#i tried to play more with colours and textures for this one

[imerian]

☆ Valentino Rossi collage ☆

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[impperfectcritiques]

Beelzebub Redesign

Ramble/rant below

I made this design while keeping in mind some of her roles and themes of her character.

That said, I'll go over the parts of her character I HATED/sucked in general.

Her hair and tail were far too confusing for what it was meant to represent, shes supposed to be a fennec fox, bee, fly, demon, and her having lava lamp hair is cool, but steals the fennec foxes iconic tail and doesnt scream insect either. This along with the mess of hair at the front of her head just ruins the overall silhouette. The spikey mess of hair is one of the only places, outside of her snout and fingers that shit sharp and its just ew.

That said the lava lamp idea is very nice and I love me some lava lamp vibes!

Fennec foxes were chosen for her species due to hell hounds, which is odd coz theyre not canines? AND coz theyre, quoting viv, "Greedy". Thematically this is stupid, coz shes the sin of GLUTTONY.

"She cant be fat, coz its fatphobic to have the sin of gluttony be fat" I disagree, over indulgence of food is a leading factor for obesity, and that shouldnt be a controversial thing to say! Over indulgence doesnt make a person horrible, gross or evil, but thats what people who argue this point seem to try state. This along with the constant fat phobia from both Vivs shows and how Mammon is allowed to be fat, supposedly because hes a man, is horrendous.

Shes so fake and the writing tries to make it seem like shes not?? like she's toxic positivity and that isnt bad, like???

The lore with the hell hounds and bee annoys the shit out of me. Like HOW THE HELL are hell hounds the bottom of the heirachy?? Theyre the guard dogs, they are the enforcers of hells boarders, they are simply the most powerful creature, aside from the kings, they keep everyone in check, like?????

My rewrite and redesign:

Shes a horse, as stated in the image, to fit the circus theme, and to reference some play on words and quotes. Y'know, some actually smart themes. Also horses have a lot of flies around em soooo...

Shes A FAT PARTY QUEEN AND THATS WONDERFUL.

MLP inspos coz Blitz loves horses and Celestias and Lunas hair were inspos for her in the first place.

Leg fluff is a reference to bees and how they hold pollen, along with Clydesdales to further the horse theme. The texturing and colour is to hint towards her being a mass of flies. Also leg warmers for a 80s vibe.

Actual antennae, insectoid feet, larger wings. She is a shape shifting mass of flies.

Kept the colours coz orange is the colour for gluttony, and blue is a nice accent colour. Added some more dark colours too to balance out the bright and light colours.

More references to party culture, with the beads and binky!

She does pig out (like eating contexts and gets messy! wish i could over indulge like that but i'd totally vomit + i find it wasteful, but power to her!) < This is to be opposed to Vivs ver where shes hypocritically disgusted by mammon doing the same.

I think out of the sins, shes the most agreeable, along with sloth, who is the least demonic. But dont touch her food, YOU WILL DIE. But you can ask for food, she caters so well! No one in her ring goes hungry!

Cerberus would actually exist and be in charge of boarder control and the hell hounds. He gets mad at her for over feeding his denizens.

She wouldnt have that stupid human trafficking bullshit that makes no sense for her character.

Replace the hell hound who is thousands of years younger then her and literally her slave with Cerberus who is her equal and such blah blah.

Any thoughts? Feel free to share.

[pookalicious-hq]

Midnight Love || ch. 3 - white ferrari

Paige Bueckers x Uconnwbb!reader

previous: ch.2 - golden || next: .4 - april || masterlist

a/n: not proofread sorry baes <3

now playing: slow dancing in the dark by joji

She was sat on her bed, the passing clouds cast fleeting shadows over her room, enveloping her in a familiar wave of frustration. Throughout (Y/n)'s life, there had been countless instances where she wished she could freeze time, if only for a moment. In her experience, time never seemed to align in her favour; nothing ever happened at the 'right time,' and she often had to work tirelessly to make things happen. Unfortunately, her life hadn't witnessed any miracles yet, and there seemed to be no signs of any on the horizon to rescue her.

Currently, the clock displayed 5:47 PM.

A river of clothing continued to spill out of (Y/n)’s wardrobe, forming several piles scattered across her floor. Various textures and colours now adorned every crevice of her room. What started as simple 'yes,' 'no,' and 'maybe' piles quickly multiplied into categories like 'yes-if-the-weather-stays-nice' or 'maybe-but-it-would-look-better-if-my-hair-was-up'. Defeated, (Y/n) slumped from her bed to the floor. Choosing an outfit wasn’t a decision to be taken lightly in this context.

5:50 PM

Now would’ve been the perfect moment for her first miracle.

As she stared at the chaotic array of clothing before her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in. It wasn't just the prospect of selecting the right outfit; it was the nagging uncertainty about the evening itself, looming on the horizon like an unanswered question. After all, it wasn't like she was getting dressed up for media day, it was just the rest of the team. She found herself second-guessing the decision to go at all. With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) pushed herself off the floor, resolving to make a decision one way or another. As she stood there amidst the scattered clothes, (Y/n) tried to rack her brain for what had compelled her to agree to this outing in the first place.

***That morning

"And good Lord, right then and there, I wished I could’ve just gotten killed earlier on when I was in that shark tank because my mom appeared, mad as hell, and was ready to slap the shit outta me-”

Absentmindedly, (Y/n) hummed in agreement as her eyes scanned the fully stocked shelves. The aroma of freshly baked bread from the nearby bakery section wafted through the air, making (Y/n)'s stomach growl in protest at its emptiness. For the past four aisles, KK had been recounting her so-called horrifying dream from the night before, all from inside their shopping cart. While the first 30 seconds had been captivating, (Y/n) soon realized that KK was far from done. This dream had been so 'emotionally and mentally impactful' that KK felt compelled to act out her car chase scene, resulting in her abandoning the cart. After the fateful crash, the two found themselves with a worker trailing them from behind, ready to intervene with KK’s boisterous antics if needed.

The restock of the week was greatly needed. With the pantry, kitchen, and fruit bowl left with nothing but dust, both girls’ moods had increasingly deteriorated from the day before. As KK continued to recount her experience, (Y/n) was left with the task of finding what they needed. “Mhmm, sounds traumatic speaking of that. What else do we need?”

KK gave her a look. “Yeah, it was. Thank you for your consideration.”

 “Always for you. But you didn’t answer my question—what else do we need?”

Realizing that KK couldn’t wring out any more sympathy from (Y/n), she shifted her focus from recounting her painful nightmare to recalling the items on the grocery list she conveniently left at home—a detail she kept from the older girl.

“Uh, okay damn. I think like… meat?” 

The cart suddenly jerked to a halt, catching KK off guard. She lurched forward, instinctively steadying herself on the shopping cart. The harsh fluorescent lighting overhead felt too intense for the early morning, casting stark shadows across the aisles. 

KK turned around to face her roommate, ready to berate her for the sudden maneuver. However, the words of distaste dissolved on her tongue as she beheld (Y/n)'s expression. The older girl stood before her, eyes closed, brows furrowed in the middle, teetering between disbelief and strained patience. KK would be grateful to come out of this conversation unscathed.

(Y/n)'s tone was short, “KK.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

With a deep inhale, (Y/n) gripped the shopping cart, her fingers tightening around the metal handle as she suppressed the urge to vent her frustration. Swallowing back all the profanities that came to mind, she managed a strained smile. 

“What type of meat?”

“You know, like, bruschetta… maybe some bacon-”

“Maybe?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow, her patience waning.

KK chuckled, the sound bouncing off the fluorescent-lit aisles. “Nah, just kidding. We definitely need bacon. And also… Oh shit… Ice?”

(Y/n) blinked, the abrupt shift in conversation catching her off guard. “...Ice? KK, are you good? Because last time I checked, you were the one who brought up meat in the first place.”

In response, KK stood up from her position in the shopping cart, the metal rattling as she shifted her weight. “No look, it’s Ice.”

Following KK’s gaze, she then spotted Ice Brady in the next aisle. The 6’3 forward struggled to fit numerous bags of chips into her shopping basket, her arms stretched to their limits.

With a resigned sigh, (Y/n) began to maneuver the cart containing KK towards Ice's location. The wheels squeaked in protest against the linoleum floor, the rhythmic sound echoing in the bustling store. Despite her being a D1 athlete, she found herself growing weary of playing the role of chauffeur for her friend. Yet, as she glanced at KK’s expectant expression, she knew there was no escaping it.

“Ice Brady," KK sang, her arms outstretched in a theatrical gesture as the cart rolled to a stop. The spectacle drew the attention of nearby shoppers, who paused to witness the unfolding scene, transfixed by the unexpected drama. "Would you care for some assistance today?"

Ice, caught off guard by the flamboyant greeting, turned her attention from the bags of chips to KK's infectious smile. Amusement danced in her eyes as she surveyed the scene before her. With a nod of acknowledgment to (Y/n), who was still navigating the cart into a suitable parking spot, Ice responded, "I mean, if you hopped out of the cart, I could put my stuff in, but I wouldn’t want to trouble your highness."

“Oh!” KK’s hands came together in childish glee, pleased by Ice’s answer, “How considerate of you, but it's alright, I’ve been feeling courteous today.”

“So now you’re feeling ‘courteous’?” (Y/n) deadpanned as she made her way around the shopping cart across from Ice. As KK made her stellar attempt to climb out of the cart gracefully, (Y/n) stood behind her to help lift her out, “I’ve literally been pushing you around all morning, babes.” 

She then made her way over toward ice to give assistance with the various chip bags enough to feed a family for christmas dinner. 

“So,” KK started her smile towards Ice, selectively choosing to ignore her roommate’s comment “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Y’know, working had to feed the kids, and all that. You guys sure eat a lot” 

“Wait,” KK gaped, “This is all for us?”

“Have you checked the group chat?” Ice questioned. In fact, they had not. Though she had been added days prior, (Y/n) had decided to keep her distance from that group chat. The two girls turned to look at each other, proceeded by KK quickly checking her phone.

Soon enough, her eyes ignited from within. “Hell yeah, party time,” she sang.

“K, you’re being dramatic, it’s literally just the team,” Ice laughed.

“Theres a hangout tonight?” (Y/n) questioned, her stomach forming knots at the thought of being in a room with all of the UConn Women’s Basketball team.

“Yup, everyone, including you two, are coming over."

