#but i digress leave that artist alone

[merriclo]

i should tell you about the cishet aa server NDJSNSKS. the cishet aa server is a server run by this 1 mutual circle or whatever (i used to be mutuals with them but um. not anymore) and iirc the premise was that they had this joke au where everyone in ace attorney was cishet and they decided to run a server around it. i wasn't in there for long but Wow it was a uh. place. /neg. owner of the server was 18 and most of the other mods were 17 or 18 and they had a whole channel dedicated to mocking this 15 year old fanartist???? who they made the most ableist jokes about??? their anatomy (spinal specifically) tended to be odd so they'd constantly make scoliosis jokes????? there was a huge falling out and controversy in the friendgroup after the 18 year old blog runner harassed a 15 year old which turned into 2 members of the server who lived in the same country mutually cyberstalking one another and finding info like home and school addresses etc.

this wasn't the only unsavory behavior directed towards minors in the server i personally got some Weird behavior as well but WOW it was. Weird! really Weird!

∑(;°Д°) HELP AHAKSKLSLW WHAT THE FUCK where. do i even begin to react

leave the kid alone holy shit (T⌓T) that’s actually so weird to be kinda grown and still bully the hell out of a 15 year old. i know the age gap isn’t that big but the maturity difference is so insane.. like guys grow up and leave them alone??????? they’re a young artist????????? also mona lore i have scoliosis and hate most of those scoliosis jokes because it’s so hard to make people take it seriously bc it sounds so unserious. like how do i say “guys :( my bad posture.. it’s serious stop being silly” without sounding like a whiney little bitch. stop it guysss my back hurts :(((

ALSO THE MUTUAL CYBERSTALKING is that a common thing because i’ve seen that happen too in several servers. some people just get weird i swear

anyways. discord is a hellhole and cishet ace attorney au will haunt me in my nightmares

[wellthebardsdead]

Your daily reminder that no matter how much you love a voice actors work. They. Are. Not. Your. Friends.

They do not owe you Jack shit!

Where is this coming from? Another parasocial freak came out of the woodwork and began harassing Andrew Wincott. Carrying on about his social media manager and him sharing artwork on his social media of a Raphael & Jaheira ship art that was honestly beautifully done. Me personally I ship jaheira with minthara but I digress.

To the person who did this. And I know for a fact you’ll see this.

You, and other delusional fuckheads who behave like you are the reason why artists distance themselves from fandoms.

Andrew loves interacting with the fan base, as do all the other VAs. But freaks like you often frighten them away and ruin it for everybody but especially the actor themselves. They become uncomfortable, afraid, irritated and remove themselves from the space.

Leave him alone. In fact, leave any and every Va alone. He is not your friend, he will never love you romantically and no doubt your behaviours left a foul taste in his mouth.

He is a human being. Not an object of your deluded fantasies.

[edwinspaynes]

Another post pointed out yesterday that the Clave was so progressive in the 1800s and (especially) 1900s while being incredibly regressive in the 2000s-2010s. This is inarguably true. It also inarguably is true to real life when it comes to views on homosexuality. While male homosexuality was illegal in the UK during the Victorian/Edwardian eras, many (though not all) people tended to turn a blind eye to it assuming that everyone involved minded their business. (Oscar Wilde, for a relevant example, was pretty widely known as being a man who loved other men. He probably would have been able to carry on as he was if not for suing a powerful and influential public figure. But I digress).

Also, it's important to note that, yeah, the TLH kids' parents were overall loving and accepting people. The one who was not such a person blessedly died before his son came out. On the other hand, Alec's parents were in a literal hate cult. But once again, digression.

Because what I really want to talk about are Shadowhunter's shifting attitudes to technology and innovation. I would like to posit that Christopher Lightwood's death was the beginning of the downfall of innovation in Shadowhunter society.

In TID, Henry contends with mockery and side glances because of his drive to invent and create. This makes sense in what his son will later describe as an "arid warrior culture." However, while generally labeled as an eccentric, the Clave - including the Consul and Inquisitor - generally leave him alone to tinker and build. No one stops him. And when he finally invents the Portal, no one shirks it. By the time TLH rolls around, it's a widely-used, widely-respected part of Shadowhunter society. It's ingrained in the fabric of their people just as steles and seraph blades are, and we still see them widely in use in the modern day.

Now, we get to Christopher, Henry's protigee.

It's important to acknowledge that Christopher may have been left alone in part because Henry's Portal was so successful. With him primarily hanging about in the Fairchild lab, nothing could go wrong. Additionally, Charlotte was Consul, and she knew how brilliant her husband was. This probably contributed to Christopher's success greatly.

Christopher grows up shrouded in this love. He is free to create and innovate as he pleases, and he comes up with the idea for fire-messaging. We see him successfully invent fire-messages by early 1904, at which point he is tragically killed by Belial.

Fire-messages are the final piece of technology that we see invented before the TMI era. All other technologies in the modern TSC canon exist in the historical stories. Thus, we can conclude that Christopher's fire-messages are one of the last creations of Shadowhunter society.

(ADHD side ramble: I'm interested to see what Grace manages to accomplish, but I cannot think of something in the modern TMIverse that she may have created. I imagine that her status as not only a woman but a widely-disliked social pariah held her back. Hate it, but my point stands. I hope she's at least given a small amount of credit for the final touches on the fire-messages.)

Anyway, fast forward to 2012. The TSCverse now has another brilliant neurodivergent mind in Tiberius Nero Blackthorn. Of course, he is extremely different from Henry and Christopher. He is more mentally present, serious-minded, and a lot less spacey. But he also views things in a significantly different way than other Shadowhunters do, finding himself drawn to technology like computers in a way that most Nephilim would shirk.

Ty and his family are forced to keep the fact that they have computers in the Institute a secret. This is likely in part because mundanes invented them, but it also feels inconsistent with previous generations. Shadowhunters of old appreciated art; Jem and Alastair were openly musicians, for example. Matthew is an obvious aesthete with a penchant for the theatre and artistic pursuits. Even when Alastair notes that they aren't supposed to like mundane things like moving pictures, he does not seem worried about facing repercussions for seeing one. Ty and the other Blackthorns seem to think that they will see legal ramifications for having a computer, and this is in a world where Jia Penhallow is Consul.

Could the Blackthorns be wrong? Sure. But it feels to me that the Shadowhunters of old would not shirk a useful technology, and the computer has limitless capacity to assist them in their demon-fighting endeavors.

The Clave closed itself off to progress shortly after TLH, and Christopher's death feels a likely catalyst for that.

[a-writers-blurbs]

A bit of a disclaimer ig...

Hi guys,

This is going to be a long post that sounds slightly rant-y & I'm going to apologize in advance for that. I am going to make exactly ONE post (this one) about this topic, and I will not be discussing it further or posting about it again. I will also not be responding to any negative comments but deleting them instead.

These are my personal opinions and [...not *trying* to sound rude, but there's no other way to say it...] a bunch of random people online aren't going to change my opinions.

My husband is an artist. He does canvas painting & draws comic books (think anti-hero dark horse). I paint furniture (kinda mini murals) & make chibi drawings. I've also been writing fanfiction since the late 90s.

That being said, this post is about AI art.

I get the controversy, I do. But I've heard this argument before, when fanfiction became more popularized. The whole "You're just stealing someone else's work & changing it up to call it your own" is (at its core) the same argument against AI. The only difference is that instead of you yourself changing it, you're allowing a machine to do it.

But I digress...

Over the last week, I have received several messages about my use of AI art. First & foremost, my stuff is appropriately tagged as AI.

Second, I don't sell or advertise these pictures in any way. In fact, none of them have been posted anywhere but here (as of 6/1/24).

Third, and probably most important, I DONT MAKE THEM FOR YALL. Fanfiction & fanart are a HOBBY. It is something that I do because I enjoy it and it destresses me. I DO NOT do it, hoping I'll get 1000s of followers, views, likes, etc. Every story I write, I print & bind for my library. I will now be doing the same with my AI pictures.

I have a condition that has a symptom called Maladaptive Daydreaming. Because of this, my head is full of an alarming amount of excruciatingly detailed & unrealistic scenarios and images. (To the point that it affects my everyday life).

I can't necessarily recreate the images in my mind without help & the only way to get rid of the random scenarios is to write them out. So I do write them. And now I use AI to help me get a BASE image. I do still go in myself and edit/redraw parts of each generated image to fit them to the characters I want them to represent. I do thus using digital art.

Granted, there's a whole other group of people that think digital art isn't real art... but that's a discussion for another day. Anyway...

TLDR:

I use AI art & will continue to despite some people's dislike. I will continue to delete any and all comments left publicly that are malicious, rude, or condescending. My stories & are are for me. If others enjoy it, great, that's freaking awesome. If not, there are literally thousands of other fanfic authors you can follow instead of me.

