#melody gets fan art

[the-name-is-loser]

Artists are really just built different huh

[aiiropearlvoice]

Animation/rotoscoping practice!

[alexanderdeluna]

When you find the melody

[go-learn-esperanto]

I would like to have finished writing the well thought out post I was gonna do initially but I've been extremely busy today, so I'm just gonna say.

I am so distraught by what this situation has done to my community.

Right now I'm in constant anxiety and terror because I don't know which of the blogs I followed and loved, and even possible friends, are just gonna leave forever.

It hurts seeing something that was mostly build by the fandom - let's be real, the last year of Dream SMP popularity has mainly remained because we are so many and we created fics and art, and videos and everything. It wasn't the the Minecraft server. Definitely not just that.

And more than that the Minecraft server isn't just Dream. There are so many CCs who poured all their art in it, and to see the story gone? The community gone? Just like that? That would destroy me.

I spent the last 2 years dedicating so much of my time, love and happiness to it. I made so many friends in this community.

I really don't want to say I left a fandom not because I lost interest but because the fandom sinked all around me.

The last Reblogs aren't done with lightness in my heart they're made of desperation, of simultaneously trying to maybe make my followers happier with fun posts and trying to convince them to maybe not leave, or even the worst of them all, scattering trying to reblog a posts of a blog that has said they won't be here anymore.

To me the Dream SMP was ours. We all got together when there was a new Sad-ist or Late August animatic, a lot of my music library is Dream SMP fan songs, Passerine was a fanfic with fics, music and animations made out of it. A lot of us talk about the Super Hero au like it's canon sometimes, we fought to get that Ao3 tag!!! We made content in the Dream SMP canon (the white streak, YCGMA limbo).

I am inclined to say that the fandom as a whole is as much of a Content Creator as the the Dream SMP's content creators, if not more (we are a lot of people).

And now some are leaving for very valid reasons, and us that are staying know that we'll have to find way to make this work in a sensible way - that we'll also suffer consequences of having extra hate thrown at us, even if we really haven't supported Dream directly in a long time (I for example never really liked manhunts that much so outside that really small lore video of Dream I haven't touched a Dream video or stream for more than a year).

And to think of the community that bonded around an Ode to L'Manburg and still knows how to sing it today. To think of a community that is such a safe space for LGBTQI+ people. To think of the inside jokes about salmon. To think about the zines. To think about the fact that I could live of fan content!!! Because we had almost all art forms! From embroidery to book binding, to composing to drawing, animatics/animation, sculpting, cosplaying, writing, programming, etc... I have seen it all.

And to think it can all be threatened by a single person? When we are literally millions? It's a feeling I can't really describe.

I can only wish that on the best case scenario something happens like what happened to Hermitcraft - the server goes to another person. But part of me thinks we might end up like Yandere Highschool, although worse because everyone knows about the Dream SMP. I'm starting to wonder if that even is wishful thinking. Because at least people leave Yandere Highschool fans alone because almost nobody knows about it.

All of this to say - more than the lore I am worried about the people and friends I might lose because of this situation, and what I wish is for we all to come out of this the least scratched as possible, so that maybe we can still play a little melody.

[asiadoesstuff]

Ok ok guys so a lot has happened in the past couple of days.

So, on the 17th January, Fandroid came back!!! Woohoo!!! 🥳

And that’s amazing, right? It is!! 😆 But something fishy happened…

So, today, I found out that apparently both Fandroid and Melody joined the Roblox Game: ‘Starving Artist’.

And obviously, they made some art! But it was kinda ominous, like Mandela Catalogue kinda ominous… (Credits to kronderflopping._ on TikTok for the images):

Now, although you might see nothing in these, I do see something. Let’s go over it:

So, the 1st Picture kind of looks like a Gas Mask.

What were Gas Masks originally used for? To keep toxic chemicals out of you during the war. Fandroid mentioned something about “coming back from the war”. Although people usually say that jokingly after leaving their Social Media Account for a long time, I think in this case Fandroid might be serious. (As in the Character, not Griff himself).

The 2nd Painting has Secret Messages.

Now, this is where it gets very ominous. Obviously, as you can see, this is a sign for help. With what, I might not be sure. Maybe Fandroid is still fighting a “war”, just not a physical one. The ‘us’ in ‘Save Us’ is most probably referring to both Fandroid and Melody, but maybe ‘Us’ could be referring to more than 2 people.

The 3rd Painting looks like a Human.