(Y/n) glanced between KK and Ice, her expression shifting to one of mild apprehension. "Do I have a choice?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of resignation.

Both KK and Ice exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously replying, "Nope."

6:15 pm

During her first official collegiate-level game freshman year, (Y/n) led her team to a resounding victory, later that night earning her the coveted title of 'The People’s Princess' of the NCAA.

Beneath the blaring lights of the stadium, (Y/n) was radiant. It was a moment she had long envisioned, the culmination of years of relentless dedication and unwavering determination. With her eyes gleaming and her words flowing with confidence, she effortlessly captivated the reporter and everyone in attendance. Her presence seemed to cast a spell over the crowd, drawing them in with her infectious smile and undeniable talent.

In the weeks that followed, (Y/n)'s reputation soared to new heights. However, amidst the high, a subtle unease began to gnaw at her. She quickly realized that the pedestal on which she had been placed came with its own set of challenges.

Despite her remarkable achievements on the court, she found herself confined by the weight of expectations. The public's perception of her became increasingly polarized, with praise often overshadowed by harsh criticism. She was both celebrated and scrutinized for her gentle demeanour, her commanding presence, and even her choice of attire.

The constant contrast between adoration and disdain left her feeling unsettled, she was constantly walking on a tightrope between two worlds. Over time, she became acutely aware of the need to separate her on-court persona from her everyday life, a process that had equally drained but benefited her.

Yet, as she immersed herself deeper into the complexities of her newfound fame, (Y/n) couldn't shake the nagging feeling that appearance had become everything.  In a world where perception was predominant, she grappled with the notion that her worth was measured not by her character or accomplishments, but by the image she projected to the world.

All this to say that unfortunately, (Y/n) had been second-guessing tonight’s event over and over again.  Only two individuals had truly seen beyond the facade she meticulously maintained: KK and, in a distant past, Paige.

As (Y/n)'s life flashed before her eyes, her gaze fixed on the door before her, its weathered surface worn by years of use. The soft hum of chatter from beyond the door drifted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of pizza and anticipation that hung in the hallway. Each groove in the wood seemed to whisper secrets, a silent witness to her inner turmoil.

She took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the edges of the doorframe. The cool touch of the wood against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, a tangible reminder of the reality awaiting her on the other side. What would they think of her? Did she look presentable enough? Doubts gnawed at her confidence, threatening to unravel the facade she had carefully constructed.

With a steadying exhale, (Y/n) pushed open the door, crossing the threshold into the unknown. The soft click of the latch echoed in her ears, signaling her descent into the realm of uncertainty.

The scene unfolded before her, intimate and genuine, a tapestry woven with the bonds of teammates. The UConn Women’s Basketball team occupied every corner of Ice’s condo, their laughter mingling with the warmth of the confined space. Despite the inviting atmosphere, (Y/n) couldn’t shake the feeling of being an intruder in this vibrant gathering.

With each step forward, (Y/n) sensed the weight of her decision. The events of this evening would undoubtedly shape her relationship with the team for the rest of the year.

Luckily, no one had noticed her entrance yet. As (Y/n) scanned the room, she searched for KK among the multitude of bodies, most of them towering over her. Despite her efforts, KK remained elusive. Frustration etched her features as uncertainty gnawed at her. She caught her reflection in a nearby mirror, regarding herself with unease.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Lost in her inner turmoil, (Y/n) failed to notice the door behind her slowly swinging open.

As the door swung shut, the breeze proceeded to cause a shift among her hair. Shoving away all distractions, (Y/n) straightened her back, took a deep breath and prepared for her next step further into the house.

“You gonna move? Or do you need help, princess?” Paige's voice cut through the air, shattering (Y/n)'s concentration. All prior thoughts dissolved from her mind at those words, her focus instantly shifting to the unexpected encounter with Paige.

Despite the familiarity of seeing Paige's face plastered on banners around UConn, the proximity still rattled her. She had thought she'd grown accustomed to it, but the reality of facing Paige in person was an entirely different experience.

She had an image to maintain, (Y/n) wouldn’t shy away at simple words anymore.

With a subtle steeling of her resolve, she turned to face the taller girl, meeting Paige's gaze head-on. Though she found herself looking up at Paige, she refused to give any ground in their exchange.

The tension between them crackled in the air, each word laden with unspoken history and unresolved emotions. (Y/n)'s jaw tightened, but she refused to let Paige see any hint of vulnerability. She squared her shoulders and held Paige's gaze with unwavering determination.

"No need for assistance, thanks," (Y/n) replied evenly, her voice betraying none of the turmoil swirling inside her. "I can handle myself just fine."

Paige chuckled, taking a step closer to her. "Of course you can, Your Highness," she quipped, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But it wouldn't hurt to let someone lend a hand every now and then."

(Y/n) bristled at the implication but forced herself to remain composed. "I'll keep that in mind," she replied curtly, stepping aside to let Paige pass.

Paige's lips quirked into a knowing smirk, but she didn't press the issue further. 

While Paige moved past her, (Y/n) couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that lingered in the air. Despite her best efforts to maintain her facade of confidence, there was a vulnerability in her interactions with Paige that she couldn't seem to shake.

As (Y/n) made her way further into the room, she found herself enveloped in a warm atmosphere. Smiles greeted her from every direction, genuine and welcoming, easing the tension that had knotted in her stomach.

“Damn, girl, I was just about to check if you had been kidnapped! What took you so long.” Exclaimed KK as she searched every inch of (Y/n). The younger girl’s gaze soon turned towards Paige suspiciously suddenly recounting the day prior, eyes snapping back and fourth. But then quieter KK added, “Hm, okay, I see, I see…”

A chorus of laughter bubbled up around them at KK’s dramatic statement, the sound infectious and light-hearted. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile in response, the weight of earlier uncertainties melting away in the warmth of their acceptance.

Any lingering tension between them dissipated in the face of the group's genuine warmth, replaced by a sense of belonging and shared purpose.

After making her rounds, (Y/n) went to sit by the couch, where a mini circle had formed as the team watched Azzi and Aubrey in their death match of Mario Cart. The room was filled with the rhythmic clicking of controllers and the occasional whoops and groans as players navigated their virtual karts through the colourful tracks. Azzi and Aubrey were locked in intense concentration, their eyes glued to the screen as they jostled for the lead. The competitive banter between them added to the lively atmosphere, punctuated by bursts of laughter and playful teasing from the rest of the team. (Y/n) leaned back, taking in the scene with a contented smile.

As the night progressed, (Y/n) found herself settling in, enjoying the easy connection of the team. Their genuine willingness to engage with her put her at ease, dispelling any lingering apprehension. After wrapping up a conversation with Ashlyn about her cats back at home, (Y/n) decided to take a brief respite. She excused herself and made her way to the kitchen, feeling a headache creeping in as result of the loud atmosphere. 

The cool touch of the glass along her fingers was well welcomed as (Y/n) took a sip of water. From her position in the kitchen, she had a comforting view of the apartment. As her gaze swept from Azzi and Aubrey fighting about wins and losses, to KK and Aaliyah filming their third tiktok of the night, her eyes landed on Paige. 

Obviously, people change as they grow up. Physically, Paige was taller. Her dark blond roots peaked out like a halo. But, the space between them seemed to grow as well. 

With a sigh, she turned to grab another sip of water. The kitchen, bathed in the soft glow of overhead lights, hummed with activity. The tiled floor gleamed underfoot, a testament to the cleanliness maintained in the shared space.

Unfortunately, right as she turned, she bumped into the one and only Nika Muhl.

“Oh, shit,” (Y/n) jumped, the water in her glass sloshing dangerously close to the brim.

Before she could react, the collision resulted in the water spilling on Nika, the droplets now flowing from Nika’s shirt onto the tiles below. (Y/n)'s heart sank at the sight

“I’m so sorry, let me help you,” she stammered, scrambling for a nearby towel, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Nika waved off (Y/n)'s apology with a chuckle, her easygoing demeanour putting her at ease. "Don’t worry about it, (Y/n). Accidents happen." Nika took the towel she offered and dabbed at her shirt, trying to contain the spill.

(Y/n) winced, feeling guilty. "I didn't mean to, I was just lost in thought."

Nika leaned against the counter, a small smile playing on her lips. "No harm done. Do you want to talk about whatever was on your mind?"

(Y/n) hesitated, not wanting to burden Nika with her concerns. But Nika's warm gaze encouraged her to speak up. "Yeah, I'm just trying to find my place with the team, you know? Sometimes it feels like I'm still the new kid."

Nika nodded in understanding, crossing her arms casually. "I get that. But trust me, (Y/n), you fit right in. Everyone likes you."

(Y/n) felt a warmth spread through her chest at Nika's words, and she couldn't help but blush. "Thanks, Nika. That means a lot."

Nika chuckled, nudging (Y/n) playfully. "Hey, don't mention it. And you know what? Even Paige couldn't stop talking about how excited she was when she found out you were joining."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in surprise at the mention of Paige. "Really?"

Nika nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Yep, really. It seems you’re quite the People’s Princess, (Y/n)."

Feeling a mix of emotions, (Y/n) leaned against the counter beside Nika, both of them watching the group outside the kitchen enjoying themselves. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a comforting backdrop to their conversation.

 However, (Y/n)'s attention was soon drawn to the sight of everyone getting up and preparing to leave. "Where is everyone going?" she asked, confusion evident in her voice.

Nika followed her gaze, her expression turning playful. "I guess it’s about that time now.” Nika then stood up to trail the team out of the apartment. “Team tradition."

Now playing: white ferrari by frank ocean

The night enveloped the surroundings in a tranquil embrace, casting a serene aura over the playground. The soft glow of the moon and stars illuminated the path ahead, casting gentle shadows on the playground equipment.

Amidst the laughter of her companions, (Y/n) found herself immersed in the peaceful ambiance of the night. As she followed behind the group, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying with it the faint scent of freshly cut grass and distant city lights.

With each step, (Y/n) felt a weight lifting from her shoulders, replaced by a quiet sense of serenity. She took in the sight of her newfound teammates friends ahead, their silhouettes dancing against the night sky, and allowed herself to be relax the moment, grateful for the new joys she would encounter with this team.

As they made their way onto the playground, the flash of red and blue metal bars pierced the air, bringing back memories of a time when playing D1 basketball was just a distant dream.

