#its just. taking more playdoh out or putting more in

[networksupported]

ok. coming to you live from the afformentioned bus

anyway i THINKKKKKK the idea of like. cas not being able to come back from the dead might not be true??? or well. somethings coming back. i actually have no idea if it would be anything resembling cas or

i think so?? probably. we'll go with yes. i'm the author here i should know this crap

OH MY GOD

[wosoamazing]

Icky

Summary: You get bus sick. Warnings: Motion sickness, vomit

Today you were travelling to Manchester with the team on the bus. It was going to take 4 hours, if there wasn’t any traffic, so Lotte took you to the shops this morning to buy some things to keep you entertained on the bus.

You got to play on your iPad for a while before Lotte told you that you’d had enough screen time and she handed you some play doh to do, however after making several different shapes you got bored of the playdoh and asked for your colouring in, as you coloured in you started to feel icky, and your stomach started to feel kind of funny. 

-

“Lotte, I feel a little sick,” you admitted to her as you stopped your colouring in and wrapped your arms around your stomach.

“That’s not good, does your tummy hurt?” You nodded, causing Lotte to look at Alessia who stood up and walked towards the front of the bus, “well why don’t we put your colouring away and you can sit on my lap, and we could have a cuddle as you look outside, and maybe take some deep breaths.” you just nodded again and Lotte moved to pack up your crayons in your pencil case, she closed up your book and placed them in the middle of the table, before lifting you up and placing you in her lap, sideways, so that your side was leaning into her and you faced out the window. As you followed Lotte’s words you started feeling more and more sick, you hadn’t even noticed that Alessia had returned to her seat, handing Lotte the several sick bags and wet wipes the medics gave her. You were almost shaking as you tried to stop the sick feeling, and prevent the tears that were threatening to fall from doing so. You didn’t really know what being sick was like, somehow you only picked up the common cold once a year and that was it, so the feeling of ickiness rising up your throat made you feel weird, and so you told Lotte.

“I don’t like this,” you said as you looked up at her, tears starting to spill out of your eyes, she pulled you back in her lap so you were sat fully on her lap rather than the edge of her thigh. Your face had lost almost all of its colour and Lotte was pretty sure you were about to throw up. So she grabbed a sick bag, as you turned your head to look back out the window.

“Peanut, if you feel like you might throw up, like your tummy might be sick, I need you to try and aim in here okay,” she told you as she held the sick bag in front of you, you just nodded weakly as you fought back the feeling. Lotte saw your body jerk slightly, before your eyes widened in panic, “It’s okay Pea, I’ve got you, just let it out,”. She watched as you gaged, the tears started to grow, and before long you gaged again as your stomach spilled its contents out into the bag, “that’s the way Pea, it’s okay, you’ve got this, don’t worry, you’re doing so great” Lotte comforted you as she rubbed your back. After you finished you moved your hands up to rub your wet eyes and you sat upright again, “Do you think you’re done for now pea?” you nodded at her as one of the medics walked up behind you holding a bucket, Lotte twisted the bag to tie it up and placed it in the bucket before grabbing a wet wipe and wiping your face, placing it in the bucket too. You immediately turned around to face her and curled up in her lap burying your head in her chest and she wrapped her arms tightly around your now sobbing body.

“We’re going to stop off slightly earlier than originally planned, someone can go inside and grab whatever you both need and you can sit outside with her so she can get some fresh air if you want,” the medic told Lotte, “Thank you,” she smiled at the medic who smiled back before walking towards the front of the bus again. 

“Are you feeling a little better now Pea?” Lotte asked as she kissed the top of your head, you nodded softly into her chest.

______

You were now sitting on Lotte’s knees as she sat on a bench outside, you felt a lot more like your normal self and only felt a little icky still, you were in a very competitive game of eye spy when Leah came to sit next to you.

“Hey Le, you okay?” Lotte asked, curious as to why the blonde wasn’t inside with the team.

“Yeah, just thought I would join you both to get some fresh air,” Leah’s voice pulled you out of your trance and you climbed of Lotte’s lap before walking over to Leah on the bench, “Hi Le,” you said as you wrapped your arms around her neck to give her a hug, before she pulled you into her, causing you to fall into her lap.

“Hi mini England, are you feeling better now?” “yes,” you said as you aggressively nodded your head.

“Let’s remember to be calm, Pea, we don’t want you getting sick again.” “Sorry Lotte, can I sit with you on the bus now Leah?” you asked as you tilted your head.

“I think that is up to your sister, but if she says yes I am happy with it.” Leah looked towards Lotte for confirmation.

“Are you sure Leah, she might get sick again,” Lotte asked cautiously, “It’s totally fine Lotte, I’ll just make sure we have some sick bags with us for just encase,” Leah reassured your sister.

“Okay then Pea, you can sit with Leah, but remember to behave and if you feel sick make sure to tell her straight away okay,” you nodded eagerly, as the rest of the team joined you outside. You pulled Leah along behind you as you walked back to the bus.

-

“How about you have a sleep , Pea, it might make you feel better. I might join you, my body is making me feel extra tired today” you nodded as a yawn escaped from your mouth, Leah manoeuvred you on her lap so that you were sitting with your back against her front and your legs stretched out in front of you on top of hers, she sat across two seats, leaning back against the glass of the window. Lia handed her a blanket, which she placed over you, and it wasn’t long before you had fallen asleep. Leah fell asleep shortly after you and you both slept for the rest of the trip.

[ghost-kitty-cat]

(I don't know why but I really like making fun future Headcanons for the characters so let's a go!) Children Headcanons (this is mostly how I think the characters would do as parents + tiny bit of Headcanons for their potential future kids...)

Desmond & Newbie/Love (yes we're going in same order as last time): I totally see both Desmond and Newbie/Love being very nervous parents (I totally think they would adopt a kid instead of having one biologically) Anyways I think they would definitely start out as those very nervous parents but eventually over time (and with a tiny bit of advice/help from Law & Sweets), Desmond & Newbie/Love would be wonderful parents... (just my Headcanon but I imagine they adopted only one kid but they help foster other kids…)

Law & Sweets: let's be honest Nat is enough of a handful as is... so I couldn't picture Law and Sweets having or adopting any kids (but I totally imagine when Nat is a bit older, they will help foster a few kids…)

Neo & Darling: These two would probably be absolutely amazing parents (mostly because of what we know about Neo's family and the fact that I Headcanon Darling having a big family themselves) They would definitely do good (I totally imagine they're also the type of parents who make sure they show all their kids equal amounts of love)

Gage & Bug: I totally imagine these two started off with just fostering but they end up adopting one of their foster children... (I can totally picture Gage & Bug showing their new kid a bit about art like Gage is using actual clay to sculpt and their kid is playing with playdoh and trying to copy everything perfectly.... despite Bug telling the kid that it doesn't have to be perfect and it can have its own imperfections…)

Cyril & Rival/Dove: oh boy and you thought Desmond and Newbie/Love... you haven't seen these two... (I definitely imagine they had start off by just adopting a cat and eventually they decided to adopt a kid... I personally think they would pick a kid whose attuned (I think that's the word) but attuned in a way that is typically disliked (like just for an example: let's say people normally really hated shifters, Cyril and Rival/Dove would adopt a shifter... if that makes sense... they wanna show love to kids who usually wouldn't get picked…)

Roman & Pip: they would probably be good parents but at the same time, I don't trust Roman... (I feel like Roman would be the kind of dad who always puts the safety of Pip and their potential child before himself which is somewhat good but at the same time, I feel like it would potentially lead to Roman's doom…)

Ellis & Gem: Definitely amazing parents (that kid would absolutely grow up to be a massive bookworm though.... I totally also can see their kid really being fascinated by magic like how Gem was when Ellis first explained the world of magic to them... the apple doesn't fall from the tree…)

Dion, Bunny & Kane: They would definitely be good parents (I totally can see them adopting a kid... I imagine Dion would be the more mischievous parent while Kane is the more protective parent... and Bunny is in the middle grounds, I imagine Bunny is the one who has to remind Dion to be a little more serious and the one who has to remind Kane to be a little less serious.... XD)

Casey & Honey: I think they would definitely be amazing parents but it would definitely take quite a while before they actually choose to be parents (mostly because of Casey's anxiety and I imagine Honey wouldn't want to pressure Casey into something if he ain't ready for it…)

Marlowe & Detective: similar to Casey & Honey I think Marlowe and Detective would be amazing parents but it will take a bit before they decide to actually become parents (imagine Marlowe having that mindset of he wants to wait for the perfect time before having kids because he doesn't want his potential kids to end up homeless or something, he wants his potential kids to have a good childhood maybe because of how his own childhood was... geez this got depressing, let's just move on!..)

"Jacob" & Dearest/Bean: I like to imagine the original Jacob was good with kids and so is Dearest/Bean but at the same time, Dearest/Bean is also a bit of workaholic soo yea.... as for him (*stares at "Jacob"*) I don't trust that man anywhere near a child.... I feel like he would give them nightmares... literally... (stay back away from the children you beast 🤺)

[bfdifan26]

here it is farts

“What are you doing?”

Erasey peeked up from the piece of paper they had pinned on the ground and were doodling on. They covered it with their hands.“Nothing.”

Spraypaint hummed, “Where’d you get that anyway? There aren’t just supplies lying around in here or anything.”

“I got them from the library. There’s a, little shelf, with magazines and colouring books and stuff, in it.” Erasey spoke with a smile, swinging their legs.

“I’m surprised you still like that room after what happened.”

“It was only the cave that was the bad part.”

Erasey put their head down and continued drawing, craning their head so Spraypaint wouldnt see. They didn’t really strike anyone as a secretive person, so of course this made her want to know even more.

“Can I get like, a clue?”

“About what?”

“What you’re drawing, I really wanna know.”

“No.”

Spraypaint rolled her eyes. Erasey wasn’t that fun to talk to anyway.

Peanut rammed the shovel into the gravel of the red floor, yanking it out afterwards. After Hanger had gotten caught alone in the cavern, only being saved thanks to their teammate Erasey, he had decided to close all the entrance points he could find. He figured it was his duty as, though he loved the guy, Daddy long legs wasn’t that competent, and likely wouldn’t actually do anything about it himself. Taking it upon himself to do the dirty work his higher-ups were supposed to was nothing new to Peanut, at all. But this time felt better. It was for Hanger.

A small pebble knocked him on the head from above, making him look up. He squinted at the sudden brightness of the room after being at the bottom of a cave. How was this place even lit up anyway?

“Hello, hello? Daddy long legs says its challenge time.” An all-too familiar flamboyant, condescending voice echoed. Peanut groaned, “Cant they just hang on? I don’t want anyone falling down here during a challenge!” It would also be more fatal if someone fell down now of all times, as now the bottom was filled with rubble thanks to Peanut.

“You’re wasting my time, darling. I already walked all the way over here to get to you.” Peanut rolled his eyes, and began to climb up.

“I hope if anyone falls, it’s you.” Playdoh just giggled at that, skipping his way back towards everyone else, complaining about Peanut being so slow.

[worldofgoo]

yayayay yippee (≧◡≦) i love how vibrant & lively your art is, i think my fav pieces are Horse Surgery & hanyuu (even tho i have no idea who that is) but that one wip with the rainbow is also v ery special 2me because it reminds me of my fav kind of weather ^_^ generic Which Program Do You Use question & also which programs have you tried so far? which one would you recommend for someone whose only experience so far wiht digital art has been scribbling in ms paint -_-? on topic, what do you draw with (mouse, phone, drawing tablet, ??) & was it easy for you to get used to digital art? i always get overwhelmed by the amound of different functions available so im not sure where to even start, any advice? which physical art forms do you like / would you like to learn (anything at all, i personally have been getting into air dry clay... well actually ive been using my sisters playdoh but maybe ill purchase smthn fancier :3) & final question how do you come up with poses to draw? your characters (+creatures) seem very animated and i really like that :)

HI okay i guess ill answer these in a list. actually will put it under the cut since i ended up saying a lot (and dw i enjoy being able to talk a lot so thank you!)

