#honestly I thought hard if I should post this but eh it's part of my art so

[juunipupu]

your art is so incredible and beautiful i jus keep staring at it in awe! from the colors to the way you draw bodies it’s just woah

would you ever consider posting like what brushes you use/what your sketches look like? i love the fact that your work is line-less and ive been trying to figure out how to make it look good :3

Thank you so much! I'll answer two asks in same post because they overlapped nicely :) Brushes and program: I know it's not ideal, but for various work-related reasons I'm still using Photoshop. For brushes I tend to change specifics because i get bored easily, but for these paintings I mostly use brushes from packs by Iben Krutt and Jens Claessens. Their works are huge inspirations and brushes pure perfection! Sketches/drawing process: So I mostly only share sketches with clients and when needed to..but I've seen this question couple of times now so I'll let you peek behind the curtain. My deep dark secret on why I never post early sketches online nor record speedpaints is that my sketches are just plain bad/goofy!

Here you can see initial sketches for Knight and deep-set venom and Knight and the kiss of blade...I really try to speedrun through this stage, because it's merely a necessary evil for me personally. Somehow my abilities to sketch on paper don't translate at all digitally so I've kinda given up on that.

[findafight]

Not me writing a prologue for a fic I'll maybe never write about Steve being on the Dream Team lmao. I saw a pro basketball player Steve post a while ago and couldn't stop thinking about it. Anyways-

At the end of March Madness in 1989, the scout for the Pacers has lunch with the head coach of a community college basketball team that somehow made it to the first round before being pulverized. They sit across from each other, the coach seemingly a bit overwhelmed but not outright surprised. That's good, it means Jerry, the scout, doesn't have to worry about him freaking out or babbling too much.

The team captain had caught his, and possibly others', eye. Good layups, a few three pointers, solid defence, and a helluva lot of potential add up to someone to keep an eye on, except they can't because the guy plays for a rinky-dink community college and only had one televised game. The only reason Jerry saw the kid is because the Roane County Community College Ospreys had put in a hell of a fight the past three seasons. Jerry wonders why the hell the kid hadn't been offered a scholarship somewhere...not Roane County. Doesn't matter though, because they're here now.

"so. You wanted to talk about Steve?" Says the coach, August Nearaly, a bit weary.

Jerry nods, sipping his coffee. "Yeah. Wanted to get a sense of him before I actually talked to him."

August sighs. "As a player or as a person?"

Raising his eyebrows. "Is he that different off the court?"

"no! No, not like how you probably think. Harrington's a sweet kid, but also incredibly...well, not weird, but. Peculiar? He's got quirks. Bit paranoid, but not in a conspiracy way. In a 'no one should walk home alone in the dark' or 'hey, where'd John go? He was right here and then I did a headcount and he's not?' kinda way. Y'know? Like, they're all adults, but he does headcounts and worries anyways."

"huh. Oookay?"

"it-- I'm not saying this to rag on him, to be clear. It just too a while to get used to. Honestly, it's been good for team building. Makes them think of each other not as individuals, but part of a unit that needs everyone healthy and whole to work."

"that's good. He's a team player."

"oh yeah. It's not surprising, really. He's from Hawkins." August says the name like Jerry should know what that means. It's a town, sure, but other than that... Jerry's at a loss. Maybe something a few years ago about a fire? "He has most assists in Osprey history. Some of the guys joke that he's allergic to the ball."

"He's good on the court?"

"Jerry. I know you're here because you saw the March Madness game. You know he's good. He'd be even better if he could afford those fancy prescription goggles Horace Grant wears."

"seriously? Why not contacts?"

"don't make them for his prescription. You didn't see his interview? Kid's got thick horn rimmed glasses. Too many concussions apparently. God knows how he tells players apart when the jersey colours are similar."

"shit. That's why he was squinting the whole time? I thought he was just stressed."

He shrugged. "eh. Probably a bit of both. He takes it seriously, but not too seriously. Y'know? Half the guys were shitting themselves from nerves and Harrington stands up in the locker room, hands on his hips, and gives a speech worthy of the most melodramatic underdog sports movie."

Jerry laughs. "No shit."

Waving his hands, August nods. "no shit! He says all this stuff like 'we worked hard...we deserve this...we may not win but let's do our damn best. The worst that could happen is we lose, and that isn't the end of the world. So let's go out there and play some basketball!' or something, his was better, and the boys cheer. Then they put in fifty points to one-thirty."

Jerry winces. "Must have hurt, huh?"

August grins. "No way. One of the best games they ever played. You saw it. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't. They played their goddamn hearts out." He leans forward. "My boys don't have the same facilities as the big universities, or the funding to offer scholarships. They're at Roane Community because they want a degree or certificate but have other responsibilities. Parents or siblings to stay close to, jobs to work, people to take care of. They joined my team because they like playing basketball, loved the game and wanted to spend some of their precious time playing it. They put the work in on the court and off it. And we made it to the NCAA tournament because of it. We put in fifty points against the goddamn Michigan Wolverines! The champs! And they knew that. I've never heard of a locker room after an 80 point defeat so happy."

"seriously?"

It's all pride when Coach Nearaly says "yep. They may not be the best basketball players in college, but my god, they're probably the best team."

"because of Harrington?"

"partly. They all contribute, make sure they do things right. It's not a one man show, that's the point. They rally around him, but they all are part of the team, and know it. That's what Steve makes sure. Why I made him captain."

"So, you think he'd be a good pick for the Pacers?" This is, after all, a business meeting.

August nods, picks at his pancakes. "I'll be honest with you Jerry. You're not the first scout to talk to me about Steve."

"really? Who?"

"you know I won't say. But, between me and you, Steve's Indiana born and bred. His wife's planning on getting some lib Arts degree in Chicago or Indy, and your offer might be the deciding factor for them."

Jerry blinks. "He's married? At, what? Twenty-one?"

August nods. "Just turned twenty-two. High school sweethearts or something. Obsessed with each other." He chuckled, a bit ruefully. "I'm a bit jaded but damn. You mention her name? He lights up like the fuckin Fourth of July."

Jerry whistles. "Honeymoon phase gets us all."

"for almost two years? Nah. It's just love." It sounds a little wistful, coming from August. "Anyways. I dunno if the other team is serious about him, and if they are, they'll probably be disappointed. Kid isn't moving out of the Midwest. He's got family here, and is getting a goddamn elementary education degree. He won't uproot his life for a chance at the NBA. But, if you offer. Well. He'd at least seriously consider it."

Humming, Jerry chews his eggs as he thinks. "You think he'd be up for the lifestyle? The road games out numbering home ones?"

There's an air of seriousness when August levels Jerry with a look. "If he doesn't want to, he'll tell you. You gotta give him time to talk to his family though. This offer? It'll come out of left field for him, even if I give him a heads up. You get that, yeah? You want to recruit a kindergarten teacher to the NBA without any build up. He needs time to process that and then see where the people in his life are at with it."

"I guess it is unusual."

"try being the community college basketball coach getting two goddamn calls from NBA scouts. Thought I was hallucinating."

Jerry laughs, counts some bills for the tip. "Thank you. For your time and insights. Let Steve know I'll call tomorrow?"

"will do. He'll still probably drob the phone on you, though."

"as long as he doesn't hang up!"

[spywhitney]

Thoughts on ships in The Bear

Sydcarmy (Sydney x Carmy)

I filtered out the tag weeks ago and I haven't undone it yet 💀.

98% of posts on my page in the last 6 months or so is to do with this ship- I've had a lot of thoughts about it.

S3 soured my opinion on it, and I've seen some eyebrow raising opinions emerge after s3 that are kind of wild, but sobering I guess?

But unfortunately I've hyperfixated on this ship now so I won't let go until it's over. So yikes for me I guess.

Like I've invested so much attention to it and the odds are looking terrible, but I hope it works out anyway?!?!

Sydrichie (Sydney x Richie)

It's the older man/younger woman trope. That's all it takes for me lol.

I read these fics when I'm tired of the above ship lowkey.

Their dynamic is so interesting to me.

If there weren't so many ****** **** ball sucking/suit licking on Richie while simultaneously trashing on Syd I'd like it a lot more (probably).

I was going to say how Richie treated Syd in s1 is what turns me off too, but I ship Syd with Carmen so, welp.

If they got together it would piss so many people off. Like the hater in me is cry-laughing thinking about how upset certain people would be lmao.

Wish we saw more of them in s3, it would've made so much sense too.

Sydmarcus (Sydney x Marcus)

Um, are the sydmarcus shippers even alive?

Y'all were done dirty. Y'all didn't deserve that man.

I never got the impression Syd liked Marcus however, but still.

If she did, they would've been so cute, like omg.

Marcus has had Syd's back the most and is arguably the only friend she has.

He treats her like a friend/overtly asked her out as more than a friend too etc etc.

The fact Syd didn't even acknowledge the fact Marcus made a dessert and named it after her is wild though.

Their dynamic has a healthy balance of reciprocation, exercised respect and care.

Obviously there are some that insist they should('ve) got together because they don't want sydcarmy which is ridiculous.

Then there's the "Syd deserves better" crowd which while I understand and somewhat agree, I also believe people choose what they deserve, so that's her business lowkey.

Saying all that I'd be all over Marcus. He's passionate, fine as hell and he's super chill?! Already climbing that man personally.

Claircarmy (Claire x Carmy)

I don't care about Claire, so it's hard to care about the relationship.

As much as the Claire hate is entertaining to me (and very valid points have been made about her), I'm pretty neutral on her for the most part.

I will say, the fact that their relationship has been shown to be perfect up until the s2 finale and Carmy calling her a waste of time was all it took for her to walk away is hilarious.

Like, if you can't deal with Carmy saying one mean thing about you, you're not ready to be with him girl lol (especially when compared with--)

The show pushes this a lot so if they're endgame fine, I just want that plot point to be done my goodness.

Carmrich (Carmy x Richie)

I've read a couple of fics and woah?

I like this quite a bit.

Their dynamic is so engaging in the fics I've read.

I almost feel like I don't appreciate their relationship enough in the show.

Sydluca (Sydney x Luca)

Kind of yummy if it was endgame, eh if otherwise.

I'm being dramatic, see my post here for more context.

The actor is british so maybe my bias is showing with this ship ngl.

He's one of the few actors I recognised also.

They look kind of cute, or whatever.

Fak x Richie

They have moments for sure.

I get it.

Marcus x Luca

I never saw this honestly.

To me, it was feel-good to just see a black man eagerly learning in a healthy environment.

I want Marcus for me though, like I said so lol.

Nat x Pete

They're canon.

They go well together, though I will say I don't have a strong opinion on them.

