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innovativestruggles · 4 years ago

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TsukiYachi speculations, thoughts and theories based on canonical evidence - PART 2

EDIT: Read Part 1 here

Okay following on from my original thesis, I thought I would put up a Part 2 now that I have finally caught up with the manga. And seeing as the manga is in it’s final arc (though this may take awhile to complete considering how long an arc takes), I thought I would do a final wrap up of my TsukiYachi speculations/theories up until the timeskip (final arc of the manga). If I see any other interesting stuff during the final arc, I will write a Part 3 but judging from what I have read so far, I am unsure if there will be any more details.

In saying all this, Part 2 is relatively short as the interactions between Tsukki and Yachi are non-existent minimal. So what I will do is draw on some comparisons between the earlier parts of the manga series and the arc before the timeskip. Do I make sense? My mind has been a jumble these past few months ughh

WARNING: This post contains some manga spoilers

Interactions

Following on from the Shiratorizawa arc, it’s sad to see the very minimal page time for Yachi. Tsukki still had some of his moments but there was nothing major in terms of character development. There were scenes of flashbacks that looked at comparing his development re; before vs. after but that was pretty much it.

Yachi just had a few panels of interesting facial expressions during the game.

Yeah I’m gonna put them in below even if it is irrelevant to TsukiYachi - cause Yachi is a gorgeous lil freaked out bean. And mind you, a couple these reactions involved Tsukki blocking so yeah maybe it is like 30% relevant (don’t ask me how I came to that percentage) lmao

Comparisons with Earlier and Later Chapters

I want to use the Shiratorizawa arc as the ultimate baseline for this paragraph, as this was where we saw the most (and important) TsukiYachi moments hehe. So having just caught up with the manga, I’d still like to say that Yachi’s page time over time becomes less and less. When she was first introduced to about the first quarter of the Inter High Spring Tournament prelims, we get to see quite a lot of Yachi. Then it dropped dramatically until the Shiratorizawa arc and then very, very minimal again thereafter.

Likewise on Tsukki’s end, post-Shiratorizawa we see a lot less of him (prob because his major development time has been done and dusted).

So my concluding thoughts? We don’t see anymore Tsukki character development after this arc, so the one and most important time for his growth occurred with Yachi having extra page time (yeah she makes a comeback with more page time just for this dork). Hehe, overanalysing much? Yeah I think so too but I fucking love it, cause it proves this ship ain’t no crack ship.

Again, Furudate could pick anyone to get in on the Tsukki character development commentary (he did so with Yamaguchi in the earlier parts of the manga, and considering how close Yama is to Tsukki, I would think Furudate would use him again. Or even Kiyoko! She’s the damn manager! but yeah he chose cute Yachi instead).

Post Spring Nationals (before timeskip)

YO CHECK THIS OUT! FURUDATE DREW THEM NEXT TO EACH OTHER AGAIN!

FOR THE SECOND DAMN TIME!

Cause we all know how important a panel with all them players are sitting down together and eating. The panel below was of the team after they finished up at Nationals. LOOK AT THEM! LOOK AT TSUKKI AND YACHI EATING BESIDE EACH OTHER! I can’t. I’m gonna cry tears of joy.

AND THEN THIS ONE! WHEN THEY WERE SAYING GOODBYE TO THE GRADUATING THIRD YEARS! Ughhhhhh ... look at how small Yachi is next to Tsukki. These twwwwwwooooooo <333

Furudate thank you for feeding my TsukiYachi soul. Like one panel after another. I’m gonna faint....

Extra Info on Star References

I already wrote this in my other post, but I wanted to put an image of how much Yachi loves her damn stars...HER BLANKET...AND THE LIL END OF THE SANTA HAT AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

(and Tsukki with his giant star in the manga)...I’ve lost count of how many star shirts he got in varying colours and with different star sizes lmao...

Timeskip

Not much to post here except the fact that Yachi looked adorably pretty and her star accessory migrated to her ears as earrings instead. Yeah this girl still obsessed with them stars.

So I am looking for future references whether grown up Tsukki still wearing his star shirts..or got any other...variations...

Currently awaiting for more chapters. Fingers crossed Furudate gives us more subtle references for grown up TsukiYachi teehee.

Bonus

The three lil munchkins all grown up. Lmao Tsukki looks so sass here..

Bonus Bonus

Unsure why Tanaka gotta be in this image but Tsukki and Yachi together in a merchandise promotion for Season 2

Bonus Bonus Bonus

Both these precious dorks were born in September (Yachi: September 4th, Tsukki: September 27th). They be September babies together <333

Why are these two so matching?!?!?!?!? <3

I had so much fun doing this! HAHA! The major evidence are all in the first post I wrote. So this one is just some extra materials I found along the way and whilst finally catching up in the manga.

Also, for @mimi-cee-hq because I know you will always be interested in TsukiYachi materials hehe

That’s all folks ! Peace out !

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swordmaid · 5 years ago

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Tagged by the lovely @samirant <3

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

a.k.a in which i try to write stuff that i haven’t already ranted about in the tags of the original post

1.it’s always summer in the songs ☀️ | AH YES. this one. the one that i will always bring up whenever i get asked these sort of things. i think i’ve talked about it in the tags but i like this piece even more because all the characters here (brienne, jaime, honor) were actually drawn in detail--as in--i drew everyone separately then joined them altogether--AS IN--the parts that are covered up by another character is actually drawn with its own detailing and all that jazz. this is specifically towards honor who a.) i’ve never drawn before and i had never been confident to draw animals so i actually had to draw a FULL HORSE this time which was daunting and had to size him appropriately b.) the outfit he wears, straps for the saddle, his belts, etc. they all have their own detailing! jaime’s sitting on it, but there’s actually a sash that loops around his back with the symbols of the seven pointed star. i was going to continue over on the front with the same symbols but it got cut out because of the crop. the little tree on the side/foreground originally had more branches and leaves but i just pushed it to the side else wise it would’ve looked awkward. i also designed j/b’s armor while i was working on this, and jaime’s detailing took me a lil while to figure out because i was referencing loosely off like, 5 images lol. brienne’s face angle was hard to get right and it looked awkward in my sketches but i got lucky with it in the end aaand this was also the first time i drew oathkeeper in detail. overall, i put a LOT of details in this one but it just took me a good three days to finish it. i loved it even more because i never felt like i was slogging through it when i was working on it, which is the most important thing haha.

2. might i have this dance, my lady? | this one is particularly special for me since this is when i finalized their overall design i think. i used to always bring up this drawing as a reference when i draw my j/b (but now i use another one hehe.) anyway, this one was actually the starting point for the one i drew above because of the detailing on jaime’s armor--which i just drew freely and doesn’t have any symbolic meaning behind it whatsoever. this was the start of me adding more and more details into my art because i realized that they weren’t too hard to add and i do enjoye drawing them. i also like this one because i drew brienne’s body in detail and i spent the time drawing up silhouettes over it to find the most flattering dress i can fit her in, and i’m happy i struck with this one! oh and it’s subtle but i tried to make their outfits match with the gold detailing on jaime’s armor/the light yellow accents on brienne’s blue dress hehe.

3. i’ve known the warmth of your doorways | my quiet isle riighhhtsssss. i screeched while i was thinking up of the concept of this tbh it hit me good. i particularly LOVE oathkeeper in this one because he looks like an expensive sword here and not like one of those pens with an animal topper. anyway, i love post adwd / post lsh fics so i tried to do a rendition of my own uvu i also love hand kisses---and honessstlyyyyy-- this one is just a mashup of my favorite tropes tbh LOL

4. ICHOR | oh my god a non jb art. i did this one a couple of years ago, and it’s a digital painting of my oc amara !!! i like this one because of how I rendered the hair. some of it reminds me of marble and i love it even to this day--which is particularly rare because i always end up hating my shit a couple on months after. this was the art style i had before, but i just changed it when i started to draw jb because this one was complicated to do + it took too much time, and i wanted to draw a LOT of jb lol (and i don’t think the style fits them as well to be honest)

5. that gym scene in modern aus | back to jb arts!! and AH yes from brienne’s physique, jaime’s slutty crop top, the man bun, mesh leggings, and their dumb rainbow guard and kingsguard designs, this one was incredibly self indulgent and i love everything it implies and represents. fun fact i had to go through so many thirst traps in ig just to draw jaime’s body properly LOL i do my research ok

tagging: @ayofandomthings / @fawnilu / @darcydash 🥰🥰

#long post.#thank you so much for the tag <3 this was fun #and also very sorry for the length LOL i talk too much #i would've added my jb renaissance art series majig but i think ya'll know i already like that one #i just realized i've been drawing AUs these days. do ya'll prefer if i draw canon based jb art or my dumb aus???#or like scenes from the book sort of things #but anyway WHEW someone doesn't ship jb. clearly !!

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takara-kaneko · 5 years ago

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Hi! Can I ask for a chubby reader with Zen? She has been teased so she is sad and Zen tries to comfort her, a little fluff. Thank you.

This one was so cute!! I love writing this, thank you for asking for it!

Let me also say, never judge a person for the way they look. It’s superficial and petty. Instead, build people up and be a light in someone’s day!

Fans (Zen X MC)

It’d had been the most wonderful day. MC got to spend the morning with Zen before he had to leave for his call. Tonight was his biggest performance yet; and while it wasn’t her first one, MC found her excitement always remained the same. Seeing him on stage always filled her heart with such joy and love, it was almost blinding hehe, get it, blinding?

But MC couldn’t help but feel like she was lowering his reputation. After all, she wasn’t some successful star, couldn’t act or sing, and was considered “average” in looks on a good day… but MC was just bigger than him. He was so fit and in shape, constantly taking care of himself, but she didn’t look the same.

Sometimes, she could push those thoughts aside. And today was one of them, MC was here to celebrate Hyun and his breathtaking show. Not worry about herself or her body image. The distraction proved useful and MC was soon enveloped in the complicated storyline, imagining that she was the romantic interest. She couldn’t believe how much time had gone by until the curtains drew for intermission.

MC promptly went outside of the theater to grab a quick snack. Spending the whole morning with Zen, she had forgotten to eat and recently began to feel quite hungry. But as MC ordered, she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her. She tried to ignore it, just wait for her food, quickly eat it, and return back to the show to enjoy the second act.

But as MC grabbed her food, she couldn’t help but overhear part of a conversation from a trio of girls, all wearing Zen’s merchandise.

“Is she really the ones?”

“Yeah, apparently they’re in love.”

“How can somebody like him fall for somebody like him?”

“I mean, she might even be cute if she laid back on her eating habits some.”

“Want to bet she’s just doing it for when he gets rich?”

The statements continued, but MC had enough. She made her way quickly away from the crowd, trying to seclude herself away from the others. Without even trying, MC threw away the food, instantly feeling guilty for the money she had wasted. But she couldn’t after what they had said. How could she? After all, she was just the fat girl after his money Which he really doesn’t have much money anyways

The show had resumed, but MC just couldn’t get her mind over what those girls had said. When Zen came back on stage, she tried to focus on him, but could only think about how much she was holding him back. Maybe she could try to get more into shape for him and actually look like she deserved him.

These thoughts ruined her mood, despite how much she really wanted to be there for Zen. But he was too busy on stage, performing for the audience, he would even see her. And as she lowered her head to wipe away the tears that had formed in her eyes, many could swear that Zen almost began to trip over his lines, staring at someone close to the front.

The show ended in grand applause. Fans standing and screaming for the actors as they bowed. The show had ended, and MC would see him. God, what would she even say? Sorry? Sorry that is doesn’t look good enough to be with him? That just sounds stupid, despite it being true.

Zen’s manager found you quickly, leading through the complicated maze of hallways, all the way to his dressing room. Without asking, he knocked on Zen’s door before leaving her alone. The door flew open in the next second, dazzling red eyes shining into yours. The light flush of pink on his skin either from being on stage or from seeing her, she didn’t know. It was probably both

“Babe! Did you enjoy the performance?” He exclaimed, reaching out to give MC a large embrace. Freeing her body to move with his, she found herself enveloped by him. And she loved it, loved feeling every breath he took.

But it couldn’t stop MC from feeling bad. Seeing him only reminded herself of what those girls said, and she couldn’t stand it. “You did great, as always.” She whispered, trying to conceal her sobs and shaky breathing.

But Zen was no fool. He had noted every time her eyes lit up when she saw him, much as he did for her. She would talk about the performance as if he had never seen it. She was always so cute, so he would listen and it would always make her so happy. But to have her so quiet, so… sullen? Something was wrong.

“Jagi? My love? What is it, what’s wrong?”

Struggling for words, MC pushed herself away from him, shaking her head. “It’s… It’s nothing, just forget it.”

“MC,” Zen whispered, serious yet loving at the same time, “I’m not going to just look over something that made you so upset. Did I do something?”

Still shaking her head, MC could do nothing but whisper “No… No, you haven’t done anything at all. It’s me.” MC couldn’t hold it back anymore, as tears began to run down her face.

Zen didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what was wrong. So he did the only thing he knew how to, he held her while she cried.

“Don’t I embarrass you?” She questioned as her tears stained his shirt.

Without meaning to, Zen let out a small chuckle. “Babe, of course not. You are amazing, I would never be embarrassed by you. Why would you think that?”

MC looked up at him, makeup now smeared across her face, “But aren’t I too big for you?”

For a moment, he didn’t know how to reply. He has never thought a moment about this sort of thing and it confused him on why she would even think about it. Then it clicked, “Jagi, did someone say something to you?”

Still blubbering, MC aggressively wiped her face with her hands but paused for a moment to softly nod.

He knew it. The fact that someone would even think something like that about her was enough to set him off, much less actually say it to her.”

Zen slowly approached her, gliding his fingers from her shoulders, down her shoulder, eventually resting on her waist. “MC, look at me, please.” He waited for her stop rubbing her eyes until her gaze met his. Smiling gently, he continued, “Jagi, you are my love, my world, my life. Every moment I’m with you is the happiest moment of my life. And I wouldn’t trade that for the world, not a single thing in my life is more important than you. Please never dislike yourself when it is the thing that I love more than anything.”

Placing one of his hands on her cheek, Zen gently wiped away the last of MC’s tears. As if on reflex, she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

“I’m sorry, Hyun.” MC murmured, placing her own hand on top of his, “I’m sorry I got so upset. It just got worried I wasn’t enough for you. I thought that I needed to look better if I wanted to be with you.”

Without wasting a moment, Zen placed his lips on hers. MC couldn’t help gasping at the sudden contact, in turn causing him to snicker at her reaction. “I love you just the way you are, I would never want you to change. And if you ever want to change something about you, it should be because you want to, not anyone else, alright?” MC nodded, leaning into his embrace once again.

“Answer me this question,” Zen started, MC quickly returning a hum in agreement, “Is that why you were crying during the second act?”