Sure, this is already creepy, but what’s more creepy is this looks similar to another theory about Fandroid. Ever heard of the Theory where Fandroid could be a human child in a robot’s body? Yeah, this painting of a human looks extremely similar to the fanon human child design. That, or it’s a painting of Griff, or it’s just a random human.

There’s another Painting; it has another secret message.

Now, this gives me major ‘about to introduce a villain’ vibes, or it’s actually Fandroid assuring his fans that he’s there. Or, it’s something else that is saying it’s there. The “Static” kind of looks like Static on a TV. Fandroid’s head is similar to a TV.

And if you thought that was creepy, wait until you see this.

After the Paintings were made, the human painting was pulled up, and this happened:

I’m gonna be honest: I’m not 100% sure what this means. In the first image, it looks a bit like some hands were drawn on, and the eyes have been slashed out with red. Maybe it represents the person drawn went blind? Or something else which I don’t know how to put into words…

The 2nd Image has been scribbled over with red. Maybe that says the person in the image got killed/erased?

The 3rd image has some sort of character drawn ontop of the red scribbles. That could be a New Character, or the thing that killed/erased the person, or maybe it’s the enemy Fandroid is ‘fighting’ with?

And that’s not all, look what what Fandroid and Melody said…

“We are trying to get back.” This sentence feels extremely important. Maybe they aren’t back from this ‘War’, or maybe they are and a new one has started.

“Please don’t forget.” Either this is extremely lore-important, or maybe Fandroid is saying that he hopes we won’t forget him and Melody. That, or something is about to happen that could either kill or erase both of them. (I really hope that doesn’t mean Griff’s gonna deactivate the account…)

And that’s my Theory. Either I have Cracked The Code, Cracked part of it, or I’m insane.

Maybe this is New Lore to a new start of the Fandroid Legacy, or maybe this is a way to put Fandroid to bed and to deactivate the account. (Please don’t be the second one…)

I’ll keep making these until this Lore has been completely pieced together, stay tuned!! 😁

Cya in the next Post!! 😄 Bye!! 😊👋

[freshabogados]

Michelangelo's Matthew

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Tags: fluff, mentions of sex, explicit description of Matt's body, scars, stretch marks, my extreme admiration for our Devil-boy, lengthy (I got carried away).

Shoutout to @dropsofprecipitation for this amazing header! I love your Matt-art so much xx

a/n: I dedicate this piece to anyone and everyone who comes across this post. Bodies are complex. They come in different sizes, shapes, colours, textures, patterns and what not. Everyone is battling with something or the other in their bodies and the least we can do as humans is to not shame someone for how they look. We're made to dislike the way we look from a young age and often limit our beauty to what's on the surface. Every body is beautiful. Every skin is beautiful. Hair or no hair, you are beautiful. Tattoos, piercings, henna, hair colour, scars, and make-up add character to your canvas. You're a magnificent being and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You matter. You are worthy of all the love in the world 💗

Matt was seated on his couch with nothing but his black briefs on. One of his arms rested on the back of his couch while the other lazily took its seat on his thick thighs. He leaned his head back on his right shoulder. His chest rose and fell rhythmically as he breathed. A peaceful smile graced his lips as he listened to your pencil scratch against your sketchpad, with his eyes closed.

You had to submit a sketch for your human anatomy class and Matt had happily agreed to be your subject. In fact, he was looking forward to spending this quiet time with you.

He always liked listening to you work on your projects. Peaceful piano music playing in your headphones mixed with the calm and steady sound of your breath and heart was a melodious symphony on its own, hands and clothes messy with the residue of your medium of choice for the day, gaze focused on getting the shapes right, your tongue occasionally peeking out as you concentrated on a particular area. And when you were done with your piece, you’d always describe them in beautiful detail to Matt and let him run his fingers over the canvas. He was your favourite critic and biggest fan who always left uplifting remarks and asked you to grace his home with your drawings.

You looked up from your sketchpad, finally finishing the outline of Matt’s body and moving on to add in the details. You were mesmerised by the beauty oozing out of this man. The billboard outside his apartment painted Matt in shaded of neon pinks and purples, throwing in blues and yellows every so often. It highlighted his contours like a setting sun washing its colours over a mountain. You left out a content sigh, unconsciously, and smiled at the angelic man sitting opposite of you.

Matt’s head perked up as he smiled lazily.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes still closed.

“Mhmm. You look peaceful and happy.” not one gram of dishonesty in your answer.

Matt was now sitting facing you, his thighs flexing as he moved to sit up. His gaze fell to where you sat, and a teasing smile played on his lips. You bit down on your pencil as you watched his muscles flex under his skin.

