#for REAL i want to get another tablet. the one i have doesnt have a screen display. it was a gift. and expensive 😭

[weebsinstash]

I made a fan art for you ✨

I was gonna color self-insert to grey but in tags say you imagine them to be blue skin and white hair and I was like oh let’s do that :D

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Oh my gosh it took me randomly checking my inbox to see this, I can't believe I missed this 😭 this is so cute, I love it, thank you!!🥰

yeah I like to play around with different Sinner Y/N concepts all the time and I love the colors and accessories you picked here, very aesthetic, VERY feeding into my love of "Valentino becomes obsessed with a Reader who isn't conventionally his type". You think he's bullying you because he's an asshole but really he's just embarrassed he's SO Down Bad For You and he's like, worried he'll be judged for it or some weak or something, and he's just, tsundere and bad at flirting. Valentino chasing butch girl Y/N. Valentino chasing punk and goth and rebel Y/N. Valentino chasing Y/N regardless because he's just s big mean slut 🥰

[almostvermin]

uuuuh my tablet is basically overheating bc ive been drawing so hard for the call boy fan mv (WHICH I CANT WORK ON UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFE) so. throws some incomprehesible sekai oc scribbles at you plus elboration

a little explaination of how the gacha system ive made up works. so bc i have 3 people in one unit (sunken starlight) plus 6 people in another (unnamed orchestra) (yes thats their unit name theres a reason okay) and 3 in the third unit (whihc i havent created yet but its gonna be a nightcord-esque thing) heres how the systems gonna work

4*, 4*, 3*, 2*. the orchestra guys will have 3 ocs at a time plus a vs. all cards are hakolims and mixed events can have any previous mixed card OR initial card (every character will have an initial 4*, which doesnt give you an outfit or hairstyle bc its their regular unit one).

also it'll go sunken starlight, unnamed orchestra, mix, [yet to exist], unnamed orchestra, mix

this is not a real game thats being made i am not that good at coding nor do i have that much dedication

okay so this one is for dami1. rockstar set i think. idk if you can see all that well but in the corner its called 2 to overcome our past resentment. basic summary:

erynn is pissed that damien and siobahnn keep "teaming up against her" when in reality her ideas are just shit

damien overreacts. bc its damien and his ego is fragile. so stops talking to erynn altogether.

so now erynn is sad and siobahnn is going to get to the bottom of this no matter what but damien doesn tknow that

damiens mother (who. has a l2d!!! yay for npcs) is like "kid you are acting weird and lonely again dont tell me your new friends dumped you" and ehs like. nooo.... i maybe dumped them.... and shes like talk to them goddamit. but he doesnt want to

he remembers he has a secret pocket dimension he can go to and goes there. but siobahnn is already there (TOTALLY NOT running those lyrics for the untitled track past len). she talks to damien in the sekai and explains how erynn is a little bit depressed bc she really wanted to make amends!! adn sehs really scared she came across accusatorially

damien tells her not to speak for erynn and she can find him herself. and siobahnn, poor social anixiety ridden girl she is, summons all the courage she has to tell him "WELL IM YOUR FRIEND TOO AND YOU GOTTA COME BACK BC WE MISS YOU >:(" except she whispers it rlly fast bc shes so scared of him still

and damiens like. oh. okay. i will. and yay forever!!

next day. siobahnn summons all the courage she has. and gives the lyrics to damien when he comes back like "REALLY SORRY I LIKED THE SONG THAT TAKES US TO A POCKET DIMENSION WITH MEIKO AND LEN IN IT I MADE US LYRICS FOR IT ITS OKAY IF YOU HATE THEM AND ALSO ME" then hides behind erynn despite being a full five inches taller than her.

and damien loves them and untitled track has lyrics :D and that is the commision song for the event

but yeah the cards themselves. damien has the. emo red spikey guitar like any proper secret nerd who thinks in python with emotional attatchment and anger issues. also he dyed just the roots of his hair black (LIKE ERYNN AND ATTICUS) and cut it short. and he has a red leather jacket and black ripped jeans and spikey earrings because hes EMO and its NOT A PhASE (the event disappears in a week sorry bestie) (this isnt. intended to poke fun at actual emo people but hes very much pop culture emo not actual subculture emo. he will be proper emo by the time im done w him though.) and siobahnn.. oh siobahnn... most egirl outfit youve ever seen. implied that damien picked it out for her.her hairs pretty much the same style as normal but in braids and shorter... i promise i;ll get more creative with the other ones but i dont want to randomly change her hair texture in between events and its not 4c or anything. the braids are more frayed on the right side and shorter too going to her ears rather than her shoulders on the other side.shes singing on stage in the trained btw. bc. her whole thing is that she WANT to be famous but shes not sure she can mentally deal w it ect vs damiens im not sure i have the talent to get there vs erynns can you two PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PLEASE (im going to have a luft-core event at some point where her shit gets rocked. watch out.) yay and the erynn 3* is her talking to siobahnn about damien and her trained isher on keytar for reasons (she learnt piano alongside atticus learning violin but refuses to do so bc its boring unless a keytar bc thats Fun and Cool) and the len 2* is him holding. a basse guitar. in a shirt with a bass fish on it. yeah. soryr.

AIGHT and here's atticus mixed 1. 4* atticus 4* siobahnn 3* erynn 2* ivy. ik yall dont know who atticus and ivy actually are but theyre besties atticus is erynns twin brother theyre both in the unnamed orchestra. okie dokie lessgo. the plot of the event is very simple:

atticus is a Funny Guy who tells Jokes and Silly Stories including one about erynn falling off the roof

this intruges siobahnn who asks him to elaborate. he gets this paniced look in his eyes and runs away

siobahnn now tracks down anyone who might knwo. first she goes to ivy whos like what the freak i dunno??? =so she goes to erynn which would be the easiest solution in the first place.

erynn says its all atticus's fault and to ask him to admit what he did

siobahnn is IN DEEP now and needs to know

basically long story short atticus locked erynn on the roof and she jumped off to get down (she was fine and thought it was funny but teases him about it to this day)

but i made it an assasin set for no reason. yes i gave atticus a side part. deal with it.theres like a big ass bloddstain on his back and more on his trousers bc its a formal fancy assasion set whereas siobahnn is having funsies stabbing people!! her hair is more. think frye onega grandfest

being dragged back to family matters so i cant elaborate further but yeag!!! THE LITTLE GUYS I LOVE EM... if it feels like siobahnn is my favourite youre wrong i just wanted to doodle her so you get events featuring her. shes also a master at pushing the plot forward but i ahve an event in mind where she breaks bc she cant keep being the only reasonable person and does something really impulsive (challenges the arata-esque guy to a duel) (she looses) (this becomes her crawl green iykwim)

@socks-wizard-money-gang <- if you wanted to read a bunch of bullshit

[candy8448]

So i write fics and do art and for me, its just very spontanious. Sometimes rhat does mean i struggle a lot with longer projects, but if im really passionate about it, i will usually push through, like my sksw wall scroll

For fics, it is usually just a oneshot idea that i have randomly. I usually note it down but i don't really write up any of them. It's only really when i have a clear image iin my head of where i want it to go that i will write it up, but usually i just post the fic idea cuz i dont have rhat connection to an idea rhat makes me want to write it fully.

In my fic, old friend, it just started as an idea of thinking of the sword spirits in the master sword, j also just wanted to talk about my headcanons, then it formed into a scene where Legend and Sky are talking about Fi. I didnt know what the conversation sounded like, i just liked the idea. So then i wanted to write a setup paragraph or so, but then it just spiralled into putting in all my headcanons that i have for Sky and post sksw, and now i have ideas for Wars and Wild that im gonna post in other chapters.

For fics, i just write everything in my notes app. Before ive had one folder in there for fics, but it turned into a mess of some notes with iideas and notes and some being actual fics, so then i just got another notes app purely for writiing up the propper fic. I then just copy and paste into Ao3's rich text and also maybe post it here. I do also have a real life notebook that i write my shorted fics into because i just like to have that physical copy of it. I used to have these in school because iit doesnt allow phones and i would write fics during lessons, but now i tend to just wait till i get home to write diirectly onto my phone, or i write the fic on scrap piieces of paper when i cant wait and then i stick them inti the notebook

For art, its also just ideas. Well sometimes im just doodling, then i have a doodle that looks really good, and then i want to draw it fully, like my Zelda's awakening piece which started as a doodle in my science lesson. I personally love the look of sketches so most of them tend to stay as pencil sketches. I also prefer traditional art so ii usually only draw traditional when i can. Ideas just come and then i note them down if i dont have motivatiion to deaw it now, like animatic ideas and other full piiece ideas i have. For animatics i usually just draw a small storyboard because animation is hard and i spend so long on them that just doing a storyboard is satisfactory enough now.

I sometimes have an iimage in my head, so i will either nite it down, or so a scribly sketch of it, and eventually will flesh it out, like my song of the hero piece

I draw digitally iif i know my tradiitional art skills just won't work, if i need very specific liines, since my traditional style is very sketchy. If i want vedy specific colours or lighting or effects, i tend to draw digitally, like my "i am still your zelda" piece. But i tend to opt for the traditional drawing rather than digital.

I also draw on my phone if the laptop doesnt work, or if i judt dont want to bother with unpacking the drawing tablet or i judt want to get a neat idea down or a piece that really doesnt need me to be as persice as i am on the tablet, like my alttp/albw anniversary drawing

Obviously not everything becomes a full piece, and sometimes sketches i will consider full pieces, i just draw until im happy with it, and things i intend to be a full (maybe coloured) piece end up looking so much better as just a sketch or a pencil drawing instead, like my the past returns comic

I use a mechanical pencil and well as mostly my set of like 12 colour pencils (since ive gotten pretty decendt at getting specific colours with them) and sometimes depending on the feel or just fun of it, i will use watercolour or alcohol markers.

Digitally i have a wacom drawing pad which connects to my laptop that costs £50 and i use firealpaca since it is really good and free. I use ibis paint on my phone and a pen that happened to have a rubber bit on the back that makes it act like a stylus.

My art style is constantly changing so im always trying to figuireit out. Especially my digital art, every piece is drawn in a very different way and its hard to keep track of or fiogure out or draw something the same way twice

I went on a tangent, im sorry =_=

OK, so I was inspired and now I wanna start a bigger conversation and I wanna know: fic writers, comic makers, au creators, etc. how do you do it? How do you go from plot bunny or story idea to completed chapters/story/comic update? What's your process? What programs do you use? Do you draft stuff? Outline? Storyboard? Do you chart or sketch? How do you settle on characters and characterizations? How do you plot (or do you)? I wanna know all the nitty gritty details. It's just so interesting because everyone does it so differently.

[cajunfoxnight]

Where to go from here?

OH HEY ITS BEEN A REAL HOT MINUTE SINCE I TALKED ON HERE. And oh boy do I have... thoughts. :T Mostly regarding my blog, Ask October Fox. There is a lot to read here..

