#i hope its ok that i tagged the artists directly

[hinamie]

do u have any tips for uhh idk art term....highlight and contour but for art? specifically w digital art? w pencil and paper it feels super intuitive but then when i switch to digital it looks all flat.............

(is it shading? idk what im doing tbsh)

(also hope ur doing well i feel like im crawling into ur asks every two days or smth looking for art tips sorry T_T)

(yuuji comic made me cry so hard btw)

hi rin!!!!!!! that wld be shading/rendering yes hgbhgfjs there’s no One specific term tho so ur all good <3 also omg re: the yuuji comic IM SORRY I KEEP MAKING U CRY GHJKGJDSGHKJ its ok i made a lot of people cry if the death wishes/pos in the tags are anything 2 go by so ur in good company :D i teared up also

i would Also like to apologize in advance because fr me this is one of those Art Things that becomes more intuitive the more u do it so i am a bit. lost as 2 how to explain but i will sukuna voice ganbare ganbare !!!!

it’s all about light sources babes so pick a direction where the light is hitting from and use that as your main point of reference. If u need to remind yourself where the light is coming from i was taught to draw a lil arrow or sun somewhere on your canvas 2 keep track . areas closest to the light or planes that are more Elevated will be brighter than areas farther away or Deeper. When u think of a face, the forehead and cheeks rest Higher than fr example, the eye sockets, so those areas will catch more light and appear brighter. it /is/ kind of like makeup in that way. 

also, shadows/highlights can have soft or hard edges depending on how . uh . intense, i guess?? the angle of the light is. like with a box vs a sphere, the former will have a lot more Cut and Defined areas of darkness because the plane where light hits is cut off more directly by the presence of a corner, whereas with a sphere the Slope means that the values follow more of a gradient. 

tbh tho if you’re still starting out, to practice light sources and shading it actually might be good to scribble and shade some 3D shapes and spheres/boxes or maybe even draw from life so u can really take time 2 pay attn to how light catches different surfaces . it’s boring work but the practice is never wasted !! lighting can be tricky so try and take the time 2 form Good habits :'> references r ur friends here now more than ever.

other than that, which i feel more or less covers the basics n fundamentals, my wisdoms 2 u and any1 else who will have it: INVEST TIME IN2 FINDING GOOD BRUSHES omg i feel like a lot of that New Artist Look (tm) comes from using default brushes —which on its own is fine, but the kicker is not taking time to get comfortable with how to make the best use of them. the fun of the render is getting to play with textures and colours so find some brush settings that help add a bit of personality!! also . resist defaulting 2 the airbrush tool to shade it Rarely cooperates and can muddy a piece. uhhhh what else what else try not to shade with black for the same reasons ???? i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here but i hope something here was of any value :'>>

[fluidangel]

ok since i've been sharing some piracy stuff i'll talk a bit about how my personal music streaming server is set up. the basic idea is: i either buy my music on bandcamp or download it on soulseek. all of my music is stored on an external hard drive connected to a donated laptop that's next to my house's internet router. this laptop is always on, and runs software that lets me access and stream my any song in my collection to my phone or to other computers. here's the detailed setup:

my home server is an old thinkpad laptop with a broken keyboard that was donated to me by a friend. it runs yunohost, a linux distribution that makes it simpler to reuse old computers as servers in this way: it gives you a nice control panel to install and manage all kinds of apps you might want to run on your home server, + it handles the security part by having a user login page & helping you install an https certificate with letsencrypt.

***

to stream my music collection, i use navidrome. this software is available to install from the yunohost control panel, so it's straightforward to install. what it does is take a folder with all your music and lets you browse and stream it, either via its web interface or through a bunch of apps for android, ios, etc.. it uses the subsonic protocol, so any app that says it works with subsonic should work with navidrome too.

***

to listen to my music on my phone, i use DSub. It's an app that connects to any server that follows the subsonic API, including navidrome. you just have to give it the address of your home server, and your username and password, and it fetches your music and allows you to stream it. as mentionned previously, there's a bunch of alternative apps for android, ios, etc. so go take a look and make your pick. i've personally also used and enjoyed substreamer in the past. here are screenshots of both:

***

to listen to my music on my computer, i use tauon music box. i was a big fan of clementine music player years ago, but it got abandoned, and the replacement (strawberry music player) looks super dated now. tauon is very new to me, so i'm still figuring it out, but it connects to subsonic servers and it looks pretty so it's fitting the bill for me.

***

to download new music onto my server, i use slskd which is a soulseek client made to run on a web server. soulseek is a peer-to-peer software that's found a niche with music lovers, so for anything you'd want to listen there's a good chance that someone on soulseek has the file and will share it with you. the official soulseek client is available from the website, but i'm using a different software that can run on my server and that i can access anywhere via a webpage, slskd. this way, anytime i want to add music to my collection, i can just go to my server's slskd page, download the files, and they directly go into the folder that's served by navidrome.

slskd does not have a yunohost package, so the trick to make it work on the server is to use yunohost's reverse proxy app, and point it to the http port of slskd 127.0.0.1:5030, with the path /slskd and with forced user authentification. then, run slskd on your server with the --url-base slskd, --no-auth (it breaks otherwise, so it's best to just use yunohost's user auth on the reverse proxy) and --no-https (which has no downsides since the https is given by the reverse proxy anyway)

***

to keep my music collection organized, i use beets. this is a command line software that checks that all of the tags on your music are correct and puts the file in the correct folder (e.g. artist/album/01 trackname.mp3). it's a pretty complex program with a ton of features and settings, i like it to make sure i don't have two copies of the same album in different folders, and to automatically download the album art and the lyrics to most tracks, etc. i'm currently re-working my config file for beets, but i'd be happy to share if someone is interested.

that's my little system :) i hope it gives the inspiration to someone to ditch spotify for the new year and start having a personal mp3 collection of their own.

[hello-orange-sunshine]

i saw ur tags on my stickers post and i just wanted to say that most of the small stickers on my laptop now have clear tape over them to keep the from getting cuffed or peeling off + i know a lot of people who use packaging clear tape on their stickers to preserve them so like!!! use your beautiful stickers that you love so much!!! its so nice to see them everyday. i actually have a clear phone case so that i can put stickers directly on my phone and theyll be safe inside the clear case. anyway i hope this inspires u love and kisses ok !!!!

ohhh you're such a sweetie for messaging me! clear tape is a good idea! i think the ultimate protection for stickers would be incasing them with uv resin, which is very cool when resin artist do it, but i'm not one so tape it is. nail polish or mod podge are definitely too sticky for this. clear cases rock but I don't have one for my phone, maybe it's finally time I buy one. or I'll cover a powerbank with stickers, like those guys do nothing, I might as well stick a whole photo on it. also, I guess "sticker anxiety" is a common thing, I see people all the time buying two stickers, for one to be never used and kept safely. like wow we people just care so much for stickers. I wonder where it comes from. thank you once again for your message, I hope you'll have an awesome day~

[sugarsaurus]

Who are your favorite artists on tumblr? Or in general?

Im super fond of @verymerrymart and @misswiggle-art off the top of my head! @wapimostosis is another favorite as well and im really into their sally face western au. And @neoalix is also amazing and a huge inspiration, as is @pinetre-3 (which tumblr isnt tagging for some reason). I think what draws me to all of them is that they all have really distinctive recognizable art styles, and they all have this way of drawing characters with so much personality and i admire that a lot.

Go give them some love! And thank you for your ask!

[tommyinnitartchive]

Tommyinnit Fan Art Archive!

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unofficial fanart-blog for @tubbosfriend

Ok first let's lay out some ground rules:

- NO pro-shippers, NSFW, truthers, or leak-blogs of any kind. If I find out that you are any of these or knowingly interact with people who are any of these that is a hard block from this blog.

- IRL shippers are often not welcome. I understand there are certain CCs that are fine with shipping, or even encourage it, but under no circumstances is boundary breaking shipping allowed to be connected to this blog.

If you see that I am following an artist or reblogged from an artist who is any of these or willingly interacts with anyone who are any of these; PLEASE tell me privately. This can be done through either DMs or a non-anon ask. There MUST be proof added, no "dude trust me."

ALRIGHT! Now onto the good stuff.

Welcome to the tommyinnit fanart archive!

I created this blog to satiate that part of my brain that still feels grief over the Library of Alexandria and that's what I hope to achieve! There’s only one person running this blog and school is starting up again so pardon if submission/ask answers come slowly!

This blog will be almost entirely focused on drawn artworks such as drawings/paintings, animatics, comics, or drawn poetry. You are able to request fan-fics to be added to the archive, however there is no guarantee it will be added if it’s linked to an external website like AO3

Alternate Universe*, crossovers, duo/trios/groups, SMPs, character, and content creator art will all show up here. If the art is part of an ongoing series I will reblog its introduction/explanatory post, and if that is unavailable I’ll reblog its first installment.

*AUs also includes work based off of fan-fiction

If you’ve noticed your art was reblogged to the archive and you wish it hadn’t been, 100% tell me and I’ll remove it as soon as I am able. Every reblog runs on a queue system so if I’ve reblogged one of your artworks there’s a high likelihood I’ve already queued more

Tagging system and rules for submission under the cut!:

Tagging!:

Duos currently being tagged: clingy duo(tubbo), allium duo(ranboo), crime boys(wilbur soot), bedrock bros(technoblade), vice duo(quackity), hotel duo(awesamdude)

Groups/trios currently being tagged: bench trio(ranboo+tubbo) sleepy bois inc.(philza+wilbur soot+technoblade) business boys (timedeo+lukeorsomething+bitzel+wispexe)

All groups will have the suffix "(group)", while duos will have a suffix indicating character or content creator, "(c)" or "(cc)" Example: ballstrio(group), bastardduo(c). (Events such as MCC, MCM, or TwitchRivals will look like "[title](event).")

TW's and CW's*: blood, death, suicide, abuse*, spiders, dissociation/derealization/depersonalization, head injury.

