#dream expirience

[dimalink]

Winter room – light snow morning!

Three dimensional scene for today based on winter, winter morning. Sun at winter. Light at winter. And snow. Everything is so white. As DreamCore. Snow. Room. You are walking in a white snow room. And do not understand how you are get here. Now, you are here. Maybe, it is your place. From your memory. But this place from your memory is here now. And it changes.

This is a room. Do you remember this room? And this door? And snow around? Does all these remind you something? And in a far – there are mountains. And wind is blowing. A true winter. And here it is more calm. And not so cold. Almost without wind. It is plains. It is in snow! Maybe, in summer it is a beautiful place! And summer house, countryside house! And, for now, it is all you can see! Room! It is not become yet a country house! And snow plains not become a summer plain! It will happen later! Maybe, you need to visit this place later!

Come to this place later! This snow land will stay like this! And summer awaits you, but later!

First attempt to draw dreamcore about a room. And something a scene. It is so a surreal flight. Or movement in a spectator mode view. As in a computer games, or in a dream.  Or somekind a walk by such kind of places. Ina  games, where you need just walk!

So a light-snow tone. And not so dark or scary, as it can be in a dreamcore or weirdcore pics! And more positive way! Dreamway! Strange! As it is a fragment of interesting dream, sleep memories. But it is so refreshing! And bright morning! Time to wake up! It is a dream experience!

Welcome to luminal space of light snow room! This is entry point! As in C++. You still can go back to this place. As for weekend, relax. Some holiday, resort. In virtual space, luminal space, dream, dreamcore, dream zone, dream experience!

Almost like dreamcast. Cast a dream. About a light snow winter place!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[koifsssh]

I wish i had more patience with myself, my brain feels like its in overdrive trying to figure out how to sort all the little silly ideas i have. As for now though i finished the diner’s staff designs! Introducing Poppy and Howdy, the two owners of Poppy’s Diner! (Or just called “Poppy’s”!)

(rambles below! beware!)

I like to think originally Poppy had owned the diner by herself, and that Howdy had a little juice bar/smoothie place somewhere nearby! The two were friends long before they had started each of their own businesses, so Poppy suggested to merge!

(it would also be nice to have a friend around, especially when she gets anxious with any appliances!) Poppy’s diner was probably a bit small, but with the money and popularity of Howdy’s juice bar, she got a considerable upgrade! (i will draw the diner at a later date! promise!) the diner now has a space where Howdy’s bar resides, he usually stays behind the counter there, serving drinks or milkshakes or whatever you fancy! He’s your guy! (I like to think he does deserts as well, haha!) Poppy handles the food side of things, so they both work together to serve their patrons with quality food and service!

Rainy’s here too! (admittedly, i’m not very proud of this design, but i tried! but this design may change in the future- or it may not, who knows, it may grow on me!) Rainy’s a waiter! and their only one! He works very hard to make sure he has everyone’s orders written down and ready to be served! He’s still a daydreamer by heart, and can zone out of a conversation if it goes on for too long, he tries to make up for it though! He can be very attentive when he wants to be! I imagine he had came later into the staff once Poppy & Howdy became owners together. Not sure how he got the job, maybe he knew Howdy when he ran a juice bar solo? Who knows! It’s up in the air! For some reason, these three hold a little special place in my heart, they’re like a little trio! Ready to smother you in food if you so desire!

[ramenwithbroccoli]

it's a crime that i don't know how to code. i need to make a robot game NOW!!!!!

[fell-bullet]

the inescapable marching of time .. ouuh ú_ù

[stitchwraith-stingers]

ohh what id do to be able to commision [person] rn.......

[aikawa-kazuki]

back in january this year i got recommended short video essay about chinese underground music and now over 6 months later, when i go to my last.fm stats, shoegaze flats the line, usually end up listening to band/musician below 200k monthly listeners and found albums that fundementaly changed me as a person

[kingkat12]

neurotic (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, fingering, smoking, foul language, sort of fluff??

summary: Roman needs his cigarettes... and you need to tell him about your dream last night

word count: 3,442

"You're neurotic," I breathed, shifting around in bed as Roman continued to rummage through his room like a drug addict looking for his next hit. I hadn't seen him like this in a while— the last time had been a few months ago, when work got a little hectic.

"Can't help it," Roman groaned as he opened another drawer, still no sign of his cigarettes. "I can't believe I ran out of this shit, I'm so fucking stupid."

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I sat up; I had woken up about three minutes ago from the sound of Roman throwing things out of his closet, desperately trying to figure out if his emergency stash was under his tie-collection or not. Now, he moved on to the nightstand, which allowed me to reach a drowsy hand out for him.

"Rome," I said, voice raspy from my sleep. "Come back to bed."

However, there was no stopping him. Roman continued to chew on his lower lip, which eventually had me worried the skin would tear as he frantically searched the drawers. "God, since when did I have so many condoms?" His slender fingers reached for a large roll of a brand I hadn't seen before, not the usual we use, and Roman took a tiny break as he checked the expiry date. "... These are ones I've had since high school, what the fuck?" Once again, he threw the roll of condoms over his shoulder, tossing it to the ground without a care. 

Roman was like a man possessed. He usually woke up a lot earlier than I did and had a smoke on the balcony, but the denial of his morning ritual had thrown him completely into disarray. 

"Roman," I said, trying to put on my stern voice as he laid down on the floor, now crawling under the bed. This was getting ridiculous. "Stop it, you're going to get all dusty! We'll go out and buy more later, I promise, could you please just?—"

"Hah!" Roman exclaimed, a thud following. My deduction was that he had gotten so excited when he found his emergency cig-stash, that he hit his head against the bottom of the bed. The mental image had me suppressing a giggle; "Found it?"

Roman's head darted up from the edge of the bed— I hadn't seen him smile so brightly since the day I said it would be okay for him to come on my face. Just once. "Indeed," he said, getting up on his feet, reaching for the lighter on the nightstand. 

