#it took me so much time to get a desing I liked

[papita474]

First chibi nelyo got a crazy update

AND NOW HE COMES WHIT A FINNO

[hyunebunx]

DENI!!! i've been a little bit out of here 😣😣 but i received the notif of your post......... the soft thought ( more like domestic details, which i love ) is painting hyune's nails. you do not know how to properly do it, because the nail polish always lands on the skin surrounding the nail, and even if you try to do a desing, like a little flower w a couple of points, it ends up all messed up. imagine a quiet afternoon, after watching some tv show, all cozy and warm, and he offers you his nails to practise a little bit. even if you mess it up again, he might actually paint yours and try to follow the same messed up pattern to go matching 🥺

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff and even more fluff!!

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: MARS!! i wrote this in one go, istg this is the cutest idea ever :( thank you for helping me and letting me write soft hyune fluff, this fixed me fr. i hope you enjoy, my love <333

“Can I do it?” You ask, eyeing his clean nails as Hyunjin reaches up to fix his face mask before doing the same with yours, making sure neither of your headbands fell too low on your foreheads.

“Hm?” He hums, smoothing the thin layer of the sheet mask on your already smooth skin, smiling once your eyes meet. “Do what?”

“Your nails.” You nod towards them, catching one of his hands and bringing it to your lips to peck the back of it, much to his displeasure as the action moves the mask around your face awkwardly. Even so, he was so close to you on the tiny couch that you could feel his heart beating wildly, betraying his true feelings.

Hyunjin tries not to smile too brightly as he nods, fondness clear as day in brown eyes even in the dim light of the living room. “Knock yourself out, baby.” He was never one to reject you, no matter how silly or out of pocket your requests were. Hyunjin would move mountains for you, after all, if that meant you’d be happy forever and keep smiling for him until the day he took his last breath.

The tv ran idly in the background, a rerun of one of your favorite shows as you got to work, gently placing both of your boyfriend’s hands in your lap. His small collection of nail polish was laid before you on the coffee table, accompanied by a file, a bag of cotton pads and nail polish remover. Just in case, you know.

Gently taking one of his hands, you subconsciously intertwine your fingers together as you look over the bottles, brainstorming. Hyunjin takes this moment of silence as an opportunity to reach over and turn on one of lamps by the couch, providing you with more light.

“What are you thinking?” His voice is low, not wanting to disturb you, softly pulling his hand away to massage your palm instead.

“Ladybug nails.”

“What?” He laughs, scooting closer.

You nod, reaching for the bottle of red nail polish. Not like you had many options to begin with, Hyunjin’s palette was limited – something you’d never thought you’d say.

“Your nails are always so dark, I was thinking of doing a cute design for a change.”

He arches a dark brow. “You could use white.”

You pause, tearing your gaze from the bottle to stare at him blankly. “Ladybugs aren’t white.”

The laugh that escapes him has your heart double in size, feeling all warm and fuzzy as he throws his head back in genuine amusement, finding you even more endearing than usual. “Alright, ladybug, do whatever you please. I’ll stop interfering.”

And he keeps his promise, quiet as a mouse as you begin painting his nails, attention stolen by the tv and the snacks you’ve prepared for your weekly movie night. Hyunjin has mastered the art of eating with a face mask on, no crumb landing anywhere near and messing it up. There was nothing he couldn’t do, it seemed.

You’re almost done with his one hand when he slowly reaches to remove your face mask, joining his on a napkin on the table. Usually, he’d also massage the remaining serum into your skin but you could tell he didn’t want to bother you from your new favorite past time. A past time you weren’t particularly skilled in, the nail polish getting everywhere around his nail and even on your clothes, staining the material.

“Uh…” Hyunjin turns to you, wondering why you were sounding so disheartened. “I think I messed up.”

Bringing his hand to eye level, Hyunjin studies your work curiously, analyzing every brush stroke and the big, blotchy black spots that were supposed to be polka dots. The colors were everywhere, on his cuticles and even further down to his knuckles. You’ve mostly stuck to the area around the nail so he couldn’t understand how a black spot managed to go that far.

“Baby, are the ladybugs trying to escape?” He smiles, holding back laughter.

You pout and he leans over to plant smooches on both of your cheeks, trying to make you feel better. “Don’t make fun of me, I tried my best.”

Hyunjin nods, grabbing the black polish from your hand. “I can see that.” Without warning, he starts applying it down his index finger in a strange pattern, causing your mouth to fall open in shock. “And it looks great, love.”

You knew he was lying to try and make you feel better, there was no way he actually thought that.

Biting down on his plush bottom lip, he eventually puts the brush away and gets a hold of your hand before pressing the back of his onto yours, squeezing lightly. You’re so confused that no words escape you, wondering if this was his way of getting back at you for messing up his nails and getting his hand all dirty.

“Done!” He beams, looking so much younger with his hair all pushed back and bare face, cozy and cuddly in his soft pajamas. “Now we match.”

Looking down, you realize the pattern he drew on himself was now on your hand too, tiny lines and spots resembling even tinier footsteps. A ladybug’s footsteps. Or tracks, actually.

Forget beating, your heart almost bursts out of your chest and latches onto him, first his cheek and then plump lips, smooching the area before intertwining with his own and running away together like two forbidden lovers. Hyunjin brought so much needed light into your life, you could barely believe he was real and not a fragment of your rich imagination.

“The ladybug that ran away from my nail has found its way home to you.” He finally laughs, eyes two crescent moons. “It’s silly, please forgive me.”

“Silly?” You blurt out, dragging him by the hand just so he can fall into your waiting arms, hugging him tightly. “It’s only silly if you don’t actually draw a cute ladybug on my hand now.” His arms sneak around your middle, face hiding in your chest as yours move over his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him.

“Only if you do my other hand.” He murmurs, placing a linger kiss right above your beating heart.

You can’t help but grin, thankful for having such a kind person by your side. “Deal!”

[k2ntoss]

okay so yet again i was scrolling through insta reels and i saw this and immediately thought, 'oh jason would love one of this with his helmet' so i thought i'd share (hopefully the video doesn't just disappear into the ether or this wont make much sense but yeah)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8XdIwStYFg/?igsh=MWdzZXVpZHV3dm8zbw==

((in case it does for some reason disappear, it was a reel of a girl making a diy spiderman mask shirt with a pattern and then the red colouring bit of the mask was filled in with kisses using paint))

but yeah, i think making a red hood one for jason would be so fun and i just know the man would be so so smitten when it's given to him

anyways, love you, glad your posting again

- the ever present 🦊

"the ever present" OMG I ADORE YOU!!!!!! hi baby, been missing you with your brain tickling requests (i have one on hold but just you wait)

i've been looking to do one of those for me with red hood's logo bc i'm as single as one can be and i know i won't be getting someone to do this for me but okayyyyyy i can do it on my own. here comes something short but done with a lot of love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ۪  ۫ ୭

jason had been waiting outside the room for hours maybe, he was just sitting on the couch as he looked at the door like a sad puppy because he had arrived this morning to your apartment looking foward to spend time with you. some cuddling, watching a movie together or reading, jason just wanted some quality time with his beloved.

he knew you had been busy during the week with a huge amount of projects you wanted to do but he wasn't expecting you to get so fixated over one to lock yourself into your room and not even peek to see him and he didn't knew why, what jason also didn't knew was the fact that you were already getting dizzy by the smell of paint inside your closed room as you placed the shirt over your desk again, grabbing a pencil to fix the outline of the desing for the hundreth time in the day.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." you muttered as low as you could to keep jason from darting into the room and ruin the surprise and it took you a good couple of hours to finally have it done, the paint almost completely dry now and the image of it was neat, making you smile and giggle happily.

and it's just then when you decide it's time to open the door, peeking your head through the small space to find jason almost melted on the couch, his head resting against the wall as he kept his eyes closed but it wasn't even a second by when he snapped his eyes open to look at you with a small frown.