You saw that?!” MC jolted, unable to conceal the surprise on her face.

With a chuckle, Zen kissed her forehead, “I had to make sure my jagiya was enjoying my performance.”

Tagging: @sapphicmists and @thortheclonetrooperIf you’d like to be tagged when I post my writing, feel free to message me or include it in the comments!

If you like my work, please support me by buying me a ko-fi

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfiction #mysme fanfiction #mystic messenger fluff #mystic messenger scenario #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger headcannons #mystic messenger prompt #mystic messenger zen #zen #mysme zen #mm zen #hyun #hyun ryu #mysme fluff

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kakashishomegirl · 4 years ago

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Guide To This Blog

About me:

Hi, I’m Alice! I love drawing, talking to kind strangers on the internet and Naruto.

Please know that I am 18, therefore an adult, and also white, in case you are uncomfortable with that.

If you are interested in my art, @alicexdraws is my main blog with only art, though I also do reblog it on here if it’s Naruto, just search the #my art tag.

If you want to talk to me, I would be delighted, I’ll chat about just everything (but extra points if it’s Naruto-related xD).

Also, I‘m basically a library of Kakagai fics, so if you want some recommendations, HIT ME UP I LOVE TALKING ABOUT FANFICTION.

PEDOPHILES, RACISTS, TERFS, MISOGYNISTS, HOMOPHOBES ETC ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. This blog is a safe space for everyone except haters.

If you are a minor, please think about if you really want to follow me. It‘s not much, but there are some slightly nsfw texts or images here. Also there is a post of me saying Kisame/Itachi is one of my ships going around. I do NOT ship this anymore since I did research on their ages and when they met, something I didn‘t know back then. But if this makes you uncomfortable, then please don‘t follow.

Content:

You will probably catch me thinking about kakagai, Itachi, Neji, Tenten and Lee most of the time hehe.

Kakagai is my number one favourite Naruto ship, but you’ll also find some sasunaru, inosaku, gaanaru and nejiten on here.

Also I LOVE TEAM GAI WITH ALL MY HEART, they are my precious taijutsu kids and they all deserved so much better!! I will always be ready to talk about them.

And just recently, my obsession with Itachi began, I just fell right into that...

I often set out to the deeply hidden corners of tumblr to find some vastly underappreciated fanart which you will probably witness through random hours of content regarding only one theme.

What you won’t find here:

I don’t ship any minors with adults, therefore stuff like kakasaku, kakanaru, Lee x Gai or similar ships will never be here.

I don’t think I’ll really be reblogging nsfw content, and if so, then most certainly nothing too explicit, that just isn’t my style.

Also there won’t be much triggering stuff, I don’t think it’ll get further than some blood smears.

Tagging system:

I try to tag trigger warnings with “name of trigger + tw” and nsfw (though there won’t really be much to tag) accordingly, but if you have ideas for improvement, please feel free to tell me.

If I have some conversations with mutuals, that will probably include a lot of reblogs, so if you don‘t want to see them, just filter the tag #convos :)

Also I somehow got into doing some terrible „funny“ Itachi roleplay, you can filter that with #roleplay xD

Looking for characters:

Every character is tagged with first and last name, exceptions are those who don’t have one and the sand siblings which are tagged with just their first name since I was confused about that whole “sabaku no” thing.

I write “Kurenai Yuuhi” with double u because it looks cooler, but otherwise I decided to just use one, for example in “Hyuga”.

I tag Yamato solely as Tenzo because I really vibe with Kakashi and if he calls him Tenzo, then so do I. ^^

Might Guy is tagged as Maito Gai because I love sticking to the Japanese versions and also because I think this befits him better, for some reason.

Special character group tags:

#underappreciated jonin squad: Includes all the jonin (and also chunin) from Konoha that nobody really knows the name of, as the memes say. I am proud to claim that by now, I do know their names. Examples: Raido Namiashi, Genma Shiranui (love this guy), Kotetsu Hagane etc.

#sand sibs: The tag for the three wonderful siblings from Suna. Temari, Kankuro and Gaara.

#og squad: Includes the Konoha eleven and Sasuke, but also the sand sibs. Basically everyone you would watch Boruto for. (Sorry for the shade if you really enjoy Boruto)

#hokage squad: All the hokage of Konoha.

#uchiha brothers: Itachi and Sasuke interacting.

#team 7: I use this tag to respect Tenzo’s leadership alongside Kakashi’s, so this tag includes Tenzo and Sai as rightful members of team 7.

#team gai, #team kurenai, #team asuma etc.: All other teams are named after their sensei.

#team taka: Not team hebi, I never really liked that name.

#sannin: I’m actually not sure if I have used or ever will use this tag since I like neither Jiraiya nor Orochimaru that much, but maybe for Tsunade i will.

#ninken: Kakashi’s precious dogs!

#kunoichi squad: All the girls in Naruto, because give them love!

#uchiha clan, #hyuga clan etc.: Feautures clan members from different generations.

Ship names

I’ll just list how I write them in case you were wondering why you didn’t find anything. It could also be the case that I just haven’t reblogged anything of that ship, even if you might find it in the list.

I’ll continue the list if you or I feel the need.

Content tags:

I do admit that except for #fanart, these are all a bit inconsistent, not everything fitting into these categories is tagged as such, but in the future, I‘ll pay more attention to that and maybe also go over my posts.

#naruto: Almost every post is tagged with this. I don‘t post much stuff that is not Naruto, but if you don‘t want to see that, choose this tag and have the full on pure Naruto experience.

#fanart: Contains everything that is drawn/painted/stitched etc. by fans, also comics, painted memes and everything.

#full pieces: Also fanart, but only the fully coloured ones, or extremely detailed, and with backgrounds. Things you would put on your wall.

#incorrect quotes: We all know them, the famous quotes our favourite characters may or may not have said.

#mangacaps: Images taken out of the Naruto manga.

#screencaps: Screenshots, compilations of character scenes, whole scenes etc. out of the anime.

#comics: Fanarts that are also comics.

#memes: I don‘t think I really have many of those tho lol.

#charts: You know these alignments, or reactions of various characters to a thing? These are all summed up in this tag, I enjoy it a lot.

#rankings: Things like „Who of these characters is most to least likely to do xyz?“

#my posts: Everything I did or had a hand in.

#my art: Everything I drew :)

#not naruto, #personal: Stuff that isn’t Naruto and/or concerns me. Might change these later.

#fun stuff: Things that made me laugh.

Special tags:

#personal faves: These are my absolute favourite posts, there are some absolutely stunning artworks there and it‘s just general stuff that I can go to look at when I‘m feeling down.

Thank you for visiting my blog, I hope you‘ll enjoy your stay! <3

#my posts #guide to this blog #not naruto

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eatmypan · 5 years ago

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I’m trying to be familiarized with Photoshop and well, I wanted to try this way of painting (a bit far from my comfort zone). It’s kinda like (semi) realistic...ish? I don’t know, but I’m trying to learn more about anatomy

I played with the curve tool in photoshop, I have never used that tool before since Paint tool sai doesn’t have it... ahh~ I wish Sai will mix with Photoshop and create the ultimate program, I just love the blending in Sai, no any program has been so easy to me in that aspect, but Photoshop has so many interesting tools!

Anyway, I decided to begin with male’s back. I don’t know how to draw any male body, I literally can’t so that’s why I wanted to push me even father from my comfort zone picking a male body. Although I cheated a little bit picking the easiest body part to paint, the back hehe I’ll do female’s back next. Then another part of the male, same to part but with the woman and so on. Face will be the last one because I know it will be the hardest part and I don’t wanna start crying from the beggining :’)

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I also wanted to use this post to tell a bit about the post I make in december 2019 saying “I’ll draw the oldest drawing I can find from mine to see how much I have improve in this decade (although I started in digital around 2015 and I don’t have traditional drawings=ehem i suck at them)”

Well, yes, I know, I never keep a promise when it comes to my drawings, but this time is different! I actually did pick the oldest drawing I could find (actually the second or third oldest due the other ones didn’t inspire me) and then, surprisingly, I drew it! like, yeah! I did it, I even surprised myself....BUT: I couldn’t do the face, I tried diferents days, but I still couldn’t. It kept reminding me to a girl I know and that I don’t truly like so it was a bit awkard?? The face wasn’t that bad but the image of her keep going to my mind

So I guess I’ll just show you what I did

The only thing that has changed all this 5 years, is that now I procrastinate a lot and spent more time than the usual doing sketches

Here is the 27‎th august ‎2015

Damn, cringy. I remember I did it for a friend that reached 10k in tumblr

And here is my attemp from 21st december 2019 (still cringy but not that much):

Another problem I faced that was harder than the face, was the colors. Like, look at the original drawing and that purple that almost kills your eyes. I couldn’t use it! and purple is not a color I have used that much in the actual piece, I only used at the end of eveything to make my drawing a bit more even (I overlay the light and dark purple with low oppacity it’s not showed in any of these pics). Appart from that, I don’t really use it, specially that neon blue-purple color

So I didn’t know what to do, if I changed drastically the colors, it wouldn’t be the same drawing, so I guess I wanted to be some colors like this ones.. I tried a lot of combinations tho (yes, I know, I’m really bad at picking colors even when I dress myself that’s why I love to have a lot of black clothes, any color goes well with black)

I wanted to change eveything a little bit but still being the same drawing (that’s why I was pissed off by the colors). I wanted a more dinamic pose, actually, I wanted to draw a pose I have never drawn, from the back! I don’t know, I was ready to experiment. I also changed the dress, better shape, more movement and the back detail instead of that horrorific tablecloth pattern

Either way, I won’t continue it, I’m happy with no seeing those colors again

It has been 5 rough years trying to learn alone all I know now, and it will be 5 and 10 and more rough years of learning even more!

I wanted so bad to do a 10 years difference challenge, but at that time I was only 10 years old and I only drew what schools told me to drew! I only began to start drawing (like, really drawing, wanting to draw) in 2014/2015. My father gave me a graphic tablet a friend of him gifted him in 1996 (wacom model ET-0405A-U). In january 2017 (I think..) my parents gave me the gift of my new tablet (left one is the new (2017) tablet, the right one is the old tablet (2015 that it’s actually from 94-96′s)

my deskopt is a mess, I tried not to show it that much lol

Many people I know names their tablets, but I have never done that?? I think I’ll call the left one Armin, I watched in three days shingeki no kyojin and I fell in love with the character

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lol this is a mess of a post but this is what happens when I don’t say anything for days in this blog

Look the bright side, if I keep up with the practicing, I will be able to draw my precious child chat noir more often!!

#my art #end of decade #redrawing old art #2015 #2020 #progress of 5 years #i don't know how this challenge is called #redraw #photoshop #paint tool sai #ml #chat noir

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a-bit-too-much-of-a-zelda-fan · 6 years ago

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Linked Universe Fanfic Ch. 6: Fire

Stop! You’ve Violated the Law!

So, you’ve stumbled upon this original post for my Linked Universe fanfiction. That’s okay, it happens to everyone. As of March 2021, I’ve uploaded the entirety of this fanfic to my Archive of Our Own page. Along with finally giving the story a name--Oops! All Links: A Linked Universe Story--I made substantial edits to some of the chapters. These range from minor stylistic revisions to fixing a gaping plot hole that kinda completely broke the character conflict in the earlier chapters. I also renamed and renumbered (but not reordered) the chapters. Specifically, this is now split into Chapter 7: Fire, and Chapter 8: Inferno.

The AO3 iterations of these chapters are the definitive versions. So, if you would like to read this fanfiction, please do so on AO3, right here. With this embedded link. Hehe. Geddit? Link?

Note: My screen name on AO3 is FrancisDuFresne. Yes, that is me. I am not plagiarizing myself.

Anyway, for posterity’s sake, the rest of the original post is below the cut.

This continues my @linkeduniverse AU narrative. The length is daunting but trust me when I tell you it’s worth it. Word Count: 4855.

Fire. A gift from the golden goddess Din which can both give life and take it. It can both create and destroy. This fire, however, was the latter on both counts. An entire small settlement was set ablaze, the screams and shouts of the villagers nearly drowned out by the sound of the fire itself. Buildings were collapsing into their own infernos, sending jets of flames into the sky. The Hero of Warriors split the Links into pairs to cover more ground. This was an ambitious rescue mission, and they knew they couldn’t possibly save everyone.

This hell is where the Links found themselves today.

…

The Hero of Legends hadn’t used his Pegasus Boots in a very long time. He remembered this as his sprint reached peak speed; it took more effort than he anticipated to not trip and bury his face in the scorched dirt. Need to get myself under control, he thought. These people need me.

Though Legend and his companions charged into the village at the same time, his boots soon brought him into the lead. Leaving them behind like Warrior told him, he rushed to the far end of the settlement. He chose a building at random and threw open the door.

Sweltering heat hit him with force of a bomb, followed by smoke to match. Squinting and coughing, he entered. It seemed to be a tavern. A long counter ran the length of one wall with shelves of bottles and a closed door behind it. Several round tables and stools lay in disarray across the floor. Shards of glass littered the place. Everything flammable was either burning or about to.

“Hello?” he called, struggling to keep his voice both calm and urgent. “Is anybody in here?”

No reply. Swinging his legs over the counter, he jumped behind the bar and tried to open the door. It was jammed shut. “Damn it,” he muttered. He shoulder-bashed it but it didn’t budge. He rummaged in his pouch a moment then pulled out his hammer. He raised it and swung. It hit its target dead-center. With a satisfying crack, the now-splintered door fell to the ground.

Putting away his hammer, Legend entered the new room. Shelves upon shelves of liquor bottles and barrels filled the room. Liquor. Liquor has alcohol. Alcohol can burn. The place could be about to explode. “Oh no,” he breathed. “Hey! Is there anyone here?!”

A barely audible whimper came from the far corner of the room. Legend whipped his head to the spot. Several wooden beams and shelves were piled there, on fire like nearly everything else. In a flash, he had slipped on his power gloves and was prying the detritus from its place.

After nearly a minute’s work, the area was cleared, revealing a small man huddled in the corner. Hair and clothes singed, skin black with soot, but very much alive and well, he looked up at Legend with tears in his eyes. The hero wasted no time in picking up the man and rushing out of the building. In the relative safety of the street, he put him down.

“Is there anyone else in there?”

The man shook his head

“Are you hurt?

He shook his head again.

“Good,” Legend said while pointing in the direction of the portal Four opened. “Run until you see a glowing circle on the ground. Step in it and it’ll take you to safety.”

The man hesitated, clearly still in shock. “Go!” Legend shouted, jabbing his finger back to the portal. “Now!”

He looked after the man a moment, watching him run to safety. Coughing from all the smoke, he turned back to the tavern. The fire seemed to have reached the drinks, because it promptly exploded. Here we go again, he thought to himself as he turned and ran into the next building.