Wow ok so.. this is a post that I have been putting off pretty much all year long. It was one of those “I will cross that bridge when I get there” and oh boy, wouldnt you know it.. there’s the bridge. I had wanted to make this sooner but for some reason my brain just wouldnt let me. Im posting this here first since I think about 90% of people who follow October, follow me here too, so this seems like where I might reach the most people but I will also reblog this on her blog as well. I have just been trying to gather my thoughts, but it feels like every time I do, I just end up with a scattered mess trying to explain myself. Id like to keep this short but.. well thats not going to happen, i’ll try tho So... to be upfront with a somewhat TLDR, I dont know how much more I will be running my ask blog. This doesnt mean October herself is going anywhere, she’ll still be around, I just dont know if it will be here. Its a bit of a complicated matter, and one that I have been struggling with since the beginning of the year. My main problem is that I dont know if I can physically keep doing it. I know I had mentioned last year about the amount of pain I was in with my old tablet and how hard it was getting to draw. But on the plus side, since getting a monitor tablet, a new desk and set up, those problems have gotten significantly better. Every so often they might flare up, but with regular breaks, slightly more structured schedule, and daily exercising, its few and far between. So on that front im good! I still dont want to risk getting hurt again, which is why im just unsure if I can put that kind of strain on myself again.. and it doesnt help that I feel like im drawing slower than I used to, tho that could just be me. Secondly, is.. is there anyone here anymore? I used to check Tumblr every day, multiple times a day, and then I just... left for like 3 months bc it felt like hardly anyone was here anymore (another reason why I didnt make this post sooner. I have avoidance issues.). I feel like I might have joined Tumblr around its peak, just before The Ban™️ came down and most people- rightfully- left. October’s story is finally starting to come to light and while it was something I have been planning for a while now, the big story isnt something that I want to do to an empty audience, if that makes any sense. And thats on me, really. I waited too long. Thirdly, there were/are certain things that needed to happen before I could tell that story- and sadly I feel as tho I am missing a big key factor that is needed to link the story to the next part. But without that key factor...I feel like Id to have to retcon the entire story. Not that that in itself is a terrible thing, the story has been ever changing for a while now, but this had been one of the main things I had planned for a long time now. Not to mention I still want to tell stories of some of the other characters. There are a few more personal reasons, but these are just the main ones. Im just.. not sure what to do anymore. I would still like October to continue to interact with people, that is something that I have greatly enjoyed in the past couple of years with the quick replies, and thats what she was meant to be all about for the most part. Im planning on having October doing stuff outside of this blog this year- lots of ideas planned, like streaming art and maybe some games- but as far as the nightly comics.. eehh... So I guess my question is this.. would people rather I just tell them the rest of the story, or would people rather I still try and draw it out, tho more like a graphic novel style and not in a full comic form? Tho again going back to the the third section, I still have to figure out how that would play out anyway. I hate to say how much this has been stressing me out, and how much I am upset with myself over how things have played out. Many things I probably should have done differently but now im just going to have to roll with it. As mentioned the story, October, and the characters arent going anywhere. There are still stories and characters to be talked about, I just dont know how or where that will be.  There is a lot more than I could go on about but for now I think its best to end this rambling here. Once I get some input or answers then I will move onto the next step. I apologize for the massive wall of text here, and for anyone who read all of it, I cant thank you enough for that. For now I will continue to work on the planned projects, as I still have a little time to finish those things up, but wow.. September is sure moving a lot faster than I would like :T

[junicai]

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| summary | With swimming walls and tablets that don’t work, who’s better suited to take care of a feverish Aria than her doting older brothers?

| word count | 3k

| warnings | illness

| era | circa. November 2018

31. "This is the third time I've had to put you back in the bed. Why the hell do you want to lie on the floor so bad?"

a/n: cassia: “127 doesnt call aria baby that often.” also cassia: “babybabybabybaby-”

Aria got sea sick easily. The combination of the waves that had a boat rocking back and forth and back and forth over and over again had her stomach rolling in tandem. The floor would wobble beneath her feet and her vision with it, the grey water lapping against the small window in the belly of the ship. 

It was an unnerving experience - and one she’d never like to repeat after the first hour-long boat trip she took aged eight, that had her hanging over the stern and gagging, face as pale as the seafoam that clapped against the sides of the small boat. 

The minutes crawled by and the only real memory Aria has of the trip is how she stumbled off the boat and onto the pier, legs like jelly and hands outspread to catch herself when she inevitably pitched forward onto the cobbles. 

It was not an experience she ever wished to repeat. 

And yet, with her bedroom walls seemingly swimming around her head and her stomach rocking like a dinghy in a turbulent sea, Aria couldn’t imagine being on a boat was much worse than this. Hell, she’d take standing over the barriers over lying on her back in sweat-soaked sheets, tossing and turning in an attempt to keep the left side of her body tucked beneath the blankets and the right side exposed to the cool air. 

She felt like she was being baked alive, yet simultaneously like she was resting beneath a block of ice. Her flushed cheeks paired with her dazed eyes made it hard to focus on anything, and for the third time in the last minute, she found herself flopping over angrily to try and find the cool side of her pillow. 

She landed on the ground with a heavy thunk, and if a whine left her lips at the impact then that was between her miserable self and the walls. 

And apparently Taeil, who had peeked in his head at the exact time she’d rolled herself out of the bed. 

He sighed heavily, eyes pinched as he set down the blue mug he was holding on a pile of books on the desk, the steam fogging up the small mirror behind it. 

“This is the third time I’ve had to put you back in the bed. Why the hell do you want to lie on the floor so bad?” He scolded with no real heat behind his words, hands already slipping beneath her knees to heave the slight girl back onto the bed. 

Aria only whined again, rolling over to face the wall when she was safely placed onto the bed. She jerked lightly when her back twinged with the movement, but refused to turn back around when Taeil placed a comforting hand on the exposed skin of her lower back from her thin t-shirt riding up. 

“Doyoungie’s gone to get the pills you need, okay? He’ll be back in twenty minutes, tops, and then we can get you an ice-pack,” 

Aria shook her head. 

“A heat pack, then,” Taeil compromised. 

Aria huffed, biting her lip to stop the pained whimper from breaking out from between her lips as Taeil’s fingers pressed ever so slightly into the tensed muscle.

“I know, baby, I know.” He soothed, his gentle massaging not ceasing. “It hurts, right?”

She nodded, curling over into herself. 

“Ah, no no. Don’t do that,” Taeil leant over to straighten her back up. “You’ll strain your back even more like that, and then where would we be?” 

Aria swallowed her protest that told Taeil in not-so-nice-words that it was more comfortable than whatever weird pencil position she was currently lying in; knowing that he was only trying to help, and her being difficult was only going to make him upset. 

But god why did it have to hurt this much? 

She knew that coming down so hard off the stage was going to put her out of action for a while, but it had been eight months and she was still getting flare-ups of pain after every second practice they held. She was getting sick of needing to take a break every hour and sit against the mirror with an ice-pack cradled to her back. 

With the low-grade fever that she was now running because the universe hated her and wanted her to suffer, the world sucked and Aria was content to believe that every living thing had it out for her.

Except for Taeil. He was lovely.

A tear escaped the tight hold Aria had on her tear ducts and despite the hand she shot up to cover her nose, the sniffle she made was still obvious to Taeil’s attentive ears. 

He leant over slightly, looking for her face and sighing lightly when she only turned to bury it in the singular pillow that had escaped her earlier thrashing and hadn’t ended up on the floor. It was a nice comfort, and she shoved her nose further into the cotton when Taeil bent over further. 

“Baby no, it’s okay. It’s okay to cry, that’s okay. C’mere,” Taeil paid no heed to Aria’s soft cry at being moved again, and ever-so-carefully tugged the girl into his lap where he could still rub a hand over her locked muscles while using his unoccupied thumb to swipe away the tears that threatened to spill over her waterline. 

Aria blinked up at him for a moment, his hair falling in to his eyes but not masking the concern that blew his pupils wide and the way he was so gentle with swiping underneath her eyes knowing that they were strained because she hadn’t been wearing her glasses recently; and promptly burst into tears. 

Taeil only tugged her closer, letting her hide her face in his stomach this time as he pet through her hair that hadn’t been washed in three days and was really full of tangles that caught on his fingers as he tried to comb through it without disturbing the crying girl in his lap. 

He resumed his careful massaging of her back - well-versed with the act with Taeyong, a dongsaeng possessing the same crippling inability as Aria that left them unable to see a 'time to stop sign' if it hit them in the face - but paused when he saw the bruises creeping up her lower spine and past the edge of the t-shirt. 

Eyebrows knitting together, he looked down at Aria, who’s cries were slowly beginning to peter out. 

“Ari,” He began softly, “I thought the medication was helping?”

She stiffened beneath his hand, and Taeil recoiled slightly, if nothing but to make her feel a little more at ease. 

At a closer inspection, the colours were a myriad of different colour; some a reddish-purple, and others a yellowing brown, spreading far over her back and onto the tops of her arms that were visible through the loose neck hole, meaning that they were far older than Aria’s first tumble out of the bed - an event that had only occurred that morning.

When Taeil brushed his fingers lightly over the bruise, Aria jerked away. 

With her back pressed onto the wall, she paid no mind to the short stab of pain that fired up her spine as her wet eyes met Taeil’s, deep concern only growing behind them. 

“Ari, what’s that? Are they not helping?”

She shook her head. 

“You should have told us, baby, we could have brought you back to get you tested again-”

“No!” Aria’s shout startled both herself and Taeil. 

Doyoung’s head appeared in the doorway. “Why’re we yelling?” 

Aria shrunk back against the wall, knees curling up to her stomach. Doyoung tutted, moving forward to unfurl her legs. “Don’t sit like that, you’ll only cause yourself more pain.” 

It was true, that position had sent electric shocks up her lower back but she was too stubborn to admit that to him, so instead she settled for looking down at the sheets, fingers fumbling with a loose thread.

It had snagged on one of her rings a couple of weeks ago, pulling the jewelry away from her finger in such a way that it scraped against the skin - leaving a shallow, but still painful, cut on the top of her finger. 

Aria had slapped a band-aid on it without giving it much thought after rinsing the blood off of her hand underneath the tap, but when the band-aid had inevitably slipped off nearly two hours later during a dance practice, the tiny cut was still oozing blood slightly. 

“You wanna tell me what’s going on? Or do I have to ask hyung?” Doyoung came to sit down on the bed beside her, hand seeking out hers to stop her pulling at the thread. “Don’t pull on that, you’ll make it worse.” 

“Sorry.” Aria mumbled, not looking at him. 

A silence filled the room for several seconds, broken by Doyoung’s clearing of his throat.

“Well?” 

Aria’s lower lip trembled slightly. “It’s nothing, really, Taeil oppa was exaggerating slightly,”

“I wasn’t.”

“It’s just that - it’s nothing, it’s not a big deal, please don’t freak out, I promise if I was in pain I would have gone to someone, you or Taeil oppa or Yuta or someone -”

“Baby, you need to breathe.”

She hadn’t even noticed that she was hyperventilating.

With a choked gasp, Aria cut herself off and inhaled greedily, hands grasping at her throat as she coughed. Doyoung knelt forward to pat her back as Taeil came to sit down on the other side of her. 

She stayed silent for the next minute, working on getting her breathing back under control as Taeil murmured soft encouragements and Doyoung coaxed her lungs back into working order with a gentle hand rubbing over her back.

It was comforting, right up until Doyoung sat back and fixed her with another look. Something that said you’re not getting out of this one and something that Aria hated with a passion being on the end of, because she never once got out of it.

It’s the reason Donghyuck got in trouble for accidentally breaking Jaehyun’s favourite mug. She just couldn’t lie. 

“What’s going on, baby?” 

Aria sniffed. “Promise you won’t be mad?” 

Doyoung and Taeil exchanged a look. “Promise, baby. We won’t be mad, but you have to tell us what’s going on, okay? The whole truth, not a part of it.”