*Every post you are able to request a CW/TW tag for, even if it's not on this list. This is especially true since I may forget to tag something often. With abuse in particular I may not recognize when something can be triggering since it is such a large part of dsmp!tommy's character, and is portrayed in many different ways in art.

On submitting artwork to be reblogged:

1.) You’re allowed to submit your own work, however it cannot be directly sent through an ask or submission. It has to be linked to a separate post. When requesting art for another artist you cannot request WIPs, sketches, or doodles. However you can request those for your own work.

2.) If you want to submit or request artwork to be reblogged, DO NOT @ me in it. Please send it through an ask or submission with a link attached. This is so that all requests can be limited to a single, easy to manage place.

3.) A submission request has to be for a tumblr post. I do not want any external links to artwork on other websites like AO3, Instagram, Twitter, etc. This is because there is no guarantee of that external post staying up which undermines the purpose of this archive, and I refuse to repost any artwork, or have any artist’s work be added to the archive without their knowledge.

4.) ABSOLUTELY, request art from a deleted post/deactivated blog. Those are absolute diamonds here

And I think that’s everything, have a good day everybody!

[badsongpetey]

hi, this is spoon/theeio here! im on anon bc id prefer not to use my main blog to send this, i hope thats ok!

anyway ahh i wanted to thank you for your kind words on my art you reblogged recently, im so glad its inspired your fic writing. your description was on point about the intention behind the expression i drew for jim there too!!

and for the faint drawing behind, it was by pure coincidence that the page i drew on was directly behind that expression in my sketchbook!! i chose to keep it in when i edited the photo of the sketch i took because i thought it was quite fitting (and lowkey amusing for me ABJSBD), so glad you spotted it!! XD and in case you havent seen it, ive posted the drawing behind before and u can see it in this post here!! https://theeio.tumblr.com/post/658337053597220864

again, just, thank you so much for being really kind with your words when you reblog/comment on my art-the time people take to write in the reblogs and tags really keeps me going, you have no idea. ♥️

YAY! I knew you left it there on purpose! So brilliant! That pic is literally Jim in the latest chapter of my fic :D

Here are my comments on the reblog if someone is interested.

I just wanted to elevate how much it means to us artists and writers when you leave a comment on our stuff. Likes/kudos are amazing, reblogs are such a compliment, but A COMMENT IS LITERALLY LIFE TO US. My heart actually does this flutter thing when I see a reblog that rolls in with a comment (or a comment on my fic). You may think you have to write something wordy or profound, YOU DO NOT. Just write the reason that inspired you to reblog it: "This is pretty!" "This is orange" "art good" "I love [insert character here]." "*keysmash*" "This made my heart explode out of my chest like a face hugger and run around the room before blowing up my couch with pure joy." Literally, write anything. We read it all and we love it all. I promise I will never reblog an art without leaving a comment of some sort <3

Love your work Spoon, and the biggest hugs to you!

[andfollowthesun]

✨ Annual Writing Self-Evaluation 2021 ✨

thank u @quelsentiment for the tag! this is atrociously late but nevertheless:

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 16 2. Word count posted for the year: 132,643 3. Fandoms I wrote for:

star wars

check please

witcher

1d lmao

4. Pairings: .... lots lmaooooo i have a short attention span.

star wars: finnpoe, dinluke, obikin, obianidala.

omgcp: nurseydex, pbj

witcher: yenralt, geraskefer

1d: ot5, zouis, narry

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: sit down, breathe, and just listen

(ok the fic above is my most popular by kudos, bookmarks, & comments!! so not gonna relink it 3 times lol)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

it tells us to seek shelter, my obianidala everybody lives au bc i went into a huge deep dive of motherhood, and padme's legacy....... it's probably the fic that made me think most deeply about a character!

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

hmm probably if it matters, and if you notice. i adored working w the artist on this for the check please big bang, but as much as i love ocean's 11 and heists, i am just really terrible at writing action scenes. i tried to skip past the action scenes in this fic and just do what i was good at but it doesn't capture the same pizzazz as the movies. oh well!

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

a comment on it tells us to seek shelter that said i had a great grasp on tension and narrative....... bruh.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

after i finished the first draft of i had no map when i started and now here i am (somewhere real called loving you) i had a full on crisis bc i panicked i a) wasn't portraying the boys accurately, and b) didn't give their relationships with one another and all the complications that would come with a reunion the justice that it deserved. almost completely chickened out and threw out the whole thing lol

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

again, in it tells us to seek shelter i wasn't intending to write about padme & leia at all, but as soon as i started thinking about padme and who she would be if she survived mustafar, there wasn't anyway i couldn't not write about the anxieties she'd have for her children, and how that could strain her relationship with them.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From even in jest, or as an afterthought:

She stands up and shoulders him out of the way, clanging a pan onto the stove and flinging open the fridge so hard it slams against its own hinges. She’s mad at herself for bringing it up, for ruining a nice morning by saying it out loud, and she’s mad that she’s mad, and guilty, and all mixed up.

“Hey.” He touches her shoulder lightly, and it makes her furious.

“What,” she snaps, swinging around. She’s holding a carton of eggs in one hand, and her movement slams it directly into his chest. There’s an audible crack, which ruins their plans of omelettes for breakfast.

He looks at her searchingly. Takes the broken eggs from her hands, tosses them in the bin. Sticks two slices of bread into the toaster.

“I don’t hate you anymore,” he says, eyes still glued firmly on the toaster. She feels the fight leave her. They stand in silence until the toast pops up.

“And anyway,” Jaskier says, plating the toast, and pulling out the spreads from the pantry. “He’s not here.”

There isn’t anything Yennefer can say to that. 12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

forced myself to write humour, and do a proper examination of the interactions between friends. it's surprisingly difficult to distill the weird-ass conversations you have with close friends into something that's enjoyable for someone else to read lmao.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

hmmm! hopefully i'll be able to write something longer!

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@spookside @defiantgalaxy genuinely do NOT know where i would be without you two holy shit thank you for cheerleading and editing !!!!

@usetheforce everytime i wrote a particularly angstly obi-wan scene i'd think first, "i am the only person who'd want to read this", and then "actually, nope, denims will want to read this". thank u for ur comments <3 <3 <3

fandom giants spqr, and jibrailis (on ao3), who all taught me about writing humour, character introspections, and the joys of writing a specific industry/profession in a way that's knowledgeable and exciting but not alienating.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO don't need the city (don't need proof). yeah. on a lighter note, the hospital scene in twist a little closer now really did happen to me lol. and of course, all i can remember is, which is inspired by a real tradition in a friend's hometown.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

uh. don't write linearly? whenever i felt like i was getting blocked on one scene i would just hit enter a bunch of times and start another scene. you can always rearrange/edit/cut scenes later, but your confidence always just shoots up when there are actual words on the page.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

got a narry fic currently going thru editing phase, and some jotted down notes for another one that i might finish at some point. plus the beginnings of a lilo fic where they run a local government campaign ..... unsure where it's gonna go though. i guess we'll see!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read

anybody who wants to do it!! i love reading these :)) happy new year, and a blessed 2022 for everyone !

[yaz-the-spaz]

So I’m new to the Ziam fandom, I’m a strong larrie but I also couldn’t help to notice that there was something between Z*yn and L*am too. Could you tell me about the tiger tattoo? I keep hearing that its an iconic Ziam tattoo and I’m a little confused. Also, do you think Ziam is still together right now in 2020 and could you explain why? I hope this isn’t a bother.

hey nonnie, welcome to this side of the fandom! and please don’t worry, you are not a bother at all, and we are always happy to have new members! please accept this adorable gif of ziam waving hello as your welcoming gift into the ziam fandom lol! 😊🌈

now onto your question about the tiger tattoo...

hooo boy, nonnie

 idk if you know what you’re asking because this is a BIG life-altering question.

BIG.

...are you ready for this? 

are you ready to die? are you ready to have your soul ascend from your body up to the gay ziam heavens for all eternity? 

i mean it’s pretty nice up here and all but you may just wanna get your affairs in order before you continue, cause once you discover all the ways zayn javadd malik has professed his undying and eternal love for liam james payne all over his goddamn body there is no coming back.

are you absolutely sure you’re ready?

ok, here we go!

so. once upon a time way back in october 2013 zayn debuted a new tattoo of a tiger on his arm. at the time it seemed like just another tattoo in a quickly growing long list of (random) tattoos, and went by relatively untalked about among fandom (at least afaik) for a couple of years. but THEN, in early 2016 zayn followed that tattoo up with the addition of the full title of his m.o.m. album spelled out around the tiger...

seems normal, right?

first off, notice how the tiger’s tail is shaped suspiciously like an L?

well, that’s not all that’s gay i mean odd or interesting about this tattoo lol...some have also noticed that the muscles of the tiger’s back quite remarkably appear to resemble the muscles of a certain boy whose name also starts with L 

(and no i’m not talking about louis lol)

but here’s where shit really gets real because guess what? you may have noticed that the letters of the ‘mine’ part are kind of shuffled in an odd/not really consecutive order to spell out the word mine in a way that’s clearly or easily readable...that’s because zayn’s extra ass arranged it specifically so that only the i, e, and m, are all directly around the L-shaped tiger tail, while the n is just off to the side like a lonely forgotten reject

by now you might be saying to yourself okay, well that’s not really all that significant to liam, and the L could just be a coincidence/not really mean anything, couldn’t it?

wrong again!

because once more, zayn ‘i live to be as extra as humanly possible about my love for liam james payne because i don’t know any other way to live’ malik made sure to put a little tail/extra line on the side of the letter ‘e’ to make it interchangeable with an upside down letter ‘a.’ 

now again you might be thinking i don’t know if that’s really intentional or all that meaningful. but look closely. 

there is clearly an additional connected piece on that e that cannot be explained away or mistaken for just a weird blot of ink. it’s not just an error on the part of the tattoo artist (if it was i’m sure zayn would have had it fixed by now given that he’s had that tat for over 4 years at this point) and there’s also no letter ‘a’ in ‘mind of mine.’ 

so why is it there? and why does it just so happen to be right next to the i, the m, and the L-shaped tiger tail. why did zayn choose to arrange the letters of the word ‘mine’ in such a weird order instead of a more normal/easier to read format like the rest of the album title? and why did he choose put those exact letters all near each other? because it’s intentional. and because it’s meant to have a very particular double meaning.

if he was going for just a random order he could’ve put those letters anywhere. but he didn’t. and more than that he went out of his way to make sure that that additional piece on the e was added and distinct so that it could very clearly double as an (unnecessary) a. 

there’s no way you can argue that all of those things are just coincidence or that the random letter ‘a’ means absolutely nothing lol. that tattoo was clearly meant as both an homage to the album and to liam (who the album is largely believed to be about lol). and the fact that the muscles seem to match quite closely to liam’s is a nice added bonus that just helps confirm that imo. (plus there’s also the lovely little tidbit of knowledge that the tattoo is positioned in such a way that whenever zayn wears short-sleeve shirts the ‘Liam’ part is the only part clearly on display 😏😏😏)

BUT GUESS WHAT??