-THANK YOU im glad some of my more recent works (in my more current style) are appealing 2 people! like i wanna draw my own way even though i think it gets less notes... the higurashi fanarts (hanyuu and shion) r very memorable pieces to me because its when i started doing the loose sketches with the thin lines and block colors and thats the direction i reallyreally wanted to take my style in. also the rainbow is rian my friend rian

-i draw in paint tool sai! the only program i used before that was sketchbook pro, which i didnt like because the brushes were kind of... blurry/smudgy? sai allows you to zoom in and draw pixel by pixel which is something i like, and i like the way it does its blending. its also just easier for me to understand. i didnt pay for it i think i found some deviantart page that had the link, id have to find it again

-i draw with a wacom intuos tablet! its lasted me... almost 10 years now. ive heard newer ones are poorer quality in terms of at least the nibs needing to be replaced constantly, so idk what the most recommended tablet these days is. ive drawn with my mouse and tbh it caused awful hand pain so i would not recommend this. i draw on my phone with my finger sometimes but i find doing it on my laptop easier, however it is doable once you get used to it

-the way i got into digital art... well. i still have an archive of my earliest art if you wanna see! i was 14 n just drew random shit, often lining over doodles i did on paper and coloring them in. i think esp if youre overwhelmed start with making like throwaway experimental pieces, scribble around, doodle stupid things and color them in with different brushes and see what you enjoy. and then you can just keep the files to yourself if they dont look too good or maybe itll look interesting, it depends i guess haha. the other thing that ive always found helped me was telling myself id draw every day even if it was a little scribble or the tiniest amount of work on a wip bc getting a habit going helped my art a Lot beause it helped me spend more time thinking n focusing on it

more specific advice for sai that i found useful- using clipping groups & the preserve opacity functions are both lifesavers in terms of not spending so much time trying to color in the lines. if you color in a base layer you can just put everything above it as a clipping group and just not worry about it anymore. i also really like using the filters (like multiply) to mess around with the colors a drawing has, though sometimes its more effective to just select a layer/individual color and fuck with the hue/saturation/etc until it looks good. when i color, esp when its not turning out how i wanted to, i rely on shifting colors A LOT. n also mixing colors together using a blending brush and then colorpicking the intermediate color. very useful

-for the most part i stick to uncolored pencil doodles on like, notebook paper (even though i have some fancy supplies X[ one day) but i LOVE making things with clay, wish it was more accessible to do at home. i have a handful of clay animal statues and stuff that i made in my ceramics class in high school. would looove to do more

-because my poses tend to be very pushed/cartoony using references of real people isnt always useful (though obv knowing the basics of anatomy always helps) so in those cases ill use other cartoony art i like as inspiration, i try to see what i like about their poses nd emulate that with my own. sometimes when im struggling ill just do a bunch of studies where i copy art i like to try to get a feel for what im missing. mostly ive realized i like when the pose conveys some level of like, volume and taking up a 3D space (which im still definitely not a master of but bullshitting it can be fun). and i also like to have a balance of curved and angular shapes. sometimes i try to just do a pose that conveys a specific emotion or i just make shit up lol

alsooooo i cant reccomend aimless doodling enough! just random shapes, turning the random shapes into creatures, trying and trying and trying different ways to draw something until you like it, i feel like the things my hand makes when i shut my brain off and just scribble can inspire me as well, and i try to emulate whatever i made by chance while doodling. and if your doodles turn out better in traditional i tend to consider using a photo of a drawing as a way to skip the "preliminary sketch" phase nd drawing a rough sketch over that which i then use for my drawing (or just directly color since i draw very fast/lazy...)

[barbie888]

Energy ball game

In the flow game and switch palm game , you were concentrating on getting the energy out of you and flowing back into you. In this exercise we want to combine both flow games. In this game, place your hands about four inches apart. Instead of having the flow go from one hand to the other hand, imagine that you have a flow pushing out from both hands into the space between them. A good metaphor is if you have two water hoses turned on and spraying water out into a central point. When you stop energy from flowing into the space, you should still be able to feel the edges of the space, perhaps via a little tingle, temperature shift, or other sensation. You may be able to see something in between your hands (if you close your eyes), or you might even feel that the energy in between your hands has weight. Record any sensations you have. Attempt to keep putting more energy in between your hands till you have a "perception" that this "ball" of energy looks bigger or feels bigger, or you know it is larger.

Now that you have a lump of energy in between your hands, we are going to give the energy form. Close your eyes. Feel the unstructured energy lying in your hands. Imagine the energy as very lumpy PlayDoh. Form the protoplasm into a sphere. Visualize and feel the sphere growing harder and more solid. When I do this, I will physically compress my hands around thesphere to compact the energy. Try to add as many different senses as you can until the sphere feels more real to you. Continue to do this until the ball holds its own shape without you actively holding it together. It may take several tries. Record each attempt in your journal; in particular, pay attention to how solid the ball feels or looks. Record the texture of the ball you made, its color, etc. Write down any other information that comes to you. Repeat this exercise with a partner after you have practiced a bit, and see if you can verify that he or she can "sense" the ball in your hands.

Let's take this a little further. Imagine a playground rubber ball or handball. What does a rubber ball feel like? What does it look like? What does it sound like when it bounces? What texture does it have? What color does it have? Try to write down as many details using as many senses as you can. Create the sphere again and then ingize that the new ball has the details you wrote down. Imagine throwing of and catching it. Try this with a partner or two. If the ball loses its form, just remake it and have fun.

[jjkpls]

the wishlist (m) - 3

“You used it.”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> words : 4.2k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk and use; explicit language; masturbation (f); ambiguous infidelity; awkward oc; koo being cute but insufferable

previous - next

For about a week and a half, you simply ignore the outrageous box sitting in the centre of your living room.

If you omit to remember what’s inside, it’s just a nice-looking decoration, embellishing your messy coffee table. It’s perfectly fine sitting between the unopened mails and the takeout brochures. You see Jungkook glance at it each time he comes over but he has the decency to not mention it. You might have read a little disappointment but he didn’t share it with you, not wanting to bother you, as you rightfully assumed, and in any case, you’re just doing exactly what you said you would: not use it. 

Then comes a glorious day of resting from work for you, and miraculously it matches your two closest girl friends' schedules and they owe to come over, celebrate a belated Christmas with you. And as you’re quickly tidying up the place, the question of the box being way too present here is raised again. They will ask about it. One will surely open it before you even get to answer.

The box has to go. 

And in your room, hidden in your bedside table where you know no one will peak, it goes. 

When you wake up from the fantastic, long-awaited Christmas celebration, it’s with a terrible headache. Mary, the amateur singer, received a ridiculous karaoke mic and if karaoke is involved, so is alcohol. You didn’t know that but apparently, you can get a severe almost deadly hangover from rosé. Well. Starting this new year already learning new things, how great. 

One thing that’s unchanged for this new year, as it seems, is Jungkook's talent for psychic arts. He somehow knows you need a copious breakfast made with love and by him, and the curious hangover shot only his roommate has the secret recipe of, to cope with being alive this morning. 

“Hello, Sunshine.” Your face feels so bloated and tensed at the same time like it’s made of playdoh and some devilish kid came and punched at it then squished it hard with its chubby mean fingers.

Very unpleasant.

You know you have very little to do with a ray of sunshine at the moment. You're more alike a gremlin or something. Therefore, as a gremlin would, you groan an answer. You catch through the minuscule slits you now own for eyelids a grin from him. It’s not even vexing or upsetting. His lovely, lovely smile is always a blessing. It’s the only thing that makes you not want to head back to bed and just sleep until death ensues. The pretty, pretty thing. With the big bunny front teeth. He is the sunshine. 

“Had fun last night?” He asks, still grinning, once he’s served you and himself two good plates of pancakes. He’s sitting in front of you, in front of this delicious looking good, yet he’s ogling you with a strange insistence. When he starts eating because you take too long to formulate a response, he munches slowly, still staring, instead of stuffing his face and swallow down the whole thing like a starving man, like he usually does. 

“Yeah. They spoiled me.” You say, quietly. You’re confused. You feel uneasy like there’s something you’re not getting. You hate this feeling. Usually, this friendship is filled with inside jokes you can make up exclusively via telepathy. But here you’re missing something, it feels. Or you might just be confused by the headache and possibly somehow still a bit drunk. 

“Oh did they?” The beam is even wider. You frown, nod, decide that it’s too early and your brain too foggy to try and investigate a confusion that might just be the product of your imagination. 

It doesn’t click then. It doesn’t click the next three times he asks you again, with slightly different formulations if, really, you had fun last night. 

He departs an hour later because he has an appointment with a client, as always leaving some of himself for your guilty pleasure and the marking on your eyelids of that curious grin. That curious mischievous grin. With the crooked shape, the white teeth looking menacing like a wolve’s and the eyebrows arched in suggestion.

How come such an attractive look can be so anxiety-inducing? You’re too fidgety, too confused and concerned to focus on anything. Remnants of the conversation rolling back again and again, trying to make sense of things that probably do not necessitate further explaining. 

The whole ordeal made you so nervous, you end up after an hour of trying to go about your day and failing poorly, sitting on your sofa, lotus style, eyes closed and hands turned up to the universe (hoping It might offer you some clearance It would just drop off in your palms). The thing is meditating is hard. Making so your brain would shut the fuck up is hard as hell. And you suck at it. 

Spoiler alert, you don’t reach the state of inner peace and quiet you wished to find. Instead, you make enough silence for your noggins to be more performing and suddenly it hits. Your eyes grow ten times in size, you almost fall from your sit for the shock is violent.

The moron.

You or him, probably both. 

You

I did NOT use it.

You

I put it away because the girls were coming over but I DID NOT USE IT

He simply replies with a winking emoji and you hate him for it. 

You

Jeon Jungkook, ur a dick I said I wouldnt use it EVER and I won’t, have a nice day moron. 

And again, this time, you mean it. You’ve never said anything with this much conviction in these twenty-five years of living.

Why would you now? When you now have experienced what it felt to have him look at you thinking you’ve done it. It felt mortifying without even knowing why. In all the case scenarios you could have come up with, you’ve never imagined that one. You would use it, he would know about it somehow, he wouldn’t be disgusted (it wouldn’t make sense for him to be as he is the one who offered it to you but your brain and soft ego sometimes are annoying like that), he would be amused, maybe content, but he wouldn't make you feel mortified. 

Having him considering you in a sexual position should be... cool, shouldn’t it? If you really like him that much. Maybe you were confused all along and actually, you don’t, you mistook your own feelings. 

Just a quick check of a mental picture you have of him, the fond smile growing just from his pretty face with the pretty everything on it can’t be trusted because, for all you know, everyone smiles this way when they think about him. On the other hand, the swift blush invading your cheeks when you (by accident) linger on parts you really really like about him -like his thighs or the man titties he’s been growing lately- serve to remind you that yes, yes indeed you like him. 

But he’s an asshole.

No matter how much you thought about it (and you thought about it a lot even though you’re ashamed to admit it), you've never consider it to realize, you never and you still don’t believe anything non-platonic would ever happen with him. You’re just made to be friends. The best of friends but still just friends. 

Not even taking a step but simply dipping the tips of your toes in these unknown waters turns out to be terrifying and you're mad at him because he’s putting you in this situation where you feel awfully uneasy. 

It should all remain a very personal, very intimate fantasy: your attraction for him.

He cracked the wall for a second, it felt wrong and terrible but it’s done and over with now.

It’s only you and your thoughts. 

You don’t ever mention it, he doesn’t bring it back up. Soon the season of celebrations and wishes is behind you, the world starts rolling slowly, boringly so with its lots of little annoyances and distractions and you’re not even thinking about it anymore, neither is he. 

You’re stressed out. Work is being a bitch as it does. And because it sucks most of your time and patience, the only quick way to unwind you know comes to play. 

But the hassle is not worth it. Unfortunately this you always need to realize afterwards. After having searched the internet for good masturbatory content for half an hour, working yourself for two hours and then, there’s the safety wee and the freshening up before bed, to wake up the next morning feeling like shit because of course, you sacrificed hours of sleep for an unsatisfactory outcome.

It’s not worth it.

It hasn’t been for months. Even if you’re still more able to take care of yourself and pleasure yourself better than most if not all men you’ve ever been with, something is missing: a man (or maybe just a dick). 

You feel bored and empty (in both senses). Stuck because the more you need to unwind, the more you try, the less you feel better. 

It’s the snake biting its own tail. 