…

Twilight dashed down a side street. He had recognized the scent of children and followed it. Blazing buildings seemed to crowd around him on all sides, but he ran on. The shackle set above his front paw was heavy, but he never had the heart to take it off. Every so often, a beam or sign would fall just overhead. Twilight would bark and Wind, riding on his back, would activate the Phantom Sword and freeze time just long enough to get past the hazard before it crushed them.

An upcoming road led out to the side, the scent wafting from there. Twilight took the tight corner, nearly unseating Wind. “Watch it!” the youngest hero grunted. Twilight growled back, as if saying hey, I’m trying here.

There at the end of the road was the house they were looking for. Reaching the door, Wind hopped to his feet and the wolf became Hylian again. Wind inspected the house. It didn’t seem to be too damaged yet. He looked over to his partner. “Twi, you sure this is the one?”

“Positive.”

“Alrighty. Let’s go.”

Naturally, the door was jammed. Not bothering to find some fancy solution, Twilight kicked hard. The door blew off its hinges. He ran in, Wind on his heels. The former had put away his weapons, afraid they would scare the children. The latter kept his out. His sword had a valuable power, and a shield might be helpful in a burning building with falling debris. They took a quick look at the main room.

The furniture was already scorched, leaving husks of a dining room set, sofa, cushioned rocking chair, child’s rocking horse, cabinets, and other amenities. Fine china lay shattered below what used to be their cabinet. The house’s owners were clearly rather wealthy. There was no sign of the children Twilight smelled. Several doors led out into other rooms. Twilight started for one of them. “Split up,” he said. “Take that side.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Wind replied, heading for another door.

Twilight shook his head. He hated being considered a leader, but he supposed it came naturally to him. Maybe it came from growing up around younger children, or being born with the Triforce of Courage… he neither knew nor cared. He hurried to the door he chose. This one was not jammed.

He shoved the door open, finding stairs that led up into a hallway. The smoke was even heavier here. Seven doors lay ahead: three on either side, one at the end. There’s not enough time for this, he thought. For a moment, he transformed to use his heightened wolf senses. All the doors had traces of the children’s scent. After changing back, he called out “Hey! I’m—cough—here to save you! Come on out!”

There was no reply. “Damn,” he cursed to himself. Look’s like we’re doing this the hard way. He picked a door and opened it. The room was a mess. The walls were covered in soot, the closed windows bottling up the smoke. A bed was smoldering in a corner, and a chest of drawers in another. No one was inside.

Twilight checked the next door. This room was more damaged than the other, bits of ceiling falling to the floor. Active flames licked the blackened walls. Whatever furniture was there was unrecognizable. Still, no one was inside. The next four rooms bore similar results.

When he finally got to the seventh door, he found it was sealed shut. He kicked the door, but it didn’t work this time. He drew his shield, backed up, charged forward, and full-on tackled the door. It splintered and flew off its hinges into the room. Twilight noticed a new sour smell mingling with the children’s. His eyes swept the room, and his stomach lurched.

The children were dead. The fire took them hours ago, by the looks of them. They were huddled together. What appeared to be three boys and a girl sat in a corner, burnt and deformed. An image of Talo, Malo, Beth, and Colin flashed in Twilight’s mind. Now realizing the source of the sour scent, he winced and threw up a little in his mouth. Was it the smoke or emotions that made him blink away tears as he turned from the horror? He didn’t have the time to decide.

…

Meanwhile, Wind was having his own problems. The side of the house he chose was far more damaged than his partner’s. Beams, floorboards from upstairs, and light fixtures kept falling around him. His decision to keep his weapons equipped was a smart one. “Hey!” he shouted. “Is there—hrrk” he grunted as his shield blocked a chuck of wood from dropping on his head. “Is there anybody in here?!”

He had called this out repeatedly for several minutes as he wove his way through the high-ceilinged rooms. He had yet to get a reply. The intense heat and effort of defending himself were starting to really tire him out. Unfortunately, his sword’s time-stop was just as tiring to use as manually preventing being squashed like a bug. He silently wished he still had Ciela to help him.

Wind spotted the last room he hadn’t entered. He tried the handle, but it was jammed and burning hot. Mirroring Twilight, he kicked at the door. He yelped in pain from the door not opening. Guess I’m not as strong as him… he thought. He looked closer at the door. Oh. It opens this way. Silly.

He reached in his pouch and brought out his grappling hook. With the claw latched onto the doorknob, he yanked on the rope and the door burst open. The sudden lack of resistance caused him to fall backward onto the floor. Shaking his head to clear it, he spotted another falling lamp about to crush him. With a roll to the side, he just barely cleared it. “When Time says it’s gonna be a long day,” he muttered, “it’s gonna be a long day.”

Remembering the door was now open, Wind hurried to his feet and went through it. He took in the sight. He had really hoped there was someone to save in there. Anything to make all the effort worth it. Lo and behold, there was nothing in this small closet but a few musty coats and boots. “You have got to kidding me,” he groaned.

Disappointed and tired, he ran out of the house and back onto the narrow road. Twilight emerged from the flaming wreck a few seconds later. He looked thoroughly disturbed. “No survivors,” he said just loud enough for Wind to hear over the din. “You?”

“Na-da.”

“Well, that was much ado about nothing.”

Wind pointed to another nearby house intact enough that there might be survivors. “Let’s try there.”

Twilight nodded and the two broke into a run to the house.

“Twi?”

“Yeah?”

“What started this fire?”

“That’s a very good question. It’s been eating at me. We can’t worry about that now, though,” Twilight said as they reached the door. “Ready up, we’re going in.”

…

“You’re good at setting fires, right?” Warrior asked while running between buildings.

“Yep,” Wild answered, side by side with his partner.

“How do you put them out?”

“I don’t.”

“I see.”

“Besides, you said yourself that we’re trying to save the people, not the buildings.”

“Fair point,” Warrior admitted. “How many people have we saved?”

“You know my memory’s a joke,” Wild shot back. He paused. “…maybe a dozen?”

“For a settlement this size and us being here for what, an hour? You’d think we would have more.”

“We still have the others doing their bit, but this seems futile. For every building we search, three more just collapse.”

Warrior frowned. “That does seem to be a problem.”

“How did this thing start, anyway? Village-destroying fires don’t just pop out of nowhere.”

“You’re thinking arson?” Warrior said with some incredulity.

“Maybe,” Wild said. “Think. From what I’ve been able to tell, the entire area is equally damaged; it’s all been burning the same amount of time.”

“So?”

“There’s no epicenter. If it was an accident, one point would be the most damaged. There’s got to be a reason why. I suspect foul play.”

“Good point. How could someone ignite the whole village at once, though?”

“I’m thinking it’s more of a “something” than a “someone.”

Warrior was silent a moment. “A monster?”

“Has to be, or at least some evil force.”

“Arson usually isn’t up there on a monster’s list of go-to ways to terrorize people. Maybe a wizzrobe…”

“A wizzrobe would have been laughing and dancing around waiting to be killed,” Wild pointed out.

“Right.”

“Don’t forget there’s something seriously wrong with this place. We couldn’t see it at first. It’s not even on my map.”

“So, we don’t rule anything out.”

“Exactly.”

The two Links stayed silent for a while, rushing into another semi-intact building and finding no one to save. Any villagers able to run away had clearly done so already. This was all very disheartening.

“I’m getting a really bad feeling about this place,” Wild said finally.

“Me too, and if I know our companions,” Warrior replied, “we all are.”

…

Four heard hacking behind him. He stopped running and turned around. Sky had his hands on his knees, coughing madly. Nearly two hours in, the smoke was taking its toll on him. Four ran back and put his hand on his partner’s back. “You okay?”

“Sure, when—cough—we get out of—cough—here!”

“I’m not sure that will be much longer,” Four said, looking up at their surroundings. “Look.”

Sky followed his gaze. Most of the buildings around them had already collapsed into their own flames. They were running out of places to look for survivors. All this might be over very soon. He would be glad to be rid of the place, but the number of people they’d saved was disturbingly low.

They still hadn’t gotten the chance to think about what to do once that happened. Where would all the people go? Follow the Links as refugees to the next village? Protecting dozens of weak villagers in a possibly monster-infested forest wasn’t going to be easy. Going back through the cave was impossible, so they would have to go forward or not go at all.

When Sky’s coughs let up, Four helped him back up to a standing position. “You don’t look so good,” he observed.

“Sorry,” Sky replied. “I’m ju—cough—just used to really clean air. I’ll be fine. We have a job to do.”

“That we do,” Four affirmed, jerking his head in the direction of what looked like a sort of schoolhouse. “Let’s try this one.”

Sky pulled the sail his Zelda gave him up over his nose and took point. The front door was left ajar, so they wasted no time getting inside. They were standing in a hallway with two doors on the left and two on the right. The entire place looked about to collapse. Sky and Four looked at each other, nodded, and parted ways.

Four entered the first room on the right. Overturned desks littered the floor. Glass shards and burnt quills indicated where inkwells had fallen and shattered. The bookcases lining the walls were already burnt to a crisp; the books were perfect kindling. Four coughed and wiped his sweating brow. “Hello?!” he called. “Anyone here?!”

Silence. Four shook his head and went back to the hall. He ran over to the next door on his side. The same scene as before played out. He exited the room to check on Sky. Just as he got to the room Sky had entered, the roof above the door collapsed in flames. The door was blocked. “Sky!” Four yelled. “Are you okay?!”

The shortest hero waited a moment, but no reply came. He tried again, panic creeping into his voice. “Sky! Hey! You okay?!” Again, no response. Four nervously ran his hands through his hair, knocking his hood back. “Oh no, no no no no no. Sky, come on, talk to me!”

Four remembered the second door on this side of the hall. Before relief could kick in, this door collapsed as well. Desperate, he drew his Gust Jar from his pouch and tried to blow out the flames on the wood blocking the doors. The moment they were extinguished, they came back stronger. It was the first time he considered that this fire was unnatural. The structure seemed on the cusp of utter destruction. There was nothing he could do for his partner.

He ran outside the schoolhouse, eyes wildly darting around for any of his companions. The smoke was so heavy now that he could barely see in front of him. Now he was really panicking. “Anybody!” he called as loud as he could. “Somebody, help!”

The smoke was filling his lungs and he began to cough heavily. “Please, help! Any—cough—anyone!”

No one called back. No one came dashing out of the smoke. No one was going to help. Four had to decide whether to stay by the schoolhouse or run for help. He was afraid it might go down, but he also feared that he wouldn’t be able to find anyone or even find his way back. His friend was in there, but he was helpless to save him. He just stood there in manic indecision. Oh Goddesses, what can I do?

…

As Sky left Four’s side, he burst through the door he chose. A thoroughly destroyed classroom stared him in the face. He didn’t know it, but it was almost identical to the one Four was currently in. He noticed another closed door on the far side of the room. Probably some sort of closet, he thought. May as well.

Still covering his nose and mouth with his sail, he jogged to the door and tried to open it. Of course it’s jammed, he thought. He drew his sword and backed up just far enough that its point would fit in the doorframe, but not any farther. In four deft swipes, the Master Sword sliced through the frame. The door, now cut free, fell forward with a clatter.

A little girl was curled in the fetal position against the wall. Sky rushed forward and knelt in front of her. He lowered the sail. “Hey there,” he said in a soothing tone. “My name is Link, and I’m going to get you out of here.”

The girl looked up at him. Her wide, teary eyes were filled with fear and shock. She was completely silent. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have any burns on her. Sky sighed in relief. As much as he wanted to make all this effort worth it, he hated knowing she had trapped here for Hylia knows how long.

“What’s your name?” Sky asked gently.

Her answer came as a choked whisper: “Mira.”

“Okay, Mira. Can you stand?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

The girl pushed herself to a stand. She was so young she was barely half his height. Sky sheathed his sword, unhooked the sail from around his neck, and held it out to her. “Hold this up to your face; it’ll keep the smoke out. Stay close to me, understand?”

She nodded again.

“Good. Let’s get you to safety.”

He held out his hand. She took it. They left the closet and started for the door. They were almost there when the ceiling above it came crashing down. Mira shrieked. Sky’s mind raced. How would they get out of here now? “Four!” he called out, hoping beyond hope his partner heard him. “Four, are you there?!”

Sky was certain Four didn’t hear him. The fire was almost deafening. Time for Plan B, he decided. He let go of Mira’s hand, took out the Gust Bellows, and blew. The fires came back the moment they went out. Damn it, he cursed to himself to spare the little girl hearing.

He took another look around the room. He spotted a door that likely led into the neighboring room. It was completely consumed in flames. He wisely decided that wouldn’t work. The walls were all aflame, so even if he could cut through them, it would be suicide to jump through.

Jump through? An idea struck him like a lightning bolt. He gave the room another glance. A soot-stained window was set in one wall slightly above his eye level. He grimaced. “That’ll have to do.”

The hero turned back to Mira. Her features hidden by his sail, she was staring at him with terror in her eyes. Flames licked at the floorboards near her bare feet. A pang of guilt hit Sky. He hadn’t done a very good job rescuing her so far. That would change. Hopefully. He went to her and scooped her up in his arms.

“Mira,” Sky whispered in her ear. He stifled a cough. “I need you to hold on tight, now. Okay?”

Sky felt her head nod against his chest. He sprinted at full speed at the window, pivoted, and leaped back-first at the window. He felt the glass shatter against him as he fell. The ground came up sooner than expected. It knocked the wind out of Sky’s lungs. His everything ached.

He gently moved Mira off him. She seemed unhurt, still clutching his sail. All things considered, that was a miracle. It took everything he had to bring himself up to a stand. He was dizzy and was confused by the voice he heard getting nearer him. His head cleared, and he saw Four running at him.

“Sky!” Four exclaimed. “You’re alive!”

“Yeah, are you o—oof!"

Sky was cut off by Four practically tackling him into a hug. “Oh, thank the Goddesses, Four cried, releasing Sky. “I didn’t find anything on my side, so I went to find you. Then the ceiling collapsed, and I couldn’t get to you and—”

“Hey,” Sky interrupted, putting a hand on his rambling friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, we’re fine.”

He gestured toward Mira, standing where they fell. Her eyes darted between the two of them. It was as if she knew their relation. Sky began, “This, my friend, is Mira. She was stuck in a closet on my side. I got her out safe. Can’t say the same for—cough—myself, though.”

Sky now noticed that the entire village was just about ready to come down. Luckily the now incinerating schoolhouse was near the edge of the settlement. “I don’t think there’s anyone left to save,” he said with new severity. “Let’s go back to the portal and find the others.”