Following close behind, (Y/n) ended her destination at a swing set that shone silver and gold against the night sky. The chains groaned in response of her weight, their link rattling together, forming a melody long forgotten. As her world slowly swung on an axis, (Y/n) couldn’t help but finally be at ease. 

As (Y/n) allowed herself to sink into the comforting rhythm of the swing, she became aware of a presence nearby. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted Paige making her way towards the swing set, her silhouette cutting through the darkness like a shadow. Despite the tension that often lingered between them, there was something oddly comforting about Paige's proximity in that moment. With a silent invitation, (Y/n) watched as Paige settled onto the swing beside her, the chains creaking softly in protest under their combined weight.

For a moment, there was only the soft whip of the wind that passed by (Y/n)’s ears, occasionally broken by the rattling chains and the laughter that drifted from the playground. Though things between the two girls were complicated, (Y/n) missed their time together. 

With a sigh, her eyes searched the distant lights above. Her mind filled in the blanks and connected the dots of the stars in the skies. Unbeknownst to (Y/n), Paige had been doing the same since she arrived.

“Ursa Major,” Paige murmured, the name of the constellation unintentionally slipping from her lips.

At the sudden break in the comforting silence, (Y/n) glanced over to her, giving her full attention. 

"Is it still your favorite?" Paige asked, her voice soft with genuine curiosity, her gaze falling to the side to find (Y/n)’s surprised expression within the darkness.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) spoke softly, her mind filled with the countless nights they searched the sky together. An unexplainable wave of yearning and sadness washed over her senses, “it is.”

Paige then turned her attention back to the sky above, all while (Y/n) was still processing the fact that she remembered her favourite constellation.

“You still remember?” (Y/n) asked, the question slipping from her mind out to the world before she could stop herself.

Paige felt her blood rush scarlet. “Yeah, you know… how could I forget?”

Paige’s answer stunned her. She assumed that since they parted ways, Paige would’ve also tried to erase the memories from her mind. For (Y/n), it had been too much to remember.

Paige's response  lingered in the air, the weight of its meaning hanging heavy between them.

Paige hesitated, her gaze searching (Y/n)'s face for any sign of recognition. "Do you ever miss it?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat at the question, her mind racing as she struggled to find the right words. "Miss what?" she replied, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft glow of the stars.

Paige's gaze softened. "Us," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

A whirlwind of emotions swept through (Y/n) at Paige's question. Her chest tightened, and her breath caught in her throat. The weight of their shared history pressed down on her, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure.

Yet, amid the turmoil of conflicting emotions, a flicker of longing ignited within her.

Everyday.

She wanted to respond.

I’ve never stopped missing us. 

She hadn’t expected such a question from Paige. Though she had been hoping, deep down, she knew that Paige might not have the same space for her in her world. After all, a sun doesn’t need a moon to survive.

Over time, their dynamic had shifted, revealing that (Y/n) relied more on Paige than the other way around. But those words brought into question whether (Y/n) had been wrong about them all along.

Her eyes swept to the side to meet Paige’s expectant gaze, her eyes reflecting the silver moonlight.

“Always.”

Neither Paige nor (Y/n) had been expecting the answer to be spoken. At the revelation, the corners of Paige’s lips curved into the slightest smile. 

As soon as the conversation started, silence drifted between them, The two girls drifted back into their quiet comfort. Only now, they both shared the same information. Possibilities of the upcoming sprung up into (Y/n)’s mind. Things would be different then she expected, but maybe that was a good thing.

(Deleted scene)

“Nah, Paige is occupied at the moment,” KK laughed, her voice carrying over the chatter of the group. With a deft swing from the monkey bars, she landed next to Aaliyah, where her phone was propped up to capture their talents. As they continued their antics, the live chat exploded with questions about (Y/n) after the idea of getting Paige on the stream was quickly shut down.

“Damn,” Aaliyah murmured, her eyes scanning the flood of messages, “y’all really love her, don’t you?”

A chorus of affirmative responses flooded the chat. Meanwhile, Azzi's voice cut through the background noise, calling both Aaliyah and KK over to witness her latest feat on the monkey bars. With a shared grin, the two girls left their spot, drawn by Azzi's infectious energy.

In the darkness of the night, the bottom right corner of the screen was illuminated just enough to make ou two silhouettes together on a swing set. The descovery sparked a flurry of speculation in the chat. Messages scrolled rapidly as viewers attempted to decipher the identities of the mysterious figures. Within moments, messages began pouring out as Paige and (Y/n) were finally identified.

(Y/n) and Paige: Sparks Fly on Live Stream

Fans were treated to an unexpected sight during teammate KK Arnold's recent live stream, as basketball stars (Y/n) (L/n) and Paige Bueckers made a joint appearance. Their presence together immediately set social media abuzz, with fans reigniting dating rumors that have followed the pair for years. Despite both athletes maintaining silence on the matter, the resurgence of speculation has divided fans, with some eagerly shipping the duo while others advocate for their privacy. As (Y/n) and Paige continue to focus on their careers, fans remain captivated by the possibility of a romantic connection between the two athletes.

a/n: yuhh chapter two done! sorry for the wait, it's been a tough week lmao! anyways, im begging you PLEASE LISTEN TO WHITE FERRARI WHILE READING THE NIGHT SCENE ITS SO GOOD

anyways, thanks for all the love and support you guys are the best, loving all the comments <333

also for future chapters, does anyone live in seattle? cuz mc is gonna be from there and i need a highschool that was good at basketball or just one in general. LOVE YALL SO MUCH SEE YOU NEXT TIME

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Aside from a couple most of these pics are just the demo pics showing what's included, more CC in game pics can be seen here

🍄Misc Large Decals

In order: Junimo huts + large Junimos, Holdiay Decor and "sky decor", furniture items, rarecrows, plants.

🍄Wall Decals Paintings and Banners:

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🍄Wall decals Fishing

Again just the fish I wanted to do, not all:

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Here's a random in game pic (see more in links provided at top or bottom of post), all decals show through glass too!

🍄Stardew Valley Villagers (yes the bear is a villager I refuse to accept otherwise) portraits

The portraits are the only item with actual dimension, I recoloured a base game framed painting, so these are not flat like the rest of decals. (they look a bit orange but that's just my mood lighting)

🍄Walls and Flooring (indoor and outdoor flooring)

I did all the ones you see here:

For the floors I made a large and small version of all:

🍄You can see more CC in game pics in my wip post here

Are you sick and tired of those smooth graphics from Sims 4? Do you wish you could replace those pesky curves and detailed HQ textures with nothing but square pixel heaven and flat colours? To be finally rid of all those 3D bump/light effects and replace them with volume-less cardboard cut-out illusion and imagination? Do you want your build/game to look just like Stardew Valley? Or do you simply think that if the sims team are gonna give us low poly and low quality meshes and textures might as well do it properly? Fear not! The solution is here! I made a new Stardew Valley save (why I need yet another save that I'll never have time to complete I don't know) and tried my first build, the recreation of my current (and only) farm. It was ok but I got frustrated at how "Sims 4" everything looked, and checked for stardew valley cc conversions, art, decor but only find people making it using sims 4 stuff, which is probably the most logical thing but not for me! So I made this as there are plenty of game assets from Stardew Valley available online and however tedious and time-consuming resizing the tiniest of pixel art images is to fit Sims 4, it is fairly easy and doable, so I did it. I did skip some items in each category as there are way too many and just did the ones I like, sorry if there was one I didn't include. Also there are some floors in the game or icons that I couldn't find. Some Junimos were taken from the internet but most are individually resized game assets. INFO: all decals in wall deco, all are zero simoleons, and the portraits are 10. You can find my stuff typing "moonbiscuitsims" or "stardew". All have correct colour filter tags and removed "talk to object (insane)" and "can be struck by lightning" (these things annoy me or could cause more distractions for my sims, sorry if you like this though I'm sure there are plenty of objects to talk to/ lightning strikable objects). I don't know if this has an effect. All the portraits are just tagged as brown. All are resizable to your liking. Forgot to mention the floors i think are in wood flooring and outdoor flooring; and I think the walls in panelling. REQUIREMENTS: Nada, nothing. Just base game. (though I did accidentally make one item from a get to work decal by mistake, I remade it to fix it and I've play tested everything, but let me know if something doesn't show up.

PLEASE READ AND RESPECT MY TOU AND DO NOT ❌❌❌: - ❌ Reupload - ❌ Include in sim downloads - ❌ Put behind paywall of any kind no matter what. - ❌ Claim as yours. If you wanna use the texture files to make other different original content that is fine as long as it is different from mine and NO PAYWALLS and no reuploading my stuff. The images are from Stardew Valley, but I spent ages editing every single one to fit the sims, and this took me days to do. All my stuff is free. I don't care about conversions to ts2 or ts3 but NO PAYWALLS and please tag and credit me. If used for screenshots please tag me too, I'd love to see <3 🍄DOWNLOAD (including a pick and choose or a merged file with everything, don't get both) 🍄ALT DOWNLOAD PATREON Enjoy! Happy Simming/Farming

🌵🥥🌴NEW!! Calico Desert Addon🌴🥥🌵

Stardew Valley fav music playlist 🎵🎵🎵

[springlockscars]

sensitive to touch (w. afton/fem!reader)

pairing: william afton | steve raglan/fem!reader content tags: blow job, come eating, body worship, making out, drinking summary: "following surgery, scars can become oversensitive, tender and/or painful to touch. this is known as hypersensitivity and unfortunately doesn't go away by itself. the nerves in the hand are more sensitive than other parts of the body." - source  - you find out william's springlock scars are sensitive to touch. word count: 2,410 read on AO3

18+ content below cut. minors do not interact.

note: I was already working on something akin to this and this ask really encouraged me to finish it! It was originally going to be william explaining how he got the scars to reader but I decided to give him head instead :) ♡

William caressed your back, gently stroking the skin underneath your shirt up and down as you sit sideways on his lap with your head resting against his chest. A crystal glass of whiskey in his other hand resting on your own lap. In a similar way to how he was touching your skin, you were touching his. Tracing the unnatural markings that adorn his arm. Most of them, the deeper ones, vary in shades of pink. Some of the more superficial ones are a light white colour. Scars left behind by the remnants of a past life.

You had tried to gain more details one time, thinking perhaps that talking about the massive physical trauma his body had endured would help to somehow heal his mind, but William was completely unreceptive to the discussion. “Not today…” was his response with a heavy sigh, clearly irritated.