Maybe asking him to be almost naked was a mistake.

“I am happy. I have you, don’t I?” Matt didn’t need an answer from you. He was very well aware of the curtain of peace you both draped on each other. Your heart fluttered with love, unable to form words you replied with a low hmm, something only Matt could conceive the whole meaning of. He knew you were watching him, not observing but admiring, just as he was watching you in his own ways.

“Tell me what you see” curiosity peeped out of Matt’s voice.

“Huh?”

“Describe to me what you see” he had an expectant look on his face, head tilting up slightly asking you to follow his request.

“Uhh...well, I can see you. Of course. You're sitting on your couch and-” you were cut off by Matt’s tsk-tsk.

“Tell me what you see. Tell me how you see me in your eyes. Describe me to me”

Matt made such requests often but to describe you to him. This was new. You’ve called him pretty, beautiful, hot, and even dorky. You sometimes told him how soft his lips are, or how much you liked his butt. Or how good he made you feel when he drove you over edge again and again. You felt the shyness creep up your body, you’ve been physically close multiple times, you both memorised each other's bodies like the lyrics to your favourite songs but this felt more intimate.

“Where do you want me to start?” It was a request and you were going to try your best to fulfill it.

“Wherever you want to start, sweetheart. I surrender myself to you.” He knew what he was doing and his cheeky smirk was solid proof.

His words struck you like lightning, sending jolts of pleasure down to your chest. You took a deep breath and mustered some courage.

“Erhm, okay…your hair. It’s fluffy and soft. I like to run my hands through them all day long. They feel like satin slipping through my fingers. I like it when they form those small swirls on your forehead when you comb it back, I like to pull on themand makeyou groan. And, when you come back from kicking ass they stick to your head with sweat…you look cute for someone who’s half dead.”

Matt let out small puffs of laughter and his fingers started drumming on the back of his couch. You continued with a smile, fingers toying with your pencil.

“When you sleep, it’s the cutest! Just messily sticking out in all directions. Truly a view to wake-up to. I love how a few wet strands of hair bounce with the rhythm of every punch you throw at the punching bags in the gym. I like how they take any shape or form I give them while I lather your hair with shampoo. Remember that one time I gave you horns? You looked so pretty!" your cheeks tingled with all the smiling you’ve been doing; pure excitement surrounded your words.

“And then your forehead. I like the drama your forehead lines bring to your face when you're listening intently. And then your nose. Cute little nose that I like to kiss and boop.”

Matt was fully laughing now. You could see the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, full set of teeth on display, a single dimple embellishing his face. You decided to describe the scene in front of you.

“I love how you look right now. Happy, devoid of the worries of the world, enjoying this shenanigan you’re pulling off.” Matt’s features softened.

“I love how your eyes twinkle in the changing colours of the billboard. Your eyes, oh, they change colours like the leaves change every season. Sometimes they look like sun rays catching onto dripping honey, sometimes like the pine trees in an evergreen forest, sometimes like moss around a freshwater stream. Your lips, soft like cushion, enveloping your pearly teeth. When you wear your mask, your lips get all the attention and it gets swollen with all the adrenaline and sometimes because you break them…oof!” a huge sigh escapes your mouth “Your strong jaw is enhanced with your rough stubble and that dimple. Oh that dimple, I get lost in the depths of it every time it decides to make an appearance.”

Matt got off his seat on the couch and walked towards you. You stopped your elucidation and looked at his broad figure making its way to you. He sat down on the carpet; his hands placed comfortably on your legs while his chin rested on your knees. He pushed his head up, urging you to continue. You discarded your sketchpad and pencil onto the coffee table and found your hands kneading his hair.

"When you smile, I feel like I could live in that moment forever. It lights up your face and brightens my day. And your laughter? It could be easily mistaken for a well-orchestrated music band. If there's one sound I want to listen to for the rest of my life, it would be your laughter." your voice wavered with joy.

Matt’s face had a genuine smile plastered on.

"Well, not just your laughter. Your voice is the most beautiful sound to wake up to, too. Coated in grogginess after you wake up from sleep, brimming with excitement when you talk about your favourite moments, dripping with love when you assure me in my worst times, laced with lust when you make love to me, and I know it's weird but I do enjoy the menacing tone The Devil uses to threaten his enemies." you laughed shyly at the last part.

"Is that why you ask me to use my Devil voice in bed, sometimes?" Matt's hands began drawing lazy patterns on your leg as he talked.