Breath stuttering a little bit, Aria twisted her back as much as it would allow her without pain to tug up the end of her t-shirt and show Doyoung the bottom ends of the bruises that amassed her back and shoulders. 

They were crude colours, and honestly, Aria wouldn’t blame a person if they saw them and thought she had been beaten with a stick. The deep purpling, almost black colour was offset by the sickly green and yellow tinge the healing bruises had taken, only to be covered yet again by fresh contusions encroaching on the skin.

By the sharp intake of breath, Doyoung agreed with her. 

“Baby,” His voice was anguished. “No, baby, you told us the medication was helping? 

The medication. It had been four months since she’d been to the hospital to get the seemingly-endless bruises that appeared out of nowhere checked out. The sterile walls were cold to stare at as she was poked and prodded and asked indirect questions that were actually meant for her manager to answer, and the conversation that they’d had over her head made her feel small. 

She’d been given a pat on the head for her troubles, and sent out of the ward with a prescription for PROCRIT, a small tablet that was - she was told - made of epoetin alfa, designed to treat her condition. 

Having been cautioned against the side-effects, and being told to take them once a day in the morning, Aria had fitted the tablets into her morning routine; right after the multivitamin she was also instructed to take daily. 

And, after a month of downing a tiny white pill each morning; nothing had happened. The bruises were still appearing at an alarming rate, barely healing before another one could take its place. 

But the members had looked so relieved when Aria had come back into the dorms with an orange bottle clutched in her fist - so very relieved that there was something that could help, that yes, they knew what was wrong and there in those tiny white pills lay the answer that had been alluding them for so long. 

Aria hated those tiny white pills. 

Hated everything about them.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t bare to see Yuta look at her with such worry in his eyes again, couldn’t bare to see the flicker of panic that brushed Renjun’s face as he’d catch a glimpse of a mottled bruise over her collarbone. 

She’d kept it hidden from most of the members, but unfortunately, some were more perceptive than others. 

Taeyong, Yuta and Donghyuck were amongst the first to notice, with Renjun, Mark and Doyoung coming close behind. The other 127 members had been filled in when Aria had been sent to the hospital for her checkup, but the decision had been made to not tell the Dreamies until there was a prognosis available. 

Anemia, was what they’d called it. Her blood cells just, went AWOL. Called it a day, and took the evening off. 

So, taking it all into account, Aria couldn’t see the harm in keeping it all under wraps. She wasn’t in pain, and it wasn’t like anemia could kill her, even if the medication wasn’t doing what it was designed to do. It meant that she could stop taking the little pills, and if she had a stash of them buried in a cup in her bedside locker that she hid them in; then that was her business and nobody else’s. 

Well. Until now. 

“It did help! At the beginning!” Aria insisted, the lie spilling off her lips easily in an effort to sooth the upset that was building in the room.

A hand on her thigh had her looking over to Taeil, the man appearing grim. “You don’t have to make the truth pretty for us, baby. Tell us what’s going on. Why haven’t they been helping? Have you been taking them daily?” 

“I- I stopped.” 

“When?”

“A couple of weeks ago - I didn’t see the point in buying them when they weren’t helpful so I, I didn’t tell anyone when they ran out.” She hung her head slightly, focused on the flooring. 

“Oh, baby.” Doyoung extended an arm and Aria all but flung herself into his chest. He ran a hand over her head and held her there, just breathing together. She really felt like crying again, even though the last time was only a couple of minutes ago. Everything was piling on top of each other; her back feeling like someone had tried acupuncture and failed miserably, the fact that she could probably sear a steak on her forehead what with how hot it was, the fact that she still couldn’t see because her glasses were on her locker, and now this? 

“You know, we’re going to have to talk about this secret-keeping, right? Like it or not, you’re our maknae, and that means you don’t lie to us.” He pulled away to find her eyes, fixing her with a stare. “Especially, about important things like your health.” 

“Had we known that they weren’t helping, we would have gone back to the hospital, seen what they could have told us. You didn’t need to hide this from us  baby.” Taeil interjected, hand finding Aria’s.

She shook her head. “Don’ wanna go back to the hospital. Don’t like it there.”

Doyoung ran a hand through her hair. “I know baby, I don’t think many people do. Would you feel better if oppa came with you?”

That’s how you know Doyoung was really worried. If he referred to himself as oppa, in any context, then it was never really a question in the first place. 

Aria forwent a verbal confirmation and chose to nod instead, pushing herself back into Doyoung’s warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her loosely, still mindful of her back. 

Speaking of, Taeil had disappeared midway through the conversation, now re-appearing with a glass of water and a painkiller tablet in the palm of his hand. His face was apologetic, but non-yielding as he pushed the pill into Aria’s palm and held up the glass of water for her to swallow it with. 

The water was nice on her throat, and she realized how thirsty she was as she held onto the glass and drank the water, not caring of the little bit she spilled over her lower lip. 

Taeil wiped it away with the end of his sleeve, folding up the now damp material before extending an arm and leaning back onto the pillow on her bed. 

And Aria was weak, but even more so when she felt like the world was out to get her, so she went willingly into his embrace, letting him settle her in a position that wouldn’t strain her back. 

“Heat or ice?” Doyoung called from the doorway. 

“Heat?” Taeil looked down to check on an already dozing Aria. She nodded sleepily and, Taeil relayed the message to Doyoung, who disappeared through the door frame. 

Aria snuggled deeper into Taeil’s chest, and the man pressed a cool hand to her forehead, frowning a little at the head. 

“If I leave you to get a fever reducer, will you try to roll off the bed again.”

“No promises.”

[timidtresleches]

Was gonna reply on my tablet but lol the keyboard is ASS so I'm on my phone rq.

Sad that starbucks is the only place that stocks/makes my Autism Drink (the caramel coffee frappe) but I mean, that shit is like $3 and not only is it expensive its also far away from me. So like sure it's "sad" but I mean genocide and oppression is sadder so I can deal without a quick happy autism moment djejsjfjfj

Like food stuffs is easier to avoid you're right. Like oh you want fast food? We're in luck here in SA, Nandos is common place and according to the posts regarding this topic on Twitter, Nandos is a good alternative to support. Sure, their chips sorta suck but they're still chips so why not. Their burgers are nicer than burger King AND KFC AND MCDONALDS. NOT ONE of those places have real chicken breasts for the burgers but lord knows you do get that at nandos.

It really sucks though for art industry stuff like you said, Adobe is literally just required not only for education institutions but also in the workplace. You as an individual can boycott on your own but try convincing a corporation to boycott another one. It's so fucking difficult if any unionized protests are anything to go by like corps are so stubborn.

I really am disappointed and lost though because so many of the "don't use this place, use this instead" places are like. American??? Like sure mcdonalds is everywhere but like, dunkin donuts?? ***WHERE*** THAT PLACE LITERALLY DOESNT EXIST HERE. But yknow what DOES exist here that i have seen no info about regarding what they support? Galitos chicken, Spur Steak Ranch, Wimpy, Fego Cafe, Vida eCafe, Chateau Gateaux, I have seen nothing on these places because they're just not western enough. Sure Google exists. But Google also barely knows anything about stuff that isn't Super Western if it isn't posted about a ton online. Wagh.

Let me preface that I'm not well spoken on political topics. But what I do find odd is people struggling to boycott food products. Obviously, it isn't as easy as "oh lets boycott all of these" because there are Way Too Many companies that fund Russia/Israel because "ouhch but our business partner 🥺." Your business partner has blood on their hands. Anyway. Not the point rn.

However when it comes to organized boycotts or being aware of brands that support genocide. I fail to understand why it's so difficult for people to just not buy those goods.

From what I'm aware, Milka, Oreo, Ben&Jerrys, Coca Cola group, Macdonalds, Starbucks all support oppressors. My hand does not reach for them at the store. I absolutely love Milka btw but knowing that they fund Russia makes me feel ill. Obvs with big name brands like Nestle and Coca Cola its really difficult because they own like half the products on the market. I bought Fanta the other day forgetting that CC owns it lol. But you get my point, right.

We don't have Starbucks so I can't speak on that but it can't be the only coffee shop nearby if you really need that overprized big drink. Theres 5 million other burger joints you could go to. Milka isn't the only chocolate brand. Coca Cola isn't the only soda brand. Ben&Jerrys is overpriced, get some cheaper ice cream.

What's a bit more tricky imo is big internet/tech companies. Boycotting Google??? Virtually impossible as every goddamn thing is owned by that thing. Youtube, Drive, the search engine (do not tell me about duckduckgo it sucks), everything. Obviously there are alternatives but it's so much more difficult to escape Google than it is to avoid McDonalds.

Adobe??? I'm forced to sell my soul for them because of school and while it is easy to pirate, with fonts it's a big gamble of legalities and in work spaces creative cloud is shared along. It is easy to boycott it but if you have to work in the industry you are. Kind of doomed.

Apple, Samsung, HP. Again, I dont know the details for HP but with Samsung and Apple i think they condemed Russia but continue to sell there. I don't know if other tech companies like Lenovo or... i dont know more... it's just difficult with those. Which is why organized boycotting exists.

But for goods like food and drinks I don't see a reason why it would be so difficult to just... not consume them

My thoughts on boycotting that plaque me daily 👍

[mittensmorgul]

Hello! (goodbye stranger anon is the note taking anon!)

I knew the episode opened with the warehouse full of dead deans, but it really strikes a somber note to enter on. Especially after watching dean's prayer from last episode right beforehand. The sheer fact that its just dean. Only dean. They chose that.

This ep felt a lot like how s6 should have gone--showing what cas was wrestling with all season while interacting with the boys. That wasn't how they wanted to portray him then, but it certainly paints him in an empathetic light here. I felt so sad for him. It was nice to see meg and crowley after so long. Meg doesnt get to stay, but she does have some heartfelt and badass moments before she died. I believe this is a real death for her? I wish they had lingered on it longer, because she was a good character, but alas. Such is the run of a spn character.

There were some good brother moments too--sam calling out dean on calling cas, their banter at the beginning of the episode. And meg and sam were entertaining, even if i was far more focussed on the two others currently in the crypt.

The escalation inside made sense. Both of them dancing around the topic, not wanting to be the one to break the delicate relationship they've rebuilt since 6x20. Dean knows cas isnt being honest, and he's been burned by cas before, but he doesnt want to be the one to ruin things between them. Whereas cas doesnt want to do this. Every fiber of his being is fighting back--its heartwrenching. Its brilliantly acted, and far too stunning aesthetically for being a dusty crypt.

It hurts every time sam asks dean what happened after a situation with cas, because he never does it in 15x19 or 20, when its clearly established he would.

Really good episode. Well paced, well shot, well acted. I'm looking forward to the s8 finale because ive heard its great!

Hi there, and thank you for this! I love hearing how others react to episodes, especially Big Emotional Ones like this!

And yeah, Dean has been concerned and suspicious of Cas for a lot of the season, and even Cas had no idea he was being controlled until something "broke the connection" enough for him to realize what was real and what was manipulation.

I also always find it a fascinating parallel between Cas "following orders" in 8.10 and without even hesitating killing Samandriel on command, a being that Cas had known his entire existence, another angel he KNEW did not deserve to die, who even tried to "tell Cas the truth" about Naomi and how she was controlling them before Naomi ordered him silenced (the way she ordered the demon Cas was interrogating silenced later in 8.17 before she could reveal the actual mission for the Angel Tablet Cas was on).

