#im gonna keep it for nostalgia though

[yeloenk]

WOOO PARABLE!!!! redesign yay!!!!!

im gonna go more in depth for exemplum and parable's redesigns in this post -- it'll be under the cut!

DISCLAIMER!!! this is NOT to bash CS.MT or their designs at all! this is all something i did for fun and nostalgia/love of the AU.

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when first sketching out some design ideas for the two, i had long forgotten they were redesigned by CS.MT themselves in 2021! these designs are a HUGE upgrade from the old ones, but i do think they could be better from a character design standpoint.

this is the two parable designs by CS.MT side by side. the one on the right is absolutely a huge improvement, and honestly, the one i have the least changes to.

in my redesign, i brought back the original crow elements the first one had, since he's meant to be based off one. i gave him back his black wings with lighter speckles, along with the addition of crow feet/legs! i thought it was pretty cool that his 2021 design has bird feet, but they're chicken feet, not crow feet. which, doesn't make much sense when considering the animal he's supposed to be based off of. it also appears that his legs have two sections, instead of three? i can't exactly tell with the pants, but i tried to make it more obvious his legs are three bones instead of two.

i also have an issue with the piece of fabric covering his tail feathers. the tail feathers are very important for flying, allowing birds to keep balance and steer themselves in the air. so, draping a thick fabric over it doesn't make sense to me. i kept the drapery around his waist, just removing the back fabric.

i decided to change up their other clothing a bit as well! i made the browns more saturated, which is just a personal preference, since i love warmer colors. i added back the swirls in his original design onto his pants, since i thought they were really cute and added visual interest! i also gave him a belt with the colors of their vials, just to add more color to his design. honestly i couldn't find a way to properly include his vials being on them without it looking funky, so i imagine he would keep them at their nest to be safe.

i also added pockets to the belt for them to collect shiny things! crows love shiny things, so i think parable would collect them and bring them back to the nest he shares with the crows.

that's really all i have to say for parable -- other parts should be self explanatory!

now, moving on to exemplum. his design is the one i had the most issues with.

the 2021 design is definitely an improvement in aesthetics, pose, and general outfit design -- however, the character design itself does not convey what it should.

exemplum is meant to be based off a moon jellyfish, a vibrant blue sea creature. he's also meant to live in the water, for the majority of his life. neither the first or second design convey that very well with the dry-land clothes, however, i do think the first design is better in a way.

the colors & shape language of the clothes say "jellyfish guy who lives in the sea" more than his new clothes. i like the way the top poncho (?) piece of clothing resembles the jellyfish's dome, while the strings trail out like it's stingers. the swirls also remind me of ocean waves, as well as the wavy eyelight and eye strings. in comparison, the newer design feels a lot more bland, and the only thing that could possibly tell you he's meant to be a jellyfish creature living in the sea is the arm strings—which, if you know about error sans, could come across as anything but jellyfish stingers! this is not a good thing, unless that was possibly the point of the design? though, i don't think it was.

this is my redesign of him!

first thing that i HAD to change was the arm strings. i made them into actual jellyfish stingers, with long frills and shorter strings at the top (in reference to the moon jellyfish itself!). i switched his eyelight back to the swirly one, as well as his eye strings.

moving on to the clothes, these desperately needed a massive overhaul. exemplum lives in the sea, meaning he would NOT wear a lot of fabric, since there's no need to & it would be a huge inconvenience while swimming around. i removed the bandages too, since those didn't make any sense to me either. i gave him a pair of loose-fabric pants that he stitched together himself instead, as well as a rope belt and some gold chains for decoration. i added back the vibrant blues and swirls of his old design onto his pants, to resemble the ocean waves. since i removed his scarf, i instead put the "assasin" symbol as a tattoo on his sternum!

i also changed up the colors of his bones a little, making them more purple-pinkish to mesh together better. i made the colors much more vibrant than his 2021 design, because i think they look really cool with underwater creature designs! they're meant to serve as a warning to other creatures as well, to not mess with him, similar to how poisonous animals are typically brightly colored.

to top this off, i gave him spotted turtle feet! they are semi-aquatic guys that can live on both land and sea, so i thought that would make sense for exemplum instead of having normal skeleton feet. plus, if parable gets animalistic feet, i think exemplum should as well :-) just for fun, i gave him a turtle tail, too.

here are the two redesigns side-by-side!! if you have any thoughts to add, feel free to!! i'm very happy with how these came out.

Exemplum & Parable by CS.MT

[shouyuus]

─── Ⅵ MARCO, PORO

sfw, florist!reader x bartender!vi au; nothing but fluff for the (belated) bday girl @vifilms !!! i hope you like it bby!!!! im sorry it so late but u asked for fluff and i had to deliver! :D and @nightcityaliens as well bc this was vaguely based off of one of your asks!

she finds him after your third date (or, not even really a date because it wasn't really planned — but then again, your previous two dates are also kind of off-cuff; you making good on your promise to "buy her a drink" and showing up with coffee the next morning at yours), the pair of you sharing breakfast at the cafe around the corner not even a week later, you lost in the eos-blue of her eyes, her entranced by the morning glory shade of your laughter, the glittering giddiness of new love bubbling through you both, threatening to spill over, light as just-poured champagne.

he's a wet nose and big floppy ears and eyes so dark and watery you can almost fall into them.

"he was just in a box in the alley behind the bar," vi says, cradling the puppy in her arms as you blink at them both, framed in your doorway, vi in her striped slacks and white shirt, the puppy the color of a summer sunrise — a spill of pale gold — the pair of them limned in the technicolored burst of flowers that line your store.

"oh!" is the only thing you can say, wiping your palms on your pinafore.

as if on cue, poro leaps up onto your opened windowsill, her whiskers twitching forward as she takes in the scene. her ears turn, her head lilts, a flash of pink tongue across her silken white fur as she lets out a soft purr before leaping deftly off the windowsill to wind herself between your ankles, looking up at you with her big blue eyes, trilling out an inquisitive mreow? as if to ask — and what is the meaning of this?

you sigh, reaching down to scoop her up, sinking your fingers into her coat.

in vi's arms, the puppy yips, panting, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he squirms.

"what should we name him?" vi asks, laughing as she scritches the puppy behind his ears and his hind leg thumps against the air. you feel the now-familiar coil of warmth in your chest as you watch vi hoist the puppy up and bury her face in his petal-soft belly.

"i — i don't know — is vander gonna be okay with keeping a dog in the bar?" you ask, shifting to the side to set poro down on a workbench, where she tip-toes to the edge and sits, perched, her fluffy tail wrapping around her paws as she assesses the situation.

"yeah, he'll be fine — he's a big softy for animals, especially for strays," she says, chuckling as she allows the puppy to knaw on her thumb, his paws almost too large for the rest of him. there's a helpless nostalgia in her voice, and then you remember, with a jolt, that vi's adopted, along with the rest of her makeshift siblings.

"oh… right. well —" you swallow, turning around and reaching for a handful of bright yellow carnations, "maybe you can ask him for a name!"

a soft yip followed by a streak of white fur makes you jerk around, only to find vi standing by the edge of the workbench, holding the puppy out towards where poro had been sitting a second before, a guilty smile on her face.

"whoops — i uh — i was hoping they could be friends."

you purse your lips around a laugh, looking down to find poro crouched beneath the bench, her tail tapping against the leaf-strewn floor, casting you a reproachful look.

