#im fighting an art block and failing

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A quick sketch for a something I'm testing with my pens. I wanted to save this before I ruin it colors

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EDIT: HI IM IRRATIONALLY ANGRY AT THIS DRAWING HAVE SOME COLOUR BLORBSIFICATIONS

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Im trying (and failing) to fight art block 🥲

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Ok the latest episode of dungeon meshi is gory as fuck.

Major episode 11 SPOILERS

Given that the episode is dragon part one, I assumed they would fight the dragon, mostly fail, cliffhanger, and the next episode would be defeating it.

I did NOT expect them to kill it, root around its insides, and find Falins fucking bones!!

The foot comes down on Senshi and he immediately vomits blood? Chilchuk knocked out by bricks to the head, Laios loses his leg?! (Nitpick but. If the leg was disconnected what was keeping him from falling out the dragons mouth? Anime rule of cool physics?)

And then. Chilchuk and Senshi is heaps of pain and Laios' leg is just itchy? Its a good joke, but I think there's more. Those heals were too easy after that amount of unprecedented violent gore.

Laios had a btw-line about of the dragon and is mating and then dismissed the thought with no given reason. So I think next episode theres gonna be a second Red dragon. ( Its possible part 2 will be next season, but following more common episode title namings, red dragon 1 and 2 will be the season finale. )

And theres the unanswered question of the whole season, why is the dragon more active, why is the ecosystem of the dungeon off-balance. I think next episode will be our big clue.

Re Falin, its no coinicidence we were introduced to the racist rich guy who assures us that souls dont leave bodies in the dungeon. That was confusing up till the last episode because the characters sure act like death is possible, and we've seen dead people and heard about body-retrieval. Then Namari goes to revivals to ask about Falin and there are bodies stored behind the desk guy. Which puts the pieces together, bodies that can be retrieved are retrieved, and the people can be revived. If someone cares to, and presumably pays for it. Someones gotta pay for retrievals.

Its also no accident that our warm-fuzzy sibling scene before finding Falins skull is about a ghost who is trapped with his body, and Falins intuition/ability with ghost magic. Can she be revived, will she stick around as a ghost, remains to be seen. (Remains.)

As someone who hasnt yet read the manga, Im also curious about long term story. Ive gotten the impression that theres significant story to go, possibly probably they reach the end of the dungeon? But Ive not seen Falin present in any of the art, and for the story to continue they need motivation to keep going.

So Im guessing that Falin ends up as a ghost, or unreviveable, and they have to get to the bottom to find the mad mage, work out what stops people from crossing over post-death (does that include monsters, orcs, humanoid mermaids or fish-oid[???]mermen), and only then can they bring Falin back to life.

That or they revive her and theres some other plot hook, but my guess is what I just described.

(Another silly nitpick, the fire is blocked by the adamantium but the heat isnt a problem until after the fire is done? "WE HAVE TO MAKE SURE TO EXHAUST ALL ITS FUEL" THAT WOULDVE LEFT FALIN BEYOND ALL HOPE!!!!!!)

And its funny re Senshi's knife, ooh its mithril it can cut through anything, well of course! he's used it to cut every single monster theyve eaten! And we never wondered how! Foreshadowing by cookware, its ridiculous and I love it.

Last point is it just me or are...is it Kaka and Kiki? Theyre discount Vex and Vax, right?

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Battle of the Larynx I

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

A/N: hi y’all! ik ive been so MIA with my stories lately. if im being honest sometimes i just don’t have ideas for new chapters or how to continue in progress stories, but hopefully i can get some more done soon! but for now enjoy this quick Miguel O’Hara story cuz i am OBSESSED with this man atm

Inspired by Battle of the Larynx by Melanie Martinez!

Warning: smut (fingering), toxic relationship, ANGST (yk i fucking live that shit), neglectful Miguel, LONG ASS CHAPTERS

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

You knew what you were getting yourself into when he told you. You knew the nights that laid ahead for both of you filled with his crying and screaming after a failed mission led to a loss of innocent life. You knew the days would consist of hours holding your breath wondering if he was alive or not, and finally exhaling when he arrived there at your doorstep; battered and bloody but still, he was there. That was really the only promised you asked Miguel to keep— be there. You could handle him leaving randomly and not coming home until 2 in the morning, it was his obligation as a hero and that came before anything else. But he also took an obligation as your partner to be present when it mattered most, and according to him he cherished that concept with his life. So if that was the case why wasn’t he here now?

Miguel had been gone for 5 days now, longer than he’s ever been gone for. Five days of nothing, no calls, texts, emails, even an owl with a note would’ve sufficed at this point but he chose to leave you in the dark yet again. You touched up your mascara in the shiny elevator door reflection as you prepped yourself for the celebration party you and your art school classmates planned after you all landed the animation internship. What was supposed to be a chance for your friends to finally get to know Miguel was clearly turning into yet another evening third wheeling other couples. Another night of watching girls curl up with their lovers while you downed a spiked lemonade to forget about yours. This was the 26th time Miguel had abandoned an important event with no notice whatsoever (yes you’ve been keeping track). It started with simple things like picnic dates or small get togethers, then his absence gradually became more impactful. Missed family dinner’s, birthdays…anniversaries. Disappearing for days on end with no check ins, it was becoming torture. It was becoming increasingly obvious that people started to question whether or not you even had a boyfriend, and slowly you did too…

To Miggy 🧸:

please tell me you’re coming tonight, you know this means a lot to me Miguel

4:23

can you just call me and let me know youre alive at least????