Four nodded. Sky went to Mira and picked her up again. The two heroes ran clear of the village and into the field. The portal was dead ahead of them. For whatever reason, none of the survivors had gone through it. Independently deciding that wasn’t important for now, the Links approached them.

One of the men noticed them and shouted out, “Mira!”

“Daddy!” she called back. Her voice was still hoarse.

Sky set Mira down and she ran to her father. They embraced, sobbing into each other’s shoulders. It was a beautiful sight, as if the Goddesses were shining their divine light on them.

Sky nudged Four. “See that?” he said. “That’s what we’re doing all this for. All our pain, all our suffering, it’s all for them. We’d better not forget that next time a map shorts out or something silly like that.”

Four did indeed see that. It was wonderful. He was about to reply when the other Links started emerging out of the fire themselves. Legend came first. He was running so fast he nearly faceplanted when he stopped. Next up came Twilight and Wind, then Warrior and Wild.

They all looked around and spotted each other. Beaming, they ran to each other and hugged. After that ordeal, seeing each other’s sooty faces was the best sight they could think of. They began to tell each other tales of their separate adventures when Twilight noticed something.

“Wait, wait. Where are Time and Hyrule?”

As if on cue, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. It came from the direction of the village. They whipped around and tried to see its source. They saw nothing but a wall of flames. “What the hell was that?!” Legend exclaimed.

Twilight had had enough death and misery today. Still, he had to admit, “something tells me we’re going to find out very soon.”

…

More than two hours had passed since the Links entered the village. The smoke and heat had only gotten worse. Time wished he had held onto the tunic Darunia’s son had given to him. If it could resist the heat of an active volcano, it surely would have helped here. He considered using Darmani’s mask, but dismissed the thought immediately. No, not if I absolutely need to. I can take this.

Hyrule had so such thoughts. He was just hot and sweaty and took that at face value. Had he asked Time, they would have agreed that this was taking too long. Many of the villagers had clearly fled the moment they saw the fire, yet somehow there were stragglers trapped behind flames and sealed doors.

This whole scenario troubled Time. His mind was filled with questions he had no answers to. Why is this village hidden? Why isn’t it on Wild’s map? Why is it on fire? Who started the fire? Where are they? Why did no one stop to help their trapped fellows? Why is it only us trying to save people? What in the Golden Goddesses’ names is going on here?

“Time?” Hyrule snapped Time out of his thoughts.

The two of them were standing in a square of sorts. At first glance, it looked like they were enclosed by a towering wall of fire. Truly, those were just the houses on the edge of the square. Hyrule was looking around them, taking in the rampant destruction. He turned to Time. Hopelessness played across his face. His arms hung limply at his sides. “Time? Where do we go now?”

Time recognized that expression. It mirrored his own throughout his adventures. His friends, his home, his everything had been taken away from him at one point or another. Malon had been that one beacon of light in a world of darkness Ganondorf didn’t even try to create. He couldn’t look Hyrule in the eye.

“I… I don’t know. I don’t think we can do any more good here.”

Hyrule had never seen Time look so defeated. “Yeah,” he sighed.

“Let’s rendezvous with the others. We’ve done all we can.”

The heroes, eyes stinging and throats sore from the smoke, turned to leave the way they came. Fire had sprung up that road as well. They were trapped. “No,” Hyrule breathed, “we can’t die here. Not after all of this. We still have a job to do.”

“You’re right.”

The resignation in Time’s voice made Hyrule turn to face him. The oldest of the nine was expressionless as he rummaged in his pouch. He withdrew his hand holding a mask. To Hyrule, it looked like how the others had described Gorons. They were about to die, and this was Time’s plan?

“What good will playing dress-up do for us?!” Hyrule’s voice cracked as he shouted.

Time had wanted anything but this. This was where he betrayed his friends’ trust, where his lies and half-truths fell apart. There was no other way. He couldn’t bear to look at his friend as he said, “I’m sorry.”

Hyrule didn’t a chance to ask what for before Time put on this cursed mask. It seemed to close in on him, latching to his flesh. He writhed in pain, trying his best not to cry out. Even so, it was too much. A guttural, tortured scream pierced the smoke-filled air. It was laced with hopelessness, regret, guilt, and unfathomable agony. Hyrule had never heard anything so awful in his entire life.

A blinding light shone, stunning Hyrule. When his vision cleared, a Goron towered over him. A jagged scar ran down his closed right eye. Hyrule barely managed to stammer “T—Time?” before being swept off his feet.

This shade of a great Goron hero brought Hyrule in close to his chest. Hyrule struggled to break free, but the grip was hard as rock. The Goron rolled itself into a jagged boulder covered in massive, razor-sharp spines. Protecting Hyrule, it rolled across the square, building speed. It showed no sign of slowing as it neared the flames. With a deafening crash, it broke its way through rows and rows buildings.

Free of the inferno, the boulder stopped on the tall grass. It unrolled and Hyrule fell to the ground. He was shaken but intact. The Goron stood up and the blinding light shone again. When it faded, the Hero of Time was left in its place.

He opened his eye to see his eight companions staring at him. The villagers they had saved stood behind them. Betrayal, fear, shock, and awe played across the Links’ features. Before Time could even begin to comprehend the sight, the world went dark.

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HEARTBREAK HOTEL

Pairing: Bucky x Reader / Steve x Reader

Description: Set in post-civil-war. The Avengers have been back together for a while now, you return to the compound after Tony asks for your help on a mission. After months of being MIA, you haven’t seen your team in a while and two certain super soldiers are who you’re dreading to see most.

Prompt: “After everything I’ve done for you!” / “That I didn’t ask for!”

Word count: 4,979 (omg)

Warning: ANGST ANGST ANGST™️, all my fics are intended for 18+ readers

A/N: Firstly, Whew! This was the first ever angsty fic AND I've ever written and damn if I didn’t cry a bit. I kinda like how it went so...I may make this a mini-series? Let me know what you guys think and I’ll get to it. Secondly, I such at summaries so I’m v sorry lol.

This is for @moonbeambucky’s 5k writing challenge!! The prompt is above :) again, congrats on your milestone Tara, darling ❤️ and thank you for letting me participate, it was super fun to explore the angsty side of fanfiction with that lil prompt :))) I know it’s from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend which is a comedy show but, I felt like writing something a little dark and sad hehe, hope you don’t mind + i hope you enjoy it ✨

Also a side note - I got my info about Aleksander Lukin from here if anyone’s wondering.

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Song(s): Rebekah - Jack Vallier for Bucky x Reader / Girlfriends - The Academic for Steve x Reader

Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as you were driven onwards. The skies are overhung with a blanket of grey, so much so that you can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds. Despite car rides feeling tedious, the rain is commonly calming - you watch raindrops race down to the windows. The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, but right now you’d rather be outside in those puddles than stuck in this car.

It was almost midnight, Tony had called you 5 hours ago, pleading. His voice unusually tired - worn, even. As if he’d been yelling for hours. The team needed your help for a mission and you went despite the circumstances - greater good and everything. Your eyes closed over.

“Honey, come on...it’s - we can’t do this without you” Tony was using his soft voice. Tony never used his soft voice unless it was serious. You heard the helpless plea behind his voice and you faltered.

“Is he there?”

“Who?”

“You know who Tony” you clipped, impatient. You knew he would be, but you needed to hear it. This was pathetic and your heart sped.

“He is...but we can arrange-“

You cut him off. “No. Send a car for me, I’ll be there.” And with that, you cut the line off.

The car came to a sudden stop and your eyes fluttered open. “Is here ok, Miss?” The driver asked.

“Here’s fine, thank you” normally, you’d accompany your gratitude with a smile. But, not tonight.

It was still raining as you stepped out of the car. You didn’t want to move, despite the feeling the rain soak your hair, clothes, shoes. The sunset was long gone, leaving only a starless sky. Puffs of grey cloud had swooped into the air like an armed patrol and had surrounded the moon from all sides. There was nothing more that it could do but sit and wait for itself to be completely engulfed by its attackers, you couldn’t help but relate to that. The compound loomed before you and you wondered what level of hell you were in.

“Kid! What the hell? Are you trying to get sick?”

Tony appeared in front of you, snapping you out of whatever daydream you were in. His arms encircled you and you found the strength to hug him back.

“Cmon, let's get inside before we both freeze,” he says, all gentle as he guides you to the hall. He has both his hands on your shoulder, watching you with carefully. His face flickered with something joyless. “Teams missed you, honey.”

A soft, pained smile took over your features and you squeezed Tony’s hand despite yourself “I’ve missed them too,”

That unspoken question lingered in the air ‘Why won’t you come back?’ ‘What can I do to make it better?’. You hadn’t seen most of them in months, except Natasha and Wanda. They were your girls. They weren’t simply good friends, they have become part of your soul. When life became a storm they were the boat that kept the briny water from entering your lungs. They were love when you needed it and you thanked them with all that you were. Yet the storm wasn’t over; the winds raged, seeking to crush what was left of you.

You cleared your throat. “Let’s not keep them waiting then,” you said, uncharacteristically cheery. Tony saw through it but he said nothing.

You began walking, eyes flickering from wall to wall. This compound that was once your home felt like nothing but a stranger to you. You felt tears prick at your eyes and you blamed them on the vases of blossoms which gave off a cloying scent that made your eyes itch. Denial is a great thing.

“Ladies first,” Tony said as the elevator doors opened. You stepped inside despite your body screaming for you to flee. Tony grabbed your hand, you hadn’t realised you were trembling so much. You looked at him in silent gratitude as he drew small circles against your wrist, calming you as each second passed. The tough girl act never did convince him.

It was shortly after the battle between Cap and Tony. You were certain Stark would never forgive you for siding with Steve. Yet, you were surprised to find out how he’s done everything he could to keep you off the files, keep you off Ross’ radar. Nobody would ever know you were part of the whole thing. For all they knew, you had been helping Pepper with overseas business in Australia, oblivious to the circumstances back home.

Your heart swelled when you found out. Tony was like a father to you, always had been. That’s why it broke your heart to fight against him. He knew it was for love, so he forgave you for your blatant naivety. His little girl, “Always so easily fooled,” He had told you as you stood at his doorstep, eyes brimming with tears as you told him everything, told him how he was insufferably right from the beginning.

“You want me to kick his ass?”

You shook your head, “I just wanna come home”

He took you in as if you’d never left.

The elevator doors opened and you stepped into the conference room, eyes downcast - too afraid to see your friends. You could feel every pair of eyes watching you, glued to you. Your eyes shot up and your gaze instantly connected with the man sitting at the head of the table, all beautiful and strong like he’d always been. His eyes were the ocean, so full of life yet so uncertain. You remembered how his blue-green hue carried his emotional currents, before you could breathe you would always drown. Except this time they were blank, the warmth they once radiated replaced with betrayal and hurt - your heart clenched. Oh, Stevie. God, you wondered if he’d ever forgive you for disappearing like that.

You wanted nothing more than to run to him, have him scream bloody murder at you as you wrap your arms around him - pouring out those words that perpetually lingered in your mind, forever unsaid: “It's been forever and many days since we last spoke; I'm sorry. In this time we have become new people, yet at our core we are truly the same. In all honesty, I need the asylum version of friendship more than I need air, water or food. I need to be sheltered and nurtured until my shattered soul has repaired enough to function and give love into the world. I love you either way, yet I am asking with my heart in your hands, if you will be the harbour in this storm that has come to my shores.”

He looked away from you, jaw clenched. The room was unbearably quiet and you dared not look towards the icy blue gaze which pinned you down, his features working with a dilemma of his own.

You realised the room only had half the team. Nat, Wanda, Sam and Clint were missing. That left the room with Steve, Tony, Vision...and Bucky. Tony must’ve sensed your confusion because he filled you in seconds later, “We sent a team out to check a HYDRA base in Rio. They’ll be back tomorrow morning”. Great. Just your luck. You had hoped at least Sam would be around. Sam was the perfect friend and he would at least be able to distract you.

You nodded and took your usual seat near Steve. You could see him tense, clearly uncertain about your proximity.

“It’s nice to have you back,” says Vision from across the table and you smile at him warmly in thanks. Bucky was beside him and you could feel his gaze on you- you could feel it from the moment you stepped in the room and how it hasn’t left you since. You didn’t look at him. Fucking hell, the room couldn’t feel tenser if it tried.

Tony clapped loudly to get everyone’s attention “Alright kids, here’s the deal”, he begins, a small remote in his hand as the projector flicks to an image of a man in his middle 40s. You hear an intake of breath from Steve and Bucky’s metal arm shift in what you could only guess was surprise and discomfort. “Cap and Tinman should be pretty familiar with this guy,” Tony says. You studied the screen - he was attractive for his age, to say the least. Salt and pepper hair, dark blue eyes and olive skin now slightly wrinkled with old age.

“Aleksander Lukin, owner of Kronas Corporation, born in the Soviet village of Kronas some time in the 1930’s” Tony continues and you frown.

“1930s?” You asked, “Wouldn’t that make him-“

“89? Yeah, it would. We can only guess his slow ageing is a product of HYDRA’s serum experimentation. Lukin's village was used by the Red Skull as a base of operations during the Second World War. Soviet troops attempted to retake the town, Rodgers assisted them but Lukin's mother was killed in the course of battle.”

Tony flicks to the next image “Vasily Karpov, took Lukin under his wing. We sent Romanoff out to Russia to investigate further after Karpov was killed. Turns out Lukin was left in custody of a large cache of special projects developed over the decades, including the Winter Soldier.” You saw Bucky clench his jaw from the side of your eye. Your instincts wanted nothing more than to reach over and comfort him, but you remained still.

“He sold some of these devices to the highest bidders to raise funds. Some of those weapons went to A.I.M, which was taken town 3 years ago, courtesy of yours truly. Lukin has been under the radar until a few days ago when we got some intel that he’d got his hands on the reality-altering cosmic cube.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y take the wheel,” Tony said, and the projection of the cube appeared. It was small and somehow looked like it was made of glass and marble.

F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice took over the room. “The Cosmic Cube is thought to originate from space. It seems that it is a living being in embryonic form. It contains its own consciousness, seemingly patterning after the consciousness of an unknown being.“

“Thank you darling” Tony tells F.R.I.D.A.Y as he points at the projection “That’s what we’re looking for”

“The entire time we knew the Red Skull all he wanted with that cube was to rule the world. Wouldn’t put it past Lukin to want the same” You heard Steve say - he was using his serious ‘Captain America’ voice “It is absolutely imperative we get it off him” he finishes and your eyes lift to Tony.

“What’s the plan?”

“You are,” He said and you lifted a brow. “Luckily for us, Lukin has a soft spot for gorgeous women. It’s absolutely essential you distract him by whatever means necessary,”

You pursed your lips “Why didn’t you get Natasha to do this?”

“Natasha’s high profile, ever since the whole Accords thing, everyone knows her face.”

