#i want to work for a studio SO bad i'm really passionate about it

[vikkirosko]

Hello! Can I request Angel Dust and Lucifer (and any other character if you want to) with fashion designer sinner S/o who is in love with their aesthetic and likes to make clothes for them. Reader likes making surprises for special days and they make some clothing peaces for them as a gift. + I can especially imagine Lucifer and reader together designing something with rubber ducks on it (I've wrote this request in the middle of the night so I'm sorry for any mistakes) Thank you!

Headcanons Designer

🕷 Angel Dust x sinner!Reader 💖

You met Angel when he was leaving the studio. You were dating Velvette that day and you had a big fight. However, all your bad mood evaporated when you saw him. You literally fell in love with his aesthetics and you came up with a huge number of designs that you could make inspired by his image. You immediately approached him and offered him a small job for a fee. Over time, your business relationship turned into a friendly one, and then into a romantic one

Angel was flattered that he was an inspiration to you. When you were working, he often kept you company. There was always soft music playing in your sewing workshop, it smelled nice, and no one came into your office without getting permission from you. Angel could relax, appreciate the sketch you showed him, or just spend time with you. He often hugged you from behind, watched your work with interest, and sometimes distracted you from work by kissing you and pulling you away from your desk

On special days, for example, when you successfully completed work on a collection of clothes, you gave Angel small gifts. It was a few pieces of clothing. It could have been a jacket, hat, gloves, shirt or something else. You always gave several items, trying to combine them in style and match the style that he liked. Angel liked your gifts and often wore them, especially when you invited him to the shows of your new collections

Angel liked you and he liked your relationship. You were passionate about your work, but you were kind, caring and attentive. You were genuinely worried about him and wanted to help him, but so far you haven't had that opportunity. But together you set out to come up with a plan to wrest his soul from the Valentino's clutches

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x sinner!Reader 🐍

Lucifer rarely interacted with sinners, but you were, in a sense, an exception. Charlie introduced you to him. You were a fashion designer and his daughter liked the clothes you made. Lucifer, deciding to make a joke, said that he was also a designer of some kind and showed you a rubber duck that he had created. Charlie felt awkward, but to her surprise, you really liked the rubber duck, and moreover, you wanted to do something inspired by Lucifer and his creations

You really liked Lucifer's aesthetics, as you often told him. When you started dating, you often began to share with them the sketches that you did. Some of them were inspired by him and you were proud of how well they turned out. Lucifer was happy to help you by giving you honest feedback about your sketches

On one of your important dates, you said you had a surprise for him. This surprise turned out to be several pieces of clothing for him that you made yourself. You made them especially for Lucifer, and the main theme was the rubber ducks that he created. Lucifer was touched by your gift, and the cuter part of it was the little rubber duck costume

Lucifer enjoyed spending time with you. You were both creative people and shared with each other the different creations that you created. When he started living at the hotel, you were happy to offer your help, including making clothes for the hotel staff and maybe even starting to live there yourself. It was enough for Lucifer to just spend time with you, regardless of whether you were doing something for work or you were just relaxing together

[togglesbloggle]

In Defense of Bad Things

'Bad' here meaning mostly 'amateur'; stuff made enthusiastically by people at an unprofessional level. Art with visible gaps between what the artist imagined and what they achieved, products of flawed craftsmanship. I suppose everybody can appreciate them to some extent, it's a rare parent that doesn't put up their kid's drawings on the fridge in one way or another. But it turns out to be a fully general skill you can cultivate, and the more I do, the more I'm glad I did.

Partly, it's the teacher thing; finding delight in amateur work is one of the ways to find delight in the process of learning. Cultivating a love of striving-qua-striving can help make you a force for good in the world, as people start to feel safe trying to do things when you're around, even when their efforts are wobbly. You get to participate a little more in the process of atoms spinning themselves into ideas, even when there aren't any illusions about whether you're helping cultivate some revolutionary genius in the field.

And partly it's a fabulous way to build community. By necessity, our professional-level skills tend to be at the service of other people, performed for economic benefit; that's kind of how you get professionally good at something in the first place. When we're acting for our own sake, and among friends, most of what we do with one another is amateurish. I only cook middling-okay, I can't hold a tune that well, I'll never be a speed runner for anything. If you can only enjoy singing from the hundred best singers in the whole world, manufactured and polished by major studios, then you and your friends will sit shoulder-to-shoulder and passively listen to music. But it's so much richer an experience to sit face-to-face, actually singing together, even badly; you expose yourself to so many new ways to appreciate and respect one another, building relationships on what you've accomplished and not just by witty criticism or liking the same things.

And partly it's because some of the most powerful and innovative artistic experiences are in high-churn environments with low expectations and low barriers to entry, if only because those catch the passionate and driven young people that have been otherwise overlooked by our systems. The golden age of webcomics meant that a ton of the actual art involved was pretty lousy, but it also produced work that people still talk about today. D&D began as a profoundly unpolished collection of handmade rulebooks sold at cons in a plastic baggie. By the time these products of enthusiastic amateurs filter themselves through various levels of popularity and absorb mainstream cash influx, they're often risk-averse and missing a lot of the bold spark that inspired their fans in the first place; others will simply never drift towards the mainstream at all. I'm not saying you should be the person who goes out to dig through the slush piles of the internet looking for overlooked art, unless you want to be-- but sometimes a work of actual staggering genius also happens to be a Supernatural fanfic by a first-time author who's a little hazy on commas, and if that's a dealbreaker, you're going to miss out on some profoundly valuable experiences.

And hiding behind all of these things is, like...

Our appreciation of beauty has an odd structure, right? When things are done very skillfully, by brilliant artists with years of training, we can usually appreciate those accomplishments. And when we're looking at nature without human influence, and especially when we think very deeply about natural processes and understand them in context, we often rediscover that sense of beauty. There's just this bizarre hole in the middle where we declare things 'ugly'; as if a little skill is worse than none at all.

I really don't trust that gap. It feels like a trick my brain is playing on me, you know? It has me suspicious that a lot of what I consider 'ugly' or 'bad' is not a very direct experience of the world at all, or an informed judgment. That it is, rather, a declaration of (self-, social-) identity; a desire to be seen as a person of good taste, or as somebody who does things well, or just more primitively as one of the monkeys who is in the good-stuff-tribe and not one of the monkeys who is in the bad-stuff-tribe.

[forbebeandjam]

Hey!

So how about some kind of fluff maybe also some angst with Bada who has a girlfriend who’s like really weak (maybe some chronic illness) and also has back problems that affect her daily life, but still decides to dance.

maybe that reader is practicing some dance and kind of like overworks her self and passes out in front of bada.

you can also add maybe Bada being a bit mad at reader for not listening to her body and stuff.

Thank you!

(you can ignore this if you don’t write this kind of stuff :p)

Secret Pain | Bada Lee x Reader | fluff, angst

Summary: You bite your suffering from your girlfriend to make things easier for her.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I’m back!! I’m so happy to write again. Work has been killing me but I’m surviving. I’ll try to write more but for now I hope this isn’t too bad. Love you all🤍

~🤍~

"Five. Six. Seven. Eight!" you followed the dance count.  

It had been three years since you first started dating the wonderful dancer teaching the class. She was the definition of perfection to you. Tall, beautiful, kind, and funny. You loved taking her classes. 

The way the passion shined in her eyes was like medicine for you. A medicine no doctor could ever give you. You have been keeping this a secret from her as well. 

You were sick. You had a chronic bone illness that limited you to certain harsh activities like... dancing. Yeah, you hated it but then you met Bada. She made you want to dance. The fiery passion in her eyes would drive you crazy. 

At first, she was just a good friend, but you two started to notice that the feelings were more than just a friendship. Bada would always call you and ask you to go with her to the dance studio. 

You were there when she became a big choreographer, when she struggled with her confidence, and even when she bought her first studio. Every day she would remind you of how special you were to her.  And she was special to you as well but you decided that there was no reason to tell her about your illness. 

"You did really good, baby! You're getting better each day," she said as she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your cheek. 

"Thank you," you said as you tried to catch your breath. 

"Are you okay? You are way more out of breath than normal," she asked as she took a look at you face. You tried to look away. 

"yeah, I think I'm catching a cold. My body hurts," You said. And it wasn't a lie. Your bones were aching. You wanted to go home to your secret medicine stash and make the pain go away. 

"Oh, we should go home then. Girls, I'm leaving early today. See you tomorrow, okay?" she said to her teammates. They all waved goodbye and you both headed to your shared home. 

"Babe, I'm gonna make some soup and tea for you," she said as soon as you walked through the door. 

"Sounds good. I'm gonna go take some medicine for the cold," you announced and headed to the room. You took your indicated medicine and sighed. You were sprawled on the bed waiting for the medicine to kick in but the pain was almost unbearable. 

At that moment, you realized you might have to tell Bada sooner or later about this. You didn't want to scare her or leave her at any student moment without her knowing. You closed your eyes and tried to calm your body. That's when a plan came into your head.

You stood up and walked towards the kitchen. The aura was cozy. The house smelled like fresh eucalyptus and peppermint. The lights in the living room were slightly dimmed and there was candles lit in the center of the coffee table. 

She was dipping the tea bag into the mug with steaming water as you walked to her. She flashed you a soft smile but it faded when she saw your face. 

"Baby, your face is pale. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" she asked and you nodded with a sigh. 

"I am simply tired. I'm sure if I eat and rest I will be fine," you said and she agreed. 

You sipped on your tea while she placed a bowl of warm soup in front of you and sat down. 

"You're not eating?" you asked and she shook her head. 

"I already had a bite when you were in the room and I want you to eat. I like watching you," she said. You giggled and started to cool down the soup on the soop before directing it to your mouth. 

"I wanted to suggest something," you said and she gave you that warm smile as she widened her eyes in excitement. 

You loved talking to her. To Bada, your voice was like the most satisfying thing. She could hear you talk for hours without saying a word. She would just look at you with those enchanting eyes and a dumish smile. 

"So, I know you've been crazy busy with work and everything else. We barely have time for a real date so I was thinking that you and I could go on a date tomorrow. We spend the morning going to our favorite places and just having fun. Then we can go to dance classes and and the day with a romantic dinner," you said as you pushed the soup to the side. You'd tell her about your illness during the dinner.

Her eyes lit up in excitement and you could feel yourself fall her all over again. She was more comforting than the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. More loving than the sweet harmony of a love song. 

"That is a great idea, love. I'll make a reservation in our favorite restaurant. Why don't you go to rest?" She said and you nodded. You were urged to take a warm shower and get under the covers so you did. 

As you lay in bed, millions of thoughts circle your mind. You didn't even notice Bada enter the room, shower, and dry her hair. That was until she wrapped her arms around your torso pulling you into her warm embrace. 

"Sleep well, baby," she whispered into your ear. You smiled and let her warmth wrap you as you drifted off to sleep. 

-

The following morning you work up earlier than Bada. You took your meds and got ready for the day. She woke up right after you and changed into her clothes. Her outfit consisted of a pair of flowy pants and a cropped tank top. 

She wrapped her air into a bun and added a cap. She tied her sweater around her waist and added jewelry to finish her look. 

You put on your acid-washed jeans, a tank top, and a large pink zip-up hoodie. As you were both walking out of the house, she gave you a peck on the lips, knowing that she couldn't show that kind of affection in the streets of Seoul. 