4:49

i hope youre chaffing in your suit asshole

8:14

The elevator door opened letting you onto the top floor of Alchamex, it was pointless checking but you always did anyways. You crept your way into his office hoping to see his usual tired figure slumped over in his chair, ready for you to nag him like you usually do to take a break and eat something, but the only thing occupying the space was scattered papers. You looked through his window that towered over the Nueva York city streets trying desperately to hold back the tears that were fighting their way out.

“Y/N?”

Y/N: “Jess! Im- Im really sorry.” You turned your head only slightly so she couldn’t see your puffy eyes.

Jess: “Y/N, you’re part of reception you know you can get in a lot of trouble being up here without authorization.”

Y/N: “I know I know I just…I thought Miguel be here.” You mumbled between hiccups that came up from you failing to hide your sobs. Jess wasn’t stupid, it didnt take a genius to know what you were upset about, or who you were upset about, “If you um… if you see him can you just ask him to come home please.” Working through your sniffles, you wiped your face with your sleeve and made your way out of the office before she even had time to respond

Jess sighed feeling a twitch of anger brew inside her towards the young man, she scowled and muttered obscenities under her breath as she dialed Miguels number…

The next week came and you missed the party entirely, the calls from all your friends and colleagues went unanswered. Honestly, your self esteem couldn’t take another embarrassing, lonely entrance into an event that Miguel was supposed to accompany you too. Another endless night of sympathetic looks and pity hugs. 

The clock read 7:48 pm when you arrived home from work, another day of taking calls and booking meetings for a man that wasn’t even there half of the time. With a heavy sigh you set the bags of groceries you had in hand down in order to get your keys out of your back pocket. The space was dark and cold when you walked in, it had been for the last week. You stocked the fridge with your new groceries then before taking a quick shower and finishing your nightly routine. You were in the middle of applying your night cream when you heard a loud thud causing you to finally leave the bathroom. In the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a tall dark figure emerging from the window. You let out a shriek managing to fumble everything in hand as you scrambled to find your pepper spray.

Miguel: “Woah woah! Relax it’s just me! it’s me Y/N!” Usually you’d be used to Miguel’s late night window entrances but it had been so long since you last saw him you forgot he even did it. He turned on the living room light revealing his tired and bruised figure. He was still dressed in his spider suit, the suit you excitedly spent hours on your ipad drawing and redrawing to get the perfect design; now you hated the sight of that thing.

Y/N: “Miguel?”, seeing him gave you relief knowing it wasn’t an intruder, but the anger that’s been stirring in you for the last 2 weeks slapped you back to reality. Silence filled the space between you two, neither of you taking the initiative to speak first. It took 2 weeks for him to come back and you weren’t going to wait another second waiting for him to find the balls to say something.

Miguel: “Y/N please wait!…” he pleaded when you turned away and slammed the bedroom door behind you. You plopped down onto your mattress, you were exhausted and couldn’t stand to look at his face anymore, but you felt the empty bed space behind you dip with his weight.

Miguel: “Congratulations on your internship cariño, I knew you’d get it…” No response. “I…I got this for you. Y/N?” If you turned around you’d see the small gift wrapped box he held in his hand but you were motionless. This new silence terrified him. The possibility of you finally giving up on him made his heart sink a little

Miguel: “Y/N I’m really really sor—

Y/N: “Just shut up Miguel, shut up already…” you finally spoke through gritted teeth, “You’ve never cared about a single thing that I care about, if you did then you would’ve been there like you said you would but you weren’t! SO JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” you sobbed and curled your legs closer to your chest

Miguel: “I know you’re angry at me… but Y/N I really am sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you or text you. I’m sorry it took Jess calling me to make me realize how terrible I was being. I should’ve been there to take you to your friends party, like I promised I would. I wanna be someone you can count on and trust but I’m screwing it all up.”

At this point Miguel had already stood up from the bed, you could feel the floor thump as he paced back and forth trying to find the right words to say to you. You couldn’t help but peek over at him, he looked horrible with his head in his hands and blood and dirt still caked on his suit. Regardless of how angry you felt towards Miguel you always took pity on the poor man. He loved you with everything he was and everything he wasn’t, all he wanted was to be everything you ever needed, but you were the first woman he had ever been with since Dana and Gabriella passed. You knew loving you was like learning to walk again.

You called his name in your soft voice. His head shot up, you were finally facing him with your arms open inviting him in for a hug. Miguel practically jumped from his seat and into your arms. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt to feel your touch and even though he smelled like ash and rubble you felt exactly the same, practically crying as you melted into his hold

Y/N: “I thought you were dead Miggy, you can’t keep putting me through this I can’t take it.” He settled deeper into your embrace and rested his head into the crook of your neck

Miguel: “I know, I’ll be better for you…” You felt his lips latch onto your neck and pepper you in small kisses, “I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” He groaned against you, pushing his stiffened member against your groan and pulling out a desperate moan from your lips

Y/N: “I…I love you too Miggy…fuck!” You screamed has he drove his thick fingers into your already soaking cunt. Every curl and thrust against your plush walls pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

You cried against his shoulders. There were times when the space that was wedged between you two felt infinite then dwindled every time he came back home to you.