You nodded and Tony continued. “This is a highly sensitive undercover mission. We got some information a few days ago about a gala being held in honour of Lukin, to celebrate the firms ‘biggest milestone yet’. We can only guess they mean the Cube.”

Tony turns, flickering the screen once more as an aerial view of an incredible large castle comes into frame “Gala’s being held at one of Lukin’s residences. I had F.R.I.D.A.Y do a scan of the building and turns out there’s an underground facility. Heavily guarded, heavily supervised.”

Tony throws Lukin’s mission file at you “Learn that like your life depends on it. We can’t have any slip ups” you nodded, slightly offended. You were one of the best master spies in the game. You and Nat were absolutely unstoppable together. There was nothing you weren’t good at; martial arts, acrobatics, expert marksman, hacker, interrogator, pilot - were all in your resume. Nick Fury wouldn’t just hire an idiot.

“I assume this isn’t a one-woman mission?”

“No. We wouldn’t just send you there alone,” Steve said.

Tony’s lips pursed “Tinman and Steve will accompany you to the gala” Fuck, you cursed inwardly. Nothing could be worse than that information. “Nat and I will be on coms back at the Quinjet in case you need backup.”

Tony waved his band at you and Bucky “I know things haven’t been peachy between the two of you but it’s important you don’t let emotions get mixed up in this. So, sort it out soon so you don’t fuck up the mission.” You bit the inside of your cheek in anxiety, feeling Bucky’s eyes on you as you stared into the distance, sparing neither of them a glance. Steve twitched in his chair, and you wish he’d reach out and touch you - ease your distress and tell you everything would be ok because he’d be right here. Like he used to. But he remained still, not like you deserved it anyway. You knew this moment was coming but, you had hoped with every ounce of your being that it wouldn’t. Fun fact, kids: deflecting does nothing but postpone the inevitable.

“Alright. Class dismissed” Tony said and with that, you grabbed your file, shot up from the chair and left the conference room faster than lightning.

This is how it goes: everyone’s got a bone to pick. You had one to pick with yourself when you decided to fall for James Barnes. Falling was definitely the easy part. Yes, it was like bliss - sometimes, you wanted to reach up and grab onto something to stop yourself from plummeting but, you grasped thinning oxygen instead. Now you’re left here, half dead. When it is your love that kills you, no destruction is more laughably ironic than that of the self.

You remember the moment he broke you - your skin lit with righteous fury and you wondered if this was your punishment for loving someone more broken than you were. You remember how you used to lie beneath him in bed, or how he’d simply look at you from across the room - those icy blue eyes full of tenderness yet so void. You knew he’d break you, yet you loved him anyway. Your mother always told you how you could never love someone unless you love yourself first. Total bullshit. You’ve never loved yourself, not really - but him? Jesus, you loved him so much you forgot what hating yourself felt like.

It was almost 2am now as you stood outside the compound’s balcony. The rain had stopped and left wet puddles along the glass floor - you were barefoot and a cigarette was lit between your lips. You tilt your head, gazing upward, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day, not looking at one star, yet somehow seeing them all at once.

“Doll?” You hear from behind you. You didn’t jump at the intrusion in your quietness because it was expected. You said nothing, your back was turned to him and you continued to stare into the abyss of the dark landscape beyond the compound. The sound of his boots was accompanied by tiny splashes of rain puddles as he made his way towards you.

“Look at me,” he said - Bucky’s voice was rough yet velvety at the same time - you wondered how someone could sound like they could kill you and offer your body the most gentle touch at the same time. Your head involuntarily moved, your eyes meeting his after many months and you blinked. Even in the darkness, his eyes were seriously blue. Almost sickeningly blue - full-on Prince Charming, field of cornflower, perfect, cloudless sky blue. Someone should name a crayon after the guy.

You blew smoke out of your lips, lifting a brow in question mostly because you had no words to say.

There was a half-empty ache in your soul as Bucky watched you, his mouth dry as he watched you move. He wondered what it would be like to kiss you again, your blossom-soft lips sweet on his, always glistening with madness and love-sick desire. The memory was almost enough to make him smile. He knew you only smoked when you were anxious, stressed, unsure of what to do with yourself. He’d always find you right here, looking at nothing as you contemplated everything. He missed that, just finding you in places even when he wasn’t looking. Bucky reaches over and tenderly plucks the cigarette from between your lips, crushing it with his foot. You looked at him with cheeks stained with tears you didn’t even realise were there. His heart breaks a little and he can’t help but think he’s too late and you’ve lost your way and all that remains is you and him and this hopeless tragedy all lovers leave behind.

“Sweetheart I...” he began, his hand reaching for your face as if touching you could wipe away all the pain and make it all okay again. It probably could, your mind said and you hated yourself for that.

You flinched away from him as if he were hot scorching fire and he dropped his hand “No Bucky. Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat. You were angry. Angry because being angry was better than tears, grief or guilt. You gripped the balcony railing tightly with one hand despite the fact that your palm was sore and burned. Your nails dug deep into your other hand, almost enough to draw blood. A tear rolled onto your cheek, but you didn't care; you had to stay focused. “I don’t think we have anything to say to each other”

“Really? Cause the way you’re acting right now tells me somethin’ else doll,” he stepped closer to you “We need to talk it out.”

“The way I’m acting?” You scoffed “What exactly were you expecting? Did you want me to throw myself in your arms, kiss like you never did a thing?” you closed the space between you and looked at him like he was venom “I don’t know about you baby,” the last word came out like poison and Bucky’s jaw clenched “but I don’t think I can ever do that again”

No, you certainly couldn’t. You convinced yourself you couldn’t -, especially after everything.

It hit your hard when he did it. His words like nails and hammers breaking your heart apart. You had been on the run with him, Sam and Steve for months. The first day didn't even feel real. A nightmare come true, maybe. You found yourself waiting to wake up. But that never happened. You cried and cried to Sam, told him you needed to go home and he helped you readily. Your Sammy, he was always so sweet, a big joker who did everything for you without question. He got you to the airport, saying nothing to Steve and Bucky. He protested at first, uncomfortable with the idea but you knew Steve would try to convince you to stay, make things work. He’d probably be able to - you always did have a soft spot for those baby blues.

When you arrived at Tony’s doorstep, he was there for you but you never felt so alone. Completely, utterly alone, without him to comfort you. A million questions rushed to your head: “Who will wipe away my tears now? Who will hold my hand? Who will surprise me with hugs from behind? Who will tell me they love me and call me beautiful?” Not him. Not anyone anymore. You now lacked that someone who had been with me for over a year. That same someone who promised you a forever only to leave when things became too hard. And now he’s gone. Gone like the ink leaving pen. Soon enough he’ll forget about you.

You wanted to call him, ask him: “Did you cry at all? Did it hurt you at all... when you said you weren't happy anymore? When you said you didn't love me anymore? You let me buy you food. You let me drive you home. You let me love you that night. The night before it all. You kissed me that night. You told me you loved me that night. Did you lie? Or were your feelings able to fade so quickly? You're a coward. A coward that I should hate. I should hate you. I should be angry with you, but I can't. I'm worried for you... I wish the best for you. I just want you to have happiness again, even if that means I have to sacrifice my own. I would have done anything for you, you know? I loved you. I wanted to be the very best for you. I was the very best for you, but my best wasn't ever enough to satisfy you was it? Maybe that's what hurts the most.”

You clenched your jaw, your nails digging deeper into your palm as if to focus the pain elsewhere “Some days I can’t stop thinking about you, other days I wonder why I’m wasting my time”

Bucky sighed, his hands running over his face in exasperation “I didn’t ask you to throw yourself in like that. I didn’t want any of it. I didn’t fucking ask you for any of it”

You shook your head in utter disbelief and wondered if he was truly this oblivious “You don’t ask for love Bucky! What the fuck is wrong with you? It doesn’t work like that, it’s give and take with no questions asked. Even a bloody wall would know that”

“I wasn’t built like that and you know it”

You scoff, “you had a life before you became who you are now, surely you remember how it feels like to love and be loved”

His eyes darken “Sorry to disappoint you, sugar, but loves pretty alien to me. I never asked for any of yours”

Your eyes and tone turn bitter and sad: “I gave you all and you gave me shit!” He shrugged as if that meant nothing to him and your eyes sprouted tears which fled unchecked “After everything I’ve done for you!”

“That I didn’t ask for!” he shouts, wanting nothing more than to flee from this conversation. Ironic, since he started it.

Your voice was quiet next, controlled even - almost threatening “You’re a fucking idiot. You never could stand being blamed for something you’ve done wrong, could you?”

“I didn’t do shit.” He growled, “I told you the deal and you stayed with me anyway, your pain is your fucking problem,”

That was the breaking point of your patience. At that moment, you were blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. You reached out and punched him in the face. Your voice rose above the sacred silence as you spluttered words your own mind didn’t register. You went to attack him again but he held you down, pinning your arms behind your back, your face now dangerously close to his. When he looked down at you there was no trace of emotion, not in his eyes or in marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment you knew he was already far away. Once more you were the enemy. These swings from most loved to most hated would be the end of you. His temper had no greyscale, only the polar extremes existed. You drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear you down with.

His face brightened, just a tone lighter than your own crimson. “I didn’t ask for any of it” he spat. “I told you to stay, didn’t I? Do you not remember me asking you not to get involved?” his hands tightened over your wrists, hurting now but you didn’t show. You wanted him to hurt you, maybe it’d make you hate him better. “But no, you had to fucking follow me to Bucharest. Do you have any idea how exhausting it was to be with someone so fucking needy? No wonder I left you” ah, there it was. So much damage was done when Bucky argued. Every mean thing he'd thought but knew better than to say came flooding out. When he saw hurt in his opponent's eyes he never backed off, only dug deeper, like a hunter at the first sign of blood. Even if it was you.

“This right here, all these emotions? I can’t deal with you, I didn’t want any of this shit. You knew it was too much for me,” your eyes shifted to the side and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As you blinked, they dripped from your eyelids and slid down your cheeks. You bit your lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from your mouth and his heart sank. His eyes turned apologetic and his mouth began to form words you cut off as you ripped yourself from his grasp.

Your lower lip quivered and words slowly made their way out of your mouth. “You know what’s funny? I can’t even hate you right now. Not even a little bit and that fucking enrages me.” Your veins were full of ice-water now, yet they boiled fervently. You dashed inside, too quick for him to grab you - promising yourself to kill that part of you where he once belonged.

He knew he should’ve gone after you, say sorry and how he meant none of it. A part of you hoped he would. Instead, Bucky stood there silent and unmoving for what seemed like hours and finally, he understood why you liked looking into the darkness so much.

You stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled marble floor. Your mind was in shreds; you’d never get those words out of your mind.

Do you have any idea how exhausting it was to be with someone so fucking needy?

You turned the dial, new and metallic, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening your hair and trickling down your back. Your eyes fell closed over and over, each time showing you the words like photographs:

I can’t deal with you

I didn’t want any of this

Were you needy? Had you been too much? Sudden insecurity took over your body, reaching into to the depths of your mind to uncover every instance you showed him love and twisting it into something bad. He had asked you not to come, he had asked you to not get involved, stay behind and be with Pepper. He did. You should’ve listened. Maybe things would be better now if you had, maybe you’d still be together. But no, how could you have? You were a fool who loved him too much to let him do anything alone. You closed your eyes as if it hurt to look at things.

“Darlin?” you hear from the door, your eyes shooting open. It was Steve. You must’ve been quiet too long because he knocked again “Cmon I know you’re in there”

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves “Go away Steve, please” your throat felt tight and you surprised yourself with the calm, controlled coolness of your voice.

“I’m not leaving until you open up” You sighed in resignation, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. You wrapped a white towel around your form, not caring about that puddles of water your hair was leaving behind.

You swung the door open and Steve stood before you - all righteous and handsome like he’d always been. God, you missed his face; you missed him, every atom of you missed him. "Are you okay?" he asks the question smoothly, the baritone of his voice reverberating through your bones. The low rumble of his voice is comforting despite everything.

“I’m fine”

“You don’t look fine,” he said, eyes roaming over your mascara stained face.

“Then stop looking”

“Cmon darlin’ he didn’t mean any of that. He loves you, I know it - everyone knows it”

You shook your head, scoffing “You can’t actually believe that? Did you hear what he said to me? Did he tell you?”

Steve looked at you apologetically “I heard”. Your lip began to quiver uncontrollably and Steve pulled you close, gently rubbing your arm. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. You sink into the warmth of his chest, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow, your future within its walls seems a little less bleak.

“I’m sorry I left you,” you say, so quietly it was barely above a whisper. Steve pulled you closer, kissing the top of your forehead in what you assumed was forgiveness. “He doesn’t love me,” you said unconsciously, distractedly.

“Cmon sweetheart-“ he began but your head shook against his chest in defiance and he stopped speaking.

“I don’t think he knows how to love anything, Stevie,” you say and Steve’s jaw clenches. He pulls you closer and you wish you could melt into him. “Will you stay with me, please?” you ask and look up at him with eyes pleading; round with unspilled tears. I’m that moment he could’ve sworn there was nothing more lovely in the galaxy - angels would be fools not to damn themselves for you.

“Sure darlin’, anything,” he said without thinking and you slither your arms across his waist, pressing a small kiss on his chest.

“I really missed you, Stevie”

“Me too, doll” he replies, barely above a whisper.

You spent the rest of the night in Steve’s arms, warm and sweet and in this moment you felt like everything would be okay.

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chuuulip · 6 years ago

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Favorite Record

Chapter One

This is posted for Hannah’s @kentuckybarnes 3k Writing Challenge

I’m also taking the rockstar!au when Bucky is the hot and sexy bassist xD This is also gonna be my first time writing a series (it will be just short one thou) and if everyone is kind enough to give me a comment or feedback, I will really appreciate it. Shout out to the lovelies @bucky-at-bedtime for beta’ing this and @bybibucky for answering my questions hehe.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: I guess nothing?

Summary: You never fond of Natasha taste in music but you always giving it a try, but maybe you had enough.

‘sentence that bold and italic is in russian but i just wrote it in english, i know i am lazy’

***

The ride to the heart of New York City never bored you. You like to see the colorful lights, despite the busy traffic. "Relax, Malyshka, the concert we’re watching tonight isn't like the last one."

"Oh, you better choose a decent one, Sestra. I still love my auditory apparatus."

Natasha snorted at your response. "That was one time. You need to go out from your cave often Stark."

Natasha can help but chuckle when seeing your lips curve, pouting at her. "It's not my fault that I found your taste of music horrendous."

"That's what happens if you lock yourself in your room for too long. Ok, we arrived malyshka, come on, move your ass."

"Tasha, language!"