I groaned, pulling my pillow over my face; "Rome, not inside, please!"

The bed dented next to me as I heard Roman let out a sigh of relief, finally getting a hit— was that a moan? He eased the pillow off my face, giving my cheek a sweet kiss as he made himself comfortable next to me. "Good morning, gorgeous,"

Glaring at him, I did my best not to shove him off the bed. "You're insane,"

"No," Roman snaked an arm under my neck, propping himself up on his elbow as he pulled me closer to his chest. "Not insane. Just an addict." 

I watched him exhale a cloud of smoke at the ceiling, unable to rip my eyes off of the beautiful man in my bed. Despite him having gone absolutely crazy, throwing things around as though his life depended on it, I couldn't deny how sexy Roman looked right now— especially with his soft lips parted, his eyes lazily fluttering with delight, his bare chest heaving in slow strokes; he looked rather post-coital. Fucked. Thoroughly fucked.

I shifted, giving his shoulder a nice bite which had him laughing; "Yeah, yeah, I know I'm an ass," Roman's free hand moved to my hair, giving it a gentle tug away from him. "Wanna hurt me, darling?"

As he continued to hold my hair back like this, the back of my head hitting my pillow again, I met his eyes with a challenging gaze. "For how you woke me up this morning? Definitely,"

Amused, Roman smirked as he inhaled another drag from his cigarette. The second tug to my hair served as a signal; open up. I rolled my eyes, parting my lips as he leaned down, breathing the smoke from his mouth into mine with an open-mouthed kiss.

I couldn't deny that I liked a cigarette every once in a while— I just wasn't an absolute maniac about it like he was. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the feeling of a mix of nicotine and Roman flowing through my veins, my body relaxing further.

"That's my girl," Roman murmured with a smile, lazily balancing his cigarette between his fingers as he leaned down to give my cheek another kiss. "Now, what on earth did you dream about last night? You were tossing and turning like a fucking boat."

Huffing, I gave him a look. After putting me through a rather rude awakening this morning, he just had to inquire about this? Truth be told, I didn't really want to tell him; not when he was in this mood. When Roman got a little neurotic, the smartest thing to do was to keep him calm and at bay— not poke him. "Oh... I don't remember,"

"Sure you do," Roman pulled me closer, my head now resting in the crook of his arm as he ran his fingers over my bare shoulders. This was exactly what I loved about our mornings together; he had the wonderful ability of making it so intimate. All until he had to go and spoil it; "You remember everything, so I'm not buying it. And quite frankly, I think I heard a moan."

Immediately gasping, I turned to look up at him and his dangerously green eyes. "You heard wrong,"

"I most certainly didn't,"

"Well, I—" My words were suddenly caught in my throat. I knew that no matter how much I fought it, he'd somehow rope the truth out of me. Letting out a sigh of defeat, I hid my face in the crook of his arm, muffling my words; "Fine, maybe you did."

Roman smoked another drag with a look of victory on his face, the classic smirk on display. "Do tell,"

I knew that Roman had seen me in every position possible, in probably every scenario possible, but it was still sort of embarrassing admitting to a sex-dream. It felt like I was right back in elementary school again, confessing my love to Derek Campbell— the feeling haunted me, clung to me, even as an adult. In this moment, the feeling was just the same. "Well... you were there,"

Roman hummed; "Glad to have that part confirmed,"

"Fuck you," I gave his chest a playful shove which made him laugh all over again. God, how I loved the sound of that. "It was a little weird, so you have to promise not to make fun of me, okay?"

Roman was nearly finished with his cigarette, pouting at the realization. Despite that, he turned his eyes and attention back to me; "Luckily for you, I'm aware that I'm in no position to kink-shame. So don't you worry your pretty little mind,"

I couldn't help but protest; "It's not a kink-thing! It was just!— Ugh," Deciding to swallow my shame, I took a deep breath. "It was you and I and... my parents' bed." I shuddered, unsure why I had even had that dream in the first place.

Roman's eyes widened, looking down at me with a look of both surprise and delight. "Well, that's not so bad?"

I went back to hiding my face. This was too embarrassing. "It's my subconscious, not me! I've never actually wanted to do that, I think it's super weird!"

"Well..." Roman reached over to the nightstand, putting out his cigarette in the designated bowl. "It's not that weird. Or uncommon. Let's just say you should be glad you didn't know me in high school."

I felt my face flush as he turned back to me, wrapping his free hand around my waist as he now spooned me from behind. "So... what were we doing on this bed?"

I turned to glance at him, meeting his look of lust. I knew exactly where this was going. "Roman, come on, just forget it, please—"

"I'm just curious!" he said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. "Curious about whatever your brain is hiding in there. So come on, we were on your parents' bed, and what? Were we making out?"

I sighed, giving in. "Yeah..." 

"Okay, that's a start," Roman's hand around my waist pulled me closer. "So we were making out. And then?"

Fuck. "Then... you started kissing my neck—" I froze as I suddenly felt his lips exactly there, humming against my skin, urging me to continue. Oh? My eyes widened at my sudden newfound control. Would he do the next thing that came out of my mouth? "And... your hand was on my thigh."

I could feel him smile against my skin as his arm left my waist, his fingers now trailing my thigh. He eventually dug his fingers into my hips, dragging me closer to meet his. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his hard cock pressing against me, my own arousal coming upon me like a big wave. I shouldn't be so surprised— Roman could get hard from literally anything. I specifically remembered one time when I fixed his hair in the car and we suddenly had to wait about five minutes for it to go down. 

Amused, I couldn't help but smile; Roman was slowly making up for the rough morning. "I-I don't really remember exactly how we got there, but I remember your fingers were in me at one point..."

With a slight chuckle, Roman coaxed my legs open, making me shift; half of my body was suddenly on top of his. "Really, now?" he said, his tone teasing as he ran his fingers over my underwear. 

I shivered— "Yeah," I held my breath as Roman got me out of my panties with ease as though he had done it a hundred times before, which he definitely had. 

