#i don't know what's going on in their life. they don't know about mine

[accessible-tumbling]

ID: Four screenshots of Reddit posts. The first screenshot is of a Reddit post on "r/harrisonburg" by "u/MarkWestin", titled: "Need a fake kid to piss off my wife".

The post reads:

"My wife and I are watching Elf together and we saw the part where Buddy (Will Ferrell)'s real dad (James Caan) tells his wife about Buddy, and his wife (Mary Steenburgen) gets excited about this surprise adult kid that pops into their life from a time before they knew each other.

I point out to my wife that it's a little unbelievable that she (Mary Steenburgen) would immediately be on board. I then comment that she (my wife) would actually be mad at me in this situation, even if I genuinely did not know this kid existed and it was conceived before I had met her.

She denies it, but I know my wife.

We're in our early 40s and have been married 10 years (together for 12). So, I need a 20ish kid to knock on the door and tell me they're my kid and that they just wanted to meet me. Gotta be convincing and really talk about how your mom and I were once really happy before she died of something tragic (dealer's choice).

Job pays $100."

The next three screenshots are of another Reddit post, by the same user, in the same subreddit, titled: "Fake Kid/Pissed Wife: Epilogue".

They read:

"TLDR: My wife enjoyed the prank, but I was wrong, she wasn't mad that I had a kid before her, she was actually just as stoked as Mary Steenburgen was in the movie.

First off, I am STILL married and my wife thoroughly enjoyed the prank (I didn't even have to sleep on the couch).

So, to the very dramatic naysayers (one of which compared my prank to spousal abuse, several diagnosed me with a number of mental illnesses and at least as many said I was childish and cruel) to you i say, "You're probably right, however... nah nah nah-booboo, stick your head in doodoo."

We've been married a decade. We know each other well enough to know what's over the line and what's funny.

That said, it was harder than I thought to secure a fake child. Sure, I had a large number of interested parties and even a couple fabulous candidates (one of which actually looked enough like me that I started wondering if one of you got to my wife and we're pulling the ultimate Uno Reverse Card on my prank).

Unfortunately, "interested" and "committed" are two very different things. Multiple potential sons and daughters made it to the planning stage and found one reason or another to bail out.

Let me be clear, I do not blame these folks at all.

I don't think l'd have the courage to send the first DM, let alone actually go through with the prank orchestrated by a complete stranger. But I did find a suitable actor with the courage to come through and I still think it was money well spent.

So here's a synopsis of how it played out (no, there's not a video):

Saturday afternoon, my doorbell rang. My dog lost his mind, as he is one to do, and my wife answered the door since I had pretended to take a call moments earlier.

"My son," looking about 20 to 25, taller and better looking than I, asked if I was home. My wife motioned to me (I had conveniently just ended my fake phone call) and I came to the door.

"My son," who even shared my first name (his idea, not mine) said he had something "kind of strange" to talk to me about. I asked if he wanted to come in (which literally almost blew the whole thing because I would sooner saw off my own foot than invite people in my house) but my wife didn't think much of it.

We came to the living room, I offered him a drink, he declined.

"My son" is an excellent actor, by the way. He would later say it was the anxiety of the situation and not wanting to mess up that made his "nervous demeanor" so convincing. This is from memory, but it's pretty much everything.

I'll let "my son" chime in with details should he feel like outing himself."

""Do you remember, 'Old Ex Girlfriend I Mentioned At Least Once In My Ten Year Marriage In Front Of My Wife?"

"Yeah..?"

"That's my mother..."

It was my wife who reacted first with "Oh no way!"

So I looked at her, feigning ignorance and then back at my son and said, "Is she ok?"

"Yeah she's fine, that's not why l'm here." My wife was nearly busting out of her chair, totally engrossed and completely. consumed with two strong theories...

1. Her husband had a long lost son.

and more importantly

2. Her husband hasn't figured out yet that he has a long lost son.

So I say, "Out with it kid, what's going on?"

"I'm 22 years old.."

My wife's eyes essentially bugged out of her head, having now confirmed her theories in her mind. She looks at me, seemingly annoyed that I hadn't put these obvious puzzle pieces together and INTERRUPTS my fake kid (nearly laughed but l held it together).

"I think he's telling you that he thinks you're his father."

My acting is not so great but I gave it a shot with "Wait, what?" My look of shock could use some work, but it played for the audience.

"My son" looked at me. "She's right. And I'm not here to ask for anything, in fact I don't have a lot of time to stay, but I just wanted to meet you and maybe exchange numbers?"

Me: "This is a lot to take in... I knew your mother a long time ago and she never said, I mean, I didn't know."

Him (I'm paraphrasing, but this kid deserves an Oscar): "She never told you. She only told me on Christmas morning. She didn't say anything bad about you, just that it was over and she was already dating my dad when she found out she was pregnant with me."

Me: "Wait, does you dad know?""

"Him: "Of course! And I've always known he wasn't my biological father. He's a great dad but lately l'd been wondering who my real father was so I asked mom and she told me."

Me: "Wow" (I freely admit, I had the easy part) My wife: (not saying anything, just taking it all in)

Not much else to tell in terms of the production.

We exchanged numbers, then he got his own fake phone call reminding him he was late for something or other and I walked him out.

The rest of the production was just my wife and I. I came back to the living room, doing my best "bewildered" act. We talked about it (covered things like paternity tests, etc.) and it turns out...

I was waaaaaaaaaay wrong. My wife wasn't mad, miffed or even slightly annoyed. She was full-on amazed, excited and entertained by the whole thing. I waited a few hours before I fessed up, but before I did, she kept saying how "cool" it was that I might have a son.

And then when I told her it was all a bullshit lie I made up to prove a point, she laughed. A lot.

I can't decide what amused her more... the effort I put into the ruse or the fact that I ended up proving her right in the process.

Here a couple gems from wife after I told her the truth.

"Where the hell did you find that guy?" "I'm glad your son wasn't a serial killer." "I might have been mad if he came here looking for money." "Next time you can save $100 and just assume you're wrong." "You know l'm going to get you back, right?"

That last one has me a little worried. :)"

End ID.

[woozinhos]

Angry sex with Gyu? +after care 🎀💕

Mingyu is pacing back and forth in the living room, his fists clenched at his sides. He's clearly upset about something, and the tension in the air is palpable. You stand by the door, watching him with a mixture of concern and frustration. You know he's been on edge lately, but you don't know why.

"Mingyu," you say cautiously, taking a step towards him. "What's going on?"

Mingyu stops pacing and turns to look at you, his eyes blazing with anger. "What's going on?" he repeats, his voice sharp. "You really have to ask me that?"

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to calm himself down, but failing miserably.

"You've been ignoring me for weeks," he says, his voice rising. "You're always busy with work, or hanging out with your friends. You don't even seem to care about me anymore."

You flinch at his words, feeling a pang of guilt. You hadn't realized how much your busy schedule had been affecting him.

"Mingyu, that's not true," you say, taking another step towards him. "I do care about you. I've just been really busy with work lately."

Mingyu scoffs, clearly not believing you. "Busy with work? Or just avoiding me?" he retorts.

You feel a surge of anger at his accusation. "How dare you say that," you say, your voice rising. "I have been working my ass off for the past few weeks. I'm trying to provide for us, and make a name for myself in my career."

Mingyu crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw clenched. "And what about me?" he asks, his voice cold. "What about my needs? Don't I matter at all?"

You're getting more and more frustrated with Mingyu's attitude. "Of course you matter," you say, your voice trembling with anger. "But I can't just drop everything and cater to your every whim. I have my own life too, you know."

Mingyu rolls his eyes, clearly not convinced. "Your life is more important than mine, is that it?" he sneers. "You're too busy for me, but not too busy to spend time with your friends?"

You feel like you're being attacked from all sides. "That's not fair," you say, your voice rising even more. "My friends are my support system. They help me through the stress of work and keep me sane. They're important to me, yes, but so are you."

Mingyu shakes his head, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "But I'm your boyfriend," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You should be spending more time with me, not them."

You throw your hands up in frustration. "You're being ridiculous," you say, your anger boiling over. "I can't drop everything and cater to your every need. I have my own life and my own responsibilities. You need to start being more understanding and supportive of that."

Mingyu takes a step towards you, his eyes flashing with anger. "Supportive? I've been supportive this whole time," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've been supportive while you ignore me and prioritize your work over our relationship."

You feel a wave of anger and guilt wash over you. You know he's right, in a way. You have been prioritizing your work and your friends over him.

But you can't back down now. You stand your ground, refusing to let him win this argument.

"I'm sorry that I haven't been spending as much time with you as you'd like," you say, trying to keep your voice calm. "But that doesn't give you the right to be angry and accuse me of neglecting you."

Mingyu lets out a bitter laugh. "So now it's my fault that I'm upset?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to just sit back and watch as you prioritize everything else over me?"

He takes another step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger. "You want me to just be understanding and supportive, even though you clearly don't care about me anymore?"

You feel a pang of guilt at his words, but you refuse to let him guilt-trip you.

"I do care about you," you say, your voice shaking slightly. "But I can't just drop everything and be at your beck and call. I have my own life, my own dreams and goals."

