the way his fists loosen slightly.

“Maybe you can’t go back,” you say quietly, moving to sit beside him. “But you don’t have to shut me out, Rensuke. I’m still here. I still...” You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. “I still care about you. No matter how much you’ve changed.”

He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away again, but then his head drops into his hands, his fingers tangling in his hair.

“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to be with you when I don’t even know who I am.”

Your chest tightens at the vulnerability in his words. Slowly, you reach out, your hand hovering over his shoulder before finally resting there. He flinches at the contact but doesn’t pull away.

“You don’t have to figure it out alone,” you say softly. “I’m here, Rensuke. I’ve always been here.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, he turns to look at you. His eyes are still filled with conflict, but there’s something else there now too—something softer, more familiar.

He doesn’t say anything, but the way he leans into your touch speaks volumes. It’s not a resolution, not yet. But it’s a start.

And for now, that’s enough.

wildcard kunigami i hate and love you all the same

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[darksturnz]

does artist!chris fw cats

OHMYGOSH i literally wrote a blurb about this last night LOL.

The trailer park playground isn’t much of a playground, really. Rusted swings squeal in protest with every gust of wind, and the slide is more tetanus hazard than fun. You’re here because Lila begged, her tiny hand clutching yours like a lifeline. Her green-brown eyes are wide with excitement, and you can’t say no to her—not when she looks at you like that.

Lila darts toward the swings, her brown curls bouncing as she skips over cracks in the gravel. You follow slowly, letting her lead the way. The playground is quiet, the kind of quiet that usually makes your skin crawl. But Lila’s chatter keeps the eerie silence at bay.

And then, she freezes.

“Star!” she whispers, barely audible but filled with the kind of urgency that sends your pulse spiking. “Look!”

You step closer, crouching down beside her. That’s when you see it—huddled beneath the crooked slide, a tiny ball of black fur with too-big green eyes staring up at you. A kitten.

Lila gasps, her excitement barely contained. “It’s a baby cat!” she exclaims, her voice trembling with wonder. She drops to her knees, gravel crunching beneath her, and reaches out a tentative hand.

“Careful,” you say, though your own heart is pounding in a way that feels entirely too childish for someone your age. The kitten doesn’t move, just blinks up at Lila like it’s too tired to be scared.

Lila’s hand brushes the kitten’s fur, and it lets out the softest meow you’ve ever heard. That’s it. Game over. You’re both done for.

“We have to keep it,” Lila declares, scooping the kitten into her arms with the kind of gentleness you wouldn’t expect from a six-year-old. She cradles it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, and you can already see the stubborn gleam in her eye.

“Lila,” you start, trying for a tone of authority. It doesn’t stick. “We can’t just—”

“Look at her!” Lila interrupts, holding the kitten up like it’s some kind of holy relic. The kitten’s green eyes meet yours, and you’re hit with a wave of something warm and unsteady. Maybe it’s the way it doesn’t even try to squirm away, like it already knows you’re safe.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” you mutter, half to yourself. Lila grins like she’s won.

Chris is under his car when you and Lila return to the trailer. His legs stick out awkwardly from beneath the Tempest, black jeans streaked with oil. The sharp smell of gasoline lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of December.

“Chris!” Lila yells, and you wince at the volume. She barrels toward him, the kitten clutched to her chest like a teddy bear.

“Careful!” you call after her, though it’s pointless. Lila drops to her knees beside Chris’s car and shouts his name again, her excitement spilling over in every direction.

Chris groans, rolling out from under the car with a wrench in one hand and a scowl already forming. “What?” he snaps, though it loses its edge the second he sees Lila’s face. His eyes flick to you, then to the kitten. He freezes.

“What the hell is that?” he asks, his voice flat, but there’s an edge of something else in it—something sharp and nervous that makes your chest tighten.

“It’s a kitten!” Lila announces, beaming like she’s just discovered the cure for world hunger. She thrusts the kitten toward Chris, who leans back like it’s radioactive.

“No,” he says, almost before the word is out of her mouth. “Absolutely not.”

