#his face is shorter and so a little bit rounder

[chiarrara]

Junpei is so freakin cute in the manga, I feel like the anime didn't quite do him justice

look at my sweet, easily radicalized boy 😢 i feel like i wouldn't have disliked him the first time around if he looked like this!!!

[minghaoes]

pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment. 

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy. 

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently. 

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck. 

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder. 

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did. 

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-” 

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout. 

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics. 

[causticsodaa]

Sakura’s perspective of Nirei during KEEL

I really appreciate Nii Satoru's brilliant art style and the choices they make with it to convey certain ideas within Wind Breaker, especially the subtle perspectives we see.

In chapter 44 of the manga, Nirei runs away from Suo's protection in a stroke of courage to fight on his own, believing himself to be too weak/unworthy in their situation (as he can't partake in the fight). He attempts to tackle a nearby KEEL member, only to get his face pummeled in by the other members.

This leads to Nirei lying helplessly on the ground, rescinding his initial confidence.

Nirei looks awful here; there’s copious amounts of blood flowing from his nose, bruises/scratches litter his face, and his eyes are rolled back in pain and exhaustion. He simply accepts his fate, and apologizes to Sakura internally before we see a KEEL member supposedly striking Nirei—before the chapter ends on a cliffhanger.

Whats more interesting to me, however, is how that same, vulnerable Nirei is drawn again in chapter 45, this time from Sakura’s POV.

The chapter opens with Sakura busy fighting with KEEL’s members, before he hears Suo yell out Nirei’s name.

He turns to Nirei, and is greeted with a sight that practically traumatizes him:

Unlike the previous chapter, Nirei is drawn significantly differently. Nii-sensei could have just copy and pasted the Nirei from chapter 44, there is a nuance as to why they would put the effort to completely redraw Nirei beat up.

So let’s break down this particular panel:

The first thing of note is that the linework is considerably lighter and looser here, as opposed to Nii Satoru’s usual thick and heavy lineart. This makes Nirei and his features look much more ‘softer’ (and I’ll explain why in a bit).

Alongside this, Nirei’s hair is much more detailed in chapter 45: there are more strands on his head, and there is a substantial amount of shading added. The lines are also curved a little more. This overall contributes to the ‘soft’ effect, but it also has another implication: this moment is so vividly painted in Sakura’s mind that he can remember every feature of Nirei’s defeat in detail.

Nirei’s injuries also seem more uniform, yet faded out, which adds to Sakura’s picturesque perspective.

His uniform jacket has considerably less shading, which augments to the soft and light tone to the panel as well. The buttons [on the jacket and shirt] are drawn much shorter and with minimal detail, possibly to draw more focus onto Nirei’s face. But it also covers more of his body; perhaps it alludes to Sakura not wanting to see Nirei more vulnerable than he already is.

Back to Nirei’s face: his jaw is drawn much more wider and rounder, adding more to the softness effect. This is a strange choice, given that his face was much more sharper (and Nii sensei likes to draw pointier chins for most of their characters). However, rounder faces can be attributed to youthfulness (as babies and young children are usually drawn with them to characterize that aspect, which includes their inherent helplessness.) Simply put, Sakura sees Nirei as incredibly weak and pitiful—almost like a beaten child. This is the main reason why Nii sensei probably drew this scene with much lighter linework.

The feature that sticks out to me the most however is the position of Nirei’s eyes. In chapter 44, his eyes are upwards (for the same reason I mentioned earlier), but in chapter 45, his eyes are more squinted, there are more lines under his eyes (maybe to enunciate his exhaustion/weariness?) and his pupils are looking forward. Since this is from Sakura’s perspective, it’s almost to say that he’s internally accepting the blame for not being a good leader; because his biggest failure is looking right at him with concentrated eyes, subconsciously relaying that this is all Sakura’s fault.

This ties back to Sakura blaming himself at the end of KEEL the irony is so rich it could cure anemia; and the panel even pans to Nirei when verbally acknowledges everyone’s injuries.

And yes, this is entirely Sakura’s own perspective of this scene. Nirei is drawn normally again after the 2-1 trio infiltrate the shipyard:

And whenever Sakura gets his dead wife flashbacks remembers the incident from KEEL, the panel from chapter 45 (ie. Sakura’s memory of it) is displayed rather than the one from chapter 44.

Wow guys I love Nirei and Sakura’s friendship so much!!!!!!!! Everytime I think of them as characters and their relationship and their importance to each other and the story there is a petulant deep ache in my chest and the sorrow that they make me endure further urges me to kill myse

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I don't get why the fandom likes to say Lily and Ginny look really similar to each other.

I mean, yeah, they both have red hair (different shades of red, btw), but all their other descriptions are very different, and the two probably don't look alike at all.

Let's start with their hair:

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes — her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green — exactly the same shape

(PS)

It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes — Harry’s eyes.

(OotP)

Ginny, on the other hand, is described with "flaming red" hair, so it's likely something like this:

Plump little Mrs. Weasley; tall, balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black-and-white picture didn’t show it) with flaming-red hair

(PoA)

where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor. And between the feet, facedown, lay a small, black-robed figure with flaming-red hair.

(CoS)

As Lily's hair is described as "dark red", so we're probably talking on this sort of more auburn color while Ginny's (and her brothers) hair would be more orange (Lily - Left, Ginny - Right):

Also, Lily is described as having "thick" hair, while Ginny isn't. So, I usually imagine Ginny's hair as straight while Lily's has more waviness and volume to it.

Their eye color (and shape) is also different:

As I mentioned above, Lily has bright green almond-shaped eyes like Harry, while Ginny's eyes are described as:

He forced himself to look directly into her eyes, noticing as he did so that they were precisely the same shade of brown as Ginny’s.

(DH)

They are built really differently as well, and their facial structure is likely quite different too. Ginny is often mentioned to take after Molly (short with brown eyes) and we know Molly is plump and rounder:

Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman

(CoS)

So, Ginny likely has a similar build, short and stocky (if likely less plump as she's more sporty. Also she didn't have 7 pregnancies yet which can also affect a woman's build), and has a round face. She is mentioned to be noticeably short of repeatedly:

“You need more persuasion?” she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Very well — take the smallest one,” she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. “Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I’ll do it.” Harry felt the others close in around Ginny. He stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest.

(OotP)

Harry looked over the top of Ginny’s head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand

(HBP) - Harry who's about 5'11 in HBP can easily see over the top of Ginny's head.

Lily, on the other hand, is Petunia's sister and likely shares some familial resemblance. Petunia is tall (for a woman, not tall-tall), thin, and she has a thin face:

Aunt Petunia’s thin, horsey face now appeared beside Uncle Vernon’s wide, purple one. She looked livid.

(OotP)

Plus, Lily is implied to be taller than Pettigrew (who I estimate at about 5'2 and taller than Ginny):

His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail

(OotP)

Also when she stands next to a 5'11 James, she isn't mentioned to be shorter than him by a full head (like Ginny is and which is the kind of thing Harry often mentions):

The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her

(PS)

I always imagined Petunia as tall and thin and Lily not shorter by much. So, Lily is somewhere around 5'6-ish, I think, which is a bit taller than average, while I imagined Petunia is a little taller. And Lily would likely have a thin, slightly longer-looking face, especially compared to Ginny. (Harry too, is mentioned to have a thin face, like his mom).

Ginny, like the rest of the Weasleys, is very freckled:

My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.

(PS)

Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her before she hit the floor, and gaped, speechless, at the Weasleys, all of whom had bright red hair, including Fred and George, who were identical to the last freckle.

(GoF)

Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned;

(GoF)

Note Fred, George, and Charlie, like Ginny are more similar to Molly, and all are covered in freckles.

Whereas Lily (or Petunia) is never mentioned to have freckles, and most likely doesn't have any. Her face is only ever described as white. If she did have freckles, Harry would have mentioned it since it's the kind of thing he notices. Especially considering how excited he is whenever he sees his parents' faces.

So, Ginny and Lily don't look at all alike, not even their hair is the same kind of red and I find all the jokes about Oedipus complex or Hinny looking just like Jily make very little sense when you look at their actual descriptions in the books. These two women look nothing alike (besides red hair (in different shades!) and white skin), so it just kind of annoys me when they're treated like look-alikes in fanon.

[bedtime-broadcast]

Lucifer: *KeeKee curls up to Lucifer and rubs her face against his legs — notices her and goes all enchanted by her cuteness. He tries to bend down but he can’t due to the pregnancy belly* Awww, hewwo, KeeKee!

Razzle and Dazzle fly by and pull Lucifer back to a straighter position.