"come on, poro… don't be like that…" you crouch down to offer her a hand in consolation. she regards it for a brief moment before bumping her head against it, though her tail still swishing behind her in a silent flag of displeasure.

"poro? that's a cute name — how'dyou come up with that?"

you push back up, going back to the carnations as vi readjusts her grip on the puppy, who's now very invested in chewing on the ends of her dyed pink hair.

you shrug, "dunno, actually… it just kinda felt like it fit, no?"

you glance at her, only to find her smiling.

"what about marco?"

you blink placidly at her, fighting the incredulous wingbeat laughter fluttering at the back of your throat.

"really? marco and poro?"

vi's grin only grows, "c'mon! it's cute!"

your lips twitch into an unwiling smile even as you turn back to your carnations with a deep sigh. it is cute, but it's also terribly, horribly, world-endingly cheesy. the kind of cheese that melts into dad-joke territory where you'd once promised yourself you'd never slip into. but, here you are, slipping. and all because the hot butch bartender from across the street bought you some goddamned flowers from your own goddamned shop.

"it's not the worst name," you conceed; vi takes it for the victory it is, whooping as she tosses the puppy into the air, catching him and holding him out above her in a pose alarmingly reminiscent of simba from the lion king. you head her off before she can start singing the song, flapping your hands at her even as poro lets out another imperious mewl from under your workbench.

"okay, okay — you and marco are both distracting me! i'm not gonna have the outdoor arrangements done by opening."

vi's shoulders bunch up around her ears as she drapes marco over her one shoulder, shooting you a sheepish smile.

"oops, sorry. i'll uh — i'll swing by before opening shift then?"

you purse your lips around a smile that's already bourbon-soaked and honey-spread.

"sure, yeah. we can uhm —" you motion at marco as he flops nearly backwards out of vi's arms, "take him for a walk, or something."

vi's entire face lights up, "yeah! that'd be —" she catches herself even as the eagerness pours from her. she clears her throat, "that'd be great," she finishes, looking back down at marco.

poro wends herself around your ankels and bumps her head against your calf. you lean down to scoop her up as well, you and vi facing one another, each with an animal cradled in your arms, hedging and hesitant as the day dawns crystaline bright outside.

"i'll — i'll see you later then," vi says.

you nod, feeling the steady swish-swish of poro's tail along your apron as you follow vi and marco to the door. poro jumps out of your arms to settle on the wide window ledge, her bright blue eyes lake-clear and midsummer-bright.

marco lets out a joyous bark as vi laughs, adjusting him in her arms as she waves at you and jogs back across the steet. right before she ducks into the darkened alley behind the bar, she twists to cast you one more smile. it's so wide that you can see it from all the way across the street.

you feel warmth plume up the back of your neck as vi shoots you a wink before letting the darkness wrap itself around her and she disappears into the back alley once more. you stand there for a moment longer, watching the place where she'd been, the after image of her printed along the insides of your eyes, her outlines painted there, fading with each and every blink.

you turn to offer poro a hand, which she bumps casually with her head, settling down into her haunches, curling her paws beneath her chest.

"i know," you say, as if in answer to her wide-eyed stare, "but… you'll grow to love them. promise."

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[arabianbaby53]

Okay so apparently it’s “crazy” to think Beth Greene might come back. That’s cute. That’s really cute. You know what’s actually crazy though? The fact that after 15 years of Comic-Cons, interviews, side-eyes, and breadcrumb-level clues, Gimple has never ever just straight up said she’s dead. Like—just say it. One sentence. Easy. But no. MAN. JUST SAY SHE'S DEAD IF SHE'S DEAD AND EXPLAIN ALL THE PLOT HOLES.

But they won’t. Because she’s not. Boom.

And let’s talk about the “burial.” Oh, you mean the invisible one? The one we never saw? The one that was allegedly happening off-camera while we were watching Tyreese get the full montage treatment? I'm sorry, were there two graves? No?? Just the one????

Beth literally says burial and death are important to her. And we’re supposed to believe Daryl “I'll-beat-a-dude-to-death-for-my-family” Dixon just shrugged and went, “Welp. Guess we’ll just toss her in the imaginary pit and move on.” Be serious. not to mention Maggie would never allow it either?

The fact that we never saw Beth’s actual burial? Fishy as FUCK! She was a main character, y’all. Not background walker #47. She had one of the most gut-punch deaths on the show and somehow. Just some off-screen grief energy.

Beth was the moral compass of the group. The heart. The last flicker of hope in a world full of rot. AND she was Gimple’s golden child. You think I’m exaggerating? That man was writing her story long before he became showrunner. Dude was sneaking her into scenes like a gremlin in the writers’ room. “Hey, what if in this scene… we just… slide in a little Beth?” Other writers: “Scott that scene takes place in a sewer.” Gimple: “Exactly. Beth in a sewer. Symbolic.”

And then the moment he gets full control in Season 4? BOOM. Beth is suddenly everywhere. The emotional center of half the episodes. Singing. Surviving. Getting whole monologues. Beth was LITERALLY getting more character development than the protagonist’s son.

Also, everyone keeps yelling at us to shut up—Carylers, Dollyer's, but if they really wanted us to stop, here’s a thought: DROP. THE. SEASON 5. CUT. FOOTAGE. Or here’s another: maybe just explain why AMC still has Emily Kinney on contract. For fun? For nostalgia? Because they just like paperwork?

And don’t even get me started on the 40,000 Beth proxies who’ve shown up since. Oh look, another blonde with moral clarity and big hopeful eyes! Groundbreaking! And literally half of Daryl Dixon’s show is just Beth callbacks with the serial numbers filed off. At this point, Daryl could stumble into a haunted music box in France that whispers “youre gonna miss me so bad when im gone” and everyone would still look at us like were insane, fr they would be like, “Yeah. Checks out, tons of music boxes say that dawg"

In conclusion: We’re not crazy. We’re just paying attention.

Also if I'm dead wrong and Gimple has said she's dead and explained all the cut footage from season five please link it to me I'll watch it in a heartbeat and admit I'm wrong???????????????? sorry for the crash out ya'll....

[icallhimjoey]

More!!! More!!!! More bookstore!joe! MORE!!!!!!!!!! we've seen his erratic behaviour when he visits the store after not having been able to come in for a while, but what about the visit before he knows he's not going to be able to come in for a while?

omg im so here for the bookstore!joe requests, but the "i already miss you even though youre still here" somehow turned into whatever this is... idk why i went where i went, my apologies, and tw for vomit Wordcount: 3K

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Lost Moments To Keep

You hadn't stopped staring at Joe with the biggest eyes. You seemed confused and weirdly mesmerised. Your eyes tunneled a little, vision darker around the edges.

"That's Joe." Anne just said, and then your eyes moved to give her the same wild look.

"And I'm Anne. We like me, a lot. We don't like Joe. You've got temporary loss of normal brain function, look, Google says." Anne held her phone to your face, too close for anything to register.

"You're not helping, Anne." Joe scolded through clenched teeth.

"Wha–"

Joe was on the phone to someone, and... you knew who that was. You knew who that was. What the fuck. What was Joe Quinn doing in your bookstore?

And why were you on the floor, exactly? Your left elbow hurt, but the back of your head much worse.

"Yea, she's awake. She hasn't lost consciousness at all." Joe said to whoever was on the other side of the line. "Confused, though. Brain's all scrambled."

"Do you feel dizzy? Google says you might feel dizzy."

"I... what day is it?"

