#i have so many more wips but i need to post something

[dontpulloutman]

7 minutes of lewis & yn talking about each other

singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: i have maybe 2 more singer!yn wips + 1 owen taylor wip. i'm super busy this week so i'm not sure when i can post those uhhh pls be patient w me ty ily i hope u like this

The video begins with the oldest; it’s Lew seated in an interview with Jay and Monica to promote Top Gun: Maverick. “So, it’s safe to assume that all the flight training and exercise needed to stay in shape must take many hours. Who are your favorite artists to jam out and work out to?”

Lewis can’t hide the way his lips quirk, “Recently, I’ve been listening to a lot of Y/N.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see the way Monica and Jay look at him. Knowing glints in their gazes.

“Really?” the interview asks, “I didn’t expect that.”

“No, yeah. She’s great.” Lewis smiles.

“She’s really great,” Jay adds. Monica tries to subtly hide her smile behind her hand.

“I jam out to Bad Blood on the treadmill.” Lewis comments, cheeky smile plastered on his face before Monica changes the topic.

“Muses & Anecdotes, congratulations on the new album!” The radio talkshow host exclaims. Seated across from him, you smile. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s doing really well. All thirteen tracks on Billboard’s Top 20. How does it feel?”

“It feels amazing. I had some doubts about releasing an album entirely on my own again, but I was encouraged by some very close friends and I decided, ‘Hey, why not?’. Luckily, it’s working out so far.”

“It’s more than just ‘working out.” The host teases, and you let out a little laugh. “So, speaking of ‘muses & anecdotes’, can we perhaps have an explanation to what ‘muses’ and what ‘anecdotes’ mean? Not the Merriam-Webster definition, but the YN LN definition.”

You let out another laugh. Letting out a hum, you think of how to phrase your answer.

“When I first started to conceptualize the album, I knew that it would encompass thoughts and feelings of certain events over the course of six years. Anecdotes quite literally means an account of an event that is… amusing or interesting.”

“And what does ‘muses’ mean to YN LN?”

The host eyes you, you catch the humor on their face.

“You know what it means, Rich.”

“I don’t! Promise!” the host is laughing.

“All of the songs in this album are inspired by and dedicated to a special person in my life.”

“That person being…?”

“Oh, stop it," you joke with a roll of your eyes.

The next clip is of a red-carpet interview for the premiere of Thunderbolts. Front and center of the video, Lewis is talking into a mic, he’s grinning at the question the interviewer asked him.

“My muse is here,” he’s grinning, head turning quickly to the side, down the aisle where you’re engaged in another interview of your own.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” the interviewer starts, “But is this your first red carpet together?”

“Yes, it is,” Lewis confirms, “This is… Coming to an event like this has been something we’ve always wanted to do together, but it never really worked out in the past. I’m just happy we’ve finally done it.”

“How do you think YN will react to The Sentry?”

“Oh, I think she’ll hate him. I sent her pics during filming. She absolutely hated the hair. She’s in love with the Void, though.” Lew lets out a small laugh, mind recalling the texts you sent him when the trailer released.

“That was unexpected!”

Lewis gives a wink to the camera, “She loves his hair more.”

“I’m so excited. I’m such a huge fan of everybody, and Flo is one of my closest friends in Hollywood. I just — I can’t wait to see the whole film!” The next clip is YN on the same red carpet, with the same interviewer.

“And of course, you’re here for Lewis too?”

“Yes, of course,” you cut yourself off, turning your head to look for him, “Where is he? — Oh, there.” You see him ahead of you in the press line, talking to another interviewer. “I told him the reason I came today is to see the Void. I love his hair.”

“Lewis told us awhile ago. Not a fan of the blonde?”

“I am! Just… I love the Void more.”

The next clip is a little blurry, taken under the dim lights of your most recent concert. The camera is focused on the stage, where you’re dancing to ‘Dress’.

I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side

My hands shake, I can't explain this ah, ha, ha, ha

Say my name and everything just stops

The camera turns to where Lewis is watching you from the VIP tent, it zooms in on his face, his smile, and how he whispers your name, before the beat starts up again.