Again, I apologize, I know this sounds rude. But I need to be 100% transparent on this one. I am extremely grateful for every folllower & reader I have. I won't lie & say comments/positive interaction isn't a serotonin boost because it is. Yall also give me more motivation to actually complete a story vs. moving on to the next idea. But I'm not going to change the way I do things to appease someone I don't even know.

This is one of the few things I enjoy doing in my free time & have been doing it for 25 years now, and in the last 5 or so years ALL fandoms have gotten so toxic its hard to enjoy anything anymore. Last time it got like this, I simply stopped posting. I'd rather not do that again, but if people (who aren't even following me) don't leave me alone, I'll probably have to do it again, sadly.

But for now, hopefully this post will give people with different opinions to go ahead and block me from their feed. We're not going to agree so instead of wasting energy arguing, let's keep the peace & agree to stay off if each others feeds.

I won't judge you on your idea that you feel it's your duty to harass people over their choices & you won't judge me for enjoying something. 😉

Thank you for listening. Love yall & and I hope your day is blessed!

[the-outer-topic]

Are you a fan of the Conan movies with Arnold?

Hello Anon, thanks for the question! I like to talk (or write) about the things I love. The fist film is a good movie in its own right, but it's Millius story and vision of the character and, not Howard's. I dislike the infatuation with Asian things of the 70s-80s, you know when Conan is taught swordmanship by some Asian and he strikes poses with the sword to show off his muscles, but the more I know about Western swordmanship and see videos of reenactors reliving ancient swordplay, the more I dislike all that stuff that was cool in the 80s, ninjas , samurais, kung fu, and all that, and the more I lament that in Hollywood we don't get proper and realistic sword fights. It's either effete fencing with foils or exaggerated coreography with somersaults. The film is good but not great, the best part is the soundtrack is so good I recalled it and now playing it . Comics are much more faithful to the original movies. I don't really like Arnold, now that I think of it perhaps Dolph Lundgren with dark hair would have been a better Conan. I don't like Arnold much, I don't care about the German accent, as I watch movies dubbed into Spanish, I hardly can understand spoken English as it is. Arnold physique is magnificent, but he's an awful actor, even Stallone with his facial paralysis is better, and has improved with age.

I think the movie was a bad influence on artists like Royo. All his girls have the same face, all his guys look like Arnold. I also dislike the stereotype of Conan as a hulking brute who talks in grunts. Too much muscle, I think. Conan as depicted in the novels would have the body of a olympic gymnast and feline grace. Also I dislike the stereotype of mountain of muscles and no brain. Conan is no intellectual but he's very smart, cunning and articulate. Above all things, Conan is a leader of men, and in a world before the printing press, culture was oral. Story telling, verses , songs. Conan perhaps does not talk much, after all, his stories are action adventures, but Conan does not become king on the strength of his sword arm alone, he does know to talk. After all, the stories of Conan are supposed to be reminiscences in his old age, as he tells his drinking buddies his adventures as he recalls them as the mood suits him., Conan is not only a warlord that knows how to harangue his men, but he also knows how to haggle, cajole and persuade.

There's something of Howard the writer in the character of Conan.

Due to the constraints of media, both in comics and film Conan is always scowling, a tight lipped stoical, which is sad because it deprives him of his humanity. Conan is a sensualist, glutton, drunkard, lascivious, and emotional to both extremes of mirth and melancholy. What sets it apart from a mere hedonist is his ambition and thirst for power. It's not just that he wants power to have riches and enjoy the nice things in life, he resembles the Nietzschean superman in the "will for power". Conan wants to rule, to be obeyed, to conquer. In the end quite by chance he achieves his lifelong dream when he picks the crown of Aquilonia from the gutter, and finally settles down to have a wife and children, but then gets a whole new set of challenges and troubles. One wonders if Conan was a good ruler at all, considering his track record, of being ousted, overthrown, or giving up and leaving in all his positions of power he attains, course being a pirate captain or a bandit chief is more unstable than being king, but Conan t having taken the throne at spear point finds you can't sit on it.

But I digress, as I am wont to do, but hey, you asked!

As for the sequel, "Conan the destroyer" just a B grade adventure movie, without the epic and symbolism of the first one. Best that can be said about the movie was how hot Olivia d'Abo was.

No, I am not a fan of the Conan movie. It's good, but it's not Conan. I suspect that for most of those that hail from the 20th century before the internet, the only Conan was that of the Savage Sword comic. Of course the stories became derivative and repetitive after a dozen tomes, and it depends of the quality of the artist.

As for the original source, the novels.. I think I prefer the comic. Howard was a good storyteller, but the stories are pulp, and the Hyborian age as a fantasy universe is quite lacking and sketchy. They are readable, enjoyable, but not memorable. I think Howard was more suitable for historical novels , but the pulps demanded sword and sorcery so he had to shoehorn in supernatural elements and magic to make them enough of a "weird tale". Like Lovecraft, Howard lived at the wrong time. Decades later, instead of Conan, he would have been a best selling author of a series of novels of a Pictish warrior adventures in the Roman empire.

Probably you are sorry you asked. I wonder if anybody will read this...

[etherealascend]

hii it's unorcadox ^_^ how does your editing process work!!! like how do you choose what images to use, how to combine them, how to get the right "feel" etc. 👀 very curious abt ur answer

Damn, great question! Also, love your edits, Orca! (also a bit jelous abt your productivity, wish i had so many great ideas) So i present to you: a wall of text! (cw really long!)

So, many people see a great base image and then immideately get an idea of what they wanna do w/ it. I'm not like that, i ususally have an idea of an edit in mind, and then search for sometimes a few hours for a base image that may work. I have a whole tutorial-worthy process of how i always find what i need, but i digress… Most of the times, tho, i get something better than what i had in mind. I love this process, cause it's like tresure hunting for me. (ofc it's not always like that, just most of the time. Since i have a giant collection of base images i may sometimes use them). I choose my images based on the mood i wanna portray. It's always supposed to be looking kinda dreamlike and unreal, but it can also be creepy, dark, bright, etc.

When editing my favourite style of edits - fake dreamlike places - I try to make them look as real as possible, regarding color, lighting, etc, while still making them look blatantly fake regarding the composition, subject matter, etc. Ofc i don't try to perfect my lighting, since it can take away the feeling i strive for, so it's kinda based on my own feelings idk. I get really inspired by the surrealists' painting. Artists like Brent Wong, for example. Liminal spaces are already weird, so why not make them even weirder, by making the geometry non-Euclidean and subject matter impossible in the real world. Also unlike surrealist painters, i have a luxiry of making the scene like "more real" by combining actual photos in photoshop. Ofc people have been making surreal art w/ 3d programs forever now, but it still doesn't give off the same feeling real picture does, yk.

Uhh... what was i talking about... Ah, yes! I firstly make a collage, that i have in mind by this point, and sometimes it just... doesn't work out! i had discarded so many great ideas, cause they weren't turning out good. But if it works, i add shadows and highlights. I look at real liminal space photos and try to really analyze them. Like, what makes them work? the color, the quality, the blurriness? Then i add effects that works to my edit. Every edit needs it's own level of compression, sharpness, blurriness... You just gotta feel it.

Really important step. I leave my edit for a few hours, so i forget how it looks, and then return later. All the imperfections, things that don't work, etc pop out immediately. I read somewhere that the process of creating and the process of analyzing are two completely different things, and i couldn't agree more. It's annoying when you have a finished edit, and you really wanna show it to the world, but you have to wait... But it's better, than being embarrassed later that you posted something unfinished and you can't fix it now.

Ofc i make text edits as well, but they basically serve the same purpose and not that interesting to describe, cause process is the same just with a few steps skipped.

There wasn't such question, but i still wanna talk about it, cause it kinda answers "how do you get the right feel". Well, why do i make edits? Well, the world sucks ass (i don't agree w/ this statement for the most part, like friends are great, nature is buitifull, but then there are parts that just... yk...) and for me weirdcore is a sort of an escapism. I can't traverse dreamworlds mindlessly, alone or come across magical events in real world, sadly. But I can make them however i would like them to look and feel, with my characters (like deer), and my own thoughts about them, that no one except me knows. It's kinda like i actually've been there, and i took a picture. Or hell, maybe i've never been here myself, but those deer were, or invisible creatures, that are not in the shot. And i know them personally, cause i made them, they are a part of myself! And it really helps, and i'm so glad these pictures resonate with so many more people here too! I had been making these pictures without realising why for a year. I had some thoughts and heard dozens of opinins of other pople, but i hadn't had a full picture. And then a video by SuperEyePatchWolf about liminal spaces comes out, and i get it now, it was really eye opening, for me at least. It explains really well why we love unreality so much.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Wow that as fast lol love the answers!

1: is there any modern comics that is canon in your universe? Like the recent action comics with the blue earth moment? Can see Chris having a problem with them for not being from earth.