The car stops in front of a building that color look between yellow and cream. There are two prominent windows in an almost octagon shape decorating the wall. In the center there’s a long half-round window that ornates with asymmetrical crisscross metals, giving it an oldish look.

"What time do you need me to pick you up Ms. Stark and Ms. Romanoff?"

"Don't worry we can use an Uber, Happy. Natasha is here, so father won't mind."

"OK ladies, have fun on your Saturday night! Don't drink too much."

"Aye aye, Happy! Now let's get inside."

Natasha pulls you to the entrance. A tall man, with a white button up and a khaki pants is waiting outside. His light brown eyes and brown hair shine under the building lights. He gives you the pass for backstage entry. Both you and Natasha thank him and follow him inside.

"The others are getting ready right now so I suggest you and your friend wait till the show ends?”

"Don't worry Matt, we are here basically just to enjoy the show." You can help but rolling your eyes at Natasha’s bubble gum intonation. "I am just here for some moral support."

"Malyshka, behave."

Matt chuckles at the light-hearted banter. "You’ve brought someone interesting tonight Nat."

"Thank you, I’m flattered,” you smirk, and Matt is taken aback when you bow a bit at him.

"You are definitely fascinating," Matt says, blatantly smirking at you. "Have fun and enjoy the show! Meet you two at the after party." He suddenly disappears through the crowd, you assume he was probably the PR or the manager.

With Matt disappearing to the opposite side, Natasha leads you to the second floor. The view from this level quite giving you the full image of the interior. The building itself was quite spacious with a tall stage situated on the center at the far end, across the long half round window. Some instruments like drums and keyboard were already on stage. Black velvet fabric with a gold accent was draped on each side of the stage with a wide white glossy screen behind it. One by one, a group of people, women and men, ventured into the building, crowding the empty space in front of the stage. A group of young girls, probably in their late teens were chatting loudly nearby, gushing about how all the members in the group are super handsome and talented.

Not long after the building was full, the black and gold backdrops starting to descend, covering the front part of the stage. The loud cheers from the people downstairs start to echo, which follows by the crowd upstairs. You tap your heels enthusiastically, excited to see these musicians that occupied Natasha’s playlist all the time.

Natasha’s constant excitement and how she is always too engrossed when talking about the band had raised your suspicion that she might hook up with one of the members.

All the lights suddenly turn off, the disparate hue of the stage light illuminated the building.

"We are The Howling!" a tall broad man with a blonde hair and blue eyes were suddenly jump to the stage, yelling their band name. A loud 'yeah' was an echo in the building. The cyclorama with red, green and blue that mixed with several spotlights giving an unbelievable eye-catching look of the stage in general. It also brings the focus to all the members on stage, who are getting ready in their respective position while strumming their instruments.

"Are you ready to Howl?!”

You can't help but snort at that one.

"YEAH!!!" The crowd shamelessly scream as the vocalist warm up the concert.

With "One...two...one...two...three go!" The guitarist starts a simple rhythm of their first song. The drums and the bass begin to kick in while the keyboardist puts his hands up in a 'jump in' motion, waiting his turn. The music was loud but surprisingly not unpleasant. Most of the time, you have problems with Natasha’s taste in music but this seems to be one you can certainly tolerate.

The floodlights shower through the audience but it was suddenly off and the lighting mode switched to profile on one of the members at the right of the stage. The unmistakable bassist wearing a black shirt that had to be a couple of sizes too small for him with washed denim jeans. Brown hair styled in a lower bun with several whips of hair loose around his face. The thing that drew your attention to him most, was the hue of his 5-string electric bass.

The solo moment wasn't that long if you recall correctly. The bassist shamelessly shows off his ability with all his fingers between the frets. Digits dance between the strings, up and down the neck. His plucking produces a great and clean sound. He might be a little bit giddy when transposing the riff base, but in a whole it was excellent. His steady fingers and endurance might be the result of good exercise, either with his hands or other parts.

You have been captivated by the short funky flow of his solo and you can't help but wonder the rest of the band's song. Rock music wasn't so bad, in fact, you love alternative, but you never let Natasha know that.

The band 'Howling' play a total of 10 songs, with one new song that they introduced as the last track. The song will be their newest single that will be released next week when their North American tour starts kicking. Following the end of the show, all the band members thank the crowd for attending their limited gig.

***

"For The Howling, cheers!" The blonde vocalist and the rest of the members were celebrating with beers. Bottles clinking and cheering didn't stop within them. After the end of the show, Matt texted to invite you and Natasha to go backstage. "We are having a private after party in the bar just a block from here." which now is exactly where you and Natasha are, nursing a bottle of beer, although Natasha prefers something stronger.

Another blonde man with spiky hairstyle was getting closer to where you and Nat sat. "Nat. Sorry, we’re kind of full of ourselves." He chuckles at that, while Natasha displays that adorable pout of hers. 'Oh, he is the one that Natasha has been seeing' you realize.

"Malyshka, this is Clint Barton, Clint this is my precious baby sister." You can help but express disbelief at Natasha endearment. By far, Natasha just 2 years older than you but sometimes she acts like you are a 5-year-old kid, she likes to baby you.

"Hi Clint, nice to meet you." You shake Clint's hand and introduced yourself to him.

"I am the guitarist, but I bet you’ve seen that already."

You nodded at that, "speaking of which, you played a great melody on the show."

Clint beam at the comment. "Nah, I still need to improve my skills,” he said, "let me introduce you to the others."

Clint dragged you to the center of the bar and taps the other blonde on the group. "So this is Steve, our vocalist." a massive man with blue eyes and blonde hair, that you recognize from the stage, smiles warmly at you.

"Hi, I’m Steve Rogers, but everyone just calls me Steve." He gives you a firm shake and hugs you with his right arm.

"I hope you enjoyed our show."

"I did." You reply to him while introducing yourself. "Although, it seemed like you hadn't warmed up your voice when you started the show." some blushed crept up on Steve cheeks and neck. You cursed yourself a bit, way to be friendly to someone you just met.

"Yeah." Steve rubbed the back of his neck. "Tonight was our first jam after a year. I might sound a little rusty but thank you for your concern."

"You need to stick up with your routine, we don't want anything to happen to our captain." Clint chimed in.

"Captain?" left eyebrow arched at him.

"He is the leader of the band," Clint added, still sipping his beer.

"I know it sounds silly. They used that to mock me" Steve added and chuckle at that. "Don't mind Clint. Here, meet Sam Wilson."

A tall man with a dark skin approaches you. He has this goofy smile on him and you can't help smiling at him back.

"And Scott," another man with a black hair and a silly smile approaching you. He was the keyboardist on the band. "I guess Bucky was in the restroom, he was here before."

"It's ok, Steve. I can catch up with him later"

"If he acts like douche, just tell me, I will knock his head off," Sam says, bad-mouthing this Bucky.

"Don't worry Sam,” you chuckled, “I am a good fighter."

You actually have a really great conversation with Sam and Scott. Scott tells you that he has a young daughter name Cassie and he would love to learn how to braid her hair like yours.

"Oh, there he is. Buck!" Steve yells at Bucky, he looks like he just comes out of the back bar.

"Nat brought her friend with her." Steve introduced you to him. Bucky was more than 6 feet tall, as broad and big as Steve although he was the very opposite of him. If Steve was smile and sunshine, Bucky is quiet and has that melancholic broody look on him, like the moon on a cold night.

"Hello." You introduce yourself and shake his hand. He has big calloused hands, rough from the guitar strings, and long fingers that swallow your own.

Gone was the quiet melancholic look on him when he saw you gushing about how well he played on stage.

“I think from all the music tonight, the last track was without a doubt, the best.”

Bucky just smiles, wide, tongue licking his upper lips after he drinks the beer while looking at you.

“Tasha!” Bucky was yelling at Natasha who is in conversation with Clint and Sam. Natasha arched her eyebrow at Bucky, a question written on her face.

“You bring a nice catch tonight.” You’re confused as to why Bucky suddenly speaks Russian to Natasha.

“I told you I don’t need a new girl, but thanks anyway, looks like I am going to have a fun night with her.”

You are stunned, angry of the thing he accused you to be,

You slap Bucky hard on the face.

"How very well dare you!" Face reddened because everyone eyes were focused on both you and Bucky now.

"Let me get this straight. You" fingers jab at his chest.

"are" jab

"nothing more" more jab

"than a douche wagon." final jab.

"And I am not, in the slightest, interested in being bedded by you." if the eye can curse someone to stone, that’s probably what would happen to Bucky right now.

He looks at you with wide eyes, horrified. Never in the slightest, he ever thinks that you understand Russian.

“Thank you for the beer.” You take your pursed and stomp out from the Bar. You regret ever coming to a gig, yet again.

"Malyshka, wait!"

"Way to ruin the mood, Barnes." Natasha huffed and strolls off from the party to follow you after giving Bucky the stinky eyes.

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#Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #au fanfic #rockstar #marvel imagine #marvel #bucky x reader fluff #writing challange #chuuulip post #chuuulip #moodboard #hannahs3kwritingchallenge

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aharris00britney · 6 years ago

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ASKS 11

wip pic, complements ;-;, some meshing questions, and other stufffff

Anonymous said: Would you ever consider doing a version of your Sam and Briana hairs with the halo braid but as a pixie cut?

hehe this ask inspired me to make something kind of similar but not a pixie cut SORRY ;n; here is a pic ; this will be the next speed meshing video/hair

@bluupxels said: what's ur opinion on dance the night away (TWICE comeback)?

I don’t hate it but it is in the bottom 2 for my title tracks ranking for them :( (OOH AAH is the bottom lmao ya’ll hear somethin?) The MV was pretty though and I like the side tracks on the album

Anonymous said: post selfies more often ;)

i never take photos of myself edfhvnb here is a pic i took a few nights ago bc i was wearing the same shirt Lucas had on in some pic of him lmao he just had some sweater over it

Anonymous said: Hey, for your meshing videos, are all the hairs yours? and are they WIPS? they all look great!

yeah they’re all my WIP hairs! I just do stuff a lot earlier than they get released and hairs get released through a voting system so it is kind of out of my hands on which/when hairs get released.

Anonymous said: AHH AJSHFL u are so cute hehe u have a pretty face :')

thank you omg ;n; I don’t think I do but ill take the complement XD

Anonymous said: r u gay? ♡

yes

Anonymous said: Not a question, i just want to say that i LOVE your cc hair's they are stunning <3

thank you so much!!! I am glad you like them <3

@garoto-estelar said: u're one of the best mm cc creators!! pls we need more male hair with bangss

I am super bad at doing male hairs @ayoshi-sims can vouch for me on this omg I am just... not able to do any good ones egdfbv I will try something though :P also ur header is gorgeous

Anonymous said: OMG THE SIM IN YOUR LATEST TUTORIAL LOOKS LIKE FANTINE FROM THE STAGE MUSICAL OF LES MISÉRABLES LMAO

had to look this up but omg the hair looks super similar rgfgbrgfdc

Anonymous said: where did you get blender from?

S4S has them linked but : Blender 2.76 (32x) | Blender 2.76 (64x)

Anonymous said: Oh gosh your content is perfect 💖 really love your blog ~alesimmers

thank you!!!! <3

@lrby01 said: your sims are so prettyyy!! whats your secret?

most of the time i get a random off the gallery and use that as a base tbh, duplicate one of my main 3 sims, or use one of @ayoshi-sims

Anonymous said: Hiya! Would the accessories you made in your newest speed meshing video also work w your Paige and Jennie hairs? Since they have the same headband? Thanks!

I think I moved the headband shape some so I’m not entirely sure, I will check before release though.

Anonymous said: WHY U SAY IN JULY WHEN IT JULY

Anonymous said: You are f*cking perfect! love you

thank you ;-; I am no where near being perfect though lmao

Anonymous said: Sorry of you already are going to do this but will you upload that cute hair from your speed meshing video you uploaded? The half up half down one? It's so cute!!! I love your cc 😍😍😍

depends on voting :( currently I don’t think it will be released in August (there are 4 hairs that have more votes then it). Voting ends the 24th though so go vote if u want it :P

Anonymous said: do u watch reacttothek or like other kpop react channels? seems like ur into kpop haha and they’re my fave

I have seen some of the reacttothek videos!!! mainly just when someone I stan releases something new

Anonymous said: omg how ur soo organized 😂

I like neatness ;-;

Anonymous said: Hi, what's your ID? There I can find the sims that you use for every hair? Thank you <3

origin ID is aharris00britney

Anonymous said: I adore your hairs! I have so many of them in my game and it makes me so happy when I see what you have coming up. I was wondering if you have ever considered converting some of the hairs for kids as well as teens and older? I would love some kid hairs from you. Thanks for all that you do! <3

me and @ayoshi-sims are talking about collabing again and if we do then it will have some kids hair conversions :P

Anonymous said: Does the anathema palette you use for ur hairs have one for eyebrows?

I don’t think so :( not many people use the palette but I use the WMS eyebrows and then someone recolored the CC eyebrows I use in the WMS palette too. Links are on my resource page (which i know is broken rn but links still work)

Anonymous said: hi im sorry but are you a boy? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

yeah! i am a boy lmao :P

Anonymous said: when i go to your resources page none of the pictures work?

I know ;n; all of my photos broke a few weeks ago (including all 140+ of my download page photos) so I had to change the links of the images from imgur to tumblr and it was a huge mess. I’m not happy with my current resource page so I am planning on redoing it eventually.

Anonymous said: Are you wcif friendly? If so where can I find the fruit choker on your last lovely sim. If not no worries. Hoping you’re having a rad day friend ❤️

@ayoshi-sims drew it on, sorry ;-; thank you btw

Anonymous said: how close are you with ayoshi?

we’re engaged, wedding in winter

Anonymous said: let me just say I love the kpop references like the Minnie hair cause kpop is my spirit animal but anyways I love you

yasssss

Anonymous said: f(x)?🧡💛

yeah i went to the funeral, what about it?

Anonymous said: So I just watched your speed mesh video and found myself wondering, what is the purpose of using edge split? I'm currently learning blender and though I've googled for various explanations, I'm unsure of what it achieves in terms of TS4 meshing.

sometimes when you remove doubles from the entire mesh, it makes weird shadows (you can see them in solid mode) that are super dark. Edge splitting gets rid of them without causing a seam to show in the mesh

Anonymous said: Wow, I've never sent an ask to you but I thought I'd just send some love your way! Your an amazing creator and I love that you take your time with each one of your creations. I love your edits and they inspire me to do better with mine! I love that you not only do straight hair but also curly, wavy and braided hair! Your sims are so beautiful and so are you! I always look forward to your cc too! :) Hope you have a great day/night!

thank you so so so much omfg i really appreciate it!!!