The scarring was evenly spread out across his entire body, stopping at his collar. Luckily, his button-up shirts hid the markings perfectly. Crescent moon shapes, near perfect circles, unnaturally straight lines, all in repeating patterns. Both arms a perfect mirror of each other, both sides of his body completely symmetrical. These scars were deep, the texture difference clear between them and the unmarred areas of skin.

“What’re you thinking about?” William mumbled, his voice deep and drowsy with the whiskey.

“You...” you said honestly, “thinking about how much I care about you.”

“Hmm,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped the arm that was stroking your back around your waist.

The radio at the edge of the room playing a classics station. A song you recognised but wouldn’t be able to name.

You relaxed into his arms, closing your eyes and letting your fingertips follow the patterns on his arm by memory. William was warm underneath you, the scarred skin smooth to touch. You felt him shift slightly, adjusting your position on his lap to hold you closer and nuzzling a stubbled cheek against the crown of your head. He hums comfortingly, showing no signs of discomfort at you touching this vulnerable part of him.

He breaks the embrace briefly to sip from his glass, before resting it back in your lap. You take the glass from his hand and take a small sip yourself. The sharpness of the alcohol smoothed by the mellow flavour. William smirks at you as he takes the glass back, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss.

“Mmm, tastes better from your lips,” he mused.

You twist around and drape an arm around his neck, allowing access for a deeper kiss. William nips your lower lip, which you part for him gladly as he presses his tongue firmly against yours.

Running your hand through his hair and scratching gently down the back of his neck with your nails, feeling the smooth texture of the scars there beneath your fingertips. It’s at this stimulation, William moans into your mouth. You mould your lips together one more time before pulling away and making eye contact.

“Does that feel good?” you smirk.

William’s eyes are glassy with lust and whiskey, darting between your lips and your eyes.

“Do you like it when I touch you here?” you trace your fingers around the side of his neck to the front, pressing gently against the scarring in the area.

William sighs, eyes drifting closed, tilting his head to the side to allow you easier access to his neck. His free hand grips your waist harder, and you feel his hips shifting underneath you again.

This turns him on…

You unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt, pulling the fabric out of the way to gain access to his chest. Tracing your fingers down the sharp lines and curved markings by his collarbones, his eyes can’t help but drift closed, sighing in content.

Wanting to experiment with just how much pleasure this kind of touch can provide him, you move to straddle his lap. Pressing your lips directly to the scared areas. Almost immediately you feel his hips rut up against you, chasing stimulation.

Delicately kissing the pink marks that adorn his chest, he takes a hold of your hips, cementing them against his own and grinding up against you desperately. Both of your hands are everywhere on his skin. You sit up straight once more; your lips meet his as you grind back against William’s bulge. He groans thick with need into your mouth, pressing his chest closer to your touch, effectively arching his back against you.

Needing more of him, you break the kiss to run your lips down his throat, then across his collar bones, down his chest. He whines when you slide off his lap to the ground, looking up at him from in front of his knees.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises,” you smirk while running your hands against the fabric of his trousers.

His head bobs forward, drowsy with the liquor as he unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You kneel before him, his legs parting to allow you access to the zipper of his slacks. He leans back, watching you through hooded eyes as he brings his glass back to his lips, swallowing down another mouthful of the amber liquid.

You pull the zipper down slowly, carefully, as though there were something underneath that might bite. Spreading the fabric out of the way, you palm his erection through the soft material of his yellow boxers. William groans deep inside his chest and tosses his head back in satisfaction. He lay slack before you, ready to receive the gift of your worship.

Before he could get too comfortable, you affectionately caress his lower legs all the way down to where his feet are planted firmly against the ground, still in his recently shined shoes. You undo the laces and slide the left shoe from his foot, then the right. Sitting back up to take hold of his trousers by the waistband. William, fully understanding your intentions with no words needing to be exchanged, raises his hips to allow you to slide the fabric out from underneath him and down his thighs—revealing the plethora of bright pink scars that match those on his upper body—until his lower half lays exposed. You haphazardly fold the trousers, placing them by his shoes before turning your attention to the bare skin in front of you.

You slide a palm up his calf, feeling the dips and bumps, the differences in smooth and rough texture. You press a kiss to the inside of his knee; his breathing gets heavier. Moving upwards, your lips trace a series of long, oval-shaped markings. All close together in proximity but perfectly equal distances apart, marring the entire circumference of his thigh. Gentle kisses, feather-light touches, you notice his fist clench out of the corner of your eye.

William groans and leans in closer to your touch; each graze of your fingertips, every brush of your lips against the sensitive skin of his scars sends signals straight to the growing bulge between his legs. Typically, William would become impatient at foreplay like this, opting to manhandle you into a fuckable position and take you rough and fast. But tonight, he was swimming in the pleasure you were giving him.

You move higher still, tracing the tip of your tongue across a long, band-like scar that wraps around his upper thigh. William’s hand rests on the back of your head. Glancing up you see his eyes closed, jaw slack, running his fingers through your hair. Right next to your face, his cock strains in his underwear.

Getting closer to the prize, you place a series of brief pecks along a deep, pink line, extending up his inner thigh. The skin is smooth against your sensitive your lips and is clearly a sensitive area itself with the way William’s fingers flex against your scalp, burying deeper into your hair.

Replacing your lips with your fingers on his thighs, finally, you decide to touch William where he desires it the most. Mouthing his cock through the fabric of his underwear, feeling it twitch against your mouth as he curses through gritted teeth.

You pull his underwear down, freeing the hot muscle. It twitches again, oversensitive as it meets the cold air, pre-come already leaking from the tip. The fact that he looks ready to burst any second brings a smile to your face.

You take his heavy balls in one hand, tensing when they meet the soft touch of your skin. Running your lips gently against the underside of his cock, the fingers of your other hand still trace the scars on his thigh.

“Oh… fuck,” he moans.

He looks down at you, kneeling so prettily between his legs, treating him so tenderly.

He swipes your hair out of the way, holding it back so he can see you peppering kisses to the underside of his shaft. Your fingers, at all times, caressing the bright pink markings that decorate his skin.

As you move higher up his length towards the tip, William throws back the last mouthful of whiskey, placing the glass on the table to the side just in time for you to deftly lick the leaking pre-come from his head.

His other hand drops to the couch, gripping the cushions as you feel his thighs tense beneath your hands. You slide the pad of your thumb across a scar that extends horizontally in a straight line just above his knee, while simultaneously running your tongue, pressed flat, up his entire length.

Willim’s grip on your hair tightens, a gratified moan coming from deep in his throat. Wanting to reward him for his patience, you wrap your lips around the swollen red tip and hollow your cheeks, pulling away with a pop sound.

“A-ah!” he cries, voice cracking and desperate.

Not hesitating for a second, you take his length back into your mouth as much as you can, tip almost touching the back of your throat. You pull away, then take him in again, repeating with both hands braced on his thighs, fingertips gliding tantalizingly over the markings underneath.

William guides your head with his hand, pressing you lower and lower onto his cock. Forcing you to take more of him into your mouth with every downstroke. You might be the one pleasuring him, but he’s still in charge.

He watches you, breathing coming in pants softly from his mouth. Holding your hair back out of your face as he watches you swallow him down, so eager to please.

You feel your throat contract as William thrusts up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He allows you to pull back to catch your breath for a moment. He strokes the back of your head affectionately, before guiding you straight back to his throbbing member, taking him swiftly in your mouth once again.

You flatten your tongue against the underside, lewd noises spilling from your mouth along with saliva that drips down your chin to pool on the couch cushions below. William, quickly approaching his climax, begins rutting into your mouth. Slowly at first, then faster; harder.

Trusting him to use your mouth to push himself over the edge, your fingers move to caress the scars closest to his groin; another series of oval-shapes, all equally spaced, stretching the expanse of his lower abdomen. Conveniently placed low enough they’re entirely hidden by his trousers.

These markings right now, lay bare and within reach as William fucks into your mouth, growing ever the more desperate with every thrust. With the tips of your fingers barely touching the marred skin, his whines become high-pitched, his thrusts sloppy. You run your thumbs over them, circling, applying teasing pressure.

William takes your head in both hands, fingers tangling into your soft hair. His voice unrestrained as his cries echo off the walls and ceiling of his living room.

“A-ah, ah! Oh fuck… Fuck,” he moans your name followed by a string of curses.

Feeling his rhythm falter, hips stuttering, you try your best to take him into your mouth as deep as you can to coax him to his climax. Tongue writhing against his hard length, delightful pressure as you suck and hollow out your cheeks. William thrusts up one final time, you feel just how intensely the muscles in his abdomen and thighs contract as he empties his load right into your mouth and down your throat.

He rocks his hips against your mouth as he comes, each spasm of release drawing a high-pitched whine from his lips. He rides out his orgasm for what feels like twice as long as he usually would. Thinking it must have something to do with just how turned on he became from the attention you gave his scars. You dutifully swallow down every drop he has to give you, jaw aching by the time he’s spent.

William finally relaxes, sinking deeply into the cushions of the couch, his hands falling from where they held your head. You pull him from your mouth slowly, carefully, cleaning him off as you go. Resting your own head, tired now, against his thigh when you’re finished. Though his own eyes have drifted closed, he caresses your hair affectionately from where you lay comfortably against him.

Your heart beats hard in your chest, feeling pride at the way you can make him come undone so completely by just the touch of your fingers. You caress his calf softly and press a kiss to the side of his knee; much like the way you did when this tryst began.

A hum reverberates through his chest, and he gestures for you to come closer, up from your position on the ground. William tucks himself back into his underwear as you stand from the ground, stretching briefly to ease the stiffness that developed in your muscles.

You perch next to him on the couch, slinging a leg over his and resting your head against his chest, hearing his own heart beating underneath the scarred skin. William wraps an arm tightly around you, resting his tired head against yours.

“Come t’ bed with me?” he asks, voice betraying his level of exhaustion.

You nod, cheek rubbing gently against the smattering of hair across his chest.

“I’ll repay you in th’ mornin’. I promise.”

