#its like that lemon art with the LOTS of hearts

[noorpersona]

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Ive been reading around and oh my gosh i’ve been on your page for hours I LOVE THESE SMSMSMSM

I was wondering if you could make a nishinoya yuu x reader jealousy situation of sorts with some other character of your preference 😛

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omggg THANK YOU you're literally the sweetest?? I’m so glad you've been enjoying the writing, that means everything 😭💕

I dug around my heart for this one hehehe enjoy <333

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Jealously: Nishinoya

The Italian coast had a way of folding people into it.

The small harbor town of Portoscala wasn’t marked on most maps, but it was the kind of place that pulled you in by scent and sound alone—basil, brine, the sharp bark of espresso machines, the hiss of fishing lines cutting into saltwater. The houses stacked up the hillside in sun-washed pastels, terracotta roofs leaning toward one another like gossiping old women, and each morning bloomed in gold, dust, and noise.

Nishinoya had been living there for almost a year.

He liked the simplicity. The rhythm. He fished in the early morning when the water was still like glass and the mist clung to the backs of boats. He traded with the locals for olives, lemons, sun-warped tomatoes. He learned to speak enough Italian to argue over coffee but kept to himself when he could. That is—until the morning he saw the shop.

It was tucked quietly between buildings like it had grown there, ivy tumbling down the stucco in lazy loops. Not flashy. Just a wide, sun-fogged window and a crooked, hand-painted sign that read: “STAMPE DI PESCI – Art of the Sea.”

He might have passed it—would’ve passed it—if not for what he saw in the window.

A fish. Flattened. Inked. Pressed onto thick, textured paper with no signature, no flourish. Just the clean, solemn truth of its shape. It hit him like a wave. Not the artwork—though it was stunning—but the memory it dragged up from deep inside him.

Gyotaku.

He hadn’t seen it in years. Not since Japan. Not since he was a kid trailing behind his grandfather at the docks, watching weathered hands lift up fish with reverence. Not since he learned the words “This is how you honor the catch.”

He didn’t hesitate. He walked straight in.

The bell above the door jingled. The smell inside was rich and unfamiliar—sumi ink, sea salt, rosemary from the windowsill. The walls were lined with delicate scrolls, prints hung to dry on twine lines, their outlines crisp and real, as if they might still swim.

And there you were.

Barefoot, sleeves rolled to the elbows, brush in hand. You were crouched over a long table near the back, smoothing the belly of a halibut with fingers stained black at the tips. Your hair was tied up but loose in places, ink streaked across your cheek in a streak you hadn’t noticed yet.

You looked up at the sound of the bell, blinking once before smiling. “Can I help you?”

He opened his mouth, paused, then blurted, “Where’d you learn to do that?”

You stood, wiping your hands on your apron. “Gyotaku? From an artist in Hokkaido. I lived there for a few months.”

“I’m from Miyagi,” he said. “My jii-chan showed me once. Said it was… respectful.”

You nodded. “It is. It’s also beautiful.”

He stepped closer, eyes flicking over the work laid out on your table. They weren’t just prints. They were preserved motion. Like each fish had whispered something to you, and you'd sealed it in ink.

“I fish,” he said suddenly. “A lot.”

That made you laugh. “Lucky me.”

From that day forward, he brought you fish. Not for money. Not for trade. Just… because.

You specialized in gyotaku: honoring a fish's form by inking it and pressing it into rice paper. Some saw it as odd, but Nishinoya understood it immediately. "You're printing souls," he’d said once, eyes wide. "You're like... a fish priest." You laughed so hard you smudged your sleeve in ink.

Sometimes he brought tuna. Sometimes eels. Once, a marlin.

“Found this guy giving me attitude,” he said, setting the marlin down with a triumphant grin that practically gleamed in the sunlight. His shirt was half-untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and there was a visible scrape down one forearm you suspected had a very fishy origin. “I spotted him darting through the current like he thought he could out-swim me. I told him, ‘No chance. You’re going straight to her studio.’ It was like he knew you’d been looking at other marlins.”

You squinted at him, folding your arms. “Wait. Are you saying you chased down a marlin because you were jealous of hypothetical fish?”

He looked at you with complete sincerity. “He was flashy. Had that whole deep-sea bad boy look. I wasn’t taking chances.”

You stared. “Yuu. Did you wrestle a marlin because you got jealous of how it looked?”

He shrugged, utterly unapologetic. “I mean, I won. So… not that weird, right?”

What he didn’t know was that your manager, back in Tokyo, had recently started sending rare fish your way for commissioned prints. They were oddities—deep-sea rarities with exotic fins and unusual shapes, packed in sleek crates with dry ice and impersonal paperwork. It was nothing personal. Just a business arrangement. Your agent insisted the pieces would catch the eye of collectors and museums. You weren’t even sure you liked it. The fish felt clinical. Shipped from a catalogue. Still, you printed them, because sometimes art meant compromise.

One morning, you were laying a freshly defrosted anglerfish onto your press table, arranging the fins just so, when the studio door creaked open.

“That’s not mine,” Nishinoya said flatly.

You glanced up, brush poised midair. “No. It’s from my manager. Special commission.”

He didn’t respond. Not immediately. He just crossed his arms, standing there in the doorway like he'd been slapped with a cold towel. His brows furrowed hard enough to crease the space between them, and his eyes flicked between the anglerfish and you like he wasn’t sure which of you he felt more betrayed by.

“Yuu?” you asked, already hearing the shift in his silence.

“So now you’re just taking fish from whoever sends them?” he muttered, voice sharp around the edges but too controlled to be casual. There was disbelief there—wounded pride dressed up in sarcasm. His posture was all puffed-up defensiveness, hands tucked under his arms, one foot tapping absently against the tile.

You blinked. “It’s for a commission. I didn’t pick it. They just send them.”

“Uh-huh,” he muttered, still eyeing the fish like it had personally flirted with you.

“Yuu—”

“I just thought I was your fish guy,” he said, louder now, pacing a few steps forward before turning on his heel. “Guess I got replaced by some frozen deep-sea glow stick.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Tried not to laugh. You really tried.

“A glow stick?”

He shot you a look, scowl deepening. “With teeth. Look at it! That thing’s got more spikes than a sea urchin in a blender.”

You set the brush down and crossed the room, reaching out to tug gently at his sleeve. “Yuu. Come on.”

He let you pull him a little closer, though he kept his head turned stubbornly to the side.

“You are my fish guy. My ridiculous, dramatic, jealous fish guy. Who once named a swordfish after me and then told the whole pier she was impossible to catch.”

He sniffed. “To be fair, she was very stubborn. And she slapped me. Right in the nose.”

You bit back a grin. “Exactly my point.”

His eyes flicked to you finally—brown and bright and still a little hurt, like he wasn’t quite ready to admit how much the whole thing had gotten under his skin.

Without a word, you reached beneath your worktable and pulled out a wrapped scroll, tied carefully with twine. “I was saving this for your birthday, but… now seems like a good time.”

He took it hesitantly, brow furrowed, and began to unroll it.

The moment the marlin came into view, he froze. The print was bold—ink sweeping across the paper in clean, elegant lines. Powerful. Still. The exact shape of the fish he’d caught for you weeks ago. You’d captured its spirit perfectly, the curve of its body frozen in motion like it was still alive.

“I made this for you,” you said softly. “I couldn’t hang it in the studio. It didn’t feel right. It’s yours.”

He stared down at the paper like it was something sacred. His fingers tightened around the edges.

“You’re not crying, are you?” you teased gently.

“No,” he said quickly, voice higher than usual and cracking a little at the end. “I just got fish guts in my eye or something.”

You laughed, and he stepped forward to pull you into him, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, the other holding the scroll safely behind your back like it was too precious to wrinkle.

“I’m still your number one fish guy, right?” he murmured into your shoulder.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Always.”

He pulled back just enough to grin, the edges of it crooked and boyish. “Even if I name the next one after your middle name?”

“Yuu.”

He laughed into your neck. “Fine. But she better be as stubborn as you.”

[definitelynotshouting]

For the WIP game, would love to know what’s up with the angst for Calo <3

HELLO KAYA MY BELOVED FRIEND!!!!! i will GLADLY tell u abt the angst i cooked up for Calo >:]

Okay in reality this is a bit more hurt/comfort than just straight up angst, i just think its way funnier to call it that. Anyway, Calo gave me a little preview of this beautiful artwork before it got posted, and it gave me instant brainrot bc secret life perpetually does insane cocomelon shit to my head whenever i think abt it. I think i have 2 fics centered around it already and by gods with this one im gunning for a third.

The basic idea is just playing off of the dialogue already in the art, BUT!!! One of my favorite things in the world is when characters in disguise reveal things about themselves that they never would if they werent wearing some sort of mask. When Calo told me that Scar knew who Grian was but was pretending not to, i saw the world's best opportunity to do a little character prodding❤️🥰

85% of this fic is in script format, since i didnt want to lose the dialogue as it came to me-- but i do plan to write things out properly and post it, once i get the brain blast for it (so if youve been wondering why i havent reblogged it yet..... YEAH THATS WHY SKDNWKDJSK)

I dont wanna give too much away, but heres one of my favorite exchanges ive written in the dialogue:

[Silence as they pick their way over to TRADER SCAR’S] GRIAN: [abruptly] Do you like it here? SCAR: Sor— repeat that? GRIAN: Do you like it here. [Looking steadily at TRADER SCAR’S] You seem… happy. SCAR: … Well, there’s a word for it. [Slowly, testing the waters] I like building. I like the canvas, I suppose. [Carefully] What about you? GRIAN: [startled] Me? SCAR: Yes, you! I mean, surely you’ve got better things to do than hang about here, right? [A playful nudge] Any canvases of your own? GRIAN: … No. Nothing like that. SCAR: [blink blonk] You aren’t a winner? GRIAN: A what? SCAR: Why, a winner, of course! That’s what this place is for, isn’t it? For— [faltering] for winners? GRIAN: You call this a win? SCAR: It’s certainly not a loss.