"Mmm, maybe? Is that bad?"

"No. It's definitely not bad. I like it, too. I like the little whimpers that escape involuntarily from your lips."

"Phew, that's a relief." you shifted a little to shake away your building arousal as memories flooded your brain.

Matt nudges your hand in his head urging you to continue.

You continued clearing your throat “I like your ears. Your extremely sensitive ears. They help so many people, they hear so much and yet you stay composed. I like how the tip of your ears turn pink when you get shy or angry.” you moved one of our hands and rubbed his ear “It makes you extra cute.”

Matt could feel himself turn into a puddle as you toyed with his earlobes. You moved your hands down his neck, feeling the warmth of his soft skin transfer to your fingers.

“Your neck, a very bitable one I must say. You’re lucky I’m not a dracula.”

Matt’s body vibrated with his soft laughter “I think you are one! You always bite my neck and I have to spend the next day covered in concealer.” amusement riding in his voice.

“Not my fault!" you slapped his shoulder playfully "Anyway, your shoulders. Oh boy. I can write books about them.”

Matt lifted his head from your lap “Books? Plural?”

“Why yes! They are strong and sculpted, and hmmmphh” you squeezed his shoulder trying to convey how you feel about them.

Matt’s giggles echoed through his apartment. He stood from his place on the carpet and scooped you up in his arms, and sat down on the armchair placing you on top of him. Your legs dangled on the side of the chair as you comfortably sat on his lap, one hand splayed on his chest while the other rested on the back of his neck.

Matt placed butterfly kisses on your neck as you adjusted your seat on him.

“Go on” he urged, still not taking his supple lips off your skin.

You traced the outline of his collarbone and tapped your finger on the beauty spots scattered on his skin before you continued.

“The hollow in your neck, the jaguar notch, invites me to bury my face in them every time you hug me. And now, girls, gays and theys, the mighty arms!” you made grand gestures with your hand before hooting and woohoo-ing.

You looked at Matt’s relaxed form. Smiles and laughter dancing on his face. Eyes twinkling with joy.

“What about my arms?” a teasing tone takes over Matt’s voice.

“They’re a sight for sore eyes, truly. The way they flex every time you grasp onto something does things to me.” you traced the outline of his biceps as you resumed “And the way they strain against your shirt. Lords! It pains me to see them struggle under the fabric. I always want to release them from such torture. Your forearms, well, you know how they get me all worked up, especially if you roll up your sleeves. Just thick and beautiful. Splendid.”

You could feel yourself getting hot by the minute and sitting on Matt's lap only made it worse. His strong warm legs under you, his cock growing stiffer from your words. You wanted to prolong this foreplay.

“Did I tell you how much I like your ass? Gorgeous dumpy that I wanna squeeze all day long. And then, your thick thighs. And your massive tiddies. You're a meal, sir.” you shifted on him, squeezing your legs to get some type of friction to ease the growing ache. Matt chuckled, noticing the rise in your body’s temperature. His hands continue drawing lazy circles on your thighs sending waves of tickles.

“Sweetheart, did I tell you how much I like your ass? I want to keep my hands on them at all times, making sure everyone knows you’re mine. Now, what were you saying about my thighs?”

Your cheeks tingled with dilated veins, heat creeped up your body.

“Your...um, thighs. I like it when your slacks hug onto them showing how strong they are and your red suit deserves an award for the beautiful portrayal of such a masterpiece.”

Matt flexed his legs beneath you, his strong muscles grazed the underside of your legs making your squirm.

Tease

You moved your attention to his chest and down his abdomen. Scars scattered on his body like constellations. You traced his scars with your finger before placing a gentle kiss in the valley of his chest. Matt's seductive smile was replaced by a grimace not because you focused on his scars but because he knows that it reminds you of all the times he played hide-and-seek with death.

"Your scars remind me of all the times you could've-" you choked on your words but you chose to be sincere with your feelings "your scars are a testament to the justice you've brought to the people of this city. Each scar has a struggle behind it and they act as a reminder that you’ve conquered your fears…a trophy even."

Matt's eyes were glazed with tears. You kissed the corners of his eyes and wiped an escaped tear. The wrinkles on his face were illuminated by the changing lights.

"Your smile lines, your forehead crinkles, the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you laugh, your scars, and your stretch marks are proof that you have lived your life. They are time's tattoos, a tribute to your life."

You turned yourself to face Matt properly and kissed the corner of his lips.

"You know…there's this practice in Japanese culture called Kintsugi."