You smiled and hugged her tightly. You two started going to her car and drove to a breakfast place. She ordered breakfast and then drove to the park from your first date. You two ate breakfast, took a walk, and played around on the slides and swings. 

Then, you went to the movies and watched your favorite rom-com. The day was filled with your laughs and giggles. Bada adored your smile. She said if she could fame it on every frame of the house she would. 

Lastly, you went to grab a bite before dance classes. You felt a bit tired and had a small headache. You saw Bada placing the order and she turned to you to flash you a small eyesmile. Your heart felt warm but the sudden action but then you remembered. 

Bada would have to live without you one day. One day not too far since you couldn't seem to care for your body. You started to tear up and bit your lip. A sad mood took over you and you started to forget how to breathe. You looked around and saw Bada rushing to you. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" she said as she cupped your face. 

"Oh, no... it's nothing. I'm sorry. I was thinking about something sad," you said as you wiped your tears and smiled. 

"Are you sure?" she asked and you nodded. She walked back to the cashier and paid for the food. 

She didn't ask any further questions when you became the same bubbly person you always were. 

So you went to dance classes. By this time you felt completely exhausted but you brushed it off, knowing that you would get to go to a romantic dinner with your favorite person after all. you removed your hoodie and tried to warm up but your bones could not resist the pain. 

You sighed and stepped at the back. Bada's eyes seemed to be glued on you and you just flashed her a smile. She started teaching the routine and you followed it to the best of your ability. The class was almost over and by this time, your breathing was more hitched. 

You rested your hands on your knees and tried to breathe. The pain was killing you but you didn't want to cut your evening short. You thought you could resist but when you got back up, your vision became blurry and your body abruptly hit the floor. 

-

As your vision adjusted to the light in the room, you could hear a steady beep. 

'Not the hospital again,' you thought. 

You opened your eyes to find Bada holding your hand with a worried expression. Your eyes watered when you saw her and she shook her head. 

"It's okay. Please don't cry. It will all be alright," you said as you sat up. and kissed her hand. 

She nodded. The doctor came into the room. 

"I gave you stronger medicine but... you need to take better care, okay? You know this will get worse over time if you aren't doing what you're supposed to and taking your medicine at the right hours. I gave you some exercises you can do and your limitations," he handed you the sheet and you nodded. 

"Now, as for restrictions. Only one thirty minutes to an hour of dancing and no harsh workouts. You can go out for walks, not runs. Try to eat lots of green and bone broth. It's all in there. We want you to get better. You can get better but you need to follow my instructions. You can go now," The doctor said. You nodded and he left the room. 

Bada was sitting in the chair looking away. You could see a mixture of sadness and anger in her face. You felt bad for hiding this from her so you took her hand in yours and she turned to look at you. 

"What's going on, Y/N?" she asked with a broken voice. 

Your heart almost broke when you realized how much pain she was currently in. The amount of pain you caused her. Your eyes teared up to see her watery eyes. You had made her worry countless times before and you regretted everything. 

"I am sick. My bones are weak and I take medication. I have restrictions and such but I never follow them. Many doctors told me that there was no cure and that I should just enjoy my life to the fullest so I tried to but it was hard," you paused feeling your throat close up. 

"That was until I met you.  You looked as beautiful as ever. You were sweet and passionate about everything you did and, how could I not love you? I tried to push you away many times for fear that I might end up hurting you. All I wanted to do was spend my last days with you since I have no one else to live for. I love you. I am so sorry," you said as she wiped her tears away. 

"Please promise me that you will never hide things away from me. I want to be part of every single thing in your life. I want to care for you and cheer you up when you need it," she said. 

"But..." You were about to protest when she kissed your lips. 

"Promise me, please?" she said. You were so confused and your head was in the clouds due to that kiss that all you could do was nod with a shy smile. 

From that day on, Bada made sure to always take care of you. She limited your dance time but still made sure you had an amazing time while you were at the studio. She helped you with your workouts, made your favorite foods, and always ensured you had a shoulder to cry on. She made sure you were never, ever alone.

Thank you for reading🩵

[bigbadvoxbox]

Helllooo! I'm back with another ask

I was thinking a vox getting jealous because Valentino was being Valentino and flirting with (fem) reader and vox marking her up or something like that to just prove that reader is only his- sorry if this sounds confusing lol if it ain't coherent feel free to delete, hope u have a nice day tho!!

-🎶

I love this! I wish bad violent things on Valentino so getting to write him getting rejected and shit will be fun!

warnings: nsfw. possessive sex. also unprotected sex, which u shouldn't do. semi-public/public sex (in a limo). also valentino exists in this. i hate valentino, so im gonna warn u that he's even here. fuck u valentino. marking + biting. vox has kinda like an ownership (?) kink idk what the word is but he likes the concept of you belonging to him. also warning for valentino being a gross pervy scumbag who flirts with anything with a hole.

- It was meant to just be a quick drop by with Vox, as he had to quickly stop by Valentino's studio for a quick discussion. This was your first time actually meeting the infamous Valentino. Vox had never really wanted you to meet him, for reasons unknown, but today he had no choice but to bring you along to his brief meeting.

- It went exactly like he was dreading it would.

- "Where you been hiding this little chula, huh?" Valentino asked, taking the back of your hand, and planting what started off as a light kiss, but very quickly became a long lick, leaving you feeling confused, as well as a bit mortified.

- Vox was very quick to take a step between the two of you, his eye twitching as he tried his best to keep that smile on his face, needing to keep up his stupid little act of respect so that this obnoxious bastard of a man wouldn't throw a tantrum. Valentino has power that Vox can use, so he can't just yet show just how much he dislikes the moth-demon.

- The rest of that quick little chat felt like eternity, and Vox could not WAIT to get the fuck out of those studios. Hell, he was considering fucking the shit out of you right then and there just to show Valentino that he needs to fuck off. He wouldn't outright say anything, but he sure as shit would show Valentino who you belong to.

- You barely got out of the studio and back into Vox's limo when he pounced on you.

- "That prick. He needs to learn to keep his hands off what isn't his." he grumbled to himself as he made quick work of laying you back against the seat, hovering over you. Within no time, your neck was littered with marks and bites, Vox making an effort to make them as visible as possible. Bright and clear enough for even Valentino's blind ass to see.

- Pure jealousy was fuelling him at that moment, as well as possessiveness. He was gonna make sure no other lowlife fucker ever DARED to even think about touching you ever again. That was his job alone. You were HIS girl.

- Part of him considered leaving his name on you somewhere, somehow, but no. That could wait. It would be too rash a decision right now, he should wait until you could both decide on such a thing together when you were thinking clearly. He didn't know if you'd be okay with that, so he decided against it, but the thought definitely lingered in the back of his mind.

- While his hands trailed all over your body, touching and groping everywhere, feeling what's HIS, he revelled in the feeling of your hands on his body too. He knew you only had eyes for him, and that you were just as irritated by Valentino's actions as he was. That only spurred him on, and next thing you knew, the two of you were barely even clothed in the back of his limo.

- Vox had you practically in every position in the back of that limo. At first, he was hovering over you, and it was sweet, close, passionate, then, he turned you two around so he was drilling into you from behind, rough, sinful, and messy. He liked this position, it gave him the perfect view of your bodies joining together as he gripped your hips, while you gripped the car door for stability, your shared heavy breaths fogging up the windows.

- Finally, he had you in his lap, riding him. He sat up, your chests pressing together as he took this opportunity, so close to you, to leave deeper bites and marks, now extending from your neck to your jaw and shoulders, even low enough to your tits.

- The limo was definitely shaking.

- After a couple rounds, you both decided you had made enough of a mess for one day, and had successfully gotten both of your frustrations out of your systems.

- A knock at the limo window caught Vox's attention, and he rolled the tinted windows down a tad, quickly covering you with his shirt. It was Valentino on the other side.

- "You've been parked out here for a while. Thought you were busy?" he said in a snarky tone. Vox couldn't help but smirk slightly, quickly looking for your approval, before rolling the window down a tad more, exposing the mess you two had made, as well as you, now only covered by Vox's shirt, which thankfully covered enough, only leaving you exposed from the collarbones up and the thighs down, but left just enough on display for Valentino to very clearly see the art gallery of hickeys and bite marks that littered your body.

- "We were busy."

[dudadragneel]

Hey guys it's me!

How are you?

I'm back with another original of mine!

I hope you'll enjoy!

And stay tuned! There's a really long fic coming up soon 👀

Spending the night in the bathroom because he got food poisoning

KEEPING HIM COMPANY

Goddamn these hectic schedules and how they affected the members' health.

They were on vacation, finally, and Chan, like always, would spend time with you and then would take you to Australia to stay with his family.

So far the perfect planning for a much-awaited vacation. But things went wrong on day one.

You decided to spend part of the day out and eat lunch at a newly-opened restaurant.

Good decision?

It would later be proved to not have been.

The food tasted delicious and it was quite the generous serving and you both knew the boys would love it if they were there.

You two talked about what you'd like to do while he was in vacation, like dates, romantic nights, trips etc.

Everything was going well, until it wasn't.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Chan was feeling under the weather, which was weird because he was feeling perfectly fine a few hours before.

He had cold sweats and his stomach was churning and gurgling loudly. It was burning and it felt heavy. Yes, he did eat a lot, but it was a different kind of heavy, he felt bloated. Not only felt, it was quite visible.

You were lying down on the bed, watching some series and you noticed Chan was restless, he kept moving and even hissing from time to time.

- Love? Are you okay?

- Yeah...it's just my stomach...it feels weird.

- Weird how?

- I don't know, maybe indigestion? It's kind of burning.

- Well, you ate a lot so it could be. I can make you some tea or do you want some medicine?

- I'm not sure medication is a good idea right now. I'll take the tea.

- Okay.

You left the bedroom to get him some tea to help with the burning sensation in his stomach and hopefully help it digest the food.

When you got back, Chan was curled up, looking like a baby kangaroo.

- Hey~ here's the tea. I didn't add any sugar so it might be a little bitter.

- Thanks... ugh- yeah, that's definitely bitter.

He added, making a disgusted face, earning a laugh from you and then smiling at you fondly.

The tea helped a little, at least in the beginning.

But what was going on inside his body was worse than just indigestion and he'd find that out pretty soon.

⏳

Despite being on vacation you still had one more thing to work on before you were 100% free, so you took you computer to bed and lay down next to Chan with him curling up one more time. Something was making him feel uncomfortable and you knew it wasn't just a simple case of indigestion.

As he was leaning on your shoulder, you started to rub his arm and then stroke his curly hair while he tried his best to focus on you working and ignore the increasing discomfort in his stomach.

He loved to see you so passionate abou your work, just like you did with him, with the countless times you stayed with him in his studio.

But no matter how much he tried, his stomach was in absolute shambles and burning. The awful sensation was growing stronger by the minute and he gave up on trying to deal with it on his own.

- Babe...

- Hmm? What is it?

- Can you rub my stomach? It's hurting really bad...

- Of course, honey. But don't you wanna go to the bathroom?

- No, at least not now.

- Okay, then. Come here.

You put you computer to the side and put another series on TV again while he lay down on your lap.

You started to rub his stomach up and down, and you could feel it rumbling under your touch, as well as how bloated it was.

Chan's expression would turn into one of pain and discomfort every now and then, but he was enjoying the feeling of your hand.

He had one of his hands buried under your thighs because that brought some sort of comfort for him.

But as you kept rubbing his stomach, it let out a loud gurgling noise and Chan unconsciously gripped your thighs and clenched his other hand.

