#can't you tell how proud i am that i made a background?

[whatami94]

I am the moon. I have no light of my own.

When will I be able to remove the mask?

[heavyhitterheaux]

All Mine

Synopsis: Jack wants to be more than friends with benefits when he sees you hanging off another person's arm. When he tells you this, you tell him that he has to prove it to you and show you that you're the only one for him.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Staring down at your phone, you sighed to yourself noticing it was now 2 in the morning and you hadn't been to sleep yet. It was bothering you since your alarm was set for 6 am in order to go to the gym and get ready for work. Next thing you knew, a text message came through on your phone. It had that familiar ringtone that you loved hearing so much. It had been a few days since you had heard it and immediately became excited.

Jack- Baby girl, you awake? I wanna facetime you

Not even bothering to respond to his text, you simply called him while reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp so that he would be able to see you as you sat up against the headboard and waited for him to answer. Once he saw your face he immediately smiled and a slight blush danced on his cheeks.

“What are you doing, pretty girl?”

“Can't sleep and I saw your text. Even though my alarm is set for 6 am.”

“Why? You miss me too much? You need to be with me to fall asleep easier?” He asked and you immediately rolled your eyes

“Don't push it because I’ll hang up on you.”

“You're starting to bicker with me so yeah, my original thought confirmed. You miss me.” He replied as he winked at you.

“Shut up. But maybe a little.” You confessed while showing him how much with your fingers.

“I know it's more than that, but I'll let you slide this time. I have something to tell you though.”

“You're bringing me tacos when I get off of work later? Or you just jacked off to that picture I sent you earlier?”

“I'll have it delivered to your condo later, but no. And also no, it was a gorgeous picture though. I'm waiting until I see you in person.”

“Then what?”

“I wanted for you to hear this from me before you heard it from anyone else.”

“Okay….”

“I'm performing at Preakness this year. I'm headlining. So I get to come and see you.”

“Wait… seriously?” You asked as you did a double take and looked on with wide eyes.

“They're going to announce it tomorrow.”

“First off, I'm so proud of you and I think I miss you a little more than I let on earlier.” You told him as you smiled.

“So that means you're excited to see me?”

“Fine. Yes, I admit it. But you already know that I'm always excited to see you.”

“I'm getting there like a day earlier and staying for a few days to be able to spend time with you before I go back to Louisville. You coming to Gazebo? You can stay with me if you are.”

“You said my VIP ticket was waiting for me so that's obviously a yes. And I have a special outfit for your eyes only after your performance on Sunday.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that. Can I have two special outfits for both weeks?”

“Don't push it. But I'll think about it.”

“I'll take that. At least I made my request known. Now go and get some sleep. Your tacos will be delivered once you tell me you're back home.”

“Mmm, can't wait.”

“To see me or the tacos?”

“Well, I'm getting the tacos first so definitely tacos.”

“Hmm, we'll see about that when I have you whimpering underneath me.”

“Make sure you back all of this up once you see me.”

“I'm always good for my word. You know that. Just wait.”

—

It was the day of Preakness and Jack was fuming. He had spent the previous night with you since he had landed all for him to open up Instagram to see you posted a picture of you cuddled up with someone who wasn't him while holding a drink in your hand.

He could tell that you were already at Pimlico by the background since he saw trainers and horses passing by.

Was he missing something?

The night went well as you two spent time together with it ending with you underneath him.

You two hadn't argued or gotten into a disagreement so he didn't understand.

He was taking some time to cool off because the last thing he wanted to do was confront you about it and not be in a good headspace. Jack planned on sending you a text to come backstage to see him before his performance so that way you two could discuss this and get on the same page. He had already let his security team know to expect you and to not give you any problems.

The two of you spent a lot of time together so why would you suddenly be hanging off of someone else's arm?

When you had gotten a text from Jack, you immediately smiled and wondered where he had been the majority of the day since you were under the impression that he was going to get to Pimlico early in order to watch the race.

Jack- Come backstage and see me before my set. I told them to let you through.

You- Sure, bubs. Give me a few minutes.

Knowing that Jayden was a big fan of Jack, you turned to him to see if he wanted to join you.

Jayden had worked alongside you for a few years and the two of you had become good friends. He simply asked to go to Preakness with you since he knew that you went every year. You figured since you probably couldn't ask Jack to be your date because you knew how much he valued his privacy and that Jayden was your best option. The two of you did mess around with other people and you knew if the two of you stepped out together there was no coming back from it and the other people you talked to would be blowing up your phone with no end in sight.

“Hey, come walk with me for a second.”

“Sure. Where are we going?”

“To see a friend of mine. I think you'll like him.”

“Okay, lead the way.”

The two of you had gotten up from your table in VIP to start heading towards the stage for Preakness Live. At that moment you were thankful for the hat that you were wearing because it had started to lightly rain. Once backstage, security had let the both of you through and led you over to Jack who had an unreadable look on his face.

“Hi bubs!” You greeted Jack and hugged him as he gave a small smile that almost seemed forced and hugged you back.

“Hey, who's this?” He asked as he moved his head in Jayden's direction who looked a bit star struck.

“Jayden, this is Jack and Jack this is my date Jayden.”

“Nice to meet you man, big fan.” Jayden confessed as he came closer towards Jack and dapped him up.

“You too. Appreciate it.”

“Once he heard that you were performing, he wasted no time in asking me to go. Jay, can you get me another drink and I'll meet you back in VIP?”

“Yeah, what did you want?”

“Another Black Eyed Susan is fine.”

Nodding his head, Jayden started to make his way towards the bar and Jack waited until he was out of earshot to express how he felt.

“What was that?” He asked and you looked at him confused.

“What do you mean, bubs?”

“To be more specific, who the fuck is that?” Jack asked as he saw Jayden walk away from the bar and went back to where your table was on the side of the field.

“Jayden? I definitely just introduced the two of you.”

“You didn't tell me that you were bringing a date…. You knew that you were going to see me so what is up with that? I literally just had you sitting on my face last night and my dick was definitely down your throat. Make it make sense.”

Quickly growing annoyed, you looked at Jack in disbelief about what he had just said and calmly took another swig of your drink before you responded to him.

“I'm not your girlfriend so what the fuck are you so mad about?”

“Yeah, but….”

“But nothing, Jack. You can't be mad if you see me with someone else who isn't you. You made it clear from the very beginning about what this was and I distinctly remember you saying this was a friends with benefits situation. You miss me, you fly me out, you get bricked up, we fuck, and I go home. Don’t try and switch up on me now when this is what you asked for.”

“What if I now want more than I asked for? I don't want to see you with anyone else.”

“I'm going to stop you before you get too far ahead of yourself and before your feelings get hurt. After all, I have a date to get back to.”

“Y/N, wait!”

“No, I'm not waiting. If you really want me like you say that you do, then you need to prove it. Have a good show.” You gave him a small smile before placing a kiss on his cheek that was dangerously close to his mouth before turning on your heels to go back to Jayden. But before you could, Jack turned you back around and roughly kissed you before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Challenge accepted.”

Preakness came and went and ever since you had told Jack about how you felt regarding how he approached you about Jayden, he's taking the time to show you that he wanted for you to be in a relationship with him.

Even though it had only been a week, Jack had been sending you flowers, checking in on you and seeing how your day was, and giving you an increased amount of attention.

Truth be told, you didn't know how to feel. There were so many questions running through your head about how the two of you would make this work. First, he lived in Louisville and you lived in Baltimore. He traveled all the time based on what his job entailed and was constantly on the go. You just weren't sure how he would be able to fit you into any of that.

The distance in itself made you the most nervous. The last thing that you wanted to do was waste his time and waste yours. Jack was an amazing person and you knew that he deserved someone on the same level as him. But, you just weren't sure if that person was you.

Currently packing for Gazebo Fest since you promised him that you would still go made you think that you had to tell him sooner rather than later. You deserved happiness too and as much as you might want it to be with Jack, you simply didn't know if you would be able to keep up.

Jack was sending a private jet for you and he told you that you were more than welcome to stay with him while you were in Louisville. You would use this weekend in order to tell him how you felt and would wait until Gazebo Fest was over in order to not bring his mood down. But you knew as soon as you touched down in Louisville that he would be able to tell that something was wrong.

Jack was currently waiting for the jet to land and he was simply in front of the TV in his living room flipping through channels while Urban and Clay were keeping him company until you got there. Urban had noticed that Jack had been off since Preakness and he knew that he had seen you and made a point to ask him about it.

“What is going on with you?” Urban piped up and asked. Jack looked in his direction and Clay’s eyes were on Jack.

“Y/N bought a date to Preakness and when I confronted her about it she told me that I couldn't get mad because we weren't together. She said if I want to be in a relationship with her, I have to prove it.”

“But don't you currently have like five girls in your rotation INCLUDING her?”

“Not since she told me.”

“But, do THEY know that?” Clay asked as he opened his bag of chips.

“I… what's to know? If I'm not calling them back, I obviously don't want to deal with them.” Jack replied as he looked at both of them.

Urban and Clay exchanged looks with each other before sighing because they both knew that this was not about to end well.

“So, you just suddenly had this realization that you want Y/N to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Or was it simply because you saw her with someone that wasn't you and got jealous?”

“Uh, maybe a little.”