Lucifer: Razzle! Dazzle! Thanks for the assist! *makes endearing noises* Oh, look how much you haven't grown! Still fun sized. You taking care of my wittle girl? *speaks in a very deep ominous threatening tone* You better be *snickers and lets the two rams fly off*

Lucifer walks around, looking around feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Lucifer: Wow, this place sure looks, uh... Uh-huh. Yeah. Uh-huh. It's got a lot of character. *sees the bar at the corner and was immediately repulsed by it* OH! What in the unholy hell is that?!

Alastor: *pops in with Calliope in his arms* Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?

Lucifer: *looksat him suspiciously, and points his stick at him* And you are?

Alastor: *reappears behind Lucifer, catching his attention* Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure! *shaking Lucifer's cane and wiping his hand in somewhat hidden disgust* It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter and rounder in real life.

Lucifer: *looks very annoyed* Uh huh…

Charlie: Yeah Dad uh…I wanted to ask about…this *she gestures to Lucifer’s swollen belly* What’s uh…going on.

Lucifer: *passive aggressive* Well if a certain little princess had come over to the manor and saw me in person like I asked, this *he gestures to his belly* wouldn’t be such a shock!

Charlie: So wait…are you pregnant?!

Lucifer: Yes! I’m about to pop with your baby brother or sister!

Charlie: But wait! Mom’s been gone for seven years. Who’s the other parent?!

Lucifer: *shrugs* Don’t know. I just woke up one morning feeling terrible sick and well…baby!

[jrstales]

Stephen heads to the gym

All characters 18+

---Stephens pov----

After the shower Ricky dressed and headed home. He worked some shifts at one of the coffee shops by the beach and had some the next few evenings and wanted to get his  stuff ready for it.

I changed, heading to the gym to do some back and biceps. It was empty when I got there, neon motivational quotes stamped onto the wall. I stood for a few minutes, checking myself out in the mirror beside a luminous green, 'Never give up!'.

I felt cute. I had put on a powder blue gym tee, a black pair of shorts. I was starting to like the way I looked, appreciating the small amount of muscle growing on my arms. My legs had started to gain definition, I was starting to admire my ass -

'Looking good man,' called out a voice from the entrance. I looked around and it was the same guys who had rescued me from the bench my last visit.

I felt the blood rush to my face , as I looked down at the ground, giving them a thumbs up, 'Cheers' I shouted back, my voice not quite as solid as I would have liked. 'Fuck. Why did the hot guys at the gym have to see that. Probably laughing at me flexing.

'Give us a shout if you need a spot on anything! Have a great workout!' the shorter of the two called out.

The paranoid part of me wondered if they were laughing at me. 'No,' I reassured myself, ' they don't know you, so why would they. They're just being nice. Don't get in your head' I squeezed my fists and took a calming breath before moving over to the low row, a little unnerved it was in front of the squat rack where these two guys were getting warmed up.

I steeled myself, and did my warm up set, focusing on contracting my scapula like Jake had taught me. Making the motion good and controlled. Taking my break after the first set I looked at them.

The pair of them were lean, but well defined muscles were obvious even in their loose tops. They couldn't be older than 25 I thought. The taller had one side of his hair cut short, the longish almost viking blonde hair swept to the side and styled, aN almost rugged face, faint gold stubble highlighting the shapely jaw.

His friend though had much neater brown hair, a slight fringe  flicked to the left. His face was slightly rounder, big eyed, slight button nose. Cute.

The taller one stepped behind his friend as he took the weight and started squatting. I had a moment of jealousy as I saw him warm up with my finishing weight.

As they both bent down, the taller almost spooning his friend, their arms were on obvious display. Both of them had quite intricate sleeve tattoos. The smaller had what looked like a flock of birds going up his arm, black and white, with beautiful shade work making each one stand out. One small bright red one flew in the middle of the flock seeming to weave between the birds. The larger was some kind of sea scene, with large tentacles grabbing onto what seemed a boat, bright and filled with colour.

They re-racked and switched places. I returned to my workout. Tired and sore, I headed to the cardio area. I took off my shoes and began to do some kicks on the bag, working on my turning and half turning kicks. It wasn't long before the other pair popped in.

'You were looking strong today,' he said,his voice deep, almost gravely. 'You had good form, good range of motion'. He and his friend took off his own shoes and they put on a pair of straps.

'Thanks,' I said shyly, ' I think you were warming up with my finishing weight'.

The younger one laughed, his voice a little higher and full of warmth 'I wouldn't compare yourself. We've been doing this for a bit longer. And Peter is a bit of a fitness freak - pushes me hard'

He stood by the bag as Peter began to start a timer on his phone, 'You never complain Micky' he muttered, signalling for him to start. Micky's foot slammed into the bag at full force, loud echoes filling the small room. I took this as a good time to continue, adding the sound of my own kicks to the racket.

A small bell chimed, and Micky stopped, sweat staring to break on his temple. I paused at the same time as Peter took Micky's space, kicking what seemed even harder, but not quite at the same speedy pace.

Micky jogged over to me, panting. 'Hi,' he raised a hand, panting, 'I'm Micky. I've seen you here a few times'

' Stephen' I gasped, raising my own.

'Hi. Sorry, tell me to fuck off, but thought you might like some advice. Sorry I run a taekwondo club.' he said half smiling, half apologetically. 'Try putting your knee across the bag when you kick. ' He raised his knee, chambering it and flicking his foot out. 'You're stopping here, at the edge of the bag, so I makes a loud noise, but it's really just a slap.

He moved his knee a few inches to his left.  'If you try from this position, you'll actually kick into the bag, not slap the surface' demonstrating a second kick that didn't make quite so much noise that time, but seemed more solid. He waved again, ' Sorry again for interrupting, hope it was okay.' as he slunk back to his own bag as the timer went off again, jumping into another flurry of kicks.

Nodding I decided to try it. I paused and steeled myself, pushing with all my night, twisting my hips, bringing my knee against the target and extending -

My foot slapped against the target and I bounced off, leaving me sprawled on the floor. Peter gave me a hand up, 'Dont worry, ' he reassured me, ' it takes practice.' he chuckled. 'That's happened to me a few times as well - you're okay yeah?'

I nodded, getting back up and trying again, bracing my core a bit more, and getting some more moderate success. 'Thats more like it,' Mickey laughed as he spun into a back kick on the bag.

I enjoyed the rest of my time there, Peter and Micky giving me a few more tips. Eventually though I waved them off. 'We're here most afternoons' Micky shouted after me, drenched in sweat and smiling 'feel free to join us if you see us'

I went into the changing room, grabbing some paper towels to wipe the sweat on my eyes, and spent ten minutes just catching my breath. As I came out I saw that Peter had taken his top off, wiping his brow from the sweat. The man was ripped, his chest covered in dark hair, sweat dripping down him. Micky finished his set  and walked over to him, placing his hands on his chest.

Micky whispered something to Peter, which he grinned at. Micky kissed him, deeply, his hands rubbing over his chest. Peter broke away, grinning. He looked around and grabbed Micky's hand, walking through the gym towards me.

I panicked, I didn't want them to think I was watching. I mean I was, but I didn't want them to know.

I ducked into the changing room jogging to one of the toilets and closing the door over. I peeked through the gap. The two of them burst in, Peter kicked off his shorts  and threw it in a pile on the bench. His dick was huge, fully erect, it must have been like 8 inches. He began kissing Mickey's neck

'Wait,' Mickey paused, 'what if someone's here?'

'Theres no one here' Peter said, still nibbling Mickey's neck, 'Now get naked'

Mickey kicked off his own shorts and shirt, revealing his own toned figure. He ran to the shower, almost slipping on the wet tiles. 'Oh shit,' he laughed, 'Peter get the lube'

Peter reached into their bag and grabbed a bottle following him in, the two of them laughed as the curtain closed. After a few minutes laughter turned to moans.

I looked down, to see there was a wet patch bit on my boxers, but on my shorts. I felt dirty, this was their time, I shouldn't be listening.

That didn't stop me moving closer, listening.  I pulled my dick out, behind the partition, listening to the moans behind the curtain.

Faint groans, 'Peter, fuck. Just like that. Your dicks hitting just right. Don't stop.'

A sound of bare skin being smacked filled the room, as the groans got louder. I was jerking along to this, as fast as I could. The image of the two of them together in the shower, Peter holding Mickey down and fucking him. I covered my own mouth as I started groaning, spewing into my own hand.