2: would chris be the last Zod alive in your universe? Or would he be able to extend the bloodline with thara? Orrrr for drama/sadness, he ends up sacrificing himself to save his “real” family the Els.

3: don’t know if I ask this earlier, (except the duo didn’t exist question) what would it take to retire the duo?

4: maybe a nsfw question, skip it if it is, was there a plan to ship them together like a couple? Like how some ppl ship the super-sons together?

5: in their phones, what’s their family/friends contact names? Like just regular mom or mama Lois 👩🏻 for Chris

6: when taking a picture/selfie what silly face would they do?

1) Well as of recently because of the positive buzz about Beast World I got from a mutual or two, I might incorporate that with Chris and Jake no doubt being caught up trying to prevent Garro spores from entering into people in Bludhaven let alone themselves. Mar’i and Jake I can definitely see being wowed when Kory freed their Dad via luring the spore out but then crushing it with her teeth, preventing her from transforming while Dick was cured. I can definitely see Chris and Jake being there for their friend Jasper as not only is there the obvious with his Dad but also he’ll need their aid in preventing his mother Rae from being possessed by her dark self.

I haven’t been able to check out what’s going on in Action Comics so far (mainly I’ll pick it back up once Jon is restored to his proper age but I digress) but from what I can look up, the Blue Earth Movement are most definitely gonna be adapted as regular adversies for both Chris’ family and Jake’s too given their whole Human Supremacy shtick. Especially since in my own canon, Bludhaven has a sizable population of Tamaranean immigrants

2) In the future of this world…I can see Chris and Thara finally being wedded together and having a child or two together so neither Dru nor Chris would be the last of the House of Zod biologically speaking.

Though Chris might be identify as a Zod by birthright, he still proudly accepts his adoption into the House of El by Clark and Lois

3) I can only see them permanently retire once in their older ages when maybe their powers are beginning to dampen, they leave behind successors they trained for the ways of super hero work if they feel like stepping up, and the have fulfilling lives with their respective true loves

As for temporary retirements like you’d see if they’re kids and the like, likely if an internally traumatic and painful event in their lives happens with their inability to stop it or even moreso if it’s their fault somehow. Of course these retirements only last so long before the call of duty comes for them in form or another and don their costumes once again.

4) Oh No NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

No

I have seen how naughty (and in my complete honesty Perverted) fan artists and writers take that sort of ship and it makes me queasy, especially if they don’t even have the tact or foresight to age up the characters involved.

So yeah, no way I’m ever shipping Chris and Jake romantically. At the very most platonically as very close best friends but that’s the line I’m gonna have to draw

I don’t wanna invite those certain people to my little silly stupid fanon thingy, thank you very much.

Now…NOW if someone does ship them romantically in an age appropriate, family friendly, childhood crush with completely averting any to all intensely naughty and lewd acts, then I can respect them. Just not it for me personally

5) Chris;

Mom Lois

Dad Clark

Big Bro Kon

Lil Bro Jonno

Auntie Kara

Cousin Kenan

Jakey Best Buddy

Mar’i Big Sis of Best Buddy

Mrs Kory

Mr Grayson

Tim Best Robin

Cass Best Batgirl

Mr Bruce Wayne

Jake;

Momma

Daddy

Big Sis

Uncle Timmy Best Uncle and Best Robin

Uncle Jay

Auntie Cass

Grandpa Bruce

Chris Best Buddy

Jonno Lil Bro of Best Buddy

Konner

Mr Clark

Mrs Lois

Uncle Gar

Auntie Rae

Jasper , 2nd Best Buddy

Uncle Vic

Uncle Roy

Uncle Wally

Irey Sis of Jai-Jai

Jai-Jai

Auntie Donna Best Auntie

6) Hmmmm Maybe Either Goggly Eyes with their mouths wide open all crazily OR the Grumpy Cat look

Your asks are always appreciated here @pin-crusher2000

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 91

Chapter 91: “All We’ve Got”

Leuvis has a nice little quote at the start of this chapter, being “Humans seek happiness and hope. But it’s ironic that despair is what cultivates them.” Like.. he didn’t have to go that deep, but I guess that’s sorta the idea behind most sad character arcs. That aside, I questioned this panel at first, knowing that Yuugo survives this encounter with Leuvis by eventually running away, but it wouldn’t seem right of Yuugo to just ditch Lucas and leave him on his own against this demon. They’re best bros after all. But then I looked back at ch70 and it’s Lucas who literally tells Yuugo to run, so there’s that. Of course Yuugo looks far more determined while doing so in that chapter and not like he was just grieving over Dinah’s death, but I digress.

It fills me with great joy that it’s Emma who notices the disadvantage the demons have with their regeneration. She’s typically seen as the heart of the story but damn, do I love when her smarts are put on display.

I’m so glad that Ray realizes what she’s talking about too with the amount of energy such a process uses up. Leuvis may have a bunch of experience and knowledge thanks to his 1,000+ years of life, but that old age is gonna cost him during this fight.

If Ray can kick down a door down at Grace Field, then I have no problem believing he can kick a whole table like this.

Many movies and shows where guns are involved have endless amounts of bullets being fired off that you start to wonder if they every run out of ammo, which is why I appreciate that this arc actually addresses that concern by showing the kids pick up new guns & ammo (as Nigel does both in this chapter) and reloading magazines (demonstrated by Ray next chapter).

I know I joked about both these points before, but it’s still hilarious how far down Leuvis has to bend down inside the house and how we’re seeing far more bullets in these panels alone than during all of season two.

The more the kids learn about the demon’s weakness, the more impressed and excited Leuvis becomes. He’s almost like a proud parent, only completely insane and dangerous. I suddenly have the urge to see this dude as a human..? He’d be terrifying but sly and probably fancy as fuck all at once.

Palvus is such a good boy for acting as Leuvis’ eyes while his vision is still blurry. Not good for us but whatever. Also just noticed how that shot of Yuugo’s damaged the border of that last panel. I love when artists do things like that.

Player five has now entered the fray.

Favorite panel/moment:

I just really love that one panel of Emma. She’s so determined and confident with her strategy that it allows her to act fearlessly even with a demon charging right at her.

With ch91 finished, I’ve now reached the halfway point of this.. countdown? Challenge? That’s probably not the right word I’m looking for (since I clearly have no trouble rambling on about TPN), but whatever. Sorry these turned into full on chapter reviews rather than me just pointing out a couple random things to chat about, but this is me here, so it can’t be that surprising I suppose.

[unpossession]

loneliness, goodbye, evil, and blood >:))) choose whichever you wanna do

meme! / accepting.

LONELINESS

Willow was born lonely. I mean it. It started before she was born; her parents were expecting to welcome a baby boy into the world alongside Willow - a twin brother - but some time before her birth, he had disappeared from the womb entirely, leaving Willow to enter the world alone. Willow has known about this for as long as she can remember. Into childhood, she was lonely: She didn't have many friends growing up. Nobody was particularly kind to her - at least not as kind as she tried to be - she was quiet, reserved and she cared so so much. So she was mocked by the majority and she never once stood up for herself, making her easy pickings for playground antics and bullying that she didn't quite understand at the time. Willow based her whole personality around being good and kind and loved that she alienated herself from most of her classmates, too sensitive to really get on in the playground and too emotionally vulnerable with kids that still barely knew what empathy was. They ate her alive. When her aunt and uncle died, Hugo moved in with them and with his own grief to deal with, he didn't ever have much time for Willow or her neediness or her desire to be close to him. He turned her away. Her loneliness worsened, but by now at least, she knew the word for it. It was this way, making half-friends that used her as a doormat until she met Charlie, who at least gave a damn about her enough to try and bring her out of her shell. Charlie invited her to parties, dragged her out shopping with them, tried to get her to socialise with their artist friend group, but it was intimidating for Willow to be so surrounded by so many people. She shied away, bringing about her own loneliness even in a crowd of people. The only thing that seemed to fix this loneliness was her encounter with a ghost, and, well --- We all know how that turned out.

2. GOODBYE

Willow did not get the chance to say goodbye to her parents before leaving for America, or before their subsequent deaths. She fled home in the night following a particularly nasty argument she had with her parents over her book. Years after it's publication, they'd finally decided to read it and had a problem with the way Willow had portrayed the parents in the novel, finding it un-flattering and offensive, despite her insistence that it wasn't about them to begin with. She had to leave, and she had to do it fast. So off to the US she went, not hearing a word from them after the move, not receiving any response to any of her letters or calls once she'd cooled off. She'd been cut off, it seemed. Cut to a few years later, and they have been declared dead by the authorities. She was not able to attend the funeral.

Because of this lack of a goodbye and of closure, Willow often forgets - or I should say, convinces herself - that her parents are still alive out there somewhere. She finds it incredibly difficult to talk about them, and in fact, she hasn't even told any of her friends in the US that they're dead.