Until a certain pretty blue box, sleeping inside your bedside table, recalls itself to you. It feels like a century had passed since the box arrived in your life, it doesn’t seem as scary as it used to, as stressful. The fact that Jungkook hasn’t mentioned it, might even has himself forgotten about it, help immensely. 

And it is the very moment, you forget to remember about this promise you made to him and yourself, the promise that you would not use it. 

Right about now, not only stressed and annoyed by everything but also horny for no particular reason, this dildo with the box that matches your planner sounds ideal. 

And it is ideal.

Feels like exactly what you needed. The size is not ridiculously big, it’s fairly tiny actually but given you haven’t had sex in a while, it suffices to stretch you out just fine. It’s new and exciting. The texture feels really nice, smooth, slipping perfectly right between your walls. It’s rather long, slightly curved, filling you in deep and teasing the spot that you could never even dream of reaching with your short ass fingers. And in no time (and you actually regret that) you’re on cloud 9, it’s a thought of the Santa that brought this blessing of a gift in your life that sends you there. You feel satisfied, content, fulfilled from the tip of your hair to your toes, smiling like an idiot because damn, that was a good orgasm. 

Right this moment, you feel fine about using the present. About quickly having thought about him too because it’s not that much of a big deal. He won’t know about it. He doesn’t really seem to care about your sex life anymore (which is, ironically, a blessing). Therefore why should there be a problem? Why would there be?

Apparently, you’ve underestimated the crankiness of your attitude for the few weeks that passed before the phenomenal orgasm. 

Apparently, you had been the worst kind of truculent bitch there is, to a level you didn’t even know you could reach (also no one told you!), because when Jungkook meets up with you, maybe after the third or fourth times of having used your lovely new companion, he noticed something has changed. Instantly. 

“What’s going on?” He asks with a bright smile and excited shiny eyes as if he expects you to have great news to share. 

“Nothing special...” Tilting your head to the side, you drag the words out as you try to think about it for a second, wondering if there’s something that needs to be told.

“Really?” He sucks on his banana yoghurt with eyebrows frowned, staring at you as if he’s studying you. Once the thing is empty, he tosses it in a nearby bin, crosses his arms on his chest and glares. He looks like a detective about to interrogate you. He would look intimidating if it were not for his lips, sucked in to gather the last taste of his yoghurt. “You look awfully happy.”

“Do I?” It makes you smile, shrug your shoulders. It doesn’t hit just then. It should be fine. He can’t unravel something that you don’t even have knowledge of, can he? But Jungkook is a little weasel. He loves to know everything.

Especially when it’s about you. 

“You better not be seeing anyone-“ You should wonder where this is coming from, all of a sudden. Instead, you take offence, how dares he?

“What do you mean ‘I better’? I do what-“

“Without telling me? You better not.” He has that shit-eating grin, his signature brat's smile, because he knows you can’t reach over the table to smack him in the head without risking to tip over your drinks or dip your sleeve in soja sauce. 

“Anyway. Nothing's going on.” For a second, a staring contest takes place on this convenience store's terrace. You’re not sure why. He’s daring you for no reason. Until his mouth twitches, wanting to smile and it makes you laugh so he follows along. “Were you not supposed to tell me about your next appointment?” 

“Client Amy, yes!” It shouldn’t make you laugh to hear him name her like that as it’s been his trademark to mention his clients as if they were Pokémon trainers but it does.

You’ve always thought that it’s his very personal way of living this childhood fantasy of existing within the Pokémon universe. His life is full of potential trainers. Most of the time it’s just Client Enter the Name here but sometimes it’s Baker Jin -who’s not actually a baker but a salesman at his neighbourhood’s bakery-, there’s Dancer Hoseok, who’s the main dance partner of his best friend and Roommate Park Jimin. Sometimes he calls you Friend Y/N, it’s frustratingly funny. You hate that you spill at least a nose snort at each and every single one of his stupid jokes. His grin always grows ten times bigger, his eyes twinkle in a lovely way but you know that you are encouraging him. Encouraging him to be fucking annoying, like a little brother who’s just pushing unfunny jokes too far, just keep repeating them because he knows he can get a reaction. “She wants me to tattoo the dragon from Spirited Away on her arm-“

You gasp and he smiles even wider. 

“I know, right? And I was thinking- to give it flow, I would have it- like fly through cherry blossoms.” Attentively, you listen, squinting a bit when he gets technical to try and picture the project you have a hard time making up alone in your mind.

Imagination and creativity have always been his thing. He had you impregnated with it long ago because he is too passionate and too much of a sharer to allow you to keep away from all arts -because you can’t hold a pencil straight without panicking at the idea of having to draw something- which you would have gladly done if it weren't for him. He’s the gifted one. And his drawings, either on paper, screen or skin, have always been a subject of huge admiration for you. You’re a bit ashamed to admit it but you’ve never really touched to anything really artistic. You often don’t really get it. But his stuff does something to you -and not only because you adore him but actually impartially. There’s no finesse, no pertinency, no trait nor emotion you’ve acknowledged and connected to better than the ones he creates. “You know this scene where he’s struggling against the little paper thingies and he’s flying through them and they’re going everywhere, I was thinking that, replace them with cherry blossoms. And there would be little petals like everywhere around it. Sounds cool?”

“It sounds fantastic.” You say honestly. You’re impressed by every single one of his projects. Always surprised, somehow, by the pieces he ends up making. Sometimes scrolling through the Instagram page he uses as a book, where he publishes his most elaborated, most expensive pieces and while recognizing his touch, the delicacy in his traits, the peculiar curls of certain lines, the overall feel to them, there’s always this sort of paradoxical disbelief. How could this kid make these and at the same time, who else but him to have made these?

Cute nose scrunches up. 

“I’ll send you my drawings when I’m done with them.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He is mimicking you. Same pose with the head nod and the leg cross. Same tone and same expression apart from the discreet light dancing in his eye. “So what’s up? You needed to talk to me about something yesterday, didn’t you?”

It takes a second for you to remember as the drastic change in your mood makes it seem the distressed text you sent him yesterday, right when you left work, was written a whole week ago. You don’t remember very well having felt so stressed and pissed off, pushed to your very limits by useless co-workers, that you felt the urgent need to rant about it all, vent your anger and frustration out to him. He was busy and didn’t answer right away. You got home, find the comfort of your sweater sitting on the warm heater and the glorious stand of your dildo and it all went away, bad mood, headache, grudges. 

Of course, it awakes a wave of shame within you. If you have been able to use it without feeling guilt nor embarrassment on your own, it’s something else to think about it in front of Jungkook. You’ve made sure not to think about this dildo in front of him ever. But here, it’s him recalling it to you without even knowing. 

Whatever, you can pretend that everything’s normal. With a barely natural cough, and the even more suspicious dismissive wave of the hand, you try to kill the conversation, “It was just my coworker getting on my nerves again, it’s whatever.”

Jungkook is watching you soundly. It’s nothing unusual for him. He’s the kind of persons that lean in when they listen to you, you never know how conscious they are of it but it’s like they really mean to make you feel important and heard. Therefore it shouldn’t worry you, he’s just doing his usual thing. 

It still makes you grow increasingly more nervous. 

It is factual that it is never “whatever”. The topic of your stupid dumb bitch of a coworker messing with you has always been a pressing subject you, every now and then, more often than you’d like, needed to ramble about to anyone willing to listen because she tended to make your life a pure living hell. The job sucks in itself but she made it a hundred times worse. And here you are, dismissing it. How suspicious. 

“When you texted me yesterday, I thought it was for something bad.” He starts, frowning and staring deep inside the empty cookie package sitting on the table. “Then I saw you earlier and I thought it was for something really good, because of your face.”

“What’s up with my face?” You try to play it cool. Play it nonchalant and oblivious. If you can’t see the aura of contentment he can visibly observe around you, surely you’ve seen the glow up your skin has encountered since you’ve started using this sex toy. Unexpected benefit of using it that wasn’t even listed on the box, the stress it’s relieved and the pleasure it’s given have just cleared your skin out. Unbelievable but true. And apparently, he noticed. 

“I don’t know. You look really... contented.”

“Contented?”

“Yeah...”

You shrug, looking down, at the crumbs on your side of the table, praying silently that the embarrassment you feel creeping up your face doesn’t show. “I’ve been used to you looking tired and all but you look-“ Like every single once of misery has been fucked out of your system. “Lately, you look... good.” The chosen adjective makes you tilt your head. For so many reasons, you didn’t expect to hear this one and for similar reasons, you don’t understand what he means. Without having you saying aloud anything, he gets your dubious grimace and chuckles, “Rejuvenated, actually.” Even worse.

To simplify in a few words, you used to look like an old decrepit hag and now that you’ve been thoroughly fucked -by yourself technically but still- you look rejuvenated. A word literally no one ever uses in real life.

You detest that he’s probably right. And now, embarrassment is not creeping but actually moving in, with all its stuff and luggage. Hopefully though, again, it doesn’t show on your stupid youthful face. “Are my compliments making you blush?”

Great. 

“You can’t make me blush, moron. And if you think those were compliments then-“ You give him big wide eyes of “well fuck” and of course he laughs at that. 

“Indeed, I can’t make you blush.” He has his serious, investigating type of expression again. You almost expect him to fetch a little notebook out of his pocket and start scribbling observations while asking you more questions. 

“What’s making you blush then?”

“I’m not blushing, it’s just hot.” His eyebrows jump in a rude disagreeing curve. You don’t get why. It can happen, to be hot outside, at the near end of Korea���s winter, while simultaneously having red and painful looking fingers on the verge of congelation desperately seeking warmth in your pockets. 

And maybe because it’s not the first time, he’s getting better at catching the signs, at drawing the lines in between the clues. Your caricatural post-orgasm happy face, your systematic defensiveness whenever the conversation is leading somehow to your sexuality, the blatant tell of shame on your cheeks when there’s nothing else ever that embarrass you in front of him. There’s only the common cause missing and quickly, ignoring completely your attempts at diverting the conversation on something else, a giant light bulb turns on on top of his head. It brings the light of understanding through his eyeballs who suddenly look extra bright. 

“You used it.” For a second, you consider packing up your things and just leave this fucking terrace along with the conversation. But you’re cold as fuck, the way home seems like too much torture to be going through alone.

Why are you like this?

Maybe there’s a vain hope that it will lead to some resolution. Some pleasant resolution. Maybe he won’t talk about it ever again if you just accept to have this conversation without showing the stubborn reluctance you’ve used each time. 

“Yes, I did. So what?” His grin is blinding. It’s one of the very very wide, very very bright ones. So wide it shows all his teeth and it doesn’t even look like the cute bunny smile anymore. It’s the predatory grin. It’s intimidating to solely focus on therefore you chose to pick the corner of his eyes and the top of his nose, all wrinkled up that have anything but intimidation to them. 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You grimace. Indeed. You have no idea because you don’t even fucking understand. 

“You’re a weirdo.”

“I’m just happy you used my dildo.” You scoff and almost choke at both his phrasing and the way he so naturally says the word while you’re outside. There’s no one as dumb as you to sit outside with this weather but still, someone passing by could hear. 

Maybe there’s no deep further explanation to look for. Maybe it’s literally as simple as him getting you a present and him being happy that you found usefulness to it. Like most people. People are saddened sometimes pissed when they flop with presents. Maybe it’s that simple. 

“Don’t say it like that.” He cackles like a witch and you know, that once again he’s just messing with you, knowing exactly what to do or say to tickle your patience. 

“So I can gather it was good?” The worse of the nervous wave has passed. He asks quite nonchalantly. Perhaps it’s your ego wanting that but you hate the idea that you’d find yourself in a situation where he’s clearly more adult than you -even if on so many levels he is. If he can talk about it then you can. Try. You can try. 

“Hm. Was nice.” You kind of sound the way you do when as a teen your mom would ask you about your day and you just didn’t want to answer because of laziness, lack of interest, lack of willingness to share, but that will do. He nods, smiles with his lips tight, rather fondly. 

“How many times did you use it?”

Taking a deep breath, you mumble, shrugging faux casualness, “A few times.” More like a dozen times but he doesn’t need the details, does he? He nods again, still smiling, taking in your answer. 

“Cool.” And he’s satisfied. With the answer and the turns of events as it seems.

There you go, you did it.

You resolved the thing.