I took a moment to pull myself together realising I hadn't caught it all in my hand, and had stained the front of my shorts. I grabbed some toilet paper and crept out, leaving them to finish.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

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Chapter 9 of Saltwater Symphony is coming on Saturday. Probably only one more to go! 🦭

I'm currently working on the last "proper" chapter of The King's Gift, with only the epilogue to go after that. @house-of-the-moving-image has been super secretive about their progress but has actually shown me the first cleaned-up linearts this week and ... you guys!!! They are so unbelievably gorgeous, I'm losing my mind!!! You're gonna love them, i know it! 😭😱❤️

My big bang fic is sitting at a little over 1k, and I'm planning on doubling that this weekend. 💪

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In the armchair, Eddie tilts his head and blinks at him.

Because it is Eddie, without any doubt. The same eyes, the same slightly crooked smile, the same wild spill of curls, even though they're a bit shorter than the ones Steve ran his fingers through only last night.

He's so much younger.

Face so much rounder, eyes so much larger. The crown sitting over his brow is a little lopsided because it's too large for his head.

“Woah, you're so pretty,” he says, smile growing large and awed. One of his front teeth is missing.

[fedoraspooky]

To Be Redesigned

A short Frank n' Sailboat Ollie drabble that takes place shortly before the start of their most recent cartoon series together. Wrote it at like 2 in the morning because I couldn't sleep thinkin' about the terrifying uncertainty of change and whatnot.

Summary: Frank was thrilled when he heard he was going to get a new design for this new show! But when the day finally arrives to try what's essentially a new body on, his nerves get the better of him. He's not exactly the biggest fan of his original design, but at least he's used to it... What if this new one doesn't work out?

~*~

Boy, what a beautiful day!

The pigeons were singing, the cars were honking, the sun really made those trash cans shine… And of course, the bits of gravel that peppered the back of the studio lot were just the perfect size for getting stuck in one’s paws while pacing anxiously around and around and trying not to descend into a nervous breakdown!

…

Frank didn't know why he was out here. Well, no, that's not entirely true. He knew what had led up to this, what had caused him to flee outside and hide behind a bunch of garbage and broken set stuff that was too big to fit into the trash cans, he just… didn't understand it.

He’d been told about the new show he was gonna be in… That there'd be redesigns.

And he’d been excited about it! Looking forward to it, even! He’d never really been redesigned before, not to this level. Maybe a few proportional changes since his very first cartoon- shorter snout, over-all rounder and ‘cuter’ shape… And there were the few notable changes he’d managed to make as well, though that required regular upkeep on his part due to his body’s stupid tendency to always try and return to how it was drawn. It took a lot of effort to clean up the eyelash clippings and hide an increasingly burdensome amount of ribbons… But this, THIS would be completely different! If this went well, there was a good chance he’d never have to stash another damn ribbon under a rug, or in the trash, or on a rocket to Mars ever again!

Of course, this would be no small change. More anthr- an… anthrapam- …

More human-like bodies, he’d been told. To fit the setting. That was all he’d been told so far, but it sounded promising! He hated being a little guy, always getting kicked around… And as of today, the early drafts had been completed and he’d get to try a brand new version of his body on!

He should be thrilled!

…So why was he hiding all crouched behind a trash can on all fours, fur standing on end, shaking like a leaf, and hyperventilating?

…

-!!

His ears flattened back when he heard the nearest hefty metal door open.

“Frank? Hey, uh… Buddy, you out here?” Called a high-pitched voice, much like his own.

Aw, $@#&... They sent the mouse after him.

“Go away, pipsqueak, I’m busy!” He blurted out of panic, more abrasive than he’d intended to be. It also gave away his location, he realized a bit too late, and he slapped his hand over his eyes. Damn it!

“Doin’ what?” Ollie asked, now right behind him.

Frank screamed and launched into the air, his skin fluttering to the ground and his skeleton landing in the trash can with a crash. The skeletonized cat poked his head up and shot a glare at his co-star, before climbing out and putting his skin back on, zipping it up like a pair of onesie pyjamas.

“None a’ your business, bub!” He grumped. “And augghh why d’ya gotta be as quiet as a mou-?!” Realizing what he was about to say, his expression went flat, before he dragged his hand over his face. “Forget it… Just stop sneakin’ up on me like dat!!”

Ollie rubbed his arm, grimacing a little. “Well, gee… Sorry, Frank, I didn't think I’d startle ya. But either way, uh, I dunno if you forgot, but the design guys wanna see us,” he said, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb.

“I know. A-and I’ll be there, I just…” Frank said weakly, his accent briefly losing a bit of its comical exaggeration in his nervousness as he fidgeted with his tail. He wracked his brain for something to say, anything to stall, before forcing a grin. “Say, why don't ya just go ahead, and I’ll catch up in a minute?”

Scratching his head, Ollie gave Frank an odd look. “...Is there somethin’ wrong that I just ain't gettin’ here, or…?”

“No.”

“Then what’s so important-”

“I’m gettin’ some fresh air!”

…

“...by the trash?” Ollie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” Frank said, though his posture made him seem less sure than he’d sounded. “Sometimes, uhh…” he swallowed, glancing at the trash can like it’d somehow help him, “Ssssssometiiiiimes… da people in caterin’ toss out some real good stuff?”

At first Ollie didn't seem like he was gonna be convinced, but then he nodded in agreement, hand on his hip. “Yeah, good point… Ya really never know, one time I scored a whole turkey sub!”

What? Don't he have money??

“Anyway, there's food inside if you're hungry,” Ollie continued, seemingly unaware of the baffled, wide-eyed stare his friend was giving him, “but they want both of us there, so we really gotta get a move on!” Ollie went to take Frank’s hand, but the cat suddenly pulled away.

“I ain't goin’,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, I ain't goin!”

“...But Frank, weren’t ya lookin’ forward ta this?”

“...”

“I mean, even half an hour ago, you were all gung-ho about it! Don't tell me you're gettin’ cold feet!”

They both looked down to see Frank’s paws encased in blocks of ice. There was an awkward silence, before the cat sighed and pulled off his tail, turning it into a hair dryer to start thawing them out.

“Fine, I won't tell ya dat. Ya got eyes in your head, you can see it for yourself,” Frank grumbled. “Just… I dunno. Guess I just got ta thinkin’ about it too much.”

“Hey, don't worry about it! It's a normal thing ta get the jitters about,” Ollie reassured him. “I never got this big of an overhaul before, either.”

“Yeah, but-” Frank started, but he knew there was no way he could describe exactly what he was scared of without outing himself. He couldn't risk the studio finding out exactly what they'd gotten their hands on in that vault sale... what valuable ‘property’ they'd been unknowingly sitting on this whole time. He may not be at the height of his popularity anymore, but even now he felt shackled by his old fame… Falling by the wayside meant he’d finally been able to take a new direction in his life, but he also knew how greed worked. If the studio heads found out they owned THE ‘Felicity the Cat’, all the effort he’d put in to reinvent himself, to finally live his own life in whatever way he could, would be useless. He knew the execs would never see him as a person. They’d see dollar signs, and… it’d all be over.

And what if they already found out? It was an irrational fear, he knew that, but one he often had nightmares about. In this case it’d be even worse- it was relatively easy to hide feminine traits as a funny animal, but on a humanoid body?? What the hell would he be able to do about that?! He had some small amount of shapeshifting ability that he could use to transform his body parts for a quick gag, but not his whole body all at once, and certainly not for long enough to last an entire series! He could take off his body parts too, but they always found their way back to him. Normally that was a good thing, but…

“...ank? You alright?”

Frank blinked. “-Huh?”

“Ya stopped talkin’ and then just kinda zoned out for about as long as it takes ta read two paragraphs,” Ollie explained, brow furrowed in worry. He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “...Look, change is scary, I get it.”

-No you don't, Frank’s heart wanted to shout, You don't get it, you don't even know the half of it! But he kept his trap shut.

“...But it's also the start of somethin’ new,” Ollie continued, “And lord knows, we could both use that.”

“...What if I don't like it?”

“What, the show?”

“No, my new design. What if I don't like it?”

“Oh! Well, just tell ‘em what you don't like, they’ll fix it for ya.”

Frank looked gobsmacked. “-Wait. Seriously? Dey’ll actually do that?”

“Yeah, ‘course they will! Revisions are all part of the job, and we’re the ones who’ll be wearing their designs- of course they wanna know what we think!” Ollie said, a note of concern entering his voice as he realized something. “...Your old studio never let ya give any feedback?”

The look on Frank’s face said it all- Ears flattened back, downturned eyes, a slight crinkle above his nose… It seemed Ollie was right on the money, but at the same time, the mouse felt bad for bringing it up at all. Frank’s old studio was a sore subject.