THAT IS NOT EVEN WHERE ZAYN’S TATTOO DEDICATIONS ENDDDD

never mind that he already had all of us ziams sobbing ourselves to death and morphing into withered soulless husks over this tattoo after he debuted the full thing in 2016, but there’s so! many! more!

boy’s body is literally a giant ass open love letter to liam and i am NOT OKAY. (have i mentioned i hate these extra ass romantic saps with every fiber of my being? no? well i do. and you’re about to find out all the reasons why)

reason #1 - all. the. goddamn. mandala. tattoos. (there are multiple but i’m only linking to this post featuring/talking about the main one, i.e. the very first one he got cause that’s the one that kills me the most but if you wanna see the others peep my ziam tattoos tag or my zayn’s tattoos tag)

reason #2 - love & marriage poem tattoo (read all the posts in this tag starting from the bottom first for full context)

reason #3 - red wolf & bat wings chest tattoo

reason #4 - wolf leg tattoo (more background details here too)

reason #5 - liam’s silhouette leg tattoo

reason #6 - smoking lips hand tattoo (which literally matches the album art for liam’s debut single exactly and was debuted on zayn’s hand months before the single’s release - scroll down to the part where you can see the red lip pics)

reason #7 - the snake tattoo (aka the snake habitat tattoo)

reason #8 - motherfuckin 25!! idk what it means but it clearly means SOMETHING important to the both of them and it still drives me insane to this day and probably will to my dying breath 🤬 

bonus - it’s not a tattoo but: zayn’s nose piercing. which along with the mandala wrist tat is literally a desi bride declaration of marriage; fun fact - tan france, a gay married british-pakistani tv personality who is part of the queer eye crew also has a mandala tat on his left hand that some have speculated may also be to symbolize his dedication to his husband)

anyway there are more tattoos of zayn’s that seem to also be related to liam (though more loosely imo) but this post is already beyonddd long enough so i figured it’s best to just stick to the main ones/most obvious ones here lol 

(side note: liam also has tattoos that are clearly dedicated to zayn/his and zayn’s relationship as well, but that’s for another post and also if my recall is correct i think zayn might actually have more?? well that we know of anyway lol)

(side note 2.0: one other thing that adds to the theory of the m.o.m. tiger tattoo being a dedication to liam/liam’s name, besides the obvious lettering thing described above, is that zayn is known to have a thing for tattooing the names of his closest loved ones on his body. the only person in his immediate family whose name he doesn’t appear to have tattooed on him is trisha’s and i’d be willing to bet that’s either because she specifically asked him not to, or he does have one but it’s just in a very hidden place. but we know that he has his father’s name, grandfather’s name, and all of his sister’s names tattooed on him so when you combine that with the weird lettering of the m.o.m. tiger tat and the fact that the album was very likely about liam/closely followed the story of the beginning of his relationship with liam, it becomes even less plausible imo that that tattoo is meant to be about anything else but liam. ain’t science grand?)

(side note 3.0: zayn’s whole left arm/left sleeve of tats seems to be specifically reserved for tattoos dedicated to liam and/or related/connected to liam’s own tattoos, and there’s a couple of good posts here - x, x, x, x - that go through some of the more specific parallels between their tattoos and how certain ones seem to mirror or directly pair with each other’s)

ok i promise that’s it for the side notes lol!

lastly, to your final question, i do believe that they are still together currently, especially considering this most recent soft outing/confirmation from one of zayn’s songwriters (who is also not the first to do that either btw lol) but that is not the only reason - see my post here for some of the biggest reasons why i believe ziam remains real and strong :)

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princess-nazario:

It's ok, thanks for clearing things up. See, everytime theres a post that might just be different the tumblr-fad! Version you speak or questions how tumblr might be romanticizing them theres always annoying people in the replies saying that theres a version where she wanders down the underworld herself, or that the version where shes kidnapped is...weak or a damsel in distress since it doesnt fit into tumblrs made idea of empowerment?? Its so annoying honestly. I saw this kind of stuff in a lot of posts while exploring the greek myth tag and its just... infuriating. I definitely should ignore them but it seriously makes me kind of sad and angry at the same time? The hades and persephone posts are everything(mostly tumblr-fad!) Version I reread your original post and yes I do agree, tumblr-fad! Persephone does take away a lot of the complexities and archetypes I read you examine. I think Hadestown might portray Hades and Persephone's power struggle well, it doesnt completely ignore the implications its giving off for the sake of some romance. This is what tumblr is doing and it's really annoying. By doing this and reducing the characters here to simple boxes it's taking away your interest in the myth, I think that's what you meant? I think your study of Hades/the underworld being Persephones self, cthonic meaning "spirit of nature within, inner self" while I dont fully understand that's really cool. I especially dislike how woobified and depowered he usually is in the tumblr-fad! Theres a lot you can work with him as the antagonist in a retelling I think. In fact maybe itd be great to have a retelling that explores the power struggle between Hades and Persephone and shows how Persephone gets through adversity and becomes of equal power through oppressive authority? Thatd be really cool. Tumblr-fad! Version is the twilight of myths but kind of the opposite. In twilight, the author itself romanticizes the creepiness and power struggle that might be there between Edward itself(although Bella does have a lot of agency so I think that's why it resonated so much with female readers?) while the Persephone has a various amount of versions, most versions being she was kidnapped/abduction with many meanings and metaphors and allegories to things, and tumblr-fad! Version ignores nuance in favor of their ships. Thanks for being so open and honest about this, I honestly was stressed because I thought my response maybe being immature or uninformed might be irritating or annoying. I haven't been sneaking through your blog or anything like that, I just saw your original post in the goddess demeter tag so I searched up "Persephone" on your stuff since I was curious with what else you might have to say about it. I wish Tumblr could maybe bother to learn something called not everything is entirely not THIS thing or the OTHER and maybe do something different from what Hades and Persephone coming to be known as the peak of all love stories on the website.

@princess-nazario I hope you don’t mind, I copy pasted your last reblog into a new post thread because the last one was getting massive.

I think I’m starting to understand what you’re getting at regarding the perception of victims as “weak,” and it makes a lot of sense. Thank you for clarifying regarding the “damsel in distress” trope because that’s when it clicked for me what you were talking about. I actually agree on that point, I think there is a tendency for pop feminism to kind of portray more vulnerable, sensitive or fragile women as less feminist, so I can see how you’re applying that to your views on how people on tumblr perceive the story of Hades and Persephone.

That said, I think you have a lot of different angles you’re looking at this whole thing from, and that’s great! However I think there’s so many subjects you are trying to tackle here that it seems like you are kind of are only half informed about, maybe from exploring discussions online. I think this is resulting in conclusions that are kind of confused and lacking in more solid foundations, if that makes sense. I think maybe you might benefit from exploring each element further on their own merits.

For example, did you know that there are a lot of different feminist viewpoints on Twilight itself? And not all feminists completely condemn it? In my opinion, there are a lot of things about Twilight to criticize, however there was a distinct element of hatred for the interests and desires of teenage girls involved with how people responded en masse to the Twilight phenomenon. I don’t think you were old enough to be directly familiar with all this at the time. I think a decent primer would be this video from Lindsay Ellis (tho please keep in mind that some of her most recent content is not for younger audiences). It doesn’t cover all angles of the topic, but it does give an alternative perspective in retrospect about the raging Twilight hate that swept through pop culture for a long time:

Also, there is a whole conversation to be had about the concept of “woobification,” and why that word exists, as well as how it is used in conversations about girls and women’s fantasies. The original post I made shows that I have my own frustrations when male villains and darker archetypes are whittled down to something seemingly non-threatening and “socially acceptable” myself (like...turning the beast into the prince in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast), but in my experience, people have often used the word “woobie” to describe any explorations of the vulnerability of these types of male characters when women do so because they find those men intriguing or attractive, and that can get kind of tricky because in many ways, those conversations can harbor a subtle resentment and shaming towards female fantasties, period.

I’m getting the impression that maybe there’s something about Hades and Persephone, or at least the archetypes they embody, that really intrigues you, but you’re not sure what you are supposed to think and feel about it from a feminist perspective. That’s ok, ultimately you’ll figure it out on your own. I can’t tell you what to think about the myths themselves on their own, separate from contemporary feminist media because that’s ultimately it’s own thing, and you can springboard your own perspectives and reimagining off of the original in any way that feels right to you.

 What I can do though, is leave you with some age-apropriate content that I was consuming at your age, as well as a link to a site that explores stories with similar archetypes that Persephone embodies. 

The site is called Girls Underground, and it explores and catalogues stories about girls who go on heroine’s journeys in the “Cthonic” context like I was talking about, as in exploring their own inner psyches through the experience of traversing a strange, scary, magical place. Sometimes these stories involve the trope of a spooky attractive male character who takes on an adversarial role that is sometimes also romantically charged, but not all of them do. I think the resources page may be of particular interest to you because it links to essays on subjects within this genre of storytelling. The Examples page has a ton of other stories not listed here that you can take a look at, however not all of them (but many of them!) are kid friendly.

Movies that I would recommend: 

Labyrinth (1986), which was my favorite film since early childhood, and is the reason I love these types of stories to begin with.