[pictureamoebae]

FOUNDATION - balancing reshade for TS4 by amoebae

The Sims 4 suffers from very strong blue shadows in a lot of worlds, and generally has a blue or teal-green haze cast across the screen. This means things that should be white are blue or teal, greys have a blue tone to them, and shadows look out of place. I've generally tried to counteract this and make things more neutral in most of my presets, but it's annoying to have to do it each time from scratch, and I've never found a really good method that still preserves everything else that happens to be coloured blue.

Until now!

Foundation at its core is a simple multilut that removes the blue/green haze and neutralises shadows and things that should be neutral to begin with. It doesn't alter any other colours or contrast so menus stay usable and clear. The result is a game that looks exactly like the Sims game you know and love, but more balanced.

You can see an album of example screenshots here, including lots of splitscreen comparisons showcasing what the multilut does: https://imgur.com/a/Ic271u1

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You can use the Foundation multilut alone, you can drop it into a preset you already use, or you can use it to build your own preset around.

- If using the Foundation multilut alone:

while playing the game open the ReShade menu and choose from one of the 5 luts included in the Foundation multilut depending on which looks better for your current world/neighbourhood/season/time of day/weather

- If using the Foundation multilut with an existing preset:

open the ReShade menu and drag the multilut so it's either above or below your current used shaders - if you drag it above them it'll neutralise the blue cast *first* and your other settings will apply afterwards; if you drag it below them it will also neutralise blues in your current settings

- If using the Foundation multilut to build your own preset around:

I recommend keeping the Foundation multilut above any other colour grading shader effects in the load order so that you're working on a properly balanced base

If you want to use the Foundation multilut alone because you like how the game usually looks but just want to banish those obnoxious blues, I've built a full ReShade preset around it if you want something a bit extra.

The only colour grading is the Foundation multilut, but it adds in other 'bells & whistles' shaders like MXAO, RadiantGI, DoF, Adaptive Fog, Depth Haze, SMAA, Sharpening, Deband, and several flavours of Bloom to choose between. You can play the game with just the Foundation multilut enabled, and turn on any of the other effects when you want to take more polished screenshots.

This preset is ideal for someone who likes how TS4 looks but wants a better version of that. It's also ideal for CC creators who want to take nice screenshots of their CC but don't want to alter how it looks in a vanilla game.

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Ultimately, Foundation is meant to be a tool to help you get the best from your game, whether you just want to play with colours looking how they're meant to, or if you want to build your own preset without having to do battle with the blue shadows and colour casts all the time.

You have two download options:

Just the Foundation multilut (includes the multilut png and the corresponding shader that requires the Prod80 package)

or the Foundation ReShade preset (includes the multilut, the amoe - Foundation.ini preset file, and some additional shaders/textures you'll need)

There are full installation instructions included in both downloads.

DOWNLOAD NOW @ PATREON (free)

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Find me here:

pictureamoebae @ tumblr

amoebae @ twitter

amoebae @ patreon

amoebae's TS4 screenshots @ flickr

amoebae's cc, builds and ReShade presets in one place @ flickr

amoebae's amoebas discord server

[kissesinthemist]

Modern! Meadowlark Headcanons

(Clémentine edition)

• Super popular at school. Known for being super sweet and nice to everyone, even if they don’t know them well

• Feels bad for teachers when other students are being disrespectful

• Would absolutely adore Calico critters (or Sylvanian Families), Strawberry shortcake, and Lalaloopsies

• The one who convinced Cole to join Drama club and encourages them to try out for more roles in plays

• Super into hair care along with skin care (I saw someone on TikTok headcanon that they would be a Sephora kid and I can’t unsee it)

• I also think they would like collecting different lotions, perfumes, candles, etc. They would definitely love browsing in shops like Bath and body works, Lush, and yankee candle just to smell everything until it gets a headache

• Would have a phone but their parents don’t let them have social media (and if they did, it would be heavily supervised)(Because of this, it rarely uses it unless its to text their parents)

• Adding onto this, they definitely delete conversations with its friends when their parents check their phone

• Due to not having much access to the internet besides what their parents allow, the Lark try to teach it some popular terms or memes (brain rot, vines, etc.)

• Really into those baking competitions on tv but not cooking shows (Tried watching Gordon Ramsey but the constant yelling freaked it out)

• Their favourite tv shows would be Strawberry shortcake (specifically the 80s version), tinker bell, Hilda, and Angelina ballerina (I feel like it watches Winnie the Pooh with Cole as well)

• Collects old Beanie Babies (They also like Beanie Boos but beanies babies just have a special place in its heart)

• Would be really into Disney but specifically the golden and silver ages. They would definitely become a Disney adult but not in a weird way

• Loves plushies (obviously) but I feel like they’d be a bit of snob when it comes to them. They’re very specific when it comes to their stuffed animals such as brands, colours, texture, etc.

• Because of this, it prefers more high end stuffed animals from brands like AURORA, Douglas cuddle toys, and Jellycats

• Their parents don’t allow them to have unhealthy food like fast food, candy, soda, etc. so they don’t really know what they taste like. They’ve considered sneaking them but they always feel guilty just by thinking of doing it

• They would be a god at Rainbow loom. Would know how to do really difficult designs like the firecracker, the starburst, and the kaleidoscope

• While at school, their parents make them dress really proper, almost like a uniform way? Its school clothes would include pieces like: dresses or skirts below the knee, dress pants, tights, white button ups, sweaters, and usually a bow or a tie. These pieces would also all be in pretty dull colours like grey and brown

• While it’s not at school, they get a little more freedom on how they dress but still with some rules. Their outside of school wardrobe consists of: Blouses (ones with cute collars), cute tops, shorts (anything but jeans), overalls, cardigans, shorter skirts and dresses (with shorts underneath and obviously not too short)

• I think they would also have different shoes and accessories depending on where it’s at. Dress shoes for school and Mary Janes for else where. While at school, it’s only allowed hair ribbons (in dull colours ofc) and some jewelry like a simple bracelet or necklace. While out of school, they get to wear more fun accessories like bandanas, hairs pin, scrunchies, and fun jewelry (rainbow loom bracelets, earrings, etc.)

That’s all I have for Clémentine, I hope you like them. Next up is Perrine (My fav)

[itsdrawingmen]

I just wanted to put them in these tees, and then I wanted to give them funky outfits, and then this sorta just came together. I wanted the tees the other way around, but you just know Zen would start getting his panties in a bunch.

Okay, so headcanon time:

Yoosung's sprites and official art see him mostly wearing slimmer-fitting stuff, and looking reasonably clean-cut unless he's at home - less normal and boring than before uni, but still pretty toned down. After all, he's been taught to be proper. However, his striped tees and colourful pins already appear as a kind of style search, as does his little layering that he has going on most of the time. After he loses sight in his left eye and spirals into depression, he loses a lot of weight and finds that all of his clothes now hang on him and are way too big. At first, he just tries to hide in all that fabric, wearing stuff on top of one another to cocoon in, then it becomes more of a search for comfort, trying to get at least a little of the physical touch that he craves in this way. Somewhere along the way he realizes that the loose chunky layers feel really good and comfortable, and he begins actually liking the look of them. He also starts stacking accessories, mostly bracelets, also as a physical reassurance. This change in style marks his drift from his family's control, supported and encouraged by Zen (who is a little overprotective because he's projecting, but also because he gets a firsthand glimpse into what Yoosung's parents are like and realizes that's No Way To Live). He embraces a lot of his nonconformity here, and becomes way more comfortable in his skin. He does still wear slimmer fits, especially shirts (because now he has all the physical reassurance he needs), but his clothes become way more feel-good, relaxed, and funky.

Zen, for his part, goes through several different phases. When he runs away from home at the ripe old age of fourteen, he's trying his best to look adult and accentuate what little muscle he has, so he's constantly wearing skin-tight tees and jeans (some of them becoming so tight for the sole reason that he's outgrowing them). Then puberty plays a very funny joke by giving him hips before it gives him shoulders, and he gets his first actual leather biking jacket, with the help from the guy responsible for too many of his firsts. At that point Zen is still quite skinny, soft, and fragile, and his attempts at masculinity are childish. After being abandoned (again) by the person he loves, he starts his journey of hardening up and growing a carapace, which reflects on his style becoming way stiffer and more leather. Of course, he has little choice because he mostly survives on hand-me-downs, but those worn-out too-big too-stiff clothes make him feel better. This especially spikes after a certain event that he doesn't really talk about, when he completely stops appearing in public with his jacket unzipped. Then, after some drifting, he finally finds people he can trust and starts spending more time on actually pursuing his dream than trying to just barely survive. At that point he enters a new phase where he starts craving normalcy. His style becomes way simpler and more toned down. He chooses mostly soft, pliable clothes, nothing tight and nothing loose, no unusual cuts, mostly monochrome. He has very few clothes and he picks and chooses them to match in all combinations. And that stays true up until Yoosung's presence in Zen's flat (and heart) introduces colour into his wardrobe (and life). Zen is still more into classics, at least in terms of cuts, but he becomes more likely to pick an outlandish accent colour or texture. He's not big on accessories, unless it's something Yoosung gives him, in which case he always wears it in secret, close to skin under his clothes.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 35

masterpoast

This chapter marks the end of the Panama Arc! Where will our boys go next?

Damian awoke from a dreamless sleep. Gentle vibrations rocked his body. It felt like coming home on a bad day, or the way he imagined a mother might hold their child. His mind’s eye brought forth thousands of shifting images, each colour blending into the other until it was unrecognisable. Briefly, familiar pictures would make themselves clear only to disappear the next. He thought about Father. About home. The heat in his head intensified. The images went to when his Father yelled, when Richard looked down on him with pity and disappointment in equal measure. Those conversations played out, then played again. Damian cried out, begging for them to understand, to give him the approval they’ve withheld. The conversations played differently, but each variation in dialogue felt like a Herculean task to process and imagine. Every time his dream self said something different, the dream seemed to rewind back to the beginning, only for details to blur or transform in a mess.

Damian’s eyes opened to a dark night sky. Somebody spoke to him, words that melded into gibberish. He chirped back, and fell into another dream.

He was in school. Some classmate was saying something vapid and inane, and Damian snapped at her. She acted shocked and offended, but that only boiled Damian’s blood further. Suddenly some boyfriend or lackey came forward. Damian remembered that day well. He’d ended up in detention, and his Father did not take kindly to his retaliation.

The images faded away into another menagerie of meaningless memories.