Mingyu scoffs again, his face twisted in anger. "Dreams and goals? Is that all I am to you? Some obstacle in your way?"

You're getting more and more frustrated with his accusations. "That's not what I meant and you know it," you say, your voice rising again. "You're my boyfriend, and I love you. But I can't just give up everything I've worked for to make you happy."

Mingyu's face twists into a sneer. "So what, you love me, but you don't care about me?" he says, his voice dripping with venom. "You love me, but you're willing to sacrifice our relationship for your career?"

You feel like you're being attacked from all sides, and you can't take it anymore.

"That's not fair," you say, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm trying my best to balance everything. I'm trying to make you happy, I'm trying to make a name for myself, and I'm trying to be a good girlfriend. But it's not easy, and I can't just drop everything and cater to your every whim."

Mingyu scoffs again, his anger still burning bright. "You think you're trying?" he says, his voice cold. "You think that working hard and ignoring me is the same as trying?"

You can't hold it in anymore. You break down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. You feel like you're being torn apart, torn between your career and your relationship. Mingyu watches you cry, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he looks like he might comfort you, but then he turns away, his face set in a scowl.

"Fine," he says coldly. "If you can't make time for me, then maybe we shouldn't be together."

You look at Mingyu through tear-filled eyes, your heart aching at his words. You know that he's angry and hurt, but you can't believe that he's suggesting breaking up.

"You don't mean that," you whisper, your voice shaking. "You don't really want to end things, do you?"

Mingyu pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a rough, desperate kiss. He holds you tightly, his hands gripping your arms almost painfully. You're caught off guard by his sudden aggression, but you can't deny the heat that courses through your body as he kisses you. Despite the anger and tension between you, there's still a spark of passion and desire that burns bright.

Mingyu deepens the kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he presses you harder against the wall. His hands move from your arms to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place. He's rough and demanding, taking what he wants without any regard for your feelings. But you can't deny the way your body responds to his touch, the way your heart races and your breath quickens.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you kiss him back with equal fervor. Despite the anger and hurt between you, there's still an undeniable chemistry that draws you together. Mingyu breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire and anger.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "Don't you forget that."

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You belong to me, and no one else. Understand?"

Mingyu's grip on your chin tightens, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "Say it," he demands, his voice rough. "Say that you belong to me."

He's angry, desperate, and frustrated, and he needs to hear you say the words. He needs to feel like he has some sort of control over the situation, over you. You look up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. Despite the anger and tension between you, there's a part of you that still loves him, that still wants to please him.

"I belong to you," you whisper, your voice shaking slightly. "Only to you."

Mingyu's grip on your chin relaxes slightly, and a small flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. He leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

"Good," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Now let me show you just how much you belong to me."

Mingyu picks you up and slams you down onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. His body is heavy on top of yours, trapping you in place. He looks down at you with a possessive glint in his eyes, his hands roaming over your body with a sense of ownership.

"You're mine to do with as I please," he growls, his voice low and rough. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Mingyu rips your clothes off with a rough, aggressive motion, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath him. He looks down at you with a predatory gaze, his eyes roaming over your naked body hungrily. He takes in every curve, every inch of skin, and his desire for you only seems to grow.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands tracing the lines of your body possessively. "All mine."

Mingyu is a mess of desperation and need as he looks down at you. His body is taut with tension, his muscles coiled like a spring. He's been holding back for so long, and now he's unleashing all of his pent-up frustration and desire on you.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I need you. I need to feel you, to claim you as mine."

Mingyu quickly strips off his own clothes, his movements rough and impatient. He doesn't care about the clothes, he only cares about getting as close to you as possible. As he sheds his clothing, his body is revealed to you, toned and muscular, and filled with an intensity that takes your breath away. As Mingyu stands before you, completely naked and on full display, your thoughts begin to race. You can't help but think about how attractive he is, how desirable he is, and how much you've been neglecting him lately.

You think about all the times you've been too busy with work or your friends to spend time with him, and a pang of guilt hits you hard. You realize that you've been taking him for granted, and that you've been putting your career above your relationship. But as Mingyu crawls on top of you, his body pressing against yours, all thoughts leave your mind. All you can focus on is the feeling of his skin against yours, the heat between you, and the raw desire that's consuming you both.

Mingyu's voice is low and commanding as he speaks, his eyes dark with lust. "Get on all fours," he growls, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You can tell from his tone that this is going to be rough and hard, that he's going to take you completely and utterly. And you find yourself obeying his command without hesitation, getting onto your hands and knees for him.

Mingyu positions himself behind you, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're mine to use, to claim. You're going to do exactly what I say, and you're going to take everything I give you."

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as he presses his body against yours. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and you know that he's about to take you with a ferocity that you've never experienced before.

Mingyu doesn't waste any time, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts into you with a forceful motion. He doesn't hold back, doesn't take it slow, he just takes you with a raw, primal need. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your body adjusting to his size and the rough pace he's setting. He's using you, claiming you, and you find yourself lost in the intensity of the moment. Mingyu sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with a force that's almost bruising. He's relentless, taking you hard and fast, his grunts and moans filling the room.

You can feel yourself losing control, your body responding to his rough touch and his relentless rhythm. You can feel yourself being pushed to the edge, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Mingyu is lost in the moment, too consumed by his own pleasure to speak. All that comes out of his mouth are grunts and moans, primal sounds of desire and need. He focuses solely on the physical sensations, on the feel of your body beneath him, on the way you tighten around him as he moves. He's single-minded in his pursuit of his own release, driven by a raw, primal need to claim you as his own.

Mingyu's hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through your body. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back roughly as he continues to pound into you from behind. He's taking complete control, using you however he wants, and you can feel yourself surrendering to him completely. The combination of the pain from the slap and the pleasure from his rough touch is overwhelming, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling with need.

Mingyu senses your building pleasure, and he doubles his efforts, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and relentless. He's determined to push you over the edge, to make you come undone beneath him. You try to speak, but your words come out as a strangled moan. You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences, as Mingyu continues to drive you to the brink of ecstasy.

He chuckles darkly, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulls your head back even further. "What's that?" he growls, his voice low and rough. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

Mingyu's grip on your hair loosens slightly, allowing you to speak more clearly. But he doesn't slow his pace, continuing to drive into you with a brutal intensity.

"Say it," he commands, his voice laced with a mixture of dominance and desire. "Tell me what you want."

You try to form the words, but it's hard to think straight with the way Mingyu is moving inside you. You manage to gasp out, "I...I want to come."

Mingyu's eyes darken at your words, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "You want to come?" he asks, his voice low and taunting. "You want to come for me?"

Mingyu's voice is firm and commanding as he says, "Then come for me. Come for me now."

He continues to move inside you, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and precise, hitting that spot inside you that sends shivers down your spine. He's relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, determined to make you come undone completely. You can feel the pressure building inside you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it's almost unbearable. Mingyu senses that you're close, and he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That's it," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Let go for me. Let me feel you come."

And with one final thrust, you shatter beneath him, your body convulsing with pleasure as you come hard around him. Mingyu groans as he feels you come around him, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his own body. He continues to move inside you, drawing out your orgasm until you're trembling and spent. He slows his pace, his movements becoming more gentle as he lets you come down from your high. He runs a hand down your back, his touch gentle and soothing now.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft and possessive. "You're mine, and only mine."

Mingyu pulls out of you, his own body trembling with need as he takes himself in his hand. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire, as he strokes himself to completion. It only takes a few moments before he's coming, spilling himself over your body with a low groan. He watches as his cum covers your skin, marking you as his own. Mingyu's chest is heaving as he catches his breath, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your body as if he's memorizing every inch of you.

He reaches out a hand, running his fingers through the mess on your skin. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Mine to mark and claim."

Mingyu pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he strokes your hair gently. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice low and sincere. "I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that. I just...I've been feeling neglected lately, and I took it out on you."

You curl up against Mingyu, burying your face in his chest. "I'm sorry too," you whisper, feeling guilty for neglecting him. "I didn't realize how much I've been taking for granted. I promise I'll do better."

Mingyu holds you close, running his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion. "I know you will," he says, his voice gentle. "I just need you to understand that I have needs too. And sometimes I need you to be there for me, to take care of me."

Mingyu looks down at you, his eyes softening. "Would you like me to run a bath for us?" he asks, his voice gentle and considerate. "It might help us both relax and unwind."

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yes, that sounds nice," you reply, snuggling closer to him.

Mingyu presses a kiss to the top of your head before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You can hear the sound of running water as he prepares the bath, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you.

[short-honey-badger]

Miss Twilight

You are a lower member of Baroque Works, but you are damn good at what you do, always bringing your boss even more than what he asks for when he sends you out on missions. You don't know it, but you've caught Crocodile's attention. It's just too bad he got himself arrested before he could express his interest in you. Now, he's on a mission to find you and get you back to his side.