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

“I feel so lucky to know her.”

The final clip is from a Zoom interview, Lewis is leaned toward the camera of his laptop, a lazy smile on his lips, “She’s my best friend, my biggest supporter.” This whole press junket, ever since the two of you went public with your relationship, questions about your relationship never fails to be brought up at least once. He never gets tired of talking about you.

Comments (274)

ally_browne PARENTS

falsedg0dz yn cant stop yapping abt lewis she released bonus tracks of muses n anecdotes OUT OF FUCKIN NOWHERE???

lewpulledman this is the first celeb couple where i feel like they really like each other

bobonboard girlie cant stop singing abt how in love and horny they r for one another

l0vedstory hard launching at 6 years …. we couldve had 6 yrs of them doing this

ynlewtruther I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT YN’S ROLLING STONE INTERVIEW

millsjules wait why? ynlewtruther she wrote some songs at lewis’s montana place and she said in the interview that she realized he liked her back when she walked in on him playing “snap out of it” by arctic monkeys on the drums dfhgjkdfhg milesjules WHAT???? thats hilarious

voidedyn yn … lewis …. me …. sabrina carpenter paris juno position

[twistedwonderflan]

How Many Synonyms Are There for the Word "Pest"?

seeing all the posts of jade's newest ssr made me go back through some twst wips i have saved. this one's short. can't remember what inspired it. i had it titled: how many synonyms are there for the word "pest"?

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info: SFW; Jade Leech x Prefect/Reader (gender neutral); Jade's POV snippet: His eyes narrowed, focusing on a boy who was getting egged on by his friends. That annoyance got up, puffed out his chest, and began to approach your table. Ah. These pests were really getting on Jade's nerves.

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With you being quite the popular and infamous student in this school, the amount of confessions you received from desperate schoolboys was both sad and unsurprising. Jade already tolerated the ones you called "friends," especially since they did a passable job keeping the more unsavory characters away from you when he wasn't around. But to see some no-name student approaching you with the intent of getting a date... It irritated Jade to no end.

What was more annoying was when these worms had the gall to approach you during your visits to Mostro Lounge by his invitation. The purpose for inviting you in the first place was so that even during his busy schedule, he could still squeeze in some time to spend with you. Yet these people still tried to interfere.

He was beginning to reconsider keeping the relationship you two had a secret. Should he just be more forthright with it?

...no. He wasn't going to let his decision-making be affected by scum that barely reached his ankles. If and when the romantic relationship he had with you was put out in the open, it was because you were ready to make it public, not because some nuisances forced either his or your hand.

Floyd was currently sitting with you at your table, grinning broadly as he told you something he found funny. You raised a brow as you tried to keep a straight face. The tremble in your lips as you fought back a laugh made Jade quietly chuckle to himself.

Floyd begrudgingly got up when he was called for help at another table. Jade watched as you waved goodbye to him before focusing back on your study guide. It was only when his brother was nowhere near your vicinity did Jade fix his gaze on a rowdy little group sitting at another table. His eyes narrowed, focusing on a boy who was getting egged on by his friends. That annoyance got up, puffed out his chest, and began to approach your table.

Ah. These pests were really getting on Jade's nerves.

He swiftly left his station behind the bar counter and, before the boy could get anywhere near your table, Jade smoothly slipped into the booth beside you.

You jumped in surprise, not having seen him coming. Jade smiled pleasantly and leaned over your shoulder to peer at your notes.

"Is everything going well?" he asked as he reached up and tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear. A feeling of satisfaction welled up in his chest when you averted your gaze, looking shy but pleased.

"Um, yeah," you stammered, awkwardly reaching for your half-empty drink. "What's up?"

"Your drink's almost empty. Would you like to join me at the bar counter so I can refill it?" He spotted the reluctance in your eyes, perhaps thinking you would be a bother if you were seated so close to his work station, but Jade was already plucking up the cup. He smiled and stood up from the booth, giving you way to accompany him. "Perhaps I can also tutor you when I'm not needed."