Theres lots of little implications that arent explicitly on-script rn that i want to write in properly later, but the atmosphere around this conversation makes me WILD whenever i think abt it💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 pov the guy you love openly admits he does not see what happened in 3rd life as a win despite literally being here with the other winners. Pov the guy you love holds a grief so tight heay as well be pressurizing it into a diamond around his heart. IDK IT JUST DOES CRAZY SHIT TO ME WHEN GRIAN ROUNDABOUT ADMITS TO HIS GUILT AND HOW 3RD LIFE BROKE HIM!!!! GET FOREVER CHANGED BOY!!!! I AM GOING TO PEEL YOU LIKE A FREEKING LEMON!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

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[thefruitbros]

Hello Bullet Train nation, how are we doing?? This is my (long-ish?) observation about the Twins' neckties/clothes representing their states in the movie, based on my thoughts. Idk if anyone's mentioned this before, I just kind of noticed this after rewatching BT for the 20th time and I blacked out, I just couldn't stop thinking about it when I noticed the coincidences ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ At the start of the movie, the Twins' neckties are pretty tightened up. All neat and tidy, nothing out of the ordinary right? I always interpreted this as both of them being fully composed and put-together (represented by their neckties) ever since nothing concerning has happened yet, as far as they are concerned, their mission is doing well.

But then the moment they lost the case, Tangerine's necktie (including one button) looks a bit looser now. As if his composure is also slowly becoming undone or slipping, ever since the situation has taken a turn for the worse

Lemon fixing Tangerine's necktie — fixing his brother's composure?? maybe?? As if fixing it is saying "Calm down, we can make this right. Now let's go find this case. Hold yourself together, Tangerine." Lemon's necktie is still not loosened at all up to this point. He's still remaining calm.

After one dead Son, Lemon passing out, and not being able to find Ladybug or the briefcase later.... we now have Tangerine take his tie off completely. Might interpret this as him becoming more serious with the situation and finally on the edge of losing his composure fully + necktie will no longer hold him back (symbolically and metaphorically??)

Then we get to the Yakuza interaction with Tangerine. More buttons are unbuttoned (also goodbye jacket) and he looks a LOT more disheveled than the last image — might be because he's showing more and more of his true self especially since nothing is holding him back now + composure is fucked at this point due to being bothered so much by The White Death's men Compare his to Lemon's outfit, Lemon's necktie is still pretty tightened up, aside from the amount of blood splatter around his chest area — Lemon is holding up fine still.

After fighting Ladybug and getting thrown off the train later — Tangerine is completely disheveled and all the buttons are unbuttoned now (ALSO he was extremely pissed off in this scene). I kind of remember from the art book that this is supposed to be "unleashing the beast" or basically showing how Tang is just gone at this point and is about to go full on insane because everything went to shit (I CANT EXPLAIN PROPERLY, please understand)

Now back to Lemon, the only time we ever see Lemon's necktie slightly loosened up is upon interacting with The Prince and Kimura — interpret this scene as him doubting or finding the duo suspicious + he's also worried at this point in time too ig???

When Lemon finally woke up, he still had most of his clothes with him including his necktie and his brother's necklace.

But when he had found Tangerine's dead body, his necktie is gone too and so is his jacket (including buttons are all unbuttoned) — all that remains now is his white shirt and Tangerine's necklace.

Tangerine's death was so devastating that it was the only thing that could pull apart Lemon's composure throughout the movie. He replaces the necktie with the necklace around his neck, it's about him bringing an important part of his brother with him and that its the only thing that matters. It's supposed to protect him now, like how Tang protected him many times before. also is it a coincidence that Lemon was shot in the chest and Tangerine always wore his necklace near his heart?? are y'all seeing this?? I'm dying here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This might be me being delusion or might even be intentional by the writers of BT idk but whatever it is, I am insane about these small details and I need to share it to the world. This movie is taking a big toll on me guys

[ravioliage]

Hi Ravioliage just wanted to say thank you for standing up for datv. Like the game isn't perfect but the way you handle and discuss the criticism is nuanced and very nice to see. You're doing the Maker's work

not a slight at you by any means but the "game isn't perfect, but" thing juggles my tits a lot. maybe i'm just an old grandma yelling at children.

I'm a glass of 40% italian lemon liqour deep so let's see if this makes sense. Poured it, checked the alcohol % later. whoops. it's a friday night.

no game is perfect. the older you get the more you learn to appreciate the good and stop minding the bad. Expecting any sort of perfection from art like videogames is anthithetical to what makes video games great. They are made by human beings who are very failable. Also, I'd argue that a perfect video game would be the most boring thing ever to play. A hand-made clay figurine where you can still see human finger prints on it vs a mass produced one that is perfectly smooth.

games are beautiful handmade art pieces full of flaws that only make it better and more memorable. i look back at my favorite games like The Longest Journey and Dreamfall and marvel at what a small number of truly great people could accomplish, what great stories they can tell and how they can inspire people while Dreamfall's sneaking sections makes you wish you were dead. then you cry your eyes out during the final conversation with Faith. the whole "if it's not perfect why bother" thing is one of those modern first world afflictions that makes you a worse person in the long run.

also, i get no personal satisfaction from saying a game is better than another for its "flawlessness". i enjoy when games try, when games have heart and are brave, when games do something you haven't seen before. a good game can be so many different things and it's just silly to look at it as if perfection was a measure.

there's nothing to measure against. it's all subjective.

[mamani-bento]

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thanks for getting me through last week nanami pls get me through this one as well love u

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he can't know, right? there's no way he can know. if he's continuing to do this after knowing, that's just cruel. and nanami's a lot of things, but cruel is certainly not one of them. there's no way he knows that his stupid apron covered in stupid clip-art lemon graphics does stupid things to you. things that leave you feeling like your stupid, wretched heart is pumping overtime.

to be fair, you hadn't realised for the longest time either. and you're not an oblivious person, you know nanami is an attractive man. even before you two started going out, started feeling anything other than a professional respect for each other, you had been able to appreciate that he's a looker.

so it's not just the sight of his broad back greeting you in the morning when you blearily stumble into the kitchen as he's making breakfast. and it's not just the brisk efficiency of his chopping during sunday brunch preparation, precise juliennes laid out on the cutting board and thick fingers curled firm around the handle of the knife. and it's certainly not just the tensing of his forearms, veins stark as he covers his hands in flour, pliable dough being moulded under his able kneading. no, all these things help, sure, but the real clincher - and you're aware of how odd this is - is that damn apron.

the first time you see him wear it, you get whiplash. it's still early, still some time to go for the sun to rise fully. at first, you can't tell what's woken you. it's a saturday, and your alarm hasn't rudely blared into the cozy cocoon of the bedroom like it does during the week. eyes still closed, you scoot a little towards the centre of the bed, seeking warmth so you can fall back asleep. and then you scoot some more. and some more. grumbling, you blearily open your eyes to see you've moved right up till the other end of the mattress with no warmth encountered in the workout. as if on cue, a muted sizzle disrupts the quiet of the room, and, as if on cue, you rise at the sound. that's where the warmth has gone then.

you don't bother wearing your glasses, not at all awake enough to start processing clear vision, and you think, as you step into the kitchen, that maybe what you're seeing is just a consequence of your bad eyesight. it's blurry but there's definitely a thin strap of cloth circling nanami's neck and a knot at the small of his back. they're bright yellow, stark against the dark navy of his soft, cotton t-shirt. are you imagining it, perhaps? or still dreaming?

you're sort of swaying in place, half-asleep brain struggling to comprehend what your eyes are relaying to it, when the man in question turns around.

blinding white assaults your vision. as if the glaring newness of the material isn't shocking enough, several bright neon lemons cover the body of it. the thing is shockingly ugly.

and there's no logical explanation for this. but nanami stands in this monstrosity, concern on his face at your set expression, spatula held out in one hand and angled so nothing drips on the floor, and the rising sun is streaming in through the kitchen window, bathing its favourite golden-haired child in a yellow glow, and your heart is clenching clenching clenching until it feels like it's going to burst from the pressure.

"are you alright?" he asks, setting the spatula down. his eyebrows furrow as your face does a weird mix between sleepy disgruntlement, revulsion, and whatever is happening to your insides.

"what are you wearing?"

he has the audacity to look confused at first. glances down at himself, as if somehow forgetting that he's clad in this absolutely revolting piece of fabric.

"oh, the apron?"

you scoff, finally moving. a cup of tea sits on the counter next to him and you don't bother asking for permission before you lift it to take a sip. something is happening and this seems significant for some reason and you feel sick.

easily, he gently takes the steaming mug from your grip before you can taste any of it, pointedly looking at the other cup you had missed a bit further back. this one is full, and, apparently, yours.

"do you not like it?" he asks, seeming genuinely bewildered. he leans his back on the granite next to where you've perched yourself. your legs swing, heels rhythmically colliding with the cupboards below.

you take a sip of your drink before thinking of an answer. do you not like it? it's terrible, sure. but do you like him? of course. these two facts in tandem are doing wonky things to all your internal systems.

"it's bright."

"yes, i suppose it is. was the only one they had in stock, unfortunately."

truly, unfortunate.

you both sip your teas in the silence of the morning. the eggs continue to cook. the yellow band positioned just under his hair looks at you mockingly. you've got the warmth you had come looking for - his body is a furnace and you perpetually run cold and he's standing close enough now for the side of your knee to be touching the side of his thigh - but something tells you you've got much bigger problems to deal with.

it's been a week since you saw the offending article of clothing, and a hellish one at that. so hellish, in fact, that you've basically forgotten about the apron. you've tabled all the lemon-spawned convoluted feelings for later (never, if you have it your way), and it's the farthest thing from your mind as you step into the kitchen on friday night.

you've reached home before nanami, and you know he'll be back soon, but you want to get to bed so this week can finally be over so bad that you decide to get started with dinner. you bring out the ingredients, just beginning to chop the capsicum when the front door closes.

seconds later, nanami pads into the kitchen, making his way towards you to carefully wrap two arms around your waist from the back. you still the motions of the knife, leaning back into his frame and breathing him in. the knot of his spotted tie digs into the side of your head.

"how was your day?" you ask, free hand coming up to tangle in his blond strands as he burrows his head into the crook of your shoulder.

"long. yours?"

"same."

his lips brush across the skin on the side of your neck in apology, in acknowledgement, in sympathetic support, even as you raise his left arm to place a kiss against a knuckle.

"would you like some help?" he asks, peering at all the ingredients you've got spread on the counter. his voice rumbles against your neck, low and spoken soft since he's so close to your ear.

you could do with some help. "sure," you reply, briefly missing his warmth as he pulls away.

you expect him to start washing the other vegetables or to get started on the sauce, but with a mumbled 'give me a second', he promptly walks out of the kitchen.