Legend(1985), which doesn’t depict a healthy dynamic, but is a great film and does have a big place in the general conversation about this type of storytelling.

Howl’s Moving Castle, either the book or the film. 

Pan’s Labyrinth is rated R for some gore and violence, and it has scary moments, but I think it’s fine for most teens. The character of Pan is not part of that whole “demon lover” trope because the heroine is a small child, but he takes on a similar role in terms of being a figure that embodies the underworld and thus a major part of the heroine’s psyche.

Honestly, I would consider Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (the original, not the live action remake) a good rendition. It was written by a woman.

Jean Cocteau’s black and white La Belle et La Bete.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, or a film adaptation of the same.

Rebecca by Daphne DuMarier, which is what my username is from. I’m fond of the Hitchcock film adaptation.

Honestly, the 2004 adaptation of Phantom of the Opera is...flawed, but it was my introduction to Phantom, and it’s a lot of melodramatic fun. 

It’s worth noting that in a lot of these stories, there are not perfect, healthy relationships depicted between men and women. There is cruelty, there is harm. But in many cases, that does not mean these stories have nothing to say about relationships between men and women, nor does it say that they are solely tales about abuse and we cannot find romanticism within them. Each story has it’s own flaws, it’s own strengths, hold deeper meanings beyond the surface. They contribute something distinct to a rich history of artistic explorations of the dynamics of power in romance and the female experience with our own desires within a patriarchal society.

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Post Revolution | Adam Page

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x Selena (Latina OFC) Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: alcohol mention, themes of depression, a bit of swearing, NO smut A/N: This is self-indulgent hurt/comfort. I just want him to know how much he’s loved ok.

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It was particularly difficult to imagine the state Selena’s boyfriend was in after that emotionally turbulent tag championship defense. Watching from two rows back had been heartbreaking enough, the knots in her stomach were still tight even minutes after it was over. Selena made her way backstage then, not wanting to lose sight of him for more than a second.

He’d been vulnerable for weeks, and the alcohol wasn’t helping even if he thought it was.

She flashed her backstage pass to a security guard, who finally let her through to where the talent was gathered. The bucks were the first people Selena saw, and they didn’t do much in the way of easing her stomach. She hoped they wouldn’t see her, because she knew she was liable to say something regretful and beyond repair.

“Hey, Lenna!” Nick smiled at her as she made her way past them, grabbing her by the fingertips. “It’s good to see you, did you like the match?”

“Yeah, Nick. I loved it.”

Behind him, Matt’s ears perked up at the sound of her name and her voice, and he turned toward her with one small kid on his hip, ever the perfect, handsome father. He looked at her amiably enough, but there was something dark in his eyes that she couldn’t quite understand. It almost felt like a provocation.

And it was enough to flare her temper.

Nick's smile was big and bright, and it tore at her heart to even think of saying what was on her mind at him directly, so she looked plainly at his brother behind him. “But my favorite part was that y’all lost, and my boyfriend beat you.”

She flashed Matt a thousand-watt grin, lowered her head in regret to Nick, and excused herself.

Si yo fuera Adam, donde estaría? she asked no one. She knocked on the door of the make up room, the AEW make up artists slowly packing up their supplies with help from a backstage tech. “Stella,” she called.

“He passed by about two minutes ago,” Stella replied, popping up from underneath a black table cloth. Selena helped her up and dusted her off. “He was raving about ‘glitter dick’ and went down the hall to the showers. Lord knows what the fuck that meant.”

“Thank you, Stella,” Selena grinned, continuing her search for her lost cowboy. She felt like a sober Arthur Morgan looking for her Lenny. The quest was just as long, and yet it wasn’t any fun because the drunk one wasn’t her.

Her eyes scoured the doors of the hallway for one that would lead her to the showers. She found a paper sign, finally, with an arrow pointing down another hallway that read “men’s showers”. Her heart leapt once, pounding just a little bit faster at the thought of finding her man.

Why didn’t he come for me? She thought. Why did he isolate himself again?

He was like a sick dog. Keeping himself away from those he needed most just because he felt he was too much of a bother. But it was moments like this where he needed to be around the people who cared for him the most.

The wooden door to the showers sat slightly ajar, and steam escaped from it. Selena could hear the sharp and steady stream of a shower head in use. Not wanting to catch anyone else in the shower, she called out before entering, stunned at the echo of her voice that filled the room.

“Adam?” Her voice quivered. Already, she couldn’t help but feel a little afraid at how she might find him.

A moment’s pause. And then, softly but with feeling, the cowboy made himself known. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

Another pause. He seemed to be debating something. “I—I’m not. Decent.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” When he didn’t answer back: “Do you?”

“Maybe. A little.”

She ran her tongue across her lips. It was perhaps the only reaction she made that could have possibly told someone that his words ached at her heart. Her eyes remained steady on the ground, a hand resting on the door. Selena could feel him, there, inside. She only hoped he could feel her there, too. “Okay. I’ll be out here, waiting. Take your time.”

A quiet “okay” was the only response.

She waited outside for him, somewhat impatiently, but she didn’t want to push him. She stared at the ceiling. At the wall. At her feet. She gave closed-mouth smiles at the backstage techs that hurried past, trying to load some equipment back up into the trailers. Some of them looked sorry for her. Others glanced at her, confused, then shook their confusion away and continued their work. A few of them she recognized. They gave her tiny waves or quick hellos. Apart from them, the hallway was empty of AEW talent.

Except for one.

He sat on a production crate, head leaned back against the wall. She hadn’t noticed him at first, as he was known to be eerily quiet. This moment in particular, though, he managed a sigh that was loud enough for her to hear in the now silent hall.

“Orange?” she said meekly.

His head turned slowly to look at her. It was hard to tell just what sort of emotions were on his face, as his eyes were hidden behind his shades.

“Are you all right?” Selena pressed. But he didn’t say anything. Next to his crossed legs was a piece of printed paper. He shuffled it away from him, and it fell on the floor, luckily at her feet.

It was a miniature sized poster of one of the blown-up ones she’d seen at the entrance of the arena. A graphic of Pac, hulking and menacing, and Orange himself, with the words “Pac vs Orange Cassidy in a singles match at AEW Revolution” underneath them.

Selena picked up the paper and smiled, glad of the chance to take her mind off the anxious cowboy in the showers. She figured Orange must want to talk about it, since he took the time to show her the poster, and sighed loudly enough for her to hear, specifically. So she took the bait. “Why, Orange, you aren’t...worried about this match, are you?”

It took Selena a few moments before she realized Orange was shrugging.

“Hm, you don’t seem too sure.” She took it a step further, “in fact, I’d say it’s like you think what Pac said about you is true.”

What little she could see of his eyebrows furrowed together, and she noticed him take another deep breath. Selena took a step closer to him, glancing back at the door to the showers. She probably still had a few more minutes till Adam appeared, so she inched a bit closer.

“No, that’s not it, is it?”

A small quirk of his left elbow told her maybe she was onto something.

“It’s the fans. You’re worried they aren’t going to like the match. That they’ll finally see you wrestle, and be disappointed.”

A tiny clench of his jaw told her she’d hit it right on the mark.

She found herself standing right in front of his perch, determined to get him out of his slump. Her hands held onto both corners of the crate, and she looked at him directly in the shades.

“Now you listen to me, Orange Cassidy. I’m going to tell you something that I wish I could tell my boyfriend every day of my life, because it’s the truth. And I think it’s true about you too, okay?”

He nodded. Not too quickly. Just slow enough.

“The fans adore you. They love every second of you out there, and you never fail to make them smile. The crowd goes absolutely buckwild for you, and there’s no reason for me to think that they wouldn’t ever have your back. You’re one of the best wrestlers on this show, one of the best wrestlers in the world, and don’t think for one minute that you aren’t.”

Selena could feel tears welling in her eyes, and she looked away from him, drawing a deep breath. She tried to focus her eyes on the floor, and it was then that she noticed a pair of cowboy boots at the edges of her vision.

(Unbeknownst to Selena, Orange Cassidy had also smiled at this exact moment, slipped off the crate, and proceeded  down the hall.)

Adam Page stood next to her in all six feet of his glory. His light blue jeans hung tight against his thighs, held firmly on his waist by a dark brown belt and its grand belt buckle. He was wearing one of those flowery western shirts of his that Selena loved so much, his hair still glistening wet.

“Adam,” she breathed. His name rushed out of her like a sigh of relief. He was close enough to touch, and she so desperately wanted to. She eyed him, noticing a gentleness in his gaze, and an openness of his body. She reached for his hands, kissing them tenderly, giving them a small squeeze.

“Babe,” he ran his tongue along his lips, stammering out the next few words: “I’m-I’m sorry I didn’t come to find you. I needed a-a-a drink.” He winced at the sound of his own voice.

Selena nodded, looking away from him. Once again, he’d decided alcohol was a better help to him than herself. Though it stung at her pride, she wanted him to know just how much she loved him. “I understand. Do you want to stay and watch the other matches?” It was a question meant to gauge how he felt still.

Adam’s eyes fluttered closed, pulling her in for a warm embrace. He took in a deep breath, faintly smelling the aroma of her soft perfume. He was reaching for anything that could keep him grounded, anything intoxicating enough to melt away the resentment and the pain he felt during the most adrenaline-filled match of his life. He felt like a bottle of soda so shaken up that if someone managed to pop his top off, he’d be ready to blow, covering everything in his wake. He didn’t want to be uncontrollable, he didn’t want to be full of ire. Something about his win, he  thought, didn’t feel right. It felt...tainted.

But how could he tell her? How could he tell her that despite everything he accomplished today, there was still a gaping void in his chest that ate at him from the inside?

He thought back to what he heard between Selena and Orange as he walked out of the shower room. “You’re one of the best wrestlers in the world, and don’t think for one minute that you aren’t.” Did she really think that? Or was that truly only a figment created by his lack of sobriety?

“What you said. To Orange,” he pulled away, his clear eyes meeting her dark ones. “Did y-you really mean that?”

She could feel the welling of tears at the corner of her eyes again. Now was the time. If ever she could quell his inner demons, even for a moment, this was it.