I guess since we don't see any significant conflict with them/they're very stable there's not a lot of emotional weight?

Nat x Richie

I felt some vibes here and there, you know?

They're sweet.

Richie x Jess

It would make sense as a part of Richie's arc.

Funny how some people that ship them based on a couple of looks hate sydcarmy with 3 seasons worth of interactions though.

Michael x Richie

I feel like I'd like this like camrich, but also it might break my heart, so idk if I want to see what's up.

Marcus x Chester

Chester was chill, shame he only got two seconds in s3.

Knowing Marcus had someone outside the restaurant who's supportive was comforting.

Tina x David

They were adorable in "napkins".

Makes sense they're married irl.

Tina x Michael

Felt a vibe for a split second when she talked about him in s1 ngl.

If she didn't have a husband atp--

Sydney x Claire

I think I saw a fic with this on ao3. Don't care about Claire, so you know.

Richie x Tiff

Clearly there's still love there, shame with what happened to them.

Carmy x Luca

I don't see why not.

Carmy x Chef David

😳 I mean, I get the appeal but in the context of the show, yikes. (Not that I haven't shipping something "worse").

[inkedkoi]

Hold On To “What If”: Overanalyzing and Rewriting Sonic Prime

aka Masterpost & References: Part One

💬 “But, Koi, Prime finished months ago…”

Hmm. What do you think I should do, Shadow?

Shadow: "Determine your own destiny, just as I have."

Well, you heard the hedgehog. What better way to celebrate the Year of Shadow than by talking about the show where he had the best characterization: Sonic Prime. I may have my own bias towards the show due to a personal connection, but overall I think the show is pretty good. Animation, voice-acting, music/sound, editing, they were amazing. The writing, aside from Shadow’s character, is ok. There are definitely some good lines but there were “eh” moments as well. (We’ll get back to that.)

I thought I would give an insight into what I thought about Sonic Prime, from overanalyzing every single frame to rewriting Season 3, and finally explain whatever the hell I had on my bingo card (the one I made before Season 3 was released).

Due to the image limit, this will be the masterpost for all of the sections:

References: [this post] // 2 // 3 Plot Holes (x) Connections: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 Bingo Card: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 Rewrite 1 // 2 // 3 Remaining Questions & Final Thoughts (x)

(also available in the "🌻 hold on to what if" tag down below)

⚠️ Spoilers for the whole series, all media here belong to their respective creators. ⚠️

✨//🌻//✨

Before we get into it…

As the internet is, I want to clarify some things:

1. I’m not a die-hard Sonic fan so some things may not be 100% accurate. I honestly entered into the fandom when Sonic Frontiers was announced. My first exposure to Sonic at all was the Sonic Unleashed Animated short film, “Night of the Werehog”, when I was like 14 so I caught myself up with Sonic lore in between releases of each season of Prime. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about anything.

2. There's this whole debacle on whether or not Prime is part of the canon. News has recently been brought up that the Prime Team didn't acknowledge the comments made by Ian and the lore team about inconsistencies. It didn't surprise me at all. The show wasn't going to be part of the canon to begin with, which was abundantly clear by the show's writing. It feels like the writers copied from a wiki. There were so many scenes where instead of taking the moment to breathe and have character development, they put fighting scenes, more so in season three.

💬 "What about the references, Shadow's characterization, etc?"

Actually, we wouldn't have them if not for some of the crew fighting SO hard to get that into the show. The animators, storyboard artists, voice actors, editors, and many others — some are legit Sonic fans and others wanted to please the fandom. They have done such a great service to the fans with what they could, so could we just give a round of applause to the creative crew behind this? 👏👏👏 To the crew, you did what you could for us, and we can’t thank you enough.

Back to the whole "canon" thing, for this essay, we'll treat Prime as a stand-alone thing unless we absolutely have to affiliate it with canon.

3. Netflix did the weird thing of splitting up all the episodes of the series and called them “seasons���. I personally call them “batches” and I know there are some people who do the same, but for our sakes, they’ll be referred to as seasons, just so we don’t get confused. Okay? Cool!

Finally, this is for funsies, don’t take this too seriously. I want to establish that I have nothing against the people behind Prime or anyone else.

So grab your snacks, and get comfy. Now, let’s lock in, chat!

References: Part One

Here’s a list of references to other Sonic media I picked up in Prime. Some of them on the list are from Felipe Sonic Hacks YT video I saw while drafting my bingo card predictions, so you can check it out (Link). Whether or not these are intentional, that’s up for interpretation unless said otherwise.

Chilidogs (EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.)

"Gotta Go Fast" (just an iconic Sonic line)

Sonic’s iconic gestures: waiting stance (S1 EP3), finger-wagging (S1 EP6) and nose-rub (S1 EP6 + S2 EP5)

look at this lil' guy :)

[S1 EP1]

Eggman’s Badniks — the usual (designs primarily the same ones from the game Sonic the Hedgehog 1)

Sonic’s super peel-out animation — a reference to Sonic the Hedgehog CD (and other games beyond)

“...sonic boom of a headache” — a reference(???) to the Sonic Boom show

New Yoke City — a design reference to Eggman Land, he wasn’t wrong about the neon (seen in the game: Sonic Unleashed)

Sonic balancing on the edge — a reference to Sonic’s balancing sprite animation from Sonic Games (matches perfectly with one in Sonic the Hedgehog 2)

Sonic’s breakdancing — a reference to Sonic’s S Rank victory animation from Sonic Generations

I mean, Sonic definitely is a breakdancer and incorporates it in his fighting style, prove me wrong.

Orbot and Cubot — returning characters from the franchise

Side note: I screamed in joy when I first saw them :)

1992 — the year of Tails’ first appearance (Game: Sonic the Hedgehog 2)

This whole scene explaining Tails' origin story — also a nod to the pixel games

Obstacle test — a reference(???) to Chemical Plant

[S1 EP 2]

Shadow’s hand back-spring in the first Sonic vs. Shadow fight — the same move done in Shadow the Hedgehog when Shadow encountered robot replicas of him

1998 — The year of Big the Cat’s first appearance (Game: Sonic Adventure 1)

[S1 EP 3]

Sonic’s free falling from an edge — similar move in Sonic Movie 2 (does that count as a reference???)

Rebel’s drill maneuver in beating the bots in the stairwell fight — same move Rouge uses in Sonic X (that I know of)

[S1 EP 4]

The Berries the Boscage Crew scavenged for — a nod to Chao Garden Fruits (confirmed to be intentional)

(right photo credits to ChaoProfessor on Twitter)

Sound FX when Sonic getting prickled by spikes — same sound FX from the games

To be continued...

Next Part

[thana-topsy]

If you're up for sharing more writing tips, how can I tell if what I've written is actually any good? With writing I get stuck in a cycle of feeling like I'm the next Shakespeare while writing but then I'll look over my work a few days later and absolutely hate everything and think it's the most cringe shit ever, then I'll leave it a bit longer and think eh it's not as bad as I thought but still not great and so on. I feel like being forced to write for a grade during school and having everything be marked and assessed and assigned a particular value has robbed me of the ability to critically analyse my own work in a way that's objective and accurate but also fair and realistic. I can analyse other peoples' stuff till the cows come home but I lose all rational thought when it comes to my own stuff

Adding onto that, how do I get to the point where I can stop looking back at my old work and hating everything and wanting to delete it all? Realistically I know finding fault with my old stuff is good bc it means I've grown and improved from where I once was etc but at the same time I wanna enjoy stuff I've made in the past without cringing every time I read it

Hey there Nony, I wanted to let this one percolate a little bit before answering because I've been where you are. And it's a rough time for sure. But aside from my own experiences, I also wanted to get the opinions of some of my writerly friends in the fandom, too, since everyone is a little font of wisdom in their own right.

So I'm going to share their advice alongside my own, because this is kind of a complicated string of questions you're asking. Long post ahead!

@paraparadigm says to Keep Writing: "Write more. Write so much (and so many different things) that eventually the sheer volume bulldozes over self-devouring ego, comparison twitches, or feeling lost, because you don't yet know your own baseline. Coupled with "read more, read everything, read things you enjoy and things you don't, read for the craft as much as the entertainment." And: "I'd add that when revisiting old writing, it's helpful for me to differentiate between "ew the writing is not as technically solid as it is now" and "ah that's interesting, I guess that's where I was at then, emotionally and psychologically". Old writing is also a sort of archaeological record of your younger self, and that can, in fact, be a bit itchy to revisit, so learning to cherish that without passing judgement can be really helpful. I try to treat it like those little marks one puts on the door jamb to track a kid's height."

@mareenavee says "Part of it is writing more, as Para said and I will always second that. Another part is, honestly, the hardest part. It's to try very hard to get out of the habit of negative self-talk.... There's so much work involved with this but normalizing being proud of your work and having some grace with yourself is part of that answer."

@archangelsunited says "Early on, instead of going “this has to be a masterpiece” I would tell myself my only job was to tell a story. I couldn’t tell a story if I was deleting it. Also, talking about your work helps. The less ashamed I was of my writing, the more people wanted to read it. There is a need to hide your work, and that can lead to a downward spiral all its own. And, 90% of the time, you have to suck at something to learn to be good at something. The work you already wrote shouldn’t be the sum of all your skill, it should be one of those measuring sticks for the moment. Despite previous thought, you won’t be stuck at the same level forever."

@polypolymorph says "In addition to accumulating experience via reading and writing, you also have to be willing to reinvent the wheel. Unfortunately the Process™️ is unique to everyone, and even when you are deliberately mimicking a voice as, say, a ghost writer, you can't expect that 2+2=4 for you. Your process might look more like a Lotka-Volterra equation for the same type of work and that's okay. Trial and error is the best way to figure out what advice actually works for you--and if it doesn't, it doesn't mean you're wrong. Don't get stuck on pop writing advice like a sad roomba does on an upturned rug. Learn when to throw it out."

So there's some advice from some other excellent writers! I hope you've been able to find some value in their advice, because it certainly kicked me in the pants a few times.

As for me, I think, having been where you are, my biggest piece of advice is: Find joy in the craft. Get curious instead of critical. An artist shouldn't down themselves over a rough sketch when they're working out a drawing, so why would a writer do such a thing? Everything you write is practice. Everything you make has value because it builds up to the next thing you make.

At the end of the day, you are the only one who is capable of telling the stories that are in your head. This fact alone gives whatever you put onto paper value, regardless of quality. You are creating magic, in the most literal sense! Creating something out of nothing, conjuring images into someone else's mind from hundreds of thousands of miles away, transcending space and time. It's amazing!