...and walks back in pulling that damn lemon-print apron over his head.

you watch in near disbelief as he evens it out down his front, over his blue shirt. he's removed his tie and the white fabric sits smooth and stretches across his wide torso. then he reaches behind, arms twisting as he does up the knot at the back. and then he takes off his watch and carefully places it inside the apron pocket.

then he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and starts washing the other vegetables.

on the outside, you're cutting capsicum in a very calm and dignified manner. on the inside, palpitations. you sneak glances at him out of the corner of your eye as surreptitiously as you can - take in the long, out-of-place flop of hair falling over his forehead, the deftness of his hands as he lets the water run over all the tomatoes in his grip, thumb gently rubbing over a stubborn patch of mud on the vegetable. but these things you know, have always known, have witnessed uncountable times. so why are they making your heart crawl up and get lodged in your throat making every swallow difficult?

"you're staring," nanami says, not bothering to look at you.

well. not so sly, then.

you're not a shy person. he's caught you staring at him before, ogling him even, in situations far more erotic than this, and you've never felt particularly ashamed by it, but you suddenly feel very flustered at being called out.

"and what about it?" you sniff, a petulance you'll deny possessing creeping into your voice. you doggedly focus on the cutting board.

nanami's amused huff precedes a bowl full of wet vegetables entering your line of vision. as you pause your chopping to grab a tomato, a single finger comes to raise your chin, letting your eyes sweep up the length of nanami's torso, waist to neck to slightly smiling lips to twinkling eyes, taking in every awful lemon on the way.

"please," he mutters, "stare away."

you can't stop the tiny, foolish grin from growing on your face, and you scoff at his words. there's a blush starting at the base of your neck and your face feels like it's on fire. you're scraped raw by his gaze, his words, his apron.

clearing your throat, you lean away from him, his amusement only increasing. he lets you go without complaint, taking his spot in front of the stove next to you and getting the pan out. great. now he'll start with the sauce.

as he adds and stirs, as you chop and garnish, as your hips check and fingers brush, as his bloody apron gets splattered with bubbling red sauce and as he has a small, private smile of satisfaction that the thing is doing its job, you know this isn't sustainable for your heart. something, at some point in what you think is going to be the very near future, will give.

"kento."

"hmm?"

"kento."

"what?"

"i have to talk to you about something."

nanami blearily shifts his grip on your waist, head surfacing from your neck to look you in the eye in sleepy confusion. the clock on his bedside table says '03:23 AM' in blaring red, but it makes no difference to you. you've just had a realisation, a fucking massive realisation.

"i figured out why i hate your apron."

"it's three in the morn–wait, you hate my apron?" he's a little more awake and a little more confused now as well.

you haven't slept at all, obviously. you had gone to bed per usual, looking forward to the weekend ahead, only lingering feverishness about the terrible, horrible garment in your system. and then, as nanami's breathing had started deepening, small puffs of air tickling the back of your neck, your brain wouldn't shut up about the bloody thing.

you turned it over and over in your mind. what is so earth-shattering, heart-melting, nerve-fraying about a damn apron? why is it affecting you so intensely? why do you feel yourself falling off the precipice of a cliff you hadn't even known was there every time you see nanami in it? it's a miracle that he didn't wake up from the sound of the gears turning in your head, a real testament to how tired he was. you suppose you should feel a little bad about rousing him at this ungodly hour, but you know you need the cloak of the darkness and the comfort of blankets to verbalise what you've hit upon.

you shuffle away from him a few inches to see his face clearly. his hand tightens in reflex, large palm setting warm on the curve of your hip and unwilling to let you move back any further. it'll have to do.

"yes, i hate your apron, but that's not important."

you can make out a single raised eyebrow as his vision slowly adjusts to the darkness and he focusses on your face with a well-deserved skepticism. "it isn't?"

impatiently you wave his question away. you'll lose your nerve if you don't get this out quickly, and nanami is a determined man. he won't let it go. "it looks absolutely awful, but that's not why i hate it."

if possible, nanami looks even more confused. he slowly says, "okay. why do you hate it, then? and also, why are you telling me now?" his voice is still low and scratchy from sleep, and it makes yours sound too-loud. but then again, you might as well be yelling for what you're about to say.

you take a deep breath. focus firmly on a point somewhere on his stupid, handsome forehead under his stupid, handsome bedhead. "i hate your apron because it's so you."

"oh."

a pregnant pause.

"are you saying you hate me?"

exasperated at your apparent inability to coherently express what you've just taken hours to hit upon, you let it all out in a mad rush, words nearly tripping over themselves in a haphazard effort to make sense.

"that's not what i'm saying! ugh, no, it's just–you're so practical. it's so you to buy the last and ugliest apron in stock to keep your clothes clean while cooking, and the implications of it, of how you come back after a long day and still do the dishes and you wake up early on sunday mornings and make breakfast, and you're so bloody committed to these things without even realising it and it makes me absolutely sick."

as you ramble, nanami's expression moves from confusion to concern to a gentle understanding that makes you want to throw up, and you're falling falling falling off that precipice you were unaware of again. you want to hide under your pillow, but you've got one more thing to say.

he opens his mouth, and probably firmer than really necessary, you place an index finger over his lips in a bid to stop him from responding before you get this out. obediently, he's silent, only gently nodding at you to continue.

you sigh. "i hate that apron so much, because it reminds me of all the things i love about you. and there are too many things for me to know what to do with them."

the relief at getting the words out is enormous. weirdly, you don't feel like hiding anymore, and you quietly watch as nanami formulates his response.

you don't even realise your finger is still over his lips until he mumbles, faint chap rubbing at your fingertip, "may i say something now?"

startled, you remove your hand and tuck it against your chest, where the other has been safely ensconced so far.

"would you like me to stop using the apron?"

"no! no, that's not why i told you this. actually, maybe get a nicer-looking one? but no, don't stop wearing the apron."

completely disregarding your attempts to keep space in between your bodies, nanami tugs at you until you're nearly nose-to-nose, just a few centimetres shy of going cross-eyed to look at each other. you imagine you look a bit like a trapped deer.

he's gentle as ever, palm solid against your back, all sleepiness replaced by his sheer concrete reliability as he replies, "alright."

you wait for him to finish. and then you wait some more. when it doesn't seem like any more is forthcoming, your eyebrows scrunch together. "that's it? alright? you're not concerned by this at all?"

you feel rather than see him shrug. "i appreciate you telling me. i was a little confused about how weird you had been acting, so it's nice to have that cleared up. but i wouldn't say i'm concerned, no."

"oh. okay, then."

"okay."

"so do we just...do we just go to sleep now?"

again, an eyebrow is raised. "would you like to do something else?"

you huff, not discounting the prospect entirely but recognising that you're both too tired for anything else. "no. i just thought this would be a bigger deal, is all." now that the crux of the thing is done, you shift so you can burrow your head into the crook of his neck as he tightens his thick arms around your frame.

"oh, it's a big deal. but i think it's one of those big deals that you don't really do anything about, you know?"

you do know, and you feel a weight lift at his sentence. you don't have to do anything with all the feelings that come rushing at you when you see him wearing that stupid thing. you just have to feel them. which is another battle for another day, but for now, you're content at where you've weirdly ended up.

nanami continues, even as a hint of drowsiness begins to enter his voice, "i'd be concerned if i didn't feel the same way, i suppose. but you'll be seeing me in that ugly apron for a long, long time, so i think we're good."

you drift off to sleep like that, something shifting inside you at his words, fundamentally and irrevocably.

"what's this?"

"new apron. please throw that monstrosity away, this one is much less bright."

[ranticore]

Helloo I have questions for you re: the author ask you reblogged recently!! If you'd like for Félix and Islin: 2, 3, 4, 12, 14, 19 (and 20 if you'd like!)

let's fucking GOOOOOOO!!!

2: How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

F: day fucking one babey i knew his entire life story from the first second i drew him. the only things that changed are some minor appearance details. the FINAL final version has not arrived yet because i haven't finished writing the third book ;)

I: sure he looked different but in terms of personality and behaviour, the early him was very similar to what ended up in the books. what has changed is my understanding of him (<- that is to say, he always behaved the same, but i had to keep teasing out WHY he did that to reach what felt like a 'true' conclusion)

3: What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

F: "oh I have to make a guy to be Jean's Twin Brother" so role in the story I guess

I: Absolutely the religiosity, there had to be a tension between his morals and what he did for a living (among the magpies). Personality I guess

4: And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

F: Name. I am TERRIBLE at naming

I: .... Name

12: Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Both of them had separate playlists, but I hated how it crowded my spotify playlist window thingy to have so many, and there was a lot of overlap, so I consolidated their playlists into 1 big MVF draft one playlist with no rhyme or reason and no consistent anything

For songs, I can pick some random ones now just by hitting shuffle. It's a playlist I actually don't listen to much anymore (I made a new one for the rewrite) so this is a fun time capsule

Ok first Islin one i got was Devil Devil by MILCK, Point of Creation by Markéta Irglová, Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys OF COURSE, Judas by Lady Gaga... of course..., Los Ageless by St. Vincent, No Light No Light by Florence + The Machine, Without a Map by Markéta Irglová, and Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + The Machine naturally

for Félix i got Heat Waves by Glass Animals, What's a Devil to Do by Harley Poe, A Mask of My Own Face by Lemon Demon hehe, Like a Prayer by Madonna, The Stolen Child - 2006 Remaster by the Waterboys (this is just. The Poem. yknow the one), Stalker's Tango by Autoheart, and finally Bad Believer by St. Vincent

14: Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Oh hmmm I don't think so? It would be hard to pick one line out of thousands except who am I kidding it's this line from the first draft of the book i'm writing right now

it's so dumb

19: What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

F: who's to say

I: i like how mean-spirited he can be at times despite all illusions to the contrary. huge fan personally

20: Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

i got nothing lol i tried going to random spots in the document but i'm not feeling any excerpts rn

[skylarsblue]

»zenless zone zero«

Details of Belle's room, because I like her a lot and she deserves more attention.

[Desc: Belle's wooden desk. Featuring an industrial style lamp, a metal lock box under a standard black file box. There's a pair of white headphones with green detailing, and a clear plus(+) and minus(-) symbol for volume. A pencil holder that looks a bit like film, though it has numbers & letters. It holds a pair of scissors, a graphite pencil, an exacto blade/box cutter, a marker, and a mechanical pencils/pen. There's a scrap/sketch book in the center, brown and seemingly leather. There's a latch and band to keep it closed and it's covered in stamps, most notably one with a four leaf clover. On the wall are two post it notes, both with little doodles. This hints that she's creative. Either collecting stamps and stickers, which would align with the stickers all over her room and her pension for memory keeping (see the memory board the player can edit), and that she at least does small doodles, if not draw as a hobby.]