“Of course I did. I wish I could say those things to you every day, but I know you wouldn’t believe them. Your mind…” a tear fell down her face, tickling her skin. “You won’t let yourself believe it.”

Adam’s eyes glistened. “I wish you could see what I see. A wonderful man who’s come so far, who still has so much more to go.” Selena raised a soft hand to rest it against his cheek. “You are kind, and you are smart, and you are ever-evolving. There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not awestruck by how you’re improving. As a boyfriend, as a wrestler. As a man. As a human being.  You are so much better than all of them, Adam.”

He swallowed hard, her words tightening that void within him.

“But the one thing they have right? They ask each other for help. Now, maybe...maybe they were too caught up in their own shit to realise you were calling out for help. But I’m not. I’m here.” “I see you, darling man. Do you see me?” The tears were overwhelming her now, but she couldn’t look away from him. She wanted him to feel it, feel how much she meant her words.

It wasn’t long before she felt her cowboy’s lips on her forehead, on her cheeks kissing away the tears. When he reached her mouth, they meshed together so needily, so desperately. She could taste the salt of her tears on his lips, but she didn’t care. She needed him, and he needed her.

The words rolled out of him so softly, so clearly that Selena could hardly believe he was still drunk. “I see you, babe. I see you. And I love you so much, and I’m sorry that I ever thought I could do this without you.” His forehead pressed against hers, his nose nuzzling her ever so affectionately. The knot inside him was too much to bear, and he realised he needed to let it go. “I just feel so lost. I feel like. Like nothing I do is enough. Like no matter what, I won’t be happy. At the end of everything, I still feel like...like I’m nothing.”

The tears were already staining his cheeks before he realised he was sobbing into her shoulder. She wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, placing her fingers at the nape in hope that it would give him some comfort. He was so, so heavy. Heavy with a pain that she had known before. But this is what he needed. He needed to let it go. His entire body engulfed her, but she remained firm and unyielding, when he couldn’t be.

With every heaving of his chest, every shuddering breath, the weight of the void in his heart lifted. The suffering seeped out of his every pore, disappearing like a wisp of smoke. The shroud of anguish that consumed his mind vanished, leaving him feeling lighter than he ever had.

And for what it was worth, Selena could feel it.

Adam pulled back a bit, so he could look his girl in the eyes, and noticed the damp spot on her shoulder that he left behind. “Fuck, I-I’m so sorry.” Still drunk, maybe. She gave him a gentle smile.

“It’s okay, Adam.”

“N-no, it’s not, I-babe, I-” he protested, but she raised a finger to his lips.

“Everything’s okay,” she whispered, embracing him again and leaving a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Feel better?”

Adam ran his tongue along his mouth, letting his mind wonder about its own ease. “Yeah, actually.”

Selena pulled his arm over her own, locking the two of them together by the elbows with a proud grin on her face. “Good.” She leaned her head on the side of his arm, and motioned for them to get going. “Sometimes the best way to get rid of the burden of a heavy heart is to share it with someone else.”

He grinned at her, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “How did I end with such a wise girlfriend?”

“I don’t know. But Orange you glad you did?”

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@p-trichor tagged me. Thank you! I’m delighted :) This was tagged to my main but I’m trying to be more active hear so I’m interpreting it to this blog. Hope that’s ok!

tag game rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better !!!

1. Name/Nickname: E? Or El? but not many people use those

2. Gender: genderfluid!!! they/them for my memory’s sake, but it’s up in the air at any moment babee

3. Star sign: taurus? Idk astrology but I was born in May

4. Height: 5’8″ and I have been that way since middle school

5. Time: right now? 10:39 pm

6. Birthday: May 7!

7. Favourite Bands: oh fuck ok ummmm Vulfpeck, The Amazing Devil, Chromeo, Abba tbh, Fat Night, The Lumineers, The Longest Johns

8. Favourite solo artist: Janelle Monae!!!!! Hozier, Lianne La Havas, Anais Mitchell, Lizzo, Blossom Caldarone

9. Song stuck in my head: that fucking tik tok song that guy made out of facebook drama that starts like “ good evening, is this available?”

10. Last movie: Christmas Cupid. My roommates and I decided to hate watch it for New Years and we didn’t even get like a third through it. It is TRULY terrible. Although it features Ashely Johnson of Critical Role fame, who is trying her best.

11. Last Show: Critical Role bc I’m a NERD. Also I’m watching The Queens Gambit right now

12. when did I create this blog: Like a few days ago. I got sucked back into les mis via quarantine and i have let it consume me. I’ve had my main since I was a freshman in highschool tho so yikes

13. What do I post: my headcanons? Hopefully someday my actual fics? And I reblog other people’s stellar content

14. Last thing I googled: “Telesilla fragments” which makes me sound MUCH cooler than I am. Seriously though, look her up, she’s another female poet who was living it up in antiquity

15. Do I get asks: no but this blog has also been in existence for a week

16. Why i chose my url: bc I think I’m funny. I relate some to Enjolras as a character and so I felt clever for switching up the classic “be serious,” and “I am wild” but in French hon hon hon

17. How many blogs i follow: 1575. I have been on here a LONG time

18. How many followers i have: this blog? 5 lmao

19. Average hours of sleep: 6-8. It would be more if I didn’t procrastinate on going to bed like a weirdo

20. Lucky number: 3! It is my favorite! Also I have synesthesia and its pink :)

21. Instruments : I can still play decent easy piano music and I’m a singer!

22. What I'm wearing: black harem pants (I think that’s the name?) wacky patterned teal socks, and a very large sort of ragged gray swear shirt that my uncle gave me for free

23. Dream job: ACTING! It’s what i’m in school for. Some version of theater where I get to act but also directly affect change and improve the lives of communities where I perform

24. Dream trip: Prague! The Jewish side of my family is from there and I’ve always wanted to see it

25. Last book I read: For class I read the Aeschylus play The Seven Against Thebes which is super interesting, and hilariously enough, the last thing I read for pleasure was Les Mis although I haven’t finished it yet

26. Favourite food: It’s gotta be pasta. Or kheer. They’re tied actually. 

27. Nationality: American? But I’m not very patriotic. My family is from lover Europe and I’m partially Ashkenazi

28. Favourite song: Changes every day. Right now, I have to go with Jackboot Jump by Hozier

29. Top three fictional universes: I love the Raven Cycle universe, although it’s basically just Appalachia, which is where I’m from. But like- Appalachia with MAGIC. The Folk of the Air universe from Holly Black’s books! And the multiverse from A Wrinkle in Time!

30. What is something you like about yourself? : I’m a very empathetic person. I think I come off as sort of stoic because I’m still sort of figuring out how to use social cues and the like, but I care really deeply about people and I try to see good in everyone. Not that I don’t also acknowledge and stand against bad people, I just try and have a little empathy, even if I am actively working against them. I think a little empathy is good as long as it doesn’t blind me to people being shitty!

Ok! As previously stated this blog only has five followers! So I’m just gonna tag y’all, thanks team! Obviously if this is not your thing, no offense will be taken if you don’t continue the game. But hi! Nice to meet you!

@cumbercookiebatchs @philtatos-achaion @quillsand @sucharethetimes @your-angle-of-music

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2. Band Names and Personality Differences

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome back to the CALM Band!AU. So this is the second story chronologically! The first one can be found here, one shot can be found here, and the fic that started it all here! Thanks so much for reading and for your kind comments! As always, enjoy!

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: none

Also I can't get Keep Readings to work so I'm very sorry for the long post!

Logan double checked the address on his phone and glanced back at the building. Yes, this was the place. It had taken about two weeks for them to find a time where their schedules aligned and Patton had invited them over for a song writing session at his place. It was a nice apartment building, close to downtown, but not over the top.

Shrugging, Logan entered the building. He had sent Patton a text and a moment later, was buzzed in, where he then proceeded to the fifth floor.

“Hey Logan!” Patton called from the kitchen. “Come in and make yourself comfortable, I’m just finishing up.”

“Thank you.” The music producer hung his coat up and slipped off his shoes before fully entering the apartment.

It was lovely, homey place. The front hallway led to a spacious living room decked out in blue and white with huge windows overlooking the city. A keyboard, guitar, bass, mic, and music stand were set up against the wall facing the couch and coffee table. To his right was the kitchen, separated from the living room by a bar counter. Patton was just pulling a sheet of cookies out of the oven.

“I didn’t know everyone’s favorite, so I made a couple different types.”

“That’s very kind of you Patton. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”

Patton just shrugged, a pleased, if somewhat shy smile on his face. “I like baking, so it was no problem.”

Logan sat on the couch, perched on the edge of it, trying to look comfortable, but absolutely failing at it. He was looking around, just kind of taking it all in, when the doorbell buzzed.

“Hello? Patton-cake, are you home?”

“Oh!” Patton quickly ran over to the PA. “My neighbor,” he quickly explained. “Hi Mrs. Foster.”

“Hi dear! Could you help me with my groceries? I think we can get them all in one load if you helped.”

“For sure! I’ll be right down.” He turned to Logan. “I’m sorry, but she just had hip surgery recently, and, anyways, this’ll be really quick! I’ll be right back.”

He was out the door before Logan could reply. Alright then. The music producer looked around and stood to go inspect the instruments.

The guitar was baby blue and obviously well loved. Logan had done some research on his fellow compatriots and knew that Patton had been playing ever since he was a kid. The bass looked newer as did the keyboard. There was a box of sheet music tucked underneath. A quick rifle through revealed loose sheet music of random pop songs, and beginner’s Disney, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Star Wars books. Patton seemed to dabble in piano at least.

Glancing at the door to make sure Patton hadn’t returned, he got up and pressed the power button and pressed a couple keys. Hm. Not a bad keyboard.

Logan shifted to be more directly in front of the keyboard and played a chord. His hands shifted and he began to improvise- he’d had a tune stuck in his head earlier and built off of that.

Logan loved piano. It had been his first instrument and he had never given it up, even when he got into electronic music and DJing. He loved that too, but he loved how logical and expressive the piano could be.