This "mission before the life of anyone and everything else" that was completely drilled into Cas (literally!), to the point that Naomi knew that Cas (still traumatized and guilty over how many angels he killed back in s6) would not hesitate to kill anyone else other than Dean Winchester, who needed a whole separate training exercise to instill the ability to murder this single human being into Cas, and it still failed. Like... there's something WAY more powerful than literal brainwashing out there. And it's how Cas feels about Dean.

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

As for 8.23, I think I like about 3/4 of it lol... the last bit just leaves me wanting to chew glass :'D

[mrfutureboy]

I would like to know when you started drawing and where your passion for fanart started 😊

Oh FUCK dude i did not see this i’m so fucking sorry this is so late 😭 damn you, tumblr, for not fucking notifying me!! Anyway buckle up this is gonna be much longer than you asked for <3

Honestly ive kinda been drawing all my life! I hope that doesnt sound dumb cuz obviously almost everyone drew pictures when they were kids, but i know that it’s been a consistent hobby for me since i was little. By the time i was in 3rd grade I was hoarding notebooks to draw in. Cuz that’s something fun about me: i had a real huge habit of drawing in things that werent sketchbooks. Through middle school and beyond I did buy/receive sketchbooks, but I started out with various kinds of notebooks. One I had from like 2nd grade was like a hardcover, stationary-type notebook that I drew cats in lol, and I have 2 velvet lisa frank notebooks from 3rd grade. In high school and college I had a really bad habit of drawing in the margins on my notes and on handouts the teacher/professor would give. Those classes where the prof just prints out all the notes beforehand and gives them to you to follow along? Oh man, I spent so many classes barely listening while I drew on them! I also used to draw on my physics homework and tests and sometimes I even got extra credit for them (thank you jeff :D). I actually have a folder of various drawings I’ve kept from that 8yr time period and a lot of them are on classwork 😂

Obviously, I’ve been doing a lot of digital art lately, which I’m sure is what u were more curious about rather than the shit about drawing on my homework. I got a surface pro as a graduation gift in 2016 bc prior to that i had a wacom tablet and a janky ass laptop, so the gift was kinda a 2-in-1: i can do schoolwork AND art easily! i like digital art a lot and honestly im still learning new things abt it every time i draw. I use Leonardo currently (i’ll skip that story) but I started out doing digital art on sketchfu WITHOUT the wacom tablet in maaaaybe 2012??? 2011??? does anyone on this site remember sketchfu? Honestly couldnt even tell u how i found that site hahah the internet was just full of wonders back in the day. RIP sketchfu. Once i got the tablet tho some time later i used sketchfu still (i think) but also gimp and krita i believe.

Oh i suppose I should mention that i took art all four years of highschool and also minored in it in college! So it’s something i did academically as well as for fun. I keep thinking about going to art school for realsies but idk. I’m already $$$ in debt from my first degree i dont feel like adding to that 😅😓

Ok now for the second part of your question: I’ve also pretty much always done fan art! Ive never really been one for OC’s, EXCEPT for the self-insert superhero double life “comics” i wrote about a poodle named Sassy when i was in third grade. And then the knock off “comics” i wrote at a later time which honestly it was weird that i did a knock off of my own thing rather than just adding them to the original or making it a spin off with at least one of the og characters. Cuz it wasnt a spin off!! But anyway there wasnt really much to any of these characters; i just needed vessels to get my weird ideas out.

So anyway yeah most of what ive ever drawn has been fan art or self portraits, because its just easier for me to take characters that already exist and bend them to my will (artistically). Well excluding art assignments in school i guess because i would usually have to draw something specific and therefore not something self indulgent. But yeah ive drawn for lots of fandoms like the earliest i remember is warrior cats. Then theres things like pokemon and warriors and random other books i read thru middle school (i used to read a LOT but now im practically illiterate); spn, sherlock, and marvel through high school; and then marvel and bttf thru the end of hs and beyond. Idk i also have always loved looking at other peoples fan art and so im like “shit i wanna do that too!”. Tho i will say marvel was my biggest fandom and the one i had the longest interest in, so that was probably where the passion REALLY came from cuz I was drawing marvel stuff for such a long time (tho not posting shdjsk u have to trust me), but ive been doing fan art forever :)

(Of course, a lot of the fan art i was making prior to recently was drawn in lined notebooks or on homework sheets or what have you, and I wasn’t posting really any of it, but i was still making it and a good chunk of it still exists. Oh i should also mention most of it was with pencils or ballpoint pens like i wasnt doing anything too fancy. There was some digital art in the highschool-college time frame but it also really wasnt…much. Honestly i barely posted any of it here but I know some of it’s on deviantart)

I cant pinpoint the exact time I started getting more “serious” about my art in general, but i know the first pandemic lockdown gave me more free time and i was less stressed about schoolwork so i just kinda had a good outlet. (Tho i will say that prior, I had been in a life drawing club for a short while, and i had also been working on a personal sketchbook project that had me pretty ~inspired~ to do art. Also i watched twin peaks around this time and it inspired a lot of Feelings and i was making funky collages and other art pieced that were sometimes related to that. Some of those are on deviantart)

Honestly I think the Big thing with my digital art was coincidentally getting back into BTTF the summer of the 35th anniversary bc the fandom here was THRIVING and i was like “oh shit wait i want to contribute!” But as i kept drawing i kept wanting to improve and that leads us to right now where im constantly trying new things (whether subtle or obvious) and challenging myself to do full body drawings with different poses, and doing screencap redraws and what have you for various reasons (backgrounds, proportions, pose, etc)

So yeah :) Basically I’ve been doing fan art forever (I didnt even get into all the mediums ive tried but that’s another conversation bc this is already so long and convoluted) and it’s kinda coincidental that ive suddenly really gotten back into it and have improved dramatically in such a short time. Thank you so much @rovermcfly for the ask and again im really sorry you had to wait so long for a response! Stupid tumblr

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 1: A Huntress stalks the night

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2143

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

“Hostage Situation: six civilians inside, one with the criminal on the roof at gunpoint, all of them women.”

Katsuki looked up into the night sky, eyeing the small figures on the rooftop. The criminal was standing close to the edge, pressing a gun against the temple of the hostage in his arms. It was quite high up, and the building was old, so Katsuki would have to be careful going in. One wrong explosion and the whole thing could come down, burying heroes, villains and civilians all the same. He had to admit, the criminal was smart.

“Ground Zero?”

The voice of the police officer with his tablet at hand snapped him out of his thought.

“I know the goddamn situation,” he growled, and dedicated his attention back to the victim. He’d need backup for this one, despite how much he hated it. Usually he worked alone, his quirk versatile enough to ensure success. But this was different. Green lightning hit the ground next to him and made people around him gasp and jump aside.

“Seems like they were counting on you to show up here, Ka-chan,” Deku said, straightening after his landing and clapping his childhood friend on the back. “Got your call. What’s the plan?”

There had been times when the familiarity Deku treated him with had made him go off in a rage. But now he was older and knew damn well even he needed support at times.

“Seven victims. One piece of shit with a gun holding a hostage on the roof. Rickety building,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. He’d love to just blow this vermin to bits and be done with it. But it wasn’t that kind of day.

“Fuckin’ bastards.”

“Hmm. So, we have to be careful going inside. The building could-”

“I fucking know that. That’s why you’re here, for fuck’s sake,” Katsuki snapped. “You go inside and look after the women. I’ll take care of the vermin on the roof.”

Not being in the mood for quite so many words, he stomped off. Deku knew how to work with him, so there was no need to talk strategy.

Heavy rain drummed on the asphalt, soaking Katsuki to the bone. A shiver ran over his skin as he checked where best to enter and get on top of the building, the big full moon illuminating his way. He’d worked these streets as a hero ten fucking years now. It was becoming increasingly hard to be surprised at the cruelty and oftentimes stupidity of criminals and villains, putting civilians in danger or causing chaos in his city.

Soon, he found the back entrance of the neighbouring building. It was a little shorter than the one he was trying to get on top of, but he figured he could just blast himself up there with a well-planted explosion. Quickly, he strode up the staircase of the abandoned building, taking two or three steps at a time.

He had every reason to hurry. Criminals like this never had good nerves, especially those who held innocent people at gunpoint, and as soon as Deku started doing his thing inside, the man on top would surely be alarmed.

From outside he heard screams and the sound of guns going off. Speak of the devil…

“Shit! Fucking awesome,” he hissed and quickened his step, sprinting up the last flight of stars before throwing himself against the metal door of the roof. 

The moment he stepped outside, raindrops drummed down on him like hail, the wind up here turning the water droplets almost into shards of ice. Not that he was able to feel much cold.

Katsuki let out a curse and rushed to the edge of the building. Down on the ground, he could make out some of his fellow colleagues having it out with a group of villains that had emerged from the shadows. They would be okay, he knew that. His attention returned to the man standing alone in the moonlight.

They weren’t too far apart, so his calculations had been spot on. But he couldn’t just blast up there if he didn’t want to risk the life of the sobbing woman with the gun to her head.

Shit. Great. Because he was so good with negotiating.

“You better let her go, you shitfaced bastard!” he roared up through the heavy rain. “You know damn well I’ll blast you to shit if you hurt her.”

“Fuck you!” the criminal shouted back in a high pitched voice. ”You won’t do shit! Number two hero, my ass. You can’t do nuthin’ ‘cause you can’t have her dead!”

Growling a string of curses Katsuki desperately tried to come up with a way to get up to the building without endangering the victim so he could beat the ever living shit out of that arsehole.

“Ka-chan! What’s the situation?”

The voice coming out of the communication device in his ear made him flinch.

“That fucker has the woman too close to the edge,” said Katsuki. “I’m gonna blast up there and kick him in the face before he can actually shoot. Can you create a distraction inside?”

“Uhh.” The sound of shots being fired “I’ll do my best but im under fire! Give me a minute.”

“We don’t have a fucking minute, Deku!”

This was why he worked alone. Usually. This bullshit was ripping his nerves to shreds. 

“Just do it, Deku! Make yourself fucking useful and stop playing,” Bakugou hissed into the device.

“You fucking heroes think you can do whatever you want. I’ll show you! I’ll take this bitch with me before I die!” came another shriek from the upper roof. This dude really was pushing his luck.

Through the strong rain, Katsuki watched as the burly man dragged the helpless woman closer towards the edge. Was he going to throw her off?

His body moved quickly, getting ready to either blast up there or somehow catch the falling woman.

“You better not fucking move! I’ll rip you to shreds and feed you your own shi-”

Katsuki heard something slice through air and rain like an arrow, followed by a wet thud. The world fell quiet, as if time were standing still.

Katsuki’s blood grew cold. An ice arrow had lodged itself right between the criminal’s eyes. The burly man staggered, one step, then another, dropping the weapon he had been holding. Then he fell, and with him the woman.

“Fuck!”

Katsuki flung himself into the air, the explosion of his quirk giving him the needed momentum. He grabbed the falling woman in midair, wrapping his arms around her before the two of them hit the window of the opposite building. Glass shattered and sliced Katsuki’s exposed skin as he rolled over the floor, trying not to break any of his or the woman’s bones.

“Ka-chan!” Deku’s voice sounded relieved and shocked at the same time. “What happ-”

Katsuki had no time to reply. The assassin was still out there. He knew she was. Why the fuck was she here again? He should have known better. She always got involved in shit like this.

“Take her outside!” he barked, and thrust the woman he’d just saved into his friend’s arms. “It’s her! She shot the bastard.”

Realisation dawned on Deku’s face and he turned pale. Without a word, he picked up the sobbing but apparently unharmed woman and rushed downstairs while Bakugou flung himself out of the window again. It only took a few blasts for him to get to the top of the building.