It was euphoria, to feel him with you again.

But every high has to come down at some point.

The sound of arguing pulled you from your sleep. It was 2 in the morning when you rolled over to see a space where Miguel was originally sleeping beside you. It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to wake up in the middle of the night to work at the kitchen table or yell to Jess about some other spider variant that messed up a mission; one named Peter seemed to come up very frequently. However it seemed like this specific conversation went on for a fairly long time, you could even begin to here Miguel’s voice shake with whoever he was speaking to.

You slipped on a new t shirt from Miguel’s drawer since the clothes you previously had on had been ripped to shreds. His voice became more and more clear as you made your way down the hall

Miguel: “Do you already have an idea on who it could be?…Fuck. Okay, I’ll *sigh* I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose in a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Y/N: “Youre leaving again aren’t you?” Your voice startled him out of his sulk.

Miguel: “…Jess suspects there’s a spider variant that’s purposely letting anomalies run loose in other dimensions. I have to handle this Y/N...”

7 hours, it took 7 hours to fall into the same old routine. It was honestly amusing at this point, all you could do was laugh. How stupid you were to think things could be any different. How stupid you were to think that HE could be any different.

Y/N: “Are you fucking serious?!” You shouted

Miguel: “Y/N Stop it, not right now please. I need you to just go back to bed and let me—

Y/N: “Let you what?! Let you leave me and come back anytime you find it convenient? How long are you gonna be gone this time Miguel, a month this time? Do you even care about the promise you kept to me? Or do I even cross your mind when you’re out there dimensions away from home playing hero for everyone else but me? This isn’t a hotel Miguel, this is our home! At least that what it fucking used to be!” You fumed. He towered above you but that didn’t stop from getting in his face, “It’s not fair Miguel! You don’t get to leave me alone for weeks and come back and fuck me thinking that’ll make it all better! You have to be better!”

Miguel: “You need to stop acting like you’re the only person in my world that needs my attention! I’m not a monster for putting the safety of the multiverse first. Im sorry I can’t be here to rock you to bed and give you a kiss goodnight all the time. Sometimes we have to put personal matters on the back burner Y/N, it’s called responsibility!” He gathered his phone and the rest of his belongings off the kitchen table

Miguel: “I have enough to worry about as it is, having you and Jess blowing up my phone to go to some party with people I don’t even know doesn’t he—

Y/N: “What?” Your tone was softer and started to become laced with hurt, it was evident in the way your voice started to shake, “Jess called you that night and it took you a week to come back?”

Realization of what he just said settles in and it makes his brows furrow in frustration and both himself and you. When he looks over at you with that same stupid emotionless face he always has you can’t help but boil with anger. His nonchalance towards your problems made you curl your fist until your knuckles turned white

Y/N: “No you’re not a monster, but you are an ASSHOLE for making me believe you could balance work and me! Why are you even with me if you can’t—

Miguel: “This conversation is over, I have a job to do and youre keeping me from doing it.” He cut you off harshly, dismissing your concerns yet again.

Y/N: “I never asked you to sacrifice your obligations! I said from the beginning that being a hero comes first, just make some goddamn time for me now and then! Why Miguel? Why do I have to beg you to see my family at Christmas?! Why do I have to beg you to meet my friends or give me an ounce of attention?! Why do I have to ask you to care about me?!”, This was frustrating him too much, your lack of understanding was infuriating. Miguel had to leave before he said something he might regret. He turned away from you and your manic sobbing and made his way to the window seal without another word, afraid that he might damage things worse than they already were by speaking

Y/N: “If we switched places I wouldn’t DARE treat you as terribly as you treat me—

Miguel: “WELL YOURE NOT ME! YOU SIT AT A DESK AND DOODLE ON A FUCKING COMPUTER! YOUR CAREER IS A JOKE, A CHILD COULD DO WHAT YOU DO. YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO THIS WORLD, I DO.” His nostrils flared and his eyes burned red with anger, “SO DONT YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY LIFE LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHAT IVE HAD TO SACRIFICE JUST TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT IN THIS WORLD!”

Y/N: “GOD. YOU ARE SUCH A CUNT!”

Miguel: “AND YOURE A REPLACEMENT!”

Miguels eyes widened and his rampage instantly stopped. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his mouth, and honestly he couldn’t either. He didn’t mean it at all, he wanted to take back those words as soon as the left his mouth, he just wanted to leave. Why didn’t you just let him leave? He wouldve been right back. The air was thick and uncomfortable, your combined heavy breathing was the only thing filled the space between the two of you.

Miguel: “I…I’ll be right back.” There was a shakiness in his voice and in his movement when he stepped out onto the fire escape.

Y/N: “Dont come back. If you leave tonight…don’t come back Miguel.” You spoke in a tone barely above a whisper

Miguel: “We’ve said things we don’t mean…I’ll be back later to fix things.” His suit integrated onto his body and he leapt off of the building ledge. A blur of blue and red was the only trace he left behind.