Roman brought his fingers up to my mouth, tracing my lips as he spoke, his voice soft and low; "And we were alone in the house?"

My breathing was starting to get a little heavier as my eyes met his, round with love and want. "Yeah," I parted my lips, letting him slide two fingers into my mouth. 

Roman's pupils widened, transfixed on the sight beneath him, watching me close my lips around his digits. "That's good," he breathed. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?"

I hummed around his fingers— this was taking a nice turn. 

Roman pressed his lips against my temple as he slowly pulled out of my mouth, his wet fingers leaving a trace from my stomach all the way to between my legs. "Must've felt darn good for you to be moaning like that in your sleep, hm? I know you like a good thrill,"

I let out a whimper as his fingers traced tight circles around my clit, unsure whether I was still dreaming or not. "I do,"

A wide smirk spread across Roman's lips, watching me writhe in pleasure beneath him. "Who would've thought.... My little girl, wanting to be spread out on her parents' bed," 

Before I could protest, my lips parted as I felt him enter a finger in me, letting out a small gasp. My heart was beating so hard, I could barely hear my own thoughts. "Shit, Rome—"

"You like my fingers inside you so much that you dream of it, huh?" Roman's voice darkened as his lips hovered above mine, denying me a kiss. 

I clawed onto the bedding as he entered a second digit, my body giving into quivers of pleasure. "Yes," I breathed, panting against his lips. "Feels so, so..."

Roman pumped his fingers into me as he watched me struggle to speak, his smirk only growing at the squelching sound of his digits going into my wetness. "And then what?"

I could barely think; "What?— Fuck!" My back arched off the bed as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting my sweet spot with ease. 

Amused and satisfied, Roman bit his lip as he watched me; "What happened next?"

How was I supposed to conjure this memory when I was in such a state? I let out a series of whimpers and moans, along with a string of unintelligible words until it suddenly came back to me; "I... got on top of you,"

Roman's fingers slowed down as he met my gaze with a surprised look on his face. "What? You never do that,"

I felt my cheeks flush, finally getting some time to breathe; "I don't know, Rome, I'm just telling you what happened,"

Letting out a laugh, Roman leaned down to (finally) capture my lips, humming in satisfaction. I could sense his cigarettes on his tongue, but I didn't give a damn at this point. "Fine, dig your own grave," he said, slowly pulling his fingers out of me, drawing out a moan of frustration; I felt empty now, and I didn't like it one bit. 

I slowly sat up, dazed and horny beyond belief. I leaned over to kiss Roman once more as he put on a condom, feeling the taste of cigarettes on his tongue. My heart was starting to beat much faster— Roman was right, I was never on top. Mostly because he never let me, and because I usually didn't get the chance to ask before he jumped me.

I let out a yelp as he hooked his fingers around my thighs, dragging me on top of him as though I weighed nothing. My hands rested on his chest as I looked down at him, watching his signature smirk and green, green eyes dart back up at me with excitement.

I couldn't help but feel a little lost— it had been so long since we had done it like this, that I had almost forgotten the logistics of it. However, I did the one move I at least remembered; I sunk myself down on his length, my lips parting in satisfaction.

Roman let out a breathy moan, his hands gripping at my thighs. "Shit," he hissed, relaxing at the feeling of being engulfed in my heat.

But now came the moment where I genuinely felt lost— what the fuck does one do now? It seemed I had possibly not woken up fully just yet. I scoured my brain for the answer, my senses already dulled from the feeling of having him inside me. And it was probably the fact that nothing was happening which had Roman opening his eyes, glancing at me with a questioning look that quickly turned into a bright, beaming look of humorous delight. "Forgot?" 

My face flushed a shade of pink, beyond embarrassed. Suddenly, I was very aware of how compromising this position was. "No, I... just don't know how to start,"

Roman chuckled, shaking his head; "You're so damn cute," His laughter slowly died down, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Let me help you, then." Grabbing my hips, he lifted me a little along his length before guiding me forward, watching me moan as he pushed me back down again. 

My brain quickly pieced it together, slowly getting into a rhythm as I threw my head back in delight; I had forgotten how nice this was. 

"There you go," Roman cooed, his hand now wandering up my stomach. "That's my girl."

Blushing, I felt my body shiver, nipples perking up at his words. I let out a string of moans, feeling his cock inside of me, slipping further in with each thrust. "Fuck, this is so much better," I breathed, looking down to meet his hungry eyes. "So much better in real life."

Roman's lips had parted in pleasure, another breathy moan escaping his lips. I loved to see him like this, so engulfed in the feeling. "Glad to hear it," he said, panting slightly as he reached up to pinch my nipples, gentle as always.

I let out a rather loud whimper, leaning forward to stroke his hair off of his forehead. Finding my eyes, Roman couldn't help but smile; "You look so damn good like this," he breathed, eyes full of love. "We're doing it like this more often, you have no say in it."

"Really, now?" I couldn't help but kiss him, shuddering at the feeling of his cock going in and out of me from this angle. 

Roman hummed against the kiss— I was unsure whether it was a moan or not. "Yeah," he said, the smug smirk back on his lips in no time. "But I'm going to cum at this rate, so change of plans." Roman grabbed my hips, lifting me off of him and throwing me back down on the bed, making me giggle in delight. Crazy man.

I let out a content sigh as he made his way between my legs, allowing me to throw my hands around his neck and rest my legs on top of his; God, how I loved this position. I loved looking up at him, seeing his parted lips, feeling his chest against mine. He was so damn beautiful— always. 

"I guess it's my fault for making you a pillow princess," Roman teased, entering me with a low moan.

My back arched off the bed, biting my lip to hold back a rather loud gasp. "I'm sorry," was the only thing I managed to say, my mind shutting down at the feeling of his cock inside of me once again. 

"Don't be," he whispered, smiling against my lips. "I love having you under me. So small, so sweet... As if I'm going to let you do all the work." Roman grabbed a fistful of my hair, moving my head to the side to give him access to my neck, rolling his hips into mine. "My sweet, sweet girl... Wanna make you feel good..."