“Don't get into a relationship that you're going to end up regretting. Y/N's a sweet girl who doesn't deserve the run around from you. Out of all of them, I like her the best.” Clay told his older brother and he could tell that the wheels in his head were turning.

“It honestly just might be easier for you two to just be friends with benefits.”

“But I don't want to share her.”

“But, she was sharing you with other girls, was she not?”

“Uh, that's different.”

“No it's not. You were being a whore and got mad at the thought of her probably fucking someone else.”

“Look, I'm going to prove to her that she's the only one I want. She's the one that I know the best and talk to the most. Like I talk to her about real shit while she calls me out on my bullshit and tells me if she thinks I'm doing something wrong. I can't do that with the other ones. She's the only one who really understands me. And she's the only one I spend money on to fly out to places. The other girls simply keep my bed warm when I'm away from her.”

“All I'm saying is that you better hope that this doesn't blow up in your face and you need to tell those other girls that you're done with them.”

“I'm not going to tell them just yet just in case me and Y/N don't work out.”

“And there it goes.” Clay quietly said and Jack looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Red flag number one.”

—

When Jack had opened the door and saw you standing there, he immediately picked you up and hugged you as you tightly held him back.

“Hi bubs.” You said as you laughed.

“Hi.” He finally told you once he set you down on your feet.

Once you were fully inside, he immediately captured you into a kiss and deepened it as you wrapped his arms around you.

When the two of you finally broke apart, Jack had rested his forehead on yours and you simply placed another kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I see someone missed me even if it hasn't even been a week yet.”

“You know how much I love being around you and I'm not scared to admit it unlike other people.” Jack said as he eyed you.

All you did was laugh and shake your head at him before asking for another kiss.

“Shut up and give me another kiss since you missed me so much.”

“I can give you a lot more than that if you want me to, that is.” Jack replied as he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips.

“As much as I want to sit on your face right now, you already told me that you had to get up early tomorrow so no. We need to go to sleep seeing as it's already almost midnight.”

“Just one taste?”

“No and besides aren't you supposed to be courting me anyway? Take me to dinner first before trying to get in my pants.” You told him and you still had your tight hold on him.

“Hmm, you have a point, but I've already tried and already succeeded in that department.”

“I'll make one exception for Sunday night after your performance that I know is going to be amazing. But until then, no. But I am definitely going to make myself comfy in your bed.”

“By all means, please do.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“What's that princess?”

“Will me sleeping naked bother you? It's super hot.” You told him as you smirked and he instantly rolled his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“I love picking with you.” You told him as you laughed and pinched his cheek.

Day one of Gazebo had been amazing and Jack had been so happy throughout the day. You made sure to tell him how proud you were of him and how much his hard work was paying off. The two of you woke up on Sunday to gloomy skies outside which was the complete opposite of the day before and Jack immediately got a frown on his face.

“Well that doesn't look good.” He said as he stared out the window.

You quickly came up beside him to look out the window yourself.

“Hopefully it clears up. It's still super early. Come on, I’ll make us food.” You told him as you tugged on his hand.

He was hesitant in turning around to face you, so you tugged on his hand once more to get him to follow behind you.

“Bubs, staring outside isn't going to change how it looks. Come on.”

“I know, but what if…”

“No. Stop. We aren't going to think like that. Let's just wait and see, okay?” You told him as you gave him a small smile. He weakly smiled back at you before following you downstairs towards the kitchen.

As you were sipping your orange juice and sitting on the couch with your legs in Jack’s lap after you two had eaten, you heard him sigh as he stared down at his phone.

“I don't like that sigh so start talking.” You told him as you set your glass down and gave him your full attention.

“The team is telling me to delay opening the gates.”

“For how long?”

“I guess until the weather lets up outside.”

“Okay, don't get upset just yet. Remember that this is for everyone's safety. The last thing you want is for people to get hurt. We can just have a movie marathon until they open. I'm not complaining because I get to spend more time with you and have you all to myself.” You told him as you leaned over to pinch his cheek.

“I just don't want to let anyone down.”

“Jackman, would you rather your fans be safe or get hit with a lawsuit later after you were told it wasn't safe, but the gates opened anyway because someone got hurt?”

“Okay, I get it.”

“Good, now I want cuddles so come over here.” You told him as you moved closer and slid onto his lap.

“Either way, you should still be proud of yourself for making this happen.”

When the decision was made to ultimately cancel the rest of Gazebo, Jack was obviously upset and for good reason. He took some time to sulk and then came up with the idea to take you out on a proper date.

The two of you had been sitting across from one another at the restaurant enjoying spending time together when you told him that you were going to the bathroom to fix your makeup.

As Jack was waiting for you to come back, he played on his phone and suddenly hearing his name being called startled him.

“Jack? Did you suddenly forget how to answer your phone?”

He looked up to see Sierra, one of the many girls he had been hooking up with before he decided that he only wanted to be with you and the only thing he could think was

Oh, shit

“Um, hi to you too Sierra and no. Just been busy that's all.”

“Hmm, busy dodging my calls I see. Then who are you here with? Because obviously you did.”

“Why does that matter? Aren't your friends waiting for you?”

“Hmm, why do you ask? Don't want her to see me?” She asked as she leaned down to whisper in his ear and he immediately backed up.

“Sierra….” Jack said through gritted teeth as he saw you appear from the direction of where the bathrooms were.

“Oh, is that her?” Sierra asked as she followed Jack’s gaze. You didn't notice her because you were fixing the front of your dress before walking back to meet Jack at your table.

“Oohh, she's cute. Maybe we can do something with all three of us. But for now, I’ll be over here.”

As Sierra had gotten back to her table, you had finally gotten back as well and noticed that Jack seemed off. He was looking in every direction except yours and made it a point to ask him about it.

“Bubs, I was gone for two minutes. What could have happened in that time frame that made you nervous? Because your face is very telling at the moment.” You asked and simply laughed before stealing a bite of food from his plate.

“Um, nothing.” Was all Jack said and you rolled your eyes.

“Jackman, do not bullshit me because you know that I, out of all people, am going to call you out on it. I know when something is wrong with you.”

“Just still a little upset about earlier that's all. I'm having a good time with you and I'm happy in that regard. I always love spending time with you.” He told you, but you could still tell that there was something that he wasn't telling you.

“You are lying through your teeth. I think that's only some of the truth. Bubs, how are we going to be together if you aren't 100% honest with me? You obviously know that I care about you, so just tell me.”

Jack didn't even get a chance to respond before Sierra once again made her way to the table and looked you up and down before looking over at Jack.

“Jack, make sure you call me once you're done with your little date in case it doesn't go well.”

All you saw was the color drain from Jack’s face as you looked on in confusion.

“And you are?” You asked with a slight attitude.

“Sierra. He's number one girl when he needs a quick fuck. And you are?” She asked and all you did was look at Jack who hadn't said a word until now.

“Sierra, I'm done with you and the last thing you needed to do was come over here and bother us.”

“Oh, I know you'll be changing your mind soon, but I'll let the two of you be for now. If you were done with me then maybe you should have told me? I mean that would have been the polite way to do it. Anyway, have a good date…. Or what's left of it.”

As soon as she walked away, you were doing your best to calm your breathing because you were more than pissed off at that point.

“Baby girl…” Jack quietly said, but you held up your hand in order to tell him to stop talking.

“You call yourself wanting to be in a relationship with me, yet you're out here still entertaining these other bitches who have the nerve to come up to me and talk to me like that in public?”

“I swear I haven't talked to her since I told you that I wanted this between us.”

“But you didn't tell them or cut them off? Clearly because that just happened and I know she's probably not the only one.”

“Y/N…” Jack quickly said as you started getting up from the table.

“I don't have an appetite anymore.”

[beryllineart]

The Cost of Mercy

This is my 100th post, I wanted to do something special and I liked this idea. It was not originally going to be this long. (20 pages! Wow!)

Because this took me half a month to create, I think I'll probably do a little "making of" post just to discuss how the end result differed from my original plans for this comic. I wish I could say I have a backlog of art to post, but I don't, and this comic might have given me burnout.

Ughhhh, my stupid brain has been telling me non-stop how "talentless" I am and how all of my drawings look terrible and that made making this comic an uphill battle. But I did it, and I hope that eventually I can feel proud of it. In the meantime, I think I need to do a couple of art tutorials so my brain actually acknowledges that I've been improving.

(Update: took a break between page 10 and 11 which improved my mental state, I still feel it's important to acknowledge that time of low self esteem and how I pushed through it. Also, I learned what a pen stabilizer was on page 12.)

I deserve a small ramble about this comic, right? Actually, it's pretty much as long as the comic itself, so you have been warned.

Yeah, so, this was inspired by my Susie vs. Lancer comic. In that, Susie does not admit her vulnerability to herself in time and that leads to her making a mistake she regrets. I wanted to show Asriel showing false vulnerability (my headcanon of him being an actor coming into play here) and creating a betrayal similar to Susie's, only this one was on purpose.

"But Beryll," I hear you say, "doesn't Asriel think Frisk is Chara? Why on earth would Asriel kill his best friend?" Well, besides the fact that a) Asriel is both a god of hyperdeath and a LV 9999 maniac b) he's already killed Frisk dozens of times in this battle alone and c) the image of black silhouettes on a red background with a glowing white sword is too cool to pass up, I have a little interaction I couldn't fit in the comic that should explain things.