A small huff of a laugh escaped you. You took hold of his proffered hand and stood up, making sure to grab your study guide. "Sure. What’ll I owe you?"

"Merely your pleasant company." Jade glanced back at the boy from earlier. He was facing the other way and standing stiff, as if he had abruptly turned around to fool Jade into thinking he wasn't about to bother you. Even his friends in the background had fallen quiet, most likely not wanting to risk incurring any more of Jade's ire. Jade smirked to himself and escorted you to the bar counter.

"Did you just leave bar unmanned?" you whispered as you took a seat at the last stool. You glanced around warily. "Azul's gonna get upset if he found out."

"It was for but a minute. I'm sure no one here would be so heartless as to squeal on me," he chuckled, eyes roving over the few other customers sitting at the counter. They nervously averted their gaze from his sharp smile. He refilled your drink and placed it beside your notes. "I have to fill a few orders but don't be shy to ask any questions."

You beamed, and Jade's smile turned into something softer. "Thanks," you piped before going back to sipping your drink and going over your notes.

Jade did a quick glance around the room, sensing some of the other customers' tension. Now that you were under his watchful eye, he'd like to see who among them would have the audacity to bother his favorite customer. Other than the occasional Floyd, perhaps the only person he didn't mind getting cozy with you, no one dared to come close to you for the rest of your time in the Lounge. Just as he hoped when he invited you here in the first place, he had your company all to himself.

[artiificiial]

i have not been able to stop marveling at my rivals as of late, so here are a bunch of doodles (procreate/magma)

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

I'm a little late for WIP Wednesday but I haven't knit since Wednesday so it still counts right?

I have absolutely smashed this underarm portion of the back panel, on row 153/160 (95%!!!). However. My goal for the underarm length is 24 inches. And I'm currently at 22. T-T I will Increase My Total (168 will probably work but I'll report back when I have motivation)

I'm already looking ahead to the upper back portion, which will be about 64 rows based on my gauge. Plus a couple more rows for shoulder shaping.... I'm Actually on row 153 out of 238. 64% finished.

I'm usually a Process Knitter but this is very much a Product Knitter's project. I keep daydreaming about all the lace shawls I could be knitting (but never wear). But the Evil Pink Cardigan.... My precious...

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[soggy-fishsticks]

guys ive been drawing so much lately I've been starting to actually hate it 🙁

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

making a sorta wip/unfinished compilation video thing for all the vsynth projects ive sorta lost interest in/abandoned sounds like it'd be fun to do and help me clear up some space on this got damn computer but im always like uouguhhh but what if it fucking sucks :( when it comes to like actual cover stuff 😔✌️ like mannn

[inkedhorror]

oh when did that happen...

[you-are-my-neverland]

ok. nano in one week and i have two (2) options:

drafting the post-chosen one wip. obviously this is the choice is should do with it as it is already started, i just kind of dropped off the last couple weeks. unfortunately, i have one glaring problem, which is that the most recent chapter went off the rails and i also reached the stopping point in my plot and now idk how to move forward. i know what's theoretically going to happen later on, but i need to seriously sit down and outline to smoothly draft. will i actually do that in a week? who knows.

start my pirate wip. the option i want because it's my current obsession, but i'm also very much in the creation stages and fleshing out worldbuilding details. so it's all bare bones, and i know starting it might be fun, but i don't have a firm enough grasp on the story itself yet unless i plan like crazy over this week. again, do i have time to do that? who knows.

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: How Ingo meets his Pokemon in Hisui

I am once again presenting a way Ingo met Gliscor

[hurricanek8art]

Continuing the Sims Mother/Daughter but 90% Vega's Batuu Adventures while I still can't get SWTOR to work (which I'll put under a read more so I don't annoy people), Vega took a second to stop at the cantina mid-Resistance mission, then got distracted for a second. By what, you ask?

Hondo getting down on the dance floor, which I wasn't expecting but probably should've since it is the Sims. Dang, man, you still got some moves for an old fart!