Hand over hand, he finished with a scale that ran the length of the keyboard and was left echoing, a pleasant resolution to the melody. He nodded in satisfaction and turned around only to nearly stumble back.

“Well don’t stop there,” Virgil said.

The other three were all sitting on the couch, Patton on the edge of his seat, Roman looking attentive, and Virgil actually looking at ease for once, guitar case leaning against the couch. Logan could feel a hot flush creeping up his cheeks.

“Logan that was so good!” Patton squeed.

“I say, you’ve been holding out on us! That was amazing!”

“Yes, well,” Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “Ah, thank you, I suppose.”

“How long have you been playing?” Patton asked.

“Well, my whole life practically.”

“What song was that?” Roman asked as Patton got up to grab a cookie (or two) and a notebook.

“Oh, it, uh, doesn’t have a name. It was inspired by Rewrite the Stars, but I just kind of… made it up as I went.”

“We’re using it!” Roman yelled, jumping up. “That’s the melody of our first song and Logan’s going to play the piano for it.”

“Only if he wants to,” Virgil cut in. Logan made grateful eye contact, but now he was thinking.

“I suppose it makes sense. If we are trying to keep our identities a secret, then no one would suspect me of being the keyboard artist. Or of Patton being the bassist for that matter.”

“Being the basis of what?” Patton joked, settling down on the floor near Virgil. “Anyhoo, I’ve got my notebook and I’ve been working on some lyrics and I think they’d go really well with your melody, Logan.”

Virgil leaned over and pulled his electric guitar out of its case along with a mini amp and played an experimental riff. “Logan, you want to play that again?”

Logan nodded and played the same experimental starting cord, followed by another, before starting into the melody.

“Starting off alone, can make the road seem pretty long,

“Going, going, going, and before too long, you’re gone.”

Roman scooted over to join Patton on the floor, reading over his shoulder. Virgil joined in, rounding out the sound with some supportive chords.

“Thinking no one understands. No one can relate.

“You hope you don’t lose yourself, caught in a stalemate.”

“Calm down,” Patton sang. “You’re doing just fine. You’ve got others by your side!”

“Calm down,” Roman echoed. “It’ll be alright. Just keep on going, that’s how you’ll find the light!”

“When troubles come and things all change,” they sang together. “Calm down. You’re gonna be, you’re gonna be, gonna be alright.”

Logan took off, running through scales and complicated melodies, backing off to allow Virgil to knock out some impressive rifts.

“That’s all I’ve got so far,” Patton admitted.

“I love it,” Roman announced as the others trailed off and nodded supportively. Roman pulled out his phone and opened a note. “I came up with some lyrics myself. Could we somehow put them together?”

“We can always try!” Patton announced.

Two hours later, personality differences had become clear and, while they had their first song nearly done, and the lyrics for another one started, Patton called for an enforced cookie break, putting himself between Logan and Roman, who were trying not to fume, and Virgil sat on the bar counter, looking annoyed, trying hard to not quit then and there.

“I’m just saying-“

“Logan, shush. It’s cookie time.”

“I just don’t understand-“

“Roman. Eat your cookie.”

“Yes, Dad.” Roman muttered and munched on his cookie. Virgil snorted.

“These are really good Patton.”

“I’m glad you like them! And there’s plenty more, so help yourselves. Just don’t get a stomach ache!”

He really is like a dad, Virgil thought, swiping two more cookies. “Y’know,” he mused. “We still need a band name.”

“I’ve been thinking about that!” Roman cried. “What do you guys think of Dreamers Come True?”

Virgil gave a hmm of disapproval that accompanied Logan’s confused look.

“I don’t think so,” the producer said. “We need something more straight forward. Perhaps… Variety? Or Farrago?”

“Boring!” Roman moaned.

“Come on now Logan, we aren’t opera singers,” Patton joked.

Logan stared at him confusedly. “You realize ‘farrago’ is not Italian in origin. It does stem from Latin though, so I could see how you-“

“It’s a joke Pocket Protector.”

Patton seemed to sense things were heating up again. “Calm down guys.” Virgil spoke over them, before they could start arguing again.

“Maybe that should be our name,” he smirked. “Calm Down. We’ve said it enough today. And it is in one of our songs.”

Surprisingly, the others actually considered it.

“We should also probably have codenames,” Logan mused. “Calm is a four letter word and there are four of us. It would not be hard to make it an acronym.”

Patton immediately jumped in. “You could be Logic! ‘Cuz it kind of goes along with your DJ name and it starts with L and you’re the smart one in the group!” The others looked like they wanted to protest that last statement, then thought about it and realized he was right.

“And Roman, you could be Creativity since this was your idea in the first place! And your lyrics are really good.”

“I will admit, it has a nice ring to it,” Roman mused. “What about you two?”

Virgil raised his hand. “Just call me Anxiety. It’s how I feel 90% of the time anyway.”

Virgil caught Patton looking like he wanted to say something, but stopped. Instead he said, “So that leaves me with M.”

“Mom! You made us cookies.”

“No,” Logan said, shaking his head, Patton looking grateful. “Remember, people will be calling us these names.”

“What about… Morality?” Patton suggested. “I know it’s kinda weird, but-”

“I like it. It suits you somehow,” Roman said.

“You are the common sense in this group after all,” Virgil agreed.  Again the others looked like they would protest, then realized there was no use. “So is this, like, official?”

“CALM it is!” Roman declared. The others nodded.

“Sweet. I’ve got to get going, but thanks again Patton. This was… fun, I guess.”

The others bid their farewells as Virgil left and the others left soon after as well. Roman’s head was buzzing as he- or, well, his driver- drove away, and he pulled up a drawing app on his phone. After all, they would need a logo and as Creativity, he figured he could get a head start.

Taglist: @celestial-firestorm @oddball-wqri @fioxypurr @kaytikitty @purplesoul-at-hogwarts @stop-it-anxiety ((I added you cuz you said you like to be tagged in things ok byeeee))

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Wonderful: Chapter 2

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader

Summary: An American in Paris au except there is  minimal singing and dancing and no one is actually American nor is  anyone really French.

Hajime sells some art and makes a new friend.

Chapter 1

Rating: T (for now)

Tags: Love triangles, cheating, mutual pining... sort of. Eventual smut?

Word Count: 2.5K

Colorful canvases filled the sidewalk as Hajime marched up the hill of Montmartre. Fellow artists worked tirelessly on their creations while others hung their pieces hoping to attract a potential buyer. The farther he trudged, the more painters he encountered exhibiting their work. After some walking, he found his usual spot, proud of himself that this time he only had to backtrack once to find it. “Good morning, Madoka!” he called out to the woman set up across the street. She raised her head up from her work and returned his greeting with a cheerful smile.

Madoka was a bold, older woman that Hajime had taken notice of after the first few times he set up on that street when he had moved to Paris. They then began exchanging pleasantries and she had taken to giving him unwanted critiques, leading Hajime to believe she had a cold and harsh personality, but over time, he learned she saw great potential in him and wanted to see him succeed. She had sort of taken him under her wing, offering him advice and occasionally even treating him to lunch. He always did his best to return her kindness.

Hajime got to work hanging his paintings on the grey, brick wall that lined the sidewalk. His pieces tended to be focused on scenery, buildings especially -- he had fallen in love with the architecture. Plus, it was one of the few things that would not move when he was painting. He stepped back from the wall and placed his hands on his hips, pondering the layout of his pieces.

“I can understand disregarding perspective to achieve an effect, but I believe--”

Hajime sighed and looked over his shoulder. A young girl, not much younger than himself, stood behind him. “Why don’t you be good and move on? You’re not going to buy anything. You’re just blocking out the sunlight.”

“I just wanted to discuss your work,” she huffed.

He turned around to face the girl, “I don’t want you to discuss my work. I’m not interested in your opinion of it. If you say something nice it won’t make me feel any better and if you don’t it’ll bother me. Thanks. Have a good day.”

The girl huffed, her face turning scarlet and hands balling into tight fists before fleeing the scene. After watching her stomp off down the street, Hajime turned back to rearrange a few of his works. Unbeknownst to them, another woman had been observing the interaction. The artist’s brash honesty had made her curious. She made her way across the street and stopped just behind him.

“Do you mind if I look?” She let out a giggle, “Or will you chew my head off too?”

Hajime hung his head for a moment before turning to see who his new critic was. This one was young too, though a bit older. Dressed a lot more elegantly and she carried an air of casual sophistication. “Go ahead. You’re ok.” He leaned his back against the wall, giving her space to freely observe his art.

She gave him a wide grin and immediately stepped up to view the paintings. Hajime watched as her eyes enthusiastically consumed every line and brushstroke of his work. She took her time at each one, meticulously contemplating their composition. “She’s one of those third-year girls that drive me crazy,” Hajime commented after some time.

“Third-year girls?” she asked, not bothering to look up from his work. A hint of playful curiosity in her voice.

“Yeah, you know, those college girls that come abroad to lap up a little culture. They’re a pain,” he lazily spat out.

“Why? They’re harmless enough?”

“They’re intrusive and dull. They’re always making profound observations they’ve overheard.”

“You don’t like criticism?” she asked, turning her head to Hajime, waiting on his answer.

Hajime shrugged his shoulders, “Of course it’s helpful, but it doesn’t really mean anything coming from someone that doesn’t know what they’re talking about.”

She nodded in understanding and continued to make her way down the line of paintings. “I’m guessing business isn’t very good?” she teased, noticing he had a fair amount of work on display.

“You’d be correct,” he laughed dryly. The casualness of her tone of voice was an interesting contrast against her refined appearance. His eyes traveled the length of the white silk gloves she wore, down to the hem of her black fitted skirt, which rested just below her knee. The large, black cat eye sunglasses that sat on top of her ash blonde matched it perfectly.

“You know…” she began, rousing Hajime from his observation, “I like these two.”

“Thanks. So do I,” he quipped.

She whirled around on her heels to face Hajime while reaching for her pocketbook, “I want to buy them!”