"Oh my God, she's asking what day it is." Anne said, turning to Joe like she was blaming him for what you'd asked. In Anne's terms, she was panicking. Anyone who didn't know her, though, would think she was being exceptionally calm given she'd just witnessed her boss lift a box of books that tipped her over backwards.

Your head hurt.

And you did feel dizzy. And nauseous too, a little.

It made sense that you had fallen, but it was strange to not remember and to have two strangers fret over you in your own business.

Your eyes darted from the worried face of famous actor Joe Quinn who was stood by your feet, to the wildly uninterested face of a younger girl who sat next to you with her legs crossed as she scrolled on her phone.

"Any vision disturbance? Are you more sensitive to light than you'd usually be, do you think?" Anne asked, seemingly going down a list she'd found online.

"Okay, thanks. We'll make sure she doesn't move until you get here." Joe looked at you as he said goodbye and hung up. That looked like your phone.

"Her mum's on her way."

Why was he using your phone?

"Any mental fogginess?" Anne continued, ignoring Joe and additionally ignoring you, entirely unfussed that you weren't answering any of her questions.

"Hey," Joe softly said, catching your attention as he stepped closer and leant an elbow on the counter as he bent down a little. He smiled warmly at you when he asked, "How are you feeling?"

Joe Quinn.

Joseph Quinn.

What was he doing in your bookstore?

And who the fuck was Anne?

Your eyes moved from one to the other until you saw black spots and the pain behind your eyes grew. Your ears were ringing when you softly said, "I'm... I'm gonna throw up."

Joe almost hadn't gone in today. He almost hadn't, because he didn't really have any time to waste. But, Jesus, he was glad he was there.

God, imagine if he hadn't been.

When Joe had woken up that morning, he thought he was likely going actually insane. He was flying out for work the next day, and instead of preparing, of packing, of seeing family and friends before he'd be off for a while - instead of all that, he showed up on the bookstore's doorstep at 10 am sharp. Right when Anne unlocked and opened the door. Just because that was where he wanted to be. He kind of already missed the store, even though he was right there.

Anticipatory nostalgia; Joe could feel it in his bones.

Instead of stepping aside and letting him in, she gave him a deadpan tired stare and waited for him to take the A-frame from her hands to put outside on the pavement.

Joe happily helped out. Said, "Good morning, sunshine!" all chipper and laughed when Anne looked like she had to try really hard not to vomit.

He'd called a good morning into the store, got a faint "Morning!" in reply from the backroom where you were making yourself a coffee, and found his ledge... empty.

Anne saw him look at the spot where he usually left the books that he was reading. You'd granted him that small little surface area of the store so you wouldn't have to keep putting his books back on the shelves, and so Joe wouldn't have to go looking for those same books again the next time he'd come in. A win win little ledge of excuses for Joe to return to your store. A real privilege, Joe thought.

Except he'd left books there.

He knew he did.

Where had they gone?

"I tidied." Anne said unsentimentally and challengingly looked at Joe over her mug as she took a sip of hot coffee.

She loved being a little shit and inconveniencing Joe wherever and whenever she could. Tidying the store was part of her job, and Joe knew if he was to complain, she'd have the upper hand, because what was he even really doing? The store wasn't a library, no matter how much he had starting treating it like one.

So instead, Joe used her inconvenient power move as an excuse to take his time to browse the whole store and took care to be in the exact wrong spot at the exact wrong time.

You secretly smiled every time you heard Anne sigh with frustration and heard her mutter, "Move!" under her breath before using a shoulder to push him aside. Every single time, Joe pretended he was totally oblivious. Would go, "Oh! Sorry! Was I in the way?" all innocently, but you could see how his mouth was fighting to keep his own smile hidden.

It took maybe forty minutes for Joe to have built up a little stack of books on the small sidetable next to your granddad's armchair in the window, and then Joe sat and read undisturbed for an hour and a half.

You loved it when Joe was in.

Just sat there.

Reading.

Absolutely engrossed in his own little world.

The faint feeling of envy was always overshadowed by the joy of being allowed to unashamedly stare at him from the counter, leant on both elbows.

You'd brought him a coffee after those 90 minutes of silent reading, and he'd given you a quick wink and a smile as a thank you.

Customers filtered in and out, and you went from moments of it just being Joe in the store to having eight people needing your attention simultaneously. It was both busy and not, and the switches in energy had left you in a weird spot mentally.

You hadn't realised you'd fully skipped lunch.

You'd seen Joe dart out for some pastries, and you'd ordered Anne to get her ass into the back to go and eat something, but you never followed up on your "I'll take my lunch after."

It was why, in a moment of quiet, you'd picked up a box of books from behind the counter that had sort of been in the way the whole morning, you been unsuccessfull.

Maybe you'd gotten up too fast.

Or maybe the box was just too heavy.

The entire thing had taken you down quicker than you'd been able to get it off the floor. It didn't help that the box was open. The reflex of your body became about making sure none of the books would tip out and hit you in the face, when the reflex should've been about cushioning your fall.

You shot no arms out.

You didn't drop the box.

You just... fell.

The weight of the box pushed the air straight from your lungs and left you gasping.

The back of your head had hit the wooden floorboards so hard, you immediately saw stars.

After impact, for a short moment, it was pin-drop silent. Anne froze, pausing for a moment, listening. She was waiting for you to go "I'm all right!", but that never came.

Joe was ripped from his book at the sound of the fall, but was confused. One moment you'd been there, and then now, you were gone.

When a soft wincing gasp was heard from where you were hidden form his view, he was on his feet in an instant, rounding the counter and finding you there on the floor, box of books heavy on your stomach, eyes completely glazed over as you rapidly blinked up at the ceiling in an attempt to erase the fuzzy bits in your vision.

"Oh my G– Anne!" Joe was quick to remove the box and the books that were tumbling out. "Breathe. Careful, don't move, just focus on breathing." Joe advised as he watched you struggle.

"What dropped?" Anne asked, getting closer now and trying to find the source of the whack.

"She did."

"I know she did, but what was that–"

"That was her." Joe tried to make eye-contact. "Hey, just breathe, all right? Are you hurt?"

The eye-contact failed, as did answering Joe's question.

You hadn't even properly heard him it felt like.

Anne and Joe shared a look, for a moment both unsure of what to do. Who was going to take the lead on this? Joe didn't work there, but Anne was a literal teenager.

Before they could even think of discussing a game plan, you incoherently asked through a constricted panicked voice if anyone had thought of the fire escape. They both turned to look at you, both faces frowning in confusion.

"Huh?"

"What was that?"

Joe and Anne spoke at the same time.

"I think I forgot. Are the bugs gone?" you winced as you moved a hand to where your head hurt, and Joe was quick in deciding he was going to have to be the one to call the shots on this. He'd clearly chosen to spend all day at the bookstore for a reason, so it seemed.

It took a little while for you to return to normal.

You babbled through some more disjointed chat whilst Joe carefully checked with his fingers if your head was bleeding. It wasn't, which was good. But you did wince in pain as he slowly felt around in your hair before you tried to sit up and take your shoes off.

Anne had to fight you back down onto the floor and sternly told you to relax whilst Joe slid his folded jacket underneath your head.

When your consciousness returned into the room, you were met by a girl sat by your side who was scrolling through concussion symptoms, and a guy stood up by your feet, talking to someone on the phone.

"What's going on?" You'd asked, and Anne had just casually said, "You fell."