Part 2 -> HERE

Crocodile doesn’t have many regrets in his life, but not making it known how much he wanted you before his untimely arrest was one of them. You’d been a lower ranking member of Baroque Works, but you’d proved yourself useful time and time again to him. Your ability to remain unassuming and gather information was invaluable, and after some time, Crocodile had begun to notice more about you. The confident way you carry yourself, that amused gleam you got in your eye when you found something humorous. Your presence had become an addiction, and Crocodile had found himself calling you to his office just to have you near.

But he hasn’t seen nor heard about your whereabouts since he broke out of Impel Down and created the Cross Guild. He had hoped that you would make your way back to his side after the news of his escape reached you, but it’s been months now, and still nothing.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Crocodile lifts his gaze from the paper he is reading to see Mihawk leaning in the doorway of his office, a glass of wine in one hand, and the other propped up on his hip. Those golden eyes are staring at him, the hawk’s head cocked to one side.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” He grumbles and tosses the paper on his desk. Mihawk scoffs and saunters further into the office, plopping down in the chair opposite the other man and crossing his feet at the ankles.

“Even the Clown can tell that there is something going on with you,” he drawls and takes a slow sip of his wine, staring at Crocodile over the rim of his glass. The older man has been more snappishly lately, quicker to anger, and the guild has suffered for it. At least three men have been dehydrated to the point of death just this week.

Crocodile sneers and swaps his cigar to the opposite side of his mouth, “An old employee of mine. I thought she would show up by now.”

He doesn’t like admitting to the other man. It felt like showing Mihawk a weakness, but it wasn’t like the swordsman would be turning on him anytime soon. They had struck up a respectful partnership, but Crocodile would kill over before he admitted he thought of Mihawk as a tentative friend.

“An old flame, then?” Mihawk asks, and cocks a brow, “I would have thought you to be above such trivial matters.”

Crocodile huffs and turns to stare out the window, looking out over Buggy Town and the tent city that grew larger every day, “No. I never had the chance to express my interest in her before strawhat ruined all my hard work.”

You’d been lucky that he had sent you out for another mission before the Strawhats had gotten to Alabasta, saving you from being taken to Impel Down with his other operatives after the navy showed up. He’d tried the number to your personal snail transponder, but the line had been dead, leading him to believe that you’d destroyed it after he’d been taken in. You’d been a constant on his mind since, leaving Crocodile wondering when he would be able to see you again.

“Why not put the word out that you’re looking for her?” Mihawk asks. He is curious to know what kind of woman you were to catch his co-leader’s attention. Crocodile had always put business before pleasure, and the older man was all about business.

“And let everyone on the Grand Line know that I’m looking for her? I’m not that desperate,” He grouches and stands from his chair, loping over to the window so that he doesn’t have to look at the other man. He doesn’t want to admit that he has already thought about putting some feelers out to see where you’ve disappeared off to, but he knew that you were the type to stay hidden if you wanted to stay that way. It was why you’d been so good at information gathering.

Maybe you’d joined someone else without him there to pay you, or maybe you were still biding your time before you came back to him. Or you'd finally been caught and were locked up in a cell somewhere. Crocodile didn’t know, and that frustrated him. He didn’t like not knowing where you were, not when you belonged at his side.

“Then stop acting like a teenager and stop killing our men if you’re not going to do anything about it. It brings down moral, you know,” Mihawk quips and watches Crocodile shrug one shoulder. He purses his lips, rolls his eyes, and stands. It wasn’t like he would be getting anywhere else with the other man, not now, at least. Mihawk drains the last of his wine and saunters to the door, “What was her name?”

He can’t help but ask, too curious about the woman who’d gained the older man’s attention.

Crocodile rolls his cigar around his mouth, annoyed with himself over the fact that he didn’t know your name, only the alias that you’d chosen when he’d brought you on.

“She went by Miss Twilight.”

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Hundreds of miles away, you sneeze loudly, but no one hears you from where you've been tucked away in the dark cell. You frown down at your hands, cursing yourself for being so careless as to get caught sneaking aboard. You knew you were better than this, but in your excitement to get back to Crocodile after hearing about the Cross Guild, you forgot yourself, and now look where you were. Locked up in the belly of a navy ship. How the hell were you supposed to get out of this one?

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

I keep seeing people worship Christian Linke for some shit he’s said and ignore the fact this man is antisemetic and heavily insensitive towards non white and straight characters HE IS NOT YOUR ALLY

I genuinely think people just don't know how much of a shitty person he is. Seriously, that dude was quite possibly the worst person to put in charge of a project like Arcane. Here are just some of things he's said that you should know of:

• Linke said the death of every character in Arcane was a direct result of their own actions : "Every single big beat in the end with our characters, whether it’s a death or not, is a consequence of their choices."

So, I'd like you to explain to me how Vander's death was his fault, because I don't quite remember him agreeing to becoming Warwick. Also, maybe having the three characters portrayed as suicidal in the show (Jinx, Viktor, and Jayce) all die, and go on to say it was just the consequences of their own actions... isn't a good message?

• Linke has declared Viktor as asexual on his own, with the sole purpose of discouraging JayVik shippers : "There is a love. I don't think it's romantic [...]. To me, Viktor was always asexual".

Now, the issue here isn't having an asexual character, its having chosen VIKTOR, one of the most important characters for disabled rep in animation and popular media, to be asexual. I've went on and on about how infantalizing that is to disabled/chronically ill fans, because we NEVER get to be perceived as sexual beings. Having a body that's visibly different from the norm, or limits on certain abilities, turns off people, makes them uncomfortable. That's why you just never see a sexually active or a sex positive disabled character on screen. That's why, in all his "sexy" skins in LoL, Viktor is given a six pack, has no visible marks of illness on his body (scars, fatigue lines), and has no medical brace or crutch.

Viktor was always intended to have a sexual swagger in season 1 ("this isnt my bedroom") and that was EXTREMELY important to a lot of us in the community. I've seen a very similar response from the asexual community as well, who feel like Linke is using their identity and experience as a shield from fan interractions he dislikes, and without actual care for what it means to the characters. Don't fall for rep that isn't actually meant to represent you.

• Linke has directly and openly compared the Zaun and Piltover conflict to the left and right in the United States, and put both sides on equal moral footing : "If you’re asking me whether we were inspired by two sides of one nation who are incapable of even talking to each other anymore at a certain point, yes."

So, I don't think I need to explain how bad this is. Remember that Piltover is the city of wealth and enforcers, and that they've gazed the district of Zaun, dumped chemicals around their water suplies, directed brutal and deadly repressions of civil uprising and protest, offered no financial support to the struggling communities of addicts, disabled people, and orphans, refused Zaun any implication or decisional seat in the city political life, AND THAT'S JUST ON TOP OF MY HEAD. Now, think about what that means with the USA politics comparison, and the idea that they should "just listen to each other". Yeah.

Now, if you know me a bit, you know I live in Canada, so maybe you think this doesn't affect me personally, or that it doesn't affect you because you live outside the US. To that, I want to tell you about a neighbour of mine, who lives on the street parallel to my house, and this truck he owns. The truck has a whole lot of fun stickers and flags on it: the quotes "TRUMP ARREST TRUDEAU" and "CANADIANS FOR TRUMP", the israeli flag, the confederate flag, christian crosses, the blue lives matter flag, and an anti BLM sticker. Now, I'm sure theres more cool things, I've just never gotten close enough to look at the smaller stickers and ornaments because, as a very openly bi arabic woman, I'm scared to death of that man. But maybe I should just hear him out, right?

Tldr, do not think that the state of american politics doesn’t affect the rest of the world.

• Linke has called the people of Zaun and specifically Silco "Svengali", which is an antisemitic name that implies Jewish people are crooks / dirty / thiefs / sexual degenerates. There's a great post on Tumblr that goes more into detail about this (https://www.tumblr.com/endearing-dalliance/769693230696677376/another-blow-against-arcane-anti-semitism?source=share). I'd just like to insist on how bad calling someone "svengali" is. His character was used in many pieces of propaganda in Nazi Germany to picture the "Evil Jew", and to dehumanize Jewish communities by portraying them as ressembling Satan (forked beard, can do unholy hypnosis, targets women...). Linke could have chosen ANY other term to talk about Zaunites, the oppressed community getting gazed by a police state, but he chose that one. That was not an unconscious decision.

I'm a firm believer that it is possible to separate art from artist/studio/company, and to appreciate something while still being aware the person behind it is not a great individual. However, if you're defending all the decisions made in season 2, these are things you HAVE to be aware of.

[softmatzohtruther]

i'll go ahead and tell you a story about myself. i ramble, so this will be long, but hang with me here

in 2018 i started making plans to move out of rural new jersey into philadelphia, pennsylvania, a project that promised to be expensive and a little risky, as i would be giving up a pretty cushy room/board situation in exchange for rent in a high demand area of the country to live in. but the potential rewards of career advancement and independent adult living made the risks worth it in my mind. because an easy life is not always a fulfilling one, you know?