What else could I do but moan and agree? "Feels so good," I whimpered. "A-Aah, I love— love you inside of me."

Roman let out a laugh against my neck before he sucked down on a certain spot, drawing forth a hickey. It was clear that he knew what my original ending for that sentence was. "Say it properly," he murmured against my skin, his teeth gently grazing my collarbones.

I wanted to whine about his incessant need to tease me in vulnerable moments, but I didn't want to risk him denying my high. "Love you," My words came out in shallow breaths, my head lolling down against the pillow as I felt my body submit to him.

"Properly,"

I couldn't help but giggle, the slight growl in his voice evoking a familiar tightening in my lower abdomen. Feeling his cock this deep inside of me, knowing I'd have a blooming mark on my neck— this was heaven. The pleasure was moving all the way out to the tips of my fingers, my whole body filling with warmth as I gave in; "I love you,"

Roman came back up, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss as his thrust became hungrier, taking what was rightfully his. "Good girl,"

"Say— Say it back," I was getting dangerously close at this rate, coddled and pleasured. 

Roman could definitely sense it, unable to hold back his cocky smile. "Love you too,"

Fucker. I reached up, giving his hair a proper tug which had him wincing in pleasure; "Fine, fine!" God, I loved his laugh. Reaching down to grab my hips, Roman lifted me up just slightly, making me meet his thrusts. "I love you, baby, you know I do... Fuck, I'm close—"

I couldn't help but smile, feeling as though I was on the brink of delirium. I could forgive Roman for his incessantly stupid need for cigarettes, because nothing could ever match this; the feeling of his cock inside of me, the sounds of our bodies meeting, our heavy breaths mixed, the feeling of his lips against my body. That was all I needed— the knot in my stomach grew impossibly tight as I pulled him closer by his hair, our noses nudging as the knot suddenly released, making me moan out against him as my body quivered in rapture.

Watching the display beneath him along with the tug of his hair was enough to push Roman over the edge as well, letting out a low groan as he came hard, fingers digging into my hips with a harsh grip which I knew would bruise.

Falling down limp next to me, we both panted in bliss, mouths parted and open next to each other. I loved these mornings with Roman, no matter how neurotic he was at times.

"You smell like cigarettes," I breathed, nudging my nose against his.

Roman hummed; "And you smell like me,"

[neflil]

DREAMS END COME TRUE FANART??? IN 2024???

Hello. SO I read DECT by @mothcpu and I was in shambles, so I had to make fanart. Please, do yourself a favor and go read it

You could imagine my surprise when I also figured out that the chapter names and name of this thing is an album by World's end girlfriend. People actually know that artist what? HRHEGFRH highly recommend their music pls (my personal favorite is Hurtbreak Wonderland, it sure is an expirience)

Anyways I don't think I'll be able to recover lol, I love this

[meetmypointlessaddiction]

December Fic Day 14 ~ Christmas Miracle

Feels like ages since I've written anything but here we are.

Summary: You and Logan have been trying for a baby for a long time

Warnings: pregnancy, trouble conceiving,

Pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Enjoy and please like and comment if you do. Something as simple as an emoji literally makes my day better so please don't hesitate to comment and obviously reblog to share my work.

December Masterlist

It was no secret that Logan had a big dream of starting a family. Ever since Logan realised that you were in it for the long run and you weren’t going to leave him, he had found ways to hint at having a family with you. Whether it was deciding to ‘accidentally’ wind up in the baby aisle in a store or offering to babysit one of your friends’ babies for the day, he found small ways to try and signal to you that he wanted to grow your little family. 

For months, the pair of you had had negative pregnancy test after negative pregnancy test, the world seemingly against you when it came to having a little one of your own. After too long without success, you and Logan decided that maybe you had to reconsider your plans for the future. 

“Lo I know you’re desperate for a baby… we don’t have to stop trying.”

“Honey I can see a little more of you die every time you see the result that we don’t want. I’m not gonna ask you to keep going through that pain… I’m not gonna ask you to break yourself to have a baby. Sometimes it’s just not meant to be, right?” He said, both of his hands holding yours from across the table. 

“I don’t wanna give up on this, Lo. I want a baby too… how about we go at it a different way?” You suggested and Logan looked up at you confused, kissing your wrist and cocking one eyebrow. 

“You mean like… positions or…?” You couldn’t help but laugh through the tears and shake your head. 

“No baby, no. I mean… maybe we stop trying but not stop trying.” You said but realised how confusing that sounded. “What I mean is I’m not gonna go back on the pill but we’re not gonna wait until I’m ovulating we’re just gonna live our lives and if it happens then it happens. I’m not gonna test until I get symptoms and we’re not gonna stress about it.” You concluded and Logan watched you with a smile on his face. 