“Where are you?” he yelled into the dark. It had to be her. He knew it was her. Only one person took out villains with that kind of technique. Arrows of ice - her one signature, because they never left any traces once melted. “Show yourself!”

“No need to yell. I’m right here, Katsuki.”

A chill ran down Katsuki’s spine. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. It had been haunting his dreams for so many years now. The slight drawl to his name, the accent forming around Japanese words.

He turned to face the assassin.

There she was, untamed red hair glowing in the moonlight like a flame, her small frame outlined by the full moon. The Huntress vigilante that stalked the night.

“Artemis,” he said. His voice sounded rough.

Something painful stirred in his chest and he cursed himself. 

She still had the water bow that her quirk had allowed her to form in her hand. Green eyes gleamed at him through the black mask that covered half of her face. There was a softness to them, something he knew she held only for him.

“It’s been a while,” she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he hissed, his heart clenching in his chest. How many times had she spoiled his cases this way? Killing without mercy and leaving no traces behind. But he knew her. The way she moved, talked, even her scent was something he could pick out of a thousand people.

She shrugged and the bow in her hand disintegrated.

“You’re welcome, by the way. If I hadn’t shot him, I wonder what would’ve happened next. Would you have blown him off the roof? Flung yourself at him and gotten her shot? Or would you have waited for him to shoot her and then blow him up?” she purred with feigned disinterest. “Either way, there would have been a sacrifice… What great Hero work.”

“Oh, but shooting him in the face and making him drop her is better?” he growled.

“I think I’ve calculated quite well though,” she replied. “I mean, you did catch her, no?”

A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki’s chest.

“Stop playing games, Artemis! This needs to stop. Soon I won’t be able to keep them from putting a fucking bounty on your head! Then every Hero and their grandma will be on your arse.”

“Ah yes, the ever so dangerous hero grandma. How frightful,” she chuckled.

"You think this is a joke? You want to fucking die?”

Artemis’ face fell into a cool mask. “I don’t need your help. Like any of you was ever able to catch me. Don’t waste your time with things that don’t concern you, Ground Zero.”

Bakugou cursed again. How many times had he had this conversation with her? Why wouldn’t she just listen? What was all this for?

“Artemis.” He spoke her name as a plea. Ten years. Ten years of running after her. Trying to understand her. Trying to get her back.

“Ka-chan!” Deku’s voice echoed through the night, followed by green lightning as the current number one hero landed next to him on the roof. Deku had visible scratches on his skin and bruises that were about to form, but Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to take away his gaze from the woman standing in front of him.

“Hello, Izuku. Fancy meeting you here,” Artemis said as if greeting an old friend. “You’ve certainly looked better if I remember right. Have the men inside pushed you a little far? You’re getting soft.”

Deku’s green eyes widened as he met the eyes of the assassin. 

“No, I held back so I wouldn’t injure anyone beyond repair.” Delu spoke calmly, but there was a rare hint of steel in his voice.

Artemis shrugged before taking a step back towards the edge of the roof.

“Dont you dare think about fucking off like this!” Katsuki growled. “You stay right where you are.”

“Or what?” Artemis’ smirk sent a shiver down his spine. She was toying with him.

“Why are you doing this, Artemis?” Deku asked.

“I have my reasons,” Artemis replied with ice in her voice. “No need for you to worry your pretty little head with it.”

She took another step back, then another.

Moving at the same time, the heroes stepped forward, but the huntress held out a hand.

“Ah, I wouldn’t.” She held up a warning finger. “Before you act, I’d like you to remind you that it’s raining. Which means you’re outmatched.”

She was right. She was so right and Katsuki hated it. In an earnest fight, he could have overpowered her, but if she was just trying to make a run for it, her quirk would undoubtedly give her the advantage in this situation. Bakugou knew that. He’d seen it happen so many goddamn times.

“Well then, gentlemen. I bid you farewell,” she said, and pulled up her hood. “Stop searching for me, Katsuki. You won’t like what you find.”

With that, she flung herself backwards off the roof.

“No!” A scream ripped from Katsuki’s lungs as he rushed forward, trying to get a hold of her, but she slipped through his fingers like water and disappeared into the night.

He’d failed again. How many times more?

[a-pretty-nerd]

Fight (Loki x reader smut)

Request: "Heya! I don't know if this is how you request a fic but I am here- I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader smut? With like, Loki being extremely dominant and rough? (By the way I really love reading your stories-))" ~ Anonymous

A/N: So, I've never written for Loki before, I have written for Chris Evans (another request) but this is new for me. I Loki as a character, especially in Ragnarock. I just love the idea that he's an asshole but also not the worst person ever and his theme song "tried so hard, and got so far, in the end it doesnt even matter!" So I hope you guys like this! As always, my requests are open and I love feedback! ✌❤

Everything Taglist: @marvelismylifffe

Warnings: NSFW, smut, dom/sub, rough sex? cursing, I have no idea what I'm doing!

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Loki often spent the night at your New York loft appartment. A gift he gave to you after being absent with no word after roughly six months. Loki, being a literal God wasn't around very often, or he was around too much. For example, sometimes you wouldn't hear from him for months on end, where as other times he would stay with you in the apartment for almost a year. Where he would leave for a couple hours a day and retun similar to just going to work and coming back like and living your lives like a normal couple.

It was hard. Especially when your friends or family would ask about him. You'd always lie and say, "He's in the military," or "he's a journalist, he's off in Thailand," or the most common, "he couldn't make it." You were constantly lying to everyone around about him and it was getting old. Real old...and after three years...it was weighing heavy on you. Dazzling gifts like the apartment or magical items and clothing from his own world didn't mean a thing.

You sat alone on your luxurious king sized bed with satin sheets and expensive bedding. The entire apartment was large, open, and sparkled. It was all entirley new and over the top. You always found it a little...too much, though, it read Loki loud and clear. You looked down at your tablet and swiped through work, tired and drained. You felt so alone.

A frighteningly loud sound flew through the room as lights flickered and flashed. You heard a swirling "whoosh" followed by the faint sound of a voice as the sound repeated itself and all became calm once more. You got up and looked out into the living room where you saw him standing there. He adjusted his costume which was a traditional suit from his own world. Not the black suit and tie you were used to.

"My dear, you won't believe the day I've had!" He ran his fingers through his hair to pull it out of his face, he looked up in the oposite direction of you. "Darling? Y/N-" he turned, "oh- there you are." He was relaxed, nonchalant and didn't even appear that excited to see you.

"Three weeks." You mumbled.

"What was that?" He leaned in closer.

"You've been gone three...weeks...Darling." You mimiced. His raised his brows, surprised. He often was when he learned how long it had been. Time went differently for him. "One of these days, you're going to come back and I'm going to be married with kids!" You huffed past him as you made your way to the kitchen. He gave a weary sigh, and shuffled to follow you.

"Well I should hope not. I have yet to propose." He muttered as he reached out to place a hand over yours. You pulled away as you sipped on a glass of water.

"Don't get sweet with me." You barked as you turned, starred into his eyes, and them stomped back into your bedroom.

"Please don't be dramatic, darling."

"I'm not being dramatic! Three weeks, not a word! You're off, god knows where, doing god knows what-" you paused, "fucking god knows who!"

"Y/N!" He practice scolded.

"No! I get to say it. I'm just your sidepiece aren't I? You probably already have some goddess wife and I'm just your fuckin' toy!"

"You know that isn't true..." he growled.

"How would I? You go missing for months, you've never introduced me to any family or friends. You bring me lavish gifts..." your angry expression dropped in realization, "I'm practically your sugar baby!" You cried.

"You're not my..." he looked from side to side as he spoke and then dropped his arms down to his sides as he sighed. "I have given you my word, you are my only."

"You're lying to me!"

"I would never lie to you."

"How do I know thats not a lie!? You're the god of lies after all."

"Mischief. You know that."

"Same shit!"

"Please...Y/N..." he begged.

"No! Im sick of this...I am sick of this!" You went to storm out of the room, but he was faster. He shut the door and blocked your way. He looked deep into your eyes and they burned with fustration. His voice was deep, and smooth.

"You are my only escape. My only relief from my own world and my own madness." As he spoke, he moved closer, but you moved away. He walked you back, towards the bed. "I keep you here, where you are safe and I am at peace. I shower you with gifts and trinkets to keep you entertained. I bare my soul to you, and you alone." He wrapped his fingers firmly around your wrist as he pulled you close to him. He pressed your chest against his and held you there by the small of your back. Your chest heaved as you struggled to breath properly, your heart raced, and your cheeks started to heat. "Do you...understand?" Loki growled. You gave a nod. "I said...do you, understand?" He reached down and grabbed your ass, it made you whimper.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sire." He loved it when you called him that. It always fulfilled that fantasy of his. And for you to be apart of that, it made his blood boil. He gave a big smile and gave a satisfied huff.

"Good girl." He took you by the small of your back and whisked you out of the bedroom and out into the living room. He never hurt you, not in a way you didn't want at least. He held you close to him and looked out the giant ceiling to floor windows which looked out onto the city lights. Then, he turned back to you, and practically attacked you. He kissed you with so much passion and force it startled you at first. But you quickly melted, like you always did. He hands squeezed your ass playfully and his lips trailed down where he bit and sucked on your neck.

"L-Loki." You moaned, struggling to get away from his grasp. He stopped, only to look back down at you with hooded lustfilled eyes. "People will see us from their windows."

"Was that not clear before hand? Why worry when I have nothing to hide?" He purred, and simply went back to leaving hickies on your neck. You would have protested but...the man drove you crazy. Eventually, when it wasnt enough, he reached around and grabbed your shirt, and pulled. He ripped open your shirt, reaveling your breasts to him. He groped them roughly and sucked. It made you moan.

He threw down your sweat pants, and almost pushed you onto the couch to pull them off your feet. When did he take off his shirt? It didn't matter, it was off now. He leaned forward on top of you and gave you another passionate kiss, gently bitting and pulling at your bottom lip as he moved away.

"Will you be my good girl?" He cooed, bringing his hand to your neck and simply holding it there.

"Yes, sire." You moaned. It made him smile as he leaned back down to kiss you again. He started to grind himself against you in your panties still. It made him moan with anticipation and pleasure. Once that became too much, he pulled himself away. He sat up, naked now. He pulled you up by your arms, gently. He had you on your knees. Your view of the city as you rested you arms on the back of the couch. Your ass face him. He stood behind you, and pulled down your panties to your knees.

"Mmmmhh perfection." He purred from behind you. He ran a hand across your ass with one hand, and played with your clit for a moment with the other. You whimpered. "Absolute..." he then reached that hand out to support himself by the back of the couch as he leaned in. He rested his head on your shoulder and moaned in your ear as he slid his cock deep inside of you with ease. "Perfection."

"Fuuuuuck...sire.." you had to remember to call him that. Your mind was already almost blank. It really started to wash away when he started to fuck you. Hard, and deep. He went slow at first, rocking his hips into your ass. He stretched his arms from either side to support himself. But as he started to move faster, and faster, you started to hang your head low. You closed your eyes and relaxed, but he was having none of that. He reached to your neck and held your head up as he smacked into you. "Siiiire." You moaned loudly for him.

"What a good girl you are." He cooed in your ear through huffs and grunts. You were so close and so tight, with his other hand, he reaches down and rubbed your clit as he fucked you faster. Desperate for his own release by now. It drove you over the edge. You almost screamed his name. You leaned back and clung to his arms as he held them there for the rest of the moment until he came. When you came, he erratically thrusted, and moved his hands so they clung to your hip and shoulder.