The truth was out now, how Miguel really felt towards you. You were never a first priority or even a second or third, you were nothing but a soul to fill the space where something else was missing. His wife, his daughter, you never tried to stand in their place or become what they were to him, but now you knew that’s the only reason Miguel kept you around. You were his vice

Your heavy cries carried throughout the apartment as you laid in bed cradling the maroon cardigan that was in the gift box Miguel got you.

The spider society headquarters was empty and calm, but the office at the top floor was anything but. Miguel sat atop of his hovering platform brooding in silence in front of his computer monitors, It’d been like this since he arrived. Miguel was always stern and reserved, he never held a conversation with anyone other than Jess or Lyla so him being fairly quiet was normal. But for Miguel to not say anything at all was strange, and it didn’t take long for others to take notice of his behavior shift since leaving your apartment

Margo, Peter, and Jess were the last people at headquarters, after a long day of interrogating potential rogue variants the crew was finally successful and able to apprehend Spiderman on Earth-3360. What will happen to the young man wasn’t decided yet but catching him was a cause for celebration. The group sat around the cafeteria table sharing empanadas and Soju for a few minutes before they went back to their own universes

Margo: “Yeah Ive been in his office all day with him and Lyla and he’s barely said 2 sentences, he wasn’t even mean during interrogation. It’s like he didn’t have it in him to yell. I think he’s depressed or something.”

Peter: “I thought he was always depressed, that’s like his thing isn’t it? That’s why he’s not funny.” He joked and finished off the last empanada

Jess: “I don’t know but I need to get home, my back is killing me and I can’t deal with The Grinch any longer.” She said taking letters hand to help her up from the chair.

The group said goodnight to each other, Margo logged off and Jess went home to some much needed rest, honestly this line of work seems too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Peter made his way up to Miguel’s office, who he knew could hear the entire conversation thanks to his enhanced hearing.

Peter: “You know they’re right Miguel…” he shouted up to Miguel who was brooding on his platform

Miguel: “About what?” he asked in a condescending tone

Peter: “About you, you don’t think we’ve noticed you moping around all day. Do you wanna tell me what the deal is so you can stop pouting?” he swung onto the platform and took a seat next to Miguel, crossing his arms and sitting firm in place waiting for Miguel’s response but he was met with silence, “Is it the rogue variant? Cuz we’re not gonna let this happen again…”

Miguel: “No.”

Peter: “Miles? Gwen? Ben?”

Miguel: “No it’s none of them.” He turned his attention away from him and focused on organizing the handful of papers on his desk

Peter: “Then what is it? Is it Y/N?”

Miguel: “Did I say anything about Y/N?! Why even bring her up?!” He snapped, it was exhausting having to work and act like every terrible thing he said wasn’t weighing on his mind. Miguel couldn’t even interrogate the variant with losing focus, having to have Jess switch him out is gonna remain one of the most embarrassing points in his Spider-Man career. Peter was never a first choice for a sounding board, but it was only going to get worse for Miguel if he didn’t turn to someone for advice, because Lord knows he was terrible at handling relationship problems on his own

Miguel: “I said something bad, really really bad Peter…” he confessed. He took a seat in the chair next to him

Peter: “Do you wanna be more specific?”

Miguel: “I told her that her career was a joke. Then I called her…a replacement.” Peters eyes widened, he knew Miguel was capable of harsh words, he’d seen it first hand with Miles but this was unexpected. Especially with you, the girl he fawned over and practically stalked at work until you made the first move.

Peter: “Shit, Miguel. That’s really messed up…Did you mean it?” He asked

Miguel: “No of course not! I didn’t mean any of it, I was just frustrated. I’m not the bad guy for prioritizing my duties! She just wasn’t listening Peter, she wasn’t understanding any of what I was saying or where I was coming from. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Peter: “So why did you say it?!” Peter exclaimed

Miguel: “I DONT KNOW!”, He slouched over in his chair and cradled his head in his hands, his own words made him sick to his stomach. How he urged to tell you how guilty he was for what he said, for never being there, for making you feel like you didn’t mean anything, “I just wanted her to be quiet, everything she was saying was right but it made me feel guilty and awful. I wanted to make her feel worse than I felt. God I’m so fucking dumb…”

Peter: “You know I’m not good with this, it wasn’t long ago that I was a sad piece of shit too with a partner at home who basically couldn’t stand me. That being said, I also know that when it feels like nothing you say can make up for everything you said, and you said A LOT, maybe too much. I would never say something like that, that was insane…”

Miguel: “Peter…” he said through gritted teeth

Peter: “Sorry sorry, that being said when it feels like there’s nothing you can say that could make up for everything you said, a simple apology means more than you think it does. A real apology Miguel.” Peter looked at him, he didn’t need words to know that Peter was basically tell him to finally get his shit together.

Miguel: “What if she doesn’t accept it?”

Peter: “She will if you mean it…”

Passing buildings were a blur to Miguel, he was racing home so fast he couldn’t even focus on anything around him. While he swung from structure to structure he planned out every single thing he’d say to you, how he’s sorry for failing you in this relationship and he’d change for the both of you. He even tried to remember if there was still cinnamon in the spice cabinet so he could make you your favorite comfort drink, champurrado.