Lila’s face falls, her bottom lip jutting out in the kind of pout that could crumble nations. “But Chris—”

“No,” he says again, standing up and wiping his hands on a rag. He won’t look at the kitten. Or you. “It’s not staying here.”

“Why not?” Lila demands, her voice trembling. “She’s tiny and cold and she needs us!”

“She needs someone who’s not us,” Chris retorts, crossing his arms. His gaze flickers to the kitten for the briefest second before snapping back to Lila. “We don’t have room. Or money. Or—”

“Or a heart,” you interrupt, your voice dripping with faux innocence. You’re not sure why you’re teasing him; maybe it’s the way his shoulders stiffen every time the kitten moves. “Scared of a sweet little kitten, Chris?”

“Not scared,” he replied quickly, his tone sharp. “Just don’t like ‘em.”

Lila giggled, tilting her head. “You’re totally scared! It’s so tiny, though. What’s it gonna do? Bite you?”

Chris glared at her, his lips twitching as though he were holding back a retort. “I’m not scared,” he repeated, his voice tight.

“Sure,” Star said, crossing her arms. “You just don’t like it, right?”

“Exactly,” Chris said, his tone clipped.

The kitten chose that moment to let out a faint meow, and Chris flinched ever so slightly. Lila and Star exchanged amused looks, Lila’s giggle bubbling over again.

“See? You’re scared!” Lila teased, stepping closer to him with the kitten.

“Don’t bring it near me!” Chris snapped, his voice raising just a fraction.

“Why not?” You ask, feigning innocence.

Chris ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Because I said so. And it’s not staying here.” He pointed at Lila. “Take it to the shelter. Or findsomeone else who wants it. But it’s not my problem.”

“Sure,” you say, drawing the word out. You crouch down beside Lila, mirroring her wide-eyed expression. “It’s okay to admit you’re scared, Chris. Fear is a natural human emotion.”

He glares at you, but there’s no real heat in it. “It’s not fear. It’s common sense. Cats are—” He waves a hand vaguely, like he can’t even articulate what’s wrong with them. “They’re weird.”

“Weird?” Lila echoes, clutching the kitten tighter. “She’s perfect! Look at her little face!”

Chris mutters something under his breath and turns back to his car, clearly done with the conversation.

“So she can stay?” Lila asks, her voice hopeful.

“No,” Chris says without turning around. “Not happening.”

Lila pouted, hugging the kitten protectively to her chest. “But Chris—”

“No,” he interrupted firmly. “End of discussion.”

Lila looks up at you, her eyes brimming with disappointment. You sigh, already feeling the weight of what you’re about to say.

“She can come home with me,” you offer, reaching out to pet the kitten’s soft fur. 

Lila’s face lights up again, and she throws her arms around you, kitten and all. 

She pulled back and reached up, carefully handing the kitten to you. “You’re gonna be a great mom to it,” she said earnestly.

Chris snorted from where he was bent over the engine again. “Yeah, sure. A real cat whisperer.”

You ignored him, cradling the kitten close. It nuzzled into your jacket, its small body relaxing for the first time.

“C’mon, Lila,” you say, turning to leave. “Let’s go get this little guy some food.”

“Okay!” Lila chirped, skipping after you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you felt the kitten’s soft purrs against your chest. You didn’t need to say it out loud to know—you’d just made a new little friend. And, though he’d never admit it, Chris’s reaction had made the whole thing even better.

You glance back once, just in time to see Chris watching you from under the hood of his car. He looks away quickly, like he wasn’t staring in the first place.

“Coward,” you mutter, but there’s no bite to it. If anything, it feels like a victory.

AUTHORS NOTE: it’ll grow on him like he’s a dad who swore he hated the family dog but cuddles it at night (my father)

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[cheriladycl01]

Quirk #4

Here is my fourth quirk idea! Feel free to use this in your fanfics (just give me credit if you directly got it from me) obviously I know however I’m not the only creative person in the world and that some people may have also had these ideas before me!

Quirk: Manifestation of Illustration

This quirk could work two ways.

Number 1 where’d she’d be similar to Tamaki where the illustrations on her body can manifest onto her. So if she had a tiger tattoo she can get tiger ability’s or turn into one.