3. EVIL

For somebody that still largely bases her personality around being "good" and "kind" and "loved", Willow does not put much stock in the concept of evil. She finds it an impossible term to really define, and for her the best way to describe it is that evil is an action -- but even then, that feels one-dimensional and inaccurate.

Her time with Zero really solidified her doubt in the term. After all, how could a wounded child be 'evil'? Isn't he just doing what he learned? What he can to survive? (Zero is obviously doing More than just what he can to survive, in her opinion, but in that same sense his cruelty and the pleasure he takes in it could also be considered a survival response, a protective instinct to keep him from the reality of what he is doing, but we digress...) She doesn't think he's evil, but she does think that he's 'bad'. It's complicated

At her core, she believes in "goodness", being good and caring about others and caring for others, in extending love to everyone, she believes it is possible to be good. But not evil. Evil is just a lazy word, a blanket term, for things that are complicated. For people that choose themselves over being good. Does this make sense.

4. BLOOD

On a less.... (vaguely gestures to the above) note. Willow gets the absolute worst fucking periods out of everybody that she's ever talked to about their cycles. She's already low on iron. Look at her. And she's already so pale. Can you imagine what a heavy period would do to that girl? For the first three days she's practically bedridden with cramps and fainting spells, clutching a hot water bottle and a tub of ice cream like her life depends on it. She needs a lot of love during this time.

[master-jarrus]

We are back at our home church and there is a girl who thinks it's okay to flirt with my husband and does so in front of me

I thought I was being jealous and possessive and asked my brother in law about it and he confirmed that yeah she is and she actually does everything with the intention of "getting back" at him for "leaving her"

So I talked to my husband about it. He had no idea (not surprised I had to directly tell him I want to date him with the intention of seeing if we are compatible for marriage to make sure he didn't over think and think it was somehow just as friends)

But yeah I told him I trust him but I do not like that she is okay with doing that and considering I am pregnant and she all of sudden claiming that she was pregnant but lost the baby I do not want to be alone with her and I would be more comfortable of they weren't alone together and he feels that's reasonable

She also had a black eye that she is lying about how she got. I don't know how she actually got it but she is trying to claim she got it from falling and she has no other injuries or bruises (it also looks like an experience sfx artist took a crack at making it but I digress)

[thisaintascenereviews]

Disturbed - Divisive One of my least favorite things in rock and heavy music these days are the butt-rock / hard-rock bands that insist on having extremely conservative lyrics in their music these days. You got Kid Rock, Falling In Reverse, and Five Finger Death Punch, among other bands, putting out very tone deaf, whiny, and frankly distasteful songs with lyrics about being “woke” (which is just a conservative’s way of saying “anyone that isn’t a straight white guy), being “canceled” (which isn’t even a thing, it’s really being held accountable for the things you say and do), or any other myriad of issues. I mean, Five Finger Death Punch put out an anti-vaccine song a couple of years ago, and everyone gave them a bunch of crap for it, rightfully so. Some of these bands and artists are very outright with what they’re trying to say, because they want to appeal to a certain demographic (to be honest, they already had that demographic, and they know that, so they’re just keeping them happy), but what’s worse to me is when one of these bands is purposely vague in their messaging, ultimately leaving their conservatism up for interpretation. That’s the case of the new album from Disturbed, entitled Divisive, and boy, is this album something all right. Disturbed, if you don’t know and/or living under a rock, is a nu-metal / alt-metal band that was very popular in the early-00s, especially with the song “Down With The Sickness,” and only within the last few years had a bit of resurgence with their very viral cover of Simon & Garfunkel’s “The Sound Of Silence.” I’ve only listened to their debut album from 2000, The Sickness, and that’s it, because I never listened to nu-metal as a kid, so I never had my angry white boy phase. I was into emo, pop-punk, and metalcore as a kid, but I digress. Let me be clear with everyone right now: if this were a bigger release week, I would not care about this album. I almost debated on not even listening to this, because I just have no desire to listen to Disturbed in 2022, but I thought I might as well, just because it would give me an excuse to talk about them, since I reviewed The Sickness years and years ago. I really like that album, as it’s a lot of dumb fun, but Divisive is an interesting album, and I don’t know if I mean that in a good or bad way. The elephant in the room, especially with my opening thoughts there, is that the lyrics on this record are very much up for interpretation in the worst way. The title seems to allude to the idea that the United States is very divided these days, and you can’t have an opinion on anything without it being divisive in some way, shape, and form. A lot of this LP goes into that, including ideas of people needing to “wake up,” people believing lies, people mindlessly hating everyone or each other, and very cliched and vague topics that conservatives can appeal to. It seems like Disturbed is very upset by the idea of “cancel culture,” and the idea of people being shut down for their thoughts alone (even though people just saying racist and homophobic things is worth being shut down over, but these types of people don’t get that, for some reason, and think they say can whatever stupid thought they have in their heads), and it just feels vague on purpose. The lyrics on this album mean absolutely nothing, but it’s because they say all of these buzzwords that don’t amount of anything. Just look at the title track, for instance, it’s all a bunch of random words that say something kind of vague. Because of that vagueness, conservatives can listen to that, and go, “Yeah, he’s speaking what I’m thinking, so I agree with that,” even if that’s not what he meant. I have nothing against vague lyricism, because interpretation is great. It helps people look at pieces of music, literature, and film in their own way, and when the meaning to something isn’t very obvious, it’s cool dissecting it and analyzing it, especially when people have different meanings for things. It’s when someone is vague on purpose, especially when it comes to wanting to say something extreme, that it bothers me. I don’t think Disturbed want to alienate everyone, but it seems like their members are conservative, at least to some degree, so by making their lyrics as pointless and as vague as possible, it makes their sound a bit more digestible and profitable. You can tell they want to say things about cancel culture, being “woke,” and all of that stupid conservative garbage they spew, but if they do that, they know damn well no one is going to listen to their music anymore, so they’re being purposely vague about it. It’s unfortunate that the lyrics are this bad, because the rest of the album isn’t that bad at all. The vocals are pretty good, as David Draiman is one of the more interesting vocalists of the nu-metal scene from the 00s, but the music itself is a lot of fun. They’re back to doing what they do best, and it’s just a fun little nu-metal / alt-metal album, that only clocks in at 38 minutes. It’s a very short album, and it’s easier to digest, but I can’t get past the lyrics on this thing. They’re really bad, and it’s not even that they’re saying anything outright, it’s what they’re implying, and what they want to say that really gets under my skin. Even then, this album isn’t anything special, it’s just a generic nu-metal album, especially for Disturbed standards. I’m sure this album will have its fans, but like I said in the beginning, if this was a bigger week, and this came out even just a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn’t be talking about this album, and for good reason.

[floralcrematorium]

I apologize in advance for the very long winded and angry rant that is about to come out of me, as it doesn't exactly fit in the tags.

OP I am so sorry you are continually being disrespected like this.

Your posts about this keep appearing on my dash and I am honestly astounded that they won't leave you alone.

Artists wanting to protect the things they've lovingly crafted is NOT and never will be gatekeeping.

Anyone can learn to draw, to write, to sing, and more with the most basic of materials. You can find free lessons and tutorials online. You don't need the highest quality materials to make something people will appreciate. Making art is something you should do for You.

Nobody starts out creating masterpieces.

I went to art school and I still think my work is garbage. In all honesty? My work is garbage compared to some of my peers and the competition I face in the industry. On top of that, art school doesn't magically make you better. You don't go to an (overpriced and overrated but I digress) institution for four years and come out the other slide making top tier work. You have to practice. Nobody who is any good got to where they are without practice. Yes, I feel like my work is garbage, but will that stop me?

No.

Being an artist is a lifetime of learning, adapting, and changing.

If someone is shitting on you for making "bad art" then that says something about the other person, not you.

Nothing feels as good as looking through my old work, laughing at my old work, and giving myself credit for learning and improving throughout the years. I fondly look back on the work I've made because I've gotten better. I relish in the memories I have being thirteen and making the edgiest characters.

I am the only one who can make the work that I do. Everyone has something unique about their style. Nobody is perfect and that's okay. That's good.

We need individuality. Everything in our world now is mechanized. We have tiny supercomputers in our pockets. Cars are automatic. There are things that need Wifi when it's completely unnecessary.

Writing, drawing, and music are some of the few things we have left that are human. We learn from observing the natural world around us. We learn from studying the old masters, who did the very same. Making art is something so incredibly human and beautiful.

I don't draw, paint, or write because I want money. In fact, I've probably signed myself up for a life of living paycheck to paycheck because artists are so routinely taken advantage of. I do it because it's fun. Challenging myself and learning new skills is amazing, no matter how frustrating it is. I love painting, as irritating as it can be sometimes. I love that I was able to make friends as a teenager based on the crappy fanart I made because even though it wasn't high quality, someone still appreciated the thought and time I put into creating the content.