"What's that?" Matt poked in before you could continue.

"Patience Matthew!" you giggled.

"Kintsugi is the art of putting broken pieces of pottery back together with gold. It's built on the idea that our flaws must be embraced. These pottery pieces, Matt! They're so beautiful! The gold that runs between the pieces looks mesmerising! It reminds me of you and your scars." You were unaware of the tears streaming down your face until Matt's gentle hands wiped them away.

"Thankyou" Matt placed a kiss on the top of your head "so much for loving all of me even the parts that hurt you sometimes." he placed another kiss on your temple emphasising his love for you.

His fingers ran over your scars. Some hidden under your clothes, some exposed to him.

"You know this applies to you too, right? Proof that you have lived your life." he repeated your words to you.

"Mhmm, I do. I didn't like them at first…but you taught me to love myself for who I am. Remember what you told me that day? 'Flawed and beautiful, like the moon' I never thought about myself like that."

"I do remember" a full smile on his face. You looked at his smaller scars. Cuts from falling down on the pavement, knuckles bruised from punching the life out of some scum, scrapes from getting punched by some other scum. You frowned, pain coursing through you remembering how he’d flinch when you bandaged his injuries.

"I know that your scars carry a weight. I know that it reminds you that you were meant to be a weapon for war. But you chose to be a medium of justice and if that doesn't tell you how kind and wonderful you are nothing else will. I know you doubt yourself, every night, before you go out as Daredevil but you change someone's life every time you put that mask on. Your suit and your horned mask are a symbol of hope for the innocent."

Matt’s breath hitched. Your words rang through his ears and filled his heart. He wrapped his arms around you, on his lap, and buried his face in your chest, whimpering sobs left his mouth, while you smoothed his hair, peppering kisses on his head.

Matt lifted his head and took your face in his hands, you shifted to sit facing him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss, a kiss that conveyed how much he loved you. No number of words, no amount of money, no amount of time spent with each other, not even the grandest gesture of love could convey what that kiss meant to the both of you. He kissed you like you were his life force, which was true for him. You returned his kiss with the same passion. He was the brightest star in your dark sky.

You pulled back for air, resting your forehead on his. Truth be told, you expected tonight to turn into something hot and steamy but its beauty multiplied tenfold by making you both two emotional penguins exchanging pebbles of admiration.

Matt’s fingers grazed over the stretch marks on your thighs. It was his turn to show you how beautiful you are.

“These stretch marks…do you know how unique they are?”

“Matt, everyone has stretch marks! They’re not really unique” you tittered.

“No. No, they are.” He ran his super-sensitive fingers over your marks “This one is different from this one. Each mark has a different pattern. They may look like lines of various sizes and colours but under your skin they are unique. The veins under them branch in different directions. Some of them are thick, some are thin. Some are more branched than the others. I remember seeing sand ripples in a book long before I lost my sight…your stretch marks remind me of them. Magnificent yet delicate like silk embroidered onto satin.” He reached down and kissed the marks on the sides of your thighs, squeezing you in the process and eliciting a series of giggles from you as beads of tears spilled down your cheeks.

You pulled him up and cradled his face “An angelic face for an angelic man with a devilish persona. I love you, so very much, Matthew Murdock.” You placed gentle kisses all over his face and now, it was his turn to giggle.

“I love you more! My personal rain shower on a sunny day.” Matt’s dimple made you swoon more.

You don’t know how long you both sat there embraced in each other's kindness and you both didn’t care about the back pain that will manifest tomorrow as long as you could hear each other's heartbeat flushed with pure innocent love.

Thankyou for taking the time to read my Matt-thots <3

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[folkloreintime]

imagine waiting for folklore to release with Taylor

Taylor Swift Imagine

warnings: none

requested: no

word count: 394

The energy in the room was electric and you brimming with excitement. You could barely keep steady as you placed the two glasses of red wine on the table. You kissed Taylor on the cheek as you sat side by side, crosslegged on the couch. An ipad with a with a timer on, counted down the minutes to the release of Taylor's new album 'folklore'.

00:07:13

"I can't believe that its finally happening," she started, staring into your eyes, "I've poured my heart and soul into this album." She laid her head on you shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment.

"I know you did, babe. I'm so proud of you." You replied, caressing her soft blonde hair in one hand and holding your glass in the other. It was true that you were proud of her, it had been a very difficult few months for everyone this year but uniting everyone through music was the way Taylor decided to get through this and you admired her for that.