[Desc: Beside her orange box tv; which is inspired by vintage 70s/80s tube televisions with knobs/dials; is a game console on top of a VHS player. It's seemingly inspired by the Super Nintendo Entertainment System, based on it's shape. There are three game cartridges, one in the machine. The one in the console is half visible, but what we can see has a blue smiley face. The second cartridge with a visible sticker seems to be either a horror or "biohazard" type shooter game. Though that's my interpretation.]

[Desc: Beside her desk is a wall with pipes. On the lower pipe there are more post it notes with more small doodles, stuck to the pipe with small magnets. One features a small yellow star and three big question marks. Two features a figure running with their hands over their head, carrying a heart. Three has some illegible writing and an emoticon face. On the pipe above this one are VHS tape boxes. Most are in kanji I cannot read, but the ones I can are- (1) The Silence of the Butterflies (2) I'M NOT A BANGBOO (3) The Sixteenth Split. I like to imagine the first movie is maybe a reference to Silence of the Lambs, based on the title alone. Which, if it is, might mean Belle likes horror/psychological horror movies.]

[Desc: On the table beside her mini fridge is a hybrid music player. It plays records via a slit in the front, almost like a CD player. And there's a space for walkman tapes above that. The volume knob is notably loud, there are tiny numbers and Belle's set it to the second-to-last setting. There's a box of records beside it with two semi visible packages. The first one is in kanji I, again, cannot read. But my guess, based on the art, is some kind of alt style music. The one behind it has a barely visible animal mascot with vibrant blues & greens, and the sharp art style makes me think of electric rock or pop. Behind this is her night stand. On the nightstand is a blue "GameBoy" and a yellow mug that says 'LENMAN', which is also seen on a soda can in her room. Lemon soda, I would guess.]

[Desc: The wall beside Belle's (unmade) bed. There are five posters. One features art of a woman's face above the movie title; 'REVERSAL'. There is some silhouette art that vaguely looks like some ethereal monsters, followed by the movie tag line underneathe - "Night of the Ethereal Reversal". Might be a Night of the Living Dead reference. Which further makes me believe Belle likes horror movies. The second poster is covered by One & Three, which makes it pretty hard to know what it shows. What I can see is an unfinished title - "---- Slayer". There's eyes on some of the visible artwork and it looks vaguely like a record with scenes on it. The third poster features various Bangboos climbing away from a large, glowing, orange, Bangboo that seems to be "exploding" with energy, exposing its skeleton & heart. There's kanji I can't read, but under the kanji title is the word "THUNDER". And the words "BANGBOO POWER" are behind the artwork at the top. The fourth poster is one also seen downstairs in the Random Play store. The title is 'Coffee Mate'. Based on the style & energy of the artwork, my personal guess is that it's a romantic, slow paced anime film. The fifth & last poster is titles Ports Peak. The art is blue with a red chainsaw blade shape cutting through the middle, in the blade shape is the vague image of a man's side profile. Based on the blood splatter pattern & the chainsaw, this is likely a horror movie. The art makes me think of Evil Dead & Texas Chainsaw Massacre, personally.]

{Desc: Beside Belle's leather couch is a red electric guitar & an orange amp. On the couch is also one of her console controllers...which has no joy sticks, only a d pad, buttons, and bumpers. Also, she has stickers on her leather couch, clearly showing she gives no fucks.]

[Desc: On the floor, in a divot in the wall beside the small stairs that go up to her bed's raised platform is a skateboard & a framed poster. The skateboard features a green dinosaur/monster with it's mouth open. The bottom says FATE, likely the brand. The framed poster features two smiling tigers on the top & bottom of a logo, on a red & black striped background. Since she also has snowboard goggles in her room, I'm guessing she uses the skateboard when the weather is too warm for snow.]

[Desc: Next to Eous's charging station is a yellow dresser. On top of it is a boombox radio that has two mixtape spots. There's a small display with random colors that currently displays a pause symbol. It also has an antenna, which means it could be used as a standard FM/AM radio. Beside the boombox is a rabbit statue that Belle is using to hold a pair of black, green & blue snowboarding goggles. Small note, on Eous' coat is the words "Random Play - Staff", and his scarf has their name in small text.]

[Desc: At the end of Belle's bed is a pair of red shelves, and a pair of industrial metal & wood shelves. On the red shelves are three record sleeves. The small text on the albums is gibberish, but they're all made by 5AM Studios. The first and top one is black with white graffiti-bubble letters that say "3Z". R'n'B maybe? I've seen art like this for some R'N'B albums. Below it, the second album features some art of a Bangboo riding a cat through a ring of fire. Above the art is the word ZENLESS. The font & style give me, personally, some rock vibes. What subgenre of rock, I'm not sure. The last album is a art of a spider on a black & red ombre background, contrasting the spider, which features the same gradient in the opposite direction. The spider seems to feature the name of the band or album, but I can't tell what it says. I do know that this shit has to be a metal album. I'm like, 90% sure. On the industrial style shelves are some VHS tapes & a box. These tapes look like the type you buy for your own recordings, rather than ones with movies. Underneath that level is a technicolor piece of artwork in a frame. There's an illegible signature in the right bottom corner, meaning it's an autograph.]

[lemonmoxy]

Ok, I know I'm a year late but MY BOY. They murdered my boy! Poirot is my favorite gay uncle, he is NOT my straight sad uncle.

So, I watched A Haunting in Venice which is an adaptation of Agatha Christie's Halloween Party by Kenneth Branagh, and I did not care for it. I did not care for it a lot. And that is why I have held you hostage here.

So disclaimer: I do not care about adaptational changes. I have the books. I have the David Scuhet's movies. Kenneth can make changes. Halloween Party is even a fine Christie story to change. It's fine but its not a masterpiece. It's just, if you're going to change things they should be lateral changes or better changes, not worse changes.

Now, for disclosure of bias. I have not liked any of these. I've found them all overwrought wastes of my time. But my partner loves Poirot, me, and doesn't mind wasting both of our times. And when he offers me fancy cheeses and movies, I say yes.

This movie was an absolute waste of my time. I did not like it. I got nothing of value out of it. It wasn't even bad coz that would have been interesting.

I do not like this Sherlock- I mean Poirot. They made him straight, they took away his OCD. They took away his heart of gold. He's just a sad mean old man, and he's not fun to watch. What does Kenneth think he's here to do? And its not just Poirot its the whole world. There's no sense of fun in these movies. In Orient Express it makes sense (although it made no sense to adapt that one first Kenneth). But Halloween Party? Guys live a fucking little.

Someone needs to explain to male directors that just because they're telling a story of cultural importance, doesn't make it epic. Agatha Christie's stories are fantastic! They're major cultural pieces of art. They are not epic though. They are fun mysteries. Kenneth, buddy, do you know what fun is? Because your movies haven't captured an iota of it.

That's maybe a slight exaggeration. There was one moment that made me smile. When Poirot said he would kill himself if the police solved the mystery before him, that was a real moment.

Poirot doesn't need war trauma guys. I don't even know how to tell you this. I fucking blame all the Sherlock adaptations for this. The detective shouldn't have that much going on, because we're here for the mystery not Poirot's damage. And if he must have damage it should be from things that we've seen and care about, not like, his dead wife. Or God forbid his dead congregation, looking at you BBC One. come on.

Making the killer the mother who couldn't stand to let her daughter grow up is predictable. It was my partner's first guess and he never gets these things right. I had guessed it was a Romeo and Juliet went wrong, which I think would have been interesting. But no, once again the faults of the child belong at the hands of the mother.

Also the whole time my partner was joking that the movie was going to decide that ghosts were real. And it did (kinda). Bizarre. I mean if you're going to that fucking go all out guys. Show me the dead girl waving to the survivors through the window. Have any fun with the idea. Please

Why was the parrot there? What was the point of it? Why is this child acting like the most world weary 11 year old? Has Kenneth met a child? Normally I'd be like "oh Lemon, it's just for fun" but Kenneth is determined we not have any, so what the hell?

Ah yes, let's put the man in the sound proof room and give the key very pointedly to one person. My partner and I were like "well whatever he knows is going to his grave" and yeah dead next scene coz duh. It was all very... I mean I know it's rude to compare a writer to Agatha Christie, but they're the ones who decided to square up. Every important clue dialogue is so obvious. Every death flag. They might as well do a pop-up on the screen. I've played Nancy Drew video games with more subtly.

They assassinated Ariadne, Christie's stand in for herself. And I feel very very negatively about this. Ah yes, kill her movies with shitty adaptations and then do a character assassination of her self insert. I mean, you can't say they're half-assing this. Tina Fey was actually good, it's not her fault almost all her lines were terribly written.

You can get the Dutch angle privilege back when you show me know how to use it properly Kenneth. Until then it's on the shelf.

If you wanted to do a horror movie hiding in a mystery story or a mystery story hiding in a horror movie, you need to commit to either idea Kenneth. Do something.

I am so so so tired of directors who keep acting like they have something important to say when they have nothing and refuse to have fun with the things that they do have.

They cannot keep getting away with this, guys. It's imperative we do something about this. Don't go see Nolan's Odyssey, I'm begging you. I'll never escape any other way.

[absurdly-overpowered-astronaut]

I named some characters for each question but you can do any character or as many as you want I don't mind ^_^

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who? - I'm curious if any of them do..

3) What song describes your OC? - tory and anyone else you choose!

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day? - tolver and morgannn pretty pleaseee (or anyone else you want)

11) What was your inspiration for your OC? - another blanket one, any crows character is good

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive? - Tolver aaand joycie

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire? - Alex and Kat

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!) - uhmm grey moodboard grey moodboard!!!

Aaand extra bonus question, which one would get along really well with akitsu (if any) and which one would absolutely not (if any)

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I had lots of fun with this sorry it took so long though ^_^;

I tried to do it for all the main characters / characters with POVs but thats alot of people so not everyone is included for every question…

But thank you again for asking so many questions. You asked lots of the ones I really wanted to answer so thats exciting!

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

Its not something I really think about or consider often when I make characters so none of them have “official” for lack of a better word voice claims but I do remember thinking that Juliet probably sounded something like Jenny from deadboy detectives so Briana Cuoco is the closest I have to a voice claim for her.