Lastly, my final piece of advice is to just write for fun. Write things nobody else will ever see just because you wanted to get words onto paper. You have to unlearn what was drilled into you in school. You are more than a content creation machine. You are an artist, a wordsmith. And just know that there will never be a day when you look at your own work and say "That's it, I have achieved perfection."

Writing is a life-long journey. Just enjoy the ride!

[royallygray]

incoherent as shit rant below, proceed with caution:

in the past 30 minutes I've become really fucking unhinged and like I'm releasing the darkness inside slightly more because I'm making statistically more jokes about techno dying which was and is a very traumatic thing for me and its definitely something when you literally do not properly express to other people that you are grieving so hard that your soul desperately hurts because you have one (1) person who is nearly as obsessed with dsmp as you were and you weren't close to them and it'd be weird to absolutely sob together because oh my god like

y'all this was supposed to be a post explaining why I should eat because I'm having more unhinged thoughts but genuinely we should also at some point address how Techno's death absolutely destroyed people

like

There are so many layers to it. Firstly, it's a content creator that you don't know in real life, so there's the weird parasocial thing going on there that isn't *that* socially acceptable but whatever.

Secondly, it was 2022 and we were like. *just* getting out of Covid restrictions

Thirdly, it was during the summer, where I had little to no contact with friends because I just fucking forgot they existed

and like I had friends that USED to be into dsmp but like. no one that had fallen so fucking hard. I feel so fucking hard. and the only one that had fallen half as hard as me I wasn't close with.

Also recently they've told me that they go by they/them which is the least surprising thing ever

honest to God it was surprising when they told me that their pronouns were she/her

Anyways.

holy shit okay I can't think anymore genuinely

this is

I don't expect anyone to see this other than Mysterious and Peri and honestly yeah

Um

like I have more to say about the god awful effects of Techno's death on me especially as someone who was a minor when it happened like ong it's so bad

just holy shit

but my brain gets more ADHD the more I like try to focus

it's like those movies or something where you try to focus on something but it turns into a bunch of puzzle pieces and then those puzzle pieces aren't actually a part of the puzzle but instead an association that are actually a whole NEW puzzle and you can attaxj that puzzle

I should delete this post

it's okay

is it

is it really

I'm fucking crazy holy hell I need food

okay. so

mission: get off bed

I had the thought this morning of doing a grwm but like on Tumblr through text right

and it was just "pants. where the fuck are pants. where the fucking hell are pants. ooh new pants. there's a tag. where the fuck is scissors. where are scissors. where are scissors" bro I spent about five minutes that I did Not have looking for those scissors

and then I was like "where bra. where the fuck is my bra- no not that one I want the other one because it's BETTER"

id be such a good grwm artist person

like

what do you mean you wouldn't watch that

I should be a comedian

Jesus christ

I actually sound high

not like I've ever--

actually I have

I have been around someone who was high

Jesus christ

also I'm gay as shit

I'm a chicken

bawk bawk

anyways I had to fucking tell this person that "no, edibles are not just gummies, they're literally cannabis. they're literally hard drugs"

in her defense she was getting over a bad breakup but eh like Jesus how did you

girly do your research

like I didn't know that edibles were made of cannabis but I knew they were literal drugs

anyways good on her for stopping when I told her

she was literally terrifying I was terrified for her she was not ducking okay like oh my god

anyways I gotta like. stop. doing whatever this is

so I'm gonna end this post

hi to anyone who made it to the end of this

say chicken waffles in the commentsif you made it this far

[den-ai-d]

Ooof...a decade on this site eh?

Oh no, story time incoming!

10 years and yeah, so much has happened already. Originally, I made this blog back when I was in high school as a place to post my drawings; back then, it was all just pencil drawings on paper. Looking at them now...well it was obvious I still had a long way ahead of me LOL. And to think some people assume that everyone skilled enough in art must have had some innate talent for it. CLEARLY, they don't know what they're talking about because I was terrible at it early on!

But I mean, I didn't really think that of my art, did I?

No. In fact, I'm pretty sure that kid me was very much impressed with his own works. See, that child had a very bloated ego and a high opinion of himself. You should ask his poor friends; I'm sure they'd agree that the bugger could take a few lessons on humility with how he'd be sharing all of his silly sketches to them and pontificating on and on about how nice he thinks they are. Yeah, I was an insufferable kid.

But I do think that overinflated ego of mine turned out beneficial for my growth as an artist because without it—without my love for my own art—I wouldn't have stuck to it.

And stuck to it I did.

Went to college soon after that and took a program majoring in biology. Not much of a surprising choice since I've always liked the sciences and figured it would later on give way to a stable career; funnily enough, while I was very passionate about making art, I never thought it would be a profitable source of income. But that didn't mean I'd stop doing it on my free time though! Actually, this was when I got myself my first tablet! And what better way to start my digital drawing experience than to buy a FUCKING EXPENSIVE cintiq!!! With the extra motivation coming from the monetary pressure of such a purchase, you bet your ass I used the hell out of that thing. I was so intent on making use of it that—would you look at that—I still use it to this day! (Wow, they really made those old wacom tablets to last, didn't they?)

Obviously, college work ended up taking a lot of my time so I couldn't really draw as much as I did a few years ago. There were even times when I could only make one painting throughout a whole month; a far cry to my previous output. But even so, I never wavered in thinking that making art—being an artist—was something that was part of my identity; it was something that I always will come back to, no matter how much busy I got contending with course work.

And speaking of which, fuck that! Got my first honest-to-goodness mental breakdown because of all the studying I was doing at one point. See, I'm the type of student that likes getting good grades because BIG NUMBERS so I made it a point to be studious. To the point of insanity, apparently.

Anyway, I got better eventually and it all turned out nice. Even snagged all the awards I could've gotten for my thesis by the end of it! Yes, I am bragging. I deserve it, thank you very much! (For anyone curious, it was a study about plant pigments and using them in solar cells).

After that debacle, I found myself whisked into Adulthood which meant I finally had to find a job. Guess I was lucky since I didn't really have much of a hard experience searching for one. Got accepted into a cosmetics company for a lab position. Hmm, in hindsight, I think they just wanted a fresh graduate who wouldn't demand a high salary and that was me so I got in pretty easily. And honestly, the work was AWESOME. My job ended up with me coming up with formulas for new products. I got to make lotions, shampoos, soaps (ugh, I hated that one), perfumes, toners, balms, scented candles, and—oddly enough that one time—glue! It was a wonderful experience for me since it blended my interest in science and art with how it required me to think of creative ways of applying technical solutions in order to make products that needed to look, feel, smell, and perform a certain way.

As a bonus, I even got to make stuff for myself! I was particularly fond of making creams with menthol. The soothing chill on the skin is just so nice!

It wasn't all good though. I mean the menthol was fine and dandy, I assure you, but even if I was enjoying myself with the work, it just so happens that it just wasn't giving me enough money to provide for the family. Also, there was that one time I splashed chili oil on my eye. A very eye-opening and spicy turn of events to be sure.

With the bills stressing the hell out of me, I then thought to myself: if only I had a marketable skill that I could use in my off time as a way of engaging with a hobby whilst earning money.

Yup, I started my singing career!

LOL no. I opened art commissions for the first time!

It was a very scary experience, mind you. I don't consider myself a social butterfly and the prospect of talking with other people in a transactional context was a big reason why I haven't even considered doing it all this time. Turns out being poor and running out of money outweighed such concerns. Also, my keeping up with art and posting them online all these years seemed to have payed off well; my twitter having then recently crossed over a thousand followers which meant I had a decent pool of potential clients!

And so I bumbled through my first few commissions trying to appear professional and all put together in front of my clients while consistently shitting myself on the inside. Just like all well-functioning adults!

It was October last year when I started. I figured that I wouldn't have much in way of commissioners—what with being new to the business—and that was fine since I didn't have much time to put on them anyways since I did still had to go to work on my day job. What mattered was that it gave me enough of a financial buffer so that I didn't have to worry too much about going under.

This continued to the turn of the year where I was able to juggle both my job and doing commission without much of a hassle. In fact, I noticed that people were actually really interested in getting commissions from me. So much that at one point...I actually made more money in a month than what I would've with my monthly salary! At that point, it was so over! Like, I originally was planning to at least observe how things went within this year and then decide after if I would just keep it as a side gig or go full-time with art. Turns out I was much more impulsive than I expected.

It was on a bright sunny February morning (no cinematic storm clouds in sight, unfortunately) that I decided on a lark to approach my boss at work and tell them that yup, no joke, I was gonna be leaving. I handed my resignation letter a few days later.

I would've liked to say that it was a tearful goodbye with my cherished co-workers whom I've spent the last five years of my life with but...COME ON, I barely talked with those people! Instead, it was a lukewarm farewell between people who just happened to work in proximity to each other. Eh, like I said, I wasn't much of a social butterfly and no one really made an effort to get to know me so oh well. MOVING ON!

Actually, I couldn't just up and leave because there are laws around these kinds of things so I worked there for another month but all that was a blur. Soon enough, I was officially unemployed!

So like I mentioned earlier, I full on did not expect doing art as something that would bring in much in way of income. My parents too thought the same. They said that yeah, art was a good hobby but as job? Let's be serious here! Well, turns out we were wrong all this time. With me fully dedicated to commission work, I was able to take on a larger volume of clients. Not as many as some of you go for (I'm looking at you, people who take ten or more commissions per batch, you monsters!) but enough that I was actually making a stable living! And yeah, WAY more than my now previous job. What an absolute shock to everyone involved; me most of all.

Now it's almost the end of the year, my plans having all but shattered into tiny pieces. Tiny pieces that scatter with the wind as I look back on the past ten years that has led me to where I am today. A lot of time has passed. I graduated high school, college, then got a job. Then graduated from that too. Certain people have come and gone. Some more permanent than others. I've lost friends and made new ones. Tumblr got fucked. Twitter got fucked. The world stopped for two years. For some, it's still stuck in those two years. I made glue in a lab. Almost lost an eye in a lab. I bought chips with my very own money for the first time. I loved people. Hated them too. Things have happened. Things have changed.

I certainly am very different from that kid who was having troubles fitting in with others from his class, what with being bullied and suffering through a particularly angsty teenage (oh my god I was CRINGE). A kid who often sought drawing as an escape to all of those terrible things out of his control.

I guess I'm happy I can still relate to that kid.

[somebodysthoughtdaughter]

EAH Fancast (Part #1)

Ok so if you haven't heard of @vivi-designs you should go check vivi’s page out. Anyways vivi-designs has been making this like EAH Reboot thing that I'm obsessed with and I thought it'd be cool if I fancasted EAH according to that so yeah.