Every track was carefully crafted and intertwined with beautiful metaphors, fixed with enchanting melodies. Everything down to the production and candid storytelling was planned meticulously, which made the album a stunning masterpiece in her catalogue. It had been a huge risk for a pop star to surprise release an indie album but her courage and dedication made it all the more worthwhile.

"I hope people like it..." She sighed, dejectedly. "What if this was all a big mistake? What if they hate the surprise release?" Her eyes glazed over in the way they usually did when she was worried and she started slightly biting her lip. You gathered her hands in yours, "Hey, It's okay." You made direct eye contact with her. "People are going to love it because they care about your art, not your release strategies." You replied assuringly as you leant in to her.

Your lips connected in an embrace and you could feel Taylor's shoulders relax and the small exhale of relief through her nose. It was like every worry of hers was dissolving away and the only thing that mattered was you. A small ding brought you back to reality, you both exhaled and turned your head to the countdown, smiling widely.

00:00:00

"Happy folklore release day." Taylor laughed as the first track began to play.

end.

A/N: to celebrate 2 years of folklore, i wrote this imagine because the release for fans was definitely iconic so i wanted to give you a perspective of how it would be with Taylor. the reader is implied to be dating/in a relationship with Taylor and gender neutral. hope you enjoyed!

P.S you can now find all my Taylor x reader works under the tag #prisaylor (our ship name, respectively *wink*)

happy 2 years of folklore!

love, pris

[hongjoongscafe]

can you do prompt 30/9/23 with atz jongho?

It was a bit tricky tbh😭💓

Warnings: nudity, implied fingering(?)

Prompt list.

09: "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

23: "No one has ever done that to me before."

30: "Show me."

FWB.

Pairing: jongho×reader

Genre: fluff, smut/flirty

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"Come on, lay down before I change my mind!" Jongho, your masseuse friends with benefits, said as he patted the free spot on the massage bed. 

"I'm kinda nervous," you awkwardly chuckled. 

He gave you a deadpan look, "seriously? Now you are nervous? What about when I was balls deep in you? You weren't nervous then."

"Hey! That's different… I never had a massage ever before," you mumbled.

Jongho laughed, "you never got a massage!?"

"Listen, not everyone goes to a high-end salon to get a massage done!" You hmphed.

"Ha, don't waste my time. Get on it, lemme make you feel the best," he winked. "I will make your world rock."

You smiled suggestively, "yeah?" Your breath fanned over his face as you stepped closer to him on tiptoes to bite his earlobe. "Naked or covered?" 

Jongho's hands toyed with the knot of your robe. He gently pulled them until they were untangled. The front of your robe opened slightly, showing your tattooed sternum. It was a black wild rose. 

"The customers' privates are always covered and to mention that according to the rules I can only work on someone with a dick. But I'll make an exception here and let you be naked all over my table," he traced the rose with his feather-light touch. "Show me," he whispered.

You didn't need to be told twice, you shrugged off the robe and presented your body art to him. "What now?" You innocently asked.

"On your stomach on the table." 

Following his command, you lay on your stomach. Jongho shuffled around before the room was filled with soft melody. You slightly flinched when the warm oil dripped on your spine. He didn't even start and you were already content. 

His heavy yet soft hands glided over your back so perfectly. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan. "Oh yeah! Right ther- ohh."

Jongho silently chuckled at your cute state. His naughty hands traveled towards your ass. He gently caressed and squeezed them. Your eyes shot open.

"More," your shivery voice demanded. 

"Your wish my command, my Lady," he touched you in all the right spots that made you moan louder and cum in just a few minutes. You now understood why people loved to go for these kinds of massages. 

"Jongho, no one has ever done that to me before," you sighed, still getting over your high. 

"I always make you feel what your dumbass boyfriends could never," he smugly walked and sat on the floor where he could see your fucked up face. 

"You are so full of yourself," you both giggled.

"In my opinion, it's a good thing, because I mean it and show it," he winked.

After getting dressed back, you stood in front of Jongho. He still had two more appointments to get through, so you had to go first. 

"Before you go… I have something to say," Jongho spoke. 

"Mhm."

"Well, you see we are best friends for so long and we are having sex for a long… I was wondering if we could, you know, introduce each other as girlfriend and boyfriend?" He nervously looked at you. 

Your smirk grew, knowing well that this day wasn't far away. "Yeah?" 

"Y-yeah."

"I think it's a cool idea," you bit your lip. 

His eyes widened and smile stretched to the north, "yeah, pretty cool indeed."