Now I'm sad that this came out before Fallen Order did, because I could've given Vega the RE-1 droid she has in my fics then. Since I can't, meet C1-30, Cleo for short (yeah I couldn't resist).

Having most missions be Vega slicing into stuff is fun, because that's usually the role I give her in my fics anyway—Aja's great at a lot of things, but she's meh at computer stuff and can't fly a ship to save her life. Seriously, she crashes it. Vega's good at those things, though; perks of growing up the Voidhound's daughter on Port Nowhere. Yay for covering each other's weak points!

Yay for droids being able to run distractions so I don't have to have Reilly continuously pick fights with the locals to keep them from butting in while Vega's slicing even though the interaction keeps giving me exception bug/glitches and I don't know why :P Aaaaaand I gotta restart this mission because the task tracker thingy isn't counting something she already completed. Oh Sims, you buggy mess, you frustrate me so.

[nereidprinc3ss]

no sweeter innocence (than our gentle sin)

in which spencer reid is gentle with overwhelmed fem!reader after sex

18+ (fluff, implied intimacy) warnings/tags: it's just aftercare, but like psychological aftercare, implied intimacy duh, vague descriptions of sex but nothing explicit, hurt/comfort without the hurt, allusions to postcoital dysphoria, reader cries but its not really sad, spencer reid is so kind i wish men were real, i think that is all a/n: guess who wrote an entirely different thing instead of touching her wips..... AGAIN...... this bitch cant do anything omggg!! but this was based on a request so go me also what a strange time to be posting but it's only 1k words and nobody can stop me

“Hey. Are you with me, angel?”

You blink your eyes open in the dark room—reorienting yourself to the tangle of your bodies. How many minutes has it been?

“Hm?”

He chuckles—a quick huff from his nose as he brings a hand up to push hair from your face. 

“I asked you if you’re with me.”

It takes you a moment to answer. You’re still trying to make sense of where you are in space, each sensation coming back to you one by one—the weight and pressure of him against you, the slip of cotton sheets and a cool breeze from the cracked window over your heated sticky skin. 

“Oh.”

It’s not much of an answer and your voice is small. For a moment he lets it sit, cupping your warm cheek. Your eyes flutter shut again. His voice comes gentler, dipped in concern. 

“You okay?”

This time you don’t try to speak. Your tongue is like a lead weight in your mouth and your brain is running on dial-up. The best you can do is to cling to him, hiding your face in the curve of his neck and hoping he’ll understand that your firm hold on him is a request for him to tighten his own arms around you, until you’re sure you won’t float away. He reciprocates and it makes you feel more secure immediately. 

“Can you answer me?” He murmurs, all sweet solicitation, lips brushing the top of your head in this new airtight position. And then, a moment later— “Baby. I wanna hear your voice.”

“Mhm,” you manage. 

Spencer rewards you by rubbing your back in slow circles. His hand feels nice on your bare skin. The way you love him is too big for words. It could make you cry. 

“Wasn’t too much? You’re not hurting anywhere?”

You shake your head and try to ignore the ache in your bones when you can’t seem to get him close enough. 

“Mm-mm.”

It’s not entirely true—your legs are sore, but it’s nothing that needs tending to, and your lower back is a bit crampy, but he’s already working on that. 

He hums. “You’re pretty out of it, sweet girl. What’s going on with you?”

Spencer is always careful with you. He’d never hurt you, or sacrifice your comfort for his pleasure. That said, he’s just as passionate as you are. The stretch of your arms above your head is still fresh in your mind—the ghost of his grip, pressing your wrists into the mattress, or pushing your leg up, or pulling you exactly where he wanted you by the hips. It’s all wonderful, and you never feel safer than you do when you’re with him, but it doesn’t make you feel any less vulnerable, any less raw, after all is said and done. Maybe it’s precisely because you trust him so much that you’re so sensitive afterward. But he never, ever makes you feel bad for having an intense reaction to an intense experience. He always meets you where you’re at. That in itself makes you emotional. Spencer is different than any of the partners you’d had before. 