"baby? why are you-?" she stopped mid sentence, taking in the sight of your paint smeared lips and chin, the red bright color now cracked on your skin as you smiled back at him as if you just made the biggest discovery in your life.

"hush! c'mere, jaybirdie" you say, leaving the door to your room wide open just to reveal the fact that your whole frame was a mess and that the paint was not only on your face but it had dripped to your shirt and also to your bare thighs to the skin that wasn't covered by the sleeping shorts you were wearing.

jason stands up from his seat, stretching completely from his quick nap and walks into the now messy room. the small paint pots across the floor and desk in different shades of red, paint brushes here and there and then the sight of you standing in front of the middle of your desk, covering something jason couldn't quite see well enough to know what it was.

"i saw something and i had to do this... it's probably the cheesiest thing i've ever done so feel free to laugh at me" and those words make jason tilt his head because what on earth could be so cheesy and made with paint that needed this much time leaving him out of your room? because yes, jason wanted to cuddle and don't blame him.

"princess-" he starts but goes silent the second you pull from the desk a black shirt with a print of his helmet on it, all made in different shades of red kiss marks that emulated the shade of light and everything. his lips remain parted as he walks slowly towards you, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the print on the shirt before he looks at your face, the paint in your skin the evidence of the time you spent painting your lips and pressing kisses to the shirt to make something so sweet for him.

"is it too much? you know, you can just put it into your closet if you don't like-" but your words are cut by a tender kiss, jason cups your face in such a delicate embrace as he lets all his feelings pour into that simple kiss.

"i love it. i love you" he says, his voice a soft whisper even in that deepish tone of his and it makes your heart flutter because jason looks completely happy with the shirt as he holds it into his hands, still admiring the way you decided to replicate a part of him "it's just perfect..."

"can i wear it already?"

the question itself is the sweetest reaction he could give you, the eagerness to wear something you made for him making you giggle excitedly as you shook your head with a small pout.

"not yet, red... i should iron it and give it a quick wash so the paint stays on the fabric" and he pouts slightly because god knows how much he wishes to have your kisses closer to his heart.

[fanartlover1234]

A DEADLY THING

Y/n is ready to get revenge on Bridget and her boyfriend Hook is all in for it

Captain James Hook × Cruella de vil sister!reader

Based on a request from my dm

Hook x VK girlfriend where instead of just Uliana who turns into a flamingo it's also the reader who turns into a flamingo and plans to get revenge on Bridget

Y/n truly was never the one to go extreme on revenge, but now she was fuming.

It was barely past morning when Bridgets flamingo faethers, thosr stupid feathers turned her into a flamingo.

She and the rest where minding their own buisness in shadows when they noticer poor little Bridget handing out treat bribe as usual.

Uliana and Y/n couldnt help but justess with her a little.

Uliana snached the cupcakes and took off the feathers as Y/n slowly made her way there, her black heals clicking as her black mini dress hughed her curves.

"Thats Y/n De Vil, Cruellas younger sister and maybe the only one worse then Uliana" Bridget explained but quieted down when the girl steped infront of her and kicking the fallen tray of cupcakes at her, smearing Bridgets shoes.

"Oops" sound left from her lips before she steped back leaning on Ulianas shouldr and they split the feather four amd four.

"Wait thats too much" Bridget mumbled.

"Be silenent you little -" cough followed by another as all stepes back when Uliana and Y/n both began turning pink and not few seconds later both were chasing Bridget as the pink haired girl ran for her life.

Both girls ran to the side couryard before a push on they backs made them tumble into the fountain.

When they dove up Uliana kepr screaming about getting revenge while Y/n only cursed under her breath in annoyance.

She stumbles over as Hook steped forward taking his jacker off amd placing it over her shoulder.

"Im gonna kill her, im gonna make her pay for what she did" she mumbled all the way to the dorm while Hook only stayed silent too afraid fo get between her anger and her.

When they finaly reached her dorm she stood as the boy leaned on the door frame.

"Well if you need help ploting, y'know where to find me darling" he said reaching in her hair to pull out a feather.

A smirk on his lips as she annoyingly smiled when she blowed the feather from hims friends.

When she said goodbye and closed the door, she was met with Uliana.

"You know what im thinking?" She asked as she poped a candy in her mouth with a tenickle.

"Meet with the rest by the lagoon in 2 " Y/n said before walking in the bathroom when Uliana left.

In two hours the girl was making her way to lagoon and into the fish cave.

"You are late" Uliana said as she crossed her arms.

"Quit scolding and start ploting, you sound like merlin otherwise" Y/n said before walking over to Hook who swing his hooked arm over her soulder.

"How about we make her walk the plank" Hook questioned.

"Darlin' thats too easy" Y/n said brushing under her boyfriends chin with her red nails "we need something worse"

"Prick her with a thousand thorns" Malificent said.

"And what she fall asleep?" Uliana asked annoyed.

"Let burn her to a crisp" Hades obviously said while he's hair set in blue flames.

"Yeah let burn her to crisp" Morgie voted in on what hades had said but Y/n steped in annoyed.

"No, it should be worse, worse, worse than all of these" she said walking up the stairs as Uliana casted a spell so it would bring a perfect punishment for the pinky girl.

"Revenge should be vicious in whatever we do to that poor unfortunate soul should be ten times more cruel" Uliana said as she performed the spell "Calling all spirits of the Black Lagoon show me your recipe fit for her doom toxically sweet with a side of pure spite i need the perfect revenge that will bite"

The light opened as it showed a book and Y/n screamed in annoyance.

"What's this? A book, that's it? Iasked for a painful punishment"

Uliana stoped her when the plan begin to show itself "But hold up, wait, this might be evil on a plate. So I'ma serve her what she deserves, what she deserves "

"And that's justice, dressed up like the sweetest dessert. Perfect" Y/n voted in as she laughed out.

After figuring out revenge Hook and Y/n walked to the dorms.

Hook sat on the girls bed while she got ready, she pulled her black silk sleeping dress on and walked over to Hook who watched her intesly.

"If you keep eye-fucking me, i might not make it tomorrow" she said as she steped arma reach away from him.

"I dont need to eye fuck you, i do it in person rather my sweetling" he said pulling her on his lap both her leg on either side of him.

"Well perhaps after, i wish to see her poor little face when she turns" Y/n said as sne brushed her hand through his brown hair.

The boy smirked at her pulling her closer as he fell back on the bed now both laying down as the girl still sat on his lips.

"Oh i love it when you're wicked" he said.

"Is that so?" The girl asked mockingly before kissing the boy under her.

This was so fun to write and i hope i did a good job at this :)

[mimuta-muta]

A SCARRED HEART // a secret & last life artpiece, minific, and headcanon

dedicated to those desertduo scar-focused angst enojyers 🍷 THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS!! I LOVE YALL!!! I AM YOU. I AM YOU ALL. im going insane anyways,

first tumblr post i think? dropping a more refined version of my secret life / last life scar headcanon/art/minific from twt here, praying that someone as insane as me will see it 🙏

[Based off of Last Life and Secret Life, in which Scar was intentionally permakilled by Grian the season prior.