"Idiot, why haven't you kissed me yet?" You pulled him in a romantic kiss. His plump lips melted against yours in an instant. 

"Shit, this is official right?" He asked.

"It's official!"

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[lumineere]

Little Night Talks

pov: you're restless and/or have sleep anxiety but you're with zhongli <3

contents: kisses, cuddling, sweet nothings, if you squint there's kind of a plot, etc etc

i've been a huge fan of zhongli for so long now and i thought it was about time i wrote something for him since he's a huge comfort character for me (also this has not been proofread whatsoever im sorry ;-;)

The streetlights are lit, the townsfolk scurried off to their abodes and even the tiniest mouse has retired for the night. The moon beams high, in contrast to the black backdrop behind its sheen white view. The light of the moon reflects on the water, splitting into white lines fading into shorter ones as you view the shoreline from your shared bedroom. Waves crashing against the posts of the harbour and the shore eased you and Zhongli to sleep earlier once the sun had set. The clock struck at midnight silently, while the cool air in the room dissipated and turned warm from the frustration of your lack of sleep. The soreness from the aches in your muscles, the dryness of your eyes only made the situation more uncomfortable. Sensing your discomfort, a slithering hand wrapped around your waist as you were lying down facing away from your lover. He pulled you in closer, placing his other hand under your pillow and gently holding your hand. The day you had was exhausting, mulling through hours of walking and physical labour for the sake of your salary destroyed your physical state and mental capacity to sleep. As exhausted as you were, the aching and sharp pains never ceased enough to keep you asleep. 

“My dear,” a groggy voice from behind you was no louder than a whisper, “are you alright?” Letting go of his hand, you gently adjusted yourself again to face Zhongli as he pulled his hand back to his side to hold yours once again. The soft groan that escaped once you had comfortably laid back down was a sign of your own malaise. He looked down at you, pulling you in closer to his chest and holding you tenderly.

“Do you need any medication? I can brew you a herbal tea if you need as well, my love.” An uncharacteristic grunt echoed through the room and you rested in his arms. 

“Let's stay awake together then.” He said, his voice gravelly reverberated in your ears. His voice was a symphony, a gathering of beautiful harmonics all at once when he spoke. His voice was a prominent difference among every person you had met, and it was a beautiful melody just for you. His hands ran up and down your back, slowly and gently massaging the sores and aches as he slowly eased you into a more relaxed state. His head bent down to have you closer, to have your scent fill his lungs as you placed your arm in turn around his waist. His other hand held your head, as the one on your back slowly stopped its movements. 

“I don’t know what to do, I need to get some sleep but every time I check the clock,” you started, feeling the heat of anxiety rushing over you as you explained your worries, “I only feel worse.”

“Do not look at the time then, look at me and only me.” He stated, his tone was nothing short of loving, despite the words being somewhat harsh. He only wanted what was best for you, so he told you openly his own ideas to resolutions. 

“It will be alright dearest, this will pass. Time is fleeting but,” the pause he made shifted the mood slightly, “it is nothing you should worry about.” His amber-yellow eyes paused to look at your eyes, then your hair, your figure, then just you. 

In all honesty he was the man you had truly fallen in love with. His heart belonged to you and yours to him. His little habits and little bits of personality stuck out, the way he held his books with utmost care and precision, how he tied his hair in the morning after leaving it loose while asleep, how his eyes light up when he’s reminded of a story he nearly had forgotten. He was beautiful, a true work of art without a mention of his full character. The comforter wrapped around both of your silhouettes, caressing your figure. You moved upwards in the bed, eye-to-eye to Zhongli but too tired to make eye contact with him. 

“You’re so beautiful my dear,” he whispers in your ear, outside from your field of view he’s grinning slightly and holding you tighter. You chuckle and turn to face him and hold his cheek, caressing the jawline of your beloved. 

“You’re too good for me, what did I ever do to deserve you?” You said jokingly, holding him and settling your head in the crook of Zhongli’s neck. Although, the line was a genuine question you had asked yourself on occasion. He was stunning, he’s an intellectual and a perfect lover. You’ve had to ask him for things, as a person who found that love was conveyed better through touch you wanted Zhongli to hold your hand more, kiss you more often and so on. He found love was better shown in words and actions and so he had asked of you to be more vocal and wanted to ensure that you’d listen in on his rambles about the stories of his life. He held your hand in bed again, and kissed the top of your head softly. His gentle demeanour was comforting and felt loving. His presence brought meaning to your life by having him stand by your side when you had issues that felt so mentally exhausting and frustrating. And yet, it felt like all those problems were meaningless at a time like this.  Time stopped in these moments of pure, simple love and adornment. You were his world, his everything since the day you became his. Beyond what you always worried about, from your looks to your personality he didn’t mind at all. 