Miguel soon landed on the fire escape outside your apartment, you made a habit of leaving the curtains open for him so he could see if you were up or not and now it was an involuntary part of your routine. He peeked inside and saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed, hoping to come join you he tried to open the window but it wasn’t budging.

‘Had you locked it on purpose?’ He thought to himself, no you couldn’t have, you always left in unlocked for him. But when he saw the book you had used to block the window from being moved he panicked. Miguel knocked on your window, frantic and desperate

Miguel: “Y/N! Y/N! Unlock the window!” He pleaded. His knocking stirred you out of your sleep and you sat up in your bed, your puffy eyes on full display. When you finally looked over at him you were emotionless just as he was to you, it terrified him seeing you look at him with no longing or affection

Miguel: “Let me in…please cariño”, he begged

You were so tired, you were so tired of wondering why your boyfriend left you to question his love for you and now after tonight you know why. You stood face to face with him, the window still a barrier between you and him. It ate away at you but you couldn’t stand another night asking yourself why you weren’t getting the love you deserved. You had your answer and you didn’t need Miguel around anymore, not if you were going to be another substitute for what was missing.

Miguel: “Y/N…Y/N please wait!—

You closed the curtain in his face and went back to bed but it didn’t stop his knocking and pleading, begging for you to let him in and mend what he broke. It continued for an hour until you were convinced he eventually gave up and left. Him being gone finally gave you a chance to break down once again into your sheets, but Miguel sat on the fire escape listening to every choked out sob and hiccup you let out. Every painful cry the he caused you and now he wondered if he’d ever be able to fix it.

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last updated: august 3, 2024

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im sorry for asking this cuz you're probably busy with other asks but can I get the main 3 x reader who practices taekwondo?

Sorry that this took so long! School and life hit me pretty hard. This topic was really fun though!

Main 3 and Taekwondo!Reader

For those who don’t know: Taekwondo is a martial art that prioritizes kicking and punching as its main source of techniques. It can be used in conjunction with melee weapons, however, It is primarily a defensive art that doesn’t focus on pure violence as a method of ending fights. As such, our dear Reader fights defensively and will often do their best to leave their opponents alive (though, admittedly, very unconscious).

Deimos

He honestly finds your flexibility rather impressive, not to mention your balance and ability to stay on your feet despite executing several moves that involve jumps and near flips. He also admires the sheer force behind your blows.

Like, yeah, he can lug Hank around pretty well, but Dei’s always been more of a distance fighter. He can mano-y-mano in a pinch and well, Nevada pinches back a lot.

So he finds you,,, really cool. How you’re just willing to go in the fray sometimes and kick some major ass with only disables and blocks.

You could probably throw him over your shoulder too and he’d thank you for it.

He also wouldn’t mind the occasional spar between just the two of you, if just so he can spend some time seeing how you execute all these neat moves.

He also finds you pretty calming, likely because you don’t seem to emanate the murder urge that most folks have.

Hank

They find you pretty confusing, Hank's always been a person of violence and bloodshed so it's baffling sometimes to encounter someone who fights so cleanly but rarely draws blood or kills.

They may think of you weak for this, that you're too soft to land the killing blow.

But at the same time, you're a survivor. You've lasted so long even with these pacifistic ways of ending fights and knocking out people yet you still live.

There's strength in how you move and how you act. The sheer restraint in your hits and blows.

If they see you, truly and utterly enraged. The brutal beating you give—but still leaving your attackers sprawled and unconscious, skin darkening with broken blood vessels. It's entrancing.

He finds himself wanting to see more. What will happen if you encounter an enemy too strong for your methods to work? Would you then use tooth and nail to tear them apart? Or would you finally pick up a firearm and unleash true carnage?

He kind of wants to study you.

Sanford

Like Hank, he’s a little bewildered by you not killing people. Sanford’s always been more of the brawler to Deimos’ support so he’s more hands-on and willing to do permanent and major harm—especially given how his bounty has torture listed to get important information. He does admire strength and speed, which you’ve got plenty in spades.

Unlike Hank, he more or less finds your unwillingness to kill cute. 

Maybe a little pathetic, but he won’t deny that he enjoys seeing people go up against you and fail miserably before they get knocked out. 

He’d also like to spar with you, seeing as a lot of the moves you use, while defensive, can be used efficiently as brutal attacks. Simply because you get someone right where you want them and defenseless. 

He’s kind of a cheerleader sometimes if you go into a fight with semi-overwhelming odds. The rest of the squad has your back, but golly it’s so cool to see all the acrobatics and rolls you can do to get out of a tight squeeze.

Can you get a “HELL YEAH?”, cause he definitely will give you one.