“Sorry… I- I guess I shoulda…” Ollie fumbled for something to say, but ultimately decided he shouldn't keep putting his foot in his mouth. He cleared his throat, maneuvering carefully back to the subject of designs. “Point is, I know these guys, and they're good! This is just the first draft, so it may not be perfect- but at the end of the day, they want ya ta end up with somethin’ you're happy with. Okay?”

Frank twisted his tail in his hands. “...Ya seem pretty sure…”

“Sure I’m sure!” Ollie said with a smile. “...Besides, my contract says if my co-star ain't happy then I walk. They ain't gonna risk that.”

“Huh!” Frank raised his eyebrows. He didn't wanna mention how similar Ollie was to his older brother sometimes- the two didn't get along, and were hardly on speaking terms... But every once in a blue moon, he’d do or say something, or show some little mannerism that just seemed almost uncannily like him. Frank had thought the mouse was a total pushover at first- he always seemed a little too meek, too eager to please… But after a while, it became clear that the rabbit’s stubborn rebellious streak ran in the family after all. Ollie just tended to be more subtle about it.

Still, it was a relief to know he had some kind of contractual bulwark against being stuck in a body he didn't want…

“Well… alright. Why da hell not, I’ll give it a shot,” Frank said with a little reassured smile, holding out his hand for Ollie to take.

“Yeah, that's the spirit!” Ollie said as the two friends started walking back, hand in hand as the music swelled.

“...Though, we should probably-” “Oh cripes yeah, we’re super late,” they could be heard muttering to each other as they picked up the pace to a brisk walk, then into a run, the metal door of the studio swinging shut behind them with a clatter.

[nerdieforpedro]

What He Deserves

Tim Rockford x female reader

My blog overall is Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Tim Rockford Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Tim thinks about what went wrong in your relationship.

Warnings: Sad Tim, angst, body issues, domestic fluff

Notes: I'm trying to write shorter fics to try and get my juices going hopefully for other fics I'm supposed to be working on.

Tim wonders what could have been had he just told you then. That you make him laugh, make him glad that the day’s finally done, that your hand is the one he wants to hold while watching Rocky III for the 50th time. He knows you hate it but you’ll watch it with him because he has you place your legs in his lap while his calloused hands run over your skin.

What should he have said? He wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to lose you. Despite being the gruff man he is, you’d brought out a soft side of him. Something he’d long forgotten since his children were grown and had their own lives. Tim ran his hands over his scalp as the water ran down his back. He had renovated the house for you, your own office, a large shower with dual sinks so you two could get ready in the morning together. He used to joke with you that maybe he should get a brightly colored bonnet too so that he could still see when the lights were off. You’d slap him on the shoulder.

Turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, he looked at himself through the steamy haze. He’s older, more gray than the chocolate brown he’d had. A bit rounder due to those dinners and lunches you’d make him before bed. Now he was back to take out. He’d never thought he would come to hate the stuff but he loathes it now. It means you’re not here with him. You’d put him on vegetable duty while you handled the meat and starches. The doctor said his numbers had never been better and he could stop taking two of his blood pressure pills.

Now what does he do? Who will he talk to at the end of the day? Hold at night? Have to make fun of him a little for his ties and shirts even though you’ll iron them and tie his tie for him in the morning.

He knows you’re at your sister’s place. It’s been a week. The longest fight you’d had. He should have just done the same thing when you asked him about smoothies that he never drank and that you didn’t either, “it’s something to think about.”

Rockford knows you likely weren’t even going to push for anything to happen this year or the next, you’re both in your mid-fourties’ so kids weren’t the issue. You’d just wanted to talk about tying the knot. Taking his name as you’d explained or hyphenating it. He thinks back to the night in question:

Tim’s reaction had been so visceral. “No we’re not. We don’t have to, didn’t we agree to that?!” The look on your face told him his mistake. He should have remained silent or just said he’d think about it. But three bad marriages and four kids from two different women colored him sour to the idea. He knew you’d never been married, that you loved him. You have for the five years you’ve been with him.

He has a rare day off today. He should go and use it to talk things out, explain why even though you’re aware of his past. Likely not about his feelings, most people would assume Tim Rockford would have moved on but he doesn’t. Not easily. It’s why it had taken him so long to ask you to dinner all those years ago. He’d still felt like a failure, a whole ‘three strikes you’re out’ deal. Life isn’t like that. You’re only out when you’re dead, which he’s not. 

In the car, Tim listens to instrumental blues, his feelings floating out of the window with the saxophone. He pulls in front of your sister’s home and sees you sitting on the porch, holding your niece. She’s six but still likes to be held sometimes. You see him and nod, standing and carrying her inside. He steps out and walks across the yard, asking to sit down. Graciously, you allow him to. Your sister peeps her head out and tosses him a dirty look and asks if you’re okay. You say you are and wave her away. 

“She still hates me, I see.”

“Well, she had gotten to the point of tolerating you but it’s back to hate.” Your eyes are red and puffy. Dark circles underneath them tell him what you won’t. He has the same eyes so he knows.

“Sweetheart. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I just…I should have listened.” Tim admits. He’s an excellent listener. You need to be able to interrogate and be a detective. He’d failed the other night though, completely.

“Thanks for coming, Tim. I didn’t mean to bring it up so suddenly. I just wondered if you’d thought about it at all. I guess not.” You turned away from him and looked over the yard, he doesn’t know what your eyes are looking for but he does see fear. You’re scared of what? He reached for your hand, touching it tentatively before grasping it after you didn't pull away. “Or maybe you never thought you would again. Because of the hurt and rejection.”

Your last word stings as his grip tightens slightly. That might be part of your fear, the rejection he gave you that night. He sighs, he can’t deny that it wasn’t, but he wants you to know. 

“I love you. I didn’t mean to reject you or the idea of us getting married. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I…” He pauses. He pondered why it stung so badly when you’d asked. “I wasn’t or rather I’m not sure if I deserve you being tethered to me for the rest of your days. I don’t feel like I’m deserving of that anymore. I’m thankful that you’re with me honey.”

Your eyes are wide and he’s trying to calculate how badly he’s messed up this time. He was honest but what he said did half sound like a break up and then begging. Where was he going with this? Did he even have a plan? You stood while holding his hand then shook it off. Tim thought you might stomp inside the house but you didn’t. You bent down and kissed his forehead and then his lips softly.

“For such a brilliant man, you’re an idiot Timothy Rockford.” His confusion led to a beaming smile from you. “I’m with you and want to marry you because I want to be tied to you Tim. I’m the happiest I’ve been. You deserve to have someone you love beside you as I do.”

Tim shoots up out of his chair and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you almost making you wince. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I’m your idiot detective baby.” A swift kiss to your shoulder as you tell him you’re going to go inside and pack your bags.

The drive home had Jazz and some classic disco thrown in for you. Singing badly together as you pulled up in the driveway, Tim carried two of your bags as you held your purse. The house was just as you’d left it, minus the take out on the counter. You chuckled at the sight and told Tim you’d cook after putting your things away. He went upstairs to help you and assisted in cooking and putting the take out away. Laughter resumed in the once cold home.

“I think I should make you Mrs. Rockford sooner rather than later.” Tim cooed in your ear as he held you after dinner, rocking you slowly as his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Is that right? It can be small Tim. I’m not one for fuss and too many people. Really, I’d prefer a small wedding and then we spend a few weeks somewhere tropical.” Your hand ran through his graying locks, cut short as he preferred, you chuckled from his beard against your neck.

“Anything you want. I’m fine with it, I’ll have to fit into a tux.” He chuckled and you shook your head.

“You know you look damn good in a suit, Rockford.”

“You’re always right honey.”

Buttons on Tim's Tux: @alltheglitterandtheroar @sin-djarin @morallyinept @yorksgirl @secretelephanttattoo @bitchwitch1981 @heareball @lady-bess @megamindsecretlair @rhoorl @trulybetty @goodwithcheese @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @agentjackdaniels

[zonanemona]

OFF SCREEN POST: 毁

No content warnings apply. The last in this little mini-series!

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“...I see. That is quite the tale.”

“It’s true, Director Clavell!” Nemona exclaimed, huddled in the man’s office alongside Lochland. “There’s some sort of monster in the cavern! It attacked Lochland and his Pokémon!”

“Bzzt! It erased our memories of the incident! It’ll go after more people if something isn’t done.” Roto added pictures of whatever it could find on the phone’s screen.