When Damian awoke again, the water felt warm, like sunlight, but his body shivered with coldness and pain. Aching soreness thrummed under every scale. The gentle purring was still there. A deep call resonated through the water. It felt dark at the same time, like his eyes were being covered. Skinny arms enclosed his body, and a large weight was over his chest. His gills expanded, their skin brushing against a familiar scale texture.

“Danny?” He resented how week his voice felt, how to speak was like pushing a boulder.

Danny did not respond. His chest press against Damian’s, then fell away, then rose again in a regular pattern. He was sleeping. Damian tried to wiggle away, but to move even a muscle seemed too difficult a task. His friend, and if he had his way, future brother’s warmth enveloped him, and lulled him into slumber alongside the purrs.

For what felt like days, Damian drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he awoke to Danny spooning him handfuls of seaweed or kelp. Other times, Danny was kneading his hair, and stroking his fins. His lateral line tingled with the presence of many more, but he couldn’t place their presence. One time, he tried to sniff out their company, but couldn’t make it far before sleep reclaimed him.

Eventually, Damian managed to awaken with some more lucidity. The sounds in the water rang more sharply. There was a towel, or a blanket of some kind draped over his head. His arm did not radiate pain when lifting it as compared to before, but it was an effort nonetheless to lift it off of him.

Colour burst into his vision in sharp outlines. The water tinged with the purple of dawn above, and deep dark blue from the bottom. Damian blinked. No, it wasn’t water or blue at all, but grey blubber. Damian tapped the surface. Suddenly, the familiar smell clarified; it was the whale pod from earlier! As if sensing his alertness, a familiar baby whale emerged from over the edge of the ‘floor’. Dorothy sang in delight, and triggered a rare smile from Damian.

“Hello girl. I suppose your pod managed to catch up to me and Danny.” Dorothy swam in a little circle around him, gently nuzzling him with her nose. Damian reached out to her head, and rubbed soothing circles. What a relief; she was still healthy after her encounter with the poachers. “At least one of us managed to remain unscathed.”

Dorothy chirped again, a sadder sound. When she nudged his body, Damian had to refuse. “I cannot play with you yet. I am still unwell.”

“Damian!”

He whipped his head around, only to regret it when the headache spiked. Danny zipped over the mother whale’s back, and laid Damian over the towel. “Don’t push yourself, you’re still healing.”

Damian found no strength to protest. He heard Danny place something down beside him. “How long have I been out?”

“Three days, more or less.”

He tutted. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“Blood blossoms. Skulker hit you with a candle made from them. They dissolve the bonds between hydroplasmic molecules.” That would explain the excruciating pain he’d felt, and was still feeling partially. “I’m so glad you’re awake. I was so scared.”

Damian’s fins stood up, only to drop. He wanted to be offended that the older boy was worried for him, but that indignity was strangely absent, instead replaced with a feeling of warmth.

“I’m sorry I let Skulker take you.”

There was the indignity. Damian hissed weakly. “Dispel yourself of such nonsense. We had no way of knowing beforehand that he would strike or where, nor that the GiW would have beaten us to Panama.”

“But-“

“If you continue that statement, I will rise up and bite your sail, headache be damned.”

Danny did not wisely shut his mouth, instead crossing his arms. “You’re literally half dead and you’re still being difficult.” His complaints came across without coldness. Frustration, but also teasing.

“I have a reputation, as the youngest of my household.”

Danny pushed forward his previous cargo of kelp, mussels and clams. Damian did not have it in him to protest the shellfish. At least they would be soft enough to eat without much trouble. Instead, his eyes drifted down to the grey back of the mother whale.

His friend heard the question before he voiced it. “These guys managed to catch up to us after I got you back. They’ve been really helpful, taking us places where there’s lots of food.”

“That is helpful…”

Danny shucked a mussel and offered it to him. “Your friend’s been really worried about you too. She keeps bothering me and trying to nuzzle you. I’ve had to chase her away a few times.”

Quietly, Damian’s heart soared at the idea of the playful calf caring for him so much, although he was careful not to show it. Damian took the offered morsel and swallowed it without much ado. He turned his head to the side, and stared out at the great expanse rolling by above him.

He had little energy to talk much. The two of then sat in mostly in silence. Danny retold the events that transpired at Skulker’s yacht, and Damian listened. After that, the only sounds were the whale song pinging back and forth between each member of the pod, and their own chewing. Before long, Damian was stuffed full, and he found himself lying on Danny’s belly, watching a shipwreck pass by in the distance.

So much had happened in such a small amount of time. He used to think he was a creature of action, and battle. To have a quiet moment was rare. Something was always going on; something had to always be going on, but in this moment? The Fentons’ engines were busted. The GiW were blind without the Fentons’ help or any tips, and Skulker’s yacht was down for the count too. In this moment, they had no pursuers. Only the two of them and a pod of whales were here for what could be hundreds of miles.

Perhaps it was this smaller body, but Damian found himself easing into Danny’s touch, into a relaxed lull.

“What now?” He murmured. “We have lost most of our supplies.”

Danny shrugged. “Not the first time it’s happened to us. We’ll get more. ‘Sides, the bag I ‘borrowed’ from Skulker’s got some nifty stuff.”

“Our plan to pass through Panama failed. I doubt a second try would be fruitful.” The American government would surely notice a second breach of the area. They tended to hang around like that, like leeches, or cockroaches, or barnacles. Incredibly annoying, and very hard to get rid of.

Danny considered these words. The water swirled lightly around Damian’s body, kicked up by the older boy’s fins. “I’m sorry.”

“Do not be. I have already told you. Apologise any further and I will take measures.”

A first pushed into his hair. Damian screeched with embarrassment. The other looped around his chin and locked him in place, and Damian’s head burned with the frictional heat. “Bold words for someone in noogie range!”

“Cease this! You are attacking me because I told you the truth!”

“Lalallalala I can’t hear you! All this water’s blocking out the sound!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

Danny laughed. With consideration towards Damian’s health, the noogie attack did not last long, but it was the blow to Damian’s pride that mattered more. Stupid tiny body. Stupid teenage siren strength locking him tight against transparent scales. Damian cursed these things many times.

They settled down again soon after, and Damian pressed him again. “If you have a human form, perhaps you can smuggle me through Brazil. We could swim out the Amazon.”

Danny blinked at him. “Dude, you think I can speak a lick of Portuguese? Somehow I feel like your grand theft auto skills might not cut it against the cartels. Or the mosquitos,” he finished with a shudder.

Tut, Damian could cut through any cartel, and he could certainly clip a mosquito’s wings mid-air, but Danny did not need to know that yet. It was a monumentally nonsensical plan, admittedly, upon further consideration.

That still left them with few other options. Could they go south all around South America? How much time would that take? The timeline of their journey was going to have to be revised heavily.

“Well, I do know someone.”

Damian’s ear fins perked up. “An ally of yours?”

“You could say that. Her name’s Dora. She runs a kingdom down south, just off the coast of Chile. I have an open invitation and she owes me one.”

That was… good news. For all the adventuring they had been doing, Damian had never thought that Danny would have contacts in the underwater world that he could use. After the reveal of his human form, it appeared even more unlikely.

“You think this friend of yours has the resources to assist us?”

“I mean, she has a whole kingdom. I’m sure she can spare us some magic doohickey or whatever.” Ugh, never underestimate the inarticulacy of an American teenager.

“Very well then.”

“There was another thing I wanted to bring up with you.”

Damian groaned. His body was already getting tired.

“Since we’re gonna be travelling for a bit longer than expected, I was thinking maybe we had some fun on the way.” Damian’s eyes blinked open. In Danny’s hands, an underwater camera gleamed. It was very good equipment, the kind of stuff Timothy would spend thousands on and then gush over for weeks. “Skulker just had this lying around. I figured he would’ve taken pictures of you, so I took it to destroy them. But it feels bad to get rid of a perfectly good camera, right?”

The camera was passed to him. His small torso was barely bigger than the equipment, but being underwater made it easier to handle. He ran his hands down its smooth surface, taking note of the controls.

“I-if you don’t want to, we can-,”

“It’s perfect.”

The tension in the water disappeared. Danny breathed a sigh of relief. The boy flopped onto the ‘floor’ beside Damian, lanky arms draped over Damian’s tail. “Oh, that’s great.”

“For what it’s worth,” Damian mumbled, voice weakening underneath the embrace of precious sleep. “This journey has already been very exciting, and in a word, fun. And despite our setbacks, I look forward to where it takes us next.”

“Yeah. So do I.”

Danny continued talking about this and that, and Damian mumbled half-hearted replies until he finally fell asleep again, underneath a blanket and Danny’s embrace.

[k00319173]

Assemble

10/10/2024

Filoconstructions

Below I have pictured my final finished piece of embroidery from the Filoconstructions that I worked on during the week.

This was a really interesting process and something I hadn’t tried before. I really enjoyed working with a new medium and had a fun time playing with the textures I could make by layering and stitching in various different ways.

For this design I decided to create a piece using symbols, I wanted to use natural symbols and therefore have made my piece which displays a scared heart (a religious symbol from Christian faith) in an anatomical fashion, a beetle (which represents the sun god in Egyptian myth and religious practice), the flower (which is a symbol in Thelema) and I added a fern to balance the contrasting complimentary colours used in the piece and to add one final natural element.

I am fascinated by the shift from the worship of natural elements and things we intrinsically connect to as natural beings into the more far removed supernatural plane which religions develop towards particularly when being large organised faiths. I wanted to showcase how we as natural beings project these supernatural ideas using symbols that we can relate to from the natural world. Seeing how removing the gods from the natural world as they move into a more esoteric space effects how we as humans perceive these religious icons and also the world and life around us is fascinating to me and I wanted to explore this complex idea through a simple symbolic design.

[honey-floret]

Log X11032555 Journal of Dr. Beatrice "Honey" Lewis

An extremely flustered woman appears on screen. Her face beet red, her tousled silver and brown hair falling around her new colourful dress. Her glasses replaced by contacts. She looks to be in a bathroom.

Hihihihi this is Honey Lewis and I just taking a break from my date with Cybil!! It's been going ever so well! I was so nervous on the trip over from my Hab, I was so.. so.. so what's the word, embarrassed about the dress I chose after consulting with Alma. It was far more colourful than I had expected but oh my goodness the texture feels so good on my skin. And and and when I arrived Cybils face just lit up and and I knew the dress was the right one!