Joe'd called your mum on your phone. Anne knew the code. Joe told himself he'd give her a stern talk about normal-people things like privacy later. Priorities lied elsewhere right now.

And then you'd thrown up into the box of books that had taken you down earlier.

Served it right, Joe thought.

Joe'd held your hair through it, and kept brushing back little pieces that kept falling into your face. His touches were so tender and gentle but they still hurt, and you were absolutely mortified. So fucking embarrassed. There was a fucking celebrity in the store and you were vomming into a box of books that, halfway through, got swapped for an empty bucket.

It smelled awful, and it probably was the most unattractive thing in the world.

You felt like the most unattractive thing in the world.

"Sorry you had to see that." you croaked when Anne handed you a glass of water to rinse your mouth.

"We think you're concussed."

Somehow, that made perfect sense.

"You took quite the tumble. The back of your head must be hurting."

You moved to sit with your back against a cupboard door, careful to not lean your head back too far, and Joe decided to stay put next to you. Keep an eye on you. Hold your hair back in case you weren't quite done throwing up yet.

Meanwhile, Anne had moved into the backroom and did her best in trying to save whatever books she could from where you'd thrown up over them.

"Do you have any pain anywhere else?"

You paused a second to focus on the feelings inside of your body, and then moved an arm to touch the opposite elbow.

"Your elbow? Are you bleeding?" Joe used a soft hand to move your arm so he could have a look. "Does it hurt a lot?" No broken skin. Joe hoped that maybe the blow he'd heard had been your elbow, and not your actual skull.

"Stop asking her a million questions!" Anne shouted from the back, like she hadn't been doing the exact same thing before.

"You'd tell me if you weren't okay, wouldn't you?" Joe's voice remained soft and warm for you. All kind and gentle.

For a moment, you just looked at him.

"Hi," he smiled, and he saw how you were trying to puzzle the situation together. "I'm Joe."

"I know who you are."

"Oh, that's great!" Joe exclaimed.

"Were you... did you happen to just be in here to buy books, or..."

Oh.

Not so great.

You knew who he was, but you didn't know who he was.

"Um, no, not really. I actually come in here a lot. I um... you let me hog one of the armchairs where I read books."

"You do?"

"Yea, it's awfully rude of me." Joe smiled. "But I'm lucky. You're very cool about it."

Joe could feel his chest swell at the faintest hint of a smile coming from you.

"He's your boyfriend." Anne bluntly interrupted as she stepped back into the storefront, and before you could even begin to process that wild bit of information, she added, "But not really. The two of you are... you're really weird about it."

It sounded like a weird joke, and you looked between the both of them to figure out what the punchline was, because you didn't get it.

Joe just smiled when you looked at him.

"She hates it."

"I do." Anne confirmed, walking across the store to move the sign on the door to 'closed'. Your mum was going to come by and pick you up to get your head checked and there was no way Anne wasn't going to go with.

Joe craned his head to watch Anne as she went to fetch the A-frame out front and then leant close and whispered, "We kind of like that she hates it."

That made you smile into your lap.

"Have you um..." you started, suddenly frowning. "Do you have a plaster for me?"

Joe's concern immediately grew again. He wasn't quite back where he was twenty minutes ago, when you'd laid right where he was sitting now, unable to catch your breath properly, but his eyes bulged like he was just as worried anyway.

"Why? Are you bleeding? Where?"

"I've not finished my homework."

"You've not..." Joe tried to make sense of something nonsensical before he realised he'd lost you again.

Joe wondered if he could let someone know he wasn't going to be able to leave the city tomorrow. Let alone the fucking country. The prospect of leaving you like this for a few weeks and having to actually do a job seemed impossible.

How was he not going to be thinking about you all the time?

To be fair, his life was already like that, a little.

But especially now; after all this, no one could expect him to not constantly worry if you were all right, could they?

"I don't think I've got any plasters for you, sorry."

"Oh," you seemed disappointed, but only for a second. "You bought Blindness from me."

There you were. Back again. God, he really did already miss you, even though you were right there.

"I did."

"You hadn't... you'd not read it, but you'd seen the film."

"I had."

"I remember."

"Read it in one day."

You'd likely be fine.

People got concussions all the time, didn't they?

"Sorry, I'm all over the place."

"You're not actually," Joe smiled. "You're right here."

Joe was going to leave the country tomorrow, and you'd stay with your mum until you'd be one hundred per cent again. You would keep the store closed, so there was no use in him hanging around anyway. And then, when you'd be all better, he'd pop back in on a random Tuesday morning without any warning, and then he could tell you all about today. You'd likely not remember a thing of it, all of it a lost moment to you, but one that he'd get to keep. Get to cherish. Get to share with you later.

"My head hurts..." you suddenly said like you'd only just realised it.

"Yea, you fell." Joe could go through this loop again, he didn't mind.

"I did?"

"Hmm, we think you're concussed. Your mum is coming to pick you up, have you checked out by a doctor to double check and make sure you're okay."

"We?"

Joe saw how you went to reach for the back of your head again, but before your fingers could disappear into your hair, the bell above the door chimed and Anne said, "No sign of her yet."

"That's Anne." Joe calmly explained, and then reached to grab hold of your hand, protecting you from touching your painful bits again. He'd make sure to hold it until your mum arrived.

Joe saw your eyes grow wide as you recognised him again, and smiled.

"And I'm Joe."

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[terrytyun10]

TIME IS YOURS - kang taehyun

warnings: fluff, petnames, skinship note: my first written post on tumblr and decided to dedicate it to the man in my username. idk how im gonna do but oh well, we all start somewhere don't we :))

[ tags: @sikkkko @slytherinshua ]

(lowercase intended)

you looked at your watch, 22:17 it read. a cold wind flew by causing goosebumps to erupt on the back of your neck. your boyfriend was to go to Japan for a shoot. though the trip would only last around a week, you couldn't help but miss him already. thus, here you were, a night before he was supposed to take off, in front of his dorm, waiting for him to come down.

"y/n?" you heard a voice. you turned around and saw taehyun. he was wearing a black hoodie, and on his head rested a beanie. you walked towards him and pulled him in an embrace. taehyun hugged you back slowly rubbing your back.

you broke the hug after some time. "what happened baby? you fine?" he asked and you suddenly felt too embarrassed to admit that you were missing him. so much that you couldn't concentrate on your work at all since the evening. so much that you couldn't take it anymore and just rushed to his dorm. so much that you completely forgot to take a jacket or just anything to keep you warm on this cold night. so much that right now, just being in his arms made you want this moment to never end.

"nothing. i just- wanted to see you, i guess" you replied chuckling awkwardly. taehyun grinned taking your hand in his and walking towards you guys' favorite spot.

"your hands are cold" he said, softly rubbing his thumb on yours. "yeah they get cold easily" you replied. taehyun noticed your ears getting red and stopped walking. he then took off his beanie and put it on your head. after setting it, he held your cheeks that were cold and pale due to the winds and kissed your forehead making you smile.

"missed me?" he asked still holding your face. you nodded as you couldn't lie when he's looking like that at you. taehyun smirked "aww my baby" he cooed and you smiled, now crimson creeping up your cheeks.

both of you walked around the block, hand-in-hand in silence, the comfortable silence. when you reached the dorm, a wave of sadness and nostalgia washed over you. it was already time for him to leave. he would've stayed with you for the night, but if he stayed with you, you would've never wanted him to leave and taehyun who couldn't deny you, would've gotten late for his flight. so maybe it was for the better.