Something was starting to move up inside of him and he could already feel the foul taste in his mouth.

- Honey, can you stop for a while? I'm gonna throw up-

He said covering his mouth to suppress a gag, quickly getting up from the bed and dashing to the bathroom with you following close behind.

He almost didn't make it to the toilet before vomit escaped through his fingers, the lunch he had coming back in disgusting undigested chunks.

- Oh god.

You stood next to him and started rubbing his back which was heaving under your hand, and for some reason felt a little hot.

He kept on retching until more vomit came out, a little thicker this time hurting his throat on the process.

- Oh baby. You're doing good.

You reassured patting his back and kissing the top of his head.

- It feels horrible....

- Do you think it was the food?

- Maybe...we had different dishes-

The sheer mention of food triggered his stomach again, sending more content up.

- There we go, just let it out.

After a few minutes he was left dry heaving and coughing.

- Do you feel any better?

- Not much. It still feels heavy.

- And the nausea?

- It's still here but less annoying.

- That's good enough. Why don't you take a shower? Maybe you'll feel a little better.

- Okay.

- I'll bring you some clothes.

- Thank you.

The shower although good, didn't really help with his situation. The cramps continued, the nausea kept coming and going, exactly like waves. He actually had to bend over the drain a few times but nothing really came up.

He thought that after throwing up he'd feel better but he kept on gagging, so he knew by now this could pretty much be a case of food poisoning.

And he'd soon find out he was right, unfortunately.

Finishing his bath, he was feeling more tired than before and hot, even if he'd just taken a cold shower.

You had gotten the bed ready while he was showering and was waiting for him to join you.

- Did the shower help?

- Not that much... I kept gagging all the time.

- Did you throw up again?

- No, but I'm still nauseous.

- Wanna try some medicine now?

- Yeah.

You gave him a gel capsule of an antiemetic and he gagged when it went down but thankfully it didn't come back up.

He cuddled on you, blanket covering his slightly shivering body and you proceeded to stroke his hair again, playing with it's curls and tracing patterns on his face, noticing it felt a bit hot to the touch.

- Honey, you're a little hot.

- Yeah, I noticed that when I walked out of the shower and I do feel a bit cold, actually.

- Lemme check it. 37.5°C. That's a low grade fever but I don't think it's anything to worry about now. But if it gets higher then you probably got food poisoning.

- I hope not.

- Want something to eat? Soup? Anything?

- I don't know if I can keep anything down but I'm also a bit hungry...

- I'll make something really quick. You don't need to eat everything just a bit okay?

- Okay.

You prepared him some light snacks, which he managed to eat a good amount and it did sit well with his stomach. And then he lay down on your chest again.

You went back to stroking his hair while he gently caressed your thigh and within a few minutes you were both fast asleep.

But the peace didn't last long.

⏳

About 1h30 into the night, Chan broke in cold sweats, his stomach was gurgling again and doing flips, he could feel the contents sloshing around. He tried to change his position but it didn't work.

The nausea he was feeling earlier had gotten really worse and his mouth started salivating. He was shivering which indicated the fever probably got higher.

Something started to creep up his chest and it felt like a burp but when he tried to let it out, he was betrayed by his body as it brought up a little amount of acid liquid. He knew he was gonna throw up sooner rather than later and he didn't want to bother you, so he quietly got out of the bed, suppressing a gag triggered by the sudden movement and locked himself in the bathroom.

⏳

He bent over the toilet but still tried his best to hold it because he knew that the sound would wake you up, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.

Leaving his mouth open, he started off only gagging unproductively and making as little noise as possible.

His body kept rocking back and forth and he was swallowing hard everytime, still trying to prevent himself from throwing up.

But his body really needed to get that out and it didn't matter what he wanted.

His stomach contracted making him gag one more time but he insisted on not vomiting and swallowed it back, but that proved to be a wrong move.

He ended up choking and that triggered a coughing fit which brought out his dinner, splattering in the toilet.

At the moment, he heard you calling out his name.

Shit!

He thought to himself, he knew you were tired and really didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night.

- Babe?

You called sitting up on the bed, taking a few seconds to properly wake up and then you heard a retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

- babe? Are you okay?

You asked with a worried voice getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

When you opened the door, Chan was throwing up one more time and you rushed to his side, sitting on the bathtub and started rubbing his back.

- Oh honey...why didn't you call me?

- I didn't want to wake you up.

- Please don't worry about me...

You said, voice sounding concerned with a tiny tone of annoyance.

He coughed up another thick bout that came out of his nose making him choke and gag productively again.

- Oh my dear. That's it, just let it out. You're doing good.

When the next wave came out he ended up swaying forward and you quickly reached out to hold his forehead and noticed it was burning, compared to before.

- Babe, you're running a fever. This is looking like food poisoning.

You said with a worried and sad expression on your face, knowing how the next few hours and days would go by.

- Lemme check it.

You placed the thermometer under his armpit and helped him hold it there.

The numbers were almost alarmingly high, 38.9°C.

- Babe, what else are you feeling?

Chan rested his head on his arm, not really trusting himself to get his face away from the toilet.

- Dizzy, cold, sweating and nauseous.

- From the looks of it, it's definitely food poisoning...

- That's just great...

He said with a sarcastic tone and burying his face in his arm.

- I'll get you some water okay?

He just nodded, gulping down the awful taste in his mouth.

You came back with a bottle of cold water and handed it to him, while sitting back on the edge of the bathtub.

He took a few sips and rested his head on his arm again. You kept rubbing his back and stroking his hair, trying to comfort him.

But his stomach protested against those small sips of water and within a few seconds, it came right back up not giving him time to even change his position.

- Oh honey...

You cooed still rubbing his back again and yawning a bit. But oh boy was that a mistake. He loathed the idea that he cut your sleep short and your yawn just added to that.

- Honey, you can go back to bed, I'll be fine.

- No, Babe, I'm okay, don't worry about me.

- But you're tired, please. I want you to rest.

- Chan, I won't be able to rest knowing that you're sick and puking your guts out.

He chuckled at the last sentence but he was still sad that you were denying good hours of sleep to stay with him.

And again, his stomach was just determined to make him suffer and contracted strongly sending up a thick stream of vomit that soiled the entire inner part of the toilet. Neither the sound nor the sight were exactly pleasant.

After he threw up one more time, you knew for sure it would be a long night and Chan wouldn't be out of the bathroom anytime soon. And you wouldn't leave his side, because although he always wanted to deal with things on his own, deep down inside he subconsciously wanted comfort and he always found that when he was with you.

So you considered all the options and decided to camp out in the bathroom.

- Honey, wait here just a moment.

You went back into the bedroom and got a few blankets and pillows and came back, then organized them on the floor so you could make the spot as comfy as possible.

- What are you doing?

He asked with a raspy voice and a tiny smile.

- Well...you've got food poisoning and I don't think you're leaving this bathroom anytime soon and I won't leave you in here alone so..... we'll "sleep" here.

You answered him with a smile and laughing a little bit, trying to lift the mood.

- I'm sorry for making you do this....but thanks.

Chan said leaning on you and closing his eyes, trying to enjoy the moment of peace his stomach allowed him.

- You're welcome, honey.

⏳

The night was indeed long like you predicted with Chan vomiting more times than you could count and only getting enough sleep. His fever kept oscillating and in-between rounds of vomiting you managed to help him take at least two baths.

When morning rose, both of you were completely exhausted and if any of the boys were to show up at your house, they'd probably be scared because you had a complexion just like Samara's.

But by that time, Chan was feeling a little better or at least well enough to stay in the bedroom with a bucket instead of the cold floor of the bathroom.

You made him breakfast, which he managed to keep down until lunch but then it started again, after all it was food poisoning, just one night of continuous vomiting wouldn't do the trick.

After about 4 days, Chan felt like all the life had been sucked out of him but you made sure he ate every single meal that you made him to regain what he'd lost.

And he made sure you were pampered like you deserved after going through so many sleepless nights with him.

[hurpdurpburps]

Astoria: Fate's Kiss Is Getting Re-released On 25 July, Here Are Some Things You Should Keep In Mind

Most people don't know it (until now I guess), but I'm the founder of, and have been running the @ls-salvation-squad project since Christmas 2021. I hardly interact with the LS community outside of the project server in a personal capacity as I've largely left the fandom around 6 months before the announcement of the app's closure.

I was pretty late to the game (pun intended), having only learnt about the app in 2020, but managed to be around for 'milestone events' such as the writers' strike and the DMCA rampage on YouTube/tumblr. Thanks to certain friends and technology, I've also had privileged access to a quasi-'insider look' into Voltage's workings (and failings) as a studio, both in real time and through secondhand horror stories of the past.

This culmination of experiences has spurred me to make my first, and last, personal opinion piece regarding LS on tumblr, a corner of the community that I haven't really interacted much with.

While I understand the sheer joy, relief and excitement that comes with revived, legal access to some of the most impressive, unapologetically queer stories to have ever graced the internet, I want to point out the ugly truths that are intertwined with the revival of this troubled app:

Buying the game =/= supporting the creators. Not a cent of your money goes towards them. Even when Voltage USA used to be a thing, barely any of it went towards the employees in general either. The writers were paid 3 cents/word, and producers were working twice as hard but only paid around half of their counterparts in other companies. AFAIK the artists have kept quiet but it would be more of a surprise if they were treated any better than their peers.

Buying the game =/= supporting queer content/community. This might come as a shocker, but homophobia ran rampant within Voltage's management. The best evidence of this can be found in their history of 'peculiar' business or creative decisions - and they've made a fuckton of bad choices. Fun fact; the first queer routes were only made possible via sheer force of will of a particular producer. I'm not at liberty to share the nitty gritty on this public platform as the stories aren't mine, but maybe if you asked some of the former staff nicely, they might give you cryptic hints.

You're gonna be paying them a THIRD time. Many of us have already shelled out hundreds of dollars on heart choices - not once, but twice. Putting the whole version on Steam/Switch had always been a valid option from the beginning of the end, but they chose not to do it. Why? Because users scrambling to make bulk purchases of tickets and hearts to record routes as a last hurrah meant a last, fat cash-in. Not to mention the fact that they're selling the game at US$30 per series, for almost decade-old content, presumably without any new additions. At this point, throwing your hard earned money at them AGAIN is just rewarding scummy management and unscrupulous business models.

Do you really need to? Our team of around 100 archivists worked tirelessly in Q1 of 2022 to provide you high quality recordings of every single route. We've gone so far as to acquire recordings of pre-LS Voltage content such as Queen's Gambit and all of the soundtracks. We've put assets up for download. There are a dozen passionate creators out there who have been updating their Ren'Py recreations so that you can scratch your itch - and all for free!!! What more could you possible want or need that only the greedy bastards at Voltage can give you - apart from seeing your custom MC name on the screen and the absolutely inconsequential choices B & C that our videos didn't cover?

Is this a call for a boycott? I guess not really, or at least I didn't consciously set out to make it like this. Dissuading others from purchasing legal access to media when it's easily available goes against my general principle about responsibly and pragmatically supporting creators. And as one 'em Gays™, I know the preciousness of possessing Queer Stories Written By Queer People.

But I was concerned at what seemed to be a wave of happiness and eagerness at news of the revival, without any mention of the absolute shit show that has led us to this very point. There's a very big part of me that's absolutely pissed at being taken for a ride. News of the revival has been a bittersweet development for us all, especially those who have poured their time, money and energy over the past 2.5 years into salvaging what was thought to be a lost piece of queer media - only to find out that all that effort might only get them a slap to the face in the form of a DMCA from the grave. So yeah, fuck you Voltage.