Minific in italics first, followed by official headcanon transcribed & slightly modified from art ^^ taking this much more seriously than i should hehehe

Might make a full fledged fic on Ao3 if this turns out well though!! Hope yall enjoy <3. - mimuta]

- The desert. The betrayal. It all comes back to him in a dream, lucid and laced in sorrow…

And as he awakens from his slumber, he’s left shrouded and alone.

Again.

Perhaps they were a cruel mockery, these “secret”scrolls. A bitter reminder of the contracts he’d never be able to control. Of the friends he’d never be able to keep.

It’s almost as if some god up above had descended from their watchful throne to spit in his face and show him how it should be done.

Or… perhaps they were a sign.

Perhaps, by experience or some strange instinct, or by insight or spite, he took it as such.

And perhaps that’s why he emerged victorious this time around.

Alone, of course, as always.

Alone, but alive.

-

Following the desertduo divorce arcs in Third and Limited Life that end in Scar’s death by Grian’s hand (double life dont count that was the warden), Scar returns to the next season as a cloaked iteration of his self, doomed to insanity and isolation: first in Last Life, and second in Secret Life.

Cloaked Scar/Scarred Heart Scar’s (i cant think of a better name ToT these sound so bad T_T will take suggestions aldbskshxbsk-) “friendship/ally” contracts in Magical Mountain also inadvertently influenced the secret task/contract of sort kinda gimmick in Secret Life, what with the life reward system for tasks and etc.: only this time, people can’t get away without consequence.

Through the tasks given to him in Secret Life, Scar was outcasted as an enemy to all, loyal companion to none. Similarly, the contracts Scar made in Last Life granted him half-assed “allies,” but never a true friend. Like the one who had killed and betrayed him all those years ago. wink wink. wink wink.

Secret Life Scar, being the second version of his cloaked self, retains an “instinct” or like muscle memory but.. idk how to describe it- hazy underlying memories from Last Life scar, and later realizes this w/ the winner’s theory (or whichever hc out there that says that they remember past seasons upon winning) *kaboom*

TLDR: desert duo divorce arc so bad it results in grian killing scar, and scar’s left as a reclusive cloaked maniac in last life, returns as same maniac in secret life and learns from his mistakes, and wins secret life through nuances left over from last life 💪💪 or something or other

ALSO//side headcanons::

grian’s life given in servitutde to scar + scars life given to grian in 3rd life somehow influenced their soulbind in double life- although this may not be as solid as a hc due to the fact scar was giving hearts away like crazy moneys in last life iirc… buuut it kinda still works either way

lilacs and poppies on scars skin, yet another callback, another reminder of his loneliness, of the desert, of his death, of the desert, of the desert, of the desert, of the desert, of the dese-

if scar dies to grian in wild life i blame it on secret scar being left alive and he cant return as hes permanently stuck in secret life this crap is staying canon to me no matter what trust 🧍‍♂️

theres a similarity in appearance between scar and the secret keeper (hood) ik its watcher evo stuff,,, but… do with thatbwhat you will hehe—

oooh bou that was a lot :,) if you made it to the end, thanks for reading through all of this!! im totally normal!!! please like or whatever the equivalent is and feel free to leave comments or whatever im desperate for traffic interaction 🧎🧎🧎 i might take a bit to respond but KSBDKDBSKSBS

i shall be off to do ap bio work now before i fail my test tmrw WOOOOOO thanks again for reading this far if you have :Df and i hope you have a wonderful dayyyyy <33333

[kifu]

“Remy?” Kurt shouted incredulously. Of all the X-Men Kurt didn’t expect to see, Gambit was very high on that list. The man was reclusive at best when he was a part of the team. Kurt figured he’d return to the underground, or whatever it was that he did in his spare time, after the Nation took over and leave the saving to the hero-type. It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t think Remy had good in him, it was that he thought Remy received too much malice for his good intentions and it turned him bitter. The two men didn’t have a whole lot for heart-to-heart before the fall of the world, so Kurt was speculating more than anything. If Ororo was so close to him, he couldn’t have been that bad.

            Remy’s expression, which was unreadable at first, instantly fell once he caught sight of Kurt. Kurt stepped forward from the crowd, concerned more than anything. Here he was with clothing on top of clothing to cover his appearance, despite the warm weather, but Remy was standing in plain sight, like he wanted to be seen. “Kurt, I wish I hadn’t seen you,” he said quietly. His voice almost growled. Something was wrong. Kurt could sense that, but not from where the uneasy feeling originated.

            “What do you mean?” Kurt pressed. He stopped within Remy’s arm length and dropped his stance just in case he had to flee. “Is it not good that we, as old allies, are meeting? Does this not make us stronger?”

            “Au contraire,” Remy replied. His voice was so cold. Angry. “Da more people I see, da weaker I am.” He dropped his stoic stance to face Kurt. His facial expressions were much easier to read now than they were a year and a half ago. Now he appeared less angry, more pained. Kurt unwittingly took a step backwards, his arms coming up over his chest. Something was very, very wrong. This was Remy, but he wasn’t acting of his own accord.

            “What have they done to you?” Kurt asked, so quietly so that only Remy should have been able to hear him.

            “Dey know, Kurt,” Remy hissed back. “Dey know where e’reyone is, but dey only take me as –” He stopped short, straightened up, and released a barking laugh. “Mon dieu, if history weren’t ta repeat itself. Dey got my hands tied in a way I can’t unknot ‘em, mon ami. Dis time, it ain’t a debt to da devil, it an allegiance to my friends an’ a history o’ bad doin’.”

            “Everyone?” Kurt asked. He took another step back, but in vain. Remy attacked with such speed, Kurt was caught off guard. In one, swooping motion, Remy turned their positions so that Kurt was suddenly against the wall, pinned under Remy’s arm. He pressed enough to keep Kurt in place, but not hard enough to cause him pain.

            Something flashed behind Remy’s eyes, too quickly for Kurt to catch it, before he leaned in to Kurt’s ear. “Far as I know, jus’ da group I was runnin’ wit’. Dey been doomed from da start. Rogue’s a part o’ dem, Kurt. You stay away from her … an’ me. I see you still fightin’. Find someone else to follow. Heard Captain America escaped a couple months ago an’ already has a followin’. Find him, an’ for da love o’ God, take dese fuckers down. Don’ let me, or anyone else, get in da way.” He shoved against Kurt’s rib cage to occupy him long enough to backhand him across the face. Kurt ducked the second blow Remy was preparing, grabbing on to the wall with his adhesive advantage to aim a kick at Remy’s midsection.

            Kurt noticed two things in this brief skirmish. First, Remy was completely avoiding use of his right arm. He kept it tucked close to him, barely moving it. Second, Remy was fast, completely in shape, and in apparent health. He was the pampered show dog compared to Kurt’s emaciated rescue mutt after being on the run for so long. If Remy was currently working for the Nation, as he implied, they were taking care of him and felt assured enough that Remy wouldn’t defect to save his previous team of resistance. Did that mean they perceived Gambit as more of a threat than Rogue? Who else was on that team?

            Remy took a quick step back to avoid Kurt’s kick, watching from a low, alert stance as Kurt followed through. When his feet touched the brick of the wall, Kurt barely had time to teleport out of the way from Remy’s next attack. He reappeared behind Remy, but before his feet could touch the ground, Remy had turned to take another swing at him. Somehow, some when, Remy had pulled out his staff from who knows where. Still, he only used one arm.