"thank you" you said "for taking your time out for me at this late hour." taehyun turned to face you, a neutral expression on his face and said, "i'm not 'taking' my time out for you. my time is yours, i'm just spending it with you." taehyun then smiled warmly and kissed you on the lips before going back to the dorm leaving you flustered and satisfied.

(soft taehyun agenda🫡🫡)

[carisisrolledupsleeves]

79. "we're not just friends you know that" with Sonny please please

thank you anon, i hope you like.....listening to one of my favorite songs (First Love/Late Spring by Mitski) inspired this....also Peter in Mutual Friends gif because I needed something pre-SVU (also i love Nate sm, iykyk)

i got a bit carried away with this ngl

PS: to anyone else sending prompts, im gonna be super busy in the next few days so i have no idea when ill be able to write again but keep on sending them!

‘Carisi, I swear to God you stay the fuck away from me with that water gun!’ you squeal while running to the other side of the pool to escape the ice-cold water stream he’s been trying to aim at you. 

‘You’re gonna get wet eventually!’ he warns with a smirk, making it sound incredibly suggestive. 

You shake your head at him and roll your eyes but you can’t help blushing at the same time. Admittedly, you love his childish attempts at teasing you, and you know in this atmosphere and with all the alcohol flowing this weekend, the flirting will only get worse. Not that it ever leads to anything. You’re just friends, it’s innocent. So far. And you tell yourself you don’t want it to go further even though you catch yourself staring, your eyes wandering over his body as he takes off his shirt. 

It’s always been like that between you two. Ever since you met as undergrads at St. John’s a few years ago, taking the same sociology course. Sonny ended up sitting next to you, and that same evening you found each other again at a party and had started talking. He was sweet, and funny, and you could see yourself falling for him immediately if it hadn’t been for your recent heartbreak, that grueling breakup from your highschool sweetheart. You’d still had feelings for your ex although looking back now, it must have been nostalgia, and the fact that along with him, you had left girlhood behind for good. Going off to college meant becoming an adult and starting this new chapter was scary. When you met Sonny, all you needed was a friend. And he had been an amazing friend to you all these years, without ever asking for more. 

‘What’s that?’ your girlfriend asks, pointing at your chin and you avert your gaze from Sonny. 

‘What?’ you instinctively touch your face.

‘Oh, it’s nothing. Just swear I could see a bit of drool there.’ she laughs and you shove her.

‘Stop!’ 

‘Hey, I don’t blame you! He is hot. And you know he’s been checking you out in that bikini.’ she states and you swallow the lump in your throat just to let out an awkward laugh. 

‘We’re just playing around. You know how he is. It’s not that serious.’ you don’t know who you’re trying to convince, her or yourself. 

It’s true, your friendship has always been on the verge of becoming something more. The flirting wasn’t even the worst of it; it was the intimacy you shared, the fact that you had always been there for each other when times got tough. When Sonny questioned his choice of becoming a cop after finishing his degree in criminal justice, wishing he had gone to law school instead of the police academy. When your mom had that cancer scare and your dad was losing it, absolutely helpless and unable to take care of himself while she was getting her treatment. It wasn’t just fun and games. At the end of the day you had a deep and true friendship, and neither of you wanted to throw that away. 

But you can feel something shift. It is the way he looks at you as the sun goes down on that first day of your 4th of July weekend. Between laughs and giggles your eyes meet and he gets all quiet and serious, and there’s something in the air you can’t quite grasp. Or maybe it’s the way that friend of a friend asks you about him. If he’s single, and her smile in his direction when you tell her he’s not seeing anyone as far as you know. And then as you get tipsy in order to forget about it all, you realize that he’s keeping his distance for some reason, when he would normally be right by your side, having shots with you, annoying you with his lame jokes. 

Your phone vibrates and it’s a text from Sonny. A song by one of your favorite artists that you weren’t even aware he knew of. You look up to scan the crowd for him and find him sitting by the pool by himself, a bottle of beer in his hand. 

But I find that lately I’ve been crying like a tall child

You know the lyrics by heart, and there it is again, the lump in your throat. And that devastating feeling in your gut you’ve ignored so many times in the past. The longing to be close to him, to reach out and touch him, you’ve fought time and time again. His eyes meet yours and you draw in a sharp breath, wishing he would just go back to goofing around with you instead of this. Because this, you can’t come back from, you can’t undo.  

The only thing you can do is flee but he catches up with you just as you reach the top of the stairs, about to go hide in your room. Sonny’s hand grabs yours and you turn around to face him. And all of a sudden his lips are on yours.

Even if you wanted to protest, you can’t. It feels too good. After the initial shock you kiss him back, your hands are around his neck as his wrap around your waist. Maybe this isn’t right but you want it. You want him. Finally admitting it to yourself is your doom but what if it’s a blessing at the same time? Harboring this secret for so long, these fantasies you had about him and you, what if he’s had them too? Or was it all just another silly little game encouraged by the summer heat and booze?

Please, hurry, leave me, I can’t breathe

Please don’t say you love me

A spark shoots through you and starts to linger between your thighs as his tongue slips into your mouth, a needy moan on his breath. No, you can’t. You can’t give in to this if it’s simply a desire you have to satisfy, or curiosity. Your friendship means too much to you, and it would ruin everything. 

One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I’m on, baby

Tell me “don’t” so I can crawl back in

You push him away and Sonny gives you a confused look, searching your eyes for the answer to a question that hasn’t been asked. 

‘We can’t, Sonny.’

‘Why not?’ 

‘Because…I know we would regret it. And then I would lose my best friend.’ you reply, looking down on the floor to avoid his blue eyes piercing into yours.

‘We’re not just friends, you know that.’ he whispers, his finger under your chin lifting up your head again. 

‘Don’t…’ you’re scared of what he’s going to say next but it bursts out of him.

‘I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. But I knew you were hurting and being your friend was enough for me. I would never ask for more if I didn’t think it is what you wanted as well. And now we’ve been in denial for so long, and I keep thinking, what if it’s all in my head, y’know? So, please. Tell me it’s not all just in my head.’ he pleads and you can see his eyes filling with tears and it feels like your heart is twisting around itself in your chest. 

‘It’s not just in your head.’ you assure softly, your hand reaching out to touch his cheek where an ecstatic smile appears. 

‘So you’re in love with me too?’ Sonny asks, sounding like a little boy. 

It’s time to let go of your fears. Your own insecurities that had been holding you back although he had always brightened your day, always made your heart beat faster, ever since he asked you your name on that very first day of college. 

‘I am, Dominick. I’m in love with you.’ you confess, biting your lip shyly before kissing him again. 

A sweet, timid kiss, and yet it doesn’t take long until you pull him towards your room, shoving him against the door the second it closes. He groans, his hands traveling under your short sundress before almost tearing it off you. The rest of your clothes, and his, follow, landing all across the room. 

‘Fuck, you should always be naked. You’re so beautiful.’ Sonny breathes as you push him down on the bed, straddling him. 

‘I would get arrested.’ you grin, feeling him hard against you.

‘Good thing I’m gonna be a cop soon.’ he chuckles, his hands wandering over your body, making you tremble as one finds its way to your wet folds.

‘Dominick…’ you moan his name as he starts dragging his fingers back and forth through you, his thumb on your clit, massaging there. His touch is heavenly. 