“Is that what you want?” He asked and when you nodded he smiled. “Okay. If that’s what you wanna do baby then that’s what we’ll do.”

~~~~~~~~~~

For a while, nothing happened. You didn’t test, there were no symptoms and no missed periods but Logan didn’t lose hope. He didn’t blame you, didn’t make you feel guilty, instead he offered to get himself tested to see if his healing factor or his age had anything to do with it. 

For months, the pair of you were happy as you were, you didn’t pay attention to your cycle, didn’t plan out when you were ovulating, you just had fun with it and tested your luck, hoping that one day, you’d get what you were hoping for.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Lo, I’m fine. It’ll just be cramps or something okay? I’m alright, you don’t have to take a day off of work just because I’m under the weather.” You hadn’t been feeling great for the last few days and now, Logan was determined to stay home. 

“Could it… could you be pregnant?” Logan asked and you froze, realising that he could be right. You rushed to the bathroom, rooting through your drawer to find a pregnancy test, checking the expiry date before tearing the box open. Logan stood in the doorway, watching you and you raised an eyebrow. “Right, sorry.” 

When you had done everything, following the instructions to a T, you came out of the bathroom, putting the test on top of the box on your dresser and feeling Logan’s arms wrap around your waist. 

“I love you no matter what happens, okay? ‘M not going anywhere.” He mumbled against your neck and you smiled, putting your hands on top of his and interlocking your fingers. 

After three minutes, it was time for you to look. “I’m scared.” You admitted quietly and Logan squeezed you a little bit tighter. “What if it’s not positive?” 

“Then we go back to how we were. A negative test isn’t the be all and end all, baby.” He encouraged you and you picked the test up, feeling him grab your chin and turn you to look at him, kissing you gently. “No matter what, baby.” He reminded you and you nodded, looking down at the test in your hands and freezing. 

“Oh my- Logan! Logan, oh my god!” You turned in his arms and shoved the pregnancy test in front of his face. “Logan…” 

“We’re gonna have a baby, baby!”

Dividers: @coolcatsgraphics

I'm also on A03 :)

Requests are also open if there is anything that people want me to write 💛

[pocket-jack]

Hey, guys! I decided to torture myself before sleep beacause... Why not? So, here's KidKiller's rough sheets with some headcanons I have for the guys (probably with a lot off mistakes cus my browser refuses to fix them for me)

Kid time, baby

I draw him differently now. I know his face looks more... diamond shaped in anime, but I can't get rid of his square coded energy, so... Heart-shaped it is!

When he recieved his eye scar he didn't lose the ability to see, but now it get's dry really fast and if he won't do something about it it'll gonna ache.

He had multiple piercings on his ear, but his powers just kept pulling them and one day almost ripped his ear of, so he (with a manly tears) decided to take them off.

I headcanon him wearing a corset, because he's a little chubby and he can't get rid of this extra fat (not with his appetites). Also everytime when he takes it off, not only he's forced to look at his hanging stomach, but he's also has to fight off Killer. Killer's only dream was for Kid to be well fed and happy.

Nor his, nor Killer's sexuality is defined by them, but actually based out of other's observations. Kid is pansexual because he's kinda gender blind. For him it's confusing that you're weak just because you have tits and extra hole between your legs. He's also demiromantic. Both of those preference he acquired during Kutsukku (where you couldn't trust anyone, even your lover. And where the gender norms were the least of your concerns)

He also have undiagnosed ADHD which mostly give him extra impulsivity and also now the metal can speak (thank ye, neurodivergency!). Sometimes it's stresses him the hell off, especially during Kutsukku. He could not sleep because of all of this buzzing he kept hearing from EVERYWHERE. Now he can control it, but sometimes it returnd and he has to suffer.

Metal also responds to his hidden emotions. It may float when he thinks, reflects or remembering something. It may rumble when he's angry, concerned, scared. Or it may form something if he's happy, in love or something like that.

He's hard rock kinda guy, we all know this, but I headcanon him as a music lover in general (so whatever makes his brain go bzzt, mostly rock). I find Thrown a couple of month ago and it's sounds like something Kid would like (probably even kin, esp Backfire). MSI is a basic thing for him to have (every punk need at least one song in their playlist). I guess not every person will understand it, but Пшлнхй is such a Kid coded song (Every Russian proverb, but one part is just sending you to fuck yourself is something that Kid would do irl. The chorus is just... mmm)

Killer, my beloved!!!!

I love headcanoning him as androgenous. He has a feminine features: oval shaped face, eyes with big eyelashes, even his lips is a little softer than the average male lips. That is the main reason why he hid his face, because everyone would bully him fot it when he was young. Killer was confused with a girl a lot during his time on Kutsukku.

During timeskip he strained a lot of muscles just to get stronger. He was neglecting himself most of the time, because he had a mission: to become stronger so he'll never fail to protect Kid ever again. They also been really distant during their training. Only when Killer hurted his arm they bounded again. Kid was surprisingly a good mentor for his healing. Probably because their trauma was almost the same

When he's wearing a mask he usually get's his hair out of the way so it wouldn't mess with his vision

Pre timeskip he wanted to work on his style, feeling obliged to do so, cus his crew was dressing up in colorful styles. He choose to fit into more West Bluish kinda style (cowboy boots and pants). But then anxiety hitted him and suddenly he felt too vissible and everyone was looking at him and... Let's just say it wasn't a pleasant expirience for him. He just wanted to show that he was a part of the crew too, but now he feels himself too overreacting and dramatic and stuff. It took a lot of time for everyone to convince him that it wasn't about the look, but more about the comfort. With their support Killer started wearing something he likes more, and it felt fantastic. He actually started to like himself in the mirror a bit more after timeskip and then Wano happened

Killer is asexual beacuse of the amount of trauma he suffered during his childhood. I hc him having a low libido too. He's still feels romantic attraction (only for Kid), and if he asks, Killer will have sex with him without hesitation. But it's only for Kid, OR for his sake