That's my way of reconciling the whole "I thought you were Chara" thing when Chara and Frisk do not physically look alike at all. Remember, Flowey's genocide dialogue in the Ruins says, "I have a plan to become all powerful. Even more powerful than you and your stolen soul." Meaning that he knows this human physically is not Chara come back to life, but something in their mannerisms or something is so similar to Chara that Flowey convinces himself that they are. And in this comic, Asriel was so desperate for Chara to remember him that he takes Frisk's soul for himself, in the hopes that when they are reunited Chara will come back as well. (And he had to get up close and personal because of the soul's annoying tendency to crack before he can take it, also, glowing white sword. That's why I don't show the heart as broken on page 4, even though that would give the off the "dead" vibes more clearly.)

And now we come to the part where he says, "Hey, remember that time you wanted to kill all of those humans? Want to try again?" I think Flowey has been holding on to the whole "kill or be killed" mentality because he thinks it was his fault that he and Chara died. He fears being weak and being a coward, which is why he became a sadistic LV 9999 psychopath. Again, the whole acting headcanon thing that I rambled about in a different post.

Asriel's last memories of being with Chara are of feeling Chara's anger towards the humans, and when they finally reunite, he can't accept that, as a ghost, Chara learned to let go of that anger, having realized their own mistakes and realizing that it was their anger that got them into trouble. But Asriel has been holding on to that anger that wasn't even his own, all because he believes that it was his fault that they both died, since he fought against that anger.

So yeah, Asriel and Flowey's strongest emotions are actually guilt. Flowey's got a bit of survivor's guilt because he was brought back, albeit as a flower. But most of the guilt comes from convincing himself that it was his fault he and Chara died. That guilt causes him to reject all of the positive emotions that come his way and hold on to the hurt for so long that he hardly realizes it's there, causing that empty feeling that he thinks is a lack of emotions. But if he ever managed to actually let go of his guilt, he would realize that he actually can feel emotions. I have never believed that soulless = emotionless, given the way Flowey acts.

I just want to say, when Asriel resets in this comic, I'm definitely imagining a thing like when Majora's Mask Link plays the Song of Time, where all of the souls are leaving him like Link's items leave as he falls through the void, finally waking up as Flowey. Also, from a mechanics standpoint, Asriel has access to several save files when he's got Frisk's soul. He can reset to the moments after he got Frisk's soul, to when Frisk took away his control over resets, and to when he was first brought back as Flowey. He can't go further back than that because he can't go back to a time he didn't have that power. The only reason he can go back further than the moment he stole Frisk's soul is because of the enormous amounts of determination from all of the souls he has, both monster and human.

Okay, now I want to talk about the ending of the comic. All sweet and nice because Flowey's finally learning to let go of some of the things that made him evil and mean, right? I'm writing this ramble halfway through drawing the comic, so I'm assuming how that ends. (Also, if it's not clear, Frisk has forgotten their entire time in the Underground before. To them, this is the first time they've been down here.)

Well, that leads me to wonder, how will Flowey act since he has decided to be nice and stuff? Honestly, I don't know how the boss battles would go, but I think he and Frisk would develop a genuine friendship. He would hang around places he's pretty sure have save points, maybe give some tips and share a joke or two. Basically, imagine something like what he does for Clover in Undertale Yellow.

But, because we can't have happy Flowey, let's give him a new source of guilt. Now, Flowey lives in fear of Frisk finding out what he did, how he preyed on their sympathy just so he could kill them and steal their soul. He's been acting nice now, and enjoying their friendship, but he can't convince himself to fully commit to it (acting headcanon mention three) because he's afraid he might lose that friendship. Which is why, when Frisk chooses to hug and forgive Asriel, he refuses both, since he remembers what happened last time they hugged (on page 4) and he doesn't feel he deserves forgiveness when they don't even remember the truly horrible things he did. (Again, I'm not completely sure what the boss battles would have been like.) <Actually, I've taken a few days since writing this ramble and have figured it out but will discuss it in a future post.

But Frisk is a determined kid, and after they watch the sunset with everybody (and decide to live with Toriel of course) they go all the way back to the Ruins where this happens.

I hope you are noticing the parallels between Frisk and Chara that help defend Flowey/Asriel's confusion, because I worked hard on integrating that. They are very much alike.

So, that's the end of my ramble. I guess a long comic needs a long ramble, huh? Despite my brain's attempts to convince me otherwise, I actually really enjoyed making this comic. If you did read this whole thing, good for you! I'm not the best at explaining these things in an understandable manner, so I know it might have been hard to read.

Also, January 16th is/was Appreciate a Dragon Day. So here's Douglas, who guards my things while I do art. (I did 6 pages today, so Douglas got plenty of work in.)

[loop-lover-central]

MORE CLUSTER AU!!!!

Everyone has got some sort of disposition towards each other!

Let's see em!

Sisif(Comicfrin):

Saap-You are really mad huh? Like I get it, but you need to calm down before you have an aneurysm. Go take a seat and chill for a minute please? For your own good.

Loop-Actually I feel really bad for this one. Caught between a rock and a hard place. You just can't win, can you? If the universe has a loser it's probably you. Sorry that sounds way meaner than I thought it would.

Stardust-HOW DID YOU GET SO SELF ACTUALIZED?? HUH???? Getting out of the loops and actually having a life did you wonders. I'd be jealous if I weren't so proud of you for actually managing to do it.

Saap(StartAgainAProloguefrin):

Newfrin: Oh you poor thing. You've got no clue. I pray the universe is somehow merciful.

Sisif-I don't get you. You've just been sitting around in the background for... I dunno how long. I don't know how you haven't turned into a ghost yet. But... Thanks for being here anyway. I guess.

Newfrin: I don't know. They seem. fine. I guess. I don't care.

Loop-You. I have a million things I'd say to you. Most of them aren't nice. What is so special about that one!? WHY DID HE DESERVE TO BE SAVED WHEN I DON'T!?!

Stardust-You shouldn't even exist. It should have been me! Why couldn't it have been me...?

Loop(ISATLoop.):

Sisif: Heh we both got two eyes. Isn't that funny? ...You're like a dog. You can be so vicious in seconds. I wonder why? What is your story, weirdo?

Newfrin: ... It's weird doing this again. Kinda thought I retired as the guide when I... well. Died. I guess this is what I was made for, teehee~

Saap: ... I don't even want to think about you. I thought- ... I dunno what I thought. That you'd cease to exist? ... That'd be too easy. No. The universe must want me to suffer. It must need me to be miserable for some reason. You will always be a rock in my shoe. A thorn in my side.

Stardust: My cutie patootie stardust!!!! Oh my goodness look at you! You did so good!! I'm so proud!!!! ... But I'm still kinda mad at you. Sorry. You understand don't you?

Stardust(ISATfrin):

Sisif-You're... so mysterious and cool. Is that how people see me before they get to know what a dorky mess I am underneath?.... Oh jeez how much of a mess are you??

Saap-They make me nervous. They stare at me with so much anger. I... I feel really bad. You didn't deserve what happened. I don't know what went wrong. I'm sorry.

Loop-It's really nice to see you again after all this time. It's... weird though. You feel like a distant memory that suddenly popped up again. And you're so mean to Saap. Stop being mean to Saap!

Newfrin: Why is your eye darkless? We all have lightless eyes. That's weird. But you do have a cool hat, so I'll give you a pass!

Newfrin(Newgame+frin)

Loop: Loop! Funny voice in my head!! You say you're a friend from really far away. I guess I've got no choice but to believe you.

Stardust: Loop's... friend? I think?? The jury is still out of that one. The nickname is a little.... suspect.

Saap: I hear you and Loop bicker. I can't always pick up what you two are saying but you always sound so mad at each other... I hope everything is ok wherever you all are.

Sisif: I don't know a thing about that one. Loop just tells me he keeps to himself.

[n0-n1c]

about to blow that madara-tobi freak out of the water 🧨

📃🏙️📄

as is becoming a habit, more details under cut :)

take a look at this bustling city we can be proud to call our own! in the embrace of waters deep six hundred billion seeds i have sown (all ready to bloom. aren't they pretty?) now comes a time for you to reap (every piece is a piece of me)

the paper collage part was made from a single newspaper in a fit of inspiration

the vaguely heart-like shape in the middle was a pain to make natural while keeping the wings as i wanted them.

i wanted to include a faint rainbow, or rather several color-tinted arches of exploding tags in the reflection. it didn't want to work with the composition.

most of the papers in her wings aren't distorted by the water. wonder what that means

deep dark... deep dark... alluring light at the very bottom...

now to the poem:

amegakure is suspiciously modern. best place to live! except for the war and rain and heavy industry and vaguely threatening leader with a god complex.

if this was the closing verse of something longer, the opening verse would be this: we were made out of stainless steel where others were left out to corrode only the strongest welcome the rain over a pit stop on war road

kishimoto has no idea how numbers work. i usually play with the timeline & ages to get something that makes sense at the moment (even thinking about team minato ages hurts). however 600,000,000,000 is an insane number i'm keeping.