You lift your hips again to guide his hard cock into you, letting him fill you to the hilt as you sink down on him. Fuck. In all your wildest fantasies you could have never imagined how amazing he would feel, stretching you in the most delightful way, throbbing so deep inside you. His thighs tense as he lets out the prettiest moan, taking in the sensation of your pussy around him, so wet and tight.

‘God, baby, you…-fuck!’ Sonny pants as you start moving on him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, waves of pleasure already crashing over your body. 

Finally being with him is exhilarating. The way he grips your hips, pulling you down harder onto him, showing you exactly how badly he wanted you for all this time. And you’re desperate for him too; your lips on his neck, sucking, licking, nibbling as blind passion takes over. His deep moans are music to your ears, unleashing something inside you you didn’t know was there before. You push him back on the bed in order to ride him harder, and his mouth hangs open as he watches his cock disappear into your glistening cunt. It doesn’t take long and you’re both panting hot messes, close to your orgasms. Sonny reaches down to find your clit, rubbing tight circles and you clench around him in response, feeling yourself climbing towards that peak and you steady yourself on his chest, smiling down at him. 

‘’You’re so fucking hot.’ you purr breathlessly. ‘You’re gonna m-make me c-cum. Fuck! Dominick!’ 

He thrusts up into you roughly, hitting that sweet spot just right, sending you over the edge. You come hard, scratching his skin and making him hiss as your pussy twitches around his cock. Your orgasm is earth-shattering, and if it wasn’t for the loud music downstairs, everyone would have heard your moans, the string of curse words leaving your mouth as you shake. You keep riding him, your flushed body grinding against his as you feel him tensing beneath you, and he spills into you, crying out your name. Fuck, having him come inside you makes you feel even more delirious; having him rub your clit still, making you pulsate around him again and again. 

When you finally collapse next to him you are both struggling to catch your breaths, and your thighs are still shaking as he pulls you close, kissing your hair. You remain like this for God knows how long before you decide you’re in need of a shower and you get up, dragging Sonny with you to the bathroom where you turn on the light.

‘Oh shit!’ you gasp, staring at his chest.

‘Guess I will have to keep my shirt on for the rest of the weekend.’ Sonny states, as he looks down, noticing the red scratch marks all over his upper body.

‘I’m so sorry.’ you cover your mouth with your hand, looking at him apologetically. 

‘Don’t be. I like it.’ he bites his lip, wiggling his brows at you. 

You have to laugh, and he reaches out to tickle you, to make you laugh even harder. The excitement of it all makes you dizzy. Dominick makes you dizzy. And your hands are all over him once more as you step into the shower, the feeling of his body pressed against yours making you moan again.  

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[greennoobartist]

*slams the door open* IM FUCKING BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

The reason why I'm yelling now is bcuz i freakishly left @readingismyhobby24 to wait for my response for 9 FUCKING HOURS!?!!? HOLY SHIT STUPID SCHOOL I FEEL SO GUILTY RNNN😭😭😭😭 I would've died if I had to wait NINE FUCKING HOURS for a friend of mine to reply and yap about Hero's purpose 😭😭😭😭

I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NINE HOURS IS TOOO MUUUUCHHHH😭😭😭😭

But just like i promised, here are my thoughts about the sixth episode of Hero's Purpose

I feel so so so so so bad for making you wait NINE FUCKING HOURS but here it is like i promised😭

Everything is under the cut since it has A LOT of spoilers for the 6th episode of Hero's Purpose so yeah :)

Where should I even start? Silly me, at the beginning of course lol

The beginning scene with Princess Ruto already set me on fire like ooooooouuuuuuuuwwwwww

The scene with Darunia and that phantom ganon was like DAMMIT IT JUST STARTED AND ALREADY EPIC WTFFFFFF AAAAAAA

The scene

The scene

The scene

THE SCENE WITH SKYWARD SWORD LINK AND SKYLOFT MADE ME SCREAM OUT LOUD!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOOOOO MUCH NOSTALGIA AND THE DESIGN UUUUUUUWWWWWW😭😭😭😭😭😭

How much i cried is indescribable especially when THE OTHERS showed up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I can't believe that he finally revealed the history to him😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE NOSTALGIA THAT HIT ME LIKE A FUCKING TRUCK WITH EVERY SCENE OF SKYWARD SWORD HOLY FUCK I WAS CRYING SO MUCH OF NOSTALGIA AND SCREAMED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I CRIED SO MUCH AND THIS IS MY FAV PART OF THE EPISODE AND THE PART I CRIED ON THE MOST!!!! SINCE SS LINK APPERED TILL THE MOMENT HE RAN AWAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And the music!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

After this mental breakdown, the battle with Sheik and Impa against the Iron Knuckles was SO COOOL!!! LIKE TH ANIMATION THE MUSIC!!! EVERYTHING!!!

The scene with Ganondorf and Skull Kid was pretty emotional even though I haven't played Majora's Mask that scene was still pretty sad!!! 😢😢😢😢 The comparison Skull Kid made still lingers in my head ooooowwwww

And then.....

Begins.....

THE EPIC BATTLE BETWEEN LINK AND GANONDORF!!!!

DUDE THE SCENE WAS FIRE!!!! IT WAS SICK!!! THE MOVES TH MUSIC!!!! TATL BEING LIKE NAVI HIT ME HARD BUT DUUUUUUDEEE!!!! IT WAS SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

That last part was so epic and moves and everything!!!! THE MUSIC WAS SICK! SICK!

When Ganondorf fell off that cliff or whatever, i really thought it was over...

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But it isn't....

The fact that we still have at least one more episode to go is driving me insane!!!! What would happen!!!! Who's gonna DIIEEEEE!?!?!!

Im also curious if Twilight Princess Link will appear and all that Hero's Shade stuff i have to see that!!!!

All in all, i LOVED EVERYTHING IN THIS EPISODE!!!! My favorite scenes were the one Skyward Sword Link was present and the last battle!! Those scenes hit me like a damn truck!!!

Hyuf, that's all, i think.... I shouldn't overdo it....

But yeah, i feel so so so so so sorry for keeping you waiting so long, Faith, i would've died of i had to wait that long. Im so so so sorry 😢😢😢stupid fucking school and that shit....

[critical-doedecahedron]

A lot of thoughts about episode 11. Despite the clear fan service and nostalgia bait that like most definitely isnt for me since I'm just now getting into Gundam all of this still feels so hype. Losing my shit and jumping up and down and I am LOVING this!!!!!!! Also Nyaan subconsciously shooting Kycilia to save Machu??? Great! Amazing!

Im happy Nyaan and Machu didnt keep fighting immediately when they realized it was eachother, i'm happy its so clear how much they still care for eachother.

Everything with Shuji... i dont know if Nyaan and Machu are going to team up and stop his goal of destroying their whole world, from the next ep peview it looks like Machu fights but not necessarily Nyaan.

I feel like most of the spectacle next week will be Amuro VS Char (Char's magical girl transformation was AMAZING btw, i love him) so I wonder what theyre going to do with Nyaan and Machu.

I half doubt it but I hope this isnt the only show Nyaan and Machu appear in, I know there wont be a season 2 of Gqux, and I feel like it DESPERATELY needed more time and more episodes, but I hope at least the girls get more in the future.

With how much theyre doing with the multiversal stuff I wonder if its gonna play into future Gundam series? I feel like it could go either way.

Seeing the original Gundam at the end was so cool though

Really just wish everything had more time to breathe, I love Machu (and Nyaan) I wish we got more of them.