Art is intertwined with our existence as humans. It's everywhere. The clothes you wear; someone designed that. The house you live in; someone designed that and the furniture inside. The ads you see on billboards and on the side of cereal boxes; a graphic designer made that. The tune in your head? A person made that. Every part of a television show is art; The actors bringing characters to life, makeup artists and costume designers who visually bring characters to life, prop designers who create the sets, scriptwriters who create the stories, cinematographers who know how to frame the camera, and so many more I can't name.

AI "art" has no soul. AI can never replicate the intricate way people think and it operates on code. It's stiff, it's wrong. Organic flow can only come from humans because we are not perfect. There is beauty in inconsistency. Accidents happen when you're happening and sometimes it leads to better things.

It frustrates me to no end that I have to figure out whether someone spent time on something or if they had a machine whip it up in an instance. I hate that I have to figure that out. And people can tell.

Even voice actors aren't safe. There have been several VA's who have stepped forward and said they are uncomfortable with their roles being used to feed sound generators. One voice actress, I'm sorry I can't remember her name, even shut down all of her social media because of it. I am so tired of the AI voice covers of songs using the voices of cartoon characters because it is disrespectful.

AI is disrespectful to artists of all kind, living or dead. It's robbing us of jobs and attempting to fill the industry with uncanny husks with no thought or reason other than a string of numbers and word prompts.

I'm sorry if this was incredibly incoherent, but all of this is to say my blog is NOT an AI safe space.

You can pick up a pencil and draw on the shittiest grade of paper. You can pick up a pen and write a story. They don't have to be good. Rome wasn't built in a day -- The Mona Lisa took years to make and it's one of the most iconic paintings in history.

Trying to expedite the process only shows that you're in it for the validation of others and not from the personal love you have for something. It's like talking to someone to sleep with them and ghosting them after you finally do.

Study. Learn. And make work for yourself.

Entering prompts into a machine is not showing love and support for the person who thought of the concept or made the work.

It's theft.

Why are you feeling so concerned about AI? It has the ability to generate comments, stories, and fan art. That eliminates the need to convince artists to create them so no one is left out. Why wouldn't that be a good thing? All it's taking away is the gatekeeping.

Because it's stripping humanity from the act of creation. AI doesn't create art or writing or anything else. It's not creating anything new. It's just stealing from art that already exists. Learning new skills isn't gatekeeping. Interacting with other people is the whole point of existing. I genuinely don't know how to explain this anymore. There's just— why would you take the most human act and automate it? The gulf of despair these asks have opened in me is unprecedented in the course of my admittedly brief creative life and I don't know how to explain anymore why it's wrong. I just don't.

[sojutrait]

ok soju we need a track by track breakdown ‼️what are ur thoughts on midnights

HEHEH OKEY (disclaimer: these are all subject to change, i do full 180s on songs. if i call a song ass today and great tomorrow mind ur business!

i’m actually gonna give my overall thoughts out the way first jekrkdk. WELL. ITS NOT HER BEST WORK THATS FOR SURE 😭😭 i wont say it’s BAD but. it’s definitely not a banger. so much of it sounds like a bad rehash of albums and songs she’s already done. so many songs have me thinking “oh yeah. i see what she’s trying to do, but she already has a song where she actually executed this concept successfully” lyrically… yeah after evermore and folklore this feels like a crime. taylor is known to have some goofy ass “a millennial definitely wrote this” lyrics but something about this album made her crank that up to a million like sister please 😭😭 as a whole the album feels like if a god tier album (1989) had a baby with her worst album (lover). which is so confusing bc how did she backslide like this??? WE KNOW U CAN DO SYNTHPOP WELL, WHAT HAPPENED. the timing is just Bad too. like we just had the two masterpieces that are folklore and evermore, she just released the re-recording of one of her best albums, and in comparison to all that this just feels mediocre. anyways here’s to the songs ejrkr

lavender haze - 8.5/10

it’s cute!! it’s catchy and one of the best from the album. all her songs about joe makes my eye twitch lowkey but i can put that aside for now. probably the best bridge on the album (which is not a good sign bc this bridge isn’t even all that- which is disappointing bc she’s known for her god tier bridges but i digress)

maroon - 5/10

this one has potential. i can see it growing on me, but for now it was kinda boring djdkk the verses are delicious but not really feeling the chorus. the bridge made me laugh, like sister please bffr

anti-hero - 8.5/10

not even talking about it sonically, but lyrical content. yeah. YEAH. by the first line i was screaming “ME TOO” it’s like if blank space didn’t have the cynical parody spin it had. introspective and delicious MWAHH (“it’s me, hi. i’m the problem” is a goofy ass lyric tho LIKE SJRKFKF) also love the bridge

snow on the beach - 9/10

YALL GONNA LEAVE THIS SONG ALONE, ITS GOOD MOVE. even tho lana doesn’t have an actual verse on it (she should’ve but-) it’s very Lana. like i can imagine this on chemtrails over the country club. which is why i think a lot of swifties don’t like it 😭😭 the chorus is literally scrumptious

you’re on your own, kid - 6.5/10

her voice sounds so cute on the verses which is probably why i’m being so generous UEKRKD yeah i can definitely see this one growing on me

midnight rain - 1/10

taylor don’t do that shit again. no but actually, idk one of my biggest pet peeves is when artists pitch shift their vocals (looking at you frank ocean), like i get it you’re being experimental but this sounds BAD. reminds me of a reputation reject, it’s like if dress was bad. only reason it’s not a 0 is bc the chorus sounds kinda good when it’s not pitch shifted at the end

question…? - 4/10

boring. next song

vigilante shit - 3.5/10

her femme fatale songs just don’t do it for me 🗿🗿 another reputation reject. but! it does start getting kinda good at the end but atp it’s too late and the song is nearly over-

bejeweled - 6/10

this has potential. the chorus is gonna be stuck in my head i can see it now. also the way she says “nice” at the end of chorus does something homoerotic to me

labyrinth - 9/10

finally, some good fucking food. i’ve seen a lot of ppl compare it to epiphany, but the difference is this song is actually good. i wish she went with this ethereal route for more of the album

karma - 5/10

boring. millennial ass chorus. but i can see myself streaming it and calling it camp by like next week so let me not do too much-

sweet nothing - 6/10

i can see this growing on me. very nursery rhyme tho shekrkfkfk i’m a sucker for slow songs so we will be streaming this one i fear

mastermind - 1/10

nope. not offensively bad like midnight rain but it’s boring as shit

i listened to the 3am songs but none of them provoke a strong reaction from me in either way so i’ll omit them 😭

so top 3 heheh

1. labyrinth

2. snow on the beach

3. anti-hero

[house-of-slayterr]

Ok so i discussed wedding stuff for Hannibal.... but how about Honeymoon? How would he feel about that? What would it be like?

And also a more general; how do you see the wedding playing out? im not even that big on wedding stuff but with him? ive been swooning ever since you brought it up 💕💟🥰💖✨

Every-time I think about Honeymoons, I think about the one from Twilight Breaking Dawn. I could imagine Hannibal renting out an entire island just for the three of us. He would spoil us rotten, not letting us lift a finger the entire time.

He would cook for us every meal, even surprising us with breakfast in bed. Something he probably doesn’t do at home cause he’s a bit of a germanophone. There would be times with all of us together and times were we would be one on one.

I imagine together time being cuddling down by the beach as the sun sets. Or sitting together while we each read. Dinners and desert. But alone time would be more intimate. I would probably just leave the house when you and Hannibal want your time together, and go explore the island.

You know, you’d do the traditional Honeymoon stuff!😏 Hannibal would be FERAL now that you’re his wife. Oh Lord, he would worship your body in every way possible. He certainly wouldn’t be gentle, so I hope you’re not expecting such. He would have bought you thousands of dollars worth of lingerie. He probably just gets a kick of making you walk around the house in it. Nobody is here on the island, and the phones are off. There’s nobody to disturb you or interrupt.

Hannibal is very artistic. I could imagine him begging you to pose for him so he could draw you for his collection. He would keep the drawings safe in his office back at home, and probably look at them in between patients. Probably just to remind himself that you’re real and you’re really his. But I digress, be prepared to be exhausted after the honeymoon. He can and will take you on every surface in he house. Maybe even skinny dipping down in the water. And intimate showers to clean you up after.

He’s one of those cheeky bastards that’s proud of the marks he leaves on you. Of course he’d make sure you’re safe and not hurt, but to see you covered in hickeys and bruises and rope burns, god he wouldn’t know how to function. This man would do anything for you! Not going to lie, I think he’d even let you be dominate if you wanted to. He’d probably find it amusing if you were shy about it at first. But Lord is he into it, he’ll never admit it out loud. But seeing that you want him just as much as he wants you, he’d let you do anything you wanted to him in bed.

My alone time with him would be much different. He would let me help with meals, teaching me proper techniques in a sensual, and highly touch based way. Guiding my hands in every task and praising me every-time I do something right. I just know I would be a blushing mess hearing this man whisper praises in my ear. If you happened to be around, you would scold him for making me forget how to breath, reminding him that I’m fragile. But he’d just have a stupid smirk on his face.