(I don’t have any full art of her yet ahhh please accept my messy concept sketches ,^_^,)

I also remember wondering while watching the Witch From Mercury dub if Suletta was what Kat would sound like.

On the one hand Kat isn’t on T so it would make sense for his voice to be more fem but at the same time canonically he passes so then would it not make sense for his voice to be more fem because then he wouldn’t pass??? I don’t know but It has the perfect vibe though!

On the topic of The witch from mercury maybe Number 4/5/Elan = Tory/Cory?

I’d need to listen to his voice a few more times to be sure but thats the closest match I can think of to how Cory sounds in my head of the top of my head.

3) What song describes your OC?

Tory 110% ghosting by mother mother and Comfort zone by Ferry

I also associate him with

- Theory of I by Tart

-Homunculus by Trickle

-John my Beloved by Sufjan Stevens

-Shama by Nilfruits

-Cutlery by uki3

-like a dog by ferry

And Melty Land nightmare by Harumakigohan

Tory is a little hard because most Tory songs are also Cory songs so I tried to stick to the songs that only/mostly apply to Tory

Doing ever other POVs for funsies

Kat

- Say it/the moon will sing/predator by the crane wives

-easy by waveform*

-transient by the blank minds

-will anybody ever love me? By Sufjan stevens

-aishite! Aishite! Ashite!

I can’t become a floret/The third heart/Mikage’s Diary by Harumakigohan

-youyaku kimi ga shindanda

-I could’ve sworn you where dead by dandelion hands

-cutlery/quiet room uki3

-fool/lemon boy/snail cave town

-cosmic rendezvous by deco*27

Kat post story + a couple years of therapy

- tho I’m a tortoise

Cory

-Mama told me by mother mother

-soft and tame by the ophelias

-on the run by glass animals

-I of the storm/organs by of monsters and men

-your biggest fan by voxtrot

-javelin (to have to hold) by sufjan stevens

-take you to an alien by iyowa

-mud by Ferry

-the third heart/aster harumakigohan

-merry Christmas please don’t call by the bleachers

-Quite room by uki3

-sunao janakute gomennasai by aoya

Morgan

-Know how/keep you safe by the crane wives

-arms unfolding by dodie

-lost in the ocean by glass animals

-Zero talking by harumakigohan

-poison by cave town

-these days/upper hand/black ribbon by the Ophelias

-in the black by august greenwood

Grey

-here I am / canary in a coal mine by the crane wives

-neither here nor there eleisha eagle

-HIDE/SEEK by tart and monochromenace

-never the muse by madilyn mei

-mothers ,sisters , daughters and wives voxtrot

-monitoring by deco*27

-The kaleidoscope by monochromenace

-the faulty feline philosophy by ferry

-additional memory by jin

-living millenuim by iyowa

-leave you on the back of earth by Iyowa

Tolver

-Mad dog by the crane wives

-unfriendly hater by meddmia

- dinner bell by harumakigohan

-The Purge March/Deep cover/Harrow/bring it on! - deco*27

-red hour by tart

-scapeg♾️goat/pathological facade by ghost and pals

-ten feet tall by cave town

-who said anything about falling in love by the hoosiers

-like a dog by ferry

Alex

Seven by sleeping at last

Joycie

-I love you/this is how to be in love with you/parasite by deco*27

-idea of her /I’ll make cereal by cave town

-how I learned to love a bomb by glass animals

Goldenray/reunion/the secret/the promise by harumaki gohan

Hanahaki syndrome by shiki miyoshino

Ikanaide by sohta

Two by sleeping at last

Always forever by cults

Looking out for you by joy again

James

My angel by adrianne lenker

potpourri-san by iyowa

Mars by sleeping at last

Jaime

-the otherside of paradise by glass animals

Julie

Occam’s razor/message lost/false disposition by Ferry

Mars by sleeping atlast

Madeleine

Half return by Adrianne lenker

All is well (good bye good bye) by radical face

Heat abnormal by iyowa

Ithas

I ate my twin in the womb

Ikanaide

sorry the song section was sooo long ^-^;

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

Um idk how to approach this? ^^; the world of crows is pretty much just the real one but with ghosts and even if the supernatural elements didn’t exist the main characters wouldn’t have jobs because they are in high school…so I’m going to answer this question for the adult characters because if the super natural elements didn’t exist they would have different jobs then in the crows one.

Juliet - teacher aid. Is a little disillusioned but enjoys working with most kids and teachers.

james - worked at the old museum in town before it got shut down and begrudgingly moved to working at the one in the city. He loves it but hates that he does and he feels like it’s a betrayal of the town he loves and didn’t want to leave so he can never quite be fully happy in his new position. Feeling like he abandoned the town community for his own success/sake.

Jaime - youth councillor/helps run the town youth centre.

Madeline (not an adult but would have become one if not for super natural elements) - aquarium guide. I think she would love guiding people around aquariums and talking about all the creatures.

I also think she bugged james into coming with her to the city aquarium once and then she fell in love with the atmosphere and all the cool creatures and now with his city job they take turns driving each to work/bond over having similar jobs.

in this hypothetical she won’t have the same feelings about her life being worthless and her only existing to do one job so she’d let herself get a job she loves and set up a stable life.

Probably decorates her lanyard with cute sea creature stickers.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

Kat and Cory

Okay so this is a little complicated but essentially both started out as expys. Cory was a Lelouch expy and Kat was a suzaku expy. They don’t really resemble Lelouch and Suzaku very much anymore Cory being dramatic and liking chess and Kat’s feelings of needing to atone are pretty much the only things that survived. So after I made the Suzaku and Lelouch expys I wanted a world to put them in and I was writing this story at the time so I put them in there.

They ended up becoming their own characters at this phase but they aren’t quite Kat and Cory yet so I’ll call these guys proto cory and proto kat for simplicity.

In this world there was like two planes a real world and like a p5 esc metaverse. You could access the other world viva a website and one of the big twists was the characters thought they where getting transferred from the real world to the other one but really they got a cloned version of themselves made in the other world and then the the memories of both versions where synced up so the other world version had all the real world versions memories and vice versa because the real world version was always just sitting at a computer when the other one was awake there wasn’t any simultaneous memory conflict.

Proto kat was one of the users of this web site so he had a version of himself in both the other and real world but one day his real world self died which the other world one remembered but wasn’t effected by so he saw it as him having a second chance at life.

Proto Cory starts using the website sometime after this finds the other world version of his friend and flips out. He is terrified that his memories of him and his friend will be retroactively ruined and he dosen’t really see the other world version as his friend just a guy with the same face so he tries to kill him :) Proto kat tries to just avoid proto cory at first but eventually tries to kill proto Cory too because in his mind thats the only way he will be able to live and he knows if he kills off other world proto cory real cory won’t die so its totally fineeeeee

This story didn’t end up panning out. Even though I liked the main cast and these two and another character the rest just wasn’t making me excited anymore so I moved to another story that lasted like 3 weeks at most? I’m only bringing up this incarnation of the characters because this is where kat gets alot of his personality traits and some building blocks for other characters start showing up.

After this incarnation of the characters is scrapped I go back to the multiple bodies/identity shenanigans stuff from the second iteration and come up with the idea for Crows premise and Kat and Cory evolved from there to fit the new premise and ideas I wanted to explore.

I was either watching dead boy detectives for the first time or it was when the show got cancelled because I was thinking about it alot so I was getting really excited about supernatural stories. thats how crows went from magical girl sci-fi to sci-fi to super natural/low fantasy.

Tory doesn’t pull from any past iteration because he was specifically created for Crows and every aspect of his character is based on the lore/themes which is spoilers so I won’t go to much into it _^_

Morgan is based on my fear that I’ll start living out of fear of dying and not because I want to be alive. I thought hmm what would be an interesting theme to explore in a story about death and ghosts? Oh a character who is so afraid of death they forget to live so I drew from those two ideas for her character.

She also borrows a couple personality traits and concepts from characters from the aforementioned scrapped stories

Grey was made by reversing Morgan’s philosophy. she’s someone who wants to live so bad they forget to fear death.

Also steals from older characters

Tolver is based on a crane wives song because their new album beyond beyond beyond had just come out and I was really excited. I based him off of mad dog

also stealing from myself once again

Alex

alex actually used to be the protagonist of crows

it started as kat before kat fully became current kat

then alex

then back to kat again

I knew I wanted ghosts to be weakened by having photo’s taken of them so Alex was created to be the character who takes the photos. thats why I considered making her the protagonist but it didn’t feel right and once I decided to work of those two ideas her other traits just kinda evolved from their or came out of necessity. Tolver doesn’t have a foil? Alex can be Tolvers foil! I need a character to make the audience question what they’ve been told about ghosts? Alex! Ect ect

I was very into puzzle boxes at the time so I gave her that as hobby to because I thought a wooden puzzle box would be an interesting prop to interact with ghosts with.

she was also just ment to be abit of variety. everyone else’s problems are very steeped in the super natural so she was also ment to be a character who had problems you couldn’t punch , kick or talk your way out of like everyone elses.

Joycie

Joycie came from me thinking about Morgan. I was trying to figure out what would case Morgan to be hyper aware of her mortality and resistant to relationships so I created Joycie to be the character that kinda caused those issues and from there I realised that if that character found out about ghost hunting it would put morgan in a really difficult position and difficult positions are fun! So I added her to the main cast to force her and Morgan to interact and grow.

also self theft

James , Juliet and Jaime

sorry I don’t have better art of them :’)

I knew that there was going to be atleast two rival ghost hunting originations so I needed two characters to lead said organisations and I wanted them to have some kind of past relationship so thats how Juliet and james get invented. I thought it would be interesting if there was also a third person caught up in everything so jaime was created shortly after to be the third party caught between who had to choice between their two friends and those two friend’s conflicting philosophies and alot of their traits evolved to build up to that climax. I made them some who is conflict avoidant and a mediator someone who will often try to compromise and struggles with picking sides so it hurts all the more when they have to make the ultimate choice to go with one or the other.

and then I got attached to all three so they became important <3

Madeleine

The plot needed someone to give something to someone at some point in the past and that point in the past happened to line up with some really interesting lore stuff pertaining to the creation of ghosts and ghost hunting originations so they became more of a character because I wanted them to interact with the plot and they became the fourth person in the quartet.

character’s relationships with their parents?