TLDR: You should really save your money for more ethical, indie developers who have the decency to not mock your consumer intelligence. I don't think it's a crime against humanity if you end up buying it after all, but just think about it yeah?

[thefallennightmare]

Request for Jolly x Female Reader. Jolly develops a crush on a member of one of the support bands over the course of tour. Could be vocalist or instrumentalist. Or both. The band and Bad Omens eventually collab for a song on the Concrete Jungle OST and Jolly helps co-write a song with reader for her band’s new album. So they end up spending a lot of time together. Take it where ever you want to. Can’t wait to read!

You were a solo artist opening up for Bad Omens for the fall tour.

When the tour first got announced, Jolly and Noah reached out to you about collaborating with Bad Omens on a future song. They loved the softness of your voice as you sang with passion.

You didn't have much experience with writing your own songs since you were just starting out so Jolly offered to help you with writing the collab song.

You met him at his and Noah's home studio, nervous as hell because with what they already told you they were looking for with the new song, you didn't know how'd they take to the lyrics you did right.

"I'm all for constructive criticism," you said while handing Jolly your notebook. "I'm still learning but this was what I thought would work best for the song."

Jolly and Noah read over it together, both of them sharing a look.

"It's good," Noah said first.

"But we can tweak some things if you're cool with it," Jolly smiled.

You returned it. "You two are some of the best. I couldn't have asked for better teachers.

For the next few weeks, you worked with Jolly mostly on tightening up your lyrics and when it came to recording your part, he made sure he was there outside the booth to watch you.

The two of you had become incredibly close over the few weeks, and it was clear how he felt about you but you were too nervous to reciprocate those feelings for fear of ruining this collaboration/future tour. If things didn't work out, it would make things incredibly awkward.

"Can we redo that verse?" You asked Jolly. "I feel like it could be better."

"Of course, Karaste," he smiled, saying his nickname for you.

It made your cheeks burn just as it did the first time he called you it. It was an accident, a slip of his Swedish tongue but you loved it so you told him it could stay.

It was a late night in the studio so Jolly offered to walk you to your car but neither of you was ready to end the night yet.

"It's sounding really good," he praised.

"Thank you," you blushed. "I know there's a lot of hype with this upcoming deluxe album so I want to make sure it's perfect."

Jolly ran a hand over his beard, thinking deeply about something.

"What are you doing Friday night?"

"Oh, do you want another recording session?" You questioned.

Now he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was thinking maybe dinner. Me and You."

"As a date?" You couldn't hide the smile and neither could Jolly.

"If you're worried about ruining the collab or tour if things go bad, don't. We both can be professionals."

You took a step closer to him. "I think we'll be fine if we take things slow."

Something sparkled in his dark eyes, his hands finding your hips. "We'll take things as slow as you want, karaste."

[jessecrust]

We must stop being surprised

The studio that made one of the best games ever is currently imploding. ZA/UM, the studio that made Disco Elysium, is laying off 25% of their staff, including the last remaining credited writer for the hit video game. It's rare for a game to move me as much as Disco Elysium did, it's even rarer for the main creative forces who made the game to thank Karl Marx at their acceptance speech at The Game Awards. It is a breathtakingly beautiful and gorgeous work of art that made me laugh, slip into depression, cry, and smile so big my entire face hurt. After struggling through so many overlong, pretentious, AAA slogs like The Last of Us and God of War sequels, I never wanted to leave doomed Revochol. And it seems that, once again, the reward for surprise success and bringing something unique and wonderful into the world is misery and ruin.

The point of this is not really to document the facts of this sordid business, the legal battles, the documentary made about the studio, the drama, etc. All of that matters, and I'm sure others will cover it, but what matters to me about this is how unsurprising it is. We must stop being surprised that this keeps happening. We can no longer be surprised when the next surprise work of genius made by passionate, idiosyncratic people is slowly and fatally smothered by the financial criminals. There's a basic incongruity between creatives and financiers that, in the best of times, seems like a mutually beneficial relationship. But please understand that these soulless piles of money are all scorpions that will inevitably dig its stinger into your frog back the first chance it gets. Netflix was always going to charge you more to watch ads. The line on the graph must only go one way, the system proposes infinity in a finite world and tasks CEOs, HR departments, and mangers to make the impossible possible.

What I find the most grating is the inevitable reply: "profit is the only reason that these things exist". I truly wish I could experience life through the brain stem of the person who believes this. It must be fascinating to be so dull. Even worse, there's a non-zero chance that the person saying this has downloaded--for free--a PC mod for one of their favorite unoptimized, unprofitable to patch, forgotten games that fixed most of the major bugs and issues. The money, hustle, profit, business obsessed mind cannot comprehend the joy and pleasure of creation for its own sake. Nor, I suspect, can it comprehend art, preservation, aesthetics, history, etc.

I wanted to end this with the Jonas Salk quote about patenting the sun, so I looked it up to make sure I wasn't misremembering it: " There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?" And, sure enough, as if the universe reached out its fist to burying it into my gut, I stumble upon a Slate article titled "Jonas Salk: Good at Virology, Bad at Economics". The human race survived thousands of years without Economics, consultants, and private equity firms. If only we could go without them again.

[valentiyne]

𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗓𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Calum Hood x Fem!reader

Summary: You can’t resist his pull, and keep coming back to him no matter what. PART TWO HERE

Warnings: Mild cursing, Infidelity, mentions of explicit content.

Word count: 1.2k (not 100% proofread)

Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format. Was previously @/Talkfastromancee

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"I thought we agreed not to call before 2AM", I whisper into the phone, glancing behind me to see Luke's sleeping figure. His curly hair was pushed back, his lips parted as little beads of drool slip out. His arms lazily wrapped around Petunia as she snored just as loud as him.

"I need to see you, Y/n", his voice is hoarse, almost filled to the brim with desperation.

I bite my lip in response, looking over my shoulder once more before tightening the robe around my figure and slipping out of the bedroom.

"Calum, we both agreed we wouldn't do this anymore....".

When the familiar phone number popped up on my screen, it gave me a bittersweet feeling at the bottom of my stomach. I didn't want to answer, god forbid it- but the second I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand, I snatched it so quickly that it almost woke up Luke.

I sat cross legged on the couch, the same couch Luke had picked out excitedly when we moved in together all those years ago.

The same couch his best friend and I first began our affair on.

"I need you, Y/n. Please",

I could hear his deep breaths through the phone, and I could imagine him pacing around his room with his hand pulling at his curls- like I do. He knew better than I, that what we had done- what we were doing was wrong.

It started when Luke began working late nights at the studio during the release of his first album. Hours turned to days before altogether, I'd only see him whenever he came home early in the morning to grab extra clothes or food. Of course I never suspected him of being unfaithful, he was just passionate about his job. Calum had come over to keep me some company with a bottle of tequila. One thing led to another, the empty bottle now knocked over on the floor- along with our clothes.

We promised to never tell a soul, we were both drunk and didn't know what we were doing. At least that's what we told ourselves ten times after that too.

"I can't, I'm sorry...", I bite my lip and look at the wall of framed photographs on display. Numerous ones of the boys and I smiling ear to ear, almost taunting me like they all knew our secret. I peeled my eyes away and cleared my throat to speak,

"Does he know you call me when he sleeps?", Calum beats me to the chase in a monotone voice, sending chills down my spine.

"Calum sto-"

"Does he know the pictures that you keep?" He keeps going, not bothering to stop.

"I said stop, please", I'm practically begging now. Tears spilling from my eyes and rolling down to my chin. I wasn't sure if I was crying because of the guilt or because he was right- and I wanted him as bad right now as he wanted me.

Luke was growing suspicious, at least he never said anything for me to assume so. But I knew my boyfriend, the way his face would fall when he noticed Calum calling at all hours of the night or how I'd always be the topic of conversation at the studio. He wanted to believe that it was nothing but a mere friendship between his two favorite people, but it was deeper than he could even imagine.

"I'll be waiting, wear the red one", The phone disconnects and I'm left with the lock screen of Luke and I smiling like idiots looking back at me. I love Luke, I really do. We'd been together before their band even started up, standing by his side and being his number one supporter across the world. I stood by him through every chapter of his life, even through the cheating rumors and controversies. I loved Luke.

I bite my lip, looking at the time displayed on the phone screen- reading 1:57AM. I shouldn't go, I know it's wrong and unfaithful to my amazing boyfriend who laid asleep upstairs. Calum knew the hold Luke had on me, but the grip Calum had was stronger. The way our hugs would last too long, the way he'd ask me to step outside with him alone at parties- all of it. After a few minutes of contemplating, I finally tore myself up from the couch and crept back into the bedroom. Luke was now on his left side, holding petunia closer to him- probably deep down hoping it was me.

I sigh to myself as I slid the robe off my body, revealing the red lingerie that I was already wearing. I went to sleep in it, subconsciously hoping I'd receive his call. Stepping over it, I walk towards my dresser and dig around the bottom of it for the familiar texture.

Calum's hoodie reaches my grasp and I tug the oversized green material out, examining the embroidery on it before slipping it over my head. It reached down on my figure right before my knees, the smell of his overpriced cologne filled my nose causing my heart rate to increase drastically.

Empathy, Empathy. Empathy.

It was the only pair of his clothing he let me keep- begged me to keep, almost taunting me like the photographs on the walls. Calum loved the thrill of the chance that Luke comes across it in the bottom of my drawer, stashed away like our secret. He loved the way I squirmed upon his gaze in a room full of people, even more if I was in Luke arms. I rid myself of my tormenting thoughts before shoving my phone in the front pocket and bending down to put on a pair of Luke's basketball shorts that he took off before bed. I gave him one more glance, frowning slightly to myself before tiptoeing to the bedroom door.

I slip back out of the bedroom and stand frozen at the base of the stairs, looking down at my feet for a moment. I shouldn't be doing this, it's not fair to Luke. Each step down the stairs, I could hear his laugh in my head. Going over the thoughts in my head again and again, I realized I was already at the front door.

I couldn't bring myself to open the door just yet. Slipping my phone out from my pocket, I anxiously check the time once more.

2:07AM

A text from Calum pops up almost immediately, making my hands start to shake.

'You're Late'

'B there in 10' I type back quickly. He reads it almost immediately, the tiny bubbles popping up as I stare absentmindedly at the screen.

'Make it 5'

I grasp the door handle, fumbling with my phone with one hand before shoving it back in my pocket and cracking the door open. The November air slips through and my jaw begins trembling as I step out onto the patio.

"Y/n? Where are you going?"

[romantichoneypie]

Don't fall in love!

Pairing:fem!teutates taranis X fem!reader

Warnings:fluff,Opposites attract, mild violence,smut,Pet names (Cupid and cherub),Reader is a cupid.

Theme:smut/nsfw and fluff

Request?: yes

Summery:You wanted your neighbor to fall in love, but you were the one who fell in love with her

Many have said that the biggest nightmare is love, not love, disillusionment, but then it was even more difficult when everyone asked for a boyfriend or girlfriend and expected someone perfect, so imagine the surprise of the residents of the astral circle when a sweet cupid appeared to live in the building.

There you were, you are different from them, not a person with intention to hurt someone, just shooting your arrows at people to form couples and being blamed when something bad happens, what fault do you have?, you are just doing your job as a cherub.