Bailey Stender as Apple White

Curvier Apple white >>

I didn’t really like her in the Wolfpack show but I’m obsessed with the actress now. I think the actress would slay the role as Apple White, they look similar as well.

@ashlyxnn as Raven Queen

I finally found an person that has the same edgy vibes as vivi’s Raven does so that’s cool. Her name is Ashlynn Courtney and even though she isn’t an actress I feel like she could still suit the role of Raven Queen

Maitreyi Ramakrishnan as Briar Beauty

Four words: Maitreyi Ramakrishnan as Briar Beauty. 👩‍🍳💋. I was debating between her and Sophia Ali because Fatin is literally a Briar Beauty variant, like if EAH was Rated R she’d literally be Fatin but also I just adore Maitreyi. She’d honestly be so perfect as Briar.

Sofia Wylie as Faybelle Thorn

I literally just wanted to use Sofia Wylie but now I love this fc. Like Sofia Wylie playing a formerly mean athlete >>

Anna Lambe as Ashlynn Ella

#InuitAshlynnEllaismyAshlynnElla. Sadly there are not a lot of Inuit actresses in media so it was a little hard to find some but then I came across Anna Lambe and after lots of research on her I think she could be a great Ashlynn Ella. They both are literally the nicest people ever.

Laya DeLeon Hayes as Farrah Goodfairy

Her and the blue-haired girl saved on the Farrah Goodfairy pinterest give me the same vibes. Also Laya DeLeon Hayes is literally so underrated she's literally so amazing. I think she'd do Farrah Goodfairy justice.

Sydney Mae Diaz as Hunter Huntsman

Again I read the google slides and Hunter Huntsman being trans literally makes his 10x better. I know it says he's white Italian but Sydney Mae Diaz is literally so handsome and I like him as Hunter.

Leo.wz as Daring Charming

On vivi's pinterest he's already Daring Charming so I thought why not he be Daring Charming here. Yeah Leo.wz isn't an actor but he's really hot so eh.

Lance Lim as Dexter Charming

I remember Lance Lim from School of Rock and I could've sworn I remember him giving of Dexter vibes. He's Korean and he's charming so basically Dex minus the glasses. I don't know but looking at him still gives me Dexter vibes so this is Dexter Charming to me.

Minnie Mills as Darling Charming

Minnie Mills playing badass girlbosses is literally gonna be my Joker. I know her from TSITP and I think she'd be an excellent (or should I hexcellent) Darling Charming if she dyed her hair blonde.

Gabrielle Nevaeh Green as Madeline Hatter

Last but not least Gabrielle Nevaeh Green. Was scrolling through pinterest and I saw this pic. Immediately I thought this is so Maddie Hatter. I don't really know Gabrielle Nevaeh Green but judging from appearance I think she'd make a pretty good Maddie.

That's it for part 1, I'll probably turn this into a thing on mycast.io and I'll post the link on like the last part. Let me know if you have any other suggestions for @vivi-designs version of EAH and yeah that's it.

[the-savage-garden]

Nitpicking ACOWAR Ch 14 *NSFW*

I'll be taking a break from this for a little bit. A NSFW warning for this chapter, yes I did nitpick that part. I wasn't sure if I should've put the NSFW part as a separate post but eh. I'll probably work on making a post that links to all the chapters during my break.

Chapter 14

-Feyre waxes poetic about being back in the Night Court.

-Mor apparently winnowed in everyone. Why point this out?

-Lucien looks around and Feyre describes the house. This bothers me, Feyre hasn’t been back here in a while, this should have some emotional weight to it but instead she just lists features, no mention of memories or anything.

-Cassian and Azriel stand around menacingly for some reason.

-Even more baffling, apparently Lucien’s opinion matters about the house and I don’t understand.

-”It was my call to make whether Lucien was allowed to keep his freedom.” Aren’t you friends?

-”But their watchful silence was indication enough: let him decide his own fate.” At this point I just want Lucien to make fun of the house.

-”He said, “There are children laughing in the streets.” I blinked. He said it with such … quiet surprise. As if he hadn’t heard the sound in a long, long time.” Well, Amarantha did fuck up Spring for 50 years. Also Lucien probably doesn’t expect it either. (I vaguely remember in the 1st book of Feyre hearing children laugh in Spring though…)

-“That they do so at all after Hybern’s attack is testament to how hard the people of Velaris have worked to rebuild.” Children tend to still play and laugh even during war so I don’t know what this is supposed to be implying. Also, how hard the people of Velaris worked to rebuild? They got attacked in 1 afternoon while the rest of Prythian was dealing with Amarantha for 50 years! They didn’t have it that hard.

-”...standing in this very foyer, warning us to be careful in Hybern.” Oh, so now we’re bringing up memories?

-”The delicate female bowed her head. As much of a gesture of obedience as a fifteen-thousand-year-old creature would make to a newly minted High Lady.” Is it necessary to explain the gesture like that?

-Amren insults Lucien and Lucien is afraid of her. Honestly, I still don’t like Amren so I don’t care. She’s just… boring.

-”...beheld the monster that lurked beneath that beautiful face.” In the 2nd book Feyre had described Amren as plain but now thinks she’s beautiful? I don’t even think the reason is because Feyre likes Amren now, Feyre thinks of people she hates as attractive so it’s odd.

-”Before I could introduce him, Lucien bowed at the waist. Deeply. Cassian let out an amused grunt, and I shot him a warning glare.” I don’t get why Cassian is being so rude here?

-[Amren smiled slightly. “Already trained, I see.”] I’m starting to remember why I hate Amren.

-Reiterating more of Lucien being afraid of Amren.

-I hate that Velaris somehow exists as a secret city, it makes no sense how it can still function by itself. It bothers me to no end.

-A surprise reveal of Rhys for some reason. Unless he just winnowed in, Feyre should’ve noticed already so I don’t get this.

-”...dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.” Rhys’ boring outfits just disappoint me to no end.

-I’m sure the reunion of Feyre and Rhys is touching to fans but it does nothing for me because I hate these characters.

-”...the past month crashed into me.” It’s only been a month? I guess I thought it was longer, it felt like it.

-[Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me.] I’m rolling my eyes already. Like, I like corny stuff but I just hate these 2.

-Oh no. I’m scared of what I’m about to read.

-Feyre asks Rhys if she should tell him about the Spring Court stuff.

-”No amusement, nothing but that predatory intensity…” This is one of the reasons why I hate Rhys, he’s a creep. The word predatory is not something that’s sexy, why does SJM think it is?

-Feyre decides to describe the bedroom for some reason.

-”...the door snicking shut on a star-kissed wind.” The description of his powers still make no sense to me.

-Rhys reluctantly puts down Feyre. So far things are okay.

-Apparently Rhys had gone to Spring to look for Feyre when the bond went dark. Feyre then tells Rhys what had happened.

-[Cold rage now flickered across that beautiful face as his thumbs halted on my shoulders. “You killed them.” Not entirely a question, but I nodded. “Good.”] Wait, I just realized that Rhys hasn’t asked how Feyre is doing, he’s just going right to talking about if his enemies are dead. That’s some relationship they have, right? Sure they have intimacy but what about the romantic side? Besides going “my love” I don’t count that as romance, I need more than that.

-[I swallowed. “Has Hybern sacked the Spring Court?” “Not yet. Whatever you did … it worked. Tamlin’s sentries abandoned him. Over half his people refused to appear for the Tithe two days ago. Some are leaving for other courts. Some are murmuring of rebellion. It seems you made yourself quite beloved. Holy, even.” Amusement at last warmed his features. “They were rather upset when they believed he’d allowed Hybern to terrorize you into fleeing.”] The politics still make no sense in this series, I still don’t understand the whole High Lord thing. Because if Tamlin can be outed from the court then so can the other High Lords, like Rhys who only controls 1 city but the rest of his court hates him and could just abandon him if they wanted to. If it’s because he’s “so powerful” and that’s why they don’t I call bs, all High Lords are more powerful than their court.

-”I traced the faint silver whorl of embroidery on the breast of his jacket…” Rhys is usually described as just wearing black so I’m a little confused by the mention of embroidery since it’s never been brought up before, at least from what I remember.

-[“I suppose they’ll learn soon enough I’m well cared for.” Rhys’s hands tightened on my shoulders in agreement, as if he were about to show me just how well cared for I was…] Apparently intimacy only counts for being “well cared for.” Also it’s funny since Rhys has actually abused, harassed, and manipulated her before, not what I’d define as “cared for.”

-[“She fell,” I said sweetly.] I don’t expect Feyre to be a saint but I don’t expect her to be an abuser either. Reminds me of reactive abuse. It’s not even gray morality, Feyre’s now no different than the villains of this series. If this was about villains fighting other villains I would’ve accepted this turn much easier.

-[“Must have been some fall,” he mused, a dark smile dancing on those lips as he drifted even closer…] I hate that these 2 are getting off to being abusers.

-[It was my turn to murmur, “Good.” Perhaps one of those pretty acolytes of hers would get sick of her sanctimonious bullshit and smother Ianthe in her sleep.] I know Ianthe did terrible things to others but this just makes Feyre no better than her.

-[“Cassian let me into his mind just now—to show me what happened on the ice.” He stroked a thumb over the hurt, the touch featherlight.] Instead of Feyre communicating this to Rhys herself, he finds out by mind-linking with Cassian. They’re literally in each other’s arms but they’re not going to ask each other about they’re well-being? I know Feyre was bad at communicating but I expected Rhys to be better than that, they could’ve gone over this stuff with each other here.

-“Eris was always a male of limited days. Now Lucien might find himself closer to inheriting his father’s throne than he ever expected to be.” I’m still confused by the High Lord stuff.

-[My spine locked. “Eris is precisely as horrible as you painted him to be.”] Both Feyre and Lucien collapsed a cave on him, so Eris started to take them as a serious threat. That somehow makes him horrible?

-They talk about Feyre declaring herself as High Lady and that Rhys wanted to do it in an official way.

-[A smile tugged on my lips. “It happened less than an hour ago. I’m sure you could go crow from the chimney right now and everyone would give you credit for breaking the news.” His fingers threaded through my hair, tilting my face up. That wicked smile grew, and my toes curled in their boots. “There’s my darling Feyre.”] Is that typical behavior of Feyre? I’m confused by this.

-So the two are turned on by each other until Feyre remembers her sisters and asks about them. Rhys tells Feyre they’re at the House of Wind. Didn’t Mor say that someone was waiting to meet Lucien at the townhouse?