(put a pin in that)

a few bumps in the road delayed my exit and i ended up finally making the plunge in july of 2020. i don't think i have to tell you that a lot of shit had already gone tits up and my plans had to be readjusted midstream, but i did do it. i got my ID updated, found a job, and registered to vote. now, PA has a mail-in voting option, but the registration deadline for that is february, so that ship had already sailed. so i got my card with my polling station listed, but was informed that due to the pandemic, many polling places had to be closed due to staffing shortages, including mine. i would have to travel to another one in order to vote in person

so the day comes. i finish work, i get on the bus to go home to my neighborhood across the city, which is 40 minutes away in normal traffic. i drop my shit off at the door and turn right back around to catch another bus that will take me a hour north to my polling place. i get there, and the line outside the door is absolutely serpentine. a hundred or so of my neighbors standing patiently to vote, 6 people at a time. there are volunteers passing out food and water, which is nice, but there are no easy ways to get out of line to go to the bathroom without losing your place in the queue. so i wait. and wait.

i wait for 5 hours into the cold november night. i have to get up early for work the next morning (4am!) and i already know i'm losing sleep, and if i went any longer out there i know i would have gotten a bladder infection for my troubles, just to vote for a guy i was lukewarm about but i know is the only fucking option in this race. i was abjectly tired and miserable at work the next day. and you know, i could have thrown up my hands and walked away hours earlier, but i didn't because i did NOT consider that an acceptable option. the stakes of a presidential election are too fucking high

i would do it like that every single election if i had to. i know these obstacles are too high for some people to overcome (and this IS the reason i want mail-in ballots to be universal and default) but that doesn't lessen the importance of voting, especially if doing so would open the door for the people behind me

(that link is to an executive order made by president biden during his first few months in office. read it and think about whether you benefited from this government action. if you voted in the midterms you might have noticed it. now consider that an EO can be overturned by another EO. does it matter to you who gets to write these orders? why or why not?)

so yes, i DO know how hard it is to cast a vote in a US election. the difficulty of the task is not in question. your priorities are what i question. i want to know why, when presented with the stakes of each of these contests, so many people were easier to move on the contest that had no material consequences on their life whatsoever, and yet were impossible to budge on the contest that would, and i must repeat myself, "determines the outcomes of the ongoing fight for our civil rights."

like. i'm not gonna lie. if the only answer you have to that question is "one is easier" then you deserve like. zero respect as an adult. because you definitely don't think like one

why is it easier to convince people on this site to vote against a stupid video game in a video game contest than it is to convince people to vote against fascists in a contest that determines the outcomes of the ongoing fight for our civil rights 😐

[hoodedjelly]

UHH throwback to the gravity falls thing tell me ALL about your favorite character. EVERYTHING. what you hate about them, what you like. ect, go on a rant i love learning about the critters [personally my favorites old man mcgucket, more specifically post portal]

OH JOY GRAVITY FALLS!

I fear i must say i haven't thought or talked about gf for a good while, i might not remember a lot as i used to.

But my favorite character is Fiddleford Mcgucket, and that's through out his whole time on the show. To his college days, all the way to him being old man mcgucket. I fear i love anxious characters too much, the "sorry" photo of him explaining his first day in college literally made me tear up. he has such a big heart, all the gifts he gave to ford cause he knew he needed a "friend". BUT he also sucks cause of what he did to emma-may, and is just a canonically bad father. But he's also a deeply tragic character with what he went through, what ford did and what he did to himself. HE ALSO MADE A CULT, like idk why i keep forgetting that fact but like that's so crazy. In show old man mcgucket is just my fav joke character too, he has to many lines that are now just a stim of mine "mcsuck it... they got me good.....". then the happy ending he got but we don't see, yeah he got rich and a big house he can ghost hunt with his son. but he has so much recovery to do, to remember, like i LOVE fanart of post show mcgucket and their takes on him. i just know that it's not that easy to recover so i don't expect for him to look like ford, basically same as 30s him but gray hair.

i had a fiddleford animatic i was working on but i fear at the rate im going, im not going to finish it... SO im going to give the whole first draft animatic i have for it so far. I can always say "maybe maybe maybe!" but with where my life is going i just don't have that much time or focus.

historiography- the mountain goats

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Imprisonment, Mentions of Starvation

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Something I think we don't talk about enough is how interesting Yandere!Zhongli would be in the past, when he took a more active role in Liyue's rule, under the name Rex Lapis. More specifically, I continuously go back to the idea of Rex Lapis falling in love with one of his most loyal mortal worshippers.

Every day, he can hear your prayers floating across stilled air, stirring up the more draconic instincts in his heart. Such beautiful songs, all for him. Your prayers alone are the greatest blessings he's ever received in all his years as Liyue's Archon, but you've also given him frequent offerings, from grains harvested to jewels mined. Sometimes he cannot help but feel concerned, hoping you're not living in squalor due to your unceasing devotion.

Every night, he enters your dreams and claims them as his own. He never reveals himself, but he stages scenes where he plays the part of the heroic lover, protecting you from harm. For you, it provides protection, soothes your worn mind from labor done during the day. For him, it quells the possessive desire to have you in the palm of his hands, pampered and doted upon, treasured for all eternity.

It isn't enough. Rex Lapis knows it isn't enough, but he pretends as though this little share of your life is satisfactory, even though the depths of his heart stir with displeasure. He wants to be your world in every way.

Luckily for him, he soon gets the opportunity. A famine of unparalleled magnitude—the most devastating disaster Liyue has faced in three centuries—strikes. Not only that, but the heart of the ruin centers around your village. Your prayers become more fervent and frequent. At the sound of your sobs, he can't hold the draconic side of himself back. Rex Lapis may not be Morax, but like his past self he is neither mortal nor moral, and does not abide by the laws of humans. Freedom is not a blessing to be granted, but a cantrip to contain by means of contracts and laws.

That very night, when he comes into your dreams, it is with the sole intent of coercing you into his private adeptal domain. Go with him, and not only will he protect you for eternities upon eternities, but he will protect your village—and all who you love within it—with his life.

The only price you must pay for such a bargain is with your freedom.

Don't worry though. Should you decline, Rex Lapis would be remiss to bind you to him through force. No, he'd much rather let you learn the consequences of contumacy, the many follies of freedom you seem to cling to with such pitiful desperation. Instead, he'll let the days pass by, every second wasted avoiding an inescapable outcome. While those you hold dear begin to grow weak and starve, by some miracle, you stay strong.

Each night, visions of luxurious domesticity pass across your eyes, as thick and syrupy sweet as honey. After the montage, Rex Lapis returns, contract in hand and a knowing smile playing on his lips. Though he says no words, his argument is clear as day: should you agree to fulfill your destiny, your village will need not fear the threat of famine ever again.

Finally, as expected, you crack. The minute the quill you write with leaves the parchment, you find yourself transported from one dream to the next: a picturesque diorama surrounds you, the landscape a perfect replica of Liyue's scenery. A few yards in front of you rests a house as big as your village. "Our home", Rex Lapis tells you, his expression indulgent, though you see in his eyes the depths of his devotion and what lies within them: an insatiable desire to possess you wholly.

"Where you will stay. Forever, my treasure."

[sorbusscriptor]

 It's not something done often. But my client is powerful, and demanding, and I am not a ghost.

I do have something to loose, so I get to work.

The obvious first move is out -- this court has no jury. There's no point in it when any peers that could be called on are dead -- no memories, no allegiance, also means no emotional distinction from each other. These trials run on logic and language and little else.

The next is the judge. Dead like all the others, unmoored and without any mortal memories in his head. Not having memories, however, doesn't mean there weren't ever any. All the dead were once living, and all the living, once, had minds. Had memories. Had loved ones. The point is that all of those connections are severed at death. The point is that this court is supposed to be immortally impartial.

What I'm not doing is looking up the people that the judge knew in life. Lovers, children, descendants. That's been tried before, and it hasn't worked. No memories means no memories, and those who have tried to use relatives as a carrot or a stick have just lead to a trial interference charge. I'm looking for things more fundamental than love, more basal than attachment.

I've got contacts on the surface for this sort of thing. The kind of contacts who really shouldn't be on the surface, the same way I really shouldn't be down here. The kind of ghosts who never let go of their lifelines, the same way I let go of mine.

They provide me with a dossier. It tells me our judge was a drinker. It tells me he liked to smoke. Those are the kind of things I can work with.

Getting liquor and cigs is harder, down here, but not impossible. There are markets for that sort of thing, for mortal contraband, if you know where to look and don't mind trading away things like memories or teeth. Memories I've got plenty of, and not even all the ones I trade are mine. 

I leave with a bag shifting heavily against my side and without the knowledge of what the air looks like in the bitter cold, and head to the courts.

The dead don't sleep. The ghosts who act as the mechanisms of the court don't have homes, just offices, identical rooms in endless hallways in the impossibly large structure. They don't go home at night, nor is there night at all. The long of the law ticks around the clock here.

Now, something that's important to know about the ghost courts is that they are not part of the underworld, nor are they connected with mortal planes. They are an entity unto themselves, built of mist and forgetfulness. It is a realm of ghosts, and one that sticks to their will the same way wood and stone lay still for mortals in their world. No passing through walls for them, not here, but in a curious sort of irony, mortals in realms built for ghosts have the same sort of powers that ghosts do in the mortal planes; the powers of intangibility.