Shakes head

Oh umm, I don't know what came over me there. I guess I'm making a recording in a bathroom? Oh yes! I'm having coffee with Cybil today. I think it's being going well, things are kinda fuzzy. I remember arriving and seeing Cybil sitting outside at a table already. I remember her waving me over and smiling. I don't know how to say it exactly but there was something off about that smile, maybe it was just a tad bit wide.

I remember her getting my chair for me, and once I had sat down I had tried to call a waiter. Cybil touched *shivers* my hand lightly and told me I had no need to worry about ordering. She said she already knows what I like to drink and eat so she had ordered for both of us before I arrived. I mean... that's reasonable I guess. We've been working together for a while now and I guess she must have taken note of what I've eaten in the lunchroom.

We talked about the ancient Mars rover discovery for a while, until our drinks and food arrived. I was astounded, she had ordered me the most exquisite sandwich, along with a coffee just the way I liked it, while she was brought a glass of some sort of fluid.

I was a bit apprehensive about the sandwich, I haven't mentioned before but I actually have some intolerances to gluten and milk. So when I saw the sandwich I was... nervous.

"Don't worry little one, I know all about your intolerances and I made sure to get exactly what you can eat"

"I, umm, thank you Cybil" I said, feeling my face flush. Cybil definitely noticed that because her face presented such a wicked grin.

"You know Honey, it was very adorable of you to cling to my leg like that the other day."

I nearly spat out the food I had in my mouth, "Umm, Unmm I don't... umm"

"You don't what dear?"

"I don't want to give you the wrong impression that umm..."

"However would you give me the wrong impression? You were ever so spooked, it was only natural you sought comfort"

"But... but.."

"And it's unsurprising you find me comforting. We have gotten to know one another quite well over this last year haven't we?"

"I guess so. We definitely have spent a lot of time with each other."

"We have. I wonder if you're starting to understand what I'm saying. If it's sinking into that pretty little head of yours"

At that point my memory goes fuzzy. I can't seem to remember... oh my goodness. That fucking weed! She's done something to my head! Things only started to go fuzzy after she said sinking, the same with me getting ever tired during that party! It must be some kind of command word but... there's other times I remember my memory has gotten hazy, both a long time ago with Ashli and with Cybil... they.... they must have brainwashed me at some point! For some nefarious purpose. Wait... they wanted me to be a floret didn't they! I can't believe this.

Dr. Lewis's form disappears from the recording as the datapad is picked up, a little later the datapad registers a clunk as it's pressed downward on a tables surface.

"You!! You messed with my head!"

"Come now Honey, you don't really believe that do you?"

"Don't play around with me Cybil! You and Ashli both must have been colluding! One of you must have messed with my memories so I can't remember but there's just too much lost time when I look back. Something must have happened with me!"

"I assure you Honey, whatever was done to you was for your benefit."

"My benefit! You.. you affini only want pets! How could that be to my benefit!"

"Haven't you been happier since your wellness check petal? Ashli told me just how miserable you were when you met her. How your living situation was, how you couldn't maintain friendships even if you were able to talk to people. Ashli did do her best, but maybe I shouldn't say this, when you moved to your hab unit you had a breakdown. Ashli did everything in her power to calm you down without resorting to xenodrugs but nothing was working. She was forced to drug you little one. While you were drugged she decided to add in some little commands to help you along in that brain of yours. Things to help you continue living that Independent life you so wanted. And so she released you back into the world. But that experienced changed you little flower didn't it?"

"I, umm, maybe.. maybe"

"You long to be close to me don't you? But you're afraid of what might happen if you do. Isn't that right?"

"......"

"I've the way you look at me. With those gorgeous eyes of yours. So much adoration, so much need."

"No..."

"Now now, I know this all makes you nervous and scared. If you're so afraid of what might happen, why don't you come over to my place sometime this week and visit Alma?"

"I suppose.."

"Very good petal. Besides Alma misses you and would love to have a play date. And you can get to know Alma a bit more and find out what it's actually like being a floret before you make any decisions"

"I... I haven't agreed to be a floret."

"You haven't, that's correct. But maybe you'll change your mind"

-End Recording-

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[sealz888]

Gage for the ask me anything! If you don’t do DLC characters then Nick Valentine please and Butch from FO3❤️

Thank you for requests! Another Anon sent me an ask with 2/3 of the characters and with Old Long Fellow so I'll post that soon for them. In the meanwhile, please enjoy. CW for Butch: Child abuse. Triggering content below the cut.

Nick Valentine

Ever since he was a young boy he's had a knack for investigating.

First got into introduction to it was family game night, where they had one of those fake investigation game thingies. He got it pretty fast, much to his families dismay. They got some more, and he only got better.

Started to watch detective and crime shows and movies and he'd often pick up on the culprit quickly. Listened to true crime radio shows too.

When he was 16, his neighbour hired to him to investigate if her husband was cheating on him. He found out and got photo evidence. The husband was cheating and he got paid handsomely for finding out.

Frequently corresponds with DiMA,  exchanging letters and parcels. He tries to visit at least once a year. DiMA still tries to convince him to stay. 

One time while they were staying, DiMA found  one of those investigation games. A whole bunch of Synthes and DiMA tried to figure it out, Nick sat there watching and helping whenever he could. He ending up bringing it back to the Commonwealth with him.

Pre-War Nick was pretty close with Jennifer's nephew, becoming an uncle figure. There bond only got got stronger after Jenny got murdered. Nick and Little Shaun now share this bond.

His internal fans speed up and get really loud when he's flustered of caught of guard. If it's really quiet and you get up nice and close you could almost hear a mechanical heartbeat.

Porter Gage

I haven't played or watched too much on Nuka-world, so forgive me if I have anything off.

Gouged out his own eye. He was dared to prove his courage, loyalty and balls.

His brother is Red-eye. They were both adopted into the same raider family. They also have sister and another younger brother who were birthed into the ranks. The Sister and brother died in one of the raids, but Red Eye and Gage made it to Nuka World.

Doesn't like the taste of Nuka-Cola, drinking it so much as made him miserable. He's so tired of using it to marinade meat. He's so tired of the same fizzy texture. He's so tired of the taste, the colour, everything.

Tends to help out with agriculture and farming considering his roots.

Is debating betraying the SoSu considering their status with the Minutemen, dissatisfied at the recent information. He's also planning a full scale invasion of the Commonwealth.

He also wanted Nuka World too himself as well, so he has Red-Eye spy on SoSu.

Butch DeLoria

Content Warnings for Child Abuse the cut.

His dad ran off to Vegas. Growing up his mother would warn him about gambling, Chems and alcohol. Also bares a striking resemblance to his father, his mother resents him for it.

When he was a young child, he'd often ""run away"" from their room and ask to sleep for the night. He'd end up frequently having sleep overs with other kids and spend more time at theirs than his'.

Was really hoping to get a mechanic on the G.O.A.T and absolutely hated being a barber at first. However, he really like doing his hair and got really good it, so he excelled in his training much to his dismay.

Opened his own barber shop in Rivet City and people from all over, and I mean all over come to see him and to get a haircut. His skills are insane.

Listens to a lot of Elvis and can do a few of his dance moves.

Big comic book nerd despite bullying a lot of kids in the vault about comics. He's a grognak kinda guy I reckon.

Helps MacCready out too and knew him as a kid. He often visits little Duncan and brings him lollies, sweets, sodas and comics. He'll read Duncan the letters MacCready sends him in silly voices to get him to laugh.

Big ol' softie, wants a wife and to settle down in a family but his past experiences and absent father makes him second guess himself. He has a dog though.

He got counselling from James to deal with his trauma. Also apologised to the LW and Amata too.

Happy to leave the vault and never come back!

Continued below cut

He'd run to the guards and overseer and tell them about everything, most of the guards wanted to help him and would let him stay around them. They did everything in their power to get him help.

but when the overseer confronted his mother about she denied everything and said that he was lying.

He was not. Could you hear it.

[alicethepiper]

RE5 time babey lets gooo

okay so we did mods (of course we did)

i got rid of the gross green filter with a mod thingy (i will credit at the end) and the screenshots are so fun, they give me two copies of each photo i take? one with the green filter and one without?? absolutely wild to see them side by side idk why capcom put that filter blegh

look at that side by side !! wooooooo absolutely wild

look at this side by side !! woahhhhh

(i changed chris to leon because i dont want to play as chris but you dont get to play as sheva until its your second playthrough and so to manage i switched it to leon, it's slightly more bearable) (no hate to chris i just dont wanna play as him) (i love chris but i wanna play as sheva) (do you catch my drift) (when the option is between sheva and ANYONE and im forced to not play as sheva it hurts me) (love you mr. redfield no hate)

look at her look at her look at her look at her look at her (i had to point my gun at her to take these shots and it made me feel bad) LOOK AT HER UNIFORM SHE IS SO STINKING CUTE the lack of outfits for her hurts me (i love you modders, thank you for all that you do - this isnt a complaint aimed at you guys at all) IM ABOUTA LEARN HOW TO MOD TO GIVE THIS GIRL SOME MORE CLOTHES

also the leon mod is absolutely WILD - the people behind this are so cool, it replaces cutscenes and also his voice lines are in there?!? he calls sheva ashley which i think is fun, but when you throw out commands its leon saying them and i think that's so awesome

the mod didn't work for all of chapter 3 tho? but then boom chapter 4 and it worked again so that's fine. i also can't get long sleeve leon to work but im pretty sure its something on my side, re5 literally had an application error when i first tried to boot it originally (before the mods) and then i looked it up and apparently its a widespread problem so... let's blame capcom :)

okay now here's where i messed up the mods (this one was my fault 100% watch the order in which you download shit fellas)

leon head on chris body is scary it's like when shaggy drinks that potion in scooby doo 2 monsters unleashed and he gets really buff, this is like buff shaggy i dont like it

hi josh :3

hi jensen ackles :3

i have more photos to post so im just gonna add to this in a reblog?? and then it'll be one big long post - that's probably a bit hectic but it keeps it organized

also shout out to the amount of people that have joined my game love that people are still playing - that one person who showed me where all the fun treasures were, you're awesome sorry i got lost on the map

mods used:

Leon RE4 Definitive Edition - kreedyk

RE5 GE - Sheva BSAA SOU Outfit - EvTital

Resident Evil 5 - Awakening - True Colour - QTmodz

Josh Stone HD Textures - epicawesomemods

[edai-crplpnk]

Some Team 7 + Team 10 chara sheets!