There was the word "Eros",Eros is romantic love. It is characterized by romance, passion, and desire, in addition to being associated with pleasure, physical attraction, and sex.

Eros is transformed into an appreciation of the beauty brought in the soul, the love that comes from within the being a connection of souls, but it was so difficult to find... You felt powerless when I couldn't form a good couple.

But oh gods, you were blessed by them, with the beauty of a sweet angel and the gentle personality like that of a being who never needed to be suspicious of anyone, as pure as the water of the clearest lakes, as the beautiful lake of love in which you bathed for the first time, arising from love and the summer wind that blew the foam of the sea.

Attracting attention with a beautiful pair of white and slightly pink wings was something remarkable, sees shiny and pink hair as well as your appearance draws a lot of attention which only made you feel slightly bewildered around other people, especially in a building where people torture and kill, you are a cherub among the beings that are nightmares, how unfair this seemed.

But it was sweet to observe the love between the couples of the building, you had access to the arrows which were already paired and well all of them were golden which showed the love between the couples, but lately you have been very interested in the lives of your neighbors, especially a certain woman, which the main one you thought was a man, Teutates taranis.

She's quiet, beautiful and there's definitely something mystical about her that caught her eye and that was her way, you wanted to find a love for each one of that place, love changes people and definitely that problematic world needed love.

Following teutates really like a cupid after someone was just hard, you ended up realizing that the woman loves to play guitar and other things as well she was an annihilator.

And Gods you just realized that she was a person with a great destructive power and that she really worked killing and destroying things or people, you were afraid of that, you were just a scared bunny in this world, afraid of someone hurting you or with whom the world of nightmares was too much for you.

You were following teutates through yours, your wings against the wind and the fresh air against your messy face your hair, it's a delicious feeling, your light flapping of the wings and followed by a quiet little in a small studio of a rock band, you enter there and smile seeing the instruments like the drums and guitar.

Quickly your dazzle is suspended by a grip against the wall, your body simply hitting against the wall and you are frightened by it.

"What the fuck are you doing here, cherub?" you hear her deep, thick voice and the squeeze against the wall, she has one arm against her neck.

"Hmmm, sorry!, I'm just visiting the studio" you say and she laughs her pointy teeth being shown and she just presses her arm against your neck.

"I'm not stupid!, just say I cupid idiot!, if you're doing your job don't bother me" She talks and then lets go of your neck, she arranges the bracelet on her arm and also pulls the sleeve of her blouse down a little.

"I didn't say anything about you, don't be a gross idiot, I'm just doing my job, your..." You hold yourself just so you don't curse her, no... This ain't your way, you were just trying to be kind,You sigh and look at her with puppy eyes.

"Please..., you don't even have this right to send me away" you say and then she rubs her temples a little thinking about a good reasoning.

"okay just don't disturb the rehearsal and don't even look at the musicians, stay in your own way" she says and lets out a sigh you are happy with that and then sit in one of the chairs while teutates goes on stage, she plays electric guitar.

You stand there watching her playing with her band, she plays really well and you just love listening to that noise, amazingly it doesn't bother you... Maybe you were distracted by her, you wondered how her hair was so beautiful or how her makeup looked so good on her.

You focus on exchanges of glances or conversations, which does not occur on the part of the teutates never her face is neutral all the time, and apparently she did not like anyone in a romantic way.

You just feel frustrated with it just watching the rehearsal and listening to the loud but comfortable music to listen to, you just listen and sit there waiting for the rehearsal to end.

After a long time you were already bored and simply playing with your own hair pulling the locks, you see her leaving the stage and heading towards you.

"And now what do you want?, I thought you were going to leave in the middle of the rehearsal," teutates says and then takes her bag and waits for you to go, which you just follow.

"I'm studying you and the people here"

She sighs and just looks at you, she starts to pack her own things to leave.

"I'm going to leave the studio, I won't let you stay here, I'm going with me" she says and looks at you for the first time you have slightly bright dark brown eyes.

"Oh!, yes I can go with you, I don't know the city only from above when I'm flying" you say and get up leaving only your small bag on her back along with your cupid's bow.

"You're not missing anything, the city is just dirty in that part," teutates says, and then you walk side by side with her, her arms in her pocket, you usually hold the arm of the people next to you, in the bicep area, and just when you're going to do that to her, she looks at you almost with an expression that seems to just say, "take that hand off me."

"Where are we going?" you ask in a low voice looking at the floor, you don't take your hand off her... no, it was comfortable to be like this and you felt safer.

"How about an ice cream?" she asks looking at you, she's a little taller than you are need to lower your head to see you.

"Oh yes I love ice cream!, my favorite flavor is strawberry" You speak in a lively way which makes teutates laugh.

You two keep walking down the streets and you keep pointing and talking about some things like a child would really do, and strangely enough teutates didn't feel like slaughtering you.

Arriving at the ice cream car that sells ice cream, teutates buys two sorts, one of strawberry for you and one of chocolate for herself.

"I thought you liked the bitter things" you say laughing and start eating your ice cream you two having ice cream in one of the baquinhos near the place.

"Life is bitter enough" Teutates says and laughs a little about it, you two are seeing the sky and eating Your ice cream.

"Did you know that I feel when it's going to rain?, yes I'm feeling it now, we have to buy an umbrella" You really mean it, the sky is still slightly blue but a little grayish and you really knew it was going to rain but teutates just looked at you.

"I bet fifty dollars it doesn't rain" she says and gets up from the bench looking at you, you just smile at her and well you both start walking towards the building you both live in.

You're walking down the sidewalk and trying to walk backwards looking at her, she just looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes that you were starting to like a little too much.

"So Cupid, why is the astral circus not a building, more... Appropriate for an angel or whatever you are" she says and looks at you, hands in her pocket and you are facing her walking backwards.

"I am a cherub... and I chose the astral circle because it is a building... unusual I've seen the love of some couples who live there," you say and just stare at the floor with rosy cheeks.

"Like who?, like Yan Luo and orcus?" and you just nod your head in agreement with what she says.

"Yes!, I mean them too, did you know that I'm close to the princess of death?, but I don't think she likes me very much" you say and look at her you're just a little too agitated person for the tired people around you.

"Impossible... It's hard not to like you, you're like a cute bunny, and a little annoying, mom you're just cool" she replies and you give a big smile to her.

The first drops of rain start to fall and you just laugh at it, teutates really doubted you.

"You were right... I should have believed you," she says and then Lee hands over the fifty dollars and you just laugh about it.

"I'm always right in what I say, you were stupid for not listening to me" you say and laugh a little, you both start walking faster to get to the building without being completely soaked.

Which doesn't work very well, teutates takes off her coat putting it on top of you and holds it in her hand running into the building, being released to enter only after a few moments.

"Gods I'm cold" you say and try to warm yourself with her coat that is slightly wet, you look at her with an innocent face.

"You're not boring, it was nice to be with you, you know?" teutates says as you two go up in the elevator, you just look at her with a smile on your face.

"I'm not boring, it's dumb to judge the book by its cover, you know?" you say and laugh a little about it and you can notice her smiling, something definitely rare to see.

"If you want tomorrow you can see the rehearsal again, but only you want" she says and you smile and clap your hands.

"Of course I do, I'll love to be there tomorrow, thank you for the invitation teutates" You speak calmly and give her a soft kiss on the cheek before quickly exiting the elevator.

You lay her confused with her love in a good way, her heart softens with that, well it was a clear truth that she had liked you for some time but was just pretending that she didn't feel anything so as not to get hurt.

You walk into your apartment with the thought in your head, "Can cupids fall in love?", well you just thought you didn't, but your heart is beating fast and you're sounding a little bit in your hands, "Can you feel those butterflies in your stomach?", butterflies was an understatement, you were just feeling butterflies in your stomach and something you've never felt before, a weird nervousness.

"Don't fall in love!" You repeat it to yourself and lock the door to your apartment sighing as you begin to think about it.

You just sigh and then go on your way to your room, you just feel a little tired, you've always been told that the best kind of love is the one that doesn't need interference from other people, which comes naturally without even a cupid or person getting involved, when you least expect it, love catches you and sticks like gum in your mind.

You just sigh and then you change into a comfortable bedtime outfit and go to bed before bed reading a book.

After a few moments you start to sleep and rest calmly as you always do, the morning comes with the sun passing by your window and you don't have many choices but to get up, you would only go to rehearsal in the afternoon and remain lazy.

When you get up your day calmly follows your little white cat next to your bed lying and sleepingAfter a long hot shower you actually wake up and go for breakfast,you have breakfast milk with coffee and toasts with jam,after that you will get ready to start your day,wearing one of the white dresses you like and fixing your hair.

You make your way through the streets looking for something to do, that is, go after some hearts without stopping to try to make a couple work, Which almost never works in this reality of everyday life.

But it was just lovely to take care of the arrows and hearts in people, it was just an expression "Cupid shot me", what happens is you try to make the path of two people cross.

The hours pass by slowly, it was annoying not to get the least from someone, as a Cupid you always valued love, but those were hard times and your work became increasingly useless and much more difficult.

But the hours passed and you headed to the other side of the city flying as you like to do, just the feeling of the wind on your face is enough to forget your frustrations as a Cupid.

You follow the path to the studio that was like an abandoned warehouse but painted black, knocking on the door, you wait, you worry a little because Teutates didn't give you a time, she just said it would be in the afternoon and that you could go there.

But as expected, when you were almost leaving the door because they were taking too long, Teutates opens it for you to enter, making room for you to enter, he always wore the same black and white makeup like that of a true metalhead.

"Hmm... you came, you can come in, I'm adjusting my guitar" he says and enters you can see her bandmates doing the same adjusting the devices, you recognize Yog and Abducius from the same building where you are teutates live but there was also another man there, he looked like a werewolf and was looking at you like meat, well at the moment you try to ignore it and just pretend to care about the size of your nails just distracting yourself from it.

The band starts playing and you like the sound, it sounds like something gothic and the voice of yog who was the vocalist was very good, a little hoarse, what brought an extra tone was a song that talks about "Dracula's daughter" It was really good and of its own composition, you always felt happier when you heard something like that.

The drummer who was the werewolf man didn't take his eyes off you and it was starting to annoy you, maybe you arrowed him with some kind of thing that wasn't a person just so he stopped looking at you that way, the others didn't look like that, You knew you drew attention, but no one looked at you as if they were capable of eating you alive, and you hated that feeling.

After a long time in the rehearsal you just keep swinging your foot gently while listening to the music and start fiddling with your cell phone which just makes teutates think that you are not interested in the rehearsal, after a long time it finally ends and yog and abducius leave the studio quickly while teutates put away his material the man approaches you.

"Hi cupid, I know you are responsible for making people fall in love but what to do when you fan someone else fall in love with you?,you look just beautiful" he says and gives her a sideways smile, you can notice his canines as well as his strong body and body hair.

"If someone falls in love with me I just ignore it, I'm a cherub not a normal human or a monster" you say and the werewolf looks at you, teutates just listening to the conversation, she clenches a little jaw listen The man talking to you and your response too.

"Don't you make an exception for a guy like me, babe?" that werewolf says and then tries to hold Your chin to look him in the eye.

"If I said no is no," you take his hand off your face and feel like hitting that man, but you don't.

"Won't you even give me a kiss?, I thought you were coming here to see me" teutates listening to these little lines only feels an urge to hit him even more when the man tries to hold on to your chin.