He would let me cuddle up to his chest and read me books in his native tongue. Just stroking my hair and letting me rest. I would look up at him with so much love in my eyes, it would probably distract the poor man. I’d beg him for endless forehead kisses. And he would never decline me.

He would explore the island with me, watching me take countless pictures of everything. He’d help me collect firewood for the fireplace, and flowers to gift to you. He wouldn’t even be upset with me for catching and petting the local animals. Something again, he wouldn’t let slide at home. He already thinks Williams obsession with dogs is weird, he doesn’t need me bringing a deer into the house. But he would just enjoy watching me get excited and be amazed by things.

Hannibal loves to watch the two of us interact, not daring to interrupt. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, wether it’s something so simple as painting each others nails, or doing each others hair. He’s watching form afar in awe, so happy that we both get along so much. He would hate if his lovers didn’t love each other as well. He would find our late night, drunken gossip sessions amusing. We would talk about the most random things, like movies or books we’d recently watched.

But he’d perk up if he heard us talking about him. Somethings you’d keep to yourself, but you’d probably tell me all about the things Hannibal did to you. Just because you need to fully process the fact that they actually happened, because you were so high floating on cloud 9, you couldn’t sworn you dreamed up half of it. Hearing you brag about him, my man would have to exhibit the most self restraint he ever has. More than he ever did trying not to kill Jack Crawford.

He thinks our bonding time is important. So as much as he’d want to take you right there, he wouldn’t unless he was invited to. If he saw us cuddling while we watched a horror movie, his heart would melt. It probably the cutest damn thing the psychiatrist has ever fucking seen. He’s not a fan of movies, so he lets them be our thing. But of course if we wanted to talk about the plot with him, he’d listen intently.

He loves us both in his own special way. He loves that he has a more traditional relationship with you. When he’s back home, he carries a picture of you in his wallet. He takes you to events and shows you off as his wife, knowing that no one else can touch you, or love you like he can. But with me, it’s much more innocent than he ever thought he was capable of. He respects my sexuality and the fact that I’m not overly touchy most of the time. I’m his sweet partner and the best friend of his wife. He knows I’ll be with you when he’s away at work. I’m not as social so he doesn’t show me off much, but he would still brag about me in my absence. I feel Hannibal could die happy with us by his side, no matter what came his way, he could handle it as long as we’re there.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Okay rockstars, settle down

rockstar!bucky barnes x assistant!reader x rockstar!loki laufeyson / masterlist

summary; having previously worked for loki, it causes a heat to burn within bucky’s already accumulated hate towards the musician / warnings; threesome, smut, mxf and mxm sex, mentions of sex with other characters, oral sex (male and female receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, double penetration, degradation, swearing, orgasm denial, cum eating

“Can’t believe you worked for that wanker.” Snarked Bucky as an image of the well known, musically spread, and acoustically acclaimed, Loki Laufeyson was shown on the screen of the dressing room television, as the other artist stretched his clothing bare arms across the back of the couch. “Come here sweet cheeks.”

At his command, you dismissed the paper work for a moment, trailing over and straddling the inked hunk’s chain belted lap, digging your manicured set of nails into his shoulders, as you seated yourself over his crotch. “I’m happy I work for you now Buck, you treat me so good.”

Punctuating your words, you pressed your teeth into your bottom lip, giving it the appearance of being more plump, as you batted your dark eyelashes up at your employer. “I do, don’t I?” He rhetorically asked, skimming his fingers across the length of your arms, before moving them to sloppily cup your jaw, ensuring that you would not look away from his wild and dilated pupils. “Tell me what I do better than the lead singer of the god of mischief.”

At his words, a small yet peaceful contortion of uncomfortableness split a skin grafted line through the centre of your forehead, stating that you had no wish to do so. And thus, as punishment for your self aversive silence, Barnes braced his knuckles into your skin, causing you to keen out, and tap his shoulders in verification for surrender.

In turn, you lowered your hands, dragging the tips of your nails, absentmindedly running them down the expanse of his waxed chest, conveniently passing the silver hoops that were attached to his nipples on the trail to a less dominant ground. “I prefer the way that your songs have a heavier bass and-“

“Uh uh uh, not the music. Think of something that has you, let’s say, screaming, but definitely not in a crowd. Though, we may have to try that one sometime; show the world how hungry you are to assist me.”

“You, James Bucky Barnes,” he loosened his grip to your relief, which lead to you hugging in spite, “are the best fuck I have ever endured. Loki has nothing on you, he deems himself a god of the arts, but he doesn’t see how you paint me so perfectly with your cum, nor how you bend my body to your whim, as though I am a tool in the midst of your creations, useful, but disposable.”

“I like the sound of that doll. Disposable, now that really does you make you sound like my personal cum dump.”

“That’s was certainly interesting to listen to...”that voice had your body jolting in shock, and it appeared that Bucky too was surprised by the presence, though, he steadied his well versed hands on your hips, claiming you to the intimate spot.

“What the fuck are you doing in my dressing room you greasy haired weasel?” Bucky sneered, his nose turning up at the sight alone of his competition in the lyrical world. Loki, he had graced you with his presence, and you had to look away; he admittedly looked good.

His shirt was open chested, leaving you with the memorable impression of all the times that you had left crescent marks upon that particular surface, a few times you had even drawn blood, but that had only fuelled his mission to fuck you into a propeller of urgency.

“Our new album Laufey has just been released, I can confirm my dear, you shoulda stayed around and knelt in our success. The records are certainly going to have more sales than what was it called again? Ah yes, the red star. I could tell it was about this one, so much passion, a sultry tune, that did little to justify what it means to be with her.”

Loki’s hands waved around as he spoke, and you could only picture the past whence he penetrated your with those long and talented fingers of his. He had drawn orgasm after orgasm out of you, resulting you to be nothing more than a withering mess, as he digressed the option to simply stop. There was nothing simple about him, nor the time that he demanded that he shared you with his brother.

That thought alone had you mindlessly grinding upon Bucky’s covered cock, plucking at your lip with the keys of your teeth, though Bucky’s voice brought you back to reality, causing you to pause your movements embarrassingly, venting a clear out of your head to process the situation that was before you. The two were bickering like two teenage girls, and it was quite exhausting to listen to.

“Answer the question trickster, else I’ll have you fed to the infamous black panther, and let’s just say that he is the best bodyguard I have ever hired. So, are you going to speak, or will I have you dragged out of here like a damned serpent with a noose around its neck?” Bucky threatened, gritting his teeth together, his nose straining in frustration, drawing more attention to the small stud on the right side of his nose.

“Looks like she needs me Barnes, perhaps your reputation does not proceed you. But to answer in full, my band have made quite the rise, and I thought it would be... fitting to pay you a visit. Though I had no idea that this wonderful woman would be here, pining on your lap like some feline in heat. I see she’s fucking you now, after all my suspicions are never wrong. Or we’ll, Heimdall’s train of thought always ends up at the right station.”

“Can the pair of you stop, for one goddamn minute!” Your hands obscured a path into your hair, as you glared back and forth between the pair of rival rockstars. “I am here, dammit! Stop talking about me as though I am not here, a part of me wishes that I wasn’t so I didn’t have to listen to your bitching.”

Without any thought, you clambered from your perch on Bucky’s lap, walking towards the raven haired gentleman, pointing your finger in his face as you accused him. “You’ve got your point across, but I’ll tell you something. If you don’t leave, Heimdall will see me putting my foot up your ass.”

“Does she speak to you like this Barnes? I thought she had loosened up in more ways than one when I allowed Thor to stretch her cunt, but it appears that that mouth of hers has gotten a little out of hand also. You should do something about that, or else you’ll lose her to someone else like a did. Who knows, could be Romanoff, heard she has a thing for brats.”

Natasha Romanoff, a diverse woman in her ways and songs. She was the queen of the rock culture, tormenting her workers with her verbal abuse and it would undoubtedly be no different for her assistant. If you were to be under her employment, it was certain that you would not get out alive, nor work for another talented person for the rest of your life. To cross her, was a vow to sign your own death certificate, it was plain stupidity, yet people still hustled with her and her limits, resulting in their chances of ever getting hired for any job, vastly slim to none.

At the lack of defence that Bucky provided you, you felt small, your shoulders slacked as you were tortured with Loki’s cold and silky gaze, more so when the man stood up, pressing his bare chest against your back. You could feel the rings that hung off the buds that adorned his chest coil and dig into your back, shrouding your demeanour substantially.

A part of you wanted nothing more than for Bucky to abuse Loki’s face with his fist, specifically the right, since it was the bearer to a chunky silver ring. It’d leave quite the print, however, the unexpected unravelled as his enquiring tone was aimed not at you, but Loki instead.