Number 2 would be that she can bring to life ‘manifest’ anything drawn by her or on her. So it would kind of work like Megumi from Jujitsu Kaisen Demon Dogs do, mixed with Momo’s creation abilities. She has dogs tattooed on her. She can send them out as scouts. She has a dagger drawn on her, she can make it into a real dagger to use etc.

Or both if you want her OP (one can be like a quirk awakening later down the book?)

This entails:

- Objects Creation

- Object Morphing

- Animal Characteristics etc

Weaknesses

- Can only use a certain amount of ink at one time. The ink is kind of like blood to her if she looses too much ink, she will faint or pass out.

- If a tattoo is destroyed, like a dagger is snapped or a deck of cards is burned she will feel that in her body.

- If an object manifested gets lost on the real world she can’t ever tattoo over it again or use that object again.

- She can’t use it like Tamakis quirk where he can choose which bit of his body changes into what he ate. For girlie it’s all or nothing so she either turns fully into the animal tattooed on herself or she can only use their characteristics (echolocation from a dolphin, strength from a dung beetle etc)

- if she doesn’t have it tattooed she has to spend time drawing it on paper, and when she’s rushing her artistic skills can falter (she’s learned this from traumatising experiences)

Strengths

- As long as she has a tattoo of it she can pretty much manifest anything into existence. (Her classmates or prohero friends would joke about ‘useless tattoos’ until they find out it’s something they need)

- Because of the ease when it comes to drawing weapons she trained to learn how to not solely rely on her quirk, so she’s actually able to use the weapons effectively that she draws.

- very powerful quirk, top 5 hero kinda powerful.

Hero Name:

The Embodiment Hero: Bodice

Zodiac: Leo

Ethnic Background: French / Japanese

Height: 5ft 8

Weight: 134ibs

Style: Tomboy

Physical Traits: Lots of tattoos everywhere and they get more random the more you look.

Mannerisms: She rolls her eyes all the time, you compliment her, expect and eye roll, you tell her you’ve just killed five citizens and her cousin was one of them, expect an eye roll, her food comes out wrong at a restaurant, expect and eye roll.

Favourite:

Food: Coq au Vin

Drink: Champagne

Colour: Grey

Weather: Snow

Possession: Dagger

Morning Routine:

She has two diaries, one where she’ll draw out how she thinks and expects her day to go and then another one where it’s how it actually went.

Hobbies:

Painting and Hikes

Special Skills:

Drawing duh!

Pet Peeves:

Chatty Strangers

Bad At:

Opening up to people, bit of a closed book!

Biggest Fear:

Her ability to draw one day going, or not enjoying it anymore.

Greatest Flaw:

She’s a massive smoker!

Goals:

To eradicate the need for a hero society (ie no large scale villains means no need for hero’s)

Who I see them with:

Guys - HAWKS, Denki

Girls - MS JOKE , Kendo

[starlightshadowsworld]

I’ve been thinking about that whole incorporating my culture into my knits and stuff.

And my brain has latched on and will not let go off the gloves with mehndi (henna) designs on them idea.

And despite having no plans to make them I thought about what they’d look like. Specifically what the colours would be from the yarn I already have.

I settled on purple for the main colour for the gloves. And I was struggling with the contrasting colour for the mehndi design.

It would need to be bright and the same yarn weight. I don’t have a lot of colours that fit that bill. I thought of maybe using light green for a bit.

And then I remembered I had some yellow. The combination of purple and yellow instantly made me think of Rapunzel. And that is so hilarious to me.

For those that don’t know a while back there was a fan cast (emphasis on fan) for a live action Tangled movie.

With Avantika Vandanapu, an Indian American actress being fan casted as Rapunzel. Again, fan cast it wasn’t real nor is there a live action tangled currently in the works.

But racist white folk took it like gospel and were pissed the fuck off.

And incase you wanna be like oh they were probably upset because Rapunzel is a German fairytale so they wanted a German person should play her.

You’re giving people too much credit. You know how I know it was about racism? Because these same people were saying “someone like” Avantika would fit the role of Mother Gothel much better.

Tells ya everything doesn’t it?