Now he can leave you alone with your fantasies and your -not his but your- dildo and there wouldn’t be any further occasion to bring it up. You might be a coward but it’s perfectly fine by you.

Sounds absolutely peachy.

If he chooses to play his part right.

A/N: oh myyy, we’re getting somewhere arn’t we? i really hope you enjoyed this part, let me know your thoughts, scream your frustration, i’m all ears (or eyes). next update will be a double one because the first part is quite short. hoping you’re excited. i wish you a beautiful sunday and a lovely week. take care, lots of lots love.

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Architectural Criticism in 2021/2022 || Part 1.5

Before writing a fuller continuation of my previous essay on architectural criticism, I’m inserting a mini-essay that focuses on a particular piece of criticism. Let me be clear: I don’t see Kate Wagner, the person behind @mcmansionhell, as an enemy; I’m just using one of her articles as an example because I had, in my essay, already linked two articles of hers (more accurately, one article and an image from another), and I’d rather elaborate on what I mean when I write “...a vapid buildup to a politically convenient takeaway” than bring in an entirely different item. Wagner, in my view, represents a sort of destabilizing criticism that takes pleasure in tackling “dry” subject matter with breathless, Meme-heavy sarcasm. I find the tone off-putting, but I appreciate it as one attempt to invigorate and broaden the audiences of architectural appraisal. My issue is that by now the joke has overestimated its capacity for judgmental clarity. Really anything can be made fun of if you’re determined enough, and the more of an unquestioning audience you have the easier it is to believe everything you say is true or coherent.

The image was from this 2018 Vox article: “Betsy DeVos’ summer home deserves a special place in McMansion Hell” (a title likely devised by the editor; given the other residences Wagner has lambasted, I would be surprised if she truly believes this is among the worst). My observations won’t make sense unless anyone who is reading this reads her article as well, so please do that if you’d like to follow along. It should take only a couple of minutes.

What I’d first draw readers’ attention to is that Wagner spends the first four paragraphs on the United States’ beyond-vast inequality of wealth. Two of these paragraphs are the article’s largest, and the article is twelve-paragraphs-long, meaning that 1/3 of it is devoted to establishing a socio-economic context -- at least, that is the pretense. Once Wagner writes “...getting paid to make fun of DeVos’s tacky seaside decor is one of few ways to both feed myself and make myself feel better”, it is clear that her personal intent is a kind of vengeful mocking, and that her intent for readers is to prime them to associatively, knee-jerkingly despise anything which could come next with flat-affect “lmao”s. It’s hardly irrelevant to mention economic realities when examining luxury items (and what else is a mansion?), but Wagner’s subsequent analysis is not really architectural or even artistic: it is rather about looking at several photographs of a building, knowing who lives there and hating that person (and also imagining that they were responsible for all design decisions), and then mocking this-and-that in whatever ways one can devise. These grievances are understandable, but understandable grievances do not automatically lead to perceptive criticism.

Please look (perhaps again) at the first image. Note that only four, maybe, of the fourteen details Wagner chooses to focus on -- “no wry comment needed”, “these look like playdoh stamps”, “when you love consistency”, and “oh my god is this a shutter” -- approach anything vaguely resembling coherent criticism; and the other four images fare even worse (with the exception of the highlighting of an apparently absurd interior balcony). The rest are inane attempts at saying anything at all. Writing “hell portal” by an upper porch area may be funny for a moment, but what does it actually express? Well, nothing, except the author’s own irritation which will find whatever it can to announce its contemptuous sarcasm. Wagner’s captions will land only to the degree that the reader is humorously sympathetic.

The aforementioned remarks, excepting the one about the embedded chubby Tuscan columns’ Play-Doh-likeness, suggest that the worst thing a building can do is be formally heterogeneous. The implicative corollary here is that good architecture is eminently justifiable in all of its parts -- consistent, unified, rational. This is as fine a personal belief as anything else, but when it is wielded as dogma against architecture which has no interest in being a Petit Trianon it can only reveal its intellectual self-limitations. Wagner writes that “there is a difference between architectural complexity and a mess”, yet what that difference may be is hand-waved away. We just have to believe that thirteen different windows styles is too much. What’s the threshold? Does it depend on the size of the building? The types of styles used? Who knows.

Now of course bad architecture exists, and sometimes the failure indeed points to deficient editorial acumen; for architecture, like any other art, is as much about what’s included as what’s excluded. But in saying so little about the shingle style itself, Wagner seems to have given no thought to readers concluding that all shingle style houses are freakish -- more specifically, concluding that this freakishness is a damning transgression, and that no self-respecting, punching-up class-warrior would ever be caught dead sincerely enjoying their geometric, “exquisite corpse” escapades. In fact, the freakish tendencies of shingle style houses are just what make them such great fun to see, visit, or reside in. Wagner’s article, as far as I can tell, omits this possibility. When she writes, “Betsy likely went with this style because it is very popular in New England and in coastal enclaves of the rich and famous in general”, one is being pushed to presume that the only probable reason the shingle style exists or could be preferred over another style is to signal élite solidarity.

The photograph right above is of Kragsyde, a Massachusetts shingle style mansion, designed by the US-Northeast-oriented firm of Peabody & Stearns, completed in the 1880s. It was demolished almost a century ago, but the few exterior images of it which remain are, I think, fascinating -- maybe most of all for its enormous archway, possibly a porte-cochère, which has a thin, overextending keystone bizarrely driven into the top like a nail puncturing a petrified rainbow. I bring the building up because Wagner gives us no reason to consider why Kragsyde may have been a genuine architectonic accomplishment and not merely an oversized farce of contiguous pretensions. To the layperson hot off of the Vox piece, there may be no artistic difference between it and DeVos’ place, except that perhaps Kragsyde has a more consistent fenestrative application (would that make it better? if so, why?).

I appreciate that only so much can be said when you’re limited to less than a thousand words, especially when the issue is “complicated” (as the byline for Vox’s First-person series advertises). But the problem I keep coming back to is how DeVos’ mansion is treated as a stand-in for DeVos herself. This makes any architectural critique, no matter how pressed it is for size, flimsily presentist: its durability starts and ends with how alive the architecture’s resident(s) and political presence are. On some emotional level, this is pretty sensible: if we despise monarchical institution, we can find a sort of loophole to enjoying Versailles palace on the basis of it no longer being the residence of royalty. Our awe over its decadence and scope is intersectionally “admissible” on the basis of its having become a UNESCO World Heritage site. Similarly, one can imagine DeVos’ mansion being appreciated in a hundred years (should it still exist then) because the passage of time will have rendered DeVos’ person a historical fact, and perhaps more separable, and then tolerable, in that regard -- even if the building remains private.

But if architecture is, as a craft, critically whittled down to nothing more or less than inorganic expressions of social disparities, with every aesthetic decision a reflection of politically explicable taste, then we must assume that a great deal of the world’s most remarkable architecture is equally ridiculous and despicable, since so much of it was born out of great privilege and required specialized resources. I doubt Wagner actually believes this, because it would betray the entire premise of her McMansion Hell project, which is to demonstrate how so many modern day mansions are deeply unpleasant mounds of visual illiteracy, and cannot hold even a stump of a candle to the luminously learned and eclectic talents of prior great architects such as Mackintosh, Norman Shaw, Lutyens, or Ledoux. So what’s the takeaway here? As far as I can tell, it’s simply that if you hate Betsy DeVos, and if you care about class, you should hate her house too. And I do not think that that is architectural criticism.

[ajdrawshq]

Just to put a general sum up of my main kh aus somewhere

Pirate au: Sora gets kidnapped by time travelling pirates who force him into the crew and it really just gets worse from there. But like, only for him. Everyone involved desperately needs therapy. But he also gets a qpr out of it so yknow, pros and cons <3

Guardian Angel au: fate just fucking HATES Sora in particular (whats new tho), which may or may not be related to him cheating death on accident as a kid, so he needs two guardian angels to keep his life going normally. He later finds out about said angels, also on accident. Cue shenanigans! but with angst. And many background plots. Seriously there is so much going on in this thing

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon au: despite the label this is in reality just me taking the kh universe and reshaping it like playdoh. The lore is a lego set and i am a 7 year old who wont read the directions. Its mine now. I made keyblade lore make sense and Ventus is Mew. Repliku has an actual name. Thats all u need to know. But it still has the PMD plotlines so u Will cry

"Repliku lived, fuck you" au: yes its actually called that, yes theyre alive. Everyone is. Sora is still missing but hes alive anyway so, yeah. Repliku joins with Roxas, Xion, Naminé, and Vanitas (against his will, at first) to form a lil support group for those who exist against all odds but its more of a hangout kinda thing bc none of them know what theyre doing. Ven visits sometimes as an honorable member. They all get to try out normal kid lives for once. None of them are cis

[pidgebeifong]

atla artist au

Aang is a painter. He’s loved painting ever since he was a child and first experimented with finger paints on the walls- which was, in hindsight, maybe not the best idea. He loves the way it detaches him from his worldly concerns. It’s almost like a form of meditation for him- the rest of the universe just falls away whenever he picks up his paintbrush, and all he can see is his canvas and the worlds he will create with a swirl of lemon yellow sun here, a wave of cerulean blue ocean there, a blur of sunset orange clouds at the edges. Everything he owns has been stained with paint in at least three places, which makes dressing for formal events a real pain. Sometimes he’ll deliberately paint his jeans with sunflowers or bees or anything that’s a sunny, bright yellow- his favourite colour- and wear them proudly for days. Katara jokes that she doesn’t even remember what the real colours of his hands look like, because they’re forever stained with paint that’s sunken so deeply into the folds of his skin that it makes it nearly impossible to rub off. People always ask him what his favourite thing to paint is, expecting it to be something like sunsets or mountains, but the truth is his favourite thing to study and paint is his Labrador, Appa, the first thing he ever drew. He started drawing at around five, the same age he adopted Appa, and to this day he can never get the way Appa’s golden fur shines just right under the blinding sunlight. He loves going to nature reserves and parks to study how light affects the leaves and flowers. Sometimes everything will just be too much, and he’ll jam as many paints into his pockets as he can, take a sketchbook, a water bottle and a paintbrush, and get on the bus to a park. He’ll sit quietly for hours, trying to capture moonlight on water or the flapping wings of a hummingbird.

Katara is a writer. She literally can’t remember a time she hasn’t loved to write. She has stacks and stacks of unfinished manuscripts lying around on the floor, tacked up to the walls in her room, and crumpled on the bedsheets. She has easily over a thousand different scenes written for her future novels on the Notes app in her phone, and she has a bad habit of scribbling ideas down on her hands on the rare occasions she doesn’t have her phone on her and there’s no paper in sight. She’s practically nocturnal at this point, because all her best ideas come to her at 3am, when she’s sleep-deprived and half-hallucinating. She always carries at least three pens on her at all times, and gets panicky when she’s forced to remove them whenever she has to dress up for anything formal. She’s really hypocritical whenever she gets on Aang’s case about his hands always being paint-stained, because all her hands are covered in ink, too- half-finished notes and ideas that got left on the cutting board. Katara hates cutting out characters that simply aren’t necessary to the scene and don’t add anything of value to the plot, because they’re her babies damnit and she worked hard on them. One would think that this would make her more sympathetic to her characters, but Aang and Sokka are appalled the first time they’re allowed to read one of her (mostly) finished manuscripts (who is she kidding, she doesn’t have a manuscript that’s even remotely finished for the life of her) and see how much torture and anguish and heartbreak she’s put her characters through. Katara is a huge advocate of making all her characters hit the lowest point they could possibly go, and then instead of making them get back up again, she gives them a shovel and instructions to dig lower. However, she’s a huge sucker for happy endings, and she practically dominates the tag #angst with a happy ending on AO3. She gets around three hours of sleep every night, none of them consecutive, and survives on black coffee and willpower alone. Everyone knows her as an avid reader, but she hasn’t really read an actual book since two years ago, and spends most of her time scrolling through 250k fanfictions at 2am.