-”But he would, I realized. He’d shove down his need for me and take me to them, if that was what I wanted. My choice. It had always been my choice with him.” Right, he sure gave you choices, and not the choices he wanted you to make. Also it should be expected that Rhys would respect Feyre if she weren’t in the mood so I don't know what the point of this was.

-Feyre doesn’t want to see her sisters yet. They’re still talking about how their friends and family are doing instead of each other. They honestly could’ve had this conversation later, after they “reunite” why do they have to do it this chapter? It should be about them checking up with each other’s well-being.

-”...The healer had to rebuild most of his wings—but he’ll be fine.” Healing magic doesn’t make sense to me in this series, because if they have this kind of healing why wasn’t Lucien able to regrow his eye?

-Feyre brings up that Rhys hadn’t been there on the ice with her. Why didn’t she bring this up first?

-[“I’m sorry I wasn’t.” “No,” I said, lifting my head to scan his eyes, the guilt dampening them. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just …” I savored the feel of him beneath my palms. “Where were you?”] I feel like this would’ve been a good starting point about communication but it gets swept away instead.

-[Rhys stilled, and I braced myself as he said casually, “I couldn’t very well let you do all the work to undermine our enemies, could I?” I didn’t smile. “Where. Were. You.”] Not exactly what I had hoped for but it’s at least something.

-Rhys dismisses her concern and just wants Feyre to comfort him.

-[I planted a hand on his face and pushed him back, scowling. “I want my mate to tell me where the hell he was. Then he can get his comfort.”] I feel Feyre should be more angrier with Rhys than this. Because this sounds like an issue they need to discuss more.

-Rhys tries to still dismiss this, even calling her a “cruel, beautiful female.” But Feyre glares at him and he relents by telling her that he went to the continent at the human queens’ palace.

-Feyre gets mad at Rhys going alone, Rhys continues to be dismissive. I know that the human queens are somehow allies with Hybern but are they even a threat to them? I know the human queens can winnow but it wasn’t stated if they can even do other magic.

-”That had been his problem from the start. Always him, always sacrificing—” I wouldn’t really say he’s “always sacrificing” as more of he’s bad at making decisions. He really thought the only way to be the High Lord of Night was by “putting on a mask” instead of learning diplomacy.

-[“Why,” I demanded. “Why risk it? Is something happening?”] The first “why” should’ve had a question mark, though honestly it’s not necessary to even have that first “why” at all.

-[“It’s the quiet on their side of the sea that bothers me. No whisper of armies gathered, no other human allies summoned. Since Hybern, we’ve heard nothing. So I thought to see for myself why that is.” He flicked my nose, tugging me closer again. “I’d just neared the edge of their territory when I felt the bond awaken again. I knew the others were closer, so I sent them.”] Rhys is really bad at being a High Lord.

-[“You don’t need to explain.” Rhys rested his chin atop my head. “I wanted to be there—to get you. Find you. Bring you home.”] Feyre doesn’t want him to explain and I don’t know what she means, does she mean that he doesn’t have to explain why he went back to the Night Court to see her?

-“You do certainly enjoy a dramatic entrance.” What dramatic entrance? Appearing suddenly is considered dramatic?

-[Of course he would have been working against Hybern while I was away. Had I expected them all to be sitting on their asses for over a month? And Rhys, constantly plotting, always a step ahead … He would have used this time to his advantage. I debated asking about it, but right now, breathing him in, feeling his warmth … Let it wait.] This is confusing internal dialogue, Rhys only explained that he flew to the continent for a brief time and Feyre’s thoughts jump to Rhys plotting when it wasn’t brought up.

-[Ebony claws stroked along the barrier in my mind—in affection and request. I lowered my shields for him, just as his own dropped. His mind curled around mine, as surely as his body now held me.] I’ve literally read Star Trek fanfiction with this and I’m not sure how to feel about it here.

-Rhys then goes on about how he missed Feyre. It’s rather disconnected from what they were discussing earlier. Feyre has dropped the problems because she’s now horny for Rhys.

-They have some mediocre intimacy, it reads more like those reader fanfics I glance at (I personally hate them and just avoid them now, but sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me because I forget how bad they are).

-Rhys tells Feyre he loves her, she doesn’t say it back but instead cries. (I know she doesn’t have to say it back but she’s not saying a lot during this that Feyre comes across like a self-insert reader thing more.)

-”Rhys leaned in to lick them away. One after another. As he’d once done Under the Mountain.” That is still not sexy, it’s creepy. If SJM wants me to like Rhys this is the worst way to do it.

-[“You have a choice,” he murmured against my cheekbone.] Rhys bringing up “choices” still repulses me.

-[I pulled away, lifting a brow. “Are you suggesting that I smell?” Rhys smirked, and I could have sworn my core pounded in answer.] Why does Rhys smirking get that response?

-Rhys wants Feyre to take a bath because she has blood on her, he also suggests that he wants to be a “good mate” to her by offering the bath. If he hadn’t been so dismissive of her earlier I would’ve liked this.

-[“So considerate. Though I can’t believe you kicked everyone out of the house so you could take me to bed.” “One of the many benefits to being High Lord.” “What a terrible abuse of power.”] How does kicking everyone out of the house be an abuse of power? They're literally in their house! This banter makes no sense to me.

-[“As much as I’d like to see you attempt to lick off a week’s worth of dirt, sweat, and blood …” His eyes gleamed with the challenge, and I laughed again. “Normal bath, please.”] How is that playful banter? It’s gross, I don’t want to imagine it. Is this some degrading kink I’m not getting?

-[“If you can do that, then what’s the point of the bath?” … “The essence of the dirt remains.” … “Like a layer of oil.”] That’s a confusing spell, if the dirt still remains what’s the point of it? I guess it’s just an illusion?

-”He’d done it Under the Mountain for me a few times—that magical cleaning. I’d somehow never asked.” Keeping note of this to look back on.

-“So it’s more for aesthetic purposes.” Basically what this book series is.

-”My breasts tightened at the slight growl lacing his words. He watched that, too.” Can breasts do that if the woman is turned on?

-”As he took in my breasts, now heavy and aching…” This detail doesn’t make sense to me, how do breasts get “heavy” when aroused?

-Feyre is pretty much just doing a strip tease for Rhys while she takes off her clothes.

-[“Too bad there isn’t room in the tub for two.” “A design flaw, and one I shall remedy tomorrow.”] Why have I heard this dialogue before? Getting deja vu here.

-”His voice was rough, quiet—and it slid invisible hands down my breasts, between my legs.” This should be a metaphor but it’s framed wrong.

-Feyre is so turned on she almost forgets how to bathe herself.

-”Rhys remained leaning against the doorway the entire time, silently watching with that unrelenting focus.” Someone has a voyeur kink, just keeping note of it. It feels like they should have a discussion about this instead of just assuming things about the other because they haven’t been together that long.

-[I could have sworn only darkness and stars swirled beyond his shoulders. A blink, and they were gone. But the predatory hunger on his face … ] I still hate how SJM uses the word predatory. Not sure why his magic manifested here though, I guess because of his horniness but whatever.

-Lots of ogling and being horny, not really noteworthy.

-[I swallowed, my hair dripping on the carpet. “Is the bruise bad?” “It’s nearly gone.” Darkness flickered in the room once more.] We halt the horniness for this?

-And then that emotional part is dropped like how Feyre drops her towel. What was the point?

-”Not when Rhys’s answering smile was a dark, cruel thing.” That apparently is supposed to invoke arousal somehow. “Dark, cruel” isn’t something that makes me think of horniness.

-Rhys starts pointing to the parts of Feyre where he wants to start “ravishing” her. It’s more comedic than I think SJM intended. The teasing continues and it’s kind of boring honestly.

-[His head dipped, hair sliding over his brow as he watched—we both watched—his broad finger venture down. “Or I could start here,” he said, the words guttural and raw.] What even is this? This just reads as funny to me.

-”I didn’t care—not as he dragged that finger down the center of me. Not as he circled that spot, light and taunting.” It’s not even stated where his finger is, her belly button? It’s so vague, if you’re going to write a sex scene why bother with this?

-[I met his hooded gaze as I spoke the words that I knew would be his undoing in this little game, the words that were rising up in me with every breath. “You’re mine.”] Apparently being possessive is sexy?

-”His clothes vanished—all of them—and his mouth angled over my own.” Rhys apparently has magic that makes his clothes vanish. The magic system in this book series is a mess.

-”It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Wasn’t soft or searching. It was a claiming, wild and unchecked—it was an unleashing.” Not what I’d equate to intimacy but ok.

-”His beautiful, mighty wings tore from his back, splaying wide before neatly tucking in.” That sounds painful. Why use the word “tore” this way?

-”My thighs hit the bed behind us, and Rhys paused, trembling. Giving me time to reconsider, even now.” But why? If Feyre hasn’t backed out of this by now what’s the point of this?

-”And it was the longing there—beneath the desire, beneath the need—it was the longing in those beautiful eyes that made me glance to the mountains tattooed on his knees.” Why would seeing longing in Rhys’ eyes make Feyre look to his knees?

-”The insignia of this court—our court. The promise that he would kneel for no one and nothing but his crown. And me. Mine—he was mine. I sent the thought down the bond.” I’m confused by this, what does Rhys’ court have to do with Feyre claiming him?

-”...I thought I might explode into moonlight and flame, thought I might die from the sheer force of what swept through me.” Not making metaphors clear, it ends up coming across as literal instead.

-”...that mating bond I’d hidden so far inside myself grew brighter. Clearer.” Mating bonds are still confusing me.

-”And when it again shone as brilliantly as adamant…” Does adamant exist as a real thing in this world? Am I supposed to assume adamant is some bright material like diamond?

-When Feyre orgasms she’s glowing like a newborn star. I remember this came up in ACOMAF but I still find it amusing.

-”...Rhys shouted my name and found his pleasure.” Couldn’t SJM just use climax instead of pleasure here? Or found his peak?

-I found the sex scene to be kind of mediocre and boring, and I’ve read a lot of fanfiction with a mix of both good and terrible sex scenes too.

-”He kissed one of the whorls of near-black blue ink.” Why go with “near-black blue”? Why not bluish black instead? Or a black tinted with blue? “Near-black blue” is confusing.

-[His throat bobbed. “I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this,” he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in my throat, “but … talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more.”] I’ll believe it when I see it.

-[“Never again,” I promised him, and whispered it over and over as the sunlight drifted across the floor.] Yeah, I’m sure they won’t get separated again.

[sandsoftide]

Ooooo I love your responses! I personally prefer numbers just because it’s easier for me to remember but I do respect noxcrew’s decision to make the event less sweaty lol. I realised after I sent the ask you had a post about missing buildmart (the beloved).