"What the fuck, leave the woman alone man, go look for what to do" teutates says and turns around approaching you and the guy, she looks at him and the man doesn't seem to like it.

"No one is asking you anything, just keep to yourself" the werewolf says and then Teutates approaches him and squeezes him on the shoulder.

"Kelvin stop being a jerk before I hit you" the werewolf, who now you have discovered is called Kelvin, looks at teutates and laughs at it.

"Where have you ever seen, I being beaten by a woman" Kelvin speaks and then you can see teutates clenching their wrists closing their hands ready to throw a punch.

You're just watching the scene unfold in front of you and well after Kelvin's speech the punch that hits him is hard and fast, and it must have hurt a lot because teutates always wear rings.

"Get out of this studio right away before I hit you even more" Teutas says and you can see that there is a small cut on the man's cheek where the ring hit him, you're a little scared but well... You've seen worse.

The man quickly topples over and well just you and teutates are left in the small garage.

"You shouldn't be hitting people like that" you say and get a little closer to her, you can see her looking away.

"He was being an idiot and he deserved it, besides, this is the lightest thing I've ever done to hurt anyone," Teutates says and shakes her hand as if she were snapping her fingers against her palm, wanting to relieve the pain.

"Well, should I thank you?, I don't know for sure, but thank you for standing up for me," you say and approach her, gently touching your fingers on her hand and gently caressing as if you want to ease the pain.

"You shouldn't be here... I'm not a good influence for you, I'm a monster, I kill, I hit and I'm violent, you see?" Teutates says and you just look at her, this might be a good time to do something.

"I didn't say you have to be a good influence on me, I don't care because I know you would never hurt someone you don't deserve it, I feel good next to you, you wouldn't hurt me, I'm sure of that" you say and then lean in at her height and give her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I can stay here with you for now, right?" you ask in a sweet tone and she nods, you can see a slightly pinker shade on her cheeks.

"Is what you said about not being able to fall in love true?" Teutates speaks and sits on one of the benches, you approach sitting next to her, you take cotton and some alcohol and gently wipe her hands, she also hurt herself a little, because the bone in her hand hit his.

"No, I just wanted him to stop it,I can fall in love yes" You talk and you can see teutates swallowing dry and then she looks at you.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" she asks and looks away looking at the floor.

"I'm in love... I can tell you this, I'm in love with you," you say and can see Teutates' eyes moving towards you, she looks shocked by this information.

"Oh?, are you really serious?, I... Oh gods I just...I like you too, I mean I'm in love with you too," teutates says and then holds her hand, squeezing softly, she looks at you with those dark brown eyes.

"Of course I'm serious!,well that wasn't really my intention,I wanted to make you fall in love with someone else and luckily my plans didn't work out" you're talking and spoke in a quick tone and then teutates shuts your mouth with a kiss on the lips,I deepen the kiss she gently strokes your soft hair you hesitate a little poyr that you've barely kissed other people before but it's good, The taste, the way she kisses you, the affection in your hair.

Parting your lips a strand of saliva connects your lips to hers and you can feel your face warming up with that kiss, you open your eyes and look at teutates you were enjoying and Gods you were in love with her.

"I hmm... I like you a lot actually, but I thought you didn't like me the same way, sorry if I was an idiot when we met" she says and you smile at her giving a soft smile to the girl you are in love with.

"It's okay... in fact I never really cared much about it" you say and you can feel teutates pulling you close, you get out of your chair and now you're on her lap, she runs her arms around your waist and starts kissing your neck.

"You're so beautiful... Such a good and sweet person to me you were unattainable, so I never really thought of it, it's nice to know that you like me like I like you" She speaks and gently rests her head on your shoulder, she gives soft kisses to your neck.

"Oh... well it's weird to see that, but if I hadn't tried to at least make you fall in love we wouldn't be here now" you say and you can feel teutates putting her hand underneath your skirt she squeezes her thighs and gently starts circling your sensitive spot over the fabric of your panties.

"You're just a sweet little thing... Can I touch you?" Teutates asks you, she speaks in a soft tone and you nod.

"Yes, you can touch me as you want, I want to feel you close," you say and you can feel teutates, putting your panties aside for better access, you separate your legs a little more and give them access to touch you freely.

"You're wet..., it looks perfect" She whispers low in your ear and takes a gentle bite into your earlobe.

"I can confess that I got wet when you punched Kelvin because of me, to defend me" you say and teutates smiles, something so rare, her teeth are jagged and sharp you were enjoying the feeling of her fingers on you, touching you exactly how you like.

"You're a little naughty so my beautiful little angel" You can feel her fingers entering you, they are long and thin making a way to your interior, she moves them at a moderate but pleasant pace.

"Hmmm... You're good at doing that, you know?, I've never been touched that way" You speak and she just smiles at the information you say, she loves the feeling of being able to give you pleasure.

"As a result of my work playing guitar, my fingers have become fast and precise," she says and laughs a little, the tone sounding a little mischievous, more than usual.

"Hmmm... So play me like I'm your guitar" you say and you can just melt up her body, you can feel her going a little faster and the movements more precise than before, your clitoris being massaged by her thumb while two of her other fingers are inside you.

"Your wish is always a command, my pretty girl," she says and continues to do so, you squeeze the fabric of her clothes below you and you can feel teutates just stimulating you in the right way, as if you were really melting for her and you were her guitar.

"Hmmm that's it honey... You do so well" you whisper and fit your face on her neck grinding against her fingers,you don't worry about the fact that you seem a little desperate,you have never been touched that way,in fact you have barely been touched in all these years and the feeling was overwhelming.

"So good girl... Feel close princess?" teutates speaks and you can feel your stomach burning with the ravishing sensation of your orgasm building.

"Oh yes, I feel close I... hmm you do it so well" you start to let out moans trying to hide your face in the crook of teutates' neck so as not to make noise, but well she doesn't care at all about your noise she likes it's like an insentive that she was doing right and give you pleasure.

"Hmmm come on my sweet girl cum for me"She whispers and you can feel her stimulating your with precision, you feel the orgasm building inside you, and well, you come quickly to her like you've never come before.

"Oh gods... hmmm, you're so good at this" you say in a hoarse and slightly more tired tone, leaning against her and she gives you a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl talking about the gods at a time like this, do you feel good little angel?" Teutates says and removes her hand from under her skirt his liquid ran down her fingers and she collected them after removing her hand from there she sucks her fingers tasting her taste, the sweet taste of the girl she loves on her lips.

"I feel just wonderful" you say in a soft and sweet tone just looking at her and after you give soft kisses on her lips, you can feel your own taste on her lips.

"So I'm just glad I did... you taste so good, I won't mind giving you pleasure again and again..." Teutates speaks and gently rubs your back and gives you soft kisses on the cheek.

"Hmm, I'll be happy with that," you whisper and you can feel her arranging her panties in the right place, a wet feeling still down there.

"You're just adorable, aren't you?" teutates begins to stroke her hair playing with the locks.

"Hmm can I ask you a question?, I don't want to sound anticipated but... Are we dating?" you ask her softly afraid she'll say no, her heart is beating a little faster than usual.

"Yes... for me yes, I want to be with you and not waste a second more my beautiful girlfriend" she replies and you feel relieved, it's just sweet to hear those words.

"So we're dating" you say and lean your head on her shoulder resting gently for as long as you give a soft kiss to that area before trying to rest a little, after a few minutes like this receiving affection teutates gently touches your shoulder.

"Let's go home" she says and you nod in agreement, getting off her lap you see that you have soiled her black clothes a little but she wipes it with a wet cloth and then does the same with you, cleaning her thighs and legs.

"We can go now" Teutates says and you leave the basement she locks everything and holds it in your hand as you two walk through the city, she gently caresses the palm of your hand.

You're walking when you see one of those vendors, bracelets and rings "hey!, how about we bought one of these for us" you say pointing to the bracelets and she looks at it.

"Of course beautiful, choose the one you liked the most" she says and you pick up a pink From beads for you and a black one with spikes for her, you see her looking for rings.

"Do you like those rings?" teutates says calmly and picks up a ring with a heart stone for you looks adorable and with a room stone in the cute heart shape, and she just picks up a plain one for her a silver ring to match her style.

"But they don't match!, commitment rings have to match!" You say and she drops the silver ring, taking a thick ring from a silver one, but with a small, more discreet heart-shaped stone.

"Is it better now?" Teutates says and you smile after a soft kiss on her lips.

"Yes! It looks perfect honey, thank you!" you say and see teutates paying the stall owner and then you shake her hand.

After that, she puts the ring on your finger and hers, giving a soft kiss on your hand. "My girlfriend"

"Hmm... yes only yours" you whisper and give her another soft kiss on the lips before the two of you make their way to the building where you both live,You felt just happy next to the woman you love.

[kanansdume]

I wanted to look at why it feels so frustrating for Sabine to have been utilized the way she was in the Ahsoka show and why it doesn't work even though the general concept behind it isn't inherently a bad thing.

Basically, Sabine only exists on this show, primarily, to be Ahsoka's crutch. She is the character through whom Ahsoka learns to grow. Sabine KIND-OF has her own journey as a sort-of sidestory, but her main purpose is to be there as a vessel to prompt Ahsoka's own growth.

And this is not, inherently, a bad thing to have done. Using a pre-established character in this way is fairly normal. And I'm going to compare this to the way Leia was utilized in the Kenobi show because on paper, the circumstances here are pretty similar.

Both Leia and Sabine are main characters in their own right in their original media (Leia in the OT, and Sabine in Rebels). Both Leia and Sabine did not really ever have a relationship with the main character of this new show prior to the show coming out (Obi-Wan for Leia and Ahsoka for Sabine). Both Leia and Sabine are SIDE CHARACTERS in this new show in order to support the storyline of the main character.

The difference for me is that Leia was explicitly chosen for this supporting role BECAUSE SHE'S LEIA. Leia is not mutilated and frankenstein'd into being basically unrecognizable in order to be someone who could help Obi-Wan on the journey he goes through in the Kenobi show. She is still pretty recognizable as Leia. She has the same stubbornness, the same snappy insults, the same passion and almost bossy personality. The Kenobi show and Deborah Chow have made it fairly clear that they chose the characters they did very carefully so as to provide a framework for Obi-Wan to grow through while never letting those other characters OVERSHADOW Obi-Wan just because they are also beloved characters in their own right. They very nearly didn't bring in Anakin for exactly that reason and clearly worked very hard to ensure that his presence on the show never pulls focus away from Obi-Wan entirely. Leia was also chosen specifically because they felt like it would make sense for Leia to be in this position. They chose Leia because what else could get Obi-Wan off of Tatooine in this state of mind but her? They chose Leia because who else might be able to break through Obi-Wan's depression and show him the hope for the future but her?

And while they had never had a canon relationship prior to this show, there IS just enough there to make it believable. We have a lot of obvious reasons for why Obi-Wan would care about her deeply and connect to her within a very short period of time. And we have plenty of reason for why Bail would only ever ask Obi-Wan for help in this particular situation. So the set-up for the plot and the relationship DOES EXIST within what we already know about the characters involved even if the relationship itself was new. We're also seeing that relationship develop ON SCREEN rather than being told that it existed elsewhere. The only relationships that are important here that happen off-screen are Obi-Wan and Anakin, and Obi-Wan and Bail, both of which exist within the Prequel trilogy that you can pretty safely assume most other people have seen. Everything else is developed on screen for the audience, which means nothing has to be explained at the audience through exposition.