Sokka is a photographer. He doesn’t have the skills that Aang has with his paintbrush, or the way Katara can make entire universes come to life with a few words, so for a long time he used to think that he was just going to be the ordinary guy in the group who’d only be known for loving meat to what is frankly an unhealthy degree, and that his only contribution to the team would be a slew of bad jokes and sarcastic remarks. He finds his calling very late in life, but the moment he picks up his first camera at age fourteen, everything just seems to fall perfectly into place. Sokka’s world always moves too fast and changes too quickly, but he can capture moments that will last forever with the click of a button, and he guesses that that’s what he loves about photography- that he can freeze moments in time and always be able to come back to them. Well, as long as he doesn’t lose his camera, but he’s got the photos all backed up on iCloud anyway, so that’s not really an issue. Sometimes, he’ll accompany Aang to nature parks, and Aang will paint the twisting vines of a plant while Sokka captures Aang’s relaxed, happy expression. His favourite photos are the ones he takes of his friends when they’re caught unaware- candid portraits of Suki laughing or Katara ruffling Aang’s hair or Toph trying and failing to hide a grudging smile. He loves old photos, too- loves the aesthetic of black-and-white photos, how they capture a scene that he knows full well happened decades ago but somehow make him feel like he’s living in the same moment. Experimenting with light is one of his favourite things to do- he loves playing with golden hour sunlight or early morning rays, loves hearing the satisfying click of his camera and knowing that he’s got another picture for the album (and his hugely successful Instagram account that has well over 50k followers).

Toph is a sculptor. She was born blind and never really got to experience art the same way the others did, so for a long time she buried her disappointment deep within her and never let jealousy rear its ugly head whenever she heard Katara singing praises about the latest painting Aang had just finished, or the beautiful photograph Sokka had captured of all of them laughing as a group, but then she discovered sculpture. An art she could appreciate from beneath her fingers, an art she could see by running her hands over it and feeling the crevices and curves and edges breathe themselves into life beneath her touch. Despite discovering the term for it late in life, Toph found that she’d actually been sculpting at a very young age. She’d been experimenting with PlayDoh and clay since before she could walk, but she’d never known that there was actually an art form in it that people did professionally until Aang had taken her to a museum and put her hands on a beautiful sculpture of an ancient Greek god. It was one of the only times she’d ever cried in her life, but those had been tears of pure joy- she didn’t want to sound like a sap, but she hadn’t realized that something so beautiful in the world existed until that life-changing moment at the museum. Sure, they’d been chased out by one particularly angry security guard who kept waving his baton around threateningly (‘can’t you two juveniles see that the sign clearly says no touching?!’ ‘actually sir, I’m blind so that would be a hard no’) but it had been worth it. Ever since then, Toph has been addicted to sculpting, feeling things take shape under her capable hands. She’s been told she can replicate faces with an accuracy that’s both astonishing and unnerving, despite not even being able to see (it only took a lot of years and  lot of hours spent tracing the lines of Aang’s face) and her work has been proudly displayed on Katara’s bedside table, Sokka’s desks and Aang’s shelves.

Suki is a martial arts instructor who has a degree in badassery. She started her own school at just fifteen years old, and named it the Kyoshi Warrior Academy, in honour of Kyoshi, her late martial arts instructor whom she had a deep respect for. She had black belt status in five different martial arts by the time she turned thirteen, and was a legend for her skill, hard work and talent in the martial arts community. She’s lost quite a few matches, but she’s more than made up for it with every win she’s achieved. The first time she met Sokka, she thought he was trying to steal from her, so she judo-flipped him, pinned him down and tied his wrists together, all of which took a maximum of three seconds. (‘wow, that’s kinky. so are you into that kind of thing?’ ‘shut up, asshole. what do you want from me? my wallet?’ ‘actually, I was going to ask you out on a date, but I mean sure, if you’re offering. I could use a little cash right about now, actually, because I think you just broke all the cards I have in my wallet when you body-slammed me to the ground, along with at least ten of my bones.’) Sokka had severely underestimated Suki’s skill at first, despite their rather unfortunate encounter (during which she actually had broken the bone in his arm, but he’d tried to wave it off and say that he didn’t mind, then subsequently screamed in pain because he’d tried to wave his broken arm), but he knew that he’d have to change his mindset in order to win her over. Eventually, he ended up changing his misogynistic mindset not only to go out with Suki, but because he realized that it was the right thing to do- something Katara was over the moon about. She and Suki have been joined at the hip ever since, and Sokka often jokes whether Suki is only dating him for his sister (‘damn, suki, it’s like you only come over for katara’ ... ‘wait. why aren’t any of you saying anything. katara did you just wink? sUKI DID YOU JUST KISS MY SISTER’S CHEEK-?! oh my god this is the worst betrayal I’ve experienced since toph said that she didn’t need to see my photographs in order to tell that they were ugly’). Jokes aside, Suki adores her boyfriend and his sister, and often teaches them self-defense in her free time. One of her best students is a girl named Ty Lee, who all her friends except Zuko seem to really hate for some reason. However, Ty Lee is a natural at self-defense and she and Suki get along like a house on fire. Katara still refuses point-blank to go to classes whenever Ty Lee is in attendance, but Suki has given up trying to understand why. In conclusion, Suki is one of those movie heroines who can munch a sandwich while apprehending twenty supervillains all twice her size, and still come out victorious.

Zuko is a theatre kid and aspiring actor. (Was anyone surprised by this, really?) His natural melodramatic emo kid personality makes him the perfect role for starring roles in school plays (at least, that’s what Azula always likes to say) and acting to him comes as naturally as breathing. He’s not-so-secretly a Shakespeare nerd and can literally recite Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet, two of his favourite plays, word for word. He also loves Hamilton and Dear Evan Hansen- and alright, maybe he also harbours a love for High School Musical (he’s never told anyone that, but everyone knows anyway because he made Azula suffer through all five movies with him which eventually led to her becoming so fed-up constantly belting out the lyrics at the top of his lungs that she recorded the audio and sent it to everyone at school, including Mai, whom he couldn’t look in the eyes for a straight two weeks). Before his mother left them, she used to say that Zuko got his acting genes from her, because she used to play the lead role in Love Amongst The Dragons every year in her old high school. Zuko asked Ursa if that meant Azula got her dancing genes from Ozai, and they’d both have a quiet little laugh as they imagined Ozai trying to dance ballet. Although Zuko adores the drama and the poignant atmosphere that comes with performing Shakespeare’s plays, Love Amongst The Dragons holds the top spot for his favourite play by far. He goes to see it every time the ache for his mother is too painful to ignore- even though the new actors, a group called the Ember Island Players, all but butcher it every year- and sometimes, he’ll deceive himself into thinking that his mother’s somewhere in the audience too, watching the play right there with him like they used to do all the time. He once took Azula to see it with him, just like they used to do when their mother was with them, and Azula cried when he told her that the reason he liked it was because it reminded him of their mother. The sight of her crying was so unnerving that Zuko went alone after that. Azula never protested, though, or teased him for liking the play again.

Azula is a dancing prodigy. She specializes in ballet, but she also does contemporary and modern. She tried her hand at tap and jazz, and although she naturally excelled in it, as usual, she decided that it just wasn’t for her. At the age of fourteen, Azula is already a world-renowned dancer and has broken records and made history with how skilled she is at dancing. She moves her body so fluidly that it’s hard to believe she’s even a person and not just a wisp or smoke, delicately floating and twirling and twisting through the air. Azula has a lot of pent-up anger and frustration about having to constantly seem perfect all the time in order to make up for the failure that Zuko is, and she’s found that physical exercise- namely, dance- is the best way to relieve her stress. She also knows a fair bit of martial arts- out of everyone, she and Ty Lee are the only ones who have managed to defeat Suki at hand-to-hand combat. If asked about it, Suki will vehemently deny that such an incident ever happened, which only serves to amuse Azula further. Azula started ballet at age three and advanced much further and quicker than any of her peers, which incited a lot of jealousy and basically ensured that she had virtually no friends in the ballet community, but it wasn’t like she was particularly desperate for companionship in the first place. She’s so famous that she’s a verified account on Instagram with over a million followers- she does some spare modelling work on the side when she can, and her stunning looks combined with her raw talent have made her into one of the most unattainably perfect girls to ever rule Instagram. Somehow, her dancing doesn’t distract her from her grades, because she also has a stellar report card that’s displayed on the wall of her numerous trophies and awards she’s achieved over the years. (Zuko has a half-broken shelf that sports exactly two awards, and one is a certificate of participation.) Azula was born for the spotlight. Whenever she steps onto a stage, the room goes completely, eerily still, as if holding on to her every move. She’s one of the most beautiful dancers to ever perform, and audiences sing praises about her every twirl, her every arch, as if a single pirouette she’s executed is already perfect enough to win her ten awards. She’s mesmerizing on stage, and kind of terrifying in the way that one would find someone too perfect to be terrifying. Her every move is effortless, graceful, as if she’s a weightless feather drifting through the breeze. She’s incredibly captivating and is set to be one of history’s stars.

Mai is a musician/singer. Her parents were extremely traditional and gave her piano and violin lessons for her fifth birthday, but she actually ended up enjoying them a lot. She has a great voice, too, so she started a YouTube channel a while back that features her doing covers and singing her own original songs sometimes. It’s now amassed a few thousand followers. Zuko has an admittedly great voice, too, and sometimes she invites him to her channel and they do these amazing duets. All of their followers ship them together, but Mai always denies that she likes him, despite her cheeks always blushing a bright pink whenever he’s brought up on live-streams. Her parents don’t approve of her channel, which they only found out about because they were being overbearing and went through her phone yet again, and they want her to go to school to study business instead. Mai doesn’t plan on giving up on her YouTube channel anytime soon, though. Before she discovered singing, she was clearly passionless about most everything, but now that she has, it feels like a fire slowly consuming her from the inside out. And she kind of likes it, to be honest. It feels good to be so passionate about something, especially since Zuko likes it just as much as she does. She’ll never admit it, but she knows how to play quite a few My Chemical Romance and Panic! At The Disco songs on the piano (which Zuko absolutely loves her for, because he’s the picture perfect stereotype of an emo boy). Writing and singing songs provides her with some sort of cathartic relief that she can’t really obtain from anywhere else. She’s incredibly musically talented, and was playing grade eight piano material at just eleven years old. She taught herself the guitar and the harp after her parents refused to give her any more lessons for fear that she would become too invested in music (Asian parents, y’all- they provide you with piano lessons but expect you to become a doctor or a lawyer because God forbid you pursue a career in music despite having studied it since you were five) and refuse to pursue a career in business.

Ty Lee is a gymnast. She tried ballet along with Azula, but didn’t like the discipline it took and ran out of patience with all the tedious instructions necessary to follow along with the class, finding that gymnastics was more to her liking. However, she and Azula make an awesome duo whenever they showcase their talents together. Ty Lee’s actually so good that trainees are already speculating that she could achieve a spot on her country’s national gymnastics team. She can do backflips, handstands, cartwheels and splits on a beam one after the other without even needing to catch her breath, and she’s impossibly fit. She loves crop tops- she thinks they show off her figure, which is nearly unattainable for most people. She’s also naturally talented at martial arts, and Suki frequently tells her that she learns faster than Suki can teach. She’s done every form of gymnastics imaginable- rhythmic, acrobatic, artistic- you name it, she’s done it. Originally she only took an interest in it because Azula begged her to join ballet with her, and Ty Lee found that she did like the strenuous physical exertion that ballet entailed, but everything just moved too slowly for her. Ty Lee likes fast-paced action, so gymnastics is the perfect fit for her. Sometimes, Azula will teach her some new ballet moves she learnt in class, and in return, Ty Lee will teach Azula a few gymnastics moves she invented by herself after following the standard textbook forms grew too boring. They once entered a talent show together and blew the crowd away with Azula’s captivating dancing and Ty Lee’s breathtaking gymnastics.