Already answered here

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire? - Alex and Kat

Alex is Pretty reliable. They are a good problem solver and can work out lots of things intuitively without needing to be taught or told but their pool of skills is pretty small so though I have no doubt they’d be game if you called them at two in morning to help change a tire and they could probably do it after some trial and error they also probably don’t know how to do most things. 7/10

Kat is incompetent but would show up anyway because ✨people pleaser tendencies✨ he probably won’t help and the problem would get worse but he’s good at coming up with plans and organising things so he can be some help. If he messes up in most cases he will retract into himself and insist it’s better if he doesn’t do anything because it will just make it worse. 6/10

Cory knows a lot of life stuff like how to change a tyre and fix a sink ect so he’d probably be pretty reliable and will to help at any hour 10/10

Tory has the same level of skill and knowledge as cory + supernatural powers so you’d think he’d bee extra reliable? No! He has crippling self worth issues which prevent him from helping with anything unless its necessary! So he can only be relied on in a life or death situation 1/10

Morgan has very few life skills and won’t engage in most activities due to paranoia so very unreliable but your more likely to get her to help you then tory so 2/10

Grey will not engage unless it interests her or she deems it important but is pretty helpful other wise and her range of things she finds interesting is quite wide so 5/10

Tolver is very unlikely to actually help you because he thinks people should solve all their problems on their own and if you can’t skill issue!!! Thankfully he is a massive hypocrite and will make exceptions easily 3/10

Joycie

Thinks she knows much more then she dose so will offer to help but is more likely to over assume her skill level and mess up terribly then to actually know what she is doing 4/10

Jaime

Wide range of skills and is used to dealing with demands at unreasonable hours very high tolerance 8/10

James

Knows stuff but is likely to turn on you if you criticise him and leave. Has a “Well then you do it if your so smart” attitude and though he will turn up to help you at unreasonable hours he will be very sleepy increasing the probability he will snap at you. 2/10

Juliet

Won’t respond even if its a reasonable request at a reasonable hour 1/10

Madeleine

Dead 0/10

Ithas 10/10 for spoiler reasons

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

Aaand extra bonus question, which one would get along really well with akitsu (if any) and which one would absolutely not (if any)

Kat - kinda similar characters. Both happiness pumps who think they need to suffer/deprive themselves of things / to have “actual problems” to be valued and who think their friends suffer more then they do and put said friends on a pedestal because of it. Thinks they can fix their friends akitsu by being the therapist friend and kat by being the strong friend.

that is to say I think they’d definitely get along but also that I think they’d reinforce alot of each-others worst attributes but they’d be silly while doing it so its alright.

Tory - Tory is sad , pathetic , tragic and probably a very easy person for akitsu to victimise and get along with. He doesn’t have emotional stability and social knowledge but I do(not) so I can help him!

Tory is very hesitant in all of his relationships so I can she him being pleasant and them getting along on surface level but not really becoming good friends.

Cory - conversely Akitsu would be very easy for Cory to victimise and as such I think he’d want to be friends with her and help her because he see’s her as having suffered and needing help and being overwhelmed and emotionally manipulated but idk how Akitsu would respond to being seen as the victim who needs saving so idk if they’d get along.

Grey - Grey thinks that hiding/faking your feelings/trying to get others to feel a certain way because thats what you want is kinda distasteful so I don’t think she’d actually like Akitsu all the much.

Morgan - Morgan doesn’t really get along with anyone and I think she’d fine Akitsu off putting just because she’s a new person.

Tolver - terrible. Mister therapy is a myth metal health is an excuse no one’s problems are all that bad they just want attention probably thinks akitsu is wrong and pathetic and terrible and I feel like akitsu might find him overly cruel and submissive of others. She wants to be therapist friend and Tolver doesn’t believe in therapy. This can only end “well”

Alex - I think they’d get on to a reasonable degree. Alex is pretty out going and conversational so they’d atleast talk to eachother. Akitsu maybe see’s abit of Mikage in her for spoiler reasons but otherwise Alex gets along with most people and I don’t see why Akitsu would be an acceptation

Joycie - Joycie would 100% sympathise with Akitsu! She’d think Akitsu’s murder wasn’t akitsu’s fault and that she’s a good person who just wanted people to be happy and to be a good thing…granted Joycie thinks anyone who isn’t her or like a serial killer is a good person though. She’d probably project herself onto Akitsu pretty heavily.

quick doodle of Akitsu if she was in the Crows world.

[mysteriawrites]

Hello ,can I request a TWST matchup please !? And thank you .

**Appearance:**

I'm a 5'5" Arab girl (165cm) (she/her, straight )who wears a hijab. I am a brunette with big, light brown eyes and red-framed glasses. People often say I have a soothing aura when they look into my eyes. My face is round with a kind of heart shape with big cheeks, a small nose, and cute defined lips. I'm pale cause I mostly stay at home and avoid getting a tan. I have a lot of beauty marks on my face . I have eyebags, which might be due to anemia, and I always look tired unless i use blush ,tho i dislike the texture of makeup on my skin (but i do care about my skin by applying skincare ,but i dont do it very often 😅)people say I am cute and pretty but it's hard for me to believe them (insecurities and self doub go brr...)

**Hobbies:**

drawing, (sketches mostly) ,I plan to learn colour theory to start painting. I adore all forms of art, paintings , music , sculptures..ect (I love everything that is beautiful ,plus everything is beautiful in its own way).I enjoy reading. Although it's been a while since I found a book that peeked my interest ,I mostly read fanfics recently . Video games hold a special place in my heart, I LOVE the different art styles and plots in each game. I like anime, but I've been too busy lately to watch. I have some sewing skills, mostly for patching things up, but I want to sew clothes and learn crochet in the future. Crafting is another hobby I enjoy, I am good with my hands. I love learning new stuff. biology ,psychology, and physics r my fav subjects(i like learning about anatomy whether it's animal's or human's +plants in the medical field +my fav scientist is Nicolas Tesla). I speak 3 languages: Arabic (native), French, and English. I plan to learn Spanish, Italian, or German next, depending on my mood. I'm a quick learner and adapt easily to different situations(that's something I admire and take pride in) While I can cook simple dishes like pasta and eggs, I'm not skilled at cooking savory foods.but in baking ,if you give me a recipe, i will make the most delicious desserts you've ever tasted(but quiet ironically i hate cooking ,i only do it if i am forced to), lemon tart is my fav due to my sweet tooth.

I forgot to mention my love for horror movies and games(they dont even scare me . Even though I am a good swimmer, I have thalassophobia (ironic), but i do like me some facts about marine biology, with jellyfishes, anglerfishes, and Caribbean reef octopuses being my favorites.

**Personality:**

My personality is quite flexible and depends on both the people I'm with and my mood. When I'm outside , I tend to feel anxious, although I do my best not to show it. I come across as calm, chill, and reserved, often giving off a "don't approach me" vibe, but I'm friendly and won't reject anyone who wants to chat, although I dislike small talk and feel a bit uneasy around boys. I've had trust issues due to past betrayals, so I'm cautious with my relationships now (whether it is friends or family ,no lover tho ,don't get me wrong i can be quiet the romantic but the only man that I would probably get attached to would be fictional for sure lol)

With my close friends, I'm more open, bright, and cheerful. I talk a lot about my interests, sharing random facts (they call me a nerd). I'm caring and sweet toward my friends, and my love languages include gift-giving, physical touch, and acts of service. I give them presents and hugs, always respecting their boundaries.

I would describe myself as creative, passionate, and smart, with a hint of perfectionism. I admit I am lazy and unmotivated more often than i like (i can't help it). I am an INTP-T, Enneagram 5w4, and a Libra. I'm also an older sister.

I am a burnt-out gifted kid , but I try to be the best version of myself whether academically ,mentally or physically(i admit i do feel down thinking that i am never gonna make it ,but i always try to push these thoughts aside but most of the time they get the best of me sadly).I often feel I'll never be good enough for my mother (she has high standards for me that I can never seem to meet). I was bullied cause of my looks and weight, which made me depressed and anorexic for a year. Thankfully, I've changed a lot over time, tho it affected me making me antisocial, having trust issues and insecurities. I like energy drinks. My music taste varies from pop, alt/indie, classical( my fav pieces are moonlight sonata 3rd movement, danse macabre , in the hall of the mountain king and la campanella ) ,jazz, to rock/metal, with a particular love for rock & roll. Comfortable baggy clothes are my go-to(makes me feel good in my own skin) , and I can be quite sarcastic with a sharp tongue at times. Once I get comfortable with someone, you'll find I'm pretty blunt and honest .I am polite and respectful .I can also be stubborn and a pessimist if I am not in a good mood . I like cats, and I am afraid of dogs and horses and can't stand people who underestimate me .I have inferiority AND superiority complex (but mostly inferiority)

Hello hello thank you for the request (first hijabi request I’ve gotten which makes me happy cause i wear hijab too ❤️) sorry this took 80 years my life is on fire.

Anyway without further ado DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

VIL SCHOENHEIT!!!

You and Vil are surprisingly similar which makes it easier for you two to click than with most other people. You both try your absolute hardest to be the best people you can be and see the beauty in the world around you although while he tries to bring out the beauty in things you see beauty in the way they already were.

You and Vil met during alchemy class after you dropped into Twisted Wonderland. At first Vil was his usual perfectionist self: ordering you around and being controlling about how to do your project, but once you showed him your alchemic proficiency he was genuinely impressed.

Ever since then not only did you capture his respect, but also his intrigue. Despite being as busy as he is, when he had the time he would try to learn more about who you were by either word of mouth or asking your friends (Rook offered to “observe you” but Vil voted against it for it is rude and creepy).

One day while he was on a run he saw you under a tree practicing your sewing. He decided this was a good opportunity to strike up a conversation with you given he knew a thing or two about clothes.

He walked over and gave you some advice about your stitching. Sadly it came off a lot more condescending then he would like and it rubbed you the wrong way which lead you to giving him the cold shoulder but tried to politely dismiss yourself.

You know those guys that are more intrigued by those who aren’t interested in them? Yeah that’s Vil even if he’ll never admit it. The more you ignore or avoid him the more he wants to make amends and try to impress you.

Until one day where you’re in a particularly bad mood you have an outburst about how him not giving you space makes you uncomfortable due to old wounds and ask what his deal was.

This made him realize his behavior towards you was unfair and disrespectful. He didn’t take your feelings or comfort into account at all. He is as ashamed with himself.

He stood before you and gave a genuine and sincere apology before walking away.