            “You can still teleport,” Remy observed, though very quietly. His voice dropped even lower so that Kurt could barely hear him. “Why don’t you jus’ leave? Make it easier on all’a us, non?”

            Kurt took on the defensive, backing up further and further into the market place to avoid Remy’s attacks. People scattered, very afraid but not in the way of harm.

            “They are listening?” Kurt asked.

            “’s possible,” Remy replied. He added a charge to his staff and Kurt could feel the unwelcome spike of fear. Remy already had the advantage. If that staff connected with Kurt, he was done for. All of the good he had managed up until this point would add up to exactly nothing. Despite how hard Kurt tried, all of his fixes were temporary. They needed a complete Nation eradication to completely turn things around.

            “They are watching?” Kurt guessed again. With the next step back, Kurt hurled himself in the air, toward the trajectory of Remy’s staff. Before it touched him and had the chance to do damage, Kurt disappeared. He reappeared behind Remy again, throwing his weight downwards and sending a kick against Remy’s back to use his momentum against him. Kurt executed a showy somersault, whereas Remy fell forward, dropping his staff so that his left hand could catch him in a roll to his feet. When Remy spun around to meet Kurt’s next attack, he already had a handful of cards, glowing with the potential energy of his mutant powers.

            “Always,” Remy said while his cards left his fingers. Kurt dodged the throw, praying that the rogue mini-bombs didn’t hit anyone or anything important behind him. Before Remy could grab more ammunition, Kurt was close enough that he could capture his left hand. Remy was stronger, that much was obvious right away, but Kurt still had enough power to hold him off for a few more words. “Lower level guys,” Remy grunted. “Dey don’t interfere wit’ me, but dey got connections to my boss wit’ da word to take out da Resistance.”

            Remy snapped his hand away from Kurt’s grasp, throwing him off-balance long enough to kick him to the ground. Kurt landed in a heap, but instead of jumping to his feet, he only sat up to look at his ally-turned-enemy. “What happened to your other arm?”

            “It’s as good as dead,” Remy said. These words were louder than before, filled with anger and pain. “How you t’ink dey got me, huh? Wit’out a fight? She severed da nerves right t’rough.” He leaned forward to grab Kurt off the ground, and Kurt let him.

            “I never insinuated you were a coward,” Kurt reasoned as quietly as before. “I am trying to learn enough so that I may help you.”

            “You can’t help me,” Remy spat. “I seriously suggest you ‘port away, ‘Crawler, an’ leave me. I’m tryin’ ta be nice, I can see you had better days, but you makin’ it hard.” Remy shoved Kurt forward enough so that he could get his foot underneath his staff. Quickly letting go of Kurt’s clothing, he launched the staff up in the air, caught it, and swung out at Kurt, aiming for maximum damage. If Remy was holding back, Kurt was in more trouble than he thought. The X-Men had learned how effective Remy was with both hands, but even with just one hand at a time, Remy was completely ambidextrous. Perhaps his Nation attacker thought taking out the right arm would render him useless to take him captive. Maybe it was just a thing that was spur of the moment.

            Kurt took the hit, moving both his arms upwards to protect his head. He was thrown backwards and could instantly feel the stinging pain up both arms. It was a mistake, but he could only hope that Remy hadn’t broken anything. Kurt had broken a leg once long before the rise of the Nation, and that was bother enough.

            “Dey’ll want you alive, at least from me,” Remy all but growled. He took an advancing step and picked up Kurt from the front of his shirt again. “You know what you makin’ me do? Dey’ll keep you drugged so you can’t get away.”

            Kurt reached up to grab Remy’s arm, and utilizing all of his concentration, teleported them to the top of the nearest building. Remy let go and fell to his knees, but he wasn’t out. Even Kurt was able to feel the effects of the jump a little, and he was supposed to be the one conditioned to it.

            Still on his knees, not making a move to attack any longer, Remy continued talking. “Dey won’t know where we are for a li’l bit if we’re lucky. You’ll get me in trouble, which would be fine if I di’n’t have dozens of lives in my hands. Kurt, s’il te plâit.” He sounded less angry up on the roof, and resorted to begging. “Leave me, find a group, an’ work on takin’ down da Nation. Gettin’ caught, or messin’ wit’ me, ain’t gonna do Jack.” He paused, watching Kurt as he looked over and poked his forearms to assess the damage. “Dey know how I fight, mon ami. I can’ hold back. If I hurt you, I’m sorry.” Taken aback, Kurt pulled his attention away from his arms. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard Remy apologize before.

            Slowly getting into a crouched position, Kurt reached forward to place a hand on Remy’s shoulder. “It is I who is sorry, Remy,” he said. “I wish I could do something for you.”

            “Go.”

            “Es tut mir Leid,” Kurt repeated, “und viel Glück.”

            In a flash, the scenery had completely changed. Kurt teleported to an area half a mile away from the direction he had come earlier. He remembered the area being relatively empty and free of people, which still held true.

            It didn’t feel like Remy had broken his bones, but he no doubt left some painful bruises Kurt would have to remember him by for a long while.

[ghostlysenses]

I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the waiting fanfic cause I just read it and I neeeeeed quackity and tommy to go and confront Karl and Sapnap cause I feel like that would be sad and angsty at the same time

if you don’t want to that’s fine but I really just need to know what would happen

😘💕

oh?! Id love tooo!!

Why weren’t you there!!!

Tw: Angst, Confrontation, go read part 1

Quackity abruptly stood up, tears still streaming down his face, fists balled up in anger “I need to find them tommy…”

Tommy looked up at him, he had no idea what to say

“do you uhh, want me to come with…?”

Quackity had thought about it, he doesn’t think tommy can help with this, its a family matter after all, so instead he said

“How about you stay here, gather all of her things and take them back to Los Nevada”

Tommy nods, and with that Quackity leaves

It took him awhile to find them both, but eventually he found it

Kinoko Kingdom

and looked over it with rage

it filled him head to toe

~~~Meanwhile, with Tommy~~~

Tommy had first removed your corpse and had buried it right next to your Papas house

He then went back and looked through your room

He found old photos

he doesn’t think this family will ever look that happy again.

He starts putting things in boxes, well whatever isn’t overgrown by nature

~~~~Back to Papa!~~~~

As Quackity stepped up to them, looking like he was ready to kill, sapnap and karl stared back

“Quackity? what are you doing here” Sapnap

“Did you forget something?” Quackity asks

Both of his ex lovers stare in confusion

as he takes out a frog key

“Do you know what this is?! DONT YOU BOTH HAVE ONE?!” He shouts, with so much anger his voice is a little raspy

As Karl stares in confusion

Sapnaps eyes

SNAP!

wide open

he did forget something….someone….very important

~~Tommy!~~

He found a small picture book

You on Karls shoulders, hands up in the air!

It seemed like you were all at the beach, sunny aspect, ur hair was up in pigtails, and well the bath suit all might be dead give aways

Another photo hand you grabbing onto Quackity and pointing to a duck, ironic.

he can imagine you yelling QUACK!!! QUACK!!!

at your papa.

The next page had one of you and sapnap, u were running away with his headband. It looked like he was just about to grab you too!

He turned the next page but some was covered by moss, he tried to recover what he could but

man can’t beat nature

He set it down in the box, and went to the record player.