It's this that I use to get into the courts without any sort of pass, striding right through a wall into one of the infinitely many offices lining the lower floors, used by legal aides or stenographers. Up the grand curving staircase to the upper floors, and then three steps that feel like miles, and I'm at the door of the Honorable. None of the ghosts here have names. It's part of the whole no memory, no attachment deal, and partly designed to stop me from doing exactly what I'm about to do.

I knock, polite. It takes some effort for my hand to not go right through the door. Yes, same as I passed through the wall to get here, I could just walk in. But this part is delicate, and I can't afford to get security called on me right out of the gate.

(This is also why my client is not, technically, my client -- we have no legal or even traceable connection, because if this goes poorly, my client's trial won't be affected. And I'll be in deep, deep water, but I'm not new to that.)

"Enter."

And I do. The judge is sitting at his desk, a huge oaken thing, faintly see-through like everything else in this place, oddly devoid of colour. I've been told that the ghosts don't see it that way, that to them, everything is vibrant and solid as if it was real, and that I am the one that appears translucent and misty. "Honorable." I say, ducking my head. He looks up at me, impassive. Not like these ghosts ever have a different expression. I take a step forward into the room, softly close the door behind me. "If you would, I have... something to offer you. For all the good work you do here." My voice is honey-sweet, resonant in the room.

He doesn't start frowning -- the ghosts here don't really do that, frown, smile, make expressions -- but this does catch his interest. As much as this isn't something ever expected to happen -- no one thinks you can bribe or blackmail a being without wants, without needs, without memories -- the judge isn't stupid. No one gives gifts to the members of the courts, not without the expectation of something in return. Mainly this is because the people on trial are also ghosts, and thus don't feel gratitude. 

Lucky me, I'm not a ghost. I get to play on my supposed sentimentality. "You were the judge on my case," I say, still warm and sweet, take another step forwards, "Oh, it was ages ago. But I've been doing well lately, and I thought, a lot of that is thanks to your resolution. So I thought I'd swing by to... thank you." I put the bag on the desk; it settles with a nice dull clink. I smile.

I don't need to worry about him checking my claim. He doesn't have the memories to know if I'm lying or not, and I'm a good enough liar that i don't think he'll clock it. At least, not yet.

He looks at the bag on the desk. "The thought is appreciated." He says. Once again, his face screams blank indifference. Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts. No wants, no needs, no memories. He doesn't even reach for it to see what it is. I squash the annoyance; I had known this would happen.

"More appreciated soon, I'm sure." I say, and then take some initiative and pull the bottle out of the bag, heavy glass and glowing amber, and set that on the desk, a little closer towards the judge. I see the widening of his eyes, the unconscious swallow of this throat, and I think, got you.

This is what I'd been looking for -- more than love, more than personhood, more than memories. Addiction, good and basal, because there's nothing a haunting understands like addiction. It's all a ghost is; it's all any of us are, deep down and hidden; a collection of things we can't put down. Yes, they try their best down here to strip the ghosts that run the courts of these impulses, and they do a good enough job that it truly doesn't matter until someone shows up waving around a bottle. Someone like me. His arm twitches like he's about to reach forward before he stills himself. "I can't drink that." He says, and there's an expression on his face for the first time in this conversation.

"Hm, not like that." I say, lean forward, conspiratorial. Hook, line, sinker. "But I can help with that. If you like."

He looks at me, and I know I've got him. "How." He asks, voice rough.

I turn my hand palm-up on the desk, fix my charming smile to my face. I do hate this part, no matter the thrill of the rest of the con, the relief at knowing that my client won't have to follow through on any of her promises. "Take my hand."

The judge does, reaching over the desk to do so. The moment he makes contact, I close my eyes and pull. It's a feeling like trying to swallow my own tongue, like filling my veins up with something caustic.

I'd mentioned earlier that mortals in the ghost courts can do the same kind of things ghosts can in the mortal realm. One of those things is possession, in an inverse. I am pulling this ghost inside of me, knitting it's essence into my muscle and my marrow. When I open my eyes again there's a pressure behind them like a held sneeze, and my vision is curiously doubled; I can see the room the way the ghost sees it, sold and rich wood-brown, and also the way I do, flimsy and ephemeral. "Hhh." I wheeze, inarticulate, breath catching in my throat.

It always takes a moment for them to settle. And for me to get used to the feeling, no matter how many times I've done this.

I give myself five seconds, and then straighten, smooth down my shirt. This is one of the advantages of possession in the ghost courts as opposed to up in the real world; I am not the one who has to give up control. "Well, then." I say, and pick up the bottle. While I've come prepared with a bottle opener -- real mortal metal and plastic, solid in my hand -- I didn't bring any glasses, and my new best friend the judge doesn't have any in his office either. It's an oversight that makes my lips twist -- I'll have to rectify it next time.

(As to why I hadn't considered this earlier; somehow, alcohol hadn't ever been the addiction of choice for any of the other ghosts I've done this to before. Cigarettes, cigars. Gambling, sometimes. Sex, thankfully, only once or twice. A lot of it is luckily more tame -- more than half my marks have made do with a simple hearty meal. Some of them crave violence, pain. The kind of sensation that is lost to them now as spirits.)

I can feel the hollow yearning in the ghost inside of me, so I take a swig directly from the bottle. Again, it's a nauseating dual sensation; I want to retch at the taste, the way it stings, but the ghost feels it go down smooth and warm, and I feel myself sigh, long and relieved. I take another sip, cross over to the other side of the desk and throw myself into the judge's chair. Another long drink, and he sighs again, from somewhere deep in my chest. "Not so bad, is it?"

I'm glad it's looking like we won't need the cigarettes after all -- they're quick and easy enough, but I hate smoking almost as much as I hate drinking. I'd hate to have to do both.

The ghost doesn't answer me. Not because it can't -- I've done this with some very chatty ghosts -- but more than likely because it's savoring the taste and feel of the booze too much to bother to listen to me. I don't mind, I've never liked having my voicebox hijacked. So, we sit in silence, sipping away at the brandy. I can tell the judge wants me to take bigger swallows, drink a little more, but I've got plans and also genuinely don't think I can handle chugging the stuff. A quarter through the bottle, I take one final, long swallow, and set it down on the desk. "Now that, I think, is enough for now." I say, and before the judge can say anything against it, I expel him; a rush of wind and noise and velcro hooks tearing away from my inside. I stay sitting in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, casual as you like. The judge stumbles back, standing on the other side of the desk.

He looks breathless, even without breath. I smile at him, foxlike, deftly cork the bottle. "Got a lot left." I say, as the judge stares at it, longingly. I stand, amble around the desk. "If you want more..."

"Yes." He says, instant, desperate. That snake that lives in all of us stealing his tongue and choking the answer out. He'd do anything for the rest of the bottle. I know it, so does he.

"Then I'll be back." I say, pull a card out of my pocket and press it onto the desk. "That's a case number. I'd like it to go in the defendant's favor, you understand. And if it does..."

"You'll be back." He says, eyes glancing down at the card. I nod, pat him on the arm.

"I'll be back." I agree. "And we can finish that bottle."

I leave him with the card, and leave him alone with the bottle. I trust he'll keep it, tucked away somewhere in his office. The only allegiance he has left, a string to pull on that can't be cut.

The one thing none of us can leave behind. 

Not even the ghosts.

Text: The court is populated by ghosts, ghost prosecutors, defense attorneys, judges. Nothing to lose, no memories or allegiances, impossible to threaten. It’s my job to figure out how to bribe one.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Pussy Xavier: 7 Days Series (Day 1.5: Shopping)

Final part for today! I'll probably be writing more chapters tomorrow, who knows, I sure as hell don't. I hope you guys enjoy some pussy Xavier. Oh and before I forget, I had to post these today to celebrate my dear friend's birthday! So happy birthday dear, I hope all your pussy Xavier fantasize will come to life with this.

Warnings: Fluff Synopsis: With Xavier's new anatomy, you decide he should probably get underwear that was a bit more comfortable. Going on a simple shopping trip, however, ends up with a basket full of snacks. Word Count: 2.2k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Day 1.5: Shopping

It was nearing noon by the time Xavier was finally willing to let go of his hold on you in the bed. He had been so content just lying there all day that when you told him you needed to get up and use the restroom, he reluctantly let you go. However, he wasn't done with clinging onto you just yet. This is how you found yourself sitting on his lap while you scrolled through your phone, and he flicked through movie options for you two to watch.

You were looking for reviews on some of the movies he suggested, telling him if they were good or not based on what others were saying. Xavier let out a small sigh as he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder, "I'll be right back; I'm going to grab us a snack real fast." Xavier said, shifting you off his lap so he could stand up. You watched him leaving the room, adjusting his underwear uncomfortably as he did so, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

He turned to you with a small pout but otherwise went into the kitchen to grab a bag of chips you two could snack on. By the time he was sitting down on the couch, you had figured out what you wanted to watch. There was a slightly more pressing issue that you needed to bring up.

"Think you'd be more comfortable in a pair of underwear that…hugs you a bit better?" You asked him, and he looked at you in confusion. "You can borrow some of mine."