The question about players like Sapnap came as the reddit had a small discussion on if he would return. Most people agree that there’s no reason for why he can’t play unlike certain people (cough cough Punz) but if he does return that’s a different question. He doesn’t have many close friends who play regularly, he hasn’t been playing minecraft since Punz and George were called out and it’s well known that Sapnap is hard to put into a team. He can’t be PG, he only wants to play with some friends and Scott himself said that Sapnap is hard to put into a team because of said reasons. But I wanted to see an opinion outside of reddit lol.

Anyway more questions:

1, what do you think the new game is?

2, how do you feel about people claiming that the event is better because lots of ex dsmp members aren’t playing as much? Not counting the ones who were called out for horrible things, just former dsmp members not playing Eg, Philza, Tommyinnit, Foolish (Which is a wild take as Hbomb and CPK are ex-dsmp players and 3/4 of blue this mcc were so…)

3, what’s better, the new or old parkour warrior?

4, do you think someone in modern mcc could break Techno’s coin record?

5, the most difficult question yet, because Joel was playing mcc before becoming a hermit, should Hbomb have to play with Joel again to add him to his hermit list or do we add Joel to H’s hermit list without them playing together again?

That's a fair point about numbers, but for me I actually feel like most of the mccs in the late 20s/30s sort of blend together for me? although that could just be how season 3 was

Yeah, those are all also good reasons why he wouldn't. I could see trying to bring him back for like, hype/views, but I hadn't thought about how many of his viable teammates have quit the event LMAO. Probably for the best with the way noxcrew is trying to make things less competitive anyways. If nothing else I will miss having someone to root against, I guess

New questions :D thanks!!

for 1) i have absolutely NO idea. I REALLY hope its a team game, a redstone game would be fun but there's no way they actually would do that so. eh. Maybe something with players on different tracks going through a puzzle course, kind of like that one grid runners room with the pistons? Seems like minecarts are involved, anyways. I'd love to hear any theories you have!

2) People are saying that? that's dumb, lmao. I'm glad to see dt leave, but beyond them? Most of the dsmp crew were great sports and I think one of the best parts of mcc was getting to see different communities interact! I mean, a lot of them are moving past mc as a whole and mcc *has* been running for a very long time now, so I don't blame them for leaving, but I am sad to see them go. Although making room for newcomers is great too, and I love the variety of players we're seeing already for s4

3) new 100% old pkw SUCKED. it wasn't even fun to watch the good players, honestly. I hate old pkw but new pkw is actually really enjoyable! Lot more strategy, a lot more room for players to not feel like deadweight. still not my favorite game but it is honestly one of my favorite movement games

4) I mean, it's theoretically possible, but I don't think it'll ever happen. I mean it's been ages since someone's even broken 4k. I also just don't think we'll see a game lineup with the most high-scoring games, it'd make for a pretty unbalanced roster with basically no team games and that's no fun! but 4k maybe, especially if sg ever returns and the new game is point heavy.

5) woah, heavy hitter. I hadn't thought of that... I wanna say it should count. joel's always been so hermit adjacent anyways, so actually I'm checking now and they haven't teamed since SEASON 1???? No it doesn't count. solely because they should team again

[spaceofentropy]

20 questions for fic writers (and artists)

I was tagged by @dragonflylady77 and, why not? Why not procrastinate a bit? :P

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

14.

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

253,035 as of right the fuck now. Holy moly that's a lot.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for Why R U? and now for Stranger Things.

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of soulmates and colors (a chonky metalsandwich soulmates AU)

What happens in Vegas... (a WhyRU? canon divergence with Tor waking up in Vegas, married to his ex)

I just came to say... (modern era Harringrove meet cute)

Amok (modern era Harringrove thing about Billy meeting his mom by chance and being conflicted as fuck)

Like a curse (the WhyRU? heist AU nobody had asked for but they still had to face)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try. Sometimes I'm slow as fuck and sometimes I'm perched on my inbox like a starving hawk, but I always try.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably What doesn't kill you makes you a monster, which is an angst fest built around body horror and body mutation which ends with Steve having basically no hope about the future. But then, months after, I went and wrote a follow up fic where Steve gets to find another monster and fall in love with him and have a HEA, so I guess it only half-counts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh... I honestly don't know. I mean, I mostly write fics with a good ending or at worst a hopeful ending (like Come Close) and I honestly don't think I can't rank which of my HEA fics is the happiest, so, all the happy ones? I guess?

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

So far, never.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep, I do, even if it's hard as hell and I always feel like it sucks. As for what kind... uh... I don't know how to answer... The smutty kind? Sometimes it's soft. and sometimes it's hurried, and sometimes it's filthy monsterfucking because monsters, too, deserve to get laid.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

My heist AU is a crossover between one show, a different show, and an AU of the first show. Two actors from the first show play minor parts in the second show. It's a wild, wild thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Harringrove.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably that one Gallavich thing I wrote 90k words of because I had to put it out of my head and is close to the end but when I look at it makes me feel eh because Ian's part of the plot feels to passive and NOPE!, that's so fucking wrong, vade retro Satana!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plotting and dialogue. And wild ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Smut.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

To quote Guin, "get it checked by a person who speaks that language before you post". Preferably a native speaker who can tell you if it sounds like your easy going teenager was possessed by the ghost of a stuffy academic from the 1820s. Also, it's a hard balance to make it not too distracting, to make sure it doesn't kill the pace of the story, so good luck in your endeavours, fellow writers!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Honestly no idea.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all, they are my self-indulgent nuggets of entertainment and I won't pit them one against the other trying to choose a favorite. I reject this question. U_U

I should tag people, theoretically, but honestly I don't have the brain power for it tonight. If you read this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged. Have fun! :3

[raindropsonwhiskers]

Okay, this is going to be. A little incoherent. But I blame @rearranging-deck-chairs for Daemon-posting and getting me in that headspace of rotating the blorbos with some Creachurs. That being said, it's time for a vague AU that smushes Pokemon into Doctor Who and resultant Spydoc Thoughts (also, plot spoilers for ScVi's late game)

So, Thirteen's team is very... haphazard. She didn't put thought into planning them, they just kind of happen to her. There's very little rotation, just occasionally giving breaks to team members.

Togekiss - Twelve had a Togepi for a while. Like, a Very long while. Hell, Clara probably got her for him (not that he knew that for a time), and it took until Bill for the two of them to become close enough that she evolved into a Togetic. Usually, the Doctor puts aside their old team upon regeneration, but Twelve specifically wanted to pass her along as part of his wish that his next self would carry that hope and kindness. It... doesn't always work out, but Thirteen can't quite make herself give up on that. Togetic gets evolved into Togekiss sometime during season 11, after Thirteen properly accepts that she's travelling with her fam.

Porygon - I just adore the idea of Thirteen with a Porygon, okay? The whole line suits her very well. She picks it up fairly early - while she's still stuck on Earth and building her little teleporter post-WWFTE, most likely. Could she evolve it? Easily! Will she? Eh, probably not. It enjoys hanging out in her sonic and making friends with the TARDIS and eating Ryan's data (when it can)

Absol - She gets an Absol stalking her sometime during season 12 (pre-FOTJ) and can't shake him, so eventually he becomes an unofficial team member. He's not trying to be a bad omen, really, he just can't help but sense disaster around her. Flux is... a bad time for him

Beldum - This one is in the same boat as Porygon, where she could evolve it but never sees the point. She picks it up on a junk planet pre-Tsuranga and it just vibes with her. It gets along with her Porygon quite well

Helioptile - Just. Just look at it and tell me it doesn't scream Thirteen. Funky little electric lizard friend. The Doctor catches her sometime in season 11 and names her Tiny in honor of the P'ting

Sandy Shocks - My reasoning behind this one is twofold. A) it's fitting that the Doctor would have a paradox mon, and this one suits her vibes best. B) if any Doctor deserved a Pokemon that's the result of experimentation by an unethical and obsessed scientist who is also a deeply shitty mother, it's Thirteen. She picks this one up late - barely pre-Flux, some solo adventure with Yaz where they find one and it takes a shine to her (and vice versa)

Silvally - As with Sandy Shocks, this Pokemon suits the themes of Thirteen really well. She finds them during Flux, most likely, as a Type: Null that Tecteun kept (analogous to the Ood?). The two of them don't have all that long together, in the grand scheme of things, but they evolve relatively quickly

For the Master, he did plan his team much more deliberately, and he actually does some rotation.

Zoroark (Unovan) - Is this obvious? Yes. Will that stop me? No. He's trying very very hard to cultivate an appearance of over the top evil for the most part, and underlining how much of a deception O was with a Pokemon known for deceit is very in line with his actions

Lycanroc (Midday) - What his Zoroark spends most of its time illusioned as when he's O. Might well have belonged to the original O, just to drive the point in

Meowscarada - It's a dramatic magician cat that's part Dark type. He chose this on purpose and honestly, it's probably a shiny to boot

Farigiraf - He probably chose this one for the Psychic typing and good resistances, but the whole 'secondary head overtaking the primary upon evolution' thing feels like it should be a metaphor

Tyrantrum - Gives that Rock type coverage once he ditches Lycanroc, but its vulnerabilities and short temper fit him a little too well

Toxapex - Solid type coverage for a lot of things he's weak to, and it has the patience a lot of his other team members lack. Sometimes you just need to lay your plans and be able to sit back and wait

Aegislash - This one is almost purely for the sake of decent team comp. That being said, I feel like it fits well with Toxapex; willing to play the long game and adapt to the circumstances

Iron Jugulis - As with the Doctor, it makes sense for the Master to have a paradox Pokemon. One of the robotic future iterations made most sense, given the Cyberium, and a futuristic Hydregion - a Pokemon I can't help but associate with Ghetsis, and thus Immense Suffering - felt apt

Mimikyu - There is no Pokemon more suited to this vaguely upright bundle of identity issues shaped like an approximation of a Time Lord than this. He's probably aware of this but it latched onto him and they relate to each other. He makes it little Doctor outfits while he's Rasputin-ing

[unforth]

So I've read way too many comments on this so I could block all the antis and it's honestly intriguing.

1. They routinely are suicide baiting like this is a normal thing to say to people you disagree with.

2. They are thoroughly convinced that we would do these things in real life.

3. yOu WoUlDnT tElL yOuR mOm. I literally do. I literally have. She doesn't care either.

4. Saying yta should go to hell. Your Christian is showing I don't give a single fuck about your hell nor do your rules apply.

5. "You should lose your job for this!" My boss at my last job was a huge Game of Thrones fan I guarantee she never thought consuming fictional incest content was dangerous.