~~Fathers~~

“We..forgot someone?” Karl says tilting his head, quackity glared at him. When sapnap was snapped back to reality he finally spoke

“Oh my god…how lo-“

“a long time, to long, even after death she….she stayed and waited…”

Sapnap pulled out his key, they always had it in their pockets…how could they forget someone so important, their own child ffs!!

He walks over to quackity and tries to hand it to him

but he refuses

“Quackity just take it, we forgot her, we dont dese-“

“You have just as a right to be upset as I do, but y/n would not want you to wallow like this, She doesn’t blame you….I think she just wanted to see someone one more time.” He pushed the key back to him

Sapnap stared at him, tears in his eyes

Quackity smiled….

W

H

A

M

Quackity looked at his fist, bloody from Sapnaps now bloody nose.

As Sapnap landed on his back

Quackity bent down and grabbed the key “But I do blame you” he spits at him, with venom lacing his tongue.

He walked away

leaving a sad and angry sapnap

and a very confused and worried Karl

~~~~With tommy!!~~~~

Tommy had just about finished up packing up everything.

It was nearing sunset.

He set down one last empty box (He brings them back and forth) and heads over to your bed.

He’s packing pillows, blankets, and some plushies.

He sees that some look familiar, he thinks he’s seen you walking around with these.

They were like comfort items.

He doesnt want these getting into dreams hands, or any of your stuff…that could damage Quackity really bad.

He’ll have to tell Quackity to hide it all..

Once he’s done packing he looks around and suddenly…

the room seems

L

i

g

h

t

e

r

Like a weight has been lifted, or a tension is now gone.

He feels better too, he doesnt know how to explain it but it feels good.

Happiness?

Relief?

…..

Closure..?

Either way-

He sighs with content before grabbing the box and heading outside

he turns and takes one final look at the house

and to be honest

he likes to think

y/n felt, whatever he did, too…

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Last summer I applied for a job as a library specialist in a small town outside Gainesville. As part of the application I had to go to the librsry in-person and take what was essentially a high school English test, "match these titles to their authors," "what was the main theme of XYZ," etc., really dry and pointless, but the final few questions were relevant to the library position and I absolutely aced them. "What should you do if someone comes in with a dog?" "How would you help a parent find a book for their child if they don't remember the title?" "How would you respond to teenagers playing loud music?" I answered professionally and thoughtfully, and they asked me to come back for an interview. I was told to prepare a children's book storytime presentation with props, so I made a backdrop and little popsicle stick puppets for Tacky the Penguin, my favorite picture book from elementary school.

I had a lot of fun crafting everything and practicing my read-through with funny voices.

I colored in the final map, I just forgot to take a picture of it

Goodly, Lovely, Angel, Neatly, Perfect, and Tacky

"We're going on a penguin hunt, we'll mark em with a switch, then we'll sell em for a dollar and get rich, rich, rich!"

I absolutely bombed the interview. I was a nervous wreck, I kept stumbling over my words, I drew multiple complete blanks during their questions, and a lot of my answers trailed off into "well, yeah, you know what I mean..." Dumpster fire. 57 dead, 193 injured. I spent the next month dreading every single email I got because I was waiting to read the inevitable "unfortunately."

It was so much worse than that.

After enough time had passed I assumed they were simply going to ghost me, so I forgot about it and moved on, and then out of the blue they emailed me back with a form letter that began "dear sir or ma'am," which hurt a lot because I personally spoke to the hiring lady three times and all her other emails (including the form ones) had the courtesy to start with my name in all caps. They took the time to fill in the blank before, but not this time. Didn't even say "unfortunately," they were really blunt, "you were not chosen to move forward with the hiring process." Damn.

Well, I just moved back up to Gainesville and I saw that they county is still hiring for that same position at a different library that's closer to my apartment. I sent out a Hail Mary application thinking they'd reject me sight unseen, but they must have liked my cover letter because they want me to come back and take the test again. I don't remember every single question, but if it's anything like last year's I'll want to brush up on my English literature. I have to go in on Tuesday morning, so I have all weekend to study.

If I pass, they'll interview me again, and this time I hope they don't make me do another puppet show. My dad keeps making fun of me for it, like I just decided to bring puppets into it for no reason when they very specifically asked me to. It was one of the requirements. The word "puppets" was on the rubrick, but my dad acts like I'm mentally disabled, "dese are mah fwiends, dey gib me mowal suppowt, pwease n fank you!" Does he think I just choose to make puppets and bring them to job interviews for shits and giggles? Does he think I'm divorced from reality? Or is he just a heartless asshole who likes being cruel?

My old job paid me $15/hour for 31½ hours per week, $472.50 before taxes, around $420 take-home (88-89%). This library job offers $16.10 for a full 40 hours, $644.00 before taxes, around $570 net if they take out the same percentage. If I round down to 85% instead, I'd take home just shy of $550 per week, which is 131% of what I used to make. My rent is $600 per month, and my I qualify for $0 monthly payments on my student loans under the SAVE Plan, so I'd be flush with cash for once in my life and I'd have a job that doesn't make me want to kill myself!

This would be absolutely perfect! I really hope it works out this time. I know the gist of what they're going to ask me, so I'll be better prepared when it comes time to interview. Wish me luck.

[thequietkid-moonie]

mooniee, hiii~ 🥺❤️

i feel like it's been forever since i texted you, i'm sowwy-- i saw your messages, but i figured i'll just write back one bigger messages rn! :)

first of, i wanna ask how your playthroughs of persona 3 & xenoblade 2 are going! i feel like i'm way too late on this, but hey-- who are your fav characters from each game? and for xenoblade, any favorite rare blades? story blades and the ones from corecrystals! :D

alsoooo, did you see that xenoblade chronicles X got announced? 🥰 i haven't played that one yet but i know a hell lot about that game and can't wait to finally experience it for myself! if you decide to ever get that game, we def need to play it together!! (there's at least a bit of multiplayer in the original X, so i'm assuming it'll return for the X remake/remaster)

anyways, i hope you are doing alright! i missed talking to you & sowwy it took me so long to respond 😔✌🏻 i'm gonna try & reply faster from now on! love ya <3

V-CHAAAAAAN !!! I MISSED YOUUUUU !!!

I been so worried about you but im happy to heard from you 🎉🩷🩷🩷

I'll pry to god for you to have more time for yourself and peace soon 🌸

or fight them, both can work!

Don't worry, im happy now that i finally have news from you! Take your time 🩷🩷

I been enjoying A LOT Xenoblade Chronicles and Persona 3 <333 sadly I haven't get the oportunity to play them myself so im watching a gamplay (a pretty good one because it has almost all the content of the game :D)

I hope one day I can play the games personally, but if Xenoblade Chronicles X has multiplayer I will do everything in my power to get the game <3

i got the news for your post and I was excited too! This is the perfect oportunity to get in the game too, besides Xenoblade Chronicles is PEAK FICTION so i will love to get in the X too!

I already finished the story Xenoblade Chronicles 2 and I! was! in! tears! That fight take too much from us to dont even be the last fight and not even be inside of the world tree!!! Seeing Klaus again make me feel angry but also happy haha, his desing was AMAZING! and the way it conects the story to the first game makes it an absolute masterpiece!

im currently on the Torna the Golden City ✌🏼

For My favorite characters I had to say that in the top of the list is Zeke and Pandy, I absolutely both those two and their dinamyc, having a friendship as caotic as that one is one of the most valuable treasures you can have in life <3 also I like Adam just as much as I love Zeke, both are so silly thats it is even cute and funny, of course Vandhan and Jin will forever live in my heart, and Mikhail, and Akhos, and probably Malos too I love him bit also hate him

I LOOOOVE PYRAA!! im down bad for her, she is incredibly cute <333 im half way to get to know better all the blade but I love how diferent their stories and desings are!! I think i can't choose one a my favorite (but Wulfric is living on my heart and mind, he is way too cute)