You panted together until he loosened his grip and pulled away. He sat down on the couch beside you with an exhausted gasp. You sat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder. He reached around and held you close to him in the afterglow.

"I'm still upset..." you spoke after a while.

"I know. I am sorry, darling."

"You've got to text me, or something." You told him, it made him chuckle.

"We'll work something out." He promised and planted a kiss on your forehead.

[same-side]

Are there any specific resources you used while you were learning how to draw? I see your art and I get super inspired, but then I remember how far behind I am when it comes to progress, and I get discouraged. I've been drawing for a year and I still can't do proper anatomy and lineart, yet you've been drawing since August and you're wonderful at it. I really want to improve. Help a fellow artist out?

Hey there!!I’m really glad I can inspire you!! Please don’t give up!! If it’s any consolation, I get discouraged, too. I see the incredible art of this fandom (or just in general!) and it makes me feel like why even bother. It happens to everyone, and not just with drawing, but with everything in life! But I work through those feelings! I have faith in you and I believe in you!

I’m sorry, I don’t really have any resources I can point you towards! I never really watch tutorials or things like that, I don’t have one of those pose-able models or anything. I don’t know of any like. reference databases or anything. I also dont use any external brush packs and I’ve got a baseline non-display tablet. I think the biggest advice I can give is to use references and to do studies! Studies can teach you so, so much. When I first started I absolutely hated doing fabric. I felt like I wasn’t good at it. So instead of just giving up or avoiding it I sat down and did fabric studies until I felt comfortable with it. Most of my paintings are honestly just me practicing on something I feel like I’m not good enough at yet, whether its dual lighting sources, anatomy, fabric folds, hair... Don’t avoid the things that make you afraid, practice them until you’re comfortable with it!

In regards to lineart, some things I’ve learned- foremost, canvas size is really important. find which one works for you. Most artists I know work on somewhere around 3500 x 3500px . personally, my canvasses for portraits are usually in the 500 x 500px range, and sketch dumps are 1650 x 1650 px. Too small of a canvas, and you won’t be able to fit the detail you want - sometimes I post something with a wonky face and its because the canvas was really small so i couldnt properly draw! If the canvas is too big, it may be difficult to fill the space. Another thing - some programmes (I think SAI for sure) have a line stabilizer and a curve editor. my photoshop doesnt have this, so i cant really say much aside from that, but it can really help you get smooth lines without the wonky bumps. One last thing I learned recently - vary your line sizes. I usually work between 3px and 8px, with 4px as my standard. It provides contrast and makes the focus points more clear.For anatomy - reference reference reference!! Do studies!! And remember that your own body is your best reference!! I have a folder that’s just got different pictures of my own hand under different lighting sources that I’ve used in paintings. Don’t try to do something from memory if you don’t actually know what it looks like! I know a lot of artists use that “block” method. There’s real logic behind it; i think a common mistake is thinking “oh i just draw circles or blocks as a placeholder for body parts!” But the blocks actually mimic muscles and joints. Look at an anatomical model, break it into pieces. Then use those pieces to compose a body. not just random circles at random distances!A final note - I’m not sure how old you are, anon, but for the teens out there. please don’t compare yourself to adults as the end-all-be-all. Its fine to compare to others to see what things you could improve on or how to draw something differently, but don’t let it consume you. you still have so much time to learn and to grow. Even if there isn’t practical experience, someone older will have more life experience and a different perception, and it really does make a difference. Someone older has seen and experienced more, unconsciously learned more about the way bodies move and lights play out on things, what colours they like and dont like paired. And they may even have other life experiences that affect things. For example, I’m an engineer. I literally have a degree that trained me to be detail oriented and be able to understand proportions, perspectives, and breaking things down into basic shapes. it definitely helps with drawing, to have that sense. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help, but I hope at least something in here is valuable to you! I believe in you, anon!!

[tkjunkdrawer]

Tumblr mobile on my tablet is being FUCKING STUPID about reblogs rn so here's a screencap

Dude had a rough night. The majority of his injuries came from him fleeing through the woods in a total panic, rather than because he got gored by something. The broken arm was because he fell down a steep slope and landed badly. Demons can generally see in the dark pretty well, but he just wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him because he was too busy looking back to make sure nothing was on him.

His friend was definitely not so lucky.

Vampires need blood for the same reason they always have in pretty much any fictional universe. It's one of the few concepts I don't see much of a need to mess with. They get whatever nutrition they need from it. I don't remember if I ever mentioned it here, but something I touched upon briefly in the few comic pages I did is the idea of synthetic blood.

HemoFillYa. Midori got mad at me for that pun, lmao.

Because of the fact that there's an entire legal process involved with becoming a vampire, there's also a lot of rules about where they get their blood from. Seeing as hospitals need that shit for medical reasons, human and demon blood can be hard to come by.

Again, the Arkhen people had this shit figured out forever ago. It's basically indistiguishable from the real thing, though it doesn't coagulate or clot, nor does it react with normal blood when mixed. You know how mixing two different blood types makes them turn weirdly jelly-like? Trying to put it with the synthetic stuff is an oil-and-water scenario, only instead of one resting atop the other, they separate vertically in the container. It's super weird. Why? We just don't know. It also can't be used medically, for obvious reasons.

Anyways, you can find this shit at the supermarket, liquor stores, gas stations, in vending machines right next to the Coca Cola--it's pretty readily available. If you can find soda or bottled water there, you can definitely get a can of HemoFillYa. Wes has a pretty decent stock in the fridge at all times, when he's not so caught up in his studies that he forgets to buy any.

Another interesting thing to note? Vampires are completely immune to bloodborne diseases and pathogens. And said things also can't survive in synthetic blood, which is why it can be stored so casually next to energy drinks and bottled coffee. You can even get it served at restaurants. Y'know, for the vampire friend who isn't gonna eat here, but still wanted to come hang out with the group. So while it sounds weird and gross, it's actually perfectly sanitary.

Aside from the synthetic stuff, animal blood is much more accessible than human or demon blood, and still perfectly fine for consumption by vampires. It's just less convenient than being able to run to the corner store and grab a couple of cans of Hemo for dinner. Since it's actual blood, ans therefore a biohazard, it can't just be stuck in the fridge with the milk and orange juice. It's not impossible to get, but if you want it, you'd better call, say, the local butcher and ask him to set some aside for you to pick up that day.

Also? Vampires aren't inherently magical. Like, they can't necessarily use magic just because they're vampires. Wes can't, but that doesnt matter too much to him since he's studying to be a vet. Pure vampires [as in, the undead ones] get all kinds of nifty powers, but ones that have been transformed from human or demon don't get a whole lot. They get perfect night vision, which is cool, and perfectly straight teeth [Wes lamented the money his family wasted on braces for him when he was younger], but they're also deathly allergic to garlic now, and incredibly prone to severe sunburns.

Oh man, the garlic! I think I also came up with a fake garlic product at one point. Some vampires miss the stuff. The most popular brand is this stuff called "Wow! Not Garlic!" , complete with quotation marks as part of the actual name. While it sounds ridiculous, it's widely agreed to be the best substitute for actual garlic. It's sold in blocks similar to tofu, like just a solid cube of not-actually-garlic stuff.

I think I also mentioned once before that turned vampires are actually still totally capable of eating regular food, and may indulge occasionally, but it's mostly just eating to taste. Which is why "Wow! Not Garlic!" exists.

[baebeyza]

Just a little life update, I recently went back to my parents’ place that is 6 hours away from my flat (for yall americans, I’m not american and this is a lot of time for me) but I forgot my tablet pen there and now I am waiting for my sister to send it back to me. So yeah, cant do much digital and have little to no motivation to do anything on my sketch book, but here are the rare pics I actually did :D

1. Zayd, he himself isn’t that important, his father Jafer is a main character though. I do like their father-son relationship though, because the mother dies pretty early and Jafer deals with the lost pretty good actually, but developed the habit of clinging to his baby son for comfort. Zayd doesnt mind and enjoys the extra long hugs :D Another thing is that Jafer is hella shy, you could almost say he has some sort of anxiety disorder, so he is quite the quiet type and many people assume he’s mute for the exessive amount of silence they get from him. Zayd is also pretty quiet and doesnt talk much, but he isn’t shy and has no problem talking to people when he has to, but whenever he does, Jafer gets secondhand embarassment and feels just as much anxiety as if he would be the one talking :)  Zayd could just say something along the lines of “Goodbye sir, have a nice day ~” to a random person and Jafer would hide his face behind his neck cloth, screaming internally. But even when he suffers a thousand deaths from it, he is happy that Zayd doesnt have the same problem he has.  People either assuming him being mute and thinking of him as rude for not being able to keep a conversation up isnt something dear Jafer finds amusing. (PS: The woman he married was also a quiet type and they rarely spoke and just enjoyed each other in silence) 2. Vuczovar, real name Tsubaki, doesnt have much screentime but plays an important role. (gives the protag an epic armor) He is actually just a dude who wants to chill, plant some flowers and never have any contact with anyone ever, but he just never gets his alone time   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But even when he’s interacting with someone, he would never pursue a relationship, no matter what they did together. He could be married with another person and he’d still be like “I dont want to be friends, after this I will go back to my alone life” Apart from that he’s also kind of a pacifist, doesnt want to have anything to do with violence. Not even fighting for his people against invaders is thing he wants to do.

[doodlesfromjupiter]

Hi I'm starting to draw and your art is inspirational and I was just wondering how you started? Have you always had a knack for drawing, obviously everyone gets better with time, but I just feel like I'm never going to improve and I wish I could draw decently? Do you have any tips (other than keep practicing), like any like 'tasks' to do to practice? Thank you!! (: xx

Hi! I’m really glad you like my art c: And here comes a loooong post!

tbh I’ve always been surrounded by art so when i was little I didn’t really like it, especially drawing. I did music, theatre, dancing but I didnt like drawing it just wasnt my thing, but when I was little like 5 I think my teacher read us The Little Prince and asked us to make a drawing of it and I did but for me it was just something i had to do but my teacher said it was the prettiest drawing she had seen so far and she wanted to paste it in the lobby of the school and from that moment i was sure i was the best fucking artist in the world but I left drawing the next day, as I said it wasnt my thing, anyway many years went by and shit happened that made me decide to watch different cartoons from when i was growing up and one of them i really liked the artstyle. During this time i was really into writing my own stories so i decided to draw my characters with that style and well as i saw more series then i found anime and i also lked some of the artstyle and well i just started studying many artstyles and searching for tutorials, I have a magazine that was my first step into drawing in a kinda anime style. here are some of the best drawings from my first sketchbook.

I was so proud of that one holy smokes

ANYWAY everyone around me said i was amazing at art and once again i was sure i was the BEST FUCKING ARTIST IN THE WORLD and my brother told me about this page called DevianArt and i loved it! i could see so many different cool artstyles and well i made an account (my first account as TimeClock) and that year I got my tablet, and I started drawing digitaly and well i kept studying different styles i got books about drawing comics and manga, I noticed i might not be the best artist ever, years passed and now we’re here!! c: thats the story of how I started drawing.