6. "You're all freaks." Eh I've been called worse. At least I'm not telling strangers to kill themselves over an aita post.

7. "If they thought it was okay, why'd they make an alt?" Maybe so people who say this wouldn't harass them? Like if people know others will come for them, of course they're gonna protect themselves. As it turns out that doesn't mean they're in the wrong, it means they're scared of harassment. "Those who have nothing to hide have nothing to fear" is such classic fascist thought policing and yall just saying it here unironically like a gotcha, it's insane to me.

8. "None of the ytas have siblings" I can't think of anything more disgusting than imagining fucking my brother, tyvm, and anon is still the asshole.

But the part that intrigues me the most I'd the way their rhetoric is self-enforcing. As in, these people already believe that Most Strangers Are Dangerous and to them results like this confirm that. They truly believe that this result reflects 60% of Tumblr being "pro incest in real life" and therefore dangerous, and this increases their isolation from reason and logic and any form of sense whatsoever. Their echo chamber can't let in a peep that suggest maybe we're actually just. Normal people. Who are anti-censorship. Who understand that writing incest isn't normalization or grooming.

These people have so much to unpack of their own behavior. It's honestly terrifying that there are hundreds and hundreds of them on this post, who really think they're heroes and people who disagree with them should die and somehow believe this makes them the normal ones.

I'm scared about the way censorship is getting rationalized in so many circles on tumblr. I'm honestly horrified that nta has such a high percentage.

I'm so worried about the future yall have no fucking idea.

Also if you see this and think voting yta means someone is a freak, should die, whatever, just fucking block me. You're creepy and really need to sit down and have a long, hard think about the differences between fictional characters and real people. Fiction can and does influence reality, but not in the way you think, and I will die on the hill of defending a real person from harrassment over the stories they tell. Do you guys go this hard at VC Andrews???

AITA for 'outing' someone for writing inc*st?

I (20F) am in a moderately large fandom that got popular during the pandemic. Most of the fic for this fandom is gen and platonic pairings, which is a rarity and fantastic. One of the most popular creators in the fandom puts out a ton of gen fics that I really loved. Unfortunately, I learned after that they write fics on a different account, and not just any fics, but inc*st. I'm not talking about found family. These characters are literal brothers in canon. I can't believe anyone would ship them together, much less this person. I unfollowed them and now, whenever I see anyone talking about how much they love this creator, I inform them about the alt account and their ships. Ignorance may be bliss, but I felt awful when I found out and realized I'd been supporting them for so long and I don't want anyone else to feel that way. But someone replied to one of my comments calling me the asshole, telling me I was outing the creator, and to mind my own business. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[catflowerqueen]

It really is interesting to see just how much of a positive effect Lunar has on Moon's mental health in SAMS now that the threat of Eclipse isn't looming quite as much. Like, it was kind of hard to see in the moment, but looking back on some of Moon's earlier behaviors and those conversations where he was warning Sun and Eclipse that he was close to snapping if he saw another body, and comparing it to now? Yeah, it is very noticeable.

I mean, just compare Sun and Moon's commentary from the Paper Dragons video--Sun was the one who was getting annoyed and made the first threats of violence. And Sun was also the one who had to be restrained from killing the cows immediately in the Captive Minecraft episode. Moon is still Moon and still loves violence and shenanigans, but in a clearly more healthy and happy way.

...Him still being a workaholic and literally working until he passed out aside. That definitely still needs to be worked on, and considering the type of work he is up to and the way things left off with Eclipse and Lunar, it makes sense why Lunar might be more willing to just enable this behavior without commentary until someone else steps in like Monty did.

(though to be fair--Moon apparently didn't realize Lunar was still awake, so he may indeed have been planning on stopping for the night before things got critical. It's just that Lunar still drawing power to play his games skewed Moon's estimates for how much of his charge he was using. And then the fact that Lunar is constantly glowing also probably drains more power, so he has to get used to things in general.)

It does make me wonder if there are going to be any minor jealousy issues going forward between Sun and Lunar, though, in regards to how easily Moon seems to get along with Lunar while sharing a body compared to how things were with Sun and Moon, in addition to the fact that Lunar might seem to be more effective at reigning him in from violence than Sun was.

Sure, the situations are different and Lunar definitely is coming into this with a lot more advantages than Sun had: for one, Moon has a soft spot for kids and Lunar is a lot more child-like than Sun, so Moon might actually put some restraints on himself for Lunar's sake where he wouldn't have with Sun. Additionally, Moon has a lot of remorse for his former actions and Lunar is very effective at weaponizing that, intentionally or not. And there are plenty of other reasons.

But emotions and rationality don't always mix well, so even if, logically speaking, Sun would be aware of all this, that doesn't mean he wouldn't still feel hurt or jealous at how readily Moon accepted Lunar as his brother.

And, okay, Sun did too after getting that apology, and he even noted how it could be viewed as strange how he and Moon are willing to call each other brothers despite their own rocky history... but that also kind of just feeds into my main point? In that their relationship took time to develop and get to this point where Moon and Lunar's hasn't.

...At least, not from Sun's perspective, since he isn't privy to the things the two of them might be talking about inside their heads, or what else has and might have been going on behind the scenes.

(Which honestly might just spark more jealousy that Moon and Lunar were able to get along and form this relationship when he and Eclipse could not. ...and part of that might come down to Moon being willing to admit that he does have faults and accept that Lunar represents/was created from parts of himself that he usually doesn't acknowledge--both good and bad--while Sun even now seems extremely reluctant to consider the sorts of things Eclipse may have inherited from him. Because he definitely got a lot more from Sun than either he, Sun, or Moon like to acknowledge.)

...And once again this got a lot more rambly than I thought it would. I probably should have split this into different posts, but, eh.

[teenandbeyond]

Part 3 Senku??

(if you are available ofc)

-Achlys the 🐍 anon

Senku x Dom. Male Reader

If you'd like, check out my Senku x Fem. OC fanfic that just released! It's called Incalculable! Only on Wattpad and Quotev!

I honestly had no clue what to do for part 3 since there wasn't really anything else to write after the last one. But fear not, Author has a creative mind, so I thought of something. I also gave this part a new title.

🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬��🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬🥬

Part 1:

https://teenandbeyond.tumblr.com/post/670941133189349376/senku-x-dom-male-reader

Part 2:

https://teenandbeyond.tumblr.com/post/673018517439889408/hello-i-was-wondering-if-you-could-make-a-part-2

🧪ᑕᕼEᗰIᔕTᖇY |Pt.3|🧪 (Dr.Stone)

Warnings: Cute, Blushy Senku, Pre-Stone World

What would it have been like if Senku and [Name] had met in the past? Would they have the same chemistry?

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"Hey, Class Pres. Have you heard about the new student coming tomorrow?"

Senku didn't respond but he furrowed his brows, new student? A month into the new school year?

"Chiba. You should know he doesn't care, even I don't really."

"Shut up! You're the nosiest one in here!"

Senku tinkered with the invention he was working on.

He was right, Senku didn't care, not really. What was another student in this school?

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"Did you see him?"

"Yeah, rumor has it he's a gang leader!"

"I thought he fought a gang, not lead them."

"He fought the gang and won them over!"

"He looks so big and scary!"

"Well...he actually is quite the looker...if only he didn't look so...intimidating..."

"I agree."

You sighed as you walked through the hall, ignoring the students who thought they were whispering.

You know what, you turned back to them with a smile, "I can assure you, those are just rumors."

You had a few fights, sure, but it was exaggerated a little by haters. It was easily believed because of your appearance.

They were stunned that you overheard them, embarrassed. Then once they processed the fact that you smiled at them, with a pretty smile at that, they couldn't help but turn a little pink.

"Handsome..." their eyes trailed up and down your 6'2 (since [Name] is waaay taller than Senku, made [Name] Taiju's height lol) figure.

You snickered, "Thank you."

They scurried away, afraid to get more flustered by the second.

Your smile dropped into a relaxed one, before it became a pout when you looked down at the index card in your hand.

Science Club Room

President: Senku Ishigami

Flashback:

You knocked on the door, "Um...hello?

"Ah...Mr. [Last Name]! Do you need something?" The principal smiled nervously.

You rubbed the back of your neck with a shy grin, your tattoo showing on your uncovered forearm, "How do I join clubs?"

He stuttered, "O-oh, I see! Would you like me to show you the sports options?"

"No, thank you. I was actually hoping you had a science club or something like that."

He deadpanned, "E-eh?"

He's assuming by my appearance, just like everyone else. You held back a pout, "I really like learning things, sir. But I'm highly advanced in every subject but science...it's the subject that intrigues me the most."

"So wait...his grades were from actual hard work?" The principal muttered to himself.

You smiled as kind as you could, "So, ah, is that fine? Or is it full?"

He shook his head, "No, no! There's space. You would just have to meet with the President of the club."

You groaned internally, I hate when dad makes my principals nervous around me, people already find me intimidating enough on my own. I'd hoped this school would be better since it's not a snobby elite private school, but I guess it's the same.

You raised a brow, "Who's the President?"

"Senku Ishigami. He's a real genius, very advanced. First Year(?)."

"Senku Ishigami," you whispered to yourself, "I just have to talk to him?"

"Yes--Ah! I'll write it down and the directions so you remember!"

He quickly grabbed an index card and wrote everything down.

I took it with a short bow, "Thank you, sir. I'll visit him now. Have a good evening."

Flashback Over

You sauntered down the hall until you stood in front of the door.

You bit the inside of your cheek, "Damn, I hope he's not some super rude, nerdy kid who looks like a smart-ass. Cliché prodigy attitude, I mean."

You said that like you weren't a prodigy yourself. Your badass appearance made it hard for others to believe unless they saw you in action.

You politely knocked on the door.

The door slid open for you to be greeted by a short, lanky boy, he squeaked and slammed the door shut.

"Ah! The gangster's here! He's here to find a victim!" you heard, muffled from the inside of the room.

You rolled your eyes, "Am I really that fucking scary?"

"Chiba! Did you really just shut him out like that?! What's wrong with you?" a lighter voice scolded, you could hear it get closer to the door.

The door slid open again, your eyes met a slightly taller male, a more relaxed appearance compared to the mousy boy from before.

"Hey, you're the new kid, right? I'm Ren. What do you need?"

You lifted the index card, "I wanted to join the science club. The principal sent me directions."

He glanced over the card and moved aside.

You walked in glancing around at the room, all the chemicals, supplies, and students.

Most look at you in confusion, a select few fear, but one didn't even acknowledge you.

You titled your head at his hair, "Scallion."

That was the first thing that came to mind.