Anonymous said: hope this doesn’t sound rude, but why don’t you just release all the hair? I don’t know much about making custom content but it looks to me as if they’re finished, but I could be completely wrong of course. I was basically just wondering why you choose to do it this way if you don’t mind me asking :-)

I am trying to make sure I have enough to release if college gets super busy and releasing 3 a month is enough to have a pretty good amount of 36 hairs a year. Wasn’t a rude question at all btw :P

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD YOU'RE ADORABLE Anonymous said: omg you are literally the hottest thing ive seen all day and its 100 degrees outside *heart eyes motherfucker* Anonymous said: ur cute

i choked at these omg XD thank you

#asks #SOMEONE TRADE ME A SHINY LUGIA IN POKEMON GO OMFG #i found someone who was willing to trade a shiny snorunt for it and i dont have the stardust so she said that she will trade me it in 30 day #so i gave her the snorunt bc like i dont care snorunt is ugly #but i want a shiny lugia now ;n; so if u already befriended me and we have a high level then ummm #gimme

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altonadventures · 6 years ago

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ALTON ADVENTURES BIG ANNOUNCEMENT

So...because its Friday and I usually update AA on Fridays, I figured it was time to make my big announcement!

And that is...that Alton Adventures is changing. A little bit.

Am I rebooted the comic again? No haha! Once I get back to it it shall continue as normal but some characters may look a bit different going forward.

Who may those characters be?

Sir Gareth Nemesis

Why is he changing?

Sir Nemesis’ change is actually less drastic than one may think. For starters, he needed a design rehaul. I wanted his armor to be more simple, easier to draw but with still details that could tie him to Nemesis (the green eye, the arms, the light pink details instead of inconsistent tentacles). I also had an issue where his hair was too close to his skin color, so to combat this I turned him into a ginger! His eye color also changed from gold to green, another thing to visually tie him more to Nemesis.

So yes, I changed Sir Nem’s design because I was unhappy with it. His armor was never drawn consistently ever, I was constantly changing the tone of his hair and his skin so that was inconsistent. I want my designs to be more consistent and polished going forward.

What else is different? Well, you can probably tell he looks much more serious, like in older pictures I drew of him. Why is that? Well, I was kind of..honestly tired of his role as the “dad character tm” that he kind of turned out to be. It almost undermined his true characterization and turned him into a typical over the top exaggerated hero character. And I started to realize how much I missed his original concept. A battle hardened solider that was filled with regret and remorse, who heavily sympathizes with the plight of the alien he’s locked in combat with. He’s still much a father however, as he has a biological son and adopts an alien who mimics his likeness (hence another reason he’s a ginger now as his Nemesis daughter always was one). He’s just returned to his roots as a character. Because I felt that characterization was a unique one for the Nemesis ride. And it was an idea I really loved. Sir Nemesis actually WAS one of my favorite characters...I wanted his role to be much larger than it is in the comics. I don’t blame anyone for him becoming a joke, I did initially kind of fuel the fire for it, I’m just hoping that its not to late to get back to the Sir Nemesis I originally wanted to write. And of course, all my characters are still meme and joke worthy. I just want to tackle much more serious issues with my comic and show the more serious side of some of my characters and don’t want there entire existence to be a joke Mr.S can’t have too many folks 1 uping him in the laughs department! I guess to note with this change that his original voice claim has also been solidified as well. It’s a more somber and serious tone that I feel fits him as a character.

Final Notes

Sir Nemesis is a character that I have a lot of thought put into. His backstory is tragic, emotional, and his character is complex and he’s not the perfect hero people might image him as. I plan for his Arc to follow the Fireworks arc in the comic, as well as I am planning to start some more text heavy short stories about how the Secret Weapons became Secret Weapons (which I will likely call Secret Weapon Short Stories hehe) and will be writing his first. Also a very important thing i must address. Yes, the eye on his chest moves. (I have a gif but it doesn’t want to work on this post Ill have it up later ><)

Erica Annabelle Cloud

ooof okay this is a huge one. Confession time. Erica was always my least favorite character. Why? She just had...no character. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with her, her design felt phoned in and there because I needed an Air/Galatica character, (yes, she is changing as her Galatica stage too). She was just. not well thought out. She had a dual identity but I think a lot of people didn’t pick up on that? She felt like a Rita 2.0 as just a nice and friendly optimistic person and literally had 0 backstory. Originally she was supposed to have had some sort of accident that turned her into Galatica and she had memory loss and forgotten about when she was Air, yeah it was a mess. That eventually just turned into Nebula Corona being a character she made up (bc her one trait was that she was into space and wrote a lot) that she played as when her rides themeing changed.

She was just..barely a character and her design was abysmal (Her Galatica suit was okay but her Air outfit was an afterthought) She needed a massive visual upgrade. A sleeker flight suit that makes more sense (I used a ref or two for this design!) A different face shape to help her stand out more, my signature they wear glasses they have dot eyes look. Long, wispy, flowing hair to resemble those trails planes make. A bit more lanky and tall. And let me tell you I LOVE her design now. It looks so much more unique and you can just SEE she has so much more character now! As for her characterization im going full into her being a nerd. A very tech nerd at that! She designed her suit to help her fly at her best, and eventually will be the one that designs and builds all her Galatica tech! Her Galatica design hasn’t been done yet, mostly bc I wanted to focus on her current comic canon design, but not much would change I feel with her upgrade anyways! She is effectively the brains of the group, and the others often turn to her for plans of attack when dealing with a situation, or innovative solutions to problems! I have yet to get a voice claim for her, but im sure one will come to me soon enough!

Final Notes

Erica/Nebula was a character I struggled to connect with. Everyone else had Airs that were either super plot important, or just much more cool and creative in general. I felt, that with my Air/Galatica she was just there, and I wanted her to be more. So a full character rehaul was done with her and it makes me so happy. She feels much more fleshed out, better designed, and I’m super excited to do more stuff with her, and hopefully you will all see her much more now that I’m a lot happier with her as a character! <3

Welp that's the end of the updates....wait. Hold on. I have something written here. What could this be? Oh! I remember now!

Black Hole, AkA Beatrix, will be joining the MAIN CAST of Alton Adventures!

When I drew my Black Hole design, I knew she was something special. She stands out compared to a lot of my characters, and her design SCREAMS main character. While the biggest main roles will still be held by Mr. S and Rita, I wanted to add another non SW coaster to the main crew, and because Canonically Corkscrew is MIA, Black Hole seemed like a fitting addition to the main crew! As she isn’t human, a species literally only referred to as Black Holes, I thought making her a main character and giving her a big arc would help flesh out the reality of non humans in Alton Adventures! Her powers and design and character and personality are just too fun to shove her into the background. I feel that adding her to the main cast gives them not only another character to support them, but a closer friend! You will all see her much more in the future for certain!

Well that's about it! In terms of comic updates themselves...its still going to be hiatus as long as I’m being swamped with school work. I hope you all understand. I’ll try to squeeze in updates over the breaks I have IF im not working on assignments for class. As I also said, I wanna do short stories as well, to expand the world and explain it better, as a comic will only develop the world so quickly and lots of you have tons of questions! I also wanna do something animated at some point, that’s my dream. I’ve ALSO mentioned to some people about merch, likely going for making stickers first since that's simple. I got an excited reaction for that so I’ll come up with designs for them soon! I just wanna do a lot with Alton Adventures, because I know how much it means to people, and of course it means so much. Goodness I really need to actually get to this park, I look quiet silly constantly gushing over a themepark I’ve never been to all the time XP That all aside I thank you all for sticking by me. I promise that even if I don’t do comic updates as frequently during the school year, I’ll still work to push out as much AA content I can outside of that! I’m always open to suggestions to what you guys want to see! ALSO, working on a big google doc spreadsheet with info on all the characters I’ll be posting when its more completed! So be on the lookout for that!

Again thank you to everyone who’s stuck with me through this, Your support makes me feel nothing but proud of what I’ve created. These characters may have been created out of something some may consider silly or odd, but the only thing that matters to me if that I can make at least someone happy with what I create.

Patreon (note that patrons got to see all of this content as it was being worked on!) l Ko-fi

#gonna probably post the images all in image posts later #for now have this #alton towers #alton adventures #nemesis #air #i like totally redid forbidden valley didnt i huh #sir gareth nemesis #beatrix #odin miller #mr. s #rita ferraro #erica cloud #esther forest #big update #long post

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adobe-outdesign · 7 years ago

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Chapter 4 Liveblog

No time to waste. I’m reacting as I go, so if things don’t make that much sense that’s why.

Also, note that I already saw some parts from the PAX demo, so I won’t be including those areas here.

Spoilers! (duh)

oh, nice new title screen

henry are you... okay

am I hallucinating or do the walls look worse than in the demo

oh hey it’s grant’s tape- hmmm...... don’t like that

uh hey sammy (?) what the fuck is this

gent apparently makes literally everything in this building

SUSIE NO

good news, susie’s gonna kick joey’s ass

joey drew what kind of sccoby doo bullshit is this

okay the cutout just turned into a real bendy I think??

pretty sure henry has a concussion at this point

ah yes... torture library... everyone has one of those

okay the cutout is playing portal

ooh looks like you might be able to get items from the dropbox?

I like how henry finds a searcher and his immediate reaction is to... grab Jack’s hat. okay henry

oh wait that’s just normal ink. rude

hmm don’t like this either

henry seriously get some help. or an exorcist

FUCK

“what is it that keeps you going” the crippling fear of death, mostly

unless they updated the searcher models these are new... at least they’re not trying to kill you? I’ll take what I can get

WAS HE STARTING TO CLIMB THAT

goddamn bendy’s new textures look great

I don’t know who you are but I don’t want to see you

NEW CHARACTER NEW CHARACTER

ahh, he’s the rides guy. bet you 20 bucks he donated the cog wheel

(also points to me and that one anon for calling that)

bertie, fucking... bertie

I was going with Drew World, but Bendy Land works too

who wrote hell there like who was that extra

okay I refuse to believe that henry of all people isn’t strong enough to move that guy’s a fucking terminator

wasting time is henry’s entire IO in this game honestly

fucking wally. best character

hehe, dog

good news, henry can’t aim for SHIT

look meatly there’s only so many ways I can say ‘i don’t like that’ in one liveblog

are those... puppets?

yeah yeah keep crying, it’s tough all over

Lacie I would die for you

I’m guessing that’s the ride we’re fearing? if terrifying animatronic even counts as a ride

either that or the haunted house thing

shh... you want some soup? have some soup you’ll feel better

IOU one soul -Joey

after-death text sounds backwards. anyone try reversing it yet?

just keep walking henry. just keep walking

okay where the fuck is bertrum he’s in the building here somewhere. is he in the walls sammy style

probs in the giant machine that’s gonna come alive in like 2 secs

yep

okay I don’t think he can... move? away?

okay fuck bertrum, the fuck is that chair

holy shit there’s a face in there fuck that

I’m guessing he’s manipulating the machine from the inside because ink, kind of like norman but no human bits

FUCK YOU BARNEM N’ BAILEY

how has this not started a fire yet

fucking... betrum. the hammiest ham who ever hammed

... I wanna ride the buddy boris railway

holy shit, norman?

“I thought you died” “yeah but I got better”

(fyi based on this and boris spurting ink blood I think all ink creatures can revive after a period of time as long as they’re not in the puddles, as the machine will revive them)

holy shit norman is not fucking around he went straight up those stairs

things just went fnaf for a second there

WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM

okay that was like five things in five seconds

lesson learned: do not fuck with bendy

you know I made the “I’ll punch a demon, I don’t give a fuck“ joke before but I really didn’t mean it that literally

henry wants to be pretty confirmed

fuck this is a rollercoaster

johnny? you down here?

I wonder if alice is lying? all we have is her claim that this is our boris, and I don’t really see how she’d even do that

set it to bone

oh see, I bet that isn’t our Boris- alice wanted his insides so she could be beautiful, yet she looks the same

there he is! the good boy!

bet you 20 bucks that’s Pendle-Alice

you know, I was gonna post a theory about how there might be an actual Alice because there was one plushie left and Alice keeps emphasizing how she’s alice, and look what happens. fucking look

I think that also explains the image of Bors in a chair? That was the Boris Alice used, not our Boris

Alice didn’t collapse into a puddle, so she’ll probably be fine. probably

Chapter 2? Chapter 2

(kind of skimming through this one quickly for time’s sake, will look at closer tomorrow)

hey look, the switches are actually switches this time

that toilet water looks fucking nasty. sammy clean your damn sanctuary toilets

searcher models are the same, so the standing ink creatures might’ve been cultists seeing as they look like sammy a bit?

we finally get to see the infirmary!

“down here we’re all sinners” no sammy that’s just you

henry don’t call jack a thing, that’s rude

sheep have gone to slaughter. sheep are employees, so the employees have been killed

I love how Sammy’s like “I’ll pray to the Gods for a sanctuary” and Jack’s just like “yeah no I’ll just... go down here”

“nice hat though” henry you just sent a man to ink-hell (temporarily, anyway)

DID HE JUST KNOCK YOU OUT WITH A GODDAMN DUST PAN

ahh the ne animation is super nice

sammy you are 20% too close to my face

only complaint is that he still looks like he’s made out of plastic, which is weird because

the fingerssss

oh yeah I was writing something. anyway he had new ink textures in the Q&A, not sure why they didn’t use them here

sammy and bertrum. duke it out. best ham wins

holy shit Bendy’s looking good as always

gonna save chapter 1 revamp for tomorrow I think, need to blog until i die. anyway A+ gonna go punch a demon

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #ink machine #bendy #baitm spoilers #outdesign posts things #i need to run a marathon

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subconfessions · 4 years ago

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Day 13

So it’s been 27 days, and 1560 edges since my last orgasm. July 13th is thankfully coming closer and closer, so long as I don’t do anything to get my orgasm pushed till August.

Anywhoo, to pick up again from where I left off, it was Friday and Daddy let me make my coffee without waiting for him to make his. Today was going to be a little busier for me, I had a lot of training hours I needed to complete for work (haha 15 to be exact), and then the BLM protest at 6 and I still had my edges and a blog post to finish that day.

I hadn’t gotten started on my work yet, so Daddy asked if I’d rather attach my wand, or put my dildo in my ass. I decided to go with the wand, I wasn’t sure if he was even really asking me heh. But to my surprise he told me to go tie it on. And alright, it wasn’t where it was supposed to beeee. My friend had come over and I forgot to unplug it and put it in the box before, so I had to quickly throw it in my dresser to hide it. And I swore I left it there, but I guess my memory did me dirty and I couldn’t find it. I told Daddy and he told me to focus on my training. Eventually I found my wand under my bed and put it right into the box.

After my training was done Daddy had me put my dildo in my ass, letting me know that I should probably put on some shorts so it stays in. I was to keep it in till the protest, and it had honestly been awhile since I’d put my dildo in my ass, and I always forget how good it feels, but how torturous it is to just leave it there, stretching me out and I can only wiggle around on it. Daddy told me I could take the dildo out 45 minutes before I left for the march, which left me with it in for a bit over an hour.