For Persona 3 im right after the travel to Kyoto, right in the grief for Chidori 🥺(im still crying) I been enjoying the story a lot! The gameplay is so cool! I love how the importance of the social links <333

For My favorite characters first of all Junpei, I dont know why but I absolutely love him! He is so silly and adorable and dumb and silly 🥺 (he is so cute whenever he is with Chidori <333), i love a lot Ken too, but like my cutie patootie, I love how mature and determinated he is and yet he is still a child, I love him, I will take him as my baby 😺🌸 (also Maiko, she is so cute <3)

I absolutely adole Akihiko but he brings one of the worst part of me, idk why but whenever i saw him i feel the need to be silly and make self-depracation jokes, maybe because he is too serious? haha, Shijiro and and Makoto will live forever in my heart! and Aigis and Fuuka and Elizabeth and Theodore and Rioji and Chihiro and Yuko and Bebe

Haha i think i fell hard for the characters 🤭

[man-tittiesmwah]

Xiaolin chronicles is trash. Here's why:

First of all, it acts as if it is a sequel/continuation of showdown. The only clue we get of that fact is the monks ranks, the fact that it is clear that they already know each other and the conversation about a new monk joining in. But then there is the scene of Jack freeing Wuya(why did they change the means of her imprisonment? Actually, why was she a ghost at all? When they show the possibly future monks the hologram of Wuya's imprisonment, there is no mention of the monks capturing her again. And if they did, wouldn't they keep her somewhere safe? Didn't they learn from the last time?). I am sure there are more plotholes, but I I only watched this in 2017(that's when it aired in my country).

Another thing that bothered me is the lack of originality for the characters personalities. Let's be honest, in essence, xiaolin showdown wasn't all that original, there were the good guys fighting the bad guys who either wanna rule the world or rule and destroy it just because they are evil. But it did a great job handleling these characters, that's what makes the show special.

Firstly, Ping pong had no purpose beside being an incorporation of the element wood, an actual element in chinese mythology. That's it. My guy is so unimportant that he doesn't even have his own desing or personality, he is just omi #2 but nice.

Oh, and Omi..... He's my second favorite character in showdown, but I just can't stand him in chronicles. He used to be cute and his moments of saltyness were pretty funny. Here he is just insuferable, he is rude, extremely jealous for no apparent reason, his ego has its own gravitational orbit and I think worst of all, he treats dojo terribly, even tho he is shown to really care about him in showdown ( also, treating him as a maid is uncharacteristic for omi out of all people, he is very serious about chores and is shown to don't like it when people do his work for him).

Jack just became a punching bag, it's not funny anymore.

Master Fung is useless, he dips when the monks need him the most. Dojo crying for him got old really quickly.

That's kind of this show's entire problem. It took things that used to be funny in showdown and overused it until it became annoying.

Chase became just a stereotypical bad guy. I was on the verge of tears when i saw the new desing of his lair. His relationship with Shadow or whatever that was supposed to be was weird af. He overall became the wrong kind of creepy. He used to be the mysterious guy who killed thousands of people, incinerates towns because he cans and wants to, tried to eat dojo and has cannibalistic tendencies kind of creepy. Now he is the "nice guy" you don't want to meet when you're alone at night kind of creepy (that's the best i could come up with).

Where tf is Hannibal?

Why can't i remember one sentence from the secondary antagonists (tubbimura, katnappe)? (not counting that weird episode when jack becomes good and they cheer for him)

Why did they waste Shadow? She actually had potential. I'd much rather see her become her own character than watch whatever tf was going on betwen her and Chase.

Why does the episode "Chase lays an egg" exist?

Why did they whitewash Wuya in her human form?

Tigress woo or whatever is boring, don't even make me get started.

Where tf is Master Monk Guan?

Why wasn't Jermaine the fifth monk?

Why give Chase a new backstory that makes him look even weirder? ( bassically, he bacame evil because a girl didn't want to date him) His original backstory was perfect to show how similar him and omi are, they both seek to be something grand, but want to achieve it by walking on different paths.

Ok, i think this is all, if i remember anything else i'll make another post. Good night🫶

[geckopann]

Hii! For the fav ask game :

46, 48, 49, 50, 3, 2 for sniper mask? (Sorry if its alot!!)

Hello, it's fine. I am glad you asked me Iso! ^^

2. Did you always like this character?

To be honest, yeah I did. Although it took me a while to genuily like his character as a whole. I admit that at the beginning, I mainly liked him because I thought to myself "UHMMM He's my type" and I didn't even read the manga back then... (Embarassing. I know.)

3. What first drew you to this character?

Like I've already said, his desing. I don't know what's about his suit that just fits so well with the mask...the man was born to serve lol.

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Oh dude. I could go on a whole rant about this. To make it short, I have seen people saying that he has no personality, although I can understand them in a way, since the fact that we barelly see his facial expressions may reinforce that idea...BUT THEY ARE STILL WRONG 👺 like did we read the same manga? This dude is one the most 'fleshed out' characters in the manga. Bff

48. What's your favorite physical/desing feature for this character?

Uhm...maybe...his scar? It may sound strange, but it's a very simple detail that makes him more recognizable 🤓 (it's hard to draw but eh)

49. What's your favorite personality trait in this character?

Now getting more serious, I really admire his willpower. The guy was brainwashed, left with amnesia, but he smokes all the trauma away and goes "fuck it, we ball" the whole time.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

OHHH I have a song for him. 'Walking in my shoes' by Depeche Mode. Whenever I listen to it it reminds me of Sniper :"D (And I also feel like he prob ~smells~ like their music.)

[jaybird-baby-boy]

I love your Benrey design! Can you tell me more about his desing and about yours headcanon about him ?

Hi hi hi! My first ask! :3 I'll gladly explain my design for Benny boy.

Sorry if this goes off as a tangent, btw.

------ BENREY DESIGN ------

So, the way I draw Benrey took a little trial and error. My style shifts and changes a lot sometimes, and with certain characters it can be harder for me to find a way to draw them that I really like.

Personally, little, round headed man? pointy lil ears? I love it.

His hair has also gone through some changes in my style. When I started drawing him it was usually right at the neck/shoulders, then I started drawing him with just a mass of short lil spikey hair, and now currently we're in the 'hair almost to the bottom of the spine" length. I will always draw it as just pitch black darkness, and as scruffy as possible.

I dunno why but I absolutely love the designs of him where the shadow of his face is part of his hair, so that's what I stick with.

In his.. 'hair', are multiples of eyes and teeth, and the eyes often have their own expressions and emotions to them. Sometimes they just pop up somewhere and he ruffles his hair to make em go away.

I personally like drawing him as thin as a twig, but thicc boy benny is a very good hc as well.

When it comes to the Final Boss Benrey, my personal design for him is just this giant, vaguely human-esque inky mass of goopy flesh and eyes and limbs.

------ PERSONAL HEADCANONS ------

I don't have any full listing of my personal headcanons, but i guess now is a good time to start ^^

Please keep in mind these are just my personal headcanons, I like most hcs i find online but these are just my favorites to work with for art/rps

Benrey is an alien from Xen

Not only an alien from Xen but he also was practically raised in Black Mesa

He escaped confinement but didn't know how to get out so he just took a guard uniform to try and go undercover until he could maneuver his way out.

Heard about Gordon from other guards and scientists, so when they met he just decided to try and follow him in hopes he could lead him to the way out. The rest is history.

He struggles with speaking when he gets upset, and bonds with Joshua over this.

He loves Joshua to death, and bonds very well with the kid. They both like to harass Gordon endlessly.

He's pretty close with Tommy, they're pretty much best friends.

Personal clothing hcs for him is very much like he came straight out of Hot Topic or Spencers. I like to imagine him in shirts with psychedelia or mushroom themes. Otherwise, gaming merch.

He doesn't need to eat, sleep, nothing. But he likes doing everything human's do. He thinks its funny.