“You let your brother fuck her, hmm. Maybe she should learn her manners by being shared, that way her retrospective spattering of bullshit may be contained, to a limit of course.” It was unbelievably, you could not believe that Bucky was conferring with the enemy! And not only that, they were talking about experiences of having you literally become speechless from their unprofessional administrations upon your body. “I’d get T’Challa in here, but I know she’s already fucked him. Can’t quite fire him for it though, because who could ever say no to those pretty eyes, and that mouth, god, it is definitely one of her most persuasive attributes.”

“Bu-“ you didn’t even get to finish imploring his name off your lips, about to defend yourself and your previous actions, though, you were interrupted, starved from the opportunity of coming up with an explanation.

“No.” Loki told you, the roles now reversed as he was the one with his index finger aimed at you. He tapped your nose with it, as he began to pace in the room, his wild locks remaining in their place as he spun, before facing Bucky, a sly tranquility of a truce veining out from the pools of his evergreen orbs. “You don’t speak a word to me y/n, not whilst I’m having a conversation with James here.”

James. It was too far a polite way for him to address your boss. They were all hot and ready to tear out each other’s throats a moment ago, and now here they were, having a silent conversation without your inclusion. It had you reeling your mind as to why, until Bucky gathered your hair in his hand to the side, sliding you y/h/c locks over your shoulder, and finally deemed it acceptable for you to hear his voice.

Though, he still was not directing his tensive words in your direction. “Since you had dealt with this subordinate behaviour from her, perhaps you’d like to join us; help me train her to become more...” His breath fanned your the top of your ear, making your skin crawl by not only his warm and inviting breath, but also the offer that he had supposed to the other man.

“Obedient?” Loki asked in turn of his wispy ended offer of optimism, his leather, sharp tipped boots taking a prominent, heart clenching step towards you. He reached his finger out, grasping a loose strand that had fallen out of Bucky’s grip and before your face, tugging lightly on it, as his lips came dangerously close to your own. “Rules aren’t your forfeit, are they my dear? The best assistant I ever hired, with all those unique ideas floating around in that independent head of yours, but you’ve always been troublesome. I remember the time that you bit my cock that day you had attitude. I reckon Bucky here could do a better job.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” You hissed as said man tugged on his handful of your hair, instantly making you regret your phrase in the moment. To a halting surprise however, Bucky released you, lightly shoving you to cause you to fumble forwards, and away from him.

“Maybe I will.” He dared, earning a nod from Loki, whom seductively began to unzip his loose trousers, as Bucky descended to the ground, his hands running up his rival’s thighs, as the material dropped around Loki’s ankles. It would seem, that he had gone commando, and as Bucky grasped Loki’s shaft, you felt a pull in your chest inherently demanding that you play some part in this fornication.

“Wait.” Your hand shot out, as though you had some force to stop them from continuing with their war path to exact all of their developed spit onto you. “What about me?” You were ss

“Oh no doll, you are not pulling any strings here, if you wanna do something useful, come here and warm my cock, you can watch me blow your old associate.” A slither of a whimper fell from your lips, it wasn’t exactly what you were prying towards, but you sure as hell were not going to refuse the contact that Bucky was obliged to give you.

Thus you wandered towards him, your pinkies curling around one another, as you sashayed to the ground beside him, watching as he paid Loki no mind for a moment, ruthlessly in a desperation fuelled motion, unbuckled his thick belt, and shoved the material of his leather trousers to be held accountable against his lower thighs, just above his tense knees.

He too, as their exteriors supposed, had forgone the extra layer that kept his cock tucked away, though it was exposed as he tugged those tight trousers down, and the sight of both his and Loki’s cocks bobbing in the same vicinity had you close to quivering.

It was somewhat of a dream portrayed in the viscous space of reality, the two men half undressed in then proximity of yourself, it was something that you had always imagined, even before you had left Loki’s side, and opted to work for Bucky, but the idea was definitely short lived. They hated each other, but apparently they were willing to put all their issues aside to prohibit you from freely running your mouth.

Bucky’s cock twitched as he patted his own thigh, ordering you without the aid of his voice to commence it as a servant’s throne, or in your case, a stool for you to rest on as he tended to intimate needs of the man that you had once worked for. Finally, with the decision of better judgement, you allowed your grey jumper dress to slide down your body, leaving you nude, and the aspect of the two men’s unforgiving and locked gazes.

“No underwear, and you wonder why your men have no difficulty in her allowing them to fuck her.” Bucky took ahold of his cock, squeezing his cock with one hand, whilst his other aided you in sitting on his muscular legs, as he lightly growled up at the opposing rockstar.

From the stiff grip that Bucky affirmed around his sceptre, Loki gasped, his pale lips instantly shutting once the sound wantonly abandoned him. The last thing that he wanted was for Bucky to see him in vulnerable poise, though with that said, it’d be rather difficult considering the smutty circumstances.

Bucky took Loki’s long, alabaster prick into his mouth, starting from the primrose tip and descending down, reciprocating the action that you did yourself as you sheathed yourself onto his cock, but instead with his lips. A grunt rendered along Loki’s length as the man bit back a whimper, the vibrations running through his veins like a transpiring pulse of sorcery.

Bucky opted for bobbing his head, as you endured the liberation of his very slightly gyrating movement inside of you. Though, despite him being almost completely still and leaving you full to the brim with his thick length, his balls resting against the partition where he was delved into you, you remained transfixed.

The motion image, recording first hand through your own eyes, of him blowing Loki was sinful, but you were drawn to it. If that made you a sinner, one endorsed by the graphic scene, licking your lips from the sight of Bucky running his studded tongue up the length of Loki, dipping the ball of silver metal into his slit, then so be it.

Your heart raced as you were met with an opportunity. A globe of saliva, strung by the lapping muscle of Bucky’s tongue dropped down; you practically saw its fall in slow motion. It was done before you could register your actions, you had leant forwards, catching the trickle of spit in your mouth, thinking not for a moment as you gulped the subjective liquid down.

Bucky’s pace increased, he gagged lightly as he jolted him further down his throat. Loki hummed, harshly grabbing Bucky’s dark brunette locks, biting his lip as he reimagined your little catch. It had him feeling close, and just as he was about to finish, precum furiously pooling out of his tip, Bucky pulled back, a smirk marking his features.

“You’re not cumming in my mouth, I don’t mind sucking dick, nor swallowing, but I have to practically listen to you jizz over your own talent, and prowl over my girl.” The name he labelled you with had your heart fluttering, but not nearly as much as when he lightly pulled out of you, infuriating you with the lack of any pleasurable esteem. “Don’t you worry babes, you can finish with me inside of you, like always.”

That used to be him, Loki thought with a brewing rage in his chest. Though he instead shrugged out of his dull patterned striped shirt that was already loose on his shoulders. The fabric hit the floor, leaving all of you barren to the subject of nudity.

“Always doesn’t suppose the past Barnes.” Loki stated, referring to all the various times that he had found refuge in your spongey walls, you willingly clenching around him, and pleading for him to hit a deeper spot within you. “And I do not prowl, I don’t need to. The evidence is there between her legs, coiling in juices surrounding her ever so willing folds, that are prepared to endure the harshest of penetrations.”

“What are you trying to do, write a fucking song about this?” Scoffed Bucky, rolling his crystallised orbs at the guts that this man had. If he so much as wanted to, he could stop this passage into a three way all together, but he did not, at least he had yet to. He was enjoying the way that you were squirming to yourself, thinking that he didn’t notice, squeezing the sides of your thighs together in an aroused matrimony.

“A fucking song would’ve the correct term - literally.” Was the affirmed words of Loki, as he shoved Bucky to be sat beside you, tilting his messy brush of crazed hair, his untrustworthy eyes drifting to you. “Who’d you want to fuck you, you fangirling slut?”

It was truthfully a difficult decision. “Both.” You admitted, your bones jumping as Bucky pinched one of your erect nipples, continuing to hold a sturdy clasp of his pads around the sensitive flesh; you couldn’t jut choose one of them. Not when they were both in such close range, bore in nothing more than their birthdays suits, talking about your quivering and diversely accepting cunt.

They knew that you couldn’t possibly refuse one or the other. You were vastly too hungry to be filled like you had never been before, shagged by two of three most well known artists in the industry, earnestly and mindlessly earning yourself a title within the circle of uptight yet simultaneously chill performers.

Perhaps, if Bucky we to ever potentially fire you, there would be another pursuer for your articulating talents on standby, awaiting for the moment that you walked out of his complex door to swoop you up as though they were a predatory falcon, flying off into a stationed sunset, those around seeing you as nothing more than a shadow of the ambient orb, but the one who had employed you finding you to be a sufficing inspiration.

Large hands swallows your hips, firmly controlling their angle as they grasped you in their strong, almost super human hold, lifting you so that you were tentatively tucked in a reverse cowgirl position on Bucky’s lap. It was the third time that you had been this close to him, it would almost be intimate, if your legs weren’t strewn in an open, all revealing splay, so that Loki could see your boss tease his tip around your entrance before sliding you down his length, extracting a strong wail from your churning throat.