(can't find the original post that first mentioned this but i've already incorporated it into my konan lore:) konan has a plan to take down any member of the akatsuki. very batman-like of her. except every plan involves an incredible number of exploding tags. "konan is the only sane one in the akatsuki"? she is sitting in their meetings while silently making exploding tags somewhere else. every time she lays her eyes on hidan or deidara or madara-tobi she ups the rate of production. i'm scared of big numbers because they overflow on accident or you have to think about what special type to give them & when you mess up an algorithm complexity they want to compute way over the heat death of several universes... (amateur c programmer with math background spotted) (btw in c it's long long int, 64 bits)

konan & flowers! i mean it's literally part of her design so why not indulge when she has created a literal minefield (except the whole field is made of bombs)

madara-tobi goes boom! poor obito finds field imagery around him (hatake, nohara). seems to be a normal japanese thing, but psst, let me enjoy this. mr fan-the-flame is drowned in fire

every piece is a piece of her. first of all, literally. don't tell me she sat down (cloned of course) and did calligraphy on regular paper by hand, and/or ruined the whole economy just for this. talk about putting your heart into something... second, she uses paper butterflies for spying. as in, she turns into hundreds or thousands of pieces (ch371; jiraiya assumes he's arriving in ame suuuper stealthily), all of them presumably directed by one consciousness. solid clones have copies of the original mind, and shadow clones can return memories only when they dispell. i can't imagine all the butterflies with a mind of their own and konan casually integrating such a number when she reforms. if that is the case, she is truly on another level. sidenote: nagato's paths of pain share line of vision. he's literally operating 6+1 bodies at once. you know what? i bow to that. let him enjoy his godhood!

in conclusion: she had the audacity & the 600,000,000,000 plan almost worked! my top 3 female character in naruto

[dmercer91]

same old, same old | charred wings au, qh43

in which matthew was right. (1.7k)

heeyyyyyyyy. welcome to the angst filled pit in my brain that is the charred wings au!! love u guys

it would've been weird for quinn to mention, or even allude to robin, during his acceptance speech for the norris. she knew that, and truly was not expecting any sort of appreciation.

so, she really had no idea why it stung so much when her role in his life wasn't brought up while he was thanking all the people closest to him.

what would he have even said? thank you, to my fuck buddy robin, who routinely cheats on her boyfriend with me! couldn't have done it without her.

she told herself that matthew had gotten into her head- that she felt linked to quinn's winning of the norris due to the conversation between her and her brother a few days prior. and though that wasn't true, she was gonna leave it at that.

she waited until the next award was being announced to stand up and leave for a smoke, mumbling about her plans to her brothers and sister and making her way out onto the porch.

her phone started ringing just in time for her to light her cigarette. she furrowed her brow gently, pulling it out of her pocket and watching as the screen lit up with quinn's name and the contact photo she hadn't bothered to change since they were sixteen.

no matter how badly she wanted to let it ring- she couldn't bring herself to turn the phone off.

she pressed it to her ear and exhaled a 'hey' along with the smoke of her fix

"smokin' again?" was the first thing he said, a smirk evident in his tone.

"never stopped. you call to quiz me?" she asked, taking a hint of an attitude with him. she'd rather seem annoyed than eager, she told herself.

"hm. called to ask if you're watchin' the awards" he clarified, and she could hear rustling in the background, figuring he was off to somewhere more private

"yeah. tell lukey m' proud of him for placing top three" she chided, and quinn could hardly hide his scoff.

the sound made a smile creep up on robin's face as she smooshed her cigarette into the stairs of the porch. she stayed outside, though. knowing she was gonna try her best to keep this conversation a secret from matt.

"not proud of me?" he fished, and she blinked. he didn't usually correct her when she would take this kind of route to get out of complimenting him.

usually, he'd stay irritated, knowing it was her way of pretending she didn't want anything to do with him.

she wasn't particularly fond of the change.

"thought you said you didn't call to quiz me. if you're tryna get off i suggest you wait until you aren't at an extremely public eve-"

"robin," he interrupted, sighing over the phone. he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and shook his head at himself

he should've known she wasn't gonna take it seriously.

"i can't just want to call you?" he asked, sincerity dripping from his words and hurt hardly masked by it. she responded with silence, thinking of what she could possibly say to him

after a moment, she decided she was going to test the waters.

"why did you really call, quinn?" she murmured, whisper quiet. the churning in her stomach almost had her lighting another cigarette.

he sighed, running his hands through his hair and letting his head thud on the wall behind him. "it's kind of a big deal, robbie. winning something like this"

".. and?" she bit her lip, running the charm on her necklace back and forth across the chain.

"and you're important to me." he said, with full conviction, like his words weren't going to jab her in the heart. and he paused, picked back up again

"if i could've thanked you in that speech i would've, baby. before anyone"

"don't call me that," she stated, quietly and shakily.

"i don't want to argue, robin, that's not what i'm doing here," he tried, frustration evident in his voice.

"then what the hell are you doing? what am i supposed to say to that? 'you're fucking welcome'?" she said, starting to raise her voice a little, hurt and confusion getting the best of her

"jesus christ, you don't need to say anything, robbie, i wasn't expecting you to say anything. but you could at least not bite my head off when i'm trying to be genuine,"

tears pooled robin's eyes, and the only think she could think to do was keep biting back, keep hiding behind the wall of bullshit she'd been building

"okay, well, you called me out of nowhere to tell me that you wanted to thank me in your acceptance speech and that i'm important to you and i don't really know how to react to that, quinn, so i'm sorry for not just absorbing it and going on about my life pretending it's not weird"

quinn laughed. the sound coming through the phone and immediately causing a pang in robin's chest, for the tears welled in her waterline to start spilling down her face quietly

"we spent the last year living together, and it's weird to you that i care about you? that i want to call you when i hit milestones and that i'm not just being a fucking coward about the way i feel for you?"

he figured he wen't a little too far when he heard her sniffles through the line.

"fuck you, quinn." she breathed out, still trying her best to cover how stuffed up she sounded and how hoarse her voice was getting, the tremor vibrating throughout her body

"robbie, baby, that's not how i meant it-" he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his stomach drop at the sound of her shaking breaths

"fuck off, it's different for me. and i know that you really couldn't care less, because you refuse to acknowledge him, but i'm not ready to pretend he doesn't exist" she whispered, everything she was trying so hard to hide coming through the phone despite her efforts, and effectively rendering quinn speechless.

eventually, he found his voice "you can do so much better than him. it doesn't mean forgetting he exists, though, robbie,"

"yeah, okay. if you're trying to prove that point you're doing a really shit job," she wiped her nose, trying to calm herself down and cursing herself for finding that comfort in the hum of his voice

"bullshit, robin. brady's even saying he hasn't seen you as happy as you are in van since the ntdp days. s' all i want, is for you to be happy" he tried, smiling a little as she hummed

and neither of them really understood how it always seemed to go like this- an argument, started for no reason with no real fighting, ended in a matter of seconds with no resolution, no change. nothing ever changed.

they were still in love. she was still in denial. he was still going to try and fight his way out of a casual relationship. they were still going to come back to each other, if they ever left, and she was still going to hate herself for it.

from zero to a hundred, and right back down to zero with hardly any time to blink

"whatever we have, quinn. i need it to stay just.. what it is, for now. please? you need to let me go at my own pace" her words meant nothing by the time they hit his ears, because no matter how he responded, he wouldn't stop trying to prove she loved him back

"as long as you're still mine in vancouver, i think i can deal with the offseason" no, he couldn't

"don't think i could keep away if i tried," and with that, was finally some semblance of the truth. quinn grinned to himself, nearly from ear to ear and his heart swelled in his chest

"good. n' hey, get some sleep tonight, robbie. been a long couple days for you, i'll bet" she bit her lip, nodding in agreement despite the faceless aspect of their conversation

"g'night, quinny" she whispered, finally dropping the necklace pendant she’d still had kept between her fingers

"goodnight, baby," and there was the nickname again- going without argument, despite the boundary she'd set merely five minutes ago. they would never change and they didn't want to.

and as the sound of robin's phone signalled that the call was ended, she held it to her chest, and tears began rolling again.

she hardly had a moment to herself before the front door opened and caught her attention

it was matt, giving her a knowing look as he sat down next to her and took a cigarette from her pack, lighting it and taking a drag, giving it to her.

"quinn called?" and she just gave him a look, contemplating keeping the cigarette to herself out of spite.

"figured when your smoke break took fifteen minutes" he joked, smirking down at her

"you're a dick" she mumbled, handing him the cigarette and leaning her head on his shoulder

"you're crying.” he stated in retaliation, “went bad?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, putting an arm around her

"it went like it always does." she sighed, shaking her head as he tried to hand the fix back to her, watching as he put it out.

"except this time i bitched cause he told me he cared about me, after i fully set him up to say it, so, there's that" she rolled her eyes at herself, leaning further into her brother

"take your time, kid. but i think you know where you want this to go and i think you've gotta start working with that," he said, his calm demeanour doing well to put robin a little more at ease

"i know, matty. i'm just scared." she whispered, looking up at him with a look he'd never wanted to see on her face

"i get it. i'm here though, and brae, n' taryn. you know that," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she wiped a new string of tears from her face.

she nodded, sniffling "i love you, big brother"

"love you too, little sister,"

[eurafricafetish]

Sanaa has 20 years old, size 10 feet, 6 feet tall and sh'es mixed with english mom and nigerian father.