Ren burst out laughing, "I think I like you. His hair does kind of look like a scallion, don't it? That's Senku."

Did you just make fun of the club president's hair? You're not even in the room good yet!

"Hey, Senku! The new kid's here to talk to you!"

"Huh?" called a disinterested voice.

He turned around and red eyes met [Eye Color].

Senku was starting to care a little now. He leaned back against the counter.

You grinned, "Hm. You're actually pretty handsome, Senku."

You chuckled when the tips of his ears went pink, he glanced to the side. "Did you need something?"

Please hurry and talk so you can go, Senku's never felt warm from a compliment before. He's also never found someone as attractive as you either.

You glanced around the room again, "I wanted to join the science club."

Chiba and everyone else except Ren and Senku showed shock.

"You?"

You raised a brow at a thick-eyebrowed student, "Is that a problem?"

They just didn't think a delinquent would fit in a club like this.

"Is that a joke?"

You glared, "No. I take knowledge very seriously."

They got tense, shit, your glare was scary. They didn't realize that getting you upset was a bad idea.

Senku turned back around to continue his work, "What makes you want to join?"

"Simple. I want to learn more science because it intrigues me, I figured a club dedicated to science would be the best place to do that."

"Couldn't you learn that from Y*utube? Away from here," Chiba muttered.

You didn't take your eyes from Senku, "I learn better in person."

You noticed something and walked over to Senku's work station, humming in surprise. You stood behind him a few feet, your arms cornering him as you leaned in.

His body stiffened, his ears darkening in color as your head was a little above his, "Is that...Gasoline? It looks like a long gasoline molecule with a few hydrocarbons chopped off, actually."

If Senku didn't already think you were sexy, he sure did now.

Chiba gaped, "Wha...How can you tell?"

You glanced up in confusion, "You can tell by looking at it."

"Not bad, new kid," Senku muttered, trying to not focus on how much more pretty you looked up close.

"[Last Name] [Name]. Nice to meet you, Senku."

Damn it, he really liked your voice.

"...Come back here tomorrow at 4:00, after school."

"Really?" you grinned.

"Yeah. If you're late, you're in trouble."

You plopped onto the stool next to him, "Shame, I like trouble," you smirked leaning on your fist and whispering the rest, "But I don't think I could be late to this club, you made my day Senku. You're pretty enough to be on time for~"

He scoffed, ears turning red, "Shut up, idiot. Don't say weird things like that."

But unfortunately for Senku, you were the very opposite of that, you were incredibly intelligent, charming, and...

he'd already started to fall without knowing it...

[darling-i-read-it]

Lipstick

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: borderline nsfw like I thought real hard about it, weapons, talks of murder, slight spoilers for resident evil 8

Author’s Note: just impulsively wrote this and am posting it promptly after writing so it has not been edited. Besties im down bad about this sarcastic basterd (also if anyone wants a nsfw part 2...i am willing to provide) (or any other requests for him and Alcina, my favorite bi panic people rn)

Summary: You run into Ethan in Castle Dimitrescu on your way back to the factory.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Ethan Winters genuinely just wanted his daughter back. He was so sick and tired of going through this village in an attempt to save her, running into every possible inconvenience he could find and knowing that he would probably lose fingers fighting them.

Castle Dimitrescu was vast and regal. He might have liked it if he wasn’t running for his and his daughters' lives from the four vampires that lived there.

He was crouched down, holding a gun up as he walked very quietly and carefully throughout the house so as to not alert any of the Dimitrescu daughters. He opened one of the unlocked doors carefully and immediately stopped moving at the sight of someone.

You wore no cloak, to signify that you were a daughter and you were much shorter than the lady of the house. You grabbed one of the lipsticks that Alicna had plenty of and leaned over the vanity to see how it looked on you.

Ethan stood up and held the gun up to your head. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him from the mirror reflection.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice rough. Rougher than his face looked. You put on the lipstick and then rubbed your lips together.

“Do you think this is my color?” He shoved the gun further into your head and you scoffed. “Fine fine. Not one for makeup eh?” You put your hands up and turned around. He let you sit down on the vanity but not without his gun still pointing at your skull. You seemed unphased which would have been weird if Ethan wasn’t incredibly desensitized to everything ever.

“Who are you? Are you one of the vampires? One of the other family members? Who are you?!” You put your hands slowly down on your lap. He let you, but you were testing his patience.

“Not quite.” You gestured to him. “I’m human. Like you. Well not like you, I’m completely human, no mutations or anything done.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hissed. You waved him off.

“If you hurt me, you will have Karl on your head and I imagine it won’t be pretty. It’s the only way I can get from Castle to Castle unharmed,” you told him.

“Karl?”

“You know, fun hat, frizzy hair, has that big hammer thing. Karl.”

“Heisenberg?” You nodded.

“Yes Ethan, I thought you were smarter than this.” Ethan shook his head quickly and then regained focus, his hand holding the gun shaking a bit.

“Where’s Rose?” You shrugged.

“Fuck if I know Ethan Winters. I’m just the person who lives in a factory and becomes a nuisance for each and every Lord.” He jabbed the gun at your head and you didn’t even flinch.

“You’re lying.”

“Truthfully, I am not. If I knew where Rose was I would at least give you a hint, just to make it interesting.”

“What is Heisenberg to you?” he asked. You smiled a bit, crossing your legs.

“I’m Heisenberg's...girlfriend for lack of a better word. Whatever Mia was to you.” His mind flashed back to Mia. He had barely been able to mourn her. He shook the thought out of his head.

“You know how to get out of here and get Rose yes?”

“I know how to get out of here. How to get Rose, I have no idea. We’ve been over this.”

“But Heisenberg knows and if I can bring you to him, he can tell me.” You shook your head gently.

“Ethan sweetie...I could call for Alcina or the girls at any time and they would be in here in seconds to tear you to pieces.”

“Not before I could pull this trigger.”

“Again, if you so much as scratch me, you’ll never breath non metal infused air again.” Ethan shook his head gently and took a deep breath. He grabbed the gun at you again. He was silent and then he lowered it.

“I’ll just be going then,” he muttered, defeated. You nodded pleasantly and stood up from sitting on the vanity. You put the lipstick back on it. You walked forward and put your hand on Ethan’s shoulder. He looked you in the eyes.

“Good luck Ethan Winters.” You started to leave but turned to him. “I do suggest that in order to save your daughter you don’t kill Alicna’s in the process.”

“Any bits of advice then?” You put your hand on the doorknob and turned it, opening it just a tad.

“Grab the masks for the main room. Do you have a map?” He handed it to you, a tattered old piece of paper. You grabbed the lipstick again and marked some places. “Avoid hurting them as much as you can.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I don’t like Mother Miranda. I don’t trust Mother Miranda. She is the one who has your daughter I’m sure or she must know where she is. But the Dimitrescus and Karl...even Donna for that matter, are people I like and trust.”

You stepped back outside the room.

“If I hear you’ve killed any of the daughters, I’ll tell them what I know of you. If you think the Dimitrescus are scary, just wait until you meet Donna.”

You shut the door in his face. Ethan shivered.

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You walked up the stairs to the second floor. You knocked on the door of Alcinas room and she swang it open. She took a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. I thought you were Ethan Winters.”

“You think Ethan would knock before coming in?” She scoffed. You held her the lipstick you were wearing.

“Where did you find that?”

“Downstairs where I ran into Ethan,” you said honestly. Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed in annoyance.

“Did you see the girls?”

“No but I’m sure one of them ran into him as he left the room. He was only there a couple of minutes ago, it shouldn't be that hard to find him.” She walked past you without saying goodbye. You huffed. “You’re welcome!”

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You made it back to the factory in just a couple of minutes. You had gotten so used to the walk that you were on autopilot the whole time before you were back to your room. Karl was already there, clearly taking a quick break before returning to his never ending work day.

“Where did you go?!” he asked, walking up to you from the bathroom. He put his hand on your arm and you grabbed his glasses which were hanging from his shirt. He had shed the jacket and hat, clearly about to shower.

“Relax, I was just at Alcinas castle,” you told him gently. He let out an annoyed exaggerated sigh that you knew all too well.

“How is my sister?” he asked. You took the lipstick out of your pocket. Alcina hadn’t actually taken it in her fit of rage to go and get Ethan. Now you had something extra for your own personal vanity back at the factory.

“Shy of one more lipstick.” You walked past him into the bathroom. He followed you as you placed it carefully on your vanity. You admired it for a second with a smile on your face. You wrapped an arm around yourself and turned back to him. You hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter. “I ran into Ethan Winters.”

His face, which had been admiring your new addition to the vanity which was full of stolen things and things he had acquired for you, turned sour. Karl put his hand on your arm and raised it, checking your side and arm for injuries.

“I told you not to leave the room until he was caught,” he grumbled. He was trying to act like he hadn’t been worried about you from the second he realized you were gone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he himself almost stomped to each of the Lord’s castles to make sure you were alright. He didn’t want you to run into Ethan Winters, that was his worst nightmare. Ethan didn’t have any regard for you. Ethan just wanted Rose. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head.

“No. He asked me if I knew where Rose was and held a gun to my head but in the end we parted ways peacefully.”

“You could have brought him back here,” he muttered.

“I told Alcina where he was. I figured she could take care of him. You already had your shot.” He rolled his eyes and his grip on your arm tightened.

“You could have been seriously hurt. The Lord’s won’t hurt you but Mother Miranda might, Ethan might have.” You brought your free hand up to his cheek and leaned forward so your lips were just barely brushing over his.

“I can take care of myself.” He pressed a harsh kiss against your lips and made a low groaning noise. He let go of your arm to grab your leg and part them so that he could stand between your thighs. He dipped his head to kiss you and you pressed your body against him, feeling every inch of his breathing.

There was a harsh rasp at the door and he pulled away. You grabbed his neck and shook his head, kissing his jaw and peppering kisses down his neck.

“Come on, Mother Miranda doesn’t need you that bad,” you whispered. You pressed a long kiss to his jaw again and he had to physically tear himself away, however much it pained him.

“She might,” he grumbled. You held him until he moved too far away for you to. You groaned and put your head against the wall beside the mirror.

“Maybe I should go and find Ethan Winters again to finish the job. I mean he may only have eight fingers but he’s stayed alive this long and-” He grabbed your arm that was waving around as you spoke and looked you dead in the eyes.

“I will finish the job. You just sit tight kitten.” You kissed his knuckles and then let him go.

“Better be quick Karl. I get very restless very easily.”

He put on his hat and coat (the opposite of either of you wanted in the moment) and slammed the door in frustration against Mother Miranda behind him.

You took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long.

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