The visuals continue to be as amazing as always, I cant wait to read stuff from more well versed fans to see everything I missed.

Heres to me watching 36 episodes to finish 0079 before next Machuesday

Wish I had friends into Gundam who I could properly scream about this with

[catboygirljoker]

What were your thoughts about KHearts before you got into it vs Now having been into it? Also late welcome to the community hope you've had fun!

thankyou :D!! i have had fun, sitting in my little crevice and exporting my xigbar images and xigbar posts. im happy that people have connected with it in some way :]

thoughts about KH before i got into it:

for some reason i was under the impression that the games were about a boy who has dreams about disney worlds. and he has regular size feet in the real world and only has big feet in the dream world. i also think he traveled with mickey and not donald or goofy

also for some reason i was under the impression that ventus was sora's dad. it was not until i actually watched the cutscenes in birth by sleep and saw lea and isa that i realized OH. this is NOT as far back on the timeline as i thought it was

images of a spiky red boy and a spiky blond boy and a black haired depressed girl eating ice cream together with lots&lots of people sobbing in the replies. (REALLY emphasized the slow creeping emotional dread of that game for me. like golly i sure hope i dont get emotionally destroyed like all those other people! and then i , was)

when i was in middle/high school i had friends who were super into it, but i was never able to play it because my parents had a policy of No Consoles. we were allowed to have handhelds, though, because my family took frequent road trips, so when i found out that there was a KH game for DS i said to a friend "oh, cool! dyou think id be able to play it without playing the other games?" and she looked at me, and looked at her copy of Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, and said "........no"

only ~15 years later do i realize how funny of a question that was

thoughts about KH as i was getting into it:

too numerous to count. i shall attempt to keep it moderately brief

last year my husband listened to a podcast called "lore dump" where people explain the lore of different media to each other, and they did an episode/series on kingdom hearts, and i heard some pretty WaCkY sTuFf (i specifically remember them explaining what the recusant's sigil is, in the context of xigbar explaining that they'd been tracking sora and riku through the story of DDD)

found a vod of one of my favorite streamers streaming 1 and 2 to benefit abortion rights in texas, and i was like, well, here's my chance, heh, im gonna understand all of the WaCkY LoRe

i start up the stream. within the first 15 minutes i Get it. like it feels very dated in a lot of ways but i instantly understood what made people connect so strongly with this series. even as someone who didn't grow up with any attachment to it, and was a little put off of it even by how into it my friends were, to me kh1 is just pure high octane nostalgia. the tone is so specific and warm and bittersweet. i cried multiple times during the ending. it just really got to me! i was hooked!

when i fixate on a media property i like to have a hot person to chew on. i really. really thought it was gonna be axel. he is exactly the kind of character i would've fixated on when i was younger, when i had friends who were into KH. older mentor figure character who takes younger characters under his wing. associated with fire. projects brash confidence. k,ills people. he's a really good character! i love him a lot! every time he appears on screen i get on all fours and start barking! and there's all this fanart and merch and...then i got distracted......

hey blake in early 2023. it's me, blake in late 2024. have you heard of kingdom hearts. yeah. yeah youre gonna get really into it. yeah youre gonna have the longest running blorbo since you mega-fixated on the tenth doctor when you were 14. yeah. yeah um. you know the clip where the guy says "me? i'm already half xehanort!" and sora says "that's..nuts!"? yeah that guy? yeah. yeah. that guy. the half xehanort guy. yeah youre gonna make a fool of yourself online for that guy.

[fenharels-teeth]

is it just me or are all the s*lavellan related lines in dav giving wattpad fanfiction? as a former s*lavellan i know weekes writing is much better than whatever hot garbage that was in dav. half of it seemed ai generated. even the “reunion” scene was very anticlimactic and solas was like

l*vellan was the one always reaching out to him and he barely acknowledges her, then he thanks rook and walks off without her and once again she had to chase after him while he ignores her. it read like neither weekes or the animators gaf about s*lavellan anymore so they just wanted it out of the way. in fact why was the inquisitor there at all? they brought absolutely nothing to the story they only appeared for nostalgia’s sake. it feels like the writers really didn’t know what to do with them and im gonna be completely honest they should have just left them out of the game

but back to my original point, not just the s*lavellan lines, though they were definitely the worst, a lot of the dialogue and writing in general felt half-assed. them also retconning half of the lore established in previous games, and not keeping continuity from dai, didn’t help imo

[shadethechangingman]

hello my angelfish its wednesday weeklies, on a wednesday even

i wish i liked vanadia more i knew she was gonna end up on the team the moment they introduced her but shes so dollar store indigo except theyre not even gonna have her stick around enough to be likable and fall in love and have weird shapeshifter sex before turning evil and dying again. also god i keep forgetting abt the new terra stuff john layman you are NOT seeing heaven!!! pete woods is excellent on art though i had mild gripes with how he drew faces when he first started but hes already gotten way better like i think one of my fave artists at DC rn

catwoman aaaaaa i keep forgetting how good it is until i open the comic

dan watters' nightwing is so good i cant believe i like nightwing again. he just lands that sternness that i missed from the character so badly and i like the new art

ABSOLUTE FLASH OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!! i said before i wasnt sure abt the first 2 issues what direction this was gonna take but those first 3 pages of issue 3 OH MY GOD!!!!!! and also grodd is veryyyy cute ive kind of said a lot of mean stuff abt what i have dubbed as "modern superpets" but i wouldnt mind if they were doing stuff like this in the main comics. instead its all "uwu whos a good boy" crap. show me psychic blue monke

worlds finest I JUST DONT CAREEEEE waids nostalgia boner is drawing all the blood away from his brain!!!!! someone intervene!!!

ZATANNA IS SOOOOOOO GOOD LIKE MAYBE MY FAVE OUT RIGHT NOW FOR ART & WRITING......LOOK AT THE RENDERING ONTHE ICE!!!!!! esp the best for mainline series seriously how is campbell keeping up on writing/interiors AND covers!!!! once again triple impressed bc i do not like the dini run at all and this is a sequel to it

idc about batman/robin year one at alllll but it is interesting to see matt hagen again - the history of clayface is one of my fave dc legacies, im gonna do a full read of em all one day. possibly just coming to the conclusion that i really, really truly dislike waid's writing. his tone is just always slightly off to me

still hating tommy t's detcom run, which sucks on this issue caus i usually like a bullock story

NEW GODS grahhhhh raahhhhh grrrrrrrr ok things are looking up i think i see the vision...though i must complain i feel like theres too many players and i feel like what could be an awesome lightray arc but i worry theres too many other focal points.... anyway hating done.... i hope this turns out good im just tired

SONIC X DC IS SO GOOOOOOOOOOD i will say its always funny that ch'p is considered a main lantern when hes been dead for like 30 straight years now. i prefer WW in boston for no good reason except ive been there more than once. METROPOLIS IS SMALLER THAN ANGEL ISLAND?? ALSO SONIC VS EOBARD SO COOL!! i feel like the tails-cyborg duo is getting shoved to the side like every issue though, kind of the universal issue w JL cyborg stories though. anyway another great issue!!!

[fallenangels95]

am i the only one who doesn't like the skam croatia remake???? or maybe im too old now. im still gonna keep watching though.... id do anything for this feeling of nostalgia

but idk i dont feel any chemistry between this couple, i don't like roko and i think he's one of the worst william version #isaidmypiece he icks me sm

[ask-virgil-vlogs]

Im kinda curious if your gonna add Remus and Janus actually

Janus was added! In fact he was added before he had the name reveal! We called him Damian. I’m going to keep it Damian even though we now have an official name just for nostalgia sake.