Your own hand resented down, applying swirls of pressure down on your clit; it appeared that they were willing you to continue without interruption. Bucky lightly, despite the power that he was promoted to in this position, began to bounce you on his shaft, spewing small mewls out from your agape mouth.

Fisting his cock, Loki approached, Bucky reachin this seen hands down to spread te lips of your pussy, so that the other man was guaranteed a crude glimpse of you being stufffed. Though, you weren’t quite filled enough, for Bucky raised a brow and prompted Loki to allow himself to be pulled closer by your axed and whining aura.

He brushed his tip languidly against your buzzing clit, dragging through your slick and jab i at your delicate fingers before probing at the base of Bucky’s cock, and pushing inside, right along his rival’s length, the pair moaning out in a pleasured union. On the other and, you had tears falling from the crescents of your eyes, the stretch so much that it was a blistering pain to your cunt.

“Don’t go all meek dear, you and i both know this is far from the first instance where you’ve had more than one cock in this nasty, betraying cunt of yours.” Loki taunted, gripping the vulnerable expanse of your throat from behind, his icy glazed skin sending provocative shivers down your spine, making your pussy pulse from the chill that ran through your body.

And then, i a split instant, both cocks began to piston into your walls, as though you were nothing more than a rag doll, meant o be thrown around and handled in a disorderly fashion. They ere ruthless, groaning out symphonies in the cursive air around you, as your walls engulfed their pricks more than snugly.

You felt so wide down there, they were taking a pirating toll on your body stealing every breath that dared wither from your lips, tweezing their nimble fingered around various parts of your body, all in due retrospect or coerce you into fucking them back, making all actions in the mass of bodies a mutual effort.

Loki lowered his head down meeting Bucky for a sloppy, brash kiss. It was clear they were simply doing that part to fulfil a greedy desire in your stomach, but you were not one that minded. It was, like the rest of their frenzy of collaborations, a competitive mess. They nipped harshly at each other’s lips, ravenously all in the meanwhile ploughing your body with their har girths.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Your tongue dribbled, earning satisfied, lust induced smirks from both parties that were currently penetrating you, making you writhe harder against their lengths a new flow of moisture weeping out from your hole, lubricating their movements further, it encouraging them to do nothing more than continue what they were doing, despite their better judgements.

The truth was, they were rockstars. They had no better judgement, which is why everyone like them needed someone like you. Their thought were clouded with one mission, and for once in their spent lifetimes, it was not to beat the others, at least not to a certain extent anyways. It was their assignment, delivered by their own hands, to bring you to the edge, and that’s physically what they reformed to do.

One of them were groping your nipples, whilst the other confined the same treatment to your ass cheeks. Loki found your Rocky enables of positive feedback to be icicles and they were beautiful, he stared at them, as though they were divine ploys extracted from the mythical kingdom of Jotunheim, their residence in the realm to be the peacemakers of all bountiful creatures, much like himself and Barnes.

A rich euphoric groan exuberated from Bucky as he allowed himself to spoil, but he tutted whence he watched Loki’s features suppose that he was to follow shortly behind. “Not inside of her.” Bucky growled, sufficing Loki to roll his eyes, and pull out, the man behind you furiously replacing your hand, rolling our clit in his grasp until a sinful scream enveloped the air, commencing them all to the fact that you had just came.

Loki found the show to be unfair, and instead, spilled his priceless seed onto the huffing skin of your stomach, you eyes fluttered shut at the warm feeling pooling onto you. You leant back, drawing your neck into a crooked angle as you swiped your tongue wordlessly over the piercing on Bucky’s right nipple, metal providing a relief to the heat that your body was and had been swarmed with. “ Last chance you’re gonna have t taste her sweet cunt.”

“You do certainly have some faith in this one Barnes, but I do doubt that it will be the last instance in which i am todo so.” His silver tongue pried at your cum soaked flesh, drinking up all the essence that you had to offer, onshore the flavour that Bucky had brought to the table, i the form of a succulent drizzling of Snow White cum.

As Loki finishes swabbing his tongue over your cunt, Bucky adoringly kisses you, much sweeter than he has before. It was sort, and almost chaste, but his blue eyes roamed your face, delicately observing the high points of your face, that were covered with a sheen of great force making you as he would put it, glow.

The pair of you weer exhausted, there was still some swollen was to his lips from where he had sucked off Loki. His hands cradled you around your waist, his feet kicking Loki back as you whimpered from opaque sensitivity. “I guess that was you bidding me a dew.” Sneered the trickster, fishing for his clothes, as he spared you a spark filled glare, to which you ignored.

Once he was situated back into his attire, he left the sex scented room,a hollow smirk chapping his lips as he strutted th a purpose out into the hallway, taking a left instead of a right, and creeping into barnes’ studio to see what the man was working on in the midst of his enduring tour/ He was always the trickster, and nothing different was to ever be expected out of him.

“That was good.” You mumbled, rubbing your ode lovingly across the scruff that coated his jaw. His fingers made small circles upon your tummy, humming contently as he remained sheathed inside of you. He had to admit, he preferred it when it was just him, but his lonesome, sheathed within your walls, feeling the small trembles of your walls around him. It was practically heaven, and he would say so if he believed in such a place.

A deliberate knock ruined the moment, as the man entered,he quarrelled with himself where her to casually look in the direction of the pair of you or to avert his sight around, and blankly at the all. “What is it T’Challa?” Grumbled the man inside of you, quirking a thin brow at the timing of his presence.

“Loki; he managed to get into ur data, and he’s leaked a whole bunch of your music.” Of course, Loki would not come here to simply gloat, there was alas something extra up his green sleeve, and now it was revealed.

“Son of a bitch!” Bucky made a move to stand, but instead prohibited a whimper out of you as hi ships jutted angrily tip on instinct. “Get Odin on the phone, we’re going to have a little chat about his slippery hands son!” Barked Bucky, prepared t do anything to bring his greatest threat down, compiling him into the put of hate industry, until he was forgotten about, unable to ever produce new music again.

“Talk to Sif.” You whispered, becoming the image of his assistant once more, even if his cum lathered cock was prevailing within a rut of required stress relief, growing in the conjunction of your wall with his body guard there. “She loathes him, and rightfully so. He got her kicked out and she has dirt on him that nobody else has ever heard. If you want to take I’m down, she is your in.”

The strict tone grammatically supported by your logical information was definitely turning Bucky on again. He could handle you more than fine without Loki’s aid, he was just a means to an end, as it was clearly shown in his priorities.

[whysojiminimnida]

So, I think Jimin will go solo soon. They will perform butter remix and Jimin has no verse there because of that woman, and then my universe where Jimin has no line alone but he only armonizes. Also the break dance is made only by jhope in butter and my universe. So if jimin doesn't sing and dance, why he is there exactly? Nobody will notice him.

K wait. You mean go solo as in leave BTS? Fuck no. That is not happening. Listen to the man when he speaks ffs. This is the guy who was the last to keep a roommate in the dorms (hiya Hobi how's that permanent third-wheel position) and he has arguably some of the closest relationships within the group. His very tight bonds with Namjoon and Yoongi sometimes fly under the radar but they are there. His best friends are there. His man is there. He's not going anywhere. I wouldn't be mad if he released a mixtape or some new solo tracks but he's already one of the highest record-breaking solo artists in the industry without leaving BTS.

Hobi is the first main dancer by title and is the hip-hop specialist of BTS. Don't trash on his dance credentials by suggesting that Jimin is a jealous bitch who can't share the spotlight. I get that you didn't say that directly but it reads that way in my room. Um and did you totally blank on the entire Megan Butter remix with the 3J video in which Jimin not only appears but is one of literally only three guys involved? Maybe you missed the PTD Live stream of the entire Dynamite/Butter dance break in which Jimin ANNIHILATED that stage. I hope we get it again in LA. His speed and precision is not to be missed.

You seem also to be forgetting that Jimin DOES sing. Solo, often. He has large and important vocal parts in as many songs as Taehyung and the line distribution is planned out and agreed upon in advance. I would argue that he gets more vocal lines than Seokjin does and I'm sure someone somewhere has done the math on it that you could Google if you were more inclined to do so than I am. Maybe it's just me, anon, and if I'm completely misreading you I am sorry for it, but read the optics of what you're saying. Because what I'm hearing is you think that Jimin doesn't belong in BTS and that's just the dumbest thing ever. And that you think nobody will notice The Park Jimin? Have you seen Twitter just today? Do you follow K-media like at all? Dude is the King of K-Pop, right there with Jungkook, often as a couple but just as often on his own. What are you even watching? Get out of your imagination, anon. It's not good in there.

What the crap is going on in my drafts I ask you, she digressed. My photo placement suddenly went wonky.