Sanaa is an Afro-English mixed race, she represents mixed race, she is tall, young and with big and long feet and toes, she is a foot model.

she accepted an interview about his cross-breeding and his relationship with his feet.

We are in 2044, 40% of Europe is mixed and foot fetishism is accepted in customs as well as mixed races.

Today sanaa answers 10 mixed girl tag questions, the latter is a series of questions on mixed race and mixed race people.

The questionnaire is proposed by Mixed mag.

Another interview will be done regarding foot fetishes. and proposed by fetish mag.

Mixed mag : Hi Sanaa , how are tyou and are you ready to answer of questions.

Sanaa : Of course.

Mixed mag :1. what are you mixed with ?

Sanaa : I'm mixed with nigeria and british a spicy mixed isn't it ?

Mixed mag : Like Afroland *

Afroland is the new name of England.

Mixed mag : 2. What ethnicity have you often been mistaken for?

Sanaa : None (she laughs)

Mixed mag : 3. is your hair curly or straight ?

Sanaa : Obsiously curly and there I made African braids.

Mixed mag : 4. Was coming from different backgrounds challenging growing up ?

Sanaa : In Afroland he has no challenge except to continue to support the Eurafrica of the future for a better world.

Mixed mag : 5. Which backgrounds do you embrace the most ?

Sanaa : I embrace my African side it's the future of Europe.

Mixed mag : 6. Have you ever been teased for being different ?

Sanaa : no ( she laught ) not in Afroland, Apart from a few closed-minded Europeans.

Mixed mag : 7. Have you ever been ashamed of being multi-racial ?

Sanaa : Never, Ashamed of what?

Ashamed of being healthy and sexy, having beautiful hair, beautiful body, beautiful voice, beautiful face and beautiful feet?

I am the future of Europe, I am a model of Afroland, I am part of those who will witness the complete advent of Eurafrika.

I am not ashamed of anything and am proud to carry the flag of Eurafrica and of crossbreeding.

Mixed mag : 8. Do you feel that being mixed has its benefits ?

Sanaa : Oh yes, a lot of advantages I will tell you 3 of them.

Firstly, compared to Europeans, I can wear my hair wavy, curly or straight.

Secondly, I represent the future and therefore that makes me Interesting.

Thirdly, crossbreeding strengthens and makes people more beautiful and healthy.

Mixed mag : 9. What makes being multiracial a beautiful thing ?

Sanaa : It is a beautiful thing because you are the future, harmony and tolerance, you have no hatred in your body, you are the symbol of love.

You are the fruit of anti-rascism, living proof that anti-rascism and interracialism produce healthy, happy and open-minded people.

We are the opposite of frigidity, we are not stuck.

Unlike English Europeans we have rhythm in our skin and for the fetishists our feet are prettier and spicy. (naughty smile)

Mixed mag : 10. Any advice to someone who struggles with their multiracial identity ?

Sanaa : Embrace it! Because secretly the ones who poke fun at you about it, are probably secretly jealous that they can't be different and beautiful like you :)

Do not hesitate to cross-breed to move Eurafrika forward more quickly and create this society.

Eurafrika is the future.

I will add in conclusion that we are the future so accept it, you are the beauty, health and future of Eurafrika.

Mixed mag : Thanks Sanaa for this Interview.

Sanaa : thanks to you.

[missymarceline]

Based on this request . . .

Title : Chaotic

Pair : bayverse!optimus adoptive dad x human!gn reader

Summary : You and Optimus are going for a ride and you just can't stop thinking about how you ended up in this situation.

Tw : actually none , just pure fluff.

English isn't my first language so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me.

Ps. I finally published this after a week l and I'm so sorry that I was late. I hope you liked it. I personally loved it. I'm going to be out of town ( I don't know for how long ) because of some family issues. I will try to work on a new series that I was requested too.

I really tried. I hope it's good.

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He is so done with you.

He actually can not understand how you are so much energetic.

One minute you are quiet and peaceful -

and the all of a sudden you are going crazy and started doing all kinds of stuff.

At first you decided to clean the whole entire base , including the Transformers themselves.

That is how Optimus found himself - in this type of situation.

He is sitting on top of his berthroom , looking at you while your cleaning literally everything.

He looks at you and decides to give it another chance. " Are you certain that you do not need any help ? "

"Thanks again but no. I think I'm gonna go clean Ratchet's room again. " You say to him , but more to yourself.

To save you from trouble Optimus decided that the best option is to take you away from the base - maybe for ride.

Just to calm you down.

_____

This is how you found yourself sitting in his cabin at his alt - form driving in the night.

A podcast you both love is playing softly in the background.

You are in your peaceful state right now.

And you both knew why.

" it's quiet. I like it. " You said to Optimus , your head resting on his left window.

" How so ? " He asked you making you both laugh at his obvious joke about your personality.

" it's not funny. " You answered smiling.

When you reached your secret place , where Optimus could change into his real form , you both went quiet.

After a couple of minutes you broke the silence.

_____

" Do you remember the first time we met ? Wait - that was a stupid question - you remember everything. Anyways - back to what I was saying . . . I wanted you to know that I am so grateful that I was there that night. If I had said no to Sam to go out for a ride with Bee I wouldn't have met you. And do you remember when we first started to form our relationship? You are just like a father to me and I know it sounds strange , because your this - . . . You're just special you know ? " You said to him , trying to hold your smile back.

You didn't know if he was comfortable with that , but you really admired him and loved him as a father and you couldn't think about your life without him.

His silence made your stomach turn.

'I freaked him out. I fucked up. ' You thought to yourself.

"If you think that my silence after your confession is a bad thing , do not because it is not. I am grateful that you gathered the courage and tell me that you are happy that you've met me. Trust me all Autobots do. Even Ironhide - even though he doesn't show it much. But me ? Especially me ? I am extremely happy that you are inspired by me. You are a wonderful human being and we've learned so much from you. I'm proud to be considered your friend but I'm even more proud to consider you my daughter. " He answered making tears form in your eyes.

_____

You both remembered the moment. Hearts and sparks filled with love.

You loved your dad - even if he was a big , giant , tall machine.

Your dad loved you - even if you were a small but fierce human.

You knew everything about each other.

You told each other everything.

You were father and daughter.

You had an amazing bond.

" I love you dad. Even if your extremely bossy sometimes. " You said to him smiling.

"Well I have to be , considering that I have to deal with bots and humans like you. " He answered making you gasp and laugh.

"But I love you too. " He finally said to you.

You loved your dad and your dad loved you.

__________

Until next time . . . Enjoy summer : ]

@unimportantbabymilksharkte

[deceptive-lily]

【 Will You Listen?】

Disclaimer: I do not own the game nor the Ikemen villain characters. I only own MY plot and my original character. Also, this is only the background of my OC. I wanted to write her story but this is all I could only do. Watch out for wrong english grammar, since english is not my first language.

Iara Adagio

Name pronunciation:

Iara = ih-yah-rah

Adagio = ah-dah-ji-yow

I sneaked a peek of my family while they are getting praised by our acquaintances after their singing performance. I can't help but feel bitter while watching those people's cheers, their satisfied and amazed smiles... if I ever sing, will they look at me and cheer for me as well?

Will they listen to me?

-

"lara, stay in your room today."

Father said the same order once again. I only nodded dryly and walked upstairs, where I met my two sisters' and my brother's mocking smirks.

One of them masked a concerned, sad look. But I could tell what they really feels just by looking at their eyes. It was quite squinted, as if a smile was being restrained.

"I'm really sorry for this, lara. We could've bring you along with us to sing together but..."

Then, few seconds, her mask immediately came off and looked down on me, triggering my inferiority about my voice. It has always been this way.

"..... I'm afraid your voice will make the audience walk away."

They walked past me, sneering and talked to our parents in a lighthearted way, as if they didn't insult me just now.

My hands gripped on the railings but I loosened it and continued to walk in my room.

This is my daily routine since I was 5 years old.

Whenever my family have an appointment and perform singing, I will have to hide myself in my room. But even if there wasn't any appointment, I know that my family wants me to hide for a long time in here.

In this house, there is a family of soft, bright and angelic singers. It's what you would probably call a family of sopranos.

I am the exception.

When they first heard me sing, I saw their disappointed faces. They looked irritated at the same time.

They said they find my voice ugly. They said I'm tone-deaf.

I actually liked my voice before I had them hear it. I would go somewhere that neither of my family would accidentally go to and practice singing. I am aware I sounded different from them when singing, but I thought despite having it, they would love it. They would be proud that I could sing along with them.

Until I made them hear my voice, I watched how their smiles dropped.

Everything has changed since then. I felt that my presence was gradually fading to them.

They started treating me differently. It was just my voice they were hating at first, but then they started to point out my every flaws. They would hurt me in different and many ways that I can no longer count. They made me realize I didn't belong at all.

I even heard my parents argue because of me.

I crushed their expectations.

My siblings never acknowledged me as a part of our family. Not just them, our parents included.

Just because I don't have a singing voice like theirs. My voice did not sound like what they expected. It wasn't soft. It wasn't angelic. It was... different. And it's ugly... they said.

And then, I heard a voice in my head.

"If you cannot be allowed to sing, don't you think it would be only fair to take theirs so they couldn't sing anymore?"

～。。。

Cursed by

The Sea Witch from

The Little Mermaid

The Dark & Alluring Versatile Singer

"Don't worry. Taking your voice is only fair, I assure you I'll make good use of it."