He doesn't feel pain much either, and can just regenerate/respawn or whatever when he dies. He ends up realizing that Gordon's hand won't ever regenerate, and that it was excruciatingly painful and feels extremely guilty about it.

Ship wise, I like putting him with Gordon (as i think like 70% of the fandom does), but I have grown a small interest in him and Tommy, or all three together.

If i think of anything else I'll add it to the post! If you have any more questions please feel free to ask! I'm also willing to draw anything mentioned here, I have the urge for doodles.

Thanks for the ask!~

-jaybird._.baby (ze/zir/zirs)

[blackmalethoughts]

Deserving Better (Ontario Women are Trash 2.0)

I've been having these thoughts in my mind, heart and soul for about 8 years while going through life here in Ontario. Instead of keeping it inside and constantly talking to myself about it, I decided to post some of it here. Maybe some other guy out there reading this might relate.

I've had made a post under another name years ago, venting about my experiences with women in the GTA and how trash majority of them are. After having it up there for some time, a part of me felt I was being too harsh and unfair, in which I ended up deleting it and moved on with my life. Years later, up to this point, I'm here wishing that I hadn't deleted that blog -- wondering about all the things that I'd written at that moment, especially the part about how a woman would forgive her man if her boyfriend were to beat her (wild shit, I know).

Love is something that I have always wanted in my life from a significant other. The feeling of a lady caring about you, supporting you, giving herself to you and making you feel like you're important in her life, because that's something that I would do back for a lady. For years I've chased; from the constant rejections, to dates that seemed like it was going somewhere but it never did, to women playing too many games, to women calling me on the phone about their man problems, to being the rebound guy where those same women get dumped by their own men then hit me up with "heyyy stranger" and more messages leading up to sex, to cancel a third date after a car crash I had years ago only for that woman to ghost me afterwards; To your ex telling you how much of a bad boyfriend you were, even to the point where she'd lie to her friends about you and compare you to her ex (who to this day I don't know who he is) that raped her in high school.

I don't consider myself to be the perfect guy. I've never considered myself to be a desperate person nor a jealous person either. I've always had accepted things for what it is / was and moved forward. Regardless of these things, I've spent majority of my days alone beating myself up more times than I could count. Telling myself that I'm undeserving of love and that being alone seemed more better than having to deal with the bs from women that have taken me for granted and have made me feel worthless. Doesn't really help when you have a group of women who constantly tell black men how they ain't shit and how dusty and broke they are and more.

With all of that on my plate, I felt really lonely, depressed and frustrated with dating and the state of women here in Ontario.

I would say it was not until January 2020, which was when I took the time to realize my self-worth and how much work that I had to do for myself. From that moment on up until now, I've been focused more than ever on my goals that I have set in place for myself to achieve career wise, all the while improving on myself physically, mentally and financially. I can say that I'm in a better place now than where I was back in 2010 from when I had my first relationship (which lasted 4 months) up to 2019 where all seemed gloomy as shit.

As far as dating goes, I'm far from interested in wanting to date women for something serious. Dating is dead here, to me at least. There's nothing that women here can offer me other than headaches, gaslighting, mental issues, children from previous men, and false accusations. My future is the only thing that matters to me. I would go as far as saying traveling overseas being the best option for me at this point for finding love, even if it means learning another language and the culture, I'm more than willing to do it. Been traveling since I was 9, so why not? I know that I will never find a genuine connection with a woman nor be loved here in western society. Good men are not wanted since women settle for the man with an "edge" to them, and then once they're all used up, they want to run back to you. They're not worth the squeeze.

I deserve better in my life.

[r0ttensunf]

ive heard closer when i was 10 years old, i wanted to sing it with my best friends in a school talent show... that was the first time that ive decided to take a "professional" take on an art project. some time later ive listened to eastside and that song caried me through 2018 wich was one of the most traumatic years of my life, i was fouding out about my bisexuality in a toxic household and toxic classroom in school had no one there for me but then i found out about you for real. Ive listened to strangers cause i knew lauren jauregui but something about you were diferent. I saw some videos about you instantly feel for your beauty (like a 12 yearold who just undertood she liked girls would) and as time passed your music stuck with me more and more. in 2019 i created fan accounts to post edits fanarts all of that for you i developed so much of my editting and desing and ilustration skills consuming your music. In the pandemic your album Manic changed everything for me. i was in my most depressive fase, stuck in my home with a mother who didnt knew how to deal with her daughters feelings and a dad who seam to not care. my mom would scream at me for crying to loud and for not beeing able to get out of bed to shower but hearing your music made me wipe my tears and smile. ive always had a troubled relationship with the idea of motherhood, i kinda still do, but when you annouced that you were pregnant it was the start of a change of vision for me making me see how trully beautiful beeing a mother can be. then iichliwp came out and what a piece of masterpiece that album is. within your whole discography every word you say seems to echo inside my chest following each beat. your lyrics been nailed in my bones since that first time i heard your voice in closer when i was 10. eventho i became a fan in 2018, those almost 6 years having you as a part of my life were lifechangimg. after my parents divorced i became closer to my dad because he would ask to listen to your songs with me in the car, last year he took me to your concert in sao paulo. Because of you im able now to see that motherhood doesnt have to be exaustimg and clonficted. because of you ive learned to not listen to shit about my gender, my sexuality and mostly about how i decide i want to be. Now, youre back realeasing the most vulnerable songs in your career and all i wanted more then ever was to give you the tightest hug. ive went to sleep hugging my pillow so many times wishing one day id be able to feel your arms around me to comfort me. But eventho my life is a mess now with the transition from adolence and adulthood with me becoming 18 this year, right now all i wanted was to give you a hug so i could confort you. i know i dont know you, but thats one of the prettiest parts, how youre able to make me the happiest girl in the world without even trading words with me. how youre able to get this part of me that no one else in the world can. ive liked other artists before, but as ive been growing up none of them stayed as strong as you do. when the end came out i skip school cause i couldnt stop crying. i was so scared of losing you. i cried the whole day and guess what? my dad was the first person to confort me, the same that who seemed to not care before you. im still so scared of losing you. Not just for me, but you have such a beautiful son, friends who love you and other fans who also care so deeply for you. ive cryied not only cause youre halsey, but also just as a person who has been through such a dificult battle all those years. we still know so little, but i cant express to you enough how deeply i care about you. im sorry if there were people who made you not belive in those words anymore, but for me i can asure you ill be here for your music, your art, your truth. youre so strong please know that there are milions of people out there who are proud of you. i cant even imagine how hard it must be not only to deal with health issues like this but also now publically. gosh i just wished i could do something.

My own fans are hands down meaner to me than any other people on the planet. Not speaking for all of you, of course. But it used to be just a minority that were awful to me and now it seems like a majority have only stuck around to chime in occasionally with their opinion of how much they hate me or how awful I am. it’s hard to want to engage in a space that is completely devoid of any kindness, sympathy, patience; or to be honest human decency. Especially after years of hiding from the interactions for fear that this EXACT thing would happen. I don’t know man. I almost lost my life. I am not gonna do anything that doesn’t make me happy anymore. I can’t spiritually afford it.