The painter blinked a few times trying to process exactly what she had said. Typically, his days of attempting to sell anything were all busts. He had all but given up on making money off his paintings and made this journey everyday out of habit more than anything. He was unprepared. “Well, uh, I… I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she laughed in disbelief.

“I never thought I’d come to the point where that would be an issue. Um…” he scratched his head, racking his brain for something reasonable only to come up short, “offer me something.”

The blonde placed a finger on her lips, thinking hard on a good deal. “Fifteen thousand francs! For each,” she offered. “Would that be satisfactory?

Hajime thought his heart was going to stop right there. “Yes…” He cleared his throat trying to rid his voice of any shock. “That would be.” That was enough money to take care of him for about a month and he was going to make it all off two of his own paintings. Doubt began to cloud his mind. “Are you sure you want to spend that much?”

“Oh, what do you care?” she remarked, waving him off with her free hand.

“Isn’t that almost,” he quickly did the calculation in his head while lifting the pieces off the brick wall, “fifty dollars each?”

She ignored his worried queries as she dug through her pocketbook for the cash.  She paused, a frown finding its way onto her features, “Oh goodness, I don’t have enough on me.”

Hajime’s shoulders sagged immediately at the news. “Well, you can come back tomorrow. I bet you they’ll still be here,” he said as he began to place the artwork back up.

“I have a better idea!” Hajime jumped at the blonde’s sudden outburst, “Come with me to the hotel I’m staying at? I can pay you there.”

Hajime cocked an eyebrow at the forwardness of her suggestion, “Fine… Is it far?”

“Would you care if it were?” She quickly turned back, leaning over into the street to wave her driver over. “By the way,” she turned back for a moment, displaying a cheeky grin,

“what’s your name?”

“Hajime Iwaizumi,” he answered, preparing his artwork for her to take, “What’s yours?”

“Alisa Haiba,” she responded while opening her car door and hopping in.

When Hajime turned around to hand off the paintings, his eyes grew wide and his breath hitched. He did his best to keep his mouth shut but he had not expected to see her sporting a Delage Cabriolet. “Is… uh… is this yours?” he finally managed to ask.

Alisa flashed him another cheeky smile as she patted the bright orange seat next to her, coaxing him into the luxurious vehicle.

“Maybe I should have charged you more,” he mumbled under his breath before joining her.

….. ….. ….. ….. …..

The trip to the hotel was a quick one. Thankfully leaving no room for awkward silence between the two as they rode down the streets of Paris. The driver had dropped them off directly in front of the main entrance before leaving to find a space to park. Hajime silently marveled at the vaulted ceilings and glittering arches of the lobby while closely following behind Alisa. Other hotel guests breezed by them wearing sharp suits and stylish gowns while some lounged around on the plush sofas. Hajime felt severely underdressed in his dingy white shirt and khaki dress pants. He held the paintings up a little closer to his chest.

After riding the elevator up six stories and walking down a hall, they arrived at her door. She removed one long glove so that she could retrieve her key from her pocketbook. Once unlocked, she stepped in and removed her second glove. She made an abrupt stop in the entryway and turned to Hajime. “I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home,” she said while moving past him to shut the door and then disappeared down the short hall to their left.

“Thanks,” Hajime called after her. He stepped forward into the main room and slowly spun around. He let out an impressed whistle after taking in his surroundings. Four of his studios could fit in this room easily. Beige Rococo style furniture decorated the space and was lit by golden sconces and one small chandelier. He moved over to one of the many large windows to a peek outside. Of course she would have a gorgeous view of the city, especially considering how high up the room was.

Alisa appeared out from the hallway and walked straight over to where Hajime was standing. “Here it is!” she announced cheerfully, lifting his hand so she could place the stack of bills in it. She allowed her hand to linger on his for a moment and tilted her head towards the couch, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Would you like some sherry?” she asked.

Hajime kept his eyes on the ground. Worried that his expression would reveal the slight nervousness that threatened to take over him. He was beginning to think that this was going a little further than he would have liked, but he was already here. “Alright,” he answered, moving to place the paintings down by the coffee table. Alisa smiled and went to plop down on the couch. She leaned forward to grab a glass from the table so that she could fill it for her guest. Hajime focused on a beautiful white and gold partition that was used to cover a corner of the room. “So,” he began, as he made his way closer to the couch, “how did you happen to find yourself in such an extravagant lifestyle? Your husband? Or your father?”

The blonde let out a small laugh, “My father.”

“What does he do?”

“Oil.” She handed off the full glass up to Hajime.

“I should have known.”

“Suntan oil.”

“Really?” he asked in disbelief, “I had no idea there was so much in that racket.”

Alisa stood up from the couch and moved over to pick up her new art. “No one likes a sunburn,” she answered, examining each piece in her hands. Her eyes moved up to the wall. “Now,” she began, slowly spinning in place, “where should I hang these?”

Hajime took a drink from his glass before setting it down on the table. He studied each wall carefully before gingerly taking one of the paintings from her hands. “I got a place. Good light,” he moved over to the wall opposite of the large windows and placed it next to a huge gold mirror, “Not too much sun.” He turned his head to gauge her reaction.

“Oh, that’s terrific!” She looked back down to the remaining painting in her hand. A smile creeping back on her face. “These really are something,” she said, sitting back down on the couch. “You know, I’ve seen hundreds of paintings by young artists and none of them have impressed like these.”

“Well, I’m glad,” Hajime placed his hand on the top of the couch so that he could lean over and study the art Alisa was so captivated by, “makes it easier to give up.”

Alisa tilted her head to the side, unsure if she heard the painter correctly. “Give up?” she asked.

Hajime shrugged, “It’s kind of hard for an artist to sell. A writer or composer can always buy a copy of what they create but for an artist, it’s the original that counts. Once that’s gone it’s out of his life.”

Alisa frowned at the painter’s cynical view and looked back down to the artwork in her hands. “I never thought about it that way.”

A loud ring from the telephone drew Alisa’s attention away. She hopped off the couch and made her way over to answer. “Oh, hello Levochka. Um, no, don’t come up. Actually, would you mind waiting for me in the dining room? I’ll be right down.” The phone made a soft click when it met the receiver. She turned back to face Hajime, placing both hands on the table behind her so she could lean back a bit.

Hajime took one last drink before setting the empty glass back down on the table. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stay so long,” he said as he pulled at this tucked shirt, ensuring that it was properly adjusted.

“Oh, don’t apologize. I wanted you to,” she reassured. “I wish we had more time to talk.”

The painter gave a weary smile. “Well, good-bye. Thank you.” He gave an awkward bow, unsure of how to end a social interaction with someone of her status. He rolled his eyes at his foolishness, careful to not let Alisa see, and made for the exit.

Alisa pushed off the table so that she could see him off. “By the way,” she called after him, “what are you doing tonight?”

Hajime stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her over his shoulder. “Why?”

“I’m throwing a small party here tonight and there’ll be an extra girl. Why don’t you swing by?”

“I don’t know,” his eyes narrowed, suspicious of what kind of game the rich blonde was playing with him.

“Why not?” She smiled. “Do you have a date?”

A faint blush dusted his cheeks, but he kept a cool expression. “No.” It had been a few months since he had anyone like that in his life.

“Then come by. I’m sure you’ll find some company here.”

Hajime took a moment to think of an answer. Something in his gut was telling him it was a bad idea. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and he knew she was up to something. Unfortunately, he was unable to come up with a polite way to decline her invitation. “Ok,” he answered hesitantly.

“Terrific!” Alisa clapped her hands with delight before plopping back down on the couch, “Nothing formal. Be here at eight. Oh, and my car can take you home, he has nothing to do.”

Hajime continued towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back to Alisa, “Thank you… for everything.”

A/N: In my first draft, Alisa was Saeko and I was really uncomfortable writing this lol.

I’m excited to post the next chapter because that’s when the fun starts :3c

Any comments are appreciated! Thanks for reading!

[hoxtilicioustf2]

Antis make me, a minor csa and abuse survivor with pure ocd, feel threatened and scared at every turn

I’m sorry you are forced to feel this way by them.

I really just hope you are not part of their circles, and if so, find a way to escape.

That’s the thing - I know there are people out there with pure ocd, and its subset pedophile ocd, just like you, and I know antis can really harm these types of people. (Click for info on Pedophile OCD  - intended for others to be kept in the picture)

This is why I would love to find a way to prove them, what they are doing is wrong, incorrect, pointless, and just hurts people, and I keep winning arguments, but they just don’t listen, and instead block me! So I just gave up and started blocking them.