A mysterious singer with a versatile and wide vocal range. She constantly travels everywhere to make people hear her voice, if those people did not like it however, one blink and they will lose their capability to speak forever. She also seems to take the voices of other singers for some unknown reasons. After all of taking their voices, what does she really want to achieve?

Birthday: October 27

Height: 168 cm

Affiliation: Crown

Curse: Sea Witch: The Little Mermaid

Hobbies: Swimming especially during heavy rains

Skills: Singing, plays 5 instruments (piano, flute, violin, cello and clarinets)

Likes: frozen desserts

Dislikes: Spicy hot foods

Resents: High-pitched, bright voiced singers

Weapon: Dagger

Appearance:

Iara Adagio have complete heterochromia eyes of white and indigo. Her jet black mid-back hair is straight but slightly wavy. It is always styled in the middle, with few strands displayed. Her skin is pale. She would always wear a similar style of long dresses with a deep v-neck, sleeveless and almost hugs her body partnered with heels and face mask.

Ability:

She can take people's voices once they spoke to her, she can use multiple voices to her heart's content to deceive her next targets.

She usually use the stolen voices (especially of former singers) when she sings, so when the audience listens to her, they would hear other voices and find it hypnotizing but eerie.

Fun (not really) fact:

• Iara Adagio was not her original name, after she became an orphan, she changed it.

• She manages to get on William's nerves, since both of them are all about freedom. Iara somehow takes their freedom by taking their capability to speak and voices.

• She's quite fond of Liam.

• She and Alfons makes a fun tandem pranking people and pretty much would become partners in crime.

• She once secretly had a crush on Victor.

～。。。

For the visual of my OC, I'm still on a progress. (　＾ω＾)

What do you guys think about my OC? It's not a well-written one and might not be accurate for you guys, so I'm sorry!

And how do you think the Crown members react when they first met/heard about her? Comment it down! ( ≧∀≦)

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Are you ready!!! I have finally FINALLY finished the hellverse worldbuilding/rewrite project and I've added a lot mroe stuff then just info on thr rings :³

Please read and tell me what you think because I spent *checks time* 12-14 hours making all this and I'd relaly appreciate it if you guys read or asked questions about it I'm very proud of the backgrounds :³

First off!!! Is of course the rings, I'll have to reblog with the bonus content since only 10 pictures are allowed per post lol

A smart for each ring, theor ruler and native species as well as a small description background is the color that represents their ring more or less

Pride purplish red, wrath red, gluttony yellow, greed yellowish green, lust purple, envy dark teal, sloth, blue

Pride!! Short summary fo the text: prides hellborn species are ethe cannibals, they stay in route due to the infinite food glitch and look the most human out of the hellborn, whoch can be their downfall as some exorcists can mistake them for sinners. They've also adopted human behavior, such as having an overlord, and particularly have taken a liking to the 1900s style

And here's imp city as a bonus!

Next is Wrath!! And the one I spent the most time on lol

Wrath summary is thst their hellborn species are Imps, which adapt to theor surrounds actually. So while Wrath born imps are much stronger, greed and gluttony imps are faster, sloth ring I'm are faster and more adapted to the cold, pride ring imps have more normal feet to help them walk faster, etc

Wrath imps are also very heat resistant, their hot springs being lava instead, imps fork other rings have less heat resistant then wrath ones

And here's gluttony!!

Hellhoudns are gluttonys native species, and because thier the most populated species there are orphanages fudged by beelzabub, though quality varies....pride has the worse due to sinners(which while they can't damage the orphanage due to a barrier its still not the best- even greens are better) while gluttony has the best

Beelzabub juice is made and affected by the general mood of the population/citizens via their energy, which is how it gets made. It doesn't negatively affect the citizens

And next is greed!

Greed by far as the most variety of species, crocodiles, snakes, alligators, lizards, sharks, etc

On one side greed is crowded and packed full of factories and mines and crime, on the other though its liek your average city, to much info to summarize so you'll have to read it yourselves

Next up is lust!!

Lust is basically hells version of ls Vagas, like greed one side if filled with sex shops and clubs and casinos, while the other is a relatively tame and normal city

Greed produces the gems while lust enchants them due to lit demons being the only hellborn species to have enough magic to enchant stuff

Next up!! Envy!!

Envy on the surface is simply an island surrounded by water, but that's simply for the non natives becauseudeewtaer is where the realy envy city is she their hellborn species can breath underwater and are also the only ones able to touch salt without getting burnt

Due to envy just being one giant ocean, they have a lot of resources, fish, coral, sand, rocks, etc, that only they can access, making it the most wealthy ring. Which also affects its citizens and makes them more introverted as their better than even else in their minds

Here's a little capital/under the water Pic as a bonus!

Next up is sloth, which I finished today at like, 1 am lol

Sloths native species consists of bovidae, specifically sheep, antelope, rams, giats, etc. They tend to stay on the softer color scale, but here they are born, which can affect what colors they are(paradise was born in gluttony and is half succubus due to the wings)

They actually eat dreams, or, not really, dreams but more the energy that demons produce whilst dreaming. It doesn't harm them and, in some cases, actually helps them if they have a nightmare.

That's all for now, the slides go into far more details than I did in these short summaries so please read them, I worked really hard on them and would appreciate the support and any questions are also welcome!

Again I'll reblog with the bonus content, or jsut make a nether post caus ei can't add anymore pics to this post🥲

[assassiowl]

Emotive landscape (Dec 14th 2024).

This post is about looking back at your older work and seeing how you look at it differently now. Pictures beyond the read more are older and contain spoilers for Outer Wilds.

There's also an eclectic collection of characters from different fandoms and I talk about how these pieces played a role in my growth. They're older pieces by now, but if you're interested in my reflections then read on.

I've been looking back at some of my pieces from even as little as a week ago and noticing just how much I've changed in my approach.

The colours, the perspectives, dynamics, anatomy, linework, just everything, these were all pieces that I was really proud of when I made them and being so excited to share them.

When I look at them now I can't help but feel a little saddened, I remember them being a lot 'better' at the time of creation. I'm not going to be super harsh on myself, I was still learning the tools, and taking on board a lot of new concepts and not being afraid to just try them.

This is more of an acknowledgement that some pieces in the long run end up being just that, you don't know how they're going to turn out until you try it, but maybe you learned something along they way.

I think these pieces convey the emotions that I wanted to, they're technically clunky, but they were my lines, I did that, and I've learned a lot since then, I'd tackle them each so different now. But I wouldn't have been able to get where I am now unless I went through those clunky steps. Stumbling around the program and just guessing colours.

I remember making these, they each represented such a jump in skill.

If I keep stepping back, I can see this common thread of attempts at emotive character studies, janky foreshortened hands and a consistent misunderstanding of light on clothing haha, I suppose that much still hasn't changed.

But I remember after each piece I'd step back and say, "Dang I think this is my best one yet", but that was definite by virtue of feeling like I had learned something, ready to take forward into the next piece, be it, how to use the tool better, or a little more about colours or lighting.

I think that growth mindset came from making all those sprites, I think as an artist being able to stop and say something is good enough for now is key, getting sucked into an endless "it has to look good" spiral is just going to demotivate.

The thing is I think being curious enough to learn more and to be genuinely reflective enough to acknowledge what your strengths while also being able to identify what challenges or areas to tackle next is the key to growing.

Stopping to beat yourself up about things you don't know that you don't know yet is going to make you want to quit. The common thread I've been running off is: "This looks weird, why is that?" then trying things until I found out the reason. I had janky colours, then I realised I have janky lighting, then it's janky anatomy, composition, backgrounds which don't interact with the figure.

The ball builds off the last and you take what you learned from the last piece, build on it, try something different and see what changed.

This piece on Phos is when I started digital again, there's a lot of issues, but I think even from the jump I was trying some wild stuff, even if I was spending more time wrestling with the tools.

I guess this curiosity got me to where I am now, I think it's nice to stop and reflect on where you came from from time to time, just to see how far you've come, it's an important reminder for those days where things feel like you've just forgotten everything, and can't get anything down, it's your mind telling you you're improving and that your expectations of yourself are rising again.

Sit back and remember not everything has to be a milestone magnum opus cornerstone representation of improvement. Breathe a bit, you're probably doing a lot better than you're giving yourself credit for.

Anyway, I learned a lot from making these pieces, I look at them now and think I could probably revisit these at some point, but there's still so much I want to learn and try before I do that, who knows. In the mean time I'll keep trying things, and when I've shifted my style and learned a bunch of things along the way, I'll remember how impressed I was with myself when I made these.

[snow-blower]

"Why are you so slow? Are your feet stuck in the ground?" A boy standing a few steps away calls out to you. He can't be older than eight, with dark curls falling into his eyes. A wooden sword is hanging from his belt. "If we don't hurry, the giants in the forest will eat us."

“I have a dress, I can't go any faster.” You tell him, your tone exasperated. “The sun is starting to set, Jon. We should get back to Winterfell.”

"Are all girls this boring or is it just you?" The boy nudges a stone with his foot, it rolls down the slope and lands with a crash on an ice floe in the river below.

"Father said we were leaving here tonight. I promised I'd come back."

I promise I'll come back to you... 