Xavier cleared his throat and looked away from you for a moment, "I don't think that's…necessary." He murmured to you with a sigh, "I don't even know if they'd fit me." Well, he had a point there. Xavier was pretty well endowed in the rear area, something you couldn't help but notice anytime he was walking away from you. It was just…right there. A perfect bubble butt that you thought was absolutely adorable. He was right, though; there was no guarantee your stuff would fit him.

"Then how about we go out shopping for some?" You suggested to him. You looked at the plain bag of chips in his hand, something he normally grabbed when you guys were otherwise running out of snacks, "We can pick up some snacks while we're out." You said, knowing that would be enough to coax him to go out with you…hopefully.

Xavier hummed as he seemed to think it over, "Perhaps…that would be fine. If it helps make me more comfortable, then I have no objections." He said. Xavier was normally such a homebody on his days off, and while you certainly enjoyed getting to stay in, it was also a nice treat to go out placed. Even something as simple as a grocery store was fun if he was tagging along with you.

You both had gotten ready pretty fast, throwing on casual outfits since you weren't planning on staying out for too long. As you were putting on your shoes, you heard Pancake meowing at you for some attention. You chuckled as you scooped up your pet cat and gave her a small kiss on the forehead, "We'll be back before you know it, Pancake." You promised the kitty, who meowed happily.

You watched Xavier lean forward and kiss Pancake's head, "Watch over the house while we're gone." He said, and in return, he got another cute meow. He chuckled, then leaned to give you a kiss on the forehead. You let out a small laugh as you dropped Pancake onto the ground and grabbed your wallet from the area next to the door. Xavier followed you out of the apartment, and you walked hand in hand over to the train station.

Your timing, thankfully, couldn't have gotten any better. As soon as you guys were at the station, you could see that the next train would be arriving in a few minutes. "I guess we got pretty lucky," Xavier murmured while leaning down to speak in your ear.

"I'm pretty sure anytime I'm with you, we get incredibly lucky. My little good luck charm." You reached up and pinched his cheek. Xavier batted your hand away, but he couldn't hold back the smile that was gracing his face.

You two stood back on the platform as the train came in, and then Xavier grabbed your hand and helped you onboard it. He held you tight against his chest as people filed in; he reached up and grabbed one of the handles hanging from the roof of the train. You looked up at him and chuckled, "Guess we can't always be too lucky." You commented as you felt someone brushing against you.

Xavier's hand came over to wrap around your waist so you could hold onto him as the train began moving, "It's fine; it's only two stops away, so we won't be on here for long." Xavier seemed unbothered as always. His arm was securely around you as you shifted a bit, and the train moved around. Every time Xavier happened to see something outside that looked particularly breathtaking, he'd bring your attention to it.

Without much issue, the train arrived at the station you needed the most. Azure Square, the heart of Linkon City. You were close by to your work now as Xavier grabbed your hand and placed it into his own pocket while giving it a small squeeze, "We aren't here for work today, remember." He said, and you nodded.

"I know; I was just wondering if we might run into one of our colleagues, is all." It was around the time people would either be on their lunch break or just coming back from it.

"If luck is on our side…we won't." Xavier's words were blunt and made you laugh as he took you into the store. It had a bit of everything you needed in it, from clothes to groceries. The one-stop shop for all your needs as you dragged Xavier to the women's clothing area. You could see how uncomfortable he was as he shifted his eyes. It wasn't too busy inside, let alone in this department, as you began looking at the packs of underwear on display.

Your eyes easily caught the sight of some boyshort-styled underwear, and you grabbed the large pair, "Think these will be fine?" you asked, not knowing his exact measurement. They should hypothetically fit him since they seemed to have an elastic waistband, and he took a glance at them.

"Ya, those will work." They almost resembled briefs, which was the entire reason you grabbed them. As cute as he'd look in a lacy number, you doubt he'd be amused by having to wear them. The chances that he'd do it anyway were pretty high, though, so if this did continue on for a while, you might have to buy him some eventually. After you threw the underwear pack into the basket Xavier had grabbed, he was already making his way to the snack area.

This was somewhere that Xavier was very comfortable in as he took a look at everything there was. He grabbed a few things, such as flavored chips, beef jerky, and some boxes of pocky. "Really, pocky?" you asked him with a smirk.

"For old time's sake. They're a fun snack to eat together." He clarified, and you hummed.

"You know we're dating now. If you want an excuse to kiss me, all you have to do is ask." You remind him, and just as you said this, his mouth was on yours for a quick peck. You covered your own mouth with a small blush and rolled your eyes at his antics.

"Come on, I think this should be enough. I don't think the basket could hold much more…we should've gotten a cart." He muttered the last part under his breath.

"Xavier, we need to carry all this back onto the train, in case you forgot. This is plenty." Despite your words, you were grabbing two snacks you enjoyed, and he sent you a knowing look. You both went up front to the self-checkout and with you scanning and Xavier bagging everything, you were able to get out of there in a timely fashion.

Xavier was insistent on holding the bags himself as you two began walking down the streets of Linkon. You checked the train schedule and sighed, "Next train isn't coming around for another half hour." You commented to him. Xavier frowned as he looked around the area before he seemed to have something catch his eye.

"Well, it would take us half an hour to walk back home…or we could stop by a new cafe and wait for the next train." He commented, and you looked over to see a grand opening sign for a cafe. You smiled and looked up at him and hooked your arm with his own.

"That sounds good to me; I won't turn down a good drink." You said as you made your way inside. The interior seemed polished from the new establishment, and you took the bags from Xavier to find a spot in a booth by the window near the back. You trusted Xavier to know your order by now, and he certainly delivered as he came over with two drinks in hand and two small bags filled with pastries.

"Coffee and Danishes, at your ready," Xavier said as he placed your drink in front of you. It was a bit cold out, so feeling the warmth of the coffee cup made you sigh in relief as you brought it to your mouth and blew on the top.

"What would I do without you?" You asked him as you took the first sip. He managed to get your order perfect as you settled more into your chair. Xavier sat across from you as he drank from his own cup, and you had a strong feeling it was just a plain coffee from experience. How he managed to deal with the bitter taste was a mystery, but when he kissed you after some coffee, his kisses still tasted sweet, so you weren't about to complain.

"I prefer not to think about that." He explained, and you watched as he shifted in his chair before moving to cross his legs, something you don't think you've ever really seen him do. Crossing his ankles, sure, but never full-on crossing his legs like that.

"You good?" You asked, and Xavier sighed as he looked around. He was already tearing a piece of the strawberry Danish off to pop into his mouth when he paused in his motion so he could give you an answer.

"Ya… I'm just not used to it. It always feels…wet." He said, a slight flush on his cheeks now, and you nodded.

"That happens." You said, "It's annoying, but just a part of dealing with it. It's not that bad. This is why I told you it was so important to change your underwear on a daily basis." You pointed out, and Xavier shook his head as he bit into the Danish. He was pouting now as he swallowed the bit in his mouth.

"At this rate, I need to change twice in a day…if not more." It was clear he was not enjoying that part. Well, he wasn't exactly enjoying any part of it at the moment, but you were sure if it went on long enough, he might be fine with it eventually.

"I mean, you can always put a panty liner in your underwear." You commented, and Xavier turned to you confused, "Normally, it's worn when your period is almost over, and it's light, but since it can be taken out and thrown away so you can put on a new one, it's a good solution. Whenever it gets wet, you can just put on a new one." You explained to him, "I mean, it's not like this hasn't been done before." You tell him.

"All I have to do is…put on a thin pad…that could work," Xavier said, and you nodded.

"Simple solutions for simple problems." You said and then decided to enjoy your treat as well, "When we get back to the apartment, I can show you how to put one on." You said, and Xavier frowned.

"How hard can it be?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"It's probably the easiest thing ever, but just in case, you know?" You said after swallowing some of your food, "But we should probably hurry up in here. We only have about ten minutes before the next train, and I don't want to miss it." You glanced at your phone as the alarm you set went off.

"Alright, fine, and then we're watching movies for the rest of the day." He said, "And eating snacks…we can order dinner."

"Sounds good to me, now let's get going." You said, standing up and holding your half-eaten treat in one hand while the other is held out to Xavier to take. Feeling him taking your hand in his own had you smiling as you pulled him back up. He quickly took your food and placed it into one of the grocery bags. He then guided you out of the cafe so you two could make it back home as soon as possible.

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[gatheredfates]

I said I was going to do a new drive for the New Year! It's a teensy bit late, but it's the thought that counts.

Hi! My name is Sea, and I like to collect things. 💙

Specifically, as of February this year, I have made it my mission to collect as many resources for the Final Fantasy community as I can; including, but not limited to: Communities, Events, Free Companies, How-To Guides, Lore, Tools and more! I have compiled them into Sea's Community Compendium for FFXIV Creatives, a venture I hope will service as a directory for new and old FFXIV players alike to find places and things they might not otherwise know about, and I'm proud to say that the Compendium has over a hundred individual entries!

...But I want more.

Specifically, as much as this is a call to introduce new people to the Compendium, it is a call for anyone who might know of specific resources/communities that not in the document to take a moment's time out of their day to let me know about them. You can submit specific resources via:

My tumblr dm's.