Now about the improving part, I know sometimes it gets really difficult and you see a bunch of amazing artists and you just thinkg “Im never gonna be able to do that” but I swear there is always improvement, you know how something you see an old sketch and you’re like OH GOD WHY MY EYES well thats because you improved! you can see your mistakes and work on them now but just by doing it you have improved! c: 

About how other tips on improving, you might have seen that as I was growing up i was really confident in my art, and personally i think thats something really important, you can’t look back, you can glance back sure, see how you can improve more or how you have improved but DONT STARE AT IT, if you just looks back you wont move, or at least you will be moving slower than what you could because you will be only looking at how bad something was or how you made mistakes or how little improvement there was between some drawings, but if you look to the front you can see your chances, you can see new things, you can see a lot more and walk faster that way, you have to look for more things to study and learn from, not how to fix your mistakes, as your art grows the most of the mistakes will dissapear without you even noticing. Another problem i see often is people complaining about not having one artstyle but honestly having multiple artstyles is great! you can do so many more things!! you have the opportunity to continue studying different styles and as you keep working on it your artstyle will just magically appear i swear and sometimes you find one artist that will just help you grow so much, for example, there have been many artist ive studied and learned from but the one that helped me grow a lot as in A WHOLE FUCKING LOT was Steve Ahn, I just love his artstyle so much and i studied it a lot and it heavily inspired my current artstyle. So keep looking for those artists that will help you grow even if they dont know you. Search for classes, tutorials, speedpaints, and try them all! everyone has different ways of doing things and you will learn a lot from looking at them and by trying them all you will find the right way for you c:

AND AT LAST tasks to improve, get rid of your pencil, start drawing directly in pen and you will see how you start drawing faster and your sketches become cleaner. Dont be afraid of making a mess with your sketches, its a sketch it doesnt have to be clean. draw with random shapes, look around you, choose a shape and draw something with it, draw from real life, go out with a notebook and some pencils or pens and draw people, draw them moving, USE REFERENCE FOR EVERYTHING. and thats all I can think of right now c:

Sorry for this way to long post but i really hope it helps you anon c: and any other questions of specific stuff or whatever dont be afraid of sending me a private message and ill do my best to help, I can make you a tutorial or help you look for a good one

[tumblunni]

More progress on unnamed monster petshop game idea! Woo! Very long post and some drawings below!

* OKAY! NAME IDEAS! Monster Meadow? Monster Market? Beast Boutique? or is alliteration too lame and cheesy? how about FIEND ORCHARD that just sounds catchy even though you arent actually growing pets on trees, i just started off looking for rhyming synonyms for farm and somehow got carried away

* WAIT NO WHAT IF YOU GROW PETS ON TREES i mean, how you get the monsters isnt really a big detail after all. I was just gonna assume they breed normally like pokemon. But this game idea is vaguely inspired by monster rancher, and in that one monsters were summoned from magical tablets that get dug up like fossils. So hey! why NOT have pet trees! or at least something similar that would kinda justify the title THEN AGAIN, I mean, final fantasy doesnt have a reason to be called final fantasy, lol

* We’ve got some other names down, too! I still dont have a design for the protagonist, but they’re gonna be called Lieven. (Or possibly Lieve, which is the gender neutral equivelant) Its a german name that means ‘beloved friend’, so I think it’d fit well with our big ol hug-in-a-mug protag! And then the assistant girl is gonna be called Justine, or Justy for short. I think it fits her cos its a kinda badass superhero sidekick name, and then the full name is a rather fancy and serious one. Fits with her being lil miss grumpypants, and also the true brains behind the operation!

* We also have more of a concrete idea for the gameplay! It might work better if its not totally the same premise as monster rancher, where your only goal with breeding these pets is to make one strong enough to win a bunch of tournements. The new idea is... instead of just a farm, a pet store! Selling your monsters is more of a big thing in this game. It would give a lot more reason to raise monsters of different types, instead of just going for the highest stats. We’re thinking having multiple ‘job classes’ of customer, similar to how it works in Recettear. So, for example, a family with a young child might be looking for a monster that isnt very strong but has high obedience and a friendly personality. And you could actually lose reputation by selling them a high stats monster, cos they decide it’s too dangerous for their child and want a refund. And you might find people wanting a monster to help out in different jobs that require different stats, or a foppish rich twat who just wants something rare and doesnt care about stats at all. And people requesting specific sub-breeds of monster fusion, to give you an incentive to fill up the full list of them! (Also possibly rewards from Justy for when you hit certain total amounts of monsters?) Oh, and maybe there’d also be an aspect of having to judge whether your monsters would actually be happy at their new home. Sometimes refusing a customer is the right choice! Or you can disregard morality and sell them to the shady guy offering a higher price, who’ll probably sell them on to a butcher... But also you can keep some of your raised monsters for yourself! Its just hard to raise a really big farm without making some income to support it. We’re thinking maybe a party of max three monsters in battle would be a good balanced number.

* We also now have a rather in-depth backstory for Justy, thanks to @summon-daze! Her basic story concept is that monster raising is a sport only for the wealthy, and she’s a kid from a poor family who’s working as assistant to these wealthy toffs in order to work her way up the ladder and get her own monster career someday. But Daze gave me some more ideas of her grandma being like her secret mentor from beyond the grave! Justy always loved monsters and wanted to own one someday, but the big moment that made her determined to tear the world apart to achieve that dream was the day her grandma died. She had to see the debt collectors taking her grandma’s house, cos the family couldnt afford to keep it. And while she was desperately trying to steal as much as she could carry so she’d at least have some memories left, she stumbled upon her grandma’s secret collection of monster raising books. The thought that her grandma had also lived and died without ever being able to achieve her dreams was painful enough to fill her with righteous fury! So, now she has her grandma’s homemade diary of monster raising tips, and she’ll be able to add her own experiences to it as you play through the game. An actual incentive to get 100% completion, cos it means helping her finally finish a beloved relative’s life’s work! Oh, and I think this could also be an excuse for some extra cuteness in tutorials and stuff. Like, they’re presented in the form of pages from textbooks, with Justy’s grandma’s corrections scribbled in the margin, and lil pictures of her as a young girl used as bookmarks. By the end of the game you might be mourning grandma too! And it’d also be nice to see Justy showing you more of her work as you become closer with her, and you might even end up seeing your protagonist adding comments in the margins too. It’s our family heirloom, and you’re becoming part of the family too! :3

* I’ve already shown my idea for the Dark type ghost bunnies, but my friend @summon-daze helped me think up a cool idea for an npc member of that species! (Also theyre named Geists now) Your assistant Justy would have a big ornery scruffy sabertooth eldeerly geist with a bad temper, who’s like the grumpliest tutorial ever. This was her grandma’s secret beloved monster pet, and it vowed to protect Justy after its owner passed away. So she’s kind to the lil girl but hates everything and everyone else. She’s more of a wild monster that just happens to help out every now and again, so you cant cheat and take her to contests instead of raising your own. But maybe she could be a bonus boss! Also, Justy continues to be The Most Badass Sidekick Ever, cos she can actually carry around this massive hellbeast! I’m imagining poor protagonist being crushed cos it fell asleep on their foot, and then Justy just casually deadlifts it like a marshmallow. And probably also bench presses the sofa on the way out.

* The Light type would be little floating halos with wings. A very nonhumanoid type of angel monster! And I have a bunch of ideas about cool animations for the halos interlocking and rotating like gears! Each monster would be two halos, one with the wings and one with eyes, and then a glowy sphere in the middle thats like their heart. And they could fight by throwing their own independant parts at enemies and grinding them between the gears, and also I think maybe they can open portals in the centre and do some limited teleportation and/or shoot lazers...? MANY IDEAS!

I was also thinking that they can summon a pure light hologram silhouette thing from out of their portals, and they choose to make this spirit look humanoid as a sign of admiration for their owners. The halo form would be their default form tho, the spirit would only pop out during some attack animations and when it’s being cute on the farm. Look, mama! Just like you!

* I’m still working on a kind of ambiguous idea right now. it was originally intended to be a rock type cat, but the crystals looked more like ice and it somehow turned into a grandpa dragon along the way...

* Another idea i had was that the Fire type monster could be a small humanoid fairy with a sword for a tail. Spirits of the forge! They’d have a big lock around their neck and the flavour text would be that they’re primordial flame spirits who were sealed into this cute form by the gods for their mischief. So they’d most commonly have grumpy grandpa type personalities, and be all warriorlike, and get super pissed that everyone just finds it adorable!

And maybe there could be a secret sidequest to unchain them and get a new monster type? But they’re shy about their master maybe not liking them anymore now they’ve stopped being cute. YOU ARE STILL CUTE, LIL BUDDY!!! :( I’m not sure yet what the unsealed super form would be, maybe a more typical super buff lizardman genie thing? or maybe just a completely nonhumanoid dragon of doom

* I’m thinking of a whole bunch of names for them but really I cant decide! First impulse is just to call them Pixies or something, but that makes me think of the weird sexy monsters in Monster Rancher, lol Then I was thinking maybe just name them to reference a fire god- Maybe Vulcanus, Agni or Ogun? i know its kind of a trope in rpgs to have random enemies named after everyone from every mythology, even when its just a random shout out and they dont even look similar. But I don’t know if people from these religions find it insensitive? Then another thought was maybe ‘Maohs’. Like, a comically overblown evil overlord name for these adorable lil things! And maoh just literally is the japanese word for that story archetype, its not any specific mythological character. So it could be a cute reference to real life mythos without turning any actual major deity into a monster design.

* Another idea that summon-daze helped me with was a strange dog thingie that might be either water or grass? The idea is that its just a big goofy nose and tongue attatched to a giant puff of either grass or seaweed. (Depending on what element I decide to go for.) So its ambiguous whether this actually is a dog thats just covered in heavy fur, or if its a sentient hedge that just happens to have a doglike face. Either way, its huggable!

* Also i wanna have a mantis monster of some sort!! or another monster with mantis style arms. Mantises are just unfairly underappreciated cuties!

[journeysintowebcomics]

Homestuck Liveblog #174

UPDATE 174: Final Conversations

Last time Davesprite and Nepetasprite had fused, forming a being that feels like it has a good chance to defeat Lord English. And maybe it can! Sprite seems to be have memories of all iterations of their components, so this new sprite may know the components of Lord English – unlikely, but possible. So let’s continue.

Well the new sprite is flying away in their eye-searing glory, all the way to Dirk’s planet, where his apartment has been carefully built like in the original session. Progress! You responsible for this, Arquiusprite? Yeah, he is.

...that’s new. It looks like a petroleum extracting platform. What a weird place to put it in, hm...what could be the function of this? Produce enough grist to get to Skaia? It’s worth pointing that it looks like it was free.

Hah! Yeah, look at all that grist! This may be a void session but that won’t stop the group from achieving the objective of reaching Skaia. Alchemizing a few weapons may be a good idea too, hmmm...they should try mixing the cueball with their weapons, just in case, it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea, in my opinion! Dave may be the one said to deliver the mortal blow with the Welsh sword, but the rest should be able to weaken Lord English with their own effort.

All planets have one of those objects placed on top of the towers, everything being funneled towards Skaia. Looks like I was wrong, because now that I think about it...wasn’t there said that the denizens had an amazing amount of grist stored? This could be it. They’re actually doing a lot of progress in the ‘make a new universe’ front. It has been months since the last time I saw real progress towards that goal, it’s almost surreal to see it happen. The fact it also hammers home that Homestuck is close to ending is a fact, too.

While Arquiusprite observes the events with joy, Davepetasprite approaches. Here comes the big reunion!

...nevermind, here doesn’t come the big reunion. Oh well. Dave and Dirk are watching the developments and discussing them, Dave comparing the former height of their towers to how things are now.