Again, he’s patient as you try to process his question and work up a response. Maybe a minute later, you’re breathing out something that feels true. 

“Overwhelmed.”

The word is a tap against glass you didn’t know was there until it’s fracturing like a spiderweb. With no warning, and for no good reason, you find yourself choked up. 

“Oh,” he says, sympathetic and drawn out as understanding sets in. “Do you need me to back off for a minute?”

You squeeze him even fiercer and shake your head, unable to stop the tears from drawing their shiny paths down your cheeks and sinking into the weave of the pillow case. 

“Shh. You’re okay,” he murmurs, quiet and slow and almost sing-songy as he smooths your hair, though you know he doesn’t really expect you to stop crying. “You’re okay, pretty. Remember what I said about all the hormonal shifts in your body after you come?”

Once more you nod against him with a small, shuddering sniffle. 

“And how sometimes your body regulates by crying? Kind of like a… a reset button?”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm.” He shifts from rubbing your back to tracing light lines in shapeless patterns with the blunt edges of his nails, and your breath catches before you’re melting in his hold. “It’s okay to have big or confusing feelings after sex. It’s actually really common. I just want you to be honest with me about those feelings, right? So we can keep you safe?”

“Right.”

“Would you tell me if you were hurting, or if something I did or said was bothering you?”

“Yes.”

If you were looking at him you know he’d be smiling ever so slightly at your monosyllabic responses, charting an upward path with his hand and pushing it through your hair at the nape of your neck. “You can just nod, baby. You don’t have to talk. I know you’re tired.”

You make a small noise of gratitude and nuzzle closer, feeling better as the tears slow, quickly as they’d come. 

“Do you want a bath in a little while?”

Another nod. He scratches at your scalp. “Okay. We’ll do a bath, and then dinner, and then I’m finally going to make you watch that documentary about Helvetica. It’s a little outdated, and there are a few basic errors about the origin and development of the font as well as misinformation about the typeface subgroup in general, but I can amend those as we watch and afterward we can read the director’s tenth anniversary statement. I was waiting to read it until we watched it together.”

Spencer knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’ll fall asleep ten minutes in, curled up on the couch under a blanket in your biggest hoodie with your head on his lap and his hand in your hair, just like this. 

He’s actually really looking forward to it.

[softservesoymilk]

I finally figured out why half of my art tag wasn’t showing up and apparently that’s because my phone and laptop have DIFFERENT APOSTROPHES?!? 😭

It’s been fixed now btw. Look at the glorious visage that is my talent, my colours, and my head children <3

[yasmeensh]

Zelda Osamu Dezaki screenshot redraws.

I am an admirer of Osamu Dezaki's art style. I made a mock screenshot of my OC in his style. Then I thought, what if I did that for my favourite series ever, The Legend of Zelda? I love to imagine a Zelda anime in his style. Well, I ended up drawing three of them.

Note: A lot of people are making ghibli style or whatever choice style art using AI and I'd like to say: F*CK them and F*CK AI. This is the first time I use this kind of language on my blog and I'm sorry if it upsets you, but!!! It has to be said! If you want something from your imagination to become reality you need to make it yourself. Actually APPLY that imagination of yours into hard work and the results will be so worth it. Drawing these takes a lot of time and effort, and it's worth it. People need to understand that they gotta enjoy the process! Nothing is more valuable than what is created by our own human hands. If you want something to exist in this world, then you need to take the time to learn how to do it. You can't take shortcuts all the time. And to that, here are some WIP shots and a speedpaint under the cut.

For all of these, I start by sketching on paper. It's easier for me to find forms this way.

Afterwards, I draw over a photo of the sketch on CSP

Followed by blocking in colours. Afterwards I do shading and post-processing.

Here is a speedpaint:

Here are some screenshots from various Osamu Dezaki animes. He's a great inspiration for me. I'm sure many of you have watched at least one of his works, which include Rose of Versailles, Lupin the 3rd, Black Jack, Treasure Island, Ashita no Joe, and the list goes on.