Now let's look at Sabine. Oh Sabine. Poor darling Sabine.

Sabine was pretty clearly NOT chosen for this storyline at all. While we don't know the exact details of how this went down behind the scenes, we do know that there was AT LEAST two separate shows at one point (maybe three) that ended up getting compressed into just one: a Rebels sequel presumably involving Ahsoka and Sabine searching for Ezra, and an Ahsoka show looking at her journey of coming to terms with Anakin's betrayal. We don't know precisely how those two shows ended up combined into one; maybe the studio execs decided an animated Rebels sequel wouldn't do well and Filoni combined it with the Ahsoka show in order to preserve it in the only way he could, or maybe the studio execs came up with the combination idea on their own. We may never know. But I feel like it's pretty obvious that the original concept for the Ahsoka show likely included a Padawan storyline through which Ahsoka could come face to face with her fears and doubts about Anakin. This Padawan was probably going to be an original character who shared many of Ahsoka and Anakin's more negative traits (arrogance, brattiness, stubbornness, maybe even anger and fear from some kind of prior trauma) that would force Ahsoka to come to terms with what happened to Anakin in order to accept her Padawan.

And then the two shows got combined and Ahsoka's journey has to happen simultaneously with the search for Ezra. Except. Ahsoka's feelings about Anakin have exactly shit all to do with Ezra, or Thrawn, or the search for either of them. They could've just tossed in the original Padawan character to sort-of tag along while Sabine stayed more focused on finding Ezra, but this probably would've had the result of Sabine feeling pretty sidelined. So instead, they just... slotted Sabine into the Padawan role and nixed the original character.

Which means that Sabine lost pretty much ALL of the characteristics we knew about her from Rebels in order to fit into this new role. Instead of the merciful, compassionate, mature young adult she was by the end of Rebels, we get this overconfident bratty personality that feels more fit for a teenager than the 30 year old that Sabine actually is at this point in the timeline. Instead of being someone who connects very deeply to being a Mandalorian, suddenly she wants to be a Jedi and it's never actually explained why that is. An entire trauma was created to exist off-screen just to explain why Sabine is acting so radically out of character and even THAT isn't actually believable with how far she had come by the end of Rebels. Sabine was NOT chosen for this role because of characteristics she already had, she simply was the most convenient choice when her storyline ended up fused with Ahsoka's and as a result she is almost completely unrecognizable as a character. This isn't Sabine. It's an abomination and a piss poor shadow of the character most of us remember from Rebels.

And her relationship with Ahsoka is developed OFF screen rather than ON screen. Instead of showing us how these two ended up getting together and how they got closer to each other and learned to trust each other, etc, it just all happens years before our story starts. There's an entire history between these two characters that absolutely NOBODY is familiar with because it comes out of absolutely nowhere. And so instead of being able to WATCH these two characters come together as a team, we have to keep getting TOLD about it in either throw away lines or infodumps. Huyang keeps talking about how they work better together, Hera says they used to be good for each other, and their whole history is laid out by Baylan and Huyang separately (and the stories don't even match). There's no gradual development of trust, the two characters just careen between trusting each other and not trusting each other because of this history that is barely ever explained to us and then is apparently (almost literally) magically fixed by the end.

This is a bad way to handle this relationship even if Sabine had been a completely original character. I've seen stories where the relationship has developed off-screen and it's still, generally, worked. I mean, just for a Star Wars example most people are familiar with, let's look at Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in TPM. Qui-Gon is entirely original here, nobody knows who he is, but Obi-Wan is a well-known character to the audience. It's set up fairly quickly that the two of them have been Master and Padawan for a while probably and then within the first several sequences we get an idea of what their relationship is like. We see the deference that Obi-Wan does have for Qui-Gon but we also see Obi-Wan capable of teasing Qui-Gon while in the middle of a life or death situation. We see how well Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon pick up on each other's queues and how they can team up towards a common goal. So while we haven't gotten to see their relationship develop from beginning to end, we get enough scenes of them together right off the top to give the audience a sense of what this relationship IS so that by the time you hit the Council scene, Qui-Gon's quick decision and Obi-Wan's shock at it are entirely understandable. But then so too is Obi-Wan's willingness to apologize afterwards and his grief at Qui-Gon's death.

So it's not impossible to set up a relationship where the history between the characters and the initial development of it happened off-screen. But the way the Ahsoka show handled it gives us really none of that. We don't get a lot of chances to SEE what this relationship actually is and what we do see often is wildly contradictory (for example we see Ahsoka not trusting Sabine and then an episode later we see Ahsoka trust Sabine with her life). The development that does exist in this relationship over the course of the show has to be done with the characters completely separated and they come back together and everything is just hunky dory somehow. So even without the aspect of Sabine being a pre-established character in her own right, the writing of this relationship makes no sense and doesn't allow anybody to actually invest in it or understand it.

But Sabine IS a pre-established character and a major character of a show of her own that has fans who already love her. So now this relationship not only needs to just be generally well-written and coherent, it SHOULD still feel like a believable relationship for the Sabine that fans remember and love. Those of us who knew Sabine remember that she and Ahsoka don't HAVE a relationship to pull from. Sabine cannot just be treated like an original character who doesn't have any history that fans already know about. This relationship with Ahsoka DOES need an explanation in order to make any sense and the easiest way to do that is to actually SHOW IT DEVELOPING rather than having it happen off-screen. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's version of this is able to skirt most of the actual details and just imply their history while showing us their current dynamic. Ahsoka and Sabine can't get away with that because everyone watching this who has even a passing familiarity with both characters is going to be wondering what the fuck this history even is and how ti led to this particular dynamic. Which is why we ended up with a bunch of infodumps trying to explain it to us rather than something more meaningful that allows the audience to actually connect to it.

And on top of that, this was a storyline that Rebels set up to be SABINE'S STORY. Ezra's disappeared so this was supposed to be Sabine's time to shine, her moment to be the center of attention. Which means it's not satisfying to see her end up as a support for someone else instead. It's not satisfying to see her character have to be warped and mutilated in order to support someone else. This was supposed to be Sabine's story as much as it was supposed to be Ahsoka's, but Sabine ended up getting the shorter end of the stick in the merger.

[littledigits]

directy directory ramble incoming

I wanted to type out my thoughts on the role of director and how its viewed. Especially coming from a perspective of seeing the streaming bubble pop and just..intense scope creep..and yeah , anyway. No reason specifically just my surface level musings that i always have. Its been 5+ years since I went from an animation supervisor to an animation director, to being able to do my own episodes. It wasnt something I wanted in the sense of a title, but I just like taking whatever the next step or challenge is. I've always been team oriented too, so that will always be in the back of my mind when being in a position with more power. The level of power you have as a director is not something I was expecting to have,so I try not to take it for granted.

Over time I really found that there are two viewpoints of what the job and the expectations of the director are. People have asked me for advice on the job and Its through these conversations that I really see the split opinion. The strongest camp is the one that represents the word least to me, and thats the people who think that the director is 'in charge' in the sense of always doing what they say. There are good and bad of course, but the directors job is to make the hard choices and to push boundaries and to enact a VISION (be it their own, a clients, ect). Their expectation soley revolves around the creation of the creative product. The other camp is the one that sees the Director as a leader first and foremost, who has a responsibility to their team as well as the product, and that leadership and team management skills should be on the roster as well as creative prowess. one thinks its about creative vision first and minimal people skills, and the other thinks it should be 50/50 at the very least. I'm in the second camp, and I have so many people that go 'YES, THAT IS WHAT A DIRECTOR SHOULD DO!' and as much as I agree, I also have to point out that is often not the actual reflected expectations that Directors get - expectations play a big role after all. When you enter a job or grow in a job you should know what your new responsibilities are, and if not you are left to fill in your own gaps. Studios in GENERAL are terrible with clear boundaries and job expectations, so its really no surprise that the stronger creative voices become the loudest in the room. Even the most well meaning people can get into an impossible mindset because no one has told them otherwise...we all know passion and creativity can take us places after all. Sometimes, one is thrust into a position of power without even knowing just how much their choices may impact the team. There are some notorious asshole directors of course but for the most part I've found that creatives in the director realm are well meaning. However, that doesnt change the reality that as well-meaning as you are, there is an entire team of people who can be effected by your mindest, choices and problem sovling for good or bad.

I've talked about this before, but a mindset can vastly change how you problem solve something. A director with no leadership skills may see work that does not meet their expectations and their first thought was that the artist did not do their job properly. A director with leadership skills may see work that does not meet their expectations and understand there are many factors. Heres a few questions I ask myself.

did that person receive proper expectations for the task ?

was there a communication mishap ? ( this happens ALL THE TIME. its ART !_! the amount of times i've written a note that i thought was super clear and someone takes it in a way that..i didnt expect but it also made sense ? SOMETIMES IT DO BE THAT WAY. WE WORK ON OUR COMMUNICATION SKILLS TOGETHER)

did they have enough time to do it ? or feel rushed?

is everything ok ? Everyone has bad times and blips in the production so its reasonable that sometimes things come in not 100%

if it is a hard skill issue, is it a one off or is it ongoing? how are we helping them work on it? The answers to these questions are FAR more valuable in actually getting your vision done to the best of your time and energy then just simply thinking someone doesnt have the skills or needs to learn more. ALL OF THIS TO SAY. That even just having good faith and a connection to your team as a director is incredibly valuable for your information gathering and problem solving, (you learn way more about your pipeline and where the real issues are.) but is vastly underrepresented as an expectation of the job. SO. IF YOU WANT TO DIRECT. you may not get told that your team is part of your responsibility, but if we want a sustainable and healthy industry we have to divide our passion for the project into our team as well as the creative end game. Take some leadership classes, learn about different communication types, or at least have people around you who can do that. You dont need to be everyones bestie, but you do have a responsibility for their experience on the project. ill post some tips and such about working with people later cuz this is long enough

[yuseirra]

***Onk spoilers***

Vague spoilers alert but I have no idea what actually happens myself yet either. I have little idea of what happens in the last chapter but uh. I'm just getting the idea that nothing really happened. Why am I unamused...

I mean... The clues have been already there in the songs. AND within their OWN story. They should use it. I'm actually worried. Oh but there is no way huh? But why were those things there then??? What was this story trying to accomplish and say through its writings?

I'm really going to believe in my theory in an earnest sense, this story DOES NOT WORK unless that's how it is. There must be a reason why the anime team announced a third season because it WILL NOT SELL if nothing gets resolved. Who'd.. Watch and buy knowing the ending is like this? Anime prodctions are COSTLY and it takes a lot of effort. Aren't they the studio which animated gekkan shoujo nozaki kun and it STILL didn't get another season(I never watched it but I heard it was really good-) then this piece must have a point, right? Some insight to give out?

I can still manage to draw things if things are a status quo because it's NOT the worst scenario for me(aka: if it's still AMBIGUOUS that Kamiki's the one that's harmed Ai if that's still going to be how it is BECAUSE, I DON'T THINK HE'S THE ONE WHO TRIED TO HURT HER! I'M GOING TO BELIEVE HIM HAVING SAID WHAT HE SAID ABOUT AI!! THAT HE NEVER WANTED TO HURT ANYONE BUT JUST WANTED TO SEND A BOUQUET!) but they SHOULDN'T KEEP IT THAT WAY TILL THE VERY END. or do they? Is Kamiki sooo evil? What the heck??