[icequeen-shiva]

alright, you know what

about two weeks ago maybe by now, i made a post about how i’ve recently hit 200 followers and i’d like to do a q&a again, and even with a reblog from someone more ~*popular*~ than me, and multiple reblogs once a day for a few days by myself, i didn’t get a single fucking question. not one. earlier today i posted two pictures of myself where i felt pretty (i’ve since deleted them) and nobody i actually know of liked it and i got asked by a stranger who doesn’t even follow me if i had any nsfw pictures. i don’t get asks anymore, i don’t get shit. and that tells me that, you may be following me, but you aren’t connecting with me. and i feel that. i get on tumblr and i don’t feel like i’m friends with fucking anybody. and i did that. i know i did that. 9/10 times i let my fear of rejection and embarrassing myself overcome my desire to talk to people, so i don’t do it, or i let it fizzle out and we go our own ways and we don’t become friends. 1/10 times i actually function as a human being and make a connection or at least something that sticks a little.

so here, below the cut, is a comprehensive (loosely) list of things that i like, in no particular order at all, besides tickling, because apparently both sides of this need a little help connecting on any front.

scooby-doo

beetlejuice

the addams family

the sims

the mcu

classic disney animations; my favorites are dumbo, the great mouse detective, the rescuers, sleeping beauty, and oliver and company (it’s old enough that i consider it in the classic category)

~modern disney animations too; my favorites are treasure fucking planet, coco, and... i’m a sap, beauty and the beast. rise of the guardians too even though it isn’t disney.

musicals; i can’t pick a favorite just fucking ask me, but i don’t know a lot of newer ones honestly

empire records

the greatest showman still

cats (i mean the animals but i also like the show even though it is Weird As Hell)

my cat in particular

alice in wonderland

stranger things

space jam

tsum tsums

elvira, mistress of the dark

dice

kiki’s delivery service and specifically jiji things

winnie the pooh i don’t even fucking care i LOVE HIM AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS

silly hats

playdoh

interesting earrings

exploring libraries or big bookstores

true crime mysteries; my favorite youtuber for this is georgia marie, bless her. i also watch bella fiori and kendall rae

fictional mysteries too

i have a kind of fascination with jack the ripper and with the lizzie borden case

shipwrecks! i don’t know why but shipwrecks fascinate me! why did they go down? all the stories that went with them!

i once read a novel that was told as a series of letters, or journal entries, by people on the titanic, including the iceberg and it was THE absolute saddest book i have ever read in my life. like, obviously i knew what was coming, but i got attached to the characters, the letters made them alive and it was just like... NO. NO I DON’T WANT THEM TO DIE. I KNOW THEY’RE GOING TO BUT THEY CAN’T. and it was awful. i had to put it down and cry.

cryptozoology

the bermuda triangle theories (i’m not saying i believe sOmEtHiNg’S gOiNg On but i think some of the theories are interesting)

ghosts

the nancy drew computer games

monopoly

i still play a lot of my snes games; my go-to time killer and head-clearer honestly is kirby’s avalanche. i also play a lot of super mario rpg legend of the seven stars, super mario world, kirby’s dreamland 3, and donkey kong 2 and 3

final fantasy x in which i’m guaranteed to call almost (i can’t stress that enough) every character at some point “my child”

hyrule warriors, i know it’s not a tRuE zelda game but it’s fucking fun

same with fire emblem warriors

red dead redemption

kingdom hearts

the uncharted series

splatoon but i don’t have it wahhhhh

mind you i am not very Good at videogames, i just like to play them anyway

game grumps

ninja sex party

jacksepticeye

markiplier

monty python

crocheting

tea

harry potter

classic rock. pretty big on queen lately. i like tom petty and the heartbreakers. i like joan jett and the blackhearts.

i just... like rock. across the board. i like the offspring. i like some rage against the machine songs. acdc on the radio makes me happy. def leppard on the radio makes me happy. beartooth, starset, powerman 5000, as long as it’s got a good beat and good stuff going on behind the vocals then i’m gonna be happy. i’m way more into the guitars and the bass and everything going on instrumentally than i am vocally, honestly. the whole big guitar solo to van halen’s “you really got me” and then that bassline that comes in, that bassline is sexy. it’s so simple but i LIKE it.

anyway music as a whole gets me right in the heart and can lift me up when i am at my literal worst point

it’s hard for me to name a favorite or specific bands that i like because there’s so many and i’m not really picky about it. 

pop vinyls

good ol’ vines

buffalo wings

mac and cheese

grilled cheese

dr. pepper

i drink a l o t of dr. pepper

pretending i know how to do makeup well

history; i watch a lot of expedition unknown and mysteries at the museum, and sometimes i’ll watch a free documentary on youtube if it catches my attention. last weekend i explained the donner party to my boyfriend. just.. on a whim. because i’d just watched a thing on it and he said he didn’t really know what it was. i’m that person.

OH I SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED THIS BACK AROUND TRUE CRIME BUT I READ A BOOK ABOUT H.H. HOLMES AND HIS MURDER CASTLE AND THE CHICAGO WORLD’S FAIR. it was by erik larson, i believe. larsen? i could google this. devil in the white city. there’s been talks to make it a movie. it’s a good read though i will admit i skipped a lot of the fair parts because i was there for the murder.

i also read a book about the lusitania by the same author and i was like ohhh my goooood what. it got a little boring sometimes, i had to push myself to keep going, but i would read dead wake again.

csi: miami reruns are the greatest thing don’t @ me

dark purple and black aesthetics

just like... witchy aesthetics. those colors and black cats

if you haven’t noticed by any selfies i’ve posted, i do have my lip pierced and i love finding new lip jewelry. i have a new opal stud in and i love its look

leather jackets

combat boots; i have a galaxy print pair and a pair with classic marvel comics stuff printed on the inside and you can fold down the sides to show it. they’re my faves.

owls

drunk history

the first 5 seasons of supernatural and i still have a soft spot for the winchesters and castiel

i’m slowly making my way through watching the librarians

i’m also making my way slowly through watching the magicians

(american) football

nature walks

going to the zoo

going to the aquarium

like really take me to either of the above and i will lose my shit

road trips

savannah, georgia

the smokey mountains

last august i drove by myself from ohio to boone, north carolina for a friend’s wedding and that wedding was smack on a mountain top and it was the coolest thing i think i’ve ever done

roller coasters BUT NOT EXTREME ONES baby steps ok

log rides tho, i don’t know why, i always love the water rides

ren faires!

cosplay, even though i’m not exactly active in it myself (but i want to be; one of my offline friends is an actually-getting-kind-of-internet-famous mei from overwatch cosplayer)

cards against humanity

foosball

pool but i suck at it

speaking of pools i love swimming ... but i suck at it, i just like boppin’ along in a pool

cookouts

summer

there is nothing like being out in the middle of nowhere in summer when the evening starts to fall and the sky is dark, dark blue and there’s a sea of shimmering lightning bugs out over a field. it’s beautiful. it’s peaceful.

there’s nothing like sitting outside on a calm spring night and listening to the spring peepers (they’re frogs) either.

if you couldn’t tell, i live in the middle of nowhere. i have to find enjoyment in the little things.

campfires

dancing around said campfire, you cannot have a campfire without good music. this is when a lot of my classic rock education came to pass.

elephants

my favorite books are the abhorsen trilogy by garth nix, tied with the serpent’s shadow by mercedes lackey

i am trying to get into comic books by way of the youtube channel comicstorian. they break comic books down for you and read them aloud with the images, altered slightly to avoid copyright strikes (and that’s all made very clear, it’s not done sketchily), and it’s been really easy for someone like me who doesn’t just have a comics store close (and i would otherwise continue on as i have been, forgetting to ever look for them on the internet). i listened to injustice 1 and 2, and they covered the game. i’m actively following scooby apocalypse, and there was some teen titans stuff i went all the way through up until now. i don’t think it’s finished yet from what i remember.

i love museums

candles

i actually kind of collect tea sets

i also have a collection of sand art bottles AND IF I’M EVER AT A FESTIVAL OR A FAIR WHERE THERE IS A SAND ART STAND YOU CAN BET I AM GOING TO MAKE ONE

yugioh duels; i’m definitely just a novice and it’s just a fun pastime my friends got me into when they found their giant binders of cards again

i’m not actually that big on pokemon, i don’t know a lot of them but it’s still fun and i know some. but i did love pokemon go when my friends still played it (don’t really have time anymore, and it kept crashing way too badly on one of their phones anymore anytime they tried to join a raid and it just wasn’t fun as a group then)

i don’t have any but i like the ~look of crystals and would like to have some, not for my own aesthetic but i just... like having pretty things!

listening to the rain

how the air smells (at least where i live) after a long rain and everything is just cleansed

depression has stopped me from writing for a long time but, in my heart, writing has always been something that has touched me ever since i knew how to do it and could put my stories down on paper instead of having to just talk about them... so i’m going to include that here

root beer floats

hotdogs

hard dip ice cream (if you don’t know what hard dip means... as my boyfriend didn’t... it means ice cream that you have to use a scoop with, not soft serve)

soft serve’s good too tho don’t get me wrong

strawberry milkshakes

this isn’t even stuff that anyone would need to know on this site to befriend me at this point, nobody’s gonna message me like HEY I READ YOU LIKE STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKES ME FUCKING TOO

you’re cool if you do that lmao

so bad they’re good creature features from the 50s and 60s

the old godzilla movies

i like the moon more than the stars, but i like them too

flower crowns

bouncy balls

original skittles

this has gone on way too long, nobody is reading this, your mom’s a hoe, goodnight

no she’s not, i’m sorry, if you got this far then i hope your mom is a nice person

[weirdlyweilder]

Be in my mind

My boyfriend who is scarfing down his breakfast isn't listening. My words are full of dread as I tell him about my story yet all he's hearing are his eggs and sausages.

I wonder why he's even here but then I have to recall it's because of course, I love him. I look over at him again, and release a long sigh before going over to my medication bin across the kitchen.

Dammit, I'm out again

He gets up abruptly and heads towards the door without a word, the clatter of his utensils on the plate rings in my ears, yet sounds so unfamiliar. I don't hear the door open nor close, yet I turn around half expecting him. There's no plate on the counter and the door is still locked, I smile and sigh again in relief. There goes that I say out loud.

I grab my keys and head to the door, the door handles cold, good it's safe to open it.

The mail, is a tediousness task, avoid my creepy neighbor who's door is right next to the mailboxes.

Slipping my key into the hole, I turn it just enough to miss the loud click sound, I have trained for these moments. Perfection as I get everything out of my mailbox. I let out a sigh of relief as I close the box and start heading down the hallway.

As I pass by the door I hear a loud thud as the door opens and there she stands smiling her demonic smile.

Hello, I bow and turn to my way.

Don't you miss me?

She shuts the door on me but is that actually what she said?

My body robotically makes its way back home. Why does she have to say the darnest things.

I look at a package I got.

I never get packages, I think I almost feel excited about this.

Open it up to find a finger

Take another look, relax relax relax.

A piece of dried playdoh with red eyes and smile. Along with the "finger" was a card.

**2 the bezt oonkLLe, for yuo!**

Ah the package my sister Marissa warned me she let him send a little surprise.

All for nothing.

I should make some coffee, wouldn't want there to be a bug in it, why would there be..

Water to be safe

Someone went into the bathroom, I'm home alone

Ignore it

I should text her back a photo with the playdoh so he can see I enjoyed it, but you didn't it looks stupid, that's okay.

I take multiple pictures of course and in all of them she's standing behind me, I sigh and delete all of them in defeat.

I take one more and finally there's enough of her out of the photo with the crop feature I send it off with a overly dramatic text.

"Just got my gift Mikey!! I love it! I'm gonna put it on my desk at work! Miss you tons I'll call when I get a chance! Love and kisses"

I cringe at my writing,

Yeah you should delete that you sound pathetic, without needing to look up I see it from the corner of my eye

I have to send it this kid roots for me as his uncle, he's probably been waiting every day for me to tell him I got this. This move has been huge for him.

It makes a dramatic motion before I pay attention to the vibration in my hands.

She replied

Don't reply too fast that makes you look like a loser

Tossing my phone aside I try to put on some tv and yet even that's not interesting and so I spend all day laying on the couch listening to all the commentary really not much there is to do.