You don’t know how or why, but his apology moved you. He’s not like other guys you’ve met before. You could tell that he felt genuine remorse and met every word of what he said

A week later you two run into each other again and make awkward small talk. You can tell that he still feels bad about what he did, so you propose that you guys start over as true friends.

And he agrees.

After that you slowly but surely grow closer and closer. Bonding over shared passions and views, before long Vil is falling in love with you. You’re not his first crush, but you’re the first one he truly feels love and affection for. Not just a relationship for the press or screens.

And so he asks you out like a classic fairytale prince for a fancy private dinner. And although you accept you let him know that he doesn’t need to do something so extravagant, that you would be happy no matter what. That takes him by surprise, but it’s not an unwelcome one.

You and Vil are like an old married couple once you finally get together.

Always bantering about how you both need to take better care of yourselves. It’s wholesome and funny at the same time.

Because he can’t always spend a lot of time with you, his love language is gift giving and acts of service. What better way to spend his money than on you. He gets you things he sees you eyeing in the store or on your wishlist or things that make your day a bit easier.

Since he’s not the best at showing it he wants to make sure you know you’re loved even without words.

Your dates usually consist of simple things like cooking at home where you have full privacy.

He is the Queen and you are the King/Queen/Royal at his side.

[star-superadventures-2017]

Gift for: @chipikliiilboy

H.B THE LITTLE GIRL

(He has several names like "Carolina" "Jim" "sunny" "Alex" "Shelly" "Tina" etc. Well, you can name "H.B" whatever you want.)

H.B is a little girl of 4 years old but she looks like she is 6 years old. H.B is not a human, she is a scientific experiment that escaped from the laboratory but was damaged by toxic acids and has her ribs on the outside, meaning she has no organs. H.B is a mini clone Fake Meadow means that these clones that are a scientific experiment are hurt, they have very serious injuries (something like they were a zombie) that's why the Mini clone fake Meadow wear a cape with a hat shaped like animals (something like the "sylvanian families") and each Fake Meadow mini clone has a different smell (It smells super sweet and delicious) H.B It smells like cinnamon honey and sometimes it smells like Strawberry ice cream. H.B, although she is 4 years old, she is very hardworking, she cleans the table for you, she washes the dishes, she cleans the whole house, she washes your clothes, she makes you eat, she cleans the bathroom, she helps take care of the garden, she cleans the floor, she takes good care of the children, she protects the house also the family helps children with disabilities etc.Another thing about her is that she knows how to make toys, tables, chairs and wardrobes, as well as brick houses or wooden cabins. She also knows how to make clay jugs. She knows how to sew and knit. She knows how to make fresh water, for example Jamaica water, lemon or orange lemonade. of tamarind and rice horchata. H.B his personality is very friendly, very happy, calm and very chill. She is very intelligent, she can beat you at everything, she is very good at humiliating and fighting, once she fought with a group of tough thieves and also with two big bad guys. She may be a big-hearted person but don't make her angry because otherwise she is dead. H.B has 2 types of teeth, the first are his normal teeth, his baby teeth, and his second teeth are many sharp fangs, like a saw, they can cut anything. Another thing about it is that it can help you sleep as if it were a plush or a hot water bottle. H.B has powers, for example, he can float in the air, he can change over walls and go through walls, for example, as if he were a ghost (well, he can also become a ghost) he becomes a huge and terrifying beast (his true form is very grotesque). and I'm not going to show it) turn into sea foam turn into a little hare disappear and appear like magic art hypnotize with its small bell (if you shake H.B a lot it will hypnotize you with the ringing of its bell) be very fast at the time to run she can turn into T-Rex if she has a dinosaur cape and if it makes her angry (H.B likes dinosaurs)

Curious facts: She is immune to any poison, so it doesn't hurt her. She speaks 3 languages, Spanish, English and Nahuatl (it's an ancient language from Mexico). Her phrases from H.B are "H.B wants a job" "H.B is always ready" "The heart of H.B is sugar" "H.B will take care of this" "H.B knows where this is going" yes she always says her scientific name but her favorite phrase is always "Chamba" which means work. Even though she is 4 years old, she is very strong. She has fought with many dangerous animals, even bears (well, she also had a bear friend). She had 4 families. The first was a lonely, old carpenter who taught H.B to cut wood, make toys, tables, chairs and wardrobes and lighting matches the second family was from some lynxes, they taught H.B how to hunt animals and defend himself, the third family was from a mother hare who taught him to be fast and hide, the hunters and the fourth His family was peasants from Oaxaca, they taught him to speak, read, write, harvest fruits and vegetables, cook, milk cows, etc. She likes to read books her favorite games are chess, card games, Hopscotch, jumping rope, races and marbles. She likes to read books. She really likes being in the fields in the forests (she can survive in the forest without any problem) in the snow and mountains she smells like cinnamon rolls and strawberries with vanilla and cherries H.B has several names like "Alex" "sunny" " jimmy" "sam" "yuri" but you can give him whatever name you want. The name that makes H.B most nostalgic is "Calandria" because it reminds him of his fourth family. She is harder than a rock if she falls off a skateboard "she is still alive" she was run over by a road "she is still alive" you threw her off a building or tower "she is still alive" you put her in the fire "she is still alive" H.B is a fake Meadow mini clone (they are like little girls but with deep wounds like a zombie that is why they use an animal-shaped cape to cover their wounds) she likes to collect dinosaur bones and shiny stones she has 5 different dinosaur bones and many shiny stones. His voice is very tender, it is between a boy and a girl it has two types of teeth, the first are baby teeth and the second are sharp fangs and if it bites with a good piranha you can use H.B as a saw she has always been looking for a family and a new home but she searches and searches and no one wants her because of her looks.

He really likes listening to "cri cri" songs (I also know that I'm 13 years old but I still really like cri cri songs) but who is cri cri? José Francisco Gabilondo Soler (Orizaba, Veracruz, October 6, 1907-Texcoco, state of Mexico, December 14, 1990), commonly known by his stage name Cri-Cri, el Grillito Cantor, was a Mexican singer-songwriter of children's music, famous for presenting a radio program for many years on the XEW located still on Calle Ayuntamiento in the historic center of Mexico City, focused on children

here is a song that I really like

lyrics in english: Hey cat come here, come kitty to work. I'll give you a hammer if you help me nail. The saw is here, the wood must be cut for a ladder I can climb on. You will see that the ladder to heaven must reach, So above the clouds we will go up to play. Come on, come hammer, come kitten, come saw, But be careful because you can get hurt. Thank you very much 'Micifú' for the help you give, This grows, reaching the blue sky. One by one you will cut, more steps more and more for the ladder that will reach the clouds. Meow! ppfffh ppfffh ppfffh! Forgive me 'Michito' if I nailed you with my tail, carpenter friend it was my fault, unintentionally. Come kitten to the workshop, I'll put another nail in But don't go near it or it will happen again.

also this other song

lyrics in english: Hidden in their cave The rabbits from yesterday Looking out into the gap They do nothing but watch it rain Well as long as it keeps raining They can't go running A rabbit called Cotton Tail Savoring your lettuce Wait for the occasion Of the fields drying up And let the sun shine It rains, it rains! It rains, it rains! The rain droplets They drop It rains, it rains! It rains, it rains! The rabbits have fun Watching them run A droplet that bounced Don Rabbit was splashed It's raining, it's raining! Oh, how it rains! The droplets when they jump make Pim pim pom! Tin tin tin! Pim pim pom! Tin tin tin! Pim pim pom! It rains, it rains! Oh, how it rains! The droplets when they jump make Pim pim pom! Tin tin tin! Pim pim pon! Tin tin tin! Pim pim pom!

(I don't know if it can combine well with "cloud tower" but well, basically no one really likes my ideas, it doesn't matter, then I'll see if I can draw some characters from "cloud tower" talking with characters from "STAR SUPER ADVENTURES 2017"

postscript I am from Mexico

[urapunk]

I made another OC, but she needs a name. I LITERALLY cannot think WHAT NAME DOES SHE LOOK LIKE?!? I'm foaming at the mouth trying to figure out what the hell I should name her!? I was thunking maybe Billie, or Jackie or maybe even something Gender neutral or even more male leaning like Anthoni. She has too many possiblities! I'm going to name her something dumb if i dont think soon.

My OC, (NAME) Allorick!

Nerd, but one of the tolerable ones. Other than beatrice, she's the go to science homework helper. She specifically does best in biology topics, and stuff about the human body. It just fascinates her!

Loves green. Has allll sorts of green jewellery, green dresses, green converse.. Yeah. Lots of green. I like to think its because of her eyes, but only one of them is green. The other is brown.

LOOOOVEESSS Blondie. She cant get enough of it, and whenever she doesnt know what to listen to; she listens to Heart Of Glass. Also a Lemon Demon fan, but not nearly as much.

Maladaptive Daydreamer with Bipolar. She'll fall asleep in class, or it atleast looks like that. She's really got her eyes open with her head resting on her forearms, experiencing an ENTIRE different world while staring at the table. She's frustrated easily, down to the point where if she even cant sleep she'll cry from the frustration. Too cold? Too hot? ..... Too normal. She's confusing.

Odd obsession with cameras. She loves how they look, and what they do. She has a digital camera with her EVERYWHERE, not even really for pictures. Just because.

LOVES strawberry flavored sodas/drinks/candies. She cant get enough of it, and would sell her entire bedroom for a can.

She shouldnt be liked as much as she is. She's not a good person. She'd throw a fit over something small if it wasnt for the crushing weight of being social and not becoming more of a weirdo than she already seems. Had to fight the urge to swing on Earnest just because he took her seat in Mr. Galloways class.

Trinket lover, likes to steal useless things from the art room like those fuzzy little bendy wires (please know what I mean), markers, tape, googly eyes, and sometimes likes to steal left out and unopened syringes (not the needle kind) from the chemistry room. Odd fascination of hers, again.