I did more chara sheets for my modern AU. (I did Team 8 + Sand Sibs here!) They don't appear much in the fics I already wrote, I don't know if they will in the future (maybe some plan for Naruto & Jiraiya fic one day?) but I have headcanons for them!

1 - The Girlfriends

Additional facts!

Sakura:

She's been best friend with Naruto since childhood and was quite scared to come out to him as a teen, not so much because she thought he'd reject her entirely but more because she was scared it would change their dynamics if they weren't boy friends anymore. Naruto was very excited about the whole thing, and supported her plenty in her transition.

She's training to be a surgeon and met Ino in med school.

In Seeing Stars, she is roommate with Lee and Tenten, but she'll move in with Ino later, and Gaara will take her place (well, more like he'll take Lee's bed room and there is one free now but-)

This is my "everyone is gay, everyone is disabled" AU and she is the token abled chara for now, but that might change if I get inspired. Not fully set on that.

Ino:

She's known she was a lesbian (although maybe not in this word) since very young. Also, at the time, Shikamaru and Chouji were perceived as such too, so that made them a trio.

She graduates to be a physical therapist around the year of Seeing Stars. She trained a lot on Sakura (lovingly) and Lee (more brutally).

Her endometriosis is somewhat managed by progesterone but she still has some flare-ups from time to time.

2 - The Boyfriends

Chouji:

They are Brazilian through their mother and Japanese through Chouza.

They struggled a bit figuring out their gender and tried presenting more masculine earlier in their transition, cutting their hair short and all that, but really didn't like it and, after some distress and talking it through with Ino and Shikamaru, let themself own that they were, really, a femboy. He is cool with masculine words (like being Shikamaru's boyfriend).

They considered stopping T after a while but liked how it felt for the most part, and it also helped manage PCOS symptoms.

He is rather sensory-seeking and loves being able to play around with textures, colours and sparkles.

He manages chronic pain with compressive clothes, knee braces and crutches.

Shikamaru:

Identified as a boy for about forever, and was very uncomfortable with being perceived as a lesbian with Chouji as a teen (which Chouji didn't really mind on his end), in a good part because of dysphoria, but also because he's never been into girls? (Dating Chouji has been a lot of confusion until they both figured themselves out, but it did feel right, somehow. Now he knows why.)

It might not have happened yet by the time of Seeing Stars because this shit takes time, but he is eventually getting phalloplasty and a cool tattoo sleeve on his left arm afterwards to hide the graft site.

Between his fatigue and Chouij's pain, they are a very cuddly pair and spending a lot of time in each other's presence at home. It's not always easy to go out and do things whatever they may be, but they make sure that the time they spend home together feels significant and not just routine.

3 - The Not Boyfriends

Naruto:

After some chaotic and pretty traumatic time in the foster care system as a baby and young child, he was taken in by Jiraiya, a relative of Kushina. He still lives with him as an adult, though they have a more roommate-y relationship than father/son.

He has struggled a lot with school the whole time, and it got worse after being separated from Sasuke (see below) and Sakura (because he failed and had to repeat some years along the way). He didn't graduate from high school in the end.

He does restaurant delivery by bike for a living, which provides him with both a lot of time spent working the hyperactivity out, and social contact with all the cooks in the neighbourhood (who all love him and have adopted him like a stray cat.)

He is very good friend with Kiba. They met in group therapy but Kiba is not great at that so they mostly meet to smoke together.

He is bi but probably too obsessed with Sasuke and the faith he have they'll be together again to really put himself out there for anyone.

Sasuke:

He and Naruto were close (and eventually sort of dating) as children and teens, but they got into a fireworks accident together where they both lost an arm (and Sasuke some hearing). Fugaku moved him to private schooling after the events, and they haven't reconnected since then.

He has sort of convinced himself he is straight, not even out of complicated feelings for his sexuality, but really just to be able to think he isn't and has never been into Naruto, because he resents him a lot for the accident and doesn't want to come to term with forgiveness or even just admitting he is still important to him.

He's tried using a prosthetic arm for years after his injury, but never quite found one he managed to work with. He also has important phantom pain that plays into that.

For now, he's joined the police like Fugaku. Let's all hope he'll get himself together eventually.

[squircatlies]

Today is the day I unleash my Mr. Bonzo fanart upon this webbed site.

This post is relatively safe up until the cut.

Is the *tips fedora* meme over a decade old? Yes. Do I care? No, absolutely not.

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Now this is where I recommend "getting off" this post to anyone bothered by graphic depictions of body horror, blood, violence, or Mr. Bonzo (monster, not mascot like above).

I know the first image is silly, but I cannot stress enough how serious I am when I say:

Proceed at your own risk.

Now that you have chosen to continue, I have arranged the images in order of least to most vile and disturbing (though that might be slightly subjective on my part).

Remember that you can click off this post at any time.

Final warning: split tongue Bonzo.

I tried channeling Julia Drawfee with the lineart a little bit. Didn't feel like shading that one, so it's a bit flat.

Where did I lose my colours? Plot twist: the first image in this post is actually the last I've made, so technically I gained the colours. I wanted it to have more of a cheery vibe, unlike the ones under the cut, which I wanted to be kinda dreary and I feel like adding too much colour can mess that up.

Alright, I'll address the tongue. Remember how his head splits in tmagp 12? Yeah, it's a nod to that and also I asked myself "how do I make his design worse than it already is?" and that's the only answer I could come up with. I debated adding stitches connesting the two halves of the tongue but couldn't figure out how, so you're welcome. It will be present in all the upcoming drawings as well.

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The next one is bloody, but it's not that much worse than the previous one overall.

I was playing with filters after I was done with this piece, because I felt like it lacked something, but didn't know what. Really liked this one, I think it's some sort of a gradient map. It pixelised the image and adjusted the colours a bit, it also really made the blood pop out, though it covered up some of the details.

Why did he lose his hat? It's stupid and hard to draw.

You may have noticed the artstyle change a little, the previous images having neat lineart and little to no shading. That's because I am using different tools, sketchy and soft brushes, that allow me to experiment with lighting and textures more (plus the aforementioned filter altering the image even further).

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Alright, I feel like this last image deserves a separate warning. It references episode 12 (spoiler ahead), specifically the moment before the bartender loses a hand, though it's not entirely accurate. It's rendered in more detail than any of the previous images, so keep that in mind before scrolling down.

Basically it's pov: Bonzo licks your hand.

I feel like I could've made his tongue bigger in this one, it seems kinda small compared to his mouth. I really like how the skin on his face ended up looking. It took a lot of work.

The spit makes it look weirdly sexual, doesn't it? Listen, that was not my intention, but I'm not erasing it. I set out to make the worst thing I could and, though not without cost, I have achieved it.

I tried splattering Bonzo in blood, but it wasn't really working for me and it covered up a lot of the detail I liked, so I just put it in the background.

The human hand is drawn from reference, which I found by googling "hand reaching out away from the viewer". And let me tell you: google is shit at looking for drawing references, but I figured it was just going to be a sketch to explore an idea, so I didn't bother trying to get a better one. And then I fixated on it for a couple hours, you know, like a normal person.

I literally (and I mean no exaggeration) dusted off my drawing tablet after a few months of no use to spend the entire weekend, after tmagp 12 came out, glued to the screen making those images, except for the b'onzo one, which I made this evening.

Just to clarify: I drew all of those by myself. No filthy AI image generation is allowed in this house. I am capable of committing far greater sins than an artificial intelligence ever will.

The only thing left here is to extend my sincere congratulations/condolences to whoever got this far. It's up to you to either think you're brave or realise that you're foolish for doing so, but be comforted by the fact that at least you didn't make this post, which I cannot say for myself.

[pompompurinisthecutest]

kny characters with a s/o that as darker skin

We go back to Japan where you know is rare seeing people with darker skin so you often get amused,weird looks let's see how kny characters will react

SANEMI

•he doesn't really care about your skin colour he finds you beutiful

•if you get weird looks he will give the most deadly look to the person that gave you a dirty look

•he is actually impressed by how you do your hair is ego is to big to ask "can you teach me how you do your hair "

•he finds you very very unique like the most special person

•she would so many questions about your culture

•she wants to cook food from your culture

•she is inlove with how your hair looks

•she already get weird or amused looks so you both get looks

•she will shampoo your hair and fell in love with the texture and yes she always do your hair after she knows how to do it

•he will stare sometimes into your souls and you will see the tiniest blush (he is memorising your features)

•when you change your hair he will turn a robot and be like " i like your hair today"

•if you get weird stares he will look at the person face with that face of is "😶"

•he always wanna learn more about your culture

•HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOUR HAIR would play with it for hours

•i feel like he would stare into your soul and admire your features while having a bit of blush and a sweet small smile

•nah but if someone says something negative or racist he will say the most brutal insult you have ever heard while he says it like it's nothing and with a straight face..

•if you change your hair he will be like 🧐 "Who are you again?" Just jk🤭

+CROW

•believe it or not if you have curly hair she will turn it into a nest

•it took her a long while to warm up to you

•he loves you for who you are

• imagine you change your hair style maybe to locks or box braids or whatever and he screams "YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY TODAY Y/N"

•if you get weird looks he will look at you and hold your hand (crying)

• she talks to giyuu of how amazing you are and if giyuu doesn't say anything shinobu will give that look 🙂 "tomioka-san don't you have anything to say about y/n"

•if someone give you looks she will just you... know that creepy beutiful smile of hers and they run away

•she really like how you change your hair

•he loves you

•if a cult member look at you the wrong way bye bye

•he dresses you in the most fancy outfits you ever imagined

•once he saw you in box braids for the first time he became obsessed and asked the cult members to do his hair like that (they failed*

•treat you like a princess

My bbg genya

•he will blush at every time you change your hairstyle or cook food from your culture

•he will curse all the alphabet if someone look at you the wrong way

•one time zenitsu tried to rizz you up and he may said sm a bit racist he never spoke to you again and he had a black eye 👀 and he was bald for some reason GENYAWORK

• man once tried to compliment you he turned into a red statue he was breathing so heavily that he fainted

AS A BLACK PERSON THIS IS MORE BASED ON HAIR AND THE CULTURE LIKE CURLY HAIR OR THE BEUTIFUL SKIN COLOUR BUT HONESTLY THIS IF FOR EVERYONE