[mizdroidloids-tomfoolery]

WHAT IF GUYS HEAR ME OUT WHAT IF ACE ATTORNEY AGE-UP FUTURE AU WHATEVER IT'S CALLED TERUMOB

but like canon still happens right right right but up until the big cleanup arc whatever it's called and the idea of this fic (ignore how it sends u 2 chapter 59 i'm too lazy 2 fix tht) by @spacepajamas956 (this is ur tumblr right sorry if i pinged the wrong person LMFAO) BUUUUT reigen isn't there--instead it's CLAW the big bad also just the same claw guys in the fic and anyways those claw guys r the equivalent of von karma whats his name. teru doesn't try to fight claw because like DUH no mob and teru pookie as much as i know ur strong, mob kinda did save ur ass in claw (and reigen but eh)

ok but anyways then claw gets the crap beaten outta them by some other team of espers also teru was there and somehow took a page out of mob's book and thats why serizawa's at spirits and such--also the kageyama's r still living w/ the claw guys cus the claw guys left before claw got taken down and they took the kageyama's w/ them cus "if these children become lawyers we'll be rich" but i mean richer because one of the claw guys has a law degree and finally put it to use. don't ask me why they worked at claw this is a rant not a full fledged au.

they r still bad grrr so ritsu gets the "fransizka how do i spell her name" treatment due to his good grades and shit but mob is kind of the scapegoat blah blah blah y'know what im going at here. i think mob's shyness would just be repressed cus of bad bad "caretakers" yk?

so blah blah blah ace attorney shit y'know y'know mob becomes a prosecutor blah blah blah teru goes from art school to THE LAW!!!!! and plot of ace attorney STARTS!

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going back to the first block of text i feel like reigen would've tried desperately to try to get into contact w/ mob but like. failed y'know and like teru would say "he prob got kidnapped by claw LETS GO BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA THEM-" then reigens like "no dumbass we r two people against an organization?? excuse me? and i'm not even an esper" and also does teru know reigen's not an esper i think he doesn't before finale s3...

i don't want to just say "oh yeah reigen closed spirits and such" because just hear me out i'll explain myself. teru starts working w/ reigen bcus reigen makes a deal such as maybe "i'll buy you art stuff as ur paycheck" and i think teru's into art at this time fuck you so teru starts working w/ reigen and then in the future and shit the only reason teru finds out mob is a prosecutor is bcus of reigen reading the newspaper like an old person lmfao so yeah...

i think dl-6 would be replaced by the disappearance of the kagamine kageyama brothers and teru's kind of a like murder/kidnappign whatvere the fuck it's called lawyer or some shit idfk. oh and also tome is larry.

thank u for listening 2 my ted talk ^^

[blueskittlesart]

I see you responded to my anon without using my anon.

That's cute, but telling of the kind of person you are.

With that being said, I'm sorry about my past few anons telling you to stfu about your interests and calling your takes retarded. Although i stand by my anon that if you're really gonna tell someone to kill themselves because they use the word "retarded" you're probably retarded, i want to tell you that i didn't realize you would take such offense to that word.

Honestly, you look like you're about 4-5 more hate posts from hitting the self delete button, so i just want to tell you that's not my intention. I really do enjoy your art and i really do think you have a lot to share. Me telling you to stfu about your niche interests was just me trying to get back at you. Truthfully i like that you have so much to share, i just felt i was being attacked because when i asked how botw was transphobic you just decided to call me stupid without addressing my question.

But to be honest you give off this energy that you're so sheltered from the real world that you forget that there's more going on in the real world than someone using the r-slur. I just want to point that out because although i know i can't change you, since you think what you're fighting for is truly just, i don't blame you for forgetting about the rest of the world. I just think you have a lot of room to grow. I hope you do grow and change and come to the realization that what you're trying to defend is definitely a priority, but we have a lot more going on.

Sincerely, the professional hater that loves you, and doesn't want to see you fail at identifying what is truly important. I get it though, to you I'm just selfish for implying that what you believe in isn't as important as what i believe in. So I'll just say i hope you do okay out there. Good luck. And stay safe.

im going to be honest i genuinely cannot read this. like idk what the hell this guy is even trying to say and also they're already blocked anyway. but if any of you maybe want to preemptively block to avoid potentially being called slurs for literal weeks in your asks among other harassment, i recommend blocking this FUCKING IDIOT! thank you everyone and have a nice night <3

[konohamaru-sensei]

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i tag every ship that i possibly know and will not shiptag anything that the op did not shiptag (could be platonic). I will not character tag because thats way too much work im sorry.

[jacketkat]

battle kitty images i havent posted in a few days, been causually fighting art block and these were drawn over several days

do not worry, i kicked its ass

shown here are our guys Basset, a loner who works at a cat bar as the guy who throws troublemakers out with his buddy (boyfriend)

Blackchin, an old forestclan warrior whos a very lost pirate that joined during a massive flood. He soon will end up a kittypet for a short while and go under the name Flapjack (sparrow).

Indy, a kittypet living with an ex street racer who has an obsession with cars. He WILL rant about them.

Rattlestrike, a cactusclan warrior who never recovered from the death of his mother an then father and is just fresh off killing someone in a civil war with his clan

and Starlingflight, a young castleclan warrior who tries his best to be stoic and a hero charather but ends up having to constantly keep his sister on a leash (and fails miserably despite having a whole other cat to help him out) and also that he visits his adopted mother who was banished after being accused of murder, with said sister.

also these are all for a kitty kat rp ive got, maybe ill do the super cool thing where i make a dramatic scene that happened or maybe ill stay silly about it because im still the guy with the lost pirate

[koukwst]

Intro & GGJ2023

Hello world, this is my new attempt to start blogging about my game dev journey as well as stuff related to my work. Previous attempts failed hard, however I believe this time I will manage to write a new article from time to time. Hence, the first topic will refer to my experience of participating in the weekly Global Game Jam 2023 on my own. Let’s break it down day by day.