DAVE: damn  DAVE: and i thought our houses were pointlessly tall before  DAVE: it just doesnt stop from keep constantly getting more and more vertically enormous 

Well hey, you have to get from the surface of your planet all the way to a big ball of blue stuff way above you. It’s like trying to reach the moon with a building. There better be an elevator or something here, because even by flying it’s going to take a long while to get to the top.

Dirk and Dave are really alike, of course they are. They both are prone to philosophizing and doing monologues. It’s nice to see them getting along.

Looks like the grist rig is normal equipment for endgame, and indeed, it’s the grist from the denizens’ hoard. The final alchemy is going to happen.

Creating the autoresponder was just a project Dirk did for not really any reason in particular, just to have someone to talk with for kicks and giggles.

DIRK: Creating him was an interesting exercise I guess, but over the years I came to see his development as one of my biggest mistakes.  DIRK: He sort of turned into a monster. But I could never bring myself to get rid of him, or even really blame him for being an asshole, because he wasn't actually that different from me.  DIRK: Like, by definition. 

Well he’s you from when you were thirteen. You grew, but the autoresponder, well, it could be said that he’s still in the same state than it was three years ago. Thirteen-year-old kids aren’t paragons of maturity and social expertise, and even less when it’s a computer.

Apparently the people in the chat in Bro’s websites were bots, not people. Truly Bro and Dirk are the same person. Bro may not have access to imprints of his brain or anything like that, but he still did some quite impressive stuff. Extremely weird, but impressive.

Dave may not be completely used to Bro’s death yet, but talking to Dirk helps to get over it. Forgiving isn’t really the first thought in Dave’s mind, buuuuut, hm, ‘peace of mind’ may be more accurate as to what he wants.

Since Dave doesn’t want to continue the sad talk, he offers to make a lightning round of questions like it happened between him and Roxy. It’s a good way to bond, and the very first thing Dirk asks is how his alternate adult self adopted Dave.

DAVE: i was a baby and i came down to earth on a meteor while riding a pony with a pink heart on its ass  DAVE: he found me in a crater on top of a dead pony and gave me a lil baby pair of shades that look exactly like the ones youre wearin now 

Only seen in Homestuck, everyone. You won’t find such bizarre lines anywhere else. The whole thing with everyone receiving the same rabbit is also brought up. It has been so long since that stuff happened, it has been almost two years for me. It’s almost unbelievable that I have been reading this thing for almost two years. My admiration towards Homestuck may not be as high as it was in the past, but I’ll miss it a bit once it’s over.

DIRK: But if I came to Earth on a meteor the same way you all did, then I guess I just got dunked right in the fucking ocean.  DIRK: Which makes sense. One of my earliest memories is of using Cal as a flotation device.  DIRK: So he sorta saved my life in a way. I guess I bonded with him too, the way your bro did, even if that sounds a bit stupid. 

...how exactly did you get into the apartment and all, Dirk? Especially since adult Dave had placed that ridiculous bust on the door to stop you from going out? You snuck through the window somehow? And how did you survive all these years? It’s already amazing a baby was able to use the puppet as a flotation device and survived. Dirk is truly the kind of person Greek legends talk about.

DIRK: I think I just found a building poking out of the water, climbed up, then I just started foraging for food in there like a feral infant.  DIRK: Supplies which I'm sure your adult self must have left behind for me, seeing as he clearly must have known some things about the future too. 

Who knows, maybe somewhere in the depths of the ocean there’s a stone tablet describing the woes and life of Dirk Strider because really, this is almost Homeric in nature.

I can’t believe of all people Ben Stiller died as a martyr and was the core of a brief righteous insurrection. Hussie, how did you even think stuff like this one? Their conversation continue, touching topics like the Condesce’s hilariously petty ways to screw Dave’s pride and joy, and Dirk’s dating with Jake. For some reason Dave is rather surprised such thing happened.

I guess it says a lot about Dave that a version of him was able to carve himself a name in history and fame despite having pretty much no resources – or so I imagine, since he arrived to Earth on a meteor and all. Take that to heart, Dave, you can do anything if you put your mind into it.

DAVE: i wonder if he had like  DAVE: friends 

Chances are he didn’t. These eight people all have in common that their social lives are largely inexistent. I imagine the adult versions were the same on that regard, although it is pointed that Dave had a lot of contacts in his adult life. None of them in the paleontology field, apparently, much to Dave’s apparent disappointment

DIRK: Maybe some day, when we're both old men, you can live a quiet life tending to your fossils, and I will do the same with my dear collection of simple-minded chat robots fixated on puppet ass.  DAVE: sounds like the fucking life to me 

That’s it, the Striders won’t bond further than this. This here is pretty much the high point of any interactions they’d have. Congratulations, kids, you’re pals now! It even gets to the point where Dave asks Dirk for advice on how to confess certain personal details to his teammates. It’s not stuff that’s outright said, but if I had to guess I’d say it may be everything related to Karkat – given the context of talking to Dirk about Jake.

The reunion between Davepetasprite and Arquiusprite is going rather well, more than I imagined it’d go. Heck, Arquiusprite is even crying! Try to imagine Dirk or Equius crying, that’s the kind of thing that seems impossible.

It’s still weird to see these sprites roleplaying – even more when it’s in ways they wouldn’t do it otherwise, ways I’d prefer not to copy and paste here. Thanks a lot, Striders in these sprites, that was disgusting.

You know, it’d be an otherwise heartwarming moment, but I can’t avoid feeling a tad uncomfortable by the situation because despite their way of talking and all I can’t avoid picturing Dave and Dirk – or, well, a robot version of Dirk – instead of Equius and Nepeta. It gives a weird spin to the whole roleplaying about flexing and the impulses about touching muscles.

I didn’t need to see such detailed image, Hussie, dammit. I’ll spare everyone the disgrace of looking at it. You all owe me a big favor now!

In more pleasant moments, the group is gathering again, Kanaya and Roxy reuniting with John, Rose and Terezi, surely to share news such as the matriorb. That’s the kind of joyful news everyone should hear about!

ROXY: dropped callie off with jade + mayor  ROXY: gave kanaya space egg  ROXY: shit is shaping the heck up  JOHN: nice!

Once another mild reaction to important events from John Egbert. How many times stuff like this has happened already? It’s pretty much a running gag by now. He’s focusing more on the hummingbird than in these important news. These shocking developments that should otherwise brought big reactions are brushed aside without any fanfare.

KANAYA: If Someone Is Able To Light The Forge That Is 

Ah, right, that’s something that needs to be done. I’m not completely sure what its exact function is, but it’s important. How does one do that, again? I thought Jade had done it long ago and that was why Jade’s land defrosted, but looks like I was mistaken.

KANAYA: In Our Session By This Time It Was Trivial  KANAYA: Under Present Circumstances I Think It Will Be  KANAYA: Tricky  JOHN: huh?  KANAYA: Every Magic Ring I Am Aware Of Is Currently In Use  KANAYA: Some By Friends And Some By Foes 

So to finish Sburb they need to make a reenactment of Lord of the Rings. Will John go mad at the last moment and then it’ll end with Dave slicing John’s hand off and Jack falling into the volcano? I don’t think that’s farfetched at all.

Everyone is notified Karkaroni is currently busy meditating.

JOHN: um.  JOHN: this doesn't sound like something karkat would do.  JOHN: are you sure this isn't some sort of bullshit?  KANAYA: Its Definitely True And Not Bullshit Lets Change The Topic

Thank you for realizing how unlikely it is! Leave it up to John to know when there’s shenanigans afoot. Not that there’s anything anyone here can do about Karkaroni besides leaving him in that cave in Jade’s planet. Leave the poor guy rest and maybe once he wakes up everything’ll be over. He’ll be royally pissed, but it’ll all be over.

Once Rose says a very Dave line, John discusses the plan: go fight the Condesce at Derse. Everyone ready?

JOHN: never forget, team work is our secret weapon here.  JOHN: probably the most powerful weapon we have!  JOHN: second ONLY, perhaps, to the power of friendship itself.  JOHN: remember that, guys.  JOHN: as long as we have team work, friendship, and cool powers on our side, we can't lose.  JOHN: you are my best friends ever... rose and roxy, and kanaya and terezi, and dave and jade and karkat, and also jane and dirk and jake, and... 

Call me a skeptic but I don’t think you’re going to defeat the Condesce through the power of friendship, John, there’ll be no cleansing laser ray ala Carebears. Better get ready to fight with all your might. That aside, that really was a very John speech.

It’s time for the fights. Terezi is called so she can get on road to Dirk’s planet and get ready for the fight she’ll be at. Wow, things are starting to converge into the point where fighting is going to happen. This is going to be tough! John gives a parting shot of calling Terezi an idiot because I suppose this budding black romance really is going to happen, hah.

Flying through a big black void gives Terezi a lot of time to talk, time she uses to message Vriska without receiving reply. It’s a monologue, pretty much.

GC: 1T'S B33N 4 GOOD F3W Y34RS  GC: 4 MUCH B3TT3R T1M3 TH4N 1 PROB4BLY D3S3RV3D TO H4V3, CONS1D3R1NG...  GC: WH4T 1 4LMOST D1D  GC: TH4NK GOD 1 D1DN'T  GC: W3LL  GC: TH4NK JOHN, 1 GU3SS  GC: H3'S 4 GOOD K1D 

I wonder if Terezi got told the exact details of what her other self did, you know, regaining her eyesight, the kismesisitude with Gamzee, getting drunk with soda...it’s things like that that’ll make her happy the timeline didn’t go in that direction.

Despite everything that has happened, Terezi can’t bring herself to tell everyone how glad she’s to have them around, and she keeps comparing herself to Vriska, especially the part about Vriska speaking her mind without caring about consequences.

GC: 1 KNOW YOU TH1NK 1'M W34K FOR N33D1NG YOU  GC: NOT TH4T YOU'D 3V3R T3LL M3 TH4T  GC: 1T'S N1C3 TH4T YOU C4R3D 3NOUGH N3V3R TO J4B M3 4BOUT 1T  GC: BUT 1 COULD 4LW4YS S3NS3 1T  GC: TH4T YOU KN3W  GC: YOU KN3W 1 D3P3ND3D MOR3 ON YOU TH4N YOU D1D ON M3  GC: 4ND YOU P1TY M3 FOR 1T  GC: 1 M34N, NOT L1K3, M4L1C1OUSLY 

Thanks for having that bit of decency, Vriska, jeez.

If there’s one good thing that came out of this new timeline in terms of characterization it is that Terezi seems more satisfied with herself and who she is, compared to how she was before. It’s still not perfect at all, but it’s better, and all the credit goes to John and Vriska.

GC: 1 W4SN'T R34LLY 3XP3CT1NG TO T3LL YOU 4LL TH4T  GC: 1 JUST W4NT3D TO C4TCH YOU B3FOR3 YOU GO OFF TO B4TTL3, 4ND W1SH YOU "LUCK" >:]  GC: 4ND TO L3T YOU KNOW HOW 1MPORT4NT YOU'V3 B33N TO M3, 1N 4 W4Y TH4T W4SN'T L1K3  GC: CLOUD3D BY OUR USU4L TR4SH T4LK 4ND M1ND G4M3S 

Well that was always something everyone could see, me as a reader had noticed it since Act 5. Hussie did do a good job in making Terezi appreciate Vriska, that was very well written. Vriska may not reciprocate such feelings with the same intensity than Terezi, but I think she does feel them to some amount – and that’s as good as one can expect of her.

I’m stopping here for now, the battles are looming even closer now. Things are bound to get hectic in the near future! Thank you for reading!

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