I’ve seen so many videos of white women breaking down at the idea of a brown woman hypothetically playing Ranpunzel.

And singing, they’re always singing a song from the movie. While they cry about how they can’t cope knowing that woman will (hypothetically) play Rapunzel.

Cringe.

So yeah if these gloves ever get made these have to be the colours. Not only does is it a pretty colour combination but that’s just a certain kind of artistic spite that I love.

[empirearchives]

Self-Portrait with Napoleon Hat (Sunset), between 1907-1910

By Lajos Gulácsy (1882-1932), Hungarian artist

(Kieselbach)

[vanhelsingapologist]

Publishing has always been a fucking nightmare, but now it’s a layer of hell. It’s not enough that writers be good at what they do. Writers have to maintain an active social media presence and cultivate a following. Be available.

They have to be conventionally attractive enough to look good enough to see on a screen, aesthetically pleasing, kind, funny, up-to-date on trends, socially aware but not so controversial that they turn off a brand from California from slapping their discount code on a video promoting a book.

They have to do all of this with no media training, with little help from the companies that are supposed to be doing this for them.

Of course, a lot of this isn't possible for say, the 40-something mother of two who teaches English at a school and writes on the side. She’s boxed out of an already complex industry that already has enough walls.

On some level, I think authors have always marketed themselves a little, but we’ve reached such a crazy point where we’re demanding the author become the influencer. Accessibility in publishing has narrowed from an inch to a sliver. And that inch was hard enough to get in as is.

[laurrelise]

13 y/o delores doodles !! <3

omg thank you for asking!! yes, my brain is still rotting over delores and five!!

i can’t stop thinking about five discovering delores and them surviving the apocalypse together so these doodles are dedicated to apocalypse outfits B) i cannot get OVER the overalls. she looks adorable argue with the wall

@unicorninatophat and i absolutely yapped about her possibly looking like annesophia robb in bridge to terabithia??? and now i can’t stop picturing young delores with the short, messy blonde hair????? and i love it???? a lot actually?????

^ my main reference pic!!!!

anyways that’s all thank you for viewing my art. very kind of you to do that

[sadkachow]

You cannot claim to be anti-AI while still actively seeking out and using AI.

Once again.

You cannot claim to be anti-AI while still using generative AI, no matter the reason.

(Bold/italicized text: You cannot claim to be anti-AI while still using generative AI, no matter the reason.)

Even if you’re just using it to make fun of it or show how bad it is.

Even if it’s only for your personal use, and you don’t plan on sharing it with anyone.

Even if you’re “just” roleplaying on Character AI.

If you are willing to justify your usage of a system created and profiting off of stealing from artists and writers, a symstem that is destroying the Earth, then you were never as “against that system” as you think you were. Being anti-AI isn’t something that exists only in name. You can’t claim to be against AI if you are willing and able to use it as soon as it benefits you. You can’t say you’re for writers’ and artists’ rights if you’re using the very thing that is causing them harm. You can’t claim to care about climate change and saving the Earth if you are participating in the system that is destroying it.

There is no middle ground here.

There is no “Oh, but I-“.

If you have the knowledge of what generative AI is doing, of how it is hurting people, and you choose to use it anyway, you aren’t  against it. You aren’t fighting against that system, you’re upholding it.

You can say how much you hate AI and how horrible you think it is, if you choose to use it anyway, then your actions and your words are not lining up, and the former reveals so much more than the latter.

Stop pretending like AI is something you can condemn only in name, while using it to your heart’s content in your free time. All it does it tells writers and artists that you don’t really care about us, and that any actions you claim to be taking to protect us are performative at best and lies or even outright malicious at worst.

You are—and I mean this in the kindest way possible, even with the fury that generative AI invokes in me—a complete and utter hypocrite. AI is not your friend. It is a tool, and it is a tool that steals from writers and artists in order to function. It is a tool that is using levels of energy and emitting amounts of polution in order to be maintained that are actively damaging the Earth. No matter how much you try to justify using it to yourself, that doesn’t change.

Stop hiding under the guise of being anti-AI while continuing to use it yourself.

[cheerleaderman]

When you romantic interest shows up to your wedding