On Saturday afternoon I was watching the live stream event waiting for the theme announcement. I already knew I wanted to do a simple, third person, action game in order to practice my stylized modeling skills, design a character and create something fun to play. This year the theme was “roots” of which I was not that fond, thus I started web searching for some inspiration while brainstorming ideas. Using some AI tools like ChatGTP crossed my mind, although eventually I did not proceed with them. While searching, I came across some artworks of mandragora and it became my starting point.

After a couple of hours, I had decided that I would create a twin stick action game with farmer Joe (protagonist), who lives in his farm (setting) and tries to harvest vegetables from the ground (goal) with his shovel (weapon). Evil mandragoras (enemy) have possessed his farm, meaning that there is a chance of harvesting an angry enemy who summons other mandragoras instead of vegetables. Joe has to protect his farm and fight the baddies while gathering his precious veggies.

On Sunday I started with the pre-production by creating a miro board with my ideas, a production timeline, lists of props that need to be created as well as mechanics to be implemented, references for the characters and the environment, and finally references for the art style. 

I set the timeline pretty loose which turned out to be a good idea eventually.

Since I was alone, I decided to stick to miro and not use any other task management tool. I updated the board during the development keeping the design document alive.

On Sunday afternoon I started the environmental design. The style which I had decided was unlit, inspired by an “untitled game” with vertex coloring for some fake ambient occlusion/shade painting. By the evening I had finished with most of the environmental props when I drained away from the PC screen because I was feeling inexplicably tired.

The next day found me sick (explaining the previous day’s tiredness). I decided to stay in bed since I could not do anything and had no other option.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I finished with the environmental props, the basic sculpt and the texturing of the enemy (although I was not very happy with it and decided to change it if I found time) and the block-out of the main character. At that time, I realized that I was a bit off my initial plan but since it was not very strict, I could manage to catch up.

On Thursday I was finally feeling well and I managed to finish farmer Joe (sculpting, optimization & texturing) which was pretty badass for such a short period of time. I felt great with the result!

Late in the evening I rigged the model (using mixamo of course, ain’t nobody got time for manual rigging during a jam), downloaded some animations and made some bone weight paint corrections for the head and the shoulders.

All visual assets were ready, I was ready to jump into Unity and start the development, whereas being only one day behind the initial plan.

On Friday or The Controller Day I started “giving life” to my character Joe. I wanted to create a responsive controller with smooth movement, thus I used two techniques with which I was not very familiar. Root motion movement (it also fits the theme right :D) and blend trees. After 4-5 hours of testing and trying things, I managed to make Joe move with various speeds (slow stealthy move and running) and set looking direction. The character did not slide due to the use of root motion and the controller felt pretty natural. With the use of Unity’s Input System, it was very easy to implement keyboard and mouse bindings as well.

The only thing left to do was to add another animation override layer for the (un)equip of the shovel, the attack, the digging and dying animation.

On Saturday or The Environmental Design Day I brought all the assets which I created into Unity. I wanted to spawn the environment procedurally, so I created two “clever” spawning managers; one for the arena and the fences and one for all the other assets. The managers checked the objects so as not to collide with each other and spawned them according to my design parameters. The most challenging part was the placement of fruits on the surface of the tree leaves. Since the script was a bit heavy, I decided to keep it in editor time and spawn the arena on my computer, instead of letting it be spawned every time the game begins.

At this point I need to highlight that every game jam game must be completed at the last minute.

For this reason Sunday can be called Actually Making the Game Day. Up to that moment I had achieved the movement of my character in the environment , nonetheless there was no game. The first thing I implemented on Sunday morning was adding vegetable spawning positions (using the environment spawning manager) that bring either veggies (points) or enemies. Only some hours had left and I still had no enemy. Do you remember when I said that I was not happy with the enemy model and that I would fix it in the future? That never happened so I implemented the model that I had, something between a mandragora and a bad-shaped potato. I created a basic enemy movement manager by using root motion for one more time and I implemented Unity’s navigation AI for its movement on the terrain. With only a couple of hours left, I thought that I would not be able to make the enemy enable other enemies. In order to make the game gradually more difficult, I decided to spawn an enemy over the veggie/enemy spawning position, after the first time that position got harvested. Finally, I added some sounds, an instructions panel, polished whatever I could during the last minutes, baptized the game Untitled Farm Game and presented it at the Discord event of my game jam’s location.

To conclude, it was a great experience and overall I am happy with the result. I believe that I archived my initial goals more or less, learned new stuff and practiced my skills. Setting a reasonable plan was a smart choice since I lost a whole day being sick and two days of not being at my full potential.

You can check the trailer of the game below, check the art on Artstation or play the game on itch.io.

I hope you enjoyed this article and not just considered tl;dr. See you on the next one (assuming that there will be one in the future).