The director sighed, rubbing his neck. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about this subject, children…A Pokemon that attacks with illusions of ice brings to mind the idea of a Froslass…” Clavell hums in contemplation. “If that’s the case, we’ll simply send two of our most powerful Gym Leaders out for an inspection.”

Nemona bit her lip. That was somehow both reassuring and a little underwhelming. The entire experience seemed like something a couple of Gym Leaders could handle, if she struggled at a Champion Ranked Trainer. But it’s not like she brought her all-rounder team from that time. And she somehow doubted Kilowattrel or Dundunsparce could handle that..thing.

“...Thank you, Director.” Lochland’s voice rattled them, quiet and soft-spoken, unlike the usual extreme pitch it could reach. He rose silently and slowly from his seat in the man's office and turned to exit.

‘Wha- Lochland!” Nemona called out, only for the door to slam shut behind him. She groaned, fighting the curses she wanted to below more than anything. Lochland seemed to just be trying to avoid the topic all together, despite that no longer being an option for several reasons. In Cascarrafa, on the Flying Taxi home- even on his blog. He seemed like he was trying to sweep the whole damned thing under the bridge. It was infuriating.

“I…presume he’s been like this the whole time.”

Nemona nodded.

“I see. You may need to give him a moment, Miss Nemona. This seems like a lot for him to process.”

“I get that! Believe me- I do! But if that thing goes after anymore Trainers or Pokémon-”

“I understand.” Clavell spoke softly. “Regardless, it will do us no good to intrude. You may want to rest yourself.”

“...Right. Thank you, Director.” She sighed, getting up from her own chair and heading to the exit. A solemn Roto joins her, both of them entering the academy hall.

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” She states, a sad smile on her face that doesn’t even mean meet the eyes. “I’m not upset at you, and you cannot keep apologizing for him.” She heads down the hall, walking down the stairs. “Do you want me to head to your dorm?”

“Nonsense. I should walk you to yours, bzzt. I can more than take care of myself against the Pokemon of the academy.”

“Yeah but-”

“Nemona!”

The girl blinked, turning to her left. She smiled, arms open wide as her rival slammed into them. Suddenly, life felt so much easier.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“You’ve said so.” She responds, looking at the shorter girl. “I’m so sorry for scaring you.”

Emmy’s eyes darted for a bit, but went back to the same bashful look as before. “It’s okay.”

Roto silently hovered around them, looking around. “Uh, Miss Emmy. I hate to intrude, but, uhm. Have you seen my trainer? I know you don’t want to talk to him right now, zzt, but-”

“I saw him a bit ago.” Her voice was more monotone than usual, obviously still pissed at him. Nemona found herself unable to blame her, quite exhausted herself. “Lochland got dragged off by Ms. Raifort a bit ago. Something about trying to pick his brain from what happened while you guys were…”

Nemona hummed, deep in contemplation. Ms. Raifort? That was an odd pick, especially considering Lochland didn’t even like her- despite his intense love for history. Did she…know something?

“...Hey. Do you mind if we go visit Ms. Raifort? She..probably knows about what happened more than we ever will.” Nemona asked, tentatively. Already, she could see the discomfort on Emmy’s face at the idea of getting involved in the whole mess. Despite it, she held firm, nodding at the idea.

“I-I’ll come with. Honest.”

Nemona’s heart swelled. She really could rely on Emmy.

The walk was short, as the duo (and Roto) heard whispers from the Staff Room getting increasingly loud, Lochland’s anger becoming more prominent throughout the walls. Nemona carefully rapped on the door. It fell silent for a moment, before Raifort opened the door, grinning at their appearance.

“I’ve been expecting you…three?” She peered at Emmy.

“She..she’s with me.” Nemona answered.

“...I see. Well then- come in, Miss Emmy.”

The three stepped into the staff room, a little eerie with it being so late after hours. Lochland stood in the corner, looking disgruntled and tired. Clearly, he didn’t want to be remotely involved in this conversation. The minute she spotted Emmy, his eyes shrunk in shock, turning to Nemona like had sprung two heads like a Doduo.

Raifort locked the Staff door behind her, pulling up a chair. She sat, grabbing a satchel off the table and pulling out a large, ancient looking book. Brown once shone prominently on it, only for time to wear and age it, like wet mud transformed into firm dirt. Raifort opened it, flipping through with a veteran’s ease until she reached somewhere in the middle.

“Children. May you please tell me what you saw?”

Lochland opened his mouth, seemingly to protest.

Nemona beat him to the punch. “Lochland went missing, under the guise of looking for Dunsparce. When I went to check on him, I found a cave. But it was…different. It was completely dark inside, to the point where not even a Fire-type move could light it up. And soon, ice started to emerge from outside.”

“Nemona!”

“¡This could help Lochland, basta!” She cleared her throat. “Upon exploring further, I found this weird staff. Roto got a picture of it somehow, before they went back?”

“Bzzt! I believe whatever we saw erased our memories of touching it the first time, but upon Nemona’s recuse, erased them completely of us even nearing the place.” Roto’s screen showed a yellow, glowing, stake. Looped around the top was a yellow ball of sorts, an ancient intricate pattern merged into it. Raifort gasped, taking a closer look as she adjusted her glasses.

“I don’t believe my eyes…”

“When I got close, I heard Lochland’s voice. The more I stuck around, I felt more..”

“Angry? A deep sense of hatred filling your cores?” Raifort asked, cutting the girl off. Nemona sputtered for a bit, before nodding. The teacher closed her eyes.

“...Ice and hatred…yes, I know exactly what you encountered.”

This caught all of them off guard, children and Pokémon paying attention. Raifort twisted her book around to show them. It was drawing, the type made by experienced artists and painters of a time long forgotten. A white long beast, icicles engraved into its sides and tail- even being used as its whiskers. Black swords that jutted out of the top of its maw, tips covered in ice. Cold eyes leered at them, and Nemona could feel the chill in her veins, even if just a drawing.

“T-That’s it.’ She mumbled. “That’s what attacked us.”

“Then you, my children, have encountered one of the Treasures of Ruin.”

Silence.

“Wh…what is-?” Lochland spoke, cautiously, almost as if he was afraid to ask.

“They’re old Paldean legends.” Emmy spoke for the first time since entering. “A king had four treasures; a vessel, a sword, tablets and beads. They were infused with some of humanity’s worst traits- something like that.”

“Very good, Ms. Emmy!” Raifort’s eyes lit up, a telltale sign of her hunger for knowledge. “Once invigorated with those traits, they became Pokémon- destroying ancient Paldea in a rampage. In desperation, the king turned to four renown Pokémon battlers, and after a fierce fight, all were sealed away.” Her monologue stunned the room, the kid’s eyes raised in disbelief. “For a long time, they merely existed as only rumors. But two eyewitness testimonies- do you know what this means? They’re real!”

The history teacher laughed. “You’ve both encountered Chien-Pao, Sword of Ruin!”

Nemona couldn’t feel the joy at Ms. Raifort’s glee, only fear sinking into her heart. She looked back, Emmy clearly uncomfortable, Lochland’s expression shifting into something sinister, fist balled. “Uh…hooray?”

“This is incredible! The truth, the truth! Could you imagine if we had the ability to find it again? Capture it? And if we found Chein-Pao, maybe we could find-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Nemona gasped, not expecting the profanity that Lochland had directed towards a teacher of all things. Raifort looked quite struck as well. “I-Lochland, that type of language-”

“You don’t know a damn thing about what you're talking about. Trying to seek out those bloody things- are you out of your mind?!” Lochland’s anger seemed to grow more prevalent as he spoke. “Those things will kill you without mercy. That thing- it’d rip you to bits and bloody pieces. They’re called the Treasures of Ruin for crying out loud- be sensible!”

“Wh- Lochland-”

“Shut up.” He turned to her and-

Nemona felt her entire body sag, the desire to put up a fight against his behavior disappearing in a flash, the desire to do anything disappearing in a flash as she stared into his bright blue eyes, immobile.

Lochland turned back to Raifort, equally as stunned as Nemona. “I…I…”

“You have no idea what you’re messing with. If you’re any degree as smart as you pretend, you’ll bury this.” Lochland finished, storming out of the staff room without so much of a word. Only when the door shut, did Nemona get her fighting spirit and ability to move back.

“I..I..I’m so, so sorry, Ms. Raifort. Thank you for your advice, I’ll make sure to ask you more, I-I have to go.” She ran to the door, opening it and running out.

“Bzzt! Ms. Nemona!”

“Nemo!”