I have very high standards on what pedophilia entails. But I work with realistic things, not fictional. Though, I suppose I should say this - friendly reminder, I’m an adult. If you have POCD, other type of Pure-OCD, have dated a minor in the past and regret it, you can follow me. The only reason why I put that up is because I’ve met a pedophile before and I’ve developed these standards to protect others. And if you are unsure - shoot an ask off-anon. I don’t slander folk and I will answer privately. Fiction does not directly correlate to reality is the thing. I know I sometimes say “doesn’t affect at all” but that was me being pissed and salty, it has some effect, but in a completely different manner.In my opinion, thinking ‘if you watch/ship x you turn into a nasty pedophile’ is either a symptom of a type of Pure-O, or just foolish to think. It is not correct, and exposing yourself to small doses of that can actually help with healing, I’ve seen antis believe that fictional character feelings are equal to real life people feelings, which is a horribly delusional thing to think. Fictional characters are fictional characters. They are not real. They were one day created by a artist, or a team of producers, just like a OC. They weren’t suddenly born, in some far away world, that day. They are generally fragments of an artist’s mind. They can represent their personality, their friend’s personality, a mixture, they can represent intrusive thoughts, some are just personified plot elements, their fantasies, etc. You as a writer or artist work with your extension of that. You add your ideas, your plot, your fun. And then you write/draw something wonderful, it might be dark, it might be rough, but maybe deep down, it helps you free some of the intrusive thoughts. It helps you alleviate fears. It helps you become a better person.So what about the cases where “fiction DOES affect reality” ? One word: “Romanticization”. This generally only applies to fiction targetted at masses, such as Hollywood movies, bestseller books, etc. If rape/abuse/pedophilia is romanticized, aka made appear as good while it really isn’t, a small portion of the audience, generally younger audience, can now think “huh, maybe something like this is ok” And someone can abuse that.* But what is the best course of action? “Don’t watch said movie” is actually not. Giving critique toward the movie, saying it romanticizes elements it shouldn’t, is good, it also lowers the movie/book’s rating. Informing people who have watched that movie that this isn’t actually a good thing but a bad thing to do in real life can help. There are many ways. I will return to this later.But what if you enjoy a wicked fetish, want to write for adult audience but some of them might just be dumb bitches? Add a disclaimer on start! And that’s that. You know, on dangerous videos it’s that “don’t try this at home”. Exactly that. Generally I only see romanticization of bad things done in fanfiction by younger writers, like 13yos who should have no business in NSFW areas by US law. Everyone older generally understood what they were writing about, sadly still got backlash for it by people who only read the tags. Their work was always good, and they were great people, they just quickly jumped to conclusions.*Now let me return to the starred area.Fanfiction is a thing. An item. It’s a tool used to express the writer. It harms no one as a stand alone. Imagine a knife. Good utility, can cut vegetables, can help you with survival in wild areas. As a stand alone, a great asset.Now imagine a malicious person coming along and using said knife to murder someone, hurt someone.Now you have 1 case in a billion where a knife has been used to harm. And Antis want to ban knifes, and say everyone manufacturing and using knives is a bad person. Even if they used it to cut vegetables for chicken noodle soup for their loved ones.Even if they used it to not freeze in the forest overnight. Even if they used it harmlessly.This is exactly what fanfiction is. And this applies to ALL fanfiction, regardless if morally “good” or “bad”. If a teenage girl dreams of a tall muscular 20yo hot boyfriend, as a stand alone, nothing wrong. If someone 20yo comes along, and knows how to twist words very well, starts dating said teenage girl because she’s “easy to get” and then starts abusing her, is it really the teenage girl’s fault for dreaming? Is it really the fiction’s fault for grooming her? No! It’s the man’s fault. And we should never forget that, otherwise we engage in victim blaming, or blaming-a-person-that-has-nothing-to-do-with-this instead of the perpetrator, who should by all means be blamed.Another sample, a 25yo on forums. He can take the safest fanfiction out there, of a 16 and 17 yo, send it to a 13yo, equate the characters to their personality (the characters being general enough to match) and then saying yeah, we would make a nice couple.There was nothing wrong with this fanfiction, but still we have a poor 13yo groomed to a gross bastard? Really makes you think.Now, actually, if a groomer like this just  were to read the tags like antis do, and sends fanfic to a young’un and it’s not romanticized, like really not romanticized, and the young’un can understand this is bad, this can actually soil his plans. Which is why a lot of this “bad fanfiction” could turn out actually excellent, although this is theory as I don’t know of any case to confirm of deny this. Sorry I just wanted to say what was on my mind. I really just wanted to clarify to you that you’re never wrong for liking anything “fucked up” and if you have POCD, I know you might have intrusive thoughts so I just wanted to help you a bit. Again I’m an adult, you can write to me off-anon, say you want this private, I won’t publish. I’ll try my best to help you, as much as my time allows me to.I hope none of this was triggering to you. Apologies if it was. I too have some trauma, not csa per-se but there were some nasty elements to it, so I kinda understand. 

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Glitch in the System - New Ink

Some new art happens.

By E.

“Do you have an appointment?”

Sombra looked at Widow as the woman tensed - she didn’t appreciate being questioned, or any implication that her plans might be compromised. The tattoo artist behind the counter didn’t appear to notice anything out of the ordinary in the taller woman’s rigid stance, fingers hovering expectantly over the holographic display of the digital pad before them.

They didn’t have an appointment, though.

“No,” Sombra answered, smiling. “Behold the dreaded walk-in.” She gestured at a sign by the front door that proclaimed WALK-INS WELCOME in thick, chunky text. The shop logo was a smiling bulldog with perked up ears, the words New Tricks Tattoo under his face.

“Oh, yeah, that’s not a problem!” the artist replied, and Sombra felt Widow relax beside her. “Saves me from having to sift through my boss’s terrible bookkeeping.” Flipping the holopad off, they stepped out from behind the counter. “Come on back! I’m Tiger.”

“Sofia,” Sombra replied, “and this is Danielle.” Sombra glanced at Widow and they followed the artist, down some stairs, and over to a long black table. Several lights floated alongside, and Tiger pushed them away to sit down on the stool by a large trunk containing another holopad and an antique-looking box. There were bottles of all sorts of color arranged on a shelf above the chest, and the station was decorated with paintings and sculptures Sombra could only assume were the artists’ own work.

“So,” they said, leaning forward and gesturing for Sombra and Widow to sit in the chairs by the wall. “What were you thinking of getting?”

“Um,” Sombra paused, not sure why she was surprised to have the question asked. Widow looked at her expectantly, and she blushed. It wasn’t often she felt out of place, but sitting here between Tiger and their artistically covered skin and Widowmaker with her macabre French scrawlings across her arms, she felt, for the first time in a while, like a complete and total outsider.

“I was thinking, I don’t know - a take on the tragedy and comedy theater masks, except maybe more...skully?” she stumbled, not sure how to describe the image in her mind. As she spoke, the artist began sketching on their holo pad, nodding for Sombra to continue. “Less silly, more anatomical, I guess,” she summed it up. The artist drew furiously for a minute or two more, pursing their lips and furrowing their brow as their pen raced across the holopad’s surface.

“Like this?” they said eventually, flipping the pad around to show a new take on the theme, with a grimacing skeleton behind a grinning one in the forefront. “It’s just a sketch, but that’s the image I got as you were talking.”

Sombra blinked, impressed. “Yeah that’s pretty much what I had in mind.”

“Perfect,” the artist beamed, setting the pad down. “Let’s get you prepped and we’ll get to work.”

“Aren’t you going to draw the final copy?” Sombra asked, worried. Widowmaker was silent, eyes on the stairs in case anyone came down them that she didn’t like the looks of.

“I certainly can,” the artist nodded, “but it might take me a little bit. Would you like to schedule an appointment for later in the week?”

Sombra looked around at the art hanging on the walls. She’d seen the artist’s work - it was why they’d come here in the first place - and she certainly didn’t feel like waiting.

“No, I mean,” she hesitated, sweating a bit, “you’re the professional. I trust you.”

The artist beamed. “Awesome. Honestly I work best when it’s a sort of collaborative, free form exercise like this. I’ll let you know how it’s going along the way, too, so if you want to add anything, we can.”

“Cool,” Sombra said, less nervous about the quality of the artist’s work and far more about the impending hour of pain she’d signed up for.

Standing up, Tiger began wiping down the table, giving Widowmaker a closer look as they did. “Where’d you get your skin work done?” they asked. Sombra could feel her nerves jumping all over in time to the buzzing of a tattoo needle somewhere else in the shop. It was a high pitched keen that grated against her already rising anxiety, and she hoped it wouldn’t be so bad when it was happening to her directly.

“Quoi?” Widowmaker replied, unprepared for the question, and even Sombra was perplexed as to what they were asking.

“Is it grafts or cybernetics?” they pressed, still making small talk as they applied the sketch of the design to the small scanner on their wrist.

“Grafts,” Sombra said, at the same time Widowmaker said “Cybernetics.”

“Cybernetics,” Sombra corrected, at the same time Widowmaker amended with “Grafts.”

They looked at one another, a thin blush creeping over Widow’s face. That tattoo artist simply shrugged and laughed.

“Trade secret?” they asked knowingly.

“Yes,” Widow replied, pulling out a book and opening it on her lap, patently ignoring Tiger’s stare. Sombra looked at them and shrugged.

“Are you ready to get started?” they asked, pulling out a thin laser device. “I just need to shave your shoulder blade where the tattoo is going to go.”

“I have hair on my shoulder?” Sombra asked skeptically, but leaned over obediently against the soft cushion Tiger had positioned for her comfort.

There was a short beep followed by the brief sensation of pressure. “Not anymore!” they chuckled. “Back in the day we had to use soap and razors for this sort of thing.”

“That feels uncomfortably intimate,” Sombra replied, stretching out on the chair, arms folded under her chin as she wrapped her legs around the single metal pole holding the chair in place.

“Not as intimate as we’re about to become.” Tiger raised the scanner at her wrist over Sombra’s shoulder, and the hacker looked over her shoulder at the mirror behind them as the device slowly imprinted a purple ink version of the sketch onto her freshly-shaven skin. “Look good? Placement ok?” Tiger asked.

“Yeah,” Sombra nodded before turning her head back forward. A moment later, she heard the sound of a tattoo gun whir to life right behind her. She jumped, and chastised herself immediately for doing so, glad it happened before needle meant flesh and not after.

“You ready?”

Stealing a peek back, she noted briefly that despite being surrounded by new technology, the machine itself must have been decades old. It was a rich red mahogany etched with pictures of flowers, clearly something used for its own inherent aesthetic value as well as the tradition that came with it.

“I guess,” she said, turning back around.

Sombra exhaled sharply, wincing against the pain as the weight of Tiger’s hand was followed by the ragged pull of sharpness. It was not the worst pain she’d felt in her life, but in the grand scheme of sensations she enjoyed compared to ones she did not, this was falling a lot more firmly into the latter category.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Sombra hissed between clenched teeth. “It feels like someone’s letting Toulouse have at my scapula. How long is this going to take again?”

“An hour or so. More if you keep squirming.”

“A complete cybernetic overhaul and this is what affects you?” Widow asked, one eyebrow raised in symmetry with the quirk of her mouth. “A needle?”

“It’s not a needle, it’s,” she hesitated, looking back at Tiger.

“Seven needles,” they replied without looking up.

“Seven needles,” Sombra echoed petulantly. “And it hurts.”

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Widow offered in amusement, eyebrow raised over her book.

“Yes.”

Chuckling softly to herself, she reached out and took Sombra’s hand, squeezing her reassuringly as the machine buzzed on.

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