This piece doesn't deserve an underwhelming finale. I genuinely wanted it to be good, so that's why I feel so baffled and startled.. And really sad over it,

I'm going to believe in what I think it is. How isn't THAT it? I think that's really what's been going on;

Like...it hasn't been refuted once hasn't it? How CAN Hikaru do all these stuff? That guy is the black star god. It does all add up. Where do these stars come from, what are they doing in people's eyes. Why was his company's name EYES. He be goin around collecting pieces of his girlfriend THAT'S WHAT, they gave two songs to this guy. Do something about it omygod. I see it actually being a pretty decent story, if it is but they still'd need to bring Aqua back.

I'm just going to...believe in this. Then I can understand and figure out just what this piece was supposed to make out. But if they really just.. Define the dad as the serial killer and blame him for every single bad thing that's happened in this piece as the mastermind(even if it's so, he's NOT WRITTEN WELL TO BE LIKE THAT) then this piece doesn't deserve to have a place to talk about the nature of the industry!!

Oh 154 was my favorite chapter!! I wish it had some kind of meaning to it. I really liked it. Because it had me open my eyes and realize that they can't build a character like Kamiki and make him into a flat-out monster. I was ready to take him as one if they were going to before that but the more I thought of it, I understood it's so rude. It's hazardous to the message. I recognized of it that point or so I thought, so I had an idea that this piece was going to be turn out to be really clever and pretty meaningful.

I can draw a better ending, I'll do it before I move on if I have my love left upon reading the final chapter because this piece had its charms. If.. I'm too lost or lose my passion then.. That's such a shame. It's not something I can control. I never want my love to dissipate myself so let's see how it goes.

Also, Kana does not deserve any of what's been happening to her after the helfway mark of the story, I feel so bad about how they used her character because I find her really precious. As much as the other girls of this series. Since Aqua and her feelings were mutual, it'd have been great if they could be happy with each other.

I really care for Kamiki...ugh.. At this point, can I say I've ACTUALLY been writing him more carefully than the authors themselves(but the songs were so good???? Weren't THOSE intentional? Written with intent~~???) I just...I'm going to give him justice as a character. I refuse to have him take all the blame and I'm really not convinced(unless the last chapter somehow does it for me) BUT AQUA COULD'VE JUST DUNKED THE DAD AND WENT TO JAIL. Just stay a few years there and reunite with everyone right?? The reason why I think he COULDN'T have done that's because Kamiki's something that cannot be constricted with human laws. It really seems like it. How else would this guy "ruin Ruby's future". He really doesn't do ANYTHING. Just him standing there could bring havoc because he's a broken god, I swear that has to be it and why Aqua had felt the need to give his life because!! They say Aqua wanted to live right!!I SAY THIS OVER AND OVER BUT HIS DAD HE TRYIN TO KILL TOLD HIM TO LIVE TOO but he had to go through with it because the man's too broken and became a walking disaster!

Aqua had a "mission" assigned from the gods!! He kept talking about it you know?? So gods ARE involved. They have to explain what that is about-

Okay.

I'm.. Really sure what I made out earlier should be... Right. If they do end up making things vague?? Then this might as well really be it. It holds everything together but why do I have to do the work without the piece telling me about it?

If all things remain pretty much status quo in the last ep, I'm sure I'm..just right. Or this piece is beyond saving, I don't mean it in a sarcastic way at all. I just won't understand what it is.

[longlostlorian]

I don't want to add on to that good webcomic post with what I'm p sure is just my own fruitless navelgazing, but I started doing webcomics as a kid in the mid-aughts and the scene was basically unrecognizable from what it is now. I would come home from school and post sketchbook comics scanned in with minimal touchups, and I don't think I've ever gotten as much engagement on anything in all the years since. I didn't know how to implement a comments section (I was hardcoding everything in html on a domain my dad helped set up for me, lol) but I got tons of emails from excited/curious readers every week! A phpbb board (early internet forum) with 300+ human members (and all the fun of viagrabots I had to cull by hand)! People were just excited by what it was possible to see online. And that was for a bad comic made by a kid with minimal skills that nobody remembers today!

For better or worse, the grand majority of readers live on apps now. Webtoons and tapas host hundreds of the most niche, beautiful passion projects you can imagine, better than nearly anything available 20 years ago, but there's just as many stories that were literally churned out by content farms (studios with large teams producing a groupthink product they aim to sell/IP farm - in other words, something that's nobody's baby). And by and large, the userbase is simply too young to discriminate. They've literally been trained to view webcomics as content. Does that mean readers today are the problem? No, of course not! And it's hard to complain about greater access to free, often queer art that's technically better than it ever has been before. I'm glad young readers have easy access to things like that.

But webcomics have become subject to the same level of scrutinization as any other aggregated content. Don't post for two weeks and people will talk about you like you've died, and a week later they stop talking about you altogether. The culture that I grew up with by and large doesn't exist anymore, though remnants of it struggle bravely on. Part of this comes as the "wild west" aspect of the internet circles the drain. When comics are produced with the knowledge that they will go up on webtoons/tapas - sites with strong censorship requirements - people dull down their work. They have to. Anything that goes on those sites automatically becomes a product. And so the truly weird, the unexpected, the indie, and the unapologetically, freely, charmingly bad (and messy) aspect of webcomics is systematically sucked out, both by the exacting standards of a captive consumer base and by the requirements of the platform.

I don't know that I view wt/tapas as net evils or anything like that. I use them myself. And I've heard things about places like comicfury that make it sound like a great substitute for the culture that used to exist around smackjeeves, drunkduck, etc. I also think it's more accessible than ever before for creators to monetize their work, even if for most of us, passion projects never come close to paying the bills. So maybe what I really miss is the early internet and I don't think it's ever coming back.

[loremaster]

the premise of rain code band au

so you have context for whatever i end up drawing for it

so yakou started out in a band with yomi and friends (probably like. seth and dominic... no martina yet), he was the guitarist and yomi was the singer... they definitely dated though neither of them would ever admit to it now

but yomi of course is an asshole with a big ego that keeps getting worse, yakou puts up with it until he meets his (future) wife who convinces him to stand up for himself. yomi of course does not take it well, invites martina into the band and starts dating her instead. yakou gets ostracized by the rest of the group and quits the band, settles down, gets married.

she isn't a musician but she's still got a beautiful singing voice. she loves to sing along to his guitar playing. but eventually she dies (probably due to medical malpractice. fucking huesca) and yakou gets so depressed he doesn't touch his guitar again for years

meanwhile the whole world is obsessed with famous pop idol SHINIGAMI!!!!!! despite (or because of?) her abrasive personality she has tons of die-hard fans... but nobody knows anything about her personal life. she's a total mystery off the stage!

shinigami's success is really due to yuma and makoto (twins??? idk). makoto is her pr manager who handles her public image and her schedule; yuma is her creative director and songwriter, the genius behind her catchy tunes.

yuma is very competent at his job but is not enjoying his life. he feels immense responsibility for her success, and overworks himself so shinigami can keep topping the charts. he's not much fun to be around, and doesn't trust anyone else with his duties. shinigami and makoto conspire against him for his own sake, and fire him - or at least, send him on an indefinite leave. shinigami says his songs are shit. he takes her seriously.

yuma is moping down the streets when he meets yakou, also down on his luck... yakou takes pity on the kid and gives him a place to stay. he has no idea who yuma really is, and yuma doesn't tell him - mostly because of the shame of being fired. so yakou treats him like an unpaid intern.

somehow yuma ends up inspiring yakou to pick up his guitar again... which inspires yakou to put out a flyer for band auditions. he's not expecting any responses, but halara, desuhiko, fubuki, and vivia show up and he's impressed with all four of them!!! NOW THEY'RE A BAND!!!!

but... they start out as a cover band because they have no original songs. (desuhiko tries to write original songs. they are very bad.) yuma wants to help but he doesn't want to make himself a big deal... so he ends up sneakily slipping a song he's anonymously written under the studio door for yakou to find. the song is great... but the other band members can't seem to get the hang of it.

from then on the story would take more of an episodic nature, where yuma gets to know each of the band members' idiosyncrasies and learn how to write music (still anonymously) that fits their style. (i'd actually imagine the audience wouldn't know yuma's deal yet either, that'd be like... an end of the season reveal. i guess i'm imagining this as an anime huh) and in spending time with each of them he gets to actually befriend them as well and invigorate their passion for the band and willingness to work together. each time they'd get a cool new song that has a cool new solo for the focus character/instrument of each... episode? yeah

i'm going to post more about what those individual character based adventures will be later (feel free to supplement with your own ideas)

for now i am tired good night

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hi omg I loved the drama student fic so much for chishiya, and I was wondering if you could make an artstudent one? I feel like he'll be on mc's ass all the time for their posture or them inhaling so much paint fumes for their finals sksksj I love your works so much !!

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A medical student and art student both have demanding time frames but despite the packed schedule, Chishiya always sees to it that he makes time for you.

He knows that you don't have a fixed time, that you'll work whenever inspiration has befallen into you or if not; you'll mope and wander around the apartment looking for it hence the mood swings kicking in.

And whenever this happens, he'll be by your side. He opens his ears and listens to every problem you're carrying.

"Just so you know" Chishiya would say, sitting right beside you in front of an empty canvas. "You don't have to bear it alone. I'll carry it with you."

"Don't you find it difficult dating them?" A block mate of his once asked while they took a break at the pantry of the hospital. "They have a lot of mood swings, they don't like compromising and on top of that, don't you worry that they're meeting someone that could potentially replace you?"

Hearing this question amused Chishiya, placing the cup of coffee down on top of the table.

"I've got nothing to worry about." He'll reply, lifting his head up to face them. "Sure they may not want to have me around them all the time or I'm their second priority or they stand firm with their opinions, but that's exactly what I love them."

"I don't take it personally when my partner wants to have alone time. I'm not immature to think of it as they don't love me anymore. Me being a second priority is not a problem too. They pour their life into art so it could come to life as well. And that's admirable because they're serving a higher purpose. And last but not the least, their passion for art is remarkable. They speak with their minds or their heart." Chishiya adds, giving his block mate a wry smile.

"My ideal type is someone who has unwavering personality." He says, getting up from his chair and walking away. "No wonder I'm down bad for them."

Dates are very spontaneous - going to see various museum exhibits to visiting art galleries together to just playing around in the studio, dates aren't just stagnant.

"Maybe I should take physical therapy elections." He'd say, followed by a sigh as he moves to kneel behind you; hands on your shoulders as he applies pressure on his fingertips.

"Sit up straight, Y/N. I've always told you that you should maintain a good posture while sitting."

"But I feel comfortable like this!"

"Your back and shoulder muscles will thank me if you sit up straight."

"Hey Chishiya" a block mate of his called for his attention. "I just passed by the art building and saw Y/N covered in paint. The paint fumes really smelled strong over there."

"It's finals week." Chishiya responded, sorting the files of the patients. "Did you see them wearing a mask?"

"Nope." The innocent block mate responded along with a shake of their head.

Chishiya sighs, halting from his actions as he takes a face mask from the box.

"You won't be able to know if you passed or failed the semester if you keep inhaling these paint fumes." He nags, putting on the strings of the face mask around your ears.

"But were in an open area!"

"Sure, but that doesn't stop you from getting potential irritations with your eyes, throat and skin."

Though you're an emotional and egotistical partner, Chishiya loves how your gentle and honest nature. Though the relationship isn't dreamlike as others would fantasize, it's the every day he spends with you is like an art process already.

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