This handy google form.

Or SEAFLOOR, my support and social community for the Compendium and adjacent projects.

You do not need to be a resource/server owner to submit; there just needs to be a publicly accessible link. ✨

Projects like mine equally cannot survive without the support of the community. If you like what I do, please reblog this post or share it with your friends; post it in your community servers or link it on your social media(s). The more visibility I get, the larger the Compendium becomes and the more likely you are to find a resource or community to suit your needs.

Okay, but really, Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. This is all publicly available on the document.

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads. (Though these get posted to the SEAFLOOR Tumblr Community when I find them!)

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include IC tabloid blogs or other ventures used to generate roleplay.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Modding outside of general how-to guides and compendiums of a similar spirit to this. This is for no other reason other than I do not want the document to be drowned in mod-related links.

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

I want to put my community on the Compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my Community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community/resource on the Compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it. The same goes for resources; if it's relevant to the game, it'll be useful to someone.

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, contact me asap!

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[docholligay]

The bummer of the deal, is that like so many things in life, the answer is just hard work and consistency. Sucks for me as well.

So, I always knew I wanted to have a kid that could go out to eat without a tablet and act like a basic human being. Didn't have to be perfect, few people are, but I wanted her to be about as well behaved as your average adult that's had a couple glasses of wine.

When she was about...6 weeks old? 8? i took her out to a wine bar. That was actually easy, she was a peanut, but the main thrust of that was to get her used to the sounds of a restaurant, the atmosphere, etc.

I've been taking her out ever since. Sometimes, I've had to take her outside for a moment, sometimes I've had to cut lunch short, but it's gotten better and better every single time, and now I am reaping the rewards of a three year old who can go out to a fine dining establishment and wow the pants off people. And be enjoyable! And enjoy herself!

It all starts at home though. We have the same rules at home, roughly, that we do out:

We all eat at the table. We don't leave the table unless we're excused. Once we're excused, food is over, and you can't come back into the dining room to play with anyone. you have to go play in your room or the living room.

We use our fork and spoon to eat. We don't eat with our hands except in very specific situations. We use our napkins.

We never use screens while we eat. We don't scroll our phones. We talk to each other while we wait for something. This involves me sometimes having a conversation where I have to talk about my favorite juice for the 86th time, but on the other hand, I'm happy beeb is always trying to find conversational starters to ask people at tables.

From the time we've been eating solid food, she's been eating with us, and eating the same thing we do. So we don't have the "only eating chicken nuggets" problem. She loves nuggets! But she gets a large say in what she eats for breakfast and lunch, and is well aware that dinner is a family affair, and sometimes all of us are served something we like less. So we can eat anywhere.

So really when we go out the only differences are that she has to order for herself, which she does with confidence because I've been working on that with her since she was about two, and that dinner or lunch is generally quite a bit longer, which is sometimes hard for her but she pushes through and does great.

I'm really happy I pushed it! I've been pushing for good public behavior basically her entire life. I like to go out in public. So she needs to know how to go out in public. We are now at the point where I genuinely enjoy going places with her, and she is rapidly learning that people are so charmed by her that she gets good treatment. She often gets free things. We're learning a lot about public presentation and behavior, and how it works as currency. I am SO happy I live in a community where her behavior is incentivized! People respond to her being social and well-mannered!

But also, I have put in a lot of work. I'm not ashamed to say it. If she doesn't do right, she loses privileges. I don't let her act like a fool. Now, when parents see me in public, i often get the, 'Oh i wish mine were so easy" but it's not like beeb was born ordering caprese salad and a san pellegrino like a 40 year old divorcee. I took her out when it was really really hard, with the idea that I wanted a kid I liked hanging out with. I am very happy I did.

It's hard but also...not? I guess? It's just a committing to the suck until you come through the fire. I barely remember the absolutely tough times though i know they existed, because, again, I now have a child where people are shocked when she replies, 'I'm three!"

[iwikpines]

Okay, TW small mentions of depression:

I've recently been going through some Stuff™ and I'd come to the conclusion that I'm not happy and that it's very difficult for me to feel excited or grateful for things. I'd been just doing things in autopilot and not caring very much about finding joy in those things cause I just didn't think I could find it.

Yeah let's just say I've been depressed.

So when I actually found joy and excitement in a fandom Tumblr tag I couldn't believe myself!!!! I know this may sound silly, but being part of the Cinderella Boy community in here has brought me so many good feelings and thoughts. You guys have no idea how happy you make me when you reblog my art and you leave nice comments or talk about it on the Discord. I know the validation only brings temporary serotonin BUT the thing is, it had been ages since that had happened to me!!!! I looove talking to you guys, seeing your fanart on my feed, reading your theories and fanfiction. I love feeling included in the fandom, knowing that I'm known, all of that. Last night I couldn't sleep because I genuinely was so happy rereading some of your tags in my art that my heart couldn't stop pounding!!! (this is a good thing. I'll take a nice nap later, don't worry)

Guess what I'm trying to say with all this rambling is that I'm very thankful to all of you, and to Punko for creating such an amazing story. We may be strangers in real life, but know that all of you have helped make the life of a depressed 21-year-old girl from a different continent much more bearable and happy. You make things better just by doing small acts. You are greater than you think, and I'm so so grateful to you.

Yeah .... just wanted to share some positivity before my exam I guess. Maybe this'll make someone's day, just like you usually make mine :] <3 lot's of love, y'all!!!

[kierongillen]

HEY GILLEN!! i have a few questions for you, if you don't mind answering them! what was in your mind for S.W.O.R.D's ending? abigail brand is one of my favorite characters and i just need to know what you had planned for her and beast -- and unit too, honestly.

also -- which pheonix host is your personal favorite? if you have an opinion on that!

It's hard, as the things which got us there never happened and so the emotional through line isn't there.

Excuse the roughness of this. There's a lot more, and I'm always aware whenever I describe a half idea, what's missing is the craft in executing it.

The final scene would have been Brand with UNIT back in his cell, while Beast has packed his bags and is leaving SWORD forever.

The context: UNIT had escaped, as another UNIT turned up, and been the big bad. The story seemed to reveal that our UNIT was actually a penitent war weapon who wanted to be punished, while this other UNIT was the real unrepentant monster. UNIT and SWORD have to stop him, and they do.

In the moment when the other UNIT is defeated and is killed, there's a mind to mind conversation between the UNITs - where basically the other UNIT reveals this is all about buying the original UNIT cover. They'll trust you now. This is all for the greater good. These two UNITs were old lovers (for those who have read the battleworld SHIELD mini may see what I was riffing on there - the idea of SHIELD was, in part, me doing fanfic versions of stories you never read. Me writing a happier ending for the two UNITs)

In short, for the greater good, UNIT forsakes his great love. Anyway - Brand and Beast had split up, because Brand was always putting the work first, and generally pushing Beast away. There was a whole lot along the way (the basic plot of the book was it was beauty and the beast - but Beast is the beauty and Brand is the beast.) She was closing him off, at every chance we got, as she had to protect the earth.

When this meeting is going on, Beast is leaving SWORD, out the station, back to Earth.

Brand and UNIT are doing a normal meeting, and everything is by the book.

At one point, UNIT just breaks off from the serious briefing and tells her: It's not worth it.

This throws her. She doesn't understand what he means. Your whole thing is about the greater good, UNIT. What do you mean?

To sacrifice love for duty? If you were an immortal being like I am... perhaps it's worth it. The dividends are larger. But your life is very short, Agent Brand. It's not worth it.

So it's a big moment for UNIT in terms of that awful bittersweetness of him clearly thinking he's made a mistake... and also for Brand. This robot, which she still distrusts to some level, who she views as a cold and calculating thing... is telling her this.

Unit is basically her. She is turning herself into a robot. She doesn't want to be a robot. She doesn't know it, but senses the truth - even the robot doesn't really want to be the robot.

It gets through to her.

She runs through the Sword Station.

We have the full "stopping Beast boarding the plane" scene, and we end on the big kiss.

Aww.

I think of that Beast and Brand a lot. There was a fork in the timeline for them, and I didn't realise when writing SWORD we were already past it - the Beast who became a genocidal monster was already appearing in another thread of Marvel's tapestry. I think that timeline as the one where Brand influenced Beast more than Beast influenced Brand - or maybe better phrased as the SWORD timeline was one where the relationship made them better, rather than making them both worse.

(I sort of allude to this briefly in Immortal X-men issue 1.)

They were great stories - Brand and Beast were two of Krakoa's greatest villains - but I'm still a little sad for them. Brand and Beast were the first couple in the MU who were briefly "mine", so I can't pine a little for that timeline where they kissed.

[raileurta]

GREETINGS my thoughts are once again plagued with thoughts of the teenage bug queen and I'm making it your problem.

You mentioned that miko just sorta bullshits her way to success and that gave me an idea. Imagine if she accidentally recruited megatrons forces

How does one accidentally get recruit a bunch of vehicons you ask? Apperantly by going on a rant about how much megatron sucks while capturing an energon mine and only realizing you have more of an audience then intended when the miners their start cheering and swearing loyalty.