It is so logical for him to have OCD. Just him casualy living and then the dread that if he won't do something usefull his crew will see how fucking usless and worthless he actually is and live him behind the same his parents did just suddenly hits him. Oh hey! Anxiety! Abandonment issues! This man will explode, please, give him a hug.

It got worse after Wano. He's doing bad things with his face and no one knows. Even Kid. (I love making them suffer for the sake of Hurt\Comfort)

I am 100% sure Killer is a Queen guy. It just gives me Killer vibes... The same with Elton John. And also... To fit in his pre timeskip cowboy vibes into the oven,,, He's actually like country rock alongside with glam rock. Barns Courtney is his favorate

So... How do you like my silly little headcanons? Maybe I post something about Heat and Wire too. Welp, I'm fainting out of exaustion, bye!

[kairiscorner]

married life. — kento nanami x spouse!reader (part 1)

summary: he'd give up his old habits and more just to see you smile, be with you for a little longer, and make you the happiest person in the whole damn world; he's your husband for that very reason. pairing: nanami kento x spouse!gn!reader genre: tooth-rotting fluff !! content warnings: mentions of slight alcoholism author's note: i saw that fanart of nanami that i reblogged and my mind just came up with all kinds of shit for him. i loved him for 6 months straight, I WANNA GET BACK THERE, LET ME LOVE HIM FOR 6 MONTHS MORE !!

kento nanami comes home from his dead-end, nowhere 9 to 5 job, exhausted and in need of rest. about a year ago, all he had to comfort him was a bottle of pricey wine that he indulged in every end of the month or so, not minding it was nearing its expiry date. he only had store-bought bread and whatever melodramatic soap opera was on TV to entertain him.

kento nanami was indeed, lonely; he was well aware of his own loneliness and needed nobody to point that out for him. it always made him feel worse whenever anybody would say how handsome he is or he's not getting any younger and that he has to settle down at some point.

kento nanami was never the jealous type, though whenever he'd hear word about a coworker of his or whoever getting married and being invited to the ceremony, he'd always feel a kind of pang in his heart, knowing he could never have that kind of life.

kento nanami had given up all hope of finding the right person, none of the people he had met recently were anything he felt connected to (or could even start a conversation with).

kento nanami used to clutch his wine bottle at night, hiccuping in a drunken state as the dialogue from the characters on the late night soap opera on TV was fading from his senses and sleep had come to finally take him away.

kento nanami however, gets woken up in the middle of the night to the feeling of warm hands on both sides of his face; hearing a soft, gentle voice call his name as he grumbles and groans.

kento nanami hears a giggle ring throughout his ears as he's being helped up by soft hands. "kento... if you were that tired, you could've asked for my help, love." you chided him gently as he hummed in confusion.

kento nanami sighed as he tried to stand up. "my... spouse isn't gonna like... that you're helping my drunk self off the couch... right now..." he said as he nearly staggered, but you aided him up as you nearly carried him up the stairs. "they don't want to see... me drinking anymore... but i can't help it, i miss them... too much, the alcohol... it brings me closer to them, lets me stay with them a little... little longer in my dreams..." he mumbled.

kento nanami began to tear up lightly as he kept mumbling and muttering about how much he loves his spouse, how much they saved him from a lifetime of loneliness he already accepted was going to be his life. "i can't believe that... that i... i was saved from... growing old all by myself... a miserable, meaningless life... a life without them by them... and i pull this stunt on them after... promising i'd be better... it didn't make me feel any better, it made me feel sadder." he confessed to you as you got him up to your shared bedroom and laid him down on the bed.

kento nanami sobbed as he kept going on and on about his beloved spouse, how he wants to be better and that they've looked forward to the day when he could spend one evening without him being passed out on the couch from the habit he had yet to get rid of him drinking himself to sleep before he got married.

kento nanami felt loving hands stroke his hair and shush him, kissing his temples as he tried to say sorry to his spouse. "please stop kissing and holding me... my spouse'll be sad... i wanna see them so bad..." he whispered as you chuckled. "kento, i am your spouse." you tell him as you felt over his ring finger, the two of you wearing the rings you both slid on each other on the day of your wedding.

kento nanami blinked his tears away in realization, and his face scrunched up even more as he began to sob harder. he wrapped his arms around your waist and cried into your shoulder, apologizing that he should've squared up, he shouldn't have let you down, but you shushed him and told him with a comforting voice that it was okay. "it's hard to get out of a habit, love... i know that. i'm not angry, i'm not disappointed... i'll stay with you forever, kento, you don't need to keep that in your dreams. i'll always be with you." you promised him as you kissed the top of his head, with him thanking you and kissing your cheeks, his tears wetting them as he muttered how in love he is with you, how he'll work on this starting tomorrow, but for now... all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and sleep with you, just lay here on the bed with you in his arms and with his heart beating in harmony with yours.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 41

Adric missed K9 and would write him letters. (Short story: A Boy's Tale)

Tegan missed Nyssa a lot and felt as though Turlough had a bond with the Doctor that she wasn't company to. (Short story: Qualia)

Early Gallifreyans worshipped one of their two moons (Pazithi Gallifreya) as a virgin goddess. (Novel: Cat's Cradle: Time's Crucible)

After Inquisitor Darkel dismissed the Sixth Doctor's charges from The Trial of a Time Lord, she had to go lie down in a dark room for a while because he and the Valeyard were too much for her. (Short story: The Inquisitor)

There are roughly one million versions of Clara Oswald according to the Encyclopaedia Gallifreya. (Short story: Citation Needed)

The Master tried to interfere with the Fifth Doctor’s regeneration into his Sixth, but the Doctor had psychically called out to his former companions (Nyssa, Tegan, Turlough, etc etc), who convinced him to ignore the Master and helped him regenerate. (Audio: Winter; Television: The Caves of Androzani)

The Doctor keeps a copy of Every Gallifreyan Child's Pop-Up Book of Nasty Creatures From Other Dimensions in the TARDIS library. It pops up in four dimensions. (Novel: All-Consuming Fire)

The Fifth Doctor talked so much about River Song after meeting and becoming absolutely enamored with her that Tegan pushed him against the wall and demanded that he stop. (Audio: Expiry Dating)