<3

[stupid-talks]

tarot of the secret forest - new deck interview

yesterday i went to one of my favorite lil hippie dippie stores and found Tarot of the Secret Forest in their "gently used decks" section. the deck was only $12, seemed in good condition, and i resonated with it. it reminded me of the art nouveau deck i found at that thrift store (that deck wasn't complete, though, so i'm going to make it into an art project of some kind idk stay tuned)

anyway the thing that REALLY tipped the scales into me getting another tarot deck (that i probably don't need) is that it's a double sided deck!! on one side you have a color illustration and the opposite side is basically the same illustration, but in black and white. the images are a bit different and the deck book itself talks about how this is a very ~intuitive~ deck. one is supposed to really feel into what they think the cards are saying. the book said there isn't much symbolism in the cards but there is plenty of intentionality. through that, the more i use this deck and become comfortable with trusting my intuition -- the clearer the readings will become.

here's the first spread i'm doing with the deck

New Deck Interview from Emerald Lotus Divination

Card to describe our relationship: Two of Pentacles (upright, b&w) - My eye is drawn to the swirl of.. smoke(?) between the two figures. It shows me the ethereal connection between one another and its vitality. There's a lot of contrast in the black and white version of this card, with the swirl of smoke being the thing that catches your eye. It goes from the feminine's feet to about the shoulders on the masculine. Reminds me of yin/yang. Balance in all things. The necessary growth and inherent stability that comes from connection + collaboration.

What you want to teach me: Ten of Cups (upright, color) - There actually aren't any cups pictured on this card. It's the boughs of a tree.. a lemon tree? apples? I'm not sure, to be honest. There are also four bees pictured. This card reminds me of my Nana Shirley and the effortless opulence she emitted. It reminds me of the decor she used in her house. Which reminds me of a fulfillment in following your heart. Doing the things you like to do. Trusting the beauty I most appreciate is in the things I do with effort. Any of the things. The love and beauty I create nourishes me and everyone around me. Together, we are interwoven and fulfilled.

When should I use you: The Hanged Man (reverse, color) - I'm not sure why I'm getting such a sense of freedom off the hanged man in reverse. Is that normal? When the card is in reverse the feminine looks like she's a ballet dancer. The other thing that sticks out to me is the pin in her back. It looks like one of those old timey pins that you put into a pin cushion, with those little balls on the back end? but it looks huge compared to her. That gives me the feeling of smallness, but in a good way. Not insignificance but more of a zoomed-out perspective. If she could remove the pin and the ropes that bind her wrists, she'll still be able to move forward. Dance even. The wings will be injured, but she'll fly again and she's almost ready. This tells me that I should use this deck when I'm looking for guidance the most. When I may feel lost or injured or that I'm looking for the inner strength that I know is present. This deck will serve as a reminder that I have the knowledge and capability to keep moving forward, no matter the situation.

What is something I can do to improve our relationship? Knight of Pentacles (upright, b&w) - This card is very darkly shaded, with the brightest part of the card being the background that the knight appears to be headed towards. He's got a knapsack on his back which tells me that he's prepared for whatever lies ahead. He's planned and prepared. He's got a spear or a stick in his hand, telling me he's willing to fight for his goals. And in this black and white version it almost looks like he has more than one horse? buffalo? under him that he's riding. This gives me the impression of reliable stability. There's a foundation and more power in numbers.

Something important you want to tell me - Page of Swords (upright, b&w) ---- A feminine figure appearing to be leaving battle, potentially with more to come. The background is darkest right behind her and is starkly contrasted by her figure. She's holding a stick/spear in one hand, a sword in the other [pointed down], and a shield in front of the lower half of her body. She's strong and capable. She's withstood much and continues to stand tall. There is light on the other side and what you're working for is worth it. - The Hierophant (upright, color) ---- What looks like a fairy wizard is riding either a pomegranate or a red onion, holding on to a natural wooden staff that's curved into a spiral at the top. They're flying at a steady-to-fast pace but he remains assured in himself. He doesn't doubt his balance or abilities. He has a very large crown on his head which kinda gives me a feeling of pride in one's accomplishments but sometimes maybe to the point of being a bit of a showoff. Spirit wants to remind us that we've been through many things before and we're able to take those lessons and move forward with confidence - Seven of Swords (reverse, color) ---- The feminine on the card is in full color. A beautiful, but muted, red dress and she's standing while cradling a lover's face. Her lover's back is to us, he is depicted in darker grays and blues. What you don't notice at first is that this lover transforms into a scorpion, starting at the waist and the tail and stinger are poised behind her - ready to attack. In the reverse it more feels like there is a painful situation with deception maybe? I get this feeling of wishful thinking. Like the woman is enamored with this person but they aren't who they say they are. In the reverse it feels more like she's accepting that and releasing it. She's still going to be injured/hurt but the release and trust in the fall will allow for true healing. The healing will lead to a stronger you that's more aligned to your highest self

Bottom of the deck: - The Devil (reverse, b&w) ---- The figure illustrated kinda resembles an insect tbh? But his arms (if you can call them arms) are raised up in the air, not in praise but more as a celebration of power. The power feels flimsy though. Insects are small and can easily be killed by things larger than it. But on the other hand, there are more species of insect than anything else in the world. This whole picture gives me the sense of... breaking free from the things that seem so engrained into this world but actually are able to be destroyed, transformed, and transmuted. - The Fool (upright, color) ---- This card is honestly one of the most beautiful cards I've seen in this deck so far. The fairy pictured looks so happy and content while stepping upward. Moving forward. Elevating. Rising above the darker things below you. Believe in yourself as this unfolds.

[chromatic-lamina]

Any number you haven't yet answered but want to for the writer ask meme!

Heh-heh! Great ask ❤️

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue? One with no dialogue, because I can always throw in reported speech and thought processes. Takes a particular skill to make a fic that is all dialogue authentic and interesting.

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who? Sometimes. I won't name 'em cos' I don't want to clutter up their notifications, but especially for exchanges, or if I've used someone's art (with permission) as inspiration, or for zines, etc.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it? Okay, I guess the most recent is valuta from the Corazine (aftersales almost finished, but that's just an aside). I thought I did a pretty good job on portraying what the Donquixote brothers went through, also Cora's relationship with Sengoku and Law, and then Law with Sengoku, but maybe it was too much for the word count. It got very little interaction in the way of comments, at least. I like the KidLaw fics I did for the 2022 exchange and for the OP secret santa that year, but they remain two of my least popular fics (in terms of hits).

I like valuta for story parallels (Cora and Doffy, Law and Lami, etc.). I like the KidLaw fics because they make me laugh.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful? Yeah. I think I've answered this before, and it's not massively popular compared to some fandom behemoths, but the Usopp vs the Heart Pirates fic: Dark like the North Blue Sea (aka The Sea-Hill you Die On) . I think it grew in popularity because it's canon compliant (also, maybe funny). Once a fic gets a certain number of kudos or hits too, it feeds its popularity growth, because people sort by kudos and hits, so all those hidden gems remain hidden! I'm happy that people enjoy it though!

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written? Probably the one that @afterdeck-ace gave me of: Chopper and Law talking about courage or Jolly Rogers. They're talking about both in softening the fall of snow. That's followed or on par with screen / shiki-e, which was inspired by a tsute doodle. You can see the doodle and links to tsute's art on the AO3 page.

47. If [taxi] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

Her jeans cost more than his weekly pay, hell — monthly— and her sneakers were scuffed and used in a way that hid or emphasised their one-of-a-kind design. Pretty cool. A red tonbo — dragonfly — from what he could see, stretched from the toe, its thorax and segmented body running along one side of the shoe, a blue chrysanthemum and pond reeds rising from the heel and undulating in the air below the insect.

I used a ref for that, but can't remember where I sourced it from.

I changed a few things, and the maker's name is on the jpg, fortunately!

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Yes! I recommend it: Ours lives like sand in the gears of the world by @afterdeck-ace (Lily_Amazon). A platonic Law & Robin ficlet that explores the parallels and differences between them so well.

Also, a quick but satisfying read (sounds like Borsalino's possible reflection on Akainu) with this fic, In The Dappled Sun. Lemon mentioned (tumblr's being silly with throwing out community settings left, right and centre, so sorry for the return to FFN vocab). Fic author @kookoofufu

Am continuing to read saltyrock's It Takes a Lot to Know a Man but haven't read the latest chapter yet. LawBin and CrocoBin. Endgame LawBin.

There's a lot of good stuff out there, and so little time!

[oodles-of-noodles]

more google translated mess

hi it's been an hour and i'm back

"The door opened and my trembling fingers opened" i'm sorry, your FINGERS opened?

"Measurements, adrenaline, and. . .well, a little fear, but daddy will help you."

"Well, it's true, the aliens here have no bones and are very attached to the safety of life." i would be attached to the safety of life too, as a fellow boneless person

"“I-” I started, but I couldn’t come up with a good reason without sounding like a three year old who needs a stuffed animal all night. “This is Changa"" no, this is patrick 🙄🙄

"“Please,” she moaned, reaching out and pulling him closer with a mischievous smile." okay i..... i got lost here who's SHE and why is she MO--

"Achilles could not kill all these five people." achilles where did you come from get back with your bf

"Then he lay down. “Welcome.”" um??????

"“Gil.” I said in a broken voice" ah yes, gil, the thing everyone knows about

"He stroked my dck again. “How about we give it a try and move in together?" UM WHAT???? WHAT IS HAPPENING IM ????? THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE EXPLORING AN ALIEN PRISON SINCE WHEN-??? ITS??? ITS FATHER AND SON????? WHAT???????

im done, bye 😭

no im not there's more

"I was taught positive thinking from preschool age so it was hard for me to think otherwise" ah yes, indoctrination

"The last word is ‘love’ because it tastes like lemon." how....

"He held a black metal ticket in his hand and watched the airport as we passed" what... since when did they get to an airport 😭 THEYRE IN A PRISON

"My heart and soul are facing down" me too buddy, man if this isn't a mood and a half

"“I have another problem,” he continued with an evil smile." me everyday

""THE?" I asked myself. The back door of the prison... a man?" A MAN? idek what's going on here

"Xena is a robot that steals your soul." darn ai. first they're stealing art now they're stealing souls

""Don't worry, I can put my head on my shoulders and try every day, okay?"" slow clap for that ladies and gentlemen, slow clap for sam's motivational words

"I answer a lot, rarely or never." me too (?)

"The giant centipede's roar echoed through the tunnel." WTF??? EVERYONE RUN

"My "good" hand is like my first hand. Then I fell into eternal darkness." noouououoooo sammmm ): don't do that to yourself ): thats mean

"Zeena got up happily and came with me. “What do you think of the black?”" oh no. sam. sam pls don't be racist.

"There are also good trees." cherry blossoms are nice, and willow trees 🙂‍↕️

"Take the slaves and destroy them before their eyes." sam..... i.... no.

k, NOW i'm done, so sorry that you had to witness that 😭 i may do more when i transcribe the rest, but for now im having mercy on you