[peachy-mfbb]

lol may or may not low key be getting back into mfbb idc its summer I'm bored af I'm nostalgic it's been years but it's so funny how my taste in characters has completely shifted and now I stan tetsuya instead of tsubasa who was my fav for years

[sunjakes]

things that remind me of enhypen

genre: fluff word count: 259 warnings: mentions of food, intended lowercase a/n: yes, i gave each member an entire album :> take this as i try to get out of writers block for my heesun wips ... im trying i promise ><

↪︎ lee heeseung 이희승

starry skies, holding hands, djesse volume three by jacob collier, sharing earbuds, worn out converse, sneaking glances, late night trips to the convenience store, drives to nowhere, peonies, binge watching shows on netflix, acoustic guitar, studio ghibli films

↪︎ park jongseong 박종성

silver jewelry, woodsy colognes, traveler by official hige dandism, lingering eye contact, forehead kisses, the chronicles of narnia, drive in movies, roses, wandering through shopping centers, collared shirts, cuddles on rainy days, reading/writing poetry

↪︎ sim jaeyun 심재윤

daisies, flannels, chip chrome and the mono tones by the neighbourhood, cuddling, dog parks, back hugs, the scent of vanilla, pendant necklaces, stargazing, carnival dates, cherry lip balm, wes anderson films, cracking cheesy jokes

↪︎ park sunghoon 박성훈

the smell of hardcover books, coffee dates, city slicker by ginger root, linked pinkies, movie nights, delphiniums, holding hands in jacket pockets, journaling love letters, shimmery eye shadow, vases filled with flowers, art museums, string lights

↪︎ kim sunoo 김선우

tinted lip oils, golden shades of yellow, chat-shire by iu, laughing at the tiniest things, strawberry candies, apple hair, mirror selfies, iced coffee, lilies, staring contests (that fail), matching hoodies, squishing cheeks, pouty kisses, baking together, pillow fights

↪︎ yang jungwon 양정원

the sound of a cat’s purr, messing around on playgrounds, how will you know if you never try by coin, pet stores, picnic dates, late night walks in the park, sunflowers, competitive games of mario kart, distracting each other while reading, playful nudges

↪︎ nishimura riki 西村力

arcade dates, polaroid photos, human bloom by radwimps, photo booths, fields of cosmos, folders filled with embarrasing photos, picking wildflowers, car rides with the windows down, claw machines, super tight hugs, ruffling each others hair

[sakamotokaori]

god i feel your pain this entire season ive been praying kaori will change her programs but she still hasnt and now the world is really gonna have to see her horrible woman program at the olympics 😭 the worst part is benoit has made good programs for her so why did he suddenly decide to sabotage her during an olympic season and if kaori retires after this with woman being her last competitive skate ill track down benoit and make him pay

the size of this mans ego is built almost directly off of the few good programs he has created for kaori. i’ve very rarely heard praise for the work hes done for other people, there is/was very outspoken dread for anything benoit does because he cannot construct a good program outside of being pretentious, creating what he thinks to be high art and it comes off like a child choreographed it with only verbal direction after watching one contemporary dance performance on youtube.

ive come to enjoy gladiator well enough, i think it plays into kaori's style a lot better and the step sequence is where she really pulls it off but i think that was bound to work for her at some point, its something she'd struggle to fail at, but the on the nose-ness of woman is just humiliating to watch as a fan. somehow there's a storyline being spoken aloud but nothing is actually portrayed it is soooo surface level? voiceovers are such an embarrassing way to force a concept and background into a program and the whole thing comes off as more of a pantomime than amelie ever was and he had her actually acting out a fucking broken doll (i think lol. i love amelie but it was again ON THE NOSE) the almost childish demand that she keeps the program because it will ruin the matching short and free is worse, i had to block him because he's a name searcher lol but fighting back on twitter with stans saying go and ask her if she likes it can you please grow up and rot in hell when you eventually do and second its a program about women empowerment and you aren't actually affording a woman that decision? Crazy! seems like you really care about us benoit 😍

i was honestly thinking at the beginning of the season IS this to nerf kaori because its inexplicable how he'd keep being so fucking stubborn over this when the backlash was so immediate after its first performance and has only grown, he stands to gain nothing except what kind of moral superiority or level of 'artistic integrity' he can fuel his next egofest with in his shiny head for sticking it out. i also cant understand the braindead insistence of keeping the flutz that can so easily bury her if they decide to call it at the olympics in her short program when the point difference between that and a 3Lo is so minimal and the latter has a infinitely higher chance of getting +4's / +5's. whatever

im not sure she'll retire just yet i know she's spoken about it, i think winning nationals and being the top lady in japan this season could have given her a little extra confidence to continue for a bit longer, but at any rate i hope she runs in the opposite direction any time benoit approaches her again!!!! for competitive or show programs ANYTHING let him go and give his embarrassing work to someone else. im begging on my knees. ill even help you pay anything babe anything look at me you never need choreo from him again you're stronger than this 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

and he's so lucky i spent the money i had tentatively saved for worlds 2022 because i would have happily gotten arrested in france for finding and smashing the shit out of his vehicle in the car park /j

[prinnamon]

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