The Seventh Doctor met Katarina as a young girl. He gave her family enough gold to feed them for a year. (Short story: An Unfulfilled Dream)

In 1969, a journalist named Chrissie Allen did an article on Amelia Williams. Amy told her she wanted to write a story about a young girl lost in New York City, who is scared but will use her magic powers to take on the world. She was very confident when she said the girl was really out there in New York. (Short story: The Girl Who Never Grew Up)

The Eye of Harmony located in the TARDIS is only symbolic of the real Eye of Harmony on Gallifrey. (Novel: The Eight Doctors)

If someone accesses the Eye of Harmony without the Rod, Sash, or Great Key of Rassilon, they will be turned inside out and killed. (Audio: Insurgency)

A young Magnus, who would one day become the War Chief, once tried to drain Artron energy out of a sphere retrieved from the time vortex. He was opposed by the First Doctor, referred to as "Thete," who set the energy free after discovering it was alive. This was considered to be their "falling out" moment. (Comic: Flashback)

The Fifth Doctor has tried to sacrifice himself so often that Nyssa can recognize his blank face as an I'm-about-to-sacrifice-myself face. (Audio: The Darkening Eye)

Each incarnation of the Doctor thinks that they make their own identity, but in reality, the TARDIS knows that their travels are never "accidental." For example, she could have easily returned to 1960s London when the First Doctor was trying to drop off Barbara and Ian, but she said she thought it was more important that he have fun and learn from his human companions who the Doctor actually was. (Short story: What the TARDIS thought of "Time Lord Victorious")

The Doctor's TARDIS bedroom (at least at the time of his Fifth incarnation) had an original Jackson Pollock on the door. It had a four poster bed with awnings, silk sheets, and a toy rabbit. The Fifth Doctor would hang his coat up with a Mickey Mouse hanger and sleep in question mark patterned pajamas. (Novel: Divided Loyalties)

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[pumpkinstrawbrew]

dreams of you.

(part 1 ?)

...

(my first *baby* attempt to make a comic-like art. i wanted to try an' tell a lil snippet of a story in like, 2 pages. there is technically supposed to be the second part to it, from bruce’s perspective. but idk, when *if* i will get around to it.

i suppose that this lil thing can be kinda related to this n' that timeline. so it might take place, after the ‘bruce sitting next to jon, when he tripping balls too strongly to be moved’ part, but before jon gets bold an’ steals one of batman’s gloves, bc he’s a lil freak.

this can be considered what came before all of it. the begining of crane slowly becoming obssessed with the bat. mostly since he keeps dreaming things, that he doesn’t think had happened, but they feel like they did. an' considering how he has barely any expirience with those things, it's odd how he can sorta recreate smth like that. smth that feels real. it gives him a food for thoughts. but the sort of thoughts, you can't really do much with.

while i think of btas crane as more emotionally detached / apathetic person, it’s feels natural for him to begin clinging to that one person, he seemingly has ‘connection’ with. even if said connection can be just a wishful thinking, a dream that he had under influence of ft. but for some reason keeps seeing even after he had 'recovered'.

i love to imagine that while irl, he was hallucinating an’ seeing batman as bat-monster, in his dreams, it’s opposite. he sees him as human. an’ he also sees himself to be a bit younger too. almost like it’s a callback to some more vulnerable part of him, that he prefers to forget about or ignore. the show writer’s notes said that jonathan has the same background as his comic counterpart, so he was pretty much bullied an’ isolated as well. but unlike comic!crane, he’s less emotionally volatile an’ more research-driven. but it’s hard to be calculated an’ logical with things, that he doesn’t understand. nightmares, he’s familiar with, those oddly ‘soft’ *in comparison* dreams aren’t smth he knows what to do with. esp bc he doesn’t even know if it’s based on reality or not.

regardless, i find it interesting that btas crane isn’t actually scared of the bat. he mostly view him as annoyance. such a contrast to both comicverse an’ arkhamverse, who are also way more engrossed in whatever confrontation they have with batman, than this particular jonathan.

he needs more time an’ his own trigger, that would kickstart his more personal involment with batman. it will start small an’ slow, but eventually lil flame grow into a forest fire. tho, i think he would handle the realization that he went from indifferent to hyperfixated to obsessed way differently, than his other counterparts too.)

[verstakult]

abu dhabi gp 2024 notes

i've finally watched the race in full. it was painful knowing the results as a ferrari fan with forza ferrari coursing through my veins but. whatever here are notable incidents and penalties issued in abu dhabi gp 2024:

we start with pre-race: charles leclerc, franco colapinto, alex albon, and nico hulkenberg's grid penalties. charles received 10 grid positions (p14 -> p19), franco 5 grid positions (p19 -> p20), alex 5 grid positions (p16 -> p18), and nico 3 grid positions (p4 -> p7).

charles, franco, and alex's grid penalties are due to changes in components exceeding the allocated amount; nico's is due to pitlane exit overtaking.

franco and valtteri bottas gave touching pre-race thank-you radio messages to their teams. bottas to sauber (& ferrari), franco to williams. "you made my dream come true," franco said. the race hadn't even started and i was already emotional.

lights out. turn 1: max verstappen and oscar piastri made contact (max's fault). both spun, but were able to continue. max 10s penalty (+2 pp).

charles leclerc drove like a madman, pulled off insane overtake after overtake amidst all that turn 1 chaos. he went from p19 to p8 in the first lap. amazing, incredible, showstopping, just insane masterclass.

lewis hamilton also drove from p16 to p10 in the first lap! that's a 7x wdc driver for you

bottas and checo perez collision; checo spun and could not continue. checo out. bottas 10s penalty (+2 pp).

around lap 3, oscar braked too late and made contact with franco's rear, causing puncture on franco's tyre. oscar 10s penalty (+2 pp).

zhou guanyu false start. zhou 5s penalty.

kevin magnussen's pit was fucked. lasted 7.2s - seems they couldn't get a rear tyre off or something. rip kmag.

yuki tsunoda's exasperated 'why?!' when told to stay out was so funny lmfao but then he got pitted afterwards anyway

franco retired during his pit for some reason ? to this minute i still do not know the reason. franco out.

liam lawson got out of pit stop with one front wheel not fastened correctly -- an unsafe release. liam 10s stop/go penalty. (wtf that's kinda sad though)

bottas & kevin magnussen collision (bottas no 😭). bottas could not continue due to the damage. bottas 5 grid positions drop penalty for the next race (+ 3pp). does the grid penalty have an expiry date lmfao bcs wdym next race... my guy is unemployed... well, at least in 2025. bottas out.

lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, and max verstappen -- 7, 2, and 4 times champions on a battle train for p7. that was an iconic moment im ngl, amazing underrated shot fr fr

shoutout to k-mag for maintaining fastest lap (on softs) until the very end!

oscar oversteered a little and went off track wide --- but he saved it and continued. it was pretty cool

lance stroll exceeded track limits 4 times. lance 5s penalty (added to race time).

liam lawson stopped during the last lap, causing a momentary yellow flag. i also do not know what the reason for this one is, but damn. gotta be painful when you dnf in the last lap (or second last lap for him). liam out.

lewis was behind george russell for the last few laps and finally overtook him few turns before passing the chequered flag. lewis p16 -> p4, that is crazy

lando norris wins (ugh), securing the wcc (ugh), and carlos sainz p2, charles leclerc p3. this is painful. but it was an incredible performance for charles, driving p19 -> p3 on dry with no one slipping off the track is just. that's generational talent for you. forza charles (even though he looked like he wanted to kill everyone and himself after he got off his car; charles 2025 WILL be your year trust).

lewis gave a heartfelt message to mercedes through the radio... "we dreamed alone but together we believed" what if I CRY. then he did amazing donuts, and after he got out he held onto his car and took his moment with it, cried into it. god i wasn't even a mercedes or lewis fan but this moved me so much i teared up

zhou also did donuts for the crowd!! :")

also charles driver of the day :) it is very deserved

end of season records stuff:

oscar piastri becomes the fourth driver in history to complete every single lap in one season! congrats oscar i'm happy 4 u

pierre gasly officially the first driver ever to complete a season with $0 in caused damage oh my god let's fucking GO

also i've gotta say. as much as i hate mclaren it's pretty wholesome they got their first win in the 21st century, their last win being in 1998. ok that's the only nice thing i'll say about these orange mfs

addition edit: charles is the only driver who finished the season without a single race penalty!! wtf that's insane LMAO that's our goat fr

addition edit 2: max is the third driver to win wdc with a team that's 3rd or lower in wcc standings in history! second being piquet in 1983 with brabham (p3), and first being keke rosberg in 1982 with williams (p4) :D

some additional notes:

nico rosberg came! someone said something about nico being there for lewis' first and last race with mercedes. like oh my god don't touch me rn (he also absolutely glazed lewis so much throughout)

max immediately apologized to oscar for the turn 1 incident after the race. he said it's the most important thing on his mind to do because oscar is a dear friend of his. that's really nice.

it's uh. pretty sad that bottas & franco gave those pre-race thank yous but ended up dnf-ing :sob: like...

mclaren won with 666 points lol. evil sinister orange to the core

max being absolutely thrilled about never seeing rb20 again, understandably so

f1 2024 season has ended, and so has the era of these being teammates (that are officially confirmed):

charles & carlos in ferrari (carlos -> williams)

lewis & george in mercedes (lewis -> ferrari)

nico hulkenberg & kevin magnussen in haas (nico -> sauber, kevin retires)

bottas & zhou in sauber (bottas retires (?), zhou unconfirmed ferrari reserve driver)

pierre gasly & esteban ocon in alpine (esteban -> haas)

alex albon & franco colapinto in williams (franco -> no confirmed seat)

if there's any additional events i could add, feel free to slide an ask, message, or reply. i can NOT believe I overslept for this race, so i joined during lap 48 or something, and had to rewatch afterwards. i suppose it's good i compiled this with all the fia docs already being released so it makes my life easier lol

always, special shoutout to my f1 mother @septdecoeurs who filled me in a lot, and also tried to wake me up. but I'm an oversleeping loser with a shit sleep schedule so rest in rip.

[sanyastraightfrombrain]

Getting a bit emotional but man... Even with all that happening now I'm glad I loved dream smp. I'm glad I got to expirience that story and fandom. Making fanart, theorizing, listening to beautiful music. It was amazing to be part of that.

It was truly a beautiful mess of an smp

[musickool]

⋆♱✮♱⋆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ⋆♱✮♱

𝒌𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔' 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔:

johnny utah, neo, jack traven & john wick: 'tragic hero' lovers - they would fight for your love undoubtedly, "sacrificing" themselves for the sake of the relationship

david allen griffin: 'yandere' lover - beguiling, male siren; psychotically obsessed, will literally kill anyone who gets in their way in favour of your love. probably stalk or kidnap you if he had to. he doesn't take no for an answer, he WILL get you and you WILL comply to him and his warped fantasies

ted logan: 'high school sweetheart' lover - innocent, goofy, dorky, neurodivergent boyfriend that cherishes you cutely as the "bodacious babe" you are, gradually growing up with you and marrying later on, solidifying the 'excellence'. childhood sweethearts....

you'll also have a daughter called Billie (i know, just don't ask.)

kevin lomax, donnie barksdale & johnny silverhand: 'toxic' lovers - first two are both dangerous men who will jeopardise the relationship selfishly for themselves. one is a greedy lawyer who sold his soul and one is a hillbilly redneck who's a serial wife-beater & racist. one, however, is just a sleazy foul-mouthed terrorist who holds strong radical, anti-mainstream beliefs. he's not dangerous like the other two but he is not a nice guy

julian mercer: 'the ideal type' lover - this guy is an all-in-one, a dream come true, sent from heaven, everything you'd wish in a man is him. he is perfect. husband material core, the dream man ™

alex wyler: 'soulmate' lover - predestined love wandering aimlessly in an alternate world. your souls are meant for each other but you just don't know yet or you don't exist in the same timeline

john constantine: 'secret' lover - he has a deep crush on you but doesn't tell you, for some reason. probably because of his ego to just maintain that cool guy aura, or he's just a shy guy

scott favour: 'friends with benefits/affair' lover - a short bittersweet romance that was full of deep sensuality & soulful friendship but he'd eventually break it off to go back to his wealthy life. don't be too disheartened, he still misses you

matt & rupert marshetta: 'typical teenage' lover - you guys were best friends but decided to turn that spark into romance. you're both teenagers and most likely aware of the notoriously short expiry dates of young adolescent love but it's nice to live in the moment