With shorts on, I continued about my day, not able to sit quite right, and unable to think about much else than the toy in my ass.

At five I was able to take it out, I went up to my room, and made a little video for Daddy like he asked, and making sure to show him my little gape.

I finished getting ready for the protest, I was going to wear my crotch rope and my medium plug, but I don’t really have any good clothes that will hide the rope completely, and if I wasn’t with people who don’t know about all that, I wouldn’t mind too much if it peeked out a bit, but not everyone I went with knows the kinds of things I get up too hehe but the plug, that was no problem at all to wear, helped me feel nice and subby for Daddy while I was out.

After the protest I went over to my friends house, so no more tasks for the rest of the night, and I left pretty early the next morning.

The weekends are always the worst for me getting coffee heh. I wake up so early all the time, mainly because I just prefer to, but I know Daddy doesn’t wanna get out of bed so early in the morning on the weekends, so I usually end up with some lunchtime coffee hmmph Daddy makes me work so hard to get him up. He’s lucky I can’t actually jump on the bed and poke at him hehe

But Daddy made me wait, and then surprised me by asking if I had written my blog post with all that waiting I did. Heheh nope, did not do that. So I sent Daddy a little message, but it seemed to be missing something so I added sassy emojis heh. But finally the time was here, and Daddy said we could go make coffee. Thank goodnessss

Daddy was going to be out for most of the day though, so he had a list of things for me to do. I had 100 edges to complete (since I didn’t finish the 50 yesterday), an hour of omegle shows, an hour workout with my large plug in, an hour of my nice clamps, 30 minutes of clover clamps and then pull them off, a blog post, and an hour of corner time. Quite the list, but I do like it when Daddy makes plans for my not so busy days.

I started with corner time, and Daddy suggested I combine my corner time with my clamp time, so I grabbed my clover clamps, set my timer, and got in the corner. Corner time with clamps is soooo much harder than corner time without clamps. Because there’s nothing to do but think, it’s so hard to focus on anything but the pain from the clamps. Thankfully having to stay still helped though so they weren’t getting pulled and bumped around the whole 30 minutes.

But once my timer went off I knew it was time to yoink them off. I grabbed my phone and set it up, and I tried to do it the way Daddy told me to last time, holding my tit with one hand and pulling with the other. I grabbed the chain and I pulled as hard as I could, and the thing wouldn’t budgeee. My nipples were already so sore from the 30 minutes, and I figured I would be able to do it since I did last time, so I just kept trying on both sides. It was so frustrating but they were just not letting go. After a couple minutes of trying I was feeling a whole lot of ouchies, and I hadn’t heard from Daddy so I sent Daddy the videos of me trying and then took them off nicely. I felt pretty disappointed in myself after that, but I feel it might have been the fact that they were just sitting there instead of getting pulled down by my tits in position 8. Regardless, my pussy was still soaked after all that.

After that I did my workout and then got moving on my hour of omegle shows putting my clamps on so I could get that done too. I was supposed to find people who would be willing to download an app and control my vibrator. It was hard to find people, most just wanted me to show off and would disconnect when I brought up my task. Which was understandable.

But then finally I found another dom who was willing to play with me. He took control of my vibe, and left it pretty much in the middle the whole time, aside from the occasional tapping to get me to react. He was fun to play with though, definitely brought out my submissive side right away when he told me to stop slouching. I showed him my toys, played with my tits and my clamps for him, and eventually had me spank myself for him before we parted ways. I wish I could get spanked more, but it’s really hard to spank yourself. But my ass just really wants that attention ☹

Edges time. At fifty Daddy asked for an update, so I sent him an image, and Daddy started teasing me while I was edging, making me feel really little and submissive. The edges these days are coming much easier, and especially when Daddy’s watching or talking with me while I’m edging. I finished my 100 edges and sent Daddy another picture, I was absolutely soaked and I was soooo desperate and horny. Its so conflicting at the end of my edges because I don’t want to stop, but continuing is so dangerous because it just makes me want to cum so much more.

After my edges, I went to write my blog post, but it was getting pretty late, and I actually ended up falling asleep in the middle of it. Thankfully I woke up a little bit later and Daddy seemed to find it funny that I fell asleep, and told me to go to bed and have it for him before he wakes up. I was so grateful, sometimes I just get so sleepy when I have full days, but that really just means I need to keep prioritizing better. So I sent Daddy a goodnight video and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and got right to work on my blog post, I knew I was gonna have to get it posted before Daddy woke up, and I had a general idea of when he’d wake up, but I really wasn’t sure. Which made writing my blog post that morning that much more exciting, not even knowing how much time I had to finish it. I was almost done, I was planning on writing a bit more, but then I got Daddy’s good morning text and I flewwww to finish my blog and post it hehe. I promised Daddy that I would write another blog post though to make up for the shortness of the last one. Daddy added an hour of workout and 60 minutes of drawing for Daddy to my list. I was allowed to draw whatever I wanted but it was for Daddy and should be about us.

I worked on my picture first, I was pretty excited about my drawing pretty much right as Daddy told me about it I had an idea. I drew a picture of Daddy telling me and all my stuffies a bedtime story like he did the other night, I was really excited and had so much fun drawing it hehe I’ll probably attach an image of it once I can edit this post on my phone.

I sent it to Daddy and he seemed to really like it hehe I really like showing him my little drawings, and they’re so much fun to do and come up with and they really put me into my little space which I really like being able to retreat into like that.

Then Daddy told me about how he didn’t do his push up’s last night and how he didn’t tell the other sub/dom from our group chat, uh oh, and how she was just starting to wake up. He also confided in me that he had gone over his calories uh ohhhhh annddd that he wasn’t planning on telling herrrr oh noooooooo. And you know. Daddy is always trying to get me to tattle on him heh. So… why not? At first I bluffed and told Daddy a message I could send her, and by the time he told me I’d be in so much trouble if I sent the message I had actually sent it to her. Oops. I was really enjoying this heheh it’s a lot of fun being able to tattle on daddy to her. But Daddy was planning on being naughtyyy and if Daddy wants the other sub to tattle on me when I’m naughty, I should be able to tattle on Daddy too hehe

I think it was so much fun because it was the first time he hadn’t pushed me to tattle on him hehe

I went to start my workout because I needed to get moving on my tasks, and Daddy told me to add the large plug because if I’m gonna be a pain in the ass, ya know might as well have my own.

Daddy seemed a little grumpy about me tattling hehe he even thanked me for doing it. But sadly he wouldn’t tell me what happened, but in all honesty the process of tattling on Daddy and seeing his reaction was all I needed.

Daddy told me that he was going to think of an even meaner punishment for me. And after a little bit he came up with it. I told him I didn’t want to know heh cause I couldn’t even imagine what it could be. But then Daddy just completely reversed me into asking for it.

I was supposed to write out Daddy’s name in rubber band bruises on my tits.

When I saw that message my jaw dropped and I dropped into submission. And I loved the last bruises, but these ones were going to be just waaaaayyyy more fun. But I knew the process of making them was going to be rough. But I was very excited. Having Daddy’s name on me was going to be a whole other level of submission for me.

I wrote my blog post, it was a bit short, and I was catching up, but as we know im behind again oops.

Then I got started on my bruises, I really wanted them to look nice. I was going to have them for awhile, and it was Daddy’s name so I wanted to do a good job on it. So I kind of planned it out and worked to make my rubber band a bit smaller so I could fit everything the right size, and still be able to hide it hehe.

It stung a lot, my right side definitely brusies easier than my left, but after doing the first two letters I got very focused and the pain wasn’t at the forefront of my mind, it was just making Daddy’s name look as nice and visable as possible.

Daddy turned skype on and caught me at the end of it, and he really really liked them, and that made me really happy cause I was also super into the fact that I had just branded myself with Daddy’s name for the next week or two till it fades.

After the snaps I started on my edges I told Daddy about how much easier it’s becoming for me to edge and he offered to bump up my daily number and heheh I declined, maybe soon I’ll ask to bump it up a little.

I finished my edges and did sent some messages between Daddy and the other sub, and then it was time for bed, I tied my rope, put my plug in and send Daddy his goodnight

Till next time

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rootted · 8 years ago

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replies to your post: “now you guys better start getting mad about that forced kiss...”

@amoulajojomadridista added: that’s exactly what I was thinking about

@letsflytoasiarenata added: you better start, I’m waiting

@fangmich said: tbh I don’t think hwarang has the same fanbase as moon lovers had, I see some comments on it here and there but no essays about it…

@my-luhaen said: Tbh, I got the same vibes I got from Wangso’s kiss. People seem to be chill about it because the drama is not as popular as ML… but I’d like to see some people trying to understand Ji Dwi (?) and why he kissed her in that moment.

@fangmich said: I would probably write something if my english was better…like the guy was in tears during the kiss, there is more behind this than just “You are mine let me kiss you!” sigh

@letsflytoasiarenata added: same situation was with Wang So but nobody really cared and they had been bringing up this moment all the time and using it as an example of So being an abusive monster however, at the same time, this guy actually knows how to behave with people and clearly know that’s wrong to force girl into a kiss when Wang So was bad at communication and hella desperate at that moment. Anyway, we’ll learn about his character and motivation in the next episode so we will be able to judge. Also, all his problems are coming from him feeling himself weak and helpless, not a legit reason to be that arrogant and impulsive.

@fangmich said: Agree but at the same time I can’t bring myself to hate him since it was such a forced move so people would start hate him. But maybe I’m just biased here hehe

@letsflytoasiarenata added: I don’t hate him I just hope that he has some legit reasons behind this kind of behaviour, Because know I see only a teenager boy who doesn’t like how mother treats him, I‘m like, man up, guy, she didn’t try to kill you or scarred you, I see no real problem here.

yes, the drama is not as popular as shr was, but it’s only starting, and it had a really slow pass in the first two episodes so it’s only natural that people will start to get into it once the “action” begins. i only got into shr when it was already on episode 7 for example, so i can’t talk about how it was when it first started.

now about that kiss in shr, it was on episode 9 and so/soo’s relationship was way way WAY more advanced than ah ro/maek jong. at that point hae soo was already falling in love with him, despite being in love with wook. and wang so was at one of his most vulnerable moments in the drama and hae soo was acting out of panic before the kiss, not because of something he did but because of something that she thought would happen.

with ah ro and maek jong, they had what,12 encounters and out of those only 4 were real conversations tbh: when he first listened to her stories and found out that he was able to sleep peacefully because of it; when he later that day cornered her at that place where she tells her stories, and note that she was scared at that moment, he offers her money and she agrees to tell him a story; then she tells the story of those “two men that she met” to her friend; he sees her on the street and chases after her, scaring the shit out of her (not on purpose, but still); he chases after her again, finds her at her house; then she finds her outside of the palace waiting for her brother, that at the time he doesn’t know who he is but gets obviously jealous; then he sees her on the horse and goes after her again and they don’t even exchange a word; then she gets kidnapped, he’s there to help but again, they don’t exchange a word; then he saves her from that punk ass excuse of a human being during the hwarang’s parade and tells her that she has to repay her debt to him, she agrees and the conversation is over; then when she appears at the hwarang’s house he takes somewhere and asks her to stay there while he sleeps, she says no, he asks again and she stays; then he again chases after her in the library (i think it was a library) and lies saying that she can pay her the debt with lessons instead of money because he doesn’t know how to read/write (the king ---), only because he was jealous that she was teaching her brother; and lastly, she goes to him thinking that it was her brother and eventually stays to help him study and the “kiss” happens.

now in that scene, she is teaching him words through illustration (and btw how cool are those!! really beautiful) and he asks her to do one for the word king. she draws that image of the little bird at the bottom and the mother bird at the top and he asks her to explain why she drew that. now i know some people thing that what she said was really convenient for the story and are trying to understand why ah ro would have such an interest/strong opinion about a king, which she, and everyone in the kingdom, has never seen. but see, he asked her to draw the word king and that made her think about kings and she obviously thought of “her king” and how she could describe him. now she has never met him, but she has an idea of him, like all the rest of the citizens have. also, see that exchange that they have when he goes to her house and you will get an idea of what she thinks of people (weak/young people specially) and you will get her explanation even better.

she says she pities the king because he had to grow on his own, without his mother by his side, because she doesn’t want to abdicate the thrown, and that because he became king against his will he cannot come out and say who he is, because his mother won’t let him. and he says: “there are people who never should have been born. if he had not been born he never would have been pushed out of the nest.” and her response is “how could you say that? I feel so sorry for him. he has been roaming, homeless, since he was a child. how could you say that?” and that is when he snaps.

he takes that as criticism directed at him, because he doesn’t want anyone’s sympathy, “how could someone like her have pity on me?” “who are you to feel that over me?” “how could she know what i’ve been through, what i am going through?”

or maybe he has never had anyone’s sympathy and desperately needs it. he hasn’t talked to anyone about what he’s feeling (at least that we know, but besides that guard, who i don’t remember the name, that is around him everytime, he doesn’t seem to have anyone else) and he needs to, everyone does at some point, it’s what makes us human. but we are still at the beginning of the story we have yet to learn a lot about him and his past (i hope).

at this point, ah ro is frightened and slowly walking away from him. then he says “who are you to stir me up like this and why?” here he is obviously talking about his feelings for her as a person and not his feelings as the king, but right after that he says “who are you to make me feel pathetic?” which i think is both his feelings as a person and as king, he also starts crying at that moment. i don’t think he has ever felt something like what he feels for ah ro (love/infatuation) before, so he doesn’t know what to make of it. add that to the repressed feelings he has about his mother...

then because she’s afraid, she brings up her brother and he gets jealous again and then kisses her. i don’t think he would have kissed her if she hadn’t talked about her brother. ever since that scene at the entrance of the castle that we can see how he changes when he’s jealous, and when that happens at a moment of vulnerability, he losses it.

what i’m curious to see now is how he will react after and what he will say about it, and from next week’s preview i don’t think i’ll like it.

now back to wang so, i make @letsflytoasiarenata words my words with:

“ they had been bringing up this moment all the time and using it as an example of So being an abusive monster however, at the same time, this guy actually knows how to behave with people and clearly know that’s wrong to force girl into a kiss when Wang So was bad at communication and hella desperate at that moment.”

because this is the most crucial part in the difference between the two male characters that we are comparing.

now like i’ve said before, we still know almost nothing about maek jong’s past and how exactly he has been through his life, but from what we can tell, well... he has literally no excuse.

#and this is my rant//#scarlet hwarang #waiting to see how all will turn out #replies #kd: hwarang #ch: maek jong #kd: moon lovers #ch: wang so

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