Miko just sort if rolls with this development, she can hand a couple miners after all. But apperently she was being recorded and those miners sent the video to their friends, who sent it to theirs friends, and so on until like a dozen is turned into several dozens showing up at that mine to swear loyalty. By the end of it all a routine energon raid has granted her roughly fifty new recruits, an energon mine plus coordinates to even more, and whatever tech and weaponry the vehicons could get their hands on when they left.

Hellllllllooooo 👋 :D. Great idea lad.

Yeah Miko is somehow extremely competent but only by accident 99% of the time. She's at this point is half convinced Unicron or something is messing with her.

Anyways I bet her main part of her speech would be pointing out the hypocrisy of Megatron. He started the war so there would be no more caste systems or anyone might be treated as disposable anymore. Megatron now though sees all organic life as below him, treats the Vehicons as disposable cannon fonder, and just overall a cruel dictator. Vehicons are literally working in the mines against their will! Doesn't that sound similar to anyone??! Hint hint Sentinel.

I feel like with Miko now going to be heavily involved in transformers matters she would be taught by the autobots and Insecticons the full story of the war. It would give her a very unique perspective having learned from both sides. She definitely now knows things about the Autobots she rather not know but she has to learn about them.

She ends her speech talking about why do the Vehicons work for Megatron?! Is it out some old loyalty to the cause, they are too scared to, or they just think that's what they are "made" for? Regardless of the answer her feelings are still the same if Megatronous can rise up from the mines and change the status quo why can't the Vehicons? After finishing ranting to I imagine someone on the phone she would notice she was now surrounded by vehicons. They are in shock, after a second of awkward silence the Vehicons start cheering for her and exclaiming their new loyalties. Miko internally is like I did it again haven't I? She is relatively calm at first what's an extra couple of Vehicons?

Then every Vehicon in the mine is now just trying to tell or shove anything relatively useful at her. Which she is grateful for don't get her wrong but calm down guys please. It takes a lot of gentle parenting leadership into cooling everyone down. Miko talks about how Megatron is definitely going to notice 50 missing Vehicons and they need preparations to take them in. So she's like what if a third of you stay with Megatron, here me out and like be spies? You can mess up the deceptions' plans and recruit more bots! Know one wouldn't suspect a thing! You just say the others were destroyed in a cave-in. Not like megatron going to care. The Vehicons happily agree to the plan! After everyone and energon is all gone they set up explosives and detonate the mine. This one of those rare times Miko is competent on purpose.

After everyone is settled she calls the Autobots and explains everything. By the end their jaws are dropped except Magnus who is a little smug (Very much smug) about this whole situation.

[someone-elsa]

Q&A with Chanthira ♥

Bachelorette Challenge: Something about Chanthira ♥

Questions sent by candidates of @relatabletrait (Lincoln) and @enchanteriv (Val)

Val: "How do you imagine living with your chosen one when you are often separated by thousands of kilometers?"

I think spending time apart does good for a relationship. Keeps one yearning, you know? That said, I don't plan on working (as a flight attendant) my whole life.

Val: "Have you ever had a moment when you just decided to take a chance and go somewhere without knowing what was going to happen, and it turned out to be the best adventure?"

Sometimes when we have time at the destination, my colleagues and I explore. Once we found a party so fun that we almost missed our flight! Ooops!

Lincoln: "I know you're a flight attendant. where is the least interesting place you've travelled, and why? I've been to dozens of beautiful places in order to promote my nectars. I would be interested to hear about the ugliest."

Ugly places can be interesting! But I'll say Bluewater Village is the least interesting. They have a small airport, I've only been there once and that was enough. Very business oriented place but it's not even interesting business, only furniture stores and such. I can't choose the ugliest, every place has it's unique charm.

Lincoln: "what is your favorite odd flavor? don't say strawberry or vanilla. mine is dusty leather belt."

Does salty liquorice count? I found salty liquorice candies in Swemland and I loved them. I brought them back home but everyone hated them. More candy for me!

Lincoln: "my younger neighbors keep calling me a 'dilf,' what does that mean?"

Honey, mature doesn't mean "too old to know how to use the Internet".

[technically-a-kiwi]

Here's the rest babyyyyy

Part 1 | Part 3

Some quotes because I couldn't find the energy to draw this:

C Pep: Can you help me ?

C Noise, smoking and grining : How about you help yourself to some gym courses Nahahaha! C Pep pulls out a candy out of his pocket : I'll-a give you this if you do C Noise throws his cigar up in the air: Okay nevermind I'm in

*C Pep and C Noise are looking down menacingly at a planet* C Pep : ... sodas ? C Noise : *shakes head in disagreement* hum-hum, mustard and ketchup. *Suddenly, the oceans of the planet turn into mustard oceans and the lakes and sources into ketchup.* *Both entities laugh and giggles* Eldritch being : Bow to me worthless being, your power is nothing but a speck compared to mine... C Pep : What if I hit you with-a this sandal reaaaally hard ? Eldritch being : ... HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THA- *Gets squashed like a mosquito* C Pep as he looks at Cancer: See piccolitto ? When someone bad-mouths you, you must call an adult so they can slap them across the face for-a you .

Now that the main two have been properly developed, here's a little info on cosmic Pepperman.

here's some older drawings, I thought I'd share it now or they'll never see the light of the day...

In this version, he's no longer a cosmic entity but just an eldritch entity, not quite as powerful but still enough to absolutely desimate entire worlds

What brought such a being into existence you may ask ?

Well, all of the magic and pride from every Pepperman in the multiverse formed a entity at the image of their paintings. Don't think of him as Pepperman tho, he's not, he's but a mear incarnation of pride and ego, a very one dimensional on in fact, he litteraly doesn't know his name is Phil, any complicated deep feelings simply don't exist for him.

He just loves to brag about his beauty, his art (especially his art) and power, very irritating guy...

mini comic time:

He HATES C Peppino, not because he undermined him the first time he met him, it's because he can't accepte the fact that the power of creation is owned by a stressed out messy old man, and not the MIGHTY Pepperman.

Now, the Ticket Stand

First, let's clarify this: the Ticket stand is the booth with the entity inside, the entity inside is just called "Ticket stand guy"

The Ticket Stand guy is an entity of the void, it came to life after absorbing a small flame from C Pep's primordial fire. It just passes time by selling it's services as a reality warper for the fair price of $10.

I've already quite developed it's story, so I'll just give you some doodles

C Noise thinks it's funny, and pointless. Why would the void need personification ? And why choose a F. Pep ?

C Pep thinks he's more of a hasard than anything, not very fond that a void entity is casually going around the multiverse. But it seems calm enough, so he let's it live. Pretty much every eldritch entities in the cosmic realm can destroy the multiverse if they wanted so... yeah...he's used to it

and now, Noisette !

Noisette is a little star traveler ! She wonders throughout realms atop her umbrella.

She's quite the bubbly chatter box, and loves to hear adventures from other people.

Here she isn't fond of C Noise at all, she thinks he's an obnoxious weirdo

She likes C Pep tho, he's a funny man

She's not very developed I'm sorry, but I love her and her design and couldn't bring myself to ignore her.

And uuuh idk now... I still have some stuff...

hum... oh! Not so fun fact, C Pep and C Noise know about the au's previous versions, everytime I change my mind the world resets but not their memory, their power may change from time to time but other than that that's all. C Pep's gotta remake a new patch of universes everytime... oh god, glad it's the final version...

Now, random shit idk :

just putting this here so I remember I have to finish this drawing.

This was the first ever Cosmic Noise drawing, back at january when he was just called "Nebulla Noise"

hehe, bluepino

Oh, remember Nebulosa Peppino ? Here's Nebulosa Noise, well technically here's the preparatory photo

Cool isn't it ? Idk if I'll ever finish him, I don't think I will now...

And here's C Pep using one of his beta color palettes, back when I wanted him to harbor dark blues to blend with the cosmos, with white glowing eyes stairing at you from the abyss, of course the original didn't look nearly as good as this, I had to tweak it up a little

This is a scraped mini comic I made, I didn't post it due to it's poor quality, but what the hell I'll post it now

And this is a whole lot more bigger scrapped comic starring C Noise and the soon to be C Noisette of this version. I never bothered to finish it because back when I made it, I barely had an idea of what the AU is about and it just didn't match with my idea of the Cosmic AU eventually. You can try to read it, but I warn you it's full of weird shit.

This is also a scrapped comic. In this story, C Pep creates out of a burst of creativity a cheese town with a cheese castle, cheese people with their cheese king and queen (none of them are sentient). Eventually the town is attacked by space rats (yes, space rats are a thing), C Pep beats them off effortlessly but got flamed up in the heat of the fight, in his absolute shock he sees that his flames didn't melt anything in the town, after repairing some buildings that broke during the fight, he leaves... but he didn't realise that during the fight his primordial fire gave sentience to all cheese people who witnessed his heroic acts. The cheese people immediately start to carve, write and sing about the story of The Mighty Cosmic chef, creator and hero of Cheesetopia. It was fun in my head but I eventually got a little bored and passed on some other projects.

Part 3