*I think that's a good place to stop for today, we are going to have to discuss a new medication plan for you, it's clear that being off them is not doing you well.*

[themonolithicmystique]

Further Marvel growth/tg/expansion, the works

macrocondy3point0 https://hdover.deviantart.com/art/Blueberry-Mantis-744714307 https://hdover.deviantart.com/art/Mantis-Inflation-744692879 I don’t think i can stress how precious bloaty mantis is

twitchystitch she’s just so… CUDDLYYY! and she’s even MORE cuddly here!

twitchystitch a thought: MJ’s venom is SO powerful that shse can make even mantis in matnis’ sheer brain defying size get all bloated or mantis is so overwhelmed with ‘SO CUTE!’ that she amplifies its effects

macrocondy3point0 MJ’s got big ambitions if she sees someone as enormous as Mantis and thinks “Must smooch”

twitchystitch she takes one look at a woman so big that her proportions overshadow entire solar systems and she thinks “damn she is so cute imma smooch that” her ambition is Legendary!

macrocondy3point0

also

macrocondy3point0 i kind of want hope to be involved somehow

twitchystitch i suggest that Hope and MJ develop a kind of friendship, going about and smooching up people, bloating them to incredible size they try to outdo each other in competitions hope flies, MJ ensnares them a wasp/spider attack rivalry

macrocondy3point0 has hope mutated any

twitchystitch i wanna say permanant biomechanical wasp wings POSSIBLY some chitin maybe multiple bug eyes??

twitchystitch very thick, big lips for powerful venom delivery

macrocondy3point0 I’m down for all of that

twitchystitch (I AM SO DOWN FOR SUPER MUTATION STUFF IN EVERYTHING) she can fly whether or not she is small but she does enjoy shrinking down to incredibly tiny sizes fractions of inches and so forth and giving people kisses that puff them up they barely even feel her now they are POOFED

macrocondy3point0 I assume the effectiveness of her venom doesn’t dilute at all the smaller she gets?

twitchystitch nope! im torn between implied that it gets more concentrated or that the smalelr she gets the longer it takes to take effect if she kisses you at full size, for instance, it happens immediately but she likes giving MULTIPLE injections at small size no such luck when full sized

macrocondy3point0 I like the sound of that Another question what about Janet, still stuck in the microverse?

twitchystitch i think, by now, she should be rescued! with mantis making the laws of physics way more flexible, hope and scott were able to shrink down and pull her out

twitchystitch “huh. who gave the bug lady pym particles?” “no one, she showed up like that”

“HUH”

macrocondy3point0 Hope overrules Hank and Scott and releases Pym tech to the world so now people can just casually adjust their height at will Though nobody’s nearly as good at it as the two of them

twitchystitch YES everyone can change size to their whim! and mantis has gently readjusted reality so you cant hurt yourself using it basically everyone has sizeshifting as a Thing now i also propose that Janet has Giant-Woman themes here

twitchystitch hope has wasp pretty well covered she’s proud to let her daughter take up the mantle

macrocondy3point0 plus she spent so long tiny she’s determined to never be under ten feet ever again

twitchystitch she feels weird when she’s too small she likes seeing how BIG she can get! sometimes she can push even geographic sizes she will toelrate being 'merely’ 10 feet tal, but only because Hank likes to be able to hold her hand (otherwise he is usually on her body, somewhere)

macrocondy3point0 also, an idea they kind of have to smooch someone on the regular

macrocondy3point0 because the venom builds up fast, and if they don’t release it somehow, you start to see their lips glistening or even dripping with it and eventually getting bigger from the sheer amount stored

twitchystitch OOOOH YES it has a good blend of physical weirdness and even MORE lip expansion! between them i say that MJ likes waiting as long as she can, until she is oozing venom, and she has a surprisingly high threshhold hope is less patient

macrocondy3point0 so MJ has inflation covered, Hope shrinking, Janet giant

twitchystitch as soon as she feels strain, she will kiss to off-put the load

macrocondy3point0 what should Widow have unique to her?

twitchystitch HMMMM

twitchystitch perhaps hyper hourglass? her widow symbol is a pretty good description of her body shape (also would their venom change people to fit their personal theme: hope can shrink people, Janet makes them grow, and so forth?)

macrocondy3point0 maybe not at first, but once mantis becomes aware of them definitely (Effects from janet and hope have to wear off naturally and can’t be effected by pym particles)

twitchystitch YES widow’s hips were wider than she is tall, her breasts bigger than her entire upper torso her waist is so slim it’s technically invisible from some angles I LIKE THAT IDEA FOR THE VENOM

twitchystitch sometimes the three kiss the same person with different doesses just to see what will happen!

macrocondy3point0 like maybe gwen?

twitchystitch yes!! in fact consider that Gwen is a happy test subject for all the different kinds of experiemnts she will volunteer for them sometimes she takes notes (also, how about Gwen is hosting a symbiote? it just turned up and took residence on her and Gwen loves the darling)

macrocondy3point0 Definitely Maybe in her hair specifically?

twitchystitch oooh yes

twitchystitch for hair growth??

macrocondy3point0 yes gooey gloopy hair growth

twitchystitch massively long, luxuriant hair that does all kinds of unusual things, sometimes feeling up people Gwen has Feelings for GOOEY GLOOPY HAIR THE VERY BEST KIND OF HAIR gwen often goes about with just godiva hair wearing nothing but properly placed trails of her hair

macrocondy3point0 Yes, good or using it as limbs to walk around on

twitchystitch she walsk by and MJ goes EEP

macrocondy3point0 So she’s just hanging in the middle of it

twitchystitch gwen’s hair just gave her a healthy pat to the butt, MJ is actually flustered YES she swings around with her hair makes webs and stuff with it even crude objects or limbs its like the green lantern ring of hair (as for color i provide these suggestions: same as her original hair

twitchystitch rainbow colored, changes to whatever they feel like or a pretty iridescent shade) or possibly all of those; the hair changes color depending on whatever the symbiote has recently absorbed or eaten?

macrocondy3point0 I think a briliant blonde color works well with colored highlights

twitchystitch yes, I like this a lot!! gwen lieks to pose seductively, trails of goopy slime sliding down her body often in suggestive ways a few droplets making kissy shapes at nearby people

macrocondy3point0 they try to snare Hope pretty regularly

twitchystitch hope ALWAYS flits just out of range no matter how tiny she is, or how fast the goo whips they cannot ever ensnare her she is just too fast

macrocondy3point0 she’s surprisingly swift given her sheer bulk

twitchystitch im forced to assume that even at small size, Hope is a shortstack she looks like she is too meaty to move fast but she essentially has super speed

macrocondy3point0 So when she’s not restricting herself, how tall does Janet hang out at?

twitchystitch i’d say around a hundred feet or so she’s willing to go smaller to fit around places but she likes being big

twitchystitch scott is super envious goliath just shrugs, he doesn’t mind

macrocondy3point0 or she just smooches what’s in her way and they go soft

twitchystitch ooh yes a building in her way, she kisses it and gently nudgles it aside until its like molding some kind of jello, or playdoh she manipualtes it into a shape and moves around it at big enough sizes, she will do this to entire cities not for any gain, she can’t hurt them, she just likes doing that for fun

twitchystitch hank: janet was a very… firm woman. and by that i mean she was domineering as hell and i love that about her

macrocondy3point0 Things she kisses don’t puff up or melt or anything they just get really, really squishy. imagine her kissing MJ

twitchystitch yes like suepr duper elastic and modable; people kissed by her become perfect contortionists! (as a side note that is a thing sierra can do with her mass shifting powers i’ve been mentioning)

BUT LIKE MJ OH GEEZ with MJ’s sheer possible mass, just imagine how much SQUISH janet has to work with! her hands were already sinking into MJ BEFORE she kissed her now she can just pick up MJ and remold her into an entirely different form

macrocondy3point0 or, alternately since we haven’t mentioned her in a while Jessica

twitchystitch oooh, jessica! and i’m not sure if she has any particular abilities in this AU?

macrocondy3point0 well What we did with her was have her go to Wakanda and get really heavy off their food and then get smooched a bunch by MJ when she got home

macrocondy3point0 so she’s HUGE

twitchystitch absolutely MASSIVE in size! would she be ballooned, or should she maintain a human form? just

twitchystitch very puffed up?

macrocondy3point0 i think we said that it inflates pretty much everything, including fat So she’s exaggeratedly flabby, but also puffy

twitchystitch yes, i like that! im thinking that she might also be even heavier than you’d think for her size she is MASSIVELY dense relative to her size so its aL OT of mass for Janet to work with

macrocondy3point0 all her stress and tension evaporates instantly

twitchystitch idea, jessica finds having her body worked and generally messed with, by any source, incredibly soothing she seeks out the feeling at every opportunity

macrocondy3point0 maybe hope shrinks her down?

twitchystitch yes hope actually routinely seeks out those who get to big and might go overboard or cant handle the sensation of being Big jessica is constantly trying to get ridiculously big and Hope has to rein her in

macrocondy3point0 shrinks her small enough to fit in her hand Jessica whines and squirms in protest

twitchystitch she’s still so bulgy that her body squishes against hope’s fingers but hope remains firm

macrocondy3point0 a lot of Hope’s superhero duties involve finding people who lost control of their pym particles and started growing out of control, shrinking them down to comfort them

twitchystitch “No big for you until you’re responsible for it.” OOOH YES, i like that a lot!a

twitchystitch she deals with a lot of people who simply cant control it, or wont sometimes she has little pockets ona  belt to carry them all in (but usually prefers to put them in her cleavage or against her body in some way they find the contact comforting and they doze off easily

macrocondy3point0 if she has too many she drops them off with Gwen

twitchystitch who ALWAYS has plenty of room for them; her symbiote gently scoops them up making little lips to kiss them and hides them in its hair-body somewhere there is a LOT of slorping noises as they get contained in it all no matter how many hope provides, there is never any visible sign of them at all

macrocondy3point0 only some ever get grown back

twitchystitch hope says that lots of them haven’t shown the responsibiltiy to handle their new poewrs, and believes that if they CAN grow back, than they have the responsibility to be allowed to do so a lot of them like Gwen’s hair too much to leave and gwen gets protective of them her hair hisses if you try to take them from her

macrocondy3point0 (what if it starts to shrink gwen within her own hair)

twitchystitch OOOOH like im assuming that while gwen’s hair remains consistent size gwen HERSELF will start dwindling down usually not much, only a bit at a time

twitchystitch but culmatively, with all those people? she will get VERY small over time

macrocondy3point0 all while her hair pampers her

twitchystitch gwen’s hair is extremely coddling; even normal sized it will hand her things, tuck her in, feed her and spoil her rotten as she shrinks, becoming smaller and, to her hair’s perspective, more helpless, it gets even more fussy gwen hardly moves at all as her hair picks her up and shuffles about handling all possible needs for her

macrocondy3point0 she gets to the point where individual strands of hair are doens of feet thick to her

twitchystitch and any one of them, close enough, is gently curling around her, supporting her tightly and embracing her like a blanket

macrocondy3point0 hope occassionally smooches MJ so she can visit Gwen in her hair

twitchystitch gwen is torn; shel ikes to be nude but she likes to be cuddled, she eventually opts to let her hair embrace her because it feels so Nice

twitchystitch MJ’s visists are greatly looked foward to by Gwen; they hug a lot and even do non-sizeshifting smooches while MJ makes sure that the others in gwen’s hair are cared for

macrocondy3point0 would gwen still be skinny, or plumped up from her hair taking care of her?

twitchystitch im thinking plumped up from her hair taking so much care of her; it spoils her silly!

macrocondy3point0 has her personality changed any?

twitchystitch mmmm maybe she’s getting a bit on the bratty side? she wants what she wants and she wants it NOW rather impatient and pouty when she doesnt get her way MJ teases her mercilessly when she’s in those moods

macrocondy3point0 it always miffs her that MJ is even bigger no matter how small she shrinks

twitchystitch no matter how tiny the both of them might be, MJ always, ALWAYS dwarfs her

twitchystitch sometimes gwen is knee sized to MJ sometime’s only half her size but mj is always pick enough to pick her up and taunt her over how cute and tiny she is! symbiote hair allows this, she thinks it’s cute (im assuming symbiote hair is fine with being a girl)

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I'm working on having less clutter in our home so I don't feel suffocated myself, and so I don't suffocate my roommate.

It makes it really easy that our mutual 3rd roommate's cat did pp on these shadow palettes. They're enormous but I loved them - so having them rendered unsanitary really helps letting me let them go c:

I could give a rat's ass about the warm tones in the 35m boss mood artistry palette; it's really only ever been about 2, MAYBE 4 lime green shadows in here. I'm more than confident Miss Angela Nyqvist has got me covered with alts 😌 (and honestly, I should have looked into them before ever even thinking about the morphe palette, because what the fuck. It didn't want to give up any of the pigment, like at all...)