As for Remus, I did and still do have plans to add him somehow! Just much later.

[alphadogmp3]

nine people you'd like to know better

tagged by: @freckliedan tysmm omg. i did start writing this on the 21st but then i got busy :(

last song: was sin eater by penelope scott last friday (when i started to write it) and still is LMAO. very good song 10/10

favorite color: well ok. it was blue¹ for the majority of my life and i still love blue a lot But!! i think i gravitate more towards pinks (and some reds—pink is just diluted red anyway) nowadays so like yeah my fav colors are pink and blu—ah fuck accidental transgenderism

currently watching: tmnt (2003)...... nostalgia is one hell of a drug.. idrc tho it actually holds up in many aspects lmao. i also bought a dropout tv subscription so im watching game changer & make some noise

sweet/savory/spicy: im literally eating nutella as i write this lol. i mean. i do enjoy those other things as well. but yeah

relationship status: naaahhhh. a (romantic) relationship sounds fun in theory but ive never felt the need for one in my life ever. like i keep waiting for the moment where i finally want one but naaaahhh as it stands nope. not in one don't really want one.

current obsession: i have a few! game changer & its spin-offs on dropout, caryn and connie (i love their sims builds!! their banter is also very fun to listen to in the bg) and the aforementioned accursed turtles.....

last thing you googled: i use duckduckgo 😎 that being said it is "what is ctrl r in google docs" LMAO can't escape google.....

tagging: UM. I DONT KNOW. i am quite afraid of seeming annoying and pushy. to overcome my fear i will tag some people BUT do not feel at all like you have to do it!!!! im just gonna tag mutuals/people who were mutuals for a long time

@captainquacksheart @maybebi47 @heyitsphoenixx @thursdaygirlmp3 @cartilagexfluid @thepeonie & anyone who wants to do it !!!!!!!!

¹ actually tho speaking of blue (language rant incoming) many cultures have different ways of categorizing colors and our color perception is in part shaped by that! a lot of languages differentiate btwn lighter hues of blue and darker hues of blue (e.g. russian and turkish) SO when i say "blue" i am actually thinking of the color "mavi" which refers to lighter shades of blue!! isn't that rly fucking cool!! the other word "lacivert" refers to the darker shades of blue. now, mavi is the more general name for that color, and lacivert could be considered a shade of mavi, but even then, a lot of native turkish speakers would find it super odd to call a super dark blue thing mavi. even calling something koyu mavi (dark blue) wouldn't be the same as calling that thing lacivert even though lacivert refers to a darker blue, bc guess fucking what there is also.....KOYU LACİVERT!!! isn't language so cool. i love thinking about language and words wait what was i doing

[dimiotouole]

Hi there! Welcome to my blog!!

I draw things! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Idk how to make a pinned post so uh....

Names Dimio, She/they for me, Demisexual (Taken though~)

I'm a small time artist tryin to improve my skill and share my stories.

I like

Splatoon (Totally sane about it, most of my blog is this and I have brainrot.)

Kingdom hearts (all time favorite, union x is my favorite of them)

Kid Icarus (When will we get a new game...I want to see my boi again......)

Final fantasy (nostalgia...my favorite is Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates and I've never heard anyone talk about it ever)

Pokemon (Hoenn forever)

Fire emblem (not so much anymore, but still neat

General Nintendo (Switch and 3ds are top tier fight me)

Spyro (Nostalgia!! I love the GBA games...)

Deltarune/Undertale (Not into the fandom but I like the games)

In stars and time (Im hyperfixating so hard in gonna explode)

I do commissions as well! (And they are open currently!)

Please keep in mind that I do not do Nsfw, Gore, Anything of hateful nature (homophobia, transphobia, ect), and robots (robots are not my thing, sorry).

Dm me if you're interested!

Read Of Stars and Songbirds here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62790220/chapters/160756432

I have an Etsy Shop now!!!! I'm working hard to put new items in!

I do in stars and time paintings and Pokemon keychains!!

https://dimiotouolearts.etsy.com

One last thing...

[hollowfaith]

1, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

QUESTIONS FOR MUN

1. Who has been your favorite muse to play?

ughhhh this is hard...im gonna cheat and go for nostalgia ok

although i think i missed the mark with her muse in some places i have a special fondness for dahlia hawthorne and her specific brand of caustic sarcasm.

i don't think i've ever come up with so many different creative insults during her runtime...also she had the neatest mix of relationships with random muses, not just in AA cast (tho i remember her tormenting at least 3 different feenies??) but beyond, notably izaya and edward cullen comes to mind.

i also really liked my run as kasen kanesada because he's a very lyrical sword (or at least works hard to cultivate that image) so i had to express that in writing and ended up having a lot of fun doing flowery replies and making up poetry and generally going big ham. (it did take a lot of mental energy though so i started losing steam later on.)

i remember he had a thread with FGO Shakespeare that was pretty nice cause we got to be nerdy and talk about eastern/western literature lolololol, then for his challenge he had to kill like 5 ppl in 24 hours so i actually got 5 volunteers to get decapitated and RP'd mini threads with them all, which was wild (and again a very, very random mix of muses including X-Files Fox Mulder)

i didn't RP OCs back then but i like them a lot now too! the lack of art is an unfortunate reality but the amount of customization you get in exchange...so powerful.

5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse?

stupid guy won't just kiss klaus and marry him that would solve 99% of their problems hey klaus are u listening u need to seduce this idiot or something so his brain has nothing but u all day to keep him out of mischief hey hey klaus

ahem

also his unspoken obligation to be lawful good (in his POV) really limits his ability to "act out," so sometimes i need to find different ways to de-escalate situations before he hits moral event horizon. you know, flattery and adoration goes a long way in wrapping him around your finger, i'm surprised more people don't try (i guess they can't stand him long enough to get there lol)

7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote?

i remember answering this question on another meme maybe...?

there's a more accurate answer now: pre-tumblr, i remember RPing a Lopmon on some digimon forum once upon a time. also remember the mod that was RPing with me called me out for "slight godmodding" because i was describing how my digimon was crossing a bridge and apparently that was taking things too much into my own hands LOLOL

8. Have you ever written a novel? If not, does it interest you?

i've started written novels but i haven't finished any except for like, a couple of original oneshots. technically Veoc is a supporting character/love interest (spoilers: he's not the canon pairing) in a sci-fi story where i have the general plot laid out but y'know, actually writing it is... *flops down*

9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past?

i definitely wrote more in the past but i've slowed down to a trickle since then. uhhhh i want to start up again, maybe with drabbles/oneshots, but i need to catch up on canon first before i try to do the characters justice

10. Do you like stylized icons and formatted text or do you prefer to keep things simple?

god a part of me regrets giving Aury his fancy brackets b/c i have to copy/paste that thing in every reply

so yeah i am never doing that again i just wanna open up a post and type my reply and be done with it, bless.

same with icons as long as they show a face and expression (or even body part) im happy wheee i've got plots to write

11. When did you start roleplaying?

i can't remember...gotta be probably early to mid high school cause i didn't know RP existed back then

12. Have you roleplayed anywhere other than tumblr?

forums, emails, tried a LJ group but my app got rejected so i didn't even get in (ROFL), tumblr has been the most stable medium with most long-term interactions though