Both Emmy and Roto chased after her, leaving Raifort alone in the staff room to reflect on what just happened. At the sudden appearance of bright blue eyes on her student’s face, when she knew for fact they were lavender.

“It can’t be…Azelf…?”

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“LOCHLAND!” Nemona shrieked, stomping down the stairs into the main lobby, seeing the man walking through the emptiness. “¡¿CÚAL ES TU PROBLEMA?!”

“What’s my problem?! What the hell is yours!” He turned to face her, marching in her direction to meet her. “Babbling all of that to Ms. Raifort- do you know what kind of danger you could’ve put us in?”

“She’s not dangerous, Lochland, she’s trying to help!”

“They’re always trying to help! People like her are always trying to help, and then they strike you in the back.” He retorted. “Lysandre was nice, til’ he tried to exterminate the entirety of Kalos. Lusamine was nice until she caused the summoning of a million Ultra Beasts. No normal person is obsessed with Legendary Pokémon!”

“Some people are just passionate, Lochland! Just like you and your researchers, or Bidoofs! But you- you caused that big scene, swore at a teacher for Arc’s sake-”

“You had no right to do any of that. It was a terrible idea, Nemona.”

She balked at his audacity. “I-I had no right to-are you forgetting I’m the reason you’re standing here right now, Lochland?!”

“You shouldn’t have come looking for me!” He flung his hands in the air. ‘Do have any idea how dangerous-”

“I fought the thing! Of course I knew how dangerous it was!” She scoffed. “I mean- what did you expect, Lochland? That being chained and trapped and unconscious, you’d be able to come up with some way to escape by yourself with no help?!”

Lochland looked away, face hot as silence reigned over the hall.

Nemona’s eyes widened. “...No se puede ser serio.”

“...You have no idea the mess you’ve dragged yourself into, Nemona. Legendaries are serious business.”

“Oh, and you’re suddenly an expert on Legendary Pokémon!”

“I am, actually!”

“How?” She pressed, jabbing a finger in his chest. “How in the world would you possibly know something like that?”

Lochland sputtered, unable to defend himself. “You…you wouldn’t possibly believe me.”

“You don’t know that though!” She retorted, face strained as she spoke. “You don’t know what I’d believe, or what I wouldn’t because you never tell people anything!”

“Well I'm telling you now- don’t go looking into Chein Pao or whatever. Leave it to me! If you keep dragging people into this, they’re going to get hurt- what the heck are you gonna do if someone like Emmy gets involved next time. And it will happen- because it always happens!”

Something inside Nemona snapped.

“No te atrevas a hablar de ella así. ¿Qué te pasa?” Her voice was a hiss, anger and silent disappointment mixing together.

Lochland said nothing. He sharply turned and started walking away.

“Tell Roto I’m heading up to my dorm room, he knows how to get there on his own.”

Nemona let him walk away, holding onto her shoulders in discomfort.

“...Take my advice, Nemona. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.” And he started to climb up the steps, slowly disappearing from view. Nemona took a sharp breath, running her hands through her hair. She looked up, only to notice Roto and Emmy on the steps. She turned away, unable to meet their gazes.

Emmy carefully walked down, resting a shoulder on her hand, Nemona returning with a squeeze.

“...Wanna have a sleepover at my place? My moms wouldn't mind having you.”

“...Gracias. I’d love that, Em.”

Translations:

¡Basta! = Enough!

No te atrevas a hablar de ella así. = Don’t you dare talk about her like that.

¿Qué te pasa? = What’s wrong with you?

[z-eusie]

Hey First of all, i love your fics.

What do you think the big six looks like? I remember reading one of your fics that said Zeus is a curly blondie. But i want to know about the others as well.

thank you!!!!

and i am SO SOSOSOSOSOSO EXCITED about this question because i realized i have said very little about their appearances beyond key details (zeus' hair and eyes, hades and hera's curls, poseidon's size, etc etc) so i'm happy to share!! this is also going to get long so i apologize

zeus is the easiest for me to describe because my vision of him is clearest, but he's definitely got the golden thing down. he IS a blondie, with wavy-ish hair that sorta comes down his neck a bit. it's always a little messy, but in that annoyingly put-together sort of way.

( i think i tend to picture the gods as looking a bit younger than some, so zeus looks like he's in his forties, ish, but i imagine it's really hard to pin down a physical age for gods - not just because they're immortal and ageless, but also because i find that probably tends to shift a little depending on the situation. so zeus might look wiser / older when he's leading, but younger when he's just around his family, even if the changes are subtle. )

anyway, zeus also has very bright blue eyes - i describe them as electric, not just for the pun, but also because they are shockingly vibrant, and brimming with this sort of wisdom that is representative of his station. he's got a very ethereal, "galadriel in lotr" look about him, sometimes. he's got a slightly more slender build than some of the other gods, though he's still quite muscular - toned, more than bulky - and of course there's the scars. he's covered in them, head to toe in intricate patterns, faint but still noticeable. he also dresses very well - the highest of fashion in numerous colours, and he's always wearing tons of jewelry. rings, necklaces, earrings, you name it. always in gold, though.

hera is BEAUTIFUL let's get that straight!!! she's the most stunning lady on the scene and i will not hear anything else!! she's got the most beautiful, long dark brown curls you've ever seen, thick and full, and she's always got some kind of intricate braid in it or pretty gems, though lets it loose when she's home with zeus <3 she's got the darkest, most knowing eyes ever and she'll bat those pretty long lashes at you or glare daggers, and that's just the power in them.

she's tall, athletic, and has a toned set of abs, okay. she's quite tall, only a little bit shorter than zeus, and super graceful in proportion. she also dresses very well (zeus and hera's taste = expensive), and she goes all out when dressing up, though is more comfortable dressing down than her husband is. i actually get a lot of inspo from this actress and these photos in particular, mostly for the hair and the outfits and the smile!! the red dress and teal pants are everything.

her age, like zeus', is hard to pinpoint, and she can sometimes look very motherly / older / wiser when she wants to, though can also be quite youthful in other situations.

demeter is unassuming a little bit, in stature and appearance. this is not to say she isn't beautiful - because she absolutely is. i think people just tend to underestimate or undervalue her based on her appearance, and they always regret it lol. she's got darker skin than the rest of her siblings, and wonderful curls, shorter than hera's but a lot more volume, that she usually keeps pinned back in some way. her eyes are a rich, earthy brown, almost tinged with some green, and she's got a light splattering of freckles, too.

demeter is incredibly strong. she doesn't have toned muscles, but she's bulky and packs a punch. she's chubby too, with a belly and bigger thighs and a rounder face. it's also incredibly important to me to mention that demeter has stretchmarks and wears them proudly. she dons a lot of comfortable clothes, things that are easy to work in and are practical for the outdoors - simple jeans, t-shirts, etc, though dresses up with sundresses in modern day <33 she always looks a bit older, more motherly, though can sometimes appear youthful too.

poseidon, like demeter, has darker skin too from all that time in the sun. he's got black hair, wild and wavy, that he alternates between keeping long and free flowing or cut short so it doesn't get in his way. he's got a big, dark beard, and every inch of him is covered in body hair - thickest on his chest and legs. he's massive, super tall, with broad shoulders and a lot of muscle. he's chubby too, with a bigger belly and chest. he's got a strong, squared face and deep green eyes.

i'm also really obsessed with poseidon having tattoos of sea creatures on his arms and he may have his nipples pierced. he cares a lot less about his appearance than some, though he still puts in a bit of effort. he likes shoes more than anything, so will center his outfits around that hgjfnmg. he is also very hard to pin down in age, though tends to opt for slightly more youthful than his sisters and hades.

hestia is a cute patootie!!! and also beautiful, though in a much softer sort of way. she has warm brown hair, reaching her mid-back, with slight waves in it that she likes to braid. she's on the paler side, covered in freckles, with small, "elfish" features like a thin nose and high cheekbones. her eyes are a reddish-brown and sometimes glow like flames when she's excited. she's easily the shortest of her siblings, very short at that, and she's quite thin, almost too thin.

she wears very modest clothing in present day, and covers up with sweaters or long dresses and sometimes even ties her hair back in a sort of veil. she seems quite unassuming - not in the same way as demeter which is just a down-to-earth lack of glamour - but in a home-y way. hestia feels familiar and comfortable, and this includes in her appearance.

hades looks a lot like hera and shares some of the same characteristics - thick dark curls, graceful way of carrying himself, dark eyes and a look that can kill - but he's paler than her, his hair is shorter and only reaches his shoulders, and he's lankier than hera too. hades is still muscular, and he's very tall, but he's slightly less proportioned. he's just.. long, in every way, and he's very angular. sharp chin and nose, long fingers, etc.

i made a post on my roleplay blog about hades having a septum piercing and while it's probably a bit out of character, i'm still obsessed with modern hades having it as a way of proving a point to his daughter makaria, who insists he's incapable of being spontaneous. he also dresses very well, in dark / jewel toned colours, and always has a couple of rings on his fingers. he's got a couple streaks of grey in his hair (its the anxiety and stress) and he's got his fair share of scars, too.

this is just my headcanon and based on vibes. this is also just them in their run of the mill, most humanoid forms, which is what i default to - i think they can and do look more "divine" on occasion, and can have otherworldly traits. but yeah, this is how i view them!! as a bonus: zeus and hestia look most like rhea, and demeter and poseidon look most like cronus. hera and hades are a healthy middle.