Now the BH Cosmetics palette... hurted. The purple shades were the closest I've gotten in my sizable yet meandering disarrayed and thoughtless drugstore-priced collection to the sweet little pastel lavender shades that pull warm enough to be wearable and not look like a nightmare on me. They would have fit right in with this y2k trend that's probably already outlasting its welcome judging by how kinda inaccessible and unattainable and intimidating it is (and how uncomfortably it reminds the collective of the standards and common practices of the beauty industry of the time the trend is emulating; I love today's warm debridement of the nightmare of the industry landscape of yesteryear, and how patient the world's been with people with body shapes like mine. I absolutely would have loved to have been able to have participated in these trends in an idealized form more closely resembling the willow limbs of back then, but I'm not going anywhere near it as I am.)

But so anyway, cat peed on or around the astrology palette and now it's infused with the stinky. The colors were cute, the baked shadows were hella metallic, the pigment came right off the pan and almost exactly the same on my lid (with the exception of maybe the matte scorpio shade? One of them definitely looks more neutral/cool brown in the pan but definitely pulls cool wine on my lid!!) and I never got enough time to play with the teal shadows, and definitely not with the aquarius shadow (I love to hold onto resentment, but using it with a manifestation of forgiveness might have helped things along; also infusing it with the energy of other aquarii that I DO like c:)

Then there were these cute, comfortable, but ultimately unused smaller more hand-sized palettes that I just didn't use as much as I would have thought or wanted.

I was smitten by the original wet n wild nude awakening palette, despite having purchased either a dud or the formula was just as bad as it appeared to be to me - the original palette gucking sucked and I tried salvaging it in ways with the elf rose gold palette in ways that I didn't even know how to receive any satisfying results :v To this day, I probably wouldn't have been able to pull it off, but if I had put a single red dime to the urban decay naked 3 palette, my native tax bracket would lose and I'd be a class traitor. Again.

So this Coloricon reformulated palette was a beautiful no brainer experience c: She was a fuckin dream - absolutely nothing like that non-trademark iconic predecessor formula for the walking on eggshells palette from before, but still just so much more workable than whatever the original nude awakening was offering.

I'm sad I didn't enjoy smoky essentials more, but i guess the blue just wasn't making the impact I had hoped for? I don't know, it just didn't speak to me, despite my birthstone being a sapphire so you'd think (but, as I'm learning these past couple years, padparadscha fucking exists, and she is such a hoot- I LOVE my peachy/coral colourpop palette dedicated to her :^)

Again, I didn't want the 1 percenters to win, even though I HAD the little hand sized little urban decay travel sized little naked...2? palette, the little one with exactly these shades, if just all-matte, and apparently would have been really decent shadow and face/contour multifunction powder, but I guess I'll never know because I decluttered that shit WHEN I HAD GOTTEN IT FOR FREE, DAMN why.

Oh well. This formula unfortunately doesn't impress me nearly as much as my tarte energy noir, so point: gentrifiers.

I don't know why I bother with hard candy. Some of their shimmer shadow formulas from palettes past had really lived up to the brand name going by the texture. It was like little pop rocks or pixie styx or nerds. A lot of them sucked, some of them barely came out of the pan (it was like rubbing a shiny green brick! There was probably that barrier coating the shadow that would have been resolved with just working through it with a few scraping of a coarse brush to debride it a bit, hit highly-pigmented gold but alas), and too few were exactly as creamy and reflective as I demand any given eyeshadow that deigns to market itself as a shimmer to be. I am brutal about the shimmer shades I have to put coin to.

This. Overcorrection. Was not the direction I wanted hard candy take its shimmer formulas to. I hate makeup revolution shades. Those and this cringey palette feel like playing with literal children's makeup, in that it feels like it's literally made of kids' toys, namely playdoh. It is the weirdest thing and I hate it because it reminds of this one classmate when I was in pre-k and his skin was just gummy. And his features reflected that gummy quality too?!?!? I have no idea how to describe it but SEEING HIM had the texture quality of being gummy when I visually observed and perceived him. Does that make any sense at all???

That's what the makeup revolution and this hard candy formula oil rig pump up from the marianas trench pits of my deeply repressed soul.

I wish I hadn't ever acknowledged the purple palette but I have to hate something, I'm like clinically compelled to.

It looks like I won't be folding laundry "tonight."

[i-write-about-anything]

Moving Forward Chapter 4

Prompt: Reader gets pregnant by the sourwolf but he leaves before she could tell him, time skip the kid is 3 and the pack is the readers main support.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader, Pack x Reader

Word Count: 1,238

Warnings: a lot of verbal fighting lol

Reader’s POV

“Dad?” Teddy plays with the foreign word saying it over and over until he just looks at me. “What’s that?” I look at Derek for any kind of explanation. 

“It’s like a mom but a boy version.” I gave Derek a puzzling look before putting my hand on my forehead. “You have two parents and one of them is mom and the other one is dad. I’m your dad. I helped your mom make you.” Teddy looked at Derek. 

“Like with playdoh?” I laughed and shook my head. 

“No Teddy, it’s hard to explain. But a dad is someone who loves you and takes care of you and is always there for you.” Teddy’s eyes lit up.

“Like Scott, Stiles, and Liam? Are they my dad too?” I look at his innocent face as he smiled back at me. 

“No sweetie, they’re not you dad. Derek is, you only get one.” He looks at Derek and then back at me.

“But he doesn’t take care of me like Scott and Stiles do and he’s never there like Liam is.” He frowned and I looked at Derek his eyes looking at Teddy as he studied him. “I don’t know him, I don’t want him to be my dad, mommy.” I sigh.

“You’ll get to know him, I promise he’s nice.” He shook his head.

“No! I don’t want to!” Teddy wasn’t one to talk back, that’s probably why I was taken back when he yelled. 

“Hey, it’s fine. I know you don’t know me but I'm going to be around so you can get to know me and it’ll be fun.” Teddy just shook his head.

“No, I don’t want to. Mommy please don’t make me.” His small arms wrapped around my neck and I looked at Derek. I felt bad, I did, but if he’s pick up my phone calls like I expected him to maybe I would have felt worse. “Can we go play with Liam?” He whispered in my ear and Derek's shoulder’s dropped. 

“Yeah honey, let me just talk to Derek for a few more minutes, okay?” He simply nodded and started playing with my hair. “Don’t force him into anything, he’ll only end up hating you. Look, I know you. and I know you’re going to try to get him to like you but you need to give him time. You didn’t exactly make a good impression on him.” I stood up.

“What about us (y/n)? When do we get to talk about us?” I laughed and walked towards him. I look down at him and shake my head. 

“There is no more us Derek, it’s been three years. You gave me no response for two years. I’m over it, and I'm pretty sure you’re over it too.” I walk away and begin to walk back to my home. I quickly take out my phone and dial Stiles to come pick us up when I realize how far it actually is. 

“Mommy, is Derek gone forever?” He looked at me as I set him down next to me.

“No Teddy, he’s not. He’s not leaving anymore and you’re going to see a lot of him.” I look down at him as he begins to pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I kneel down to be face to face with him.

“He's scary.” I smile knowing exactly what he meant, I was afraid of him when I first met him too. 

“He’s not that bad Teddy, I promise. Otherwise I wouldn’t have him talking to you. I wouldn't let anything hurt you, you know that.” He nodded as Stiles pulled up. “Now come on, we have to go get you ready for bed.” I picked him up and placed him in the car before sitting in the passenger seat. 

“How’d it go?” Stiles immediately spoke. I looked at him and sighed. 

“Horrible, really horrible.” I looked out the window as Stiles drove back to my house.

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“You know you can’t stay here (y/n).” Scott spoke.

“I know Scott, but I can’t exactly crash at your place with a three year old. Look I know you’re worried but you live in a one bedroom apartment. I’m not going to let you offer me your bed while you take the couch.” He sighed and Teddy came running in with Liam. 

“Mommy! Mommy!” He reached up for me to pick him up. I rested him on my hip and he looked at Scott. “Dad!” Scott’s eyes widened and I looked at Teddy.

“Did he just?” Liam spoke.

“Teddy, no. Scott isn’t your dad. We went through this.” I sighed and looked at Scott. “I’m sorry, the dad talk earlier didn’t go as planned and now he thinks you, Stiles and Liam can be his dad.” Scott looked at me with a weak smile. 

“Stay with me, please. Otherwise I'll just worry. Come on (y/n) I can’t protect you guys unless I’m there.” Scott pleaded. 

“Sleepover! Can Liam come too?” Teddy jumped on my arms. 

“Scott is being nice enough to let us two sleep at his place, don’t push it.” Teddy popped his bottom lip out and looked at Scott. 

“Please.” I shook my head and Scott sighed caving. “Yay!” Teddy wiggled in my arms and I set him down only for him to go into Liam’s arms before they walk out the room. 

“You need to learn how to say no.” I grab some of Teddy’s clothes and shove them in a backpack. 

“It’s kind of hard when he’s adorable.” I giggled. “So he didn’t like Derek?” I shook my head and grabbed Teddy’s favorite stuffed bear. 

“Hated him. Begged me to promise him I wouldn’t force him to get to know Derek.” I sat on the bed and looked up at Scott. “How can he just come back as if he never left? And now Teddy thinks you’re his dad and he’s terrified of Derek. And on top of it all we’re in danger because of him. We were doing so good Scott. We had all of this under control and now he’s back and so it all the supernatural bullshit.” Scott sat next to me and pulled me into a hug. 

“We’ll get through this. I promise you. I won’t let anyone hurt him, you know that. Not even Derek.” I smiled at him and pulled away. “Now let’s get going, it’s getting late and I know how Teddy gets if he doesn’t have his sleep.” I laugh and get up following him and Liam to the truck.

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After a couple of minutes fighting on who’d take the couch I was laying in Scott’s bed with Teddy next to me. “Mommy, I like Liam, he always lets me win.” I smile and kiss his forehead. 

“I know sweetie. He’s too good too you. Now go to bed, its way passed your bedtime.” He smiled and hugged his stuffed fox before closing his eyes. I don’t know how long I had stared at him but I eventually drifted off to sleep myself. Pure terror struck only a couple hours after. Teddy had woken me up with his loud screams. My eyes automatically opened and Scott and Liam rushed in. “Teddy, wake up.” I spoke bringing him into my arms. But when his eyes opened a small amount of yellow flashed in them being the only thing that could be seen in the dark room. 

To be continued...

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(playdoh anon here again.) Love this blog! Classic meem is such a cutie! For each of your teammates what unhealthy habits do you nag them about? Asking about all of them separately.

“Firstly, I’m not bloody cute. What is it with you grey-faces and calling people cute?”

“But bad habits- God where do I start?

Boss shouts and stomps about and punches things when he doesn’t get his way; childish and unnecessary, of course. And he never takes his blood pressure medication.

Arthur just doesn’t stop eating. Its bad for his health! Twice I’ve had to put him on a diet and thrice he’s ruined it!

Bea is… well, I try not to nag Bea too much. At least, not when she has her Zippo nearby. She steals things from the Infirmary for her’s and Rory’s ‘fun times’, and has an annoying habit of stealing the postman for torture practise.

Speaking of Rory, he eats way too much too, but he does more than enough exercise to burn it off. No, I’ve got much more to hate him for - he’s annoying, messy, picky, childish, noisy- he leaves his underwear lying around the place, never does his chores, uses up all the hot water in the showers- okay I’ll stop before you get bored.

Spy is Spy. There isn’t really much to nag him for, he’s a very… orderly person. Though he has a freaky thing where he appears out of thin air right behind you and scares the shit out of you. And he steals my bandages and burn cream.

Sniper is a pain in the fucking arse- literally. Why does he feel the need to shoot my backside on the field?! It isn’t necessary of funny! And his beard is stupid, and his weapons. And his uniform. Stupid.

It’s harder to criticize Roy, because he’s so… y’know, Roy. But he’s messy too. Leaves greasy fingerprints all over the rec-room sofa and blueprints in the messhall. And he’s basically married to his truck.

Who’ve I missed? Hm- oh. Oh Greg! God Greg is the worst. Absolutely positively terrible. Imagine the most nag-worthy thing and he’s probably done it. Blown up the dorms twice in a week? Ate all my humbugs? Broken my bath? Shoved me out of bed at three in the morning to ask me if pigeon’s had feelings? Yup.”