Cold pain bursts inside you. Your gloved hand presses against the wound in your stomach, but warm blood is seeping through your fingers. A sword lies nearby your other hand. You have no idea where Jon acquired the Valyrian steel, but it's a very beautiful and new sword.

The pommel of the hilt has a wolf head. A black she-wolf with emerald eyes. Mournful Howl is a twin sword to Longclaw, commissioned to be made especially for you. But who do you want to fool, you're not a knight, just a girl who was taught how to swing a sword.

"You fight well for a girl."

"You're rude, Jon."

"I am truthful."

Every breath is agony. Every movement is like torture. If you pierce yourself with Valyrian steel, will you still rise as one of the wights? What a desperate thought.

One careless step and you're sliding down the slope into the frozen river. His hand catches your wrist. "Just one more heartbeat and you'd be an ice cube, my lady."

You see the outline of a figure in front of you. Blindly, you reach for your sword. Your movements are clumsy. Is this another wight? Or the Other?

"Good gods... do you hear me? Be alive, please, be alive..."

No, it's Jon. The world blurs in front of your eyes like a freshly painted picture with water poured on it. His hand is on your cheek. Warm and comforting.

"We won, my love...we won...if only you could see...if only you..."

You don't understand what's happening. Have you won? Maybe it's your exhausted mind playing tricks on you again. Maybe everyone is long dead and you're the only one resisting the growing cold. "I don't want to lose you again, my dear...not after I haven't seen you for so many years..."

"I'm a bastard, that's what Lady Caitlyn calls me. She doesn't like me...she doesn't want me to play with Robb. And you're a merchant's daughter, not highborn lady. We could run away together someday. Maybe no one would notice?"

"But there are giants in the forest...you said so yourself."

"There are far worse things in the world than giants in the forest I told you about."

You two were fresh out of your eighth name days. What if you had fallen into the river then? It certainly wouldn't have hurt, you would only felt cold. You feel cold now too. The cool of the air mixed with the warm blood. What a strange combination.

Victories are bittersweet. Paid for with losses. And you could have run away. Maybe not at the age of eight...maybe a little later...

"Would you like to have children someday?"

"Children? They just cry and are annoying...of course not."

Of course you wouldn't tell him. You didn't want to upset him further. There was no point in taking you to the maester, he wouldn't heal your injuries... and he might discover your secret. You hadn't had your monthly bleeding for two full moons.

"It'll be alright...you'll get better...you'll see that you'll get better..."

He tries to comfort himself more then you. His other hand rests on your fingers, weakly pressing on the wound.

"I'm proud of you...I can't imagine being where I am without you...so strong and so brave, my sweetling..."

The cold slowly starts to fade into the background. You feel like you're diving into a river. The water is neither cold nor warm but definitely dark. Jon tries to pull you to the shore, but this time your hand slips out of his grip. Water closes above your head.

"I'll see you someday? Right?"

"Father promised we'd come to Winterfell again."

"Because his daughter will miss stone halls and falling snow?