[atoriv-art]

I’m deeply in love with your artstyle! What do you headcanon for the Naruto characters appearances and how did you come to that?

thank you!! assuming you mean facial features + body types and the like, it's honestly a very "vibes"-based approach AKSDMKM i wrote down a feeew of my thoughts in [ this post ] (which i doodled as i was still not done watching naruto LMAO) but it's mostly about like.. picking aspects of the character that jump out to me and thinking about how to incorporate that in my interpretation of them, a lot of the time it's their eyes (for example i Adore itachi's stupid prettyboy eyelashes so i knew i wanted to draw those) but it could be just about anything; some examples of my beloved Guys:

with itachi i wanted a 'ghostly' kind of look to him because he is very aloof and distant, i also like having him be Long and Bony for a lack of a better word for the same reason?

with sasuke i wanted a very sweet and earnest "trying to look tough but failing because he's a little guy" vibe, mostly because those are the thoughts that were going thru my brain in any given sasuke scene in our naruto watch

for kakashi i needed his prettyboy charms coupled with his depressed everything

etc! it's hard to convey how/why something comes off a certain way, and that's mostly because imo any given appearance can be used to convey any sort of idea depending on execution! it's not Just "round = friendly and triangle = angry" yk you gotta like. flavor it for the lack of a better word

i'll put the rest under a read more so it's not too long ^^

for more general examples here's my kabuto (yeah i'm a kabuto liker. woe.), konan and nagato

kabuto (esp. in shippuden) has sharper features and i also wanted to go with a face type i'm not AS used to drawing for funsies, i also think the Angles contrast well with his (...stupid...) glasses.

kabuto is an adult but he's still very young esp when we first meet him so when drawing his younger self i'd like to put emphasis on that (especially because he presents himself as friendly), thus the slightly rounder features. by contrast in shippuden he's Going Through Some Things so the spikes in his hair are emphasized and he looks a bit more mature

konan for me sticks out as like, "bold"? not aggressive but very intense if that makes any sense, she's a very serious person and you can tell from the moment you see her, nagato ofc has the rinnegan so his eyes have to be the main feature of his face, and similar to itachi he has a thinner body type... what i wanted with him was similarly a very serious person with a lot of edge to his gaze due to his special dojutsu. and finally on a more subjective level i wanted them to look like they match/belong together because i'm very normal about them ♥

i also enjoy conveying character through how hair is maintained, so for nagato he lets his hair grow kind of however it wants to, konan is more meticulous about hers (tho i forgot to draw her bun in that LOL), and kabuto (given when his design transitions to the shorter hair) i very much picture cutting his in a moment of crisis (pictured below. <3)

there's also always like.. the Fullness of the hair if it makes sense, i enjoy drawing 'fluffier' stereotypical anime hairstyles a lot but i also really like having people like itachi with finer hair and such, i also think varying that between characters gives each a more unique charm :)

one should also note that a lot of the times the physical features are only half the impression, the other half is how they carry themselves and body language conscious And subconscious!

i think in general studying from life will never lead you wrong (even if your style isn't 'realistic', like, mine certainly has anime leanings), and being mindful of what kind of choice/feature you give someone and what you think that implies about them is always important :) the characters i draw are all characters i like so i try to let whatever makes me fond about them have an influence ^^

it's a constant learning process imo i personally find that even if i like how i draw faces Now i often find them wonky like, 6 months later? but i take that less to mean that i drew them Bad and more to mean i've improved lol

[yesterdaysnewts]

hits your mid naughties british police drama with my warrior-cats-ification beam

some extra notes and that under the cut

Naming

Fits a couple categories

1) Follows their initials (Annie - Asphodelcreep, Chris - Cressstrike)

2) already sounds like their name (Ray - Starlingclaw)

3) Name already works as a prefix (Gene - Huntstar)

4) was gonna follow the initials route but I couldn't find owt I liked so went with somet else (Sam - Sandmartinpelt)

Onto individual designs

Sam | Sandmartinpelt

Wanted to get the jacket into his design in some way, as well as his sideburns

his 06 design has a dorsal stripe of the second darkest colour for 73 with his tail then being solidly that colour too

the lines down from his eyes are, tbh, purely there as I felt his face were too bland without - I couldn't think what other design would go

Will probably make his face rounder in the future and his side burns shorter

The prefix 'Sandmartin' is because you can shorten it to 'San' which is close enough to Sam for me, as well as take 'Mar' from the middle, a nice little nod to why Sam Williams was originally under cover in LoM

backstory does actually translate over well into - was leader of the Clan, hit by a car, wakes up in the past not as the clans leader

Is demoted down further than just one step tho - is a warrior in 73 - explained in Hunt's bit

Gene | Huntstar

His surname can already translate over into a wc prefix - so Huntstar

Took me the longest to design, mainly just cos I kept making him too light and having to go mess around with the values

only one I have a specific breed in mind for - Maine Coon

The scar on his leg is from 'getting shot' in the finale (obviously tho in this case he wasn't shot, probably mauled by dogs or somet)

bobtailed just cos he has them vibes yknow

The stripes going horizontal from his eyes are meant to contrast to Sam's going down vertical

dark front paws = driving gloves

Was deputy to Woolf, becomes leader after what would be 2x02, makes Sam his deputy

Annie | Asphodelcreep

Was always gonna be a black and white cat, somet that has just not changed at all since I started designing them

one of the cats that is just all fluff yknow

former kittypet - her home was near the clans territory and was something like a daylight warrior, her becoming a DC in 2x01 is her becoming a warrior full time in this

collar was red like her dress in 1x08

arguably the design I am most happy with and probably wont change at all

Name chosen mainly cos her initials are A.C. and I wanted it to match

Chris | Cressstrike

The prefix 'cress' was chosen cos it sounds like Chris and that is it

Is either the Clan's youngest warrior at the time Sam arrives, or one of the older apprentices who is massively struggling with Sam then taking over being his mentor (taken from Chris referring to Sam as a mentor in A2A)

Had to redo his entire design cos I accidentally made it piss ugly

Ray | Starlingclaw

Carling - Starling, it was low hanging fruit

Gene's former apprentice, I think it fits their dynamic well, especially Gene saying 'these men think they're made in my image' (paraphrasing) in 1x07

Curly fur cos I'm obsessed with his fucking perm in A2A

Will make him stockier and a more similar stature to Gene in the future

I think the antagonistic, generic brown tabby thing wcs does fits him well, like yeahh thats him

[yumomia]

So now I obviously know what Mia, Mo, and Yuko all look like.

But I know for certain people they might vision them differently in their own head/fic stories.

So in your Mia and Me fanfics what am I supposed to be picturing when thinking of more specifically Yuko and Mo. Mo especially I’m interested to know.. like every little detail so please do describe them all to me 😭what’s his hair type? Did you make his skin darker? (Brown would look lovely if u ask me) what’s his nose shape like? Any beauty marks? Same for Yuko?? What’s going on appearance wise?

OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS

roughly, this is what the trio looks like, including mia's human form! but i'll do a quick rundown of specifics!!

mia: mia is the SPITTING IMAGE of her father, especially when she's in the human world. she has loose brown curls that reach down to about her upper back and her ears pierced. light brown freckles are on her cheeks, and she has a bigger beauty mark on her right cheek (the picrew i used didn't have that option lol). she's the shortest of the trio. in the human world, she has little pink streaks running through her hair that she usually has to use a spell to cover. there's a scar that can be seen stretching above her elf dress (which is the same as canon), almost reaching her neck, from fighting panthea. she likes to wear long sleeves to cover her bracelet, but as it's the middle of summer where we currently are in the story, she doesn't get that option much. her ears are a LITTLE bit pointed in the story when she's in the human world, and her wings are light pink, like in canon!

yuko: yuko is lithe and muscular. she has red hair that just brushes her shoulders when she lets it down, though she never does. she has a small mark shaped like a sun on her right cheek. it's not as obvious as her star from canon is, it glows gold when yuko uses a lot of magic. it's shaped like this!

her eyes are sapphire blue, and she tends to wear small blue gemstones in her hair. just because she's a badass warrior doesn't mean she can't look cute! she's also the only one (in canon as well) that wears real shoes! yuko wears gladiator sandals that lace up around her calves (whereas mia basically wears thigh-high socks and mo has half his foot out). when she can, she likes painting things on herself, like poetry and other little doodles, though she tends to only do that if she knows she won't have to fight anytime soon, so mia hasn't gotten to see the doodles. yuko has a roman nose, because i have a roman nose and i WILL project onto every one of these characters, so she has the small bump in the bridge of her nose. she has the most scars as well, from hundreds of fights over the years. her wings are the same yellowy-orange as from canon, though they are longer than mia's. she's the second-tallest in the group.

mo: mo is the one i changed the most, obviously. he's got dark brown skin (as does mayla, btw. they aren't blood related but in my heart mayla has dark skin and wears her hair in long braids). his curls are about 3b and his hair is like canon, so black it's almost blue. he has a rounder face than yuko does. his nose is flatter than the other two (and as stated in s1e20, they think it's adorable). he has way less scars than yuko. most of his tend to be on his hands from muncs' snakebites. technically, he's supposed to be wearing his crown everywhere, but mayla and raynor realized long ago that that's a lost cause and gave up lol. he's the tallest of the trio, beating yuko by about two inches, but his wings are shorter than hers, longer than mia's. his eyes are an indigo-sort of purple, the same as his friendship ring. he fidgets when he's uncomfortable, most often playing with his friendship ring or opening and closing his water glare. he wears ear cuffs up by the tips of his pointed ears as well, most of the time.

i hope this helped!! i got this less than a minute after you sent it so i've been making sure to include everything i can think of!!

story they're referencing

picrew i used

star tattoo source

[delopsia]

del 🩷 do we ever talk about how Bob and Rhett face the “this dude I’m putting my dick is looks exactly like me” thing? like I know you’ve mentioned they test out the wazoo to make sure they’re not related. but once they’ve confirmed that, how do they navigate the whole twins-not-twins thing? do they ever joke about it? like making the “I’ve always wanted to have sex with my clone/myself” joke?

It absolutely messes with them a little bit, especially in the beginning 💃it's a little bit offputting, leaning in and kissing someone who looks so much like you; Rhett finds it kind of hot, Bob is trapped in a perpetual state of bewilderment.

At the start of the relationship, they have a horrible habit of smiling mid-kiss, like two kids who can't take things seriously. Rhett's voice is deeper than Bob's, but they sound so similar when they're humming into kisses that the reminder would bubble up all over again. It's more amusing than it is anything else.

Rhett loves making jokes about it, to Bobby's dismay. Muttering about how "'s like I'm watchin' my clone suck my cock," and poor Bob is so caught off guard that he's sputtering around him. But if Bob makes the same comment in return? Rhett takes it in stride. The ass.

They never really stop joking about it. Sometimes, they'll even go out of their way to look as similar as possible. Once, Bob let his hair grow out just for the hell of it, letting it go until the ends began to curl, a lighter shade than the dark chocolate of Rhett's. It wasn't until the Reader joked how similar the two looked that they hatched a plan.

The Reader was only meant to be gone for two weeks to visit family, and it was just enough time for Bob to (somehow) get his facial hair to grow out. They trimmed Rhett's hair to match Bob's shorter length, finally broke out those contacts Bob bought and never used, and went shopping for identical outfits.

You can imagine the Reader's surprise when they come home and are greeted by two Rhetts.

In fact, the only way to tell them apart at that point was Bob's slightly lighter hair, rounder cheeks, muscle definition, height, and the way they carried themselves.

Rhett's a big, noticeable presence wherever he goes, with broad shoulders and thick biceps; his gait is firm, with purpose. He's smaller than Bob, and yet he feels bigger.

Bob's more akin to a fox than anything; his body sways with his step, slipping under the radar. You don't realize he's in a room until he makes himself known. He's lanky, nothing but soft, lean muscle that becomes hard to miss when he's next to Rhett.

They struggle to keep it up for longer than a day; Bob's not a fan of the whole facial hair thing on himself, and an upcoming deployment means he's got to cut off those long locks he's acquired, but it's a fun experience.

It's a confusing relationship to navigate sometimes, but it's no less perfect. Even if they do get confused with each other once a week.

[kingcunny]

🦄 for the dance era targaryens

🦄 - Characters' physical appearance

dance era targs (roughly) oldest to youngest

rhaenys. tanned/olive skintone. takes more after jocelyn than aemon, but got aemons pale lilac eye color. not buff, but toned, swimmers build almost. when i read f&b for a sec i misinterpreted rhaenys “hair streaked with white” line as not referencing her age, but as poliosis.

and i think thats a really cool look for her so im keeping it :) if i can get a little anime with it, its reversed in laena and laenor. silver hair with black streaks.

daemon . more silver than gold. pale skin. pale purple eyes. looks just alyssa, big ears, crooked gap-tooth smile. but didnt get her curly hair or freckles. strong but also not built, lithe. for Some Reason having facial hair makes daemon want to die 🤔 so hes obsessive about staying clean shaven no matter where he is. notible then, that while he was hanging around harrenhal waiting for aemond to show up he hadnt shaved in weeks.

rhaenyra . takes more after viserys than aemma, but cooler coloring than him. silver>gold. rich purple eyes. wavy/curly hair. she also got alyssas silly ears and smile through viserys, as well as his sense of fashion. dresses in dramatized valyrian style, not at all historically accurate but looks sick as fuck. canon traits: fat, big nose, long braid, lots of jewelry.

aegon ii and helaena both take more after viserys, aemond and daeron after alicent.

aegon ii . flushed, bloated, alcoholic face. yall know that bit in the beginning of disco elysium when harry stumbles into the bathroom and starts groping his face talking about how much it sucks and how badly it hurts? aegon2s daily morning routine. sallow skin. gold>silver. tries to grow a mustache to look like viserys but he managed to dodge both viserys and ottos facial hair genes, ends up with a little pencil stache. canon trait?: fat

helaena . shorter. rounder face and softer features. pale purple eyes. freckles. crooked gap-toothed smile. wavy/curly hair. canon trait?: fat

aemond . tallest out of anyone here. skinny and lanky. not an ounce of muscle or fat on him. silver>gold. cooler skin tone. freckles?

daeron . i know the book says daeron had the valyrian look but i like thinking that he DIDNT. and thats why he got sent away to military school oldtown. hes kinda fucking with the greens whole “rhaenyra is a SLUT just LOOK at her children its obvious :/“ ive been picturing him with brown hair (from alicent) and purple eyes, but i saw this one fanart where he had the silver hair but green eyes and that looked really cool too. tan skin, freckles. shorter, but strong. curly hair.

baela and rhaena are fraternal twins, not identical. (baela wishes they were identical) they take more after laena than daemon. im kinda thinking about having one of them inherit laenas reverse poliosis, but im not such which. i do think it should be only one of them though.

baela . black/mixed. stockier build. i like the idea of her having short box braids, with the beaded ends. or short twists, especially in this half up style. feels very baela. likes to wear pants+dress like a man. light green/mint jewelry for moondancer, but otherwise doesnt really like to dress up. crooked smile.

rhaena . black/mixed. long goddess/butterfly locs. hair usually done up. always a bunch of jewelry and accessories in her hair. soft flowing fabrics, pastel colors. pink for mo(u)rning, maybe she also wears green for moondancer. lots of jewelry.

jacaerys . out of all of rhaenyras children, including aegon3 and vis2, jace is the one that looks the most like her. little brown haired boy version of nyra. has the valyrian nose if not the colors. wavy hair, not as curly as luke+joffs. darker skin. tall but bad posture so he looks shorter than he is. purpleish brown eye color. able to gain the most muscle.

aegon iii . very skinny. pale, sallow skin, deep set eyes, dark eye bags. straight, lank, hair. cutting scars on his chest. silver>gold but barely even silver, more white. also got alyssas gap toothed smile, but he never smiles so you wouldnt know it. essentially looks like a living ghost. canon traits?: purple eyes so dark they look black.

viserys ii . gold>silver. tan skin. freckles? curly hair. chubby and shorter.

if anyones not mentioned here its either because they died as a child and i dont have any strong opinions about their appearance or i forgor