When I got sick all I could think about was getting better so I could come back and be a part of THIS again, but I don’t even know what *this* is anymore and I want to crawl in a hole and I regret coming back.

[cephalofille]

The pain of my soul in HD: the more I try the less success I have I feel

I feel like the more I try, the more I struggle to keep motivated to reach my goals, the less I can do the artwork I'd like to do, folks.

For me making art was never difficult, the inspiration to make my art was something that came from my soul!

It was a flame that used to shine brightly, and gused forth fiercely and spectacularly, like lava from a volcano, in the form of art.

But I no longer have it....

I feel like that inspiration for me to do art it's gone from my heart since the that fateful day I met...

....une certaine personne...

.....mon ex-petit copain, qui a ruiné ma vie....

It's the end of the semester for my students whom I teach French classes to, and I've been busy reviewing assignments and putting in grades on them. Giving my students one by one, some personal notes where I give them feedback about their works, what they've done good and what I'd suggest to them to improve their french and learn faster.

I posted a tiktok about my cat, taking the chance he was being quite, cos I thought it was cute and people were going to like it, and that would help to cheer me up a bit today, but it wasn't popular.

For the rest of the day, I helped my mom doing house chores and I made meal. Then we ate together, and I started to tell her about my school and how my students are doing, because I wanted to hang out with her, but she didn't pay attention to me.

She was very busy with her cellphone, sending tex messages to talk to my sister, to my brother, to the landlord, to her neighbor and friend...with everybody but me. Plus! she was worried that about my sister and her baby. Since she got pregnant all the attention it's for her (and it's usually like that already, so imagine it, it's even more now!) So even if I wanted to cry, I contained myself, forgot the talking and just ate.

After that I sat down back to finish reviewing assignements.  I've took some of the time in the afternoon to try and make the animation I talked about on twitter some days ago, but I wasn't able to do much. So I started to browse pinterest for inspiration to draw, and I didn't find any.

I wanted to draw emma from one of my favorites series, Lou...

...a funny comic strip about a bee, a christmas pinup of a cool cartoon girl to post here, a new character desing of a character for my sci-fi saga of comic books (that I've left aside like for 7 years lol), more of Jupiter the gecko (other of my original characters, of other of my original comics that's also in hiatus) Ice Bear (from the cartoon show) saying mon dieu while he...well, if you've seen the art I post here, then you know what I mean XD

I also wanted to draw Tsuyo and Legoshi (from their respective animes) cos I think they're cool characters! And also I tried to make a drawing of one of my oc's giving chocolates to my dear friend LordValdarox, cos he have given me a lot of support and encouragement since we've met, and it was going to be an artgift to thank him.

...But I wasn't able to draw anything.

Nothing came out.

 All of the sketches I did were awful. And that made me feel even more sad and lonely than how I usually feel everyday due the fact nobody in the country where I live now talk french, or understands french. And I can't talk french with anybody!

So you can imagine, right now while writting this I have the impression of being worthless, unapreciated by my mom and the rest of my family too, for not being "sucessful" cos I don't earn a lot of money money. I feel like a waste on place in this beautiful planet that we call earth, and that today, it has been just another day of my mediocre, boring, french-less...purposeless life.

Don't get me wrong! I'm not saying all in my life is bad, there were good news in my family this week that gave me happiness and...some motivation to improve as a person and as an artist, to be a better person, to be a good role model for this little angel that have just came to this world.

And it's cool, teaching french it's cool, I'm not complaining of that either hein!

I just wish I could art the same way I used to do when I was younger, or some time ago....why I'm not able to?!? Why I can't recover my mojo with art anymore?

It's very frustrating to sit in front of the computer (or paper) and that your hand can't do what you're imagining in your mind! Is one of the most heartbreaking things for a visual artist.

Some of you fellow artists have any advice?

If you have done something that worked to recover the flame for making art I'd like to know.

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (817): Tue 11th Jun 2024

Up early to head over town for my latest tattoo. Iron Maiden have been a constant source of comfort to me since I was at school and I've pretty much wanted a tattoo of Eddie from the moment I saw his fucked up face on the album cover of Piece of Mind all those years ago but I have never been able to settle on a design until now. As you may know whenever I get tattoos I try to combine two or more ideas to form one epic creation so a while back I experimenting with AI bots to see what Eddie would look like in different costumes. At first I had an Elephant Man-style Eddie that looked good and later a Jack the Ripper-influenced Eddie that I liked even more but then I decided to see what Eddie would look like dressed as my favourite wrestlers. Bret Hart Eddie looked Decent as did Shawn Michaels Eddie but then I got the AI bot to create an image of Eddie dressed up as The Undertaker and it was love at first site. I decide then and there my next tattoo would be: The Eddietaker...that's right folks I've just set mself back £500 all for the sake of a pun that barely works. I got to the tattoo place at 10 and Sophie the artist who has now tattooed me four times came over with the design I sent her and I got the shock of my life because it was fucking enormous. I was worried that this drawing of Eddie's face, which was larger than my face, was the smallest size she could do and thus it would have to go somewhere other than my forearm which is where I wanted it. Thankfully this was just the first of a dozen pieces of paper with the desing done in different sizes and there was one which was small enough to fit on my forearm without stretching over the fold of the arm. Before we started I realised this is now the second character named Eddie that Sophie has tattoed on me after she gave me my awesome Richie and Eddie from Bottom earlier in the year. I tried to think if there were any other fictional characters named Eddie I could get tattooed on me before I realised there would be plenty to write about in today's blog and I didn't need to fill up the page with this absolutely pointless exercise. I always make the same mistake whenever I get a tattoo in that I assume that the initial pain you get when the artist is just doing the outline is going to be that same level throughout and think that I'm tough because this level of pain barely phases me. However once the shading comes into play it's a whole different story and I'm holding my breath and strunching up my face praying that there's not long left to go. After about an hour and a half of torture Sophie told me she was going to break for lunch as soon as she got a phonecall from her landlord and after another hour I was death staring her phone which she'd left on her desk almost trying to indimidate the fucking thing into ringing so I could have a reprieve from the pain. After three uninterupted hours we finally broke for lunch and I headed over to Wetherspoons to tuck into a veggie curry and appreciate how lovely it is not to have a needle scraping against your sin. On my way back to the studio some yob in a tracksuit and bottoms saw my longcoat and my sunglasses and shouted "Back To The Future" at me. I wanted to turn around and say "Yeah I've been to the future mate and you're in prison for rape" but in the end I just walked away content with the fact that one day he's going to end up in prison for rape. Another hour and tenty minutes of pain in the studio later and I was finally done and my God it was so worth it. Sophie took a few pictures of the finished work including one in the light proof booth so she could put it on the website as she was really proud of the work she'd done on this one and she really should be as it looks fucking amazing. Frankly it looks so good that I think I should be allowed to attend Iron Maiden gigs free of charge from this point on and just present this to the security instead of a ticket (although if word of this got around it would only be a matter of time before a ticket tout cut off my arm and sold it for four times what I paid for the tattoo).