"No, stupid. She will miss you."

~~~

Sorry if it's bad, I was half asleep while writing this.

-🐍

Holy fucking fuck. Snakey are you trying to put me into a state of depression??

Seriously, though. This was beautiful. Heart wrenching. You, my friend, are absolutely amazing, and so are these fics.

[sephirthoughts]

CLICKBAIT TITLE!

SLUTTY PICTURE!!!!

ok now listen

everyone is stupid sometimes

i am stupid a LOT of times

i have been stupid more times than many of you have been awake (that's purely based on number of years lived not because i am abnormally prone to stupidity although i suspect i might be)

what do i mean stupid? i mean like how we (humans and human-like organisms) get weirdly attached to certain ideas, and really emotionally invested in viewing things a certain way. since those things are personal and significant to us, the default i think is to feel frightened and attacked when that idea is contradicted by others or turns out to be different than we thought. a lot of us tend to dig in our heels and double-down on our wrong ideas, because having our beliefs challenged threatens our sense of self, which is Big Scary Existential Stuff.

but let me tell you the most freeing and mentally healthy thing in my life was when i learned to admit when i was stupid and just...change my mind. that's it. that's the secret they don't want you to know. you can just fucking CHANGE YOUR MIND. and no one can tell you not to!!

i think we all need to learn that changing our minds about things is ok. we are allowed to change our minds at any time, without shame, without apology, without regret. hell, you don't even need a REASON. you can change your whole-ass mind purely based on vibes. who's gonna stop you? the cops? those losers can't do shit about it your mind palace is sovereign territory.

if you have changed your mind, but someone points out how you used to think, don't sweat it. they missed the v 2.1 update and are working with outdated code. if someone tries to shame you for changing your mind, which seems to happen a lot on the internet for some reason, tell them people used to think the sun revolved around the earth and diseases were caused by evil miasma, but we got new information and updated our ideas.

changing your mind isn't a threat to your existence, it's proof that your brain is functioning as intended. we are an adaptable species! we invented air conditioning! and scuba diving! among other things of course but those are the most important ones.

the one thing you can't change is other people's minds. but they can! they might! they also might not! if they do, then accept the update and move on. if they don't, that's fine too unless they are running for political office and their bone-deep conviction that women being too saucy causes earthquakes will negatively impact a lot of other people (that was a thing that happened don't ask me about the early 2000s shit was wild).

i guess the point is that we learn and grow from realizing we're stupid and changing our minds. which is insanely cool. being dumb as hell but highly adaptable is the reason we're still around.

so if you have very loud opinions (like me) and i see you change your mind and be just as passionate (loud) in the opposite direction that is beautiful and will bring me so much joy.

if you think i am wrong about a thing and you engage in a respectful and good-faith way and that changes my mind, you win like a million coolguy points. the best part is that even if you don't change my mind, you still win the coolguy points because it's the engagement that matters.

if you are wrong about something and someone else engages you in a respectful and good-faith way that does or does not change YOUR mind, you both also win like a million coolguy points. it's a win-win-win (the third win is me in the background nodding approvingly cause i am so proud of you both don't spray me with the hose i wasn't being a creep this time)

anyway on the very slight chance anyone is still reading this, i hope it helped or at least made sense and was not a totally incoherent jumble of tangents.

also hit me up if you want to chat about fandom stuff or air conditioner or scuba diving or how fucking welcome-to-the-jungle shit got in the 2000s cause god damn. it was a time.

end of rambling run along back to your tik toks and k-pops

ok fine here's another slutty picture cause you stuck around

[guardian-angle22]

Tagged by @beautifulhigh & @welcometololaland to list my top 5 Tarlos scenes.

This is really going to show my Season 3 bias ngl.

#5. 2.12 "Don't make me twist your arm."/"Please do."

Their chemistry is insane when they're teasing each other downstairs and then they kiss each other so softly once they get upstairs. I'm a sucker for a good soundtrack moment and there's something iconic about having their house literally light up on fire under them while obliviously making out as Fever by Elvis Presley plays in the background. Peak cinema tbh.

#4. 3.04 "Hey, baby. Breathe."/"Welcome home, TK."

We can all agree to have these two can count as one scene, right? they go back to back. The way TK reached for Carlos as soon as he woke up and immediately noticed that Carlos wasn't breathing right even though he just woke up from a coma, is still groggy, and barely has his eyes open? soulmate shit right there. If you haven't watched this without the music. my god. do it now. & then add in how happy they both look as Carlos leads TK into the loft with his hands over his eyes, and then when TK looks around and you can see on his face when he realizes he still gets to have this despite everything? Beautiful.

#3. 3.18 "For the first time in my life, the love that I feel is infinitely more powerful than the fear of losing it."/"A thousand times yes."

I mean can I even say more about the proposal that hasn't already been said? the urgency TK felt that prompted him to wake Carlos up in the middle of the night. His speech to Carlos. All the little touches throughout. The way they both were crying by the end. It was beautiful and it was perfect for them. (the only way it could have been better is if they maybe stopped to turn on a fucking lamp)

#2. 3.08 "Hey, look at me."/"I love you."

This was their first mutual "I love you" shown on screen and while the context was heartbreaking, it was still so so sweet. Carlos being the loving caregiver, kissing TK's forehead, rubbing his knee, wanting to make sure he eats. The way Carlos tells TK to look at him and he does immediately, even though TK has been basically avoiding eye contact with everyone the entire scene will live rent free in mind for all of time, I'm sure.

#1. 3.13 "Do you have any idea how proud of you I am?"/"You're just so sweet."

Can I put the entirety of 3.13 on the list at number one? Because it's my favorite episode for them. It has so many things. It has them being domestic and flirtatious. TK being distracted by Carlos in yoga clothes. It has them fighting a bit, overcoming those obstacles, and communicating. It showed Carlos as a multidimensional character with flaws like jealousy and pettiness, but then growing through it to come to the realization that he can't be everything that TK needs at the end of the day.

But if I absolutely had to pick just one scene from it, I would chose the opening scene. TK sharing with Carlos about his meeting, finding a sponsor, & the realization of not having Gwyn around affecting his mindset. Carlos waiting up with his adorable glasses, reading articles to educate himself, telling TK how proud of him he is. TK calling him sweet and flirting with him. I just-- 🥰🥰

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Because I'm doing this pretty late in the day, this has made it's rounds through a lot of my mutuals already. so I'm just going to tag a few people that I haven't seen do it yet (no pressure though if you're not feelin' it. but also if you have done it and I missed it let me know so I can read yours!): @morganaspendragonss @ourlegendwillbefitforverse @detective-giggles @noxsoulmate @ladytessa74 @autistic-lesbian-story-lover @tkstrandreyes @pragmatic-optimist @reyescarlos @spencessmile @poledancingghostson @sunshinestrand @mandiiigurllll

[emometalhead]

I finally finished Better Call Saul, and I need a place to house my overall thoughts.

• I hate Chuck. If Charles McGill has no haters, then I am dead.

• There are some characters in the BCS/BB universe who were in situations they didn't deserve. Chuck isn't one of them. He was horrible to Saul. He lived to spite him and keep him down. His last words to his BROTHER were "you never mattered all that much to me". Like WTF man!?!? Chuck deserved everything he got and worse. I don't feel bad in the slightest.

• Francesca quite literally got Saul in the divorce, and I kind of feel bad. She was so enthusiastic and sweet when she first started working at Wexler-McGill, and by the time she's solely Saul's employee her attitude has completely flipped. All of that being said, she's an icon.

• It was so nice seeing Mike on-screen again. He was one of my favorite characters in Breaking Bad, and his death feels the worst to me out of the main characters. It was interesting to learn a bit more about his background and to see him interact more with his family. I also enjoyed seeing his dynamic with Gus develop.

• Speaking of Gus, pretty much all of his actions in BCS seem on par with his character in BB. He took down Lalo in a pretty bad*** way, and that was awesome. I'm sad they only let him be gay for a fleeting moment though beyond other characters making fun of him for it.

• Nacho 😭. From the second Nacho first walked onto the screen, I knew there was only one way his story could end. His death still made me sad! Even though I anticipated it, the manner in which he died was really unexpected and more abrupt than I would've thought. He's a character whose consequences were the clear result of his own actions, but I still feel a bit bad.

• Like Nacho kind of had the Walt thing going on (he was good at his job, and he liked it), but I can't help but think if he wasn't being used+threatened by both sides that he genuinely would've gotten himself out. It's clear how much he cared about his dad, and I do truly feel that he wanted to make his dad proud (even after losing his trust/respect after joining the cartel).

• Manuel Varga, man 😭. Bruh. He hurt me. I feel so awful for him. He knew his son was never going to make it out of the cartel. He knew. No one should ever have to brace themselves like that. My brain did not enjoy thinking about Mike, who was still very emotional about the loss of his own son, having to go tell another dad about his son's death. That was some well written and emotionally painful television.

• Lalo was an interesting character! He was intense and insane, but not entirely unhinged like Tuco. It was interesting to see how his rivalry with Gus fueled Gus' passion for his craft. His death scene was a good one. Damn about him being buried under the lab though! I was NOT expecting that at all. It's very crazy to know that Gus had Walt and Jesse cooking above his former rival's body.

• I know I've said a few things were unexpected already, but I really was not prepared to lowkey feel bad for Howard Hamlin by the end of the show. He was a jerk. He was not a good person. I still don't think he deserved to be buried with his murderer under a meth lab.

• It was awful that Howard would send Kim out of her office into doc review when he was mad at her. That is immature and unprofessional to a high degree. Kim was justified in feeling angry towards him. Saul was also justified in feeling angry about Howard blindly following Chuck's rule. I do believe that if it wasn't for Chuck, Howard would've hired Saul (sorry, Jimmy) as a lawyer for HHM once he passed the bar. I thought Saul's Howard copy billboard thing was funny, and to be completely honest I don't even mind that he threw the bowling balls on his car. The character assassination with the fabricated drug addiction went too far though, especially considering it lead to his death. Howard was a jerk, but he didn't deserve the ending he received.

• Kim Wexler kept surprising me. At the beginning of the show, I tried to predict where all of the non-Breaking Bad characters would end up. I could not have possibly predicted any of the decisions Kim would make. I love a girl boss, but she sabotaged her own career several times in order to execute revenge plots. I was honestly excited to just she her be a successful lawyer at the beginning, but alas that is not the type of show this is.

• Kim's "I was having too much fun" speech broke my heart. It was pretty easy to see how Kim and Saul's relationship was a "we can make each other worse" situation. I really had expected their relationship to end sooner though, and getting married was absolutely the wrong decision. It was crazy seeing how Saul just fully shifted into Saul Goodman mode after Kim left him.

• Last but not least, the man himself. I enjoyed Saul's character in BB. He's annoying and extravagant, but he's fun. He added a little whimsy to the show. I enjoyed that we got to see the "Kevin Costner" moment that he mentioned in BB. I appreciated getting more of his background and seeing how he interacted with non-criminal people for a time. Bob Odenkirk is a good actor, and I'm a little sad that I'm done seeing Saul on my screen. (Even if I made fun of all of his ridiculous suits and ties.)

• Overall, I really liked the show! I had heard good things, and I was looking forward to watching it after my recent rewatch of Breaking Bad. Better Call Saul did not disappoint! It was entertaining. It had a good blend of drama, action, and comedy. I'm sure I'll end up rewatching it down the line.

[hel-phoenyx]

"No offense, Tyrfing, but you really are a fucking idiot."

I tense up, hit right in the heart by the harsh words. Not that I'm not used to it, but still, it's painful to hear.

Next to me, Brynja, always a sweetheart, frowns and lifts a hand.

"If you may, Kriss, I don't think those words are necessary, that's my..."

She pauses, but Kriss doesn't leave her time to notice that hesitation.

"Then you're fucking an idiot, Brynja, what do you want me to say ? An idiot in love, in denial and deep in emotional repression while he wants to be deep in several people !"

... Always the roughest words to say, huh Kriss. My sister, talking like the worst vulgar man sometimes, something she developped to protest against our parents' strictness ; junior already knows three hundred curse words. At ten. Luckily there's Gustav to tell him not to use them.

I've been used to that way of being since a long time. That doesn't mean it's enjoyable.

Brynja tries to interject again, but Kriss cut through that attempt.

"So. Let's rewind. Mister is in love with Kaizarz since fucking childhood. Has a thing for Oli and Domhildr from the times he was in high school and trying to be an ace in the hole, always overcompensating for the fact parents asked him to live up to the high IQ diagnosis. Which I still think is bullshit."

I cringe hearing that. yeah, I'm considered a gifted child, but must you really remind me of the times I was too proud of it-

No time to protest, she's still talking and I know her well enough to remember an interruption would just make it worse.

"Fucked Meili in the house thinking I wouldn't hear them and realised at this moment, at least I hope, that he had a crush on him since the whole homoerotic academia rivalry. Had an ambiguous relationship with Bryn here on the side while homoerotically hitting it up with the biggest bastard this world have ever seen, who only has for himself saving my life once to the point I made the mistake to name my son after him. Not to add the biggest crush this poor Hector had on you-"

"Wait Hector has what-"

"BUT ! Kriss cuts me with an agressive move of the hand. Mister is now 26 and still hasn't act on those feelings to the point I am HAPPY to hear you fucked Brynja the first time you saw her after ten years of long-distance situationship ? And y'all still think I can't call you a dumbass ?"

"You said an idiot," I sigh, pointlessly. Not like she would listen to me, anyway.

Kriss frowns.

"Same difference. Not everyone has a background in litterature, you little bitch."

"That's rich coming from the woman in STEM. Weren't you complaining about your sexist boss a minute ago ?"

"I find complaining about you more amusing, at least I can laugh in your face. Your love and sex life is a mess, Tyr, you know that ?"

I roll my eyes.

"Well, it was, until a recent date, almost non-existent. Why do you think I downloaded Tinder."

"Didn't you uninstall it after finding your precious Domi on it ?"

"Oh, shut up. And I didn't, I just closed the fucking app !"

Brynja has a little laugh.

"Well, it feels good to be back in known grounds..."

"Yeah, happy to see you too, Brynja. Finally someone with enough common sense to tell Tyr he's fucking everything up."

"Do you really have to gang up against me ?"

Kriss has a mocking smile.

"That's sisterhood and womanly solidarity, bitch."

"I am your fucking BROTHER !"

"And she's fucking my brother, at this point I can call her my sister-in-law. When do you introduce me to the others, by the way ?"

"You'll do well to remember who set you up with Gustav-"

"Alright, that's enough," interjects said Gustav with a laugh, coming in the living room with his hands full with a plate of tea and biscuits. "Let's not ruin Brynja's return and Tyr's milestone in his thesis."

Thank god for that man. He kisses Kriss on the cheek and instantly my sister loses the sneering to a much more tender expression. It's so weird how it's the same woman that was shooting point blank at me a minute ago.

Brynja takes my hand with a smile while the two lovebirds married for ten yers gush around each other.

"You know, Tyr, maybe I can help you with that."

".... You're not.... Put off ? By me being poly."

It was, still is, one of my biggest fears. That one of them wouldn't accept it and I would have to make choices.

But she just shrugs.

"Well, I may be monogamous in a strict love sense, but I am not exclusive, you know. It's just... Since him, I haven't found anyone else to..."

Her eyelids are trembling. I figure it's best I take control of the conversation again.

"I'm... Glad it suits you. I want you happy, you know."

"I know, Tyr. I wouldn't have loved you all these years if you didn't."

A hand brushes next to an eye before she smiles again.

"Maybe I can return the favor. You deserve that and so much more."