He planted another kiss in your hair, wafting your sweet scent and relaxing. To him, having you be his was practically a miracle, his stern face and eloquent speaking sent academics rushing towards him and the average person away. You paid no mind to this, just listening and learning new things as your relationship bloomed with him. He’s a gentle soul with the past of a tyrant, but he himself could not forgive his own actions perhaps.

“Would you like me to read a story my dear?” His voice echoed through the room suddenly, and you nodded in the crook of his neck. A subtle but quick position adjustment was made as Zhongli sat up and held you to his chest, heaving slow and deep breaths. His heartbeat was rhythmic and consistent, a subtle lullaby to ease you to a place more fitting to fall asleep into. Zhongli had reached over to grab the book he had been reading hours prior before retiring temporarily for the night. One hand of his stayed on you, slowly rubbing his thumb against your shirt and the other, holding the book by the base to keep it upright. The book was one of ancient times, the history reformulated into a fictional love story in Liyue.

His words slipped gracefully out of his mouth, the vocals being soothing regardless of his voice not singing. The waves crashed against the shore calmly, the moon started to rise again now that time had resumed and the symphonic voice of your lover lulled you to sleep again. He dreams of a world of only you with him, holding him and being there for him as well, though this was hardly possible due to his immortality. 

“You are my home, I love you.” He adds one last kiss before adjusting once again and slipping into blissful sleep with you in his arms. The world is cruel at times, but in moments like these, Zhongli is grateful for the time he has with you.

[nature-and-music-art]

To create these pieces of fan art, screenshots from The Little Mermaid were used and drawn on top of.  I wanted to have both Eddie and Chrissy look as close to the art style as possible.  I would thank my friends at hellcheer nation on discord for their support and creating the story together.  While it would follow the animated plot, darker aspects would be included.

Synopsis: Eddie sees princess Chrissy while she’s celebrating her birthday on her family’s ship.  When a terrible storm hits, Eddie saves her from drowning and takes her to shore; singing a beautiful melody to her as she begins to wake up.  While she only saw his face briefly, his voice is forever stuck in her ears.  During a very heated argument between Eddie and Jim Hopper in his secret cove, he accidentally reveals his feelings for the human to him.  Hopper destroys Eddie’s collection of found objects, leaving the boy behind to cry his eyes out; Jim feeling the guilt sinking in as he leaves.  In a moment of desperation, and manipulation by two unusual looking creatures (the likes of which no mercreature has ever seen), Eddie swims to the darkest depths of the ocean to meet with Vecna.

Vecna gives Eddie one week to get Chrissy to fall in love with him.  If he succeeds, he will get to remain a human permanently with his voice back.  If he fails, Eddie will turn back into a mercreature and remain in Vecna’s clutches; a fate worse than death.  While Chrissy accepts Eddie into her castle, much to the disapproval of her mother, she can’t help but think about the boy with the beautiful voice.  While he’s having the time of his life, Eddie soon learns that there is so much sadness and fear behind Chrissy’s smile and kind nature.  An unlikely bond forms between them, but will they ever truly fall in love?    

[duxpuella]

Hii! How are you? Idk if your requests are open but i would like to request Neil Perry x fem reader o any pronouns i don’t mind, where the reader is a singer and has a bunch of songs written about Neil, and he loves them ofc. Thank you!!🫶🏼

Headcanons of Neil P. with a (fem!) singer reader

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff, just lots of cheesy love and Neil Perry being amazing; >

Note: This was more self indulgent than I originally planned, but I wrote as if they ended pursuing the artistic careers (reader as a singer and Neil as an actor) with a happy ending, because we all need one. Hope you like this, let me know if you need anything else :)

Also, here’s my Neil playlist, hope you enjoy it!

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The first time Neil heard you sing was in the school choir, he was mesmerized. He often would play your favorite tunes with just the right volume to hear the words floating out of your mouth. He never knew if you could see through his actions, but you would always sing. 

Once you graduated and started pursuing your musical career he was nothing but supportive. You were sharing a tiny apartment in New York, living from part-time jobs and pouring the rest of you into your art and each other. It was beautiful and those years were glorious. 

At a certain point, things got better. Neil started to get casted in bigger and bigger plays as his graduation was getting closer. Meantime you were working on your first original work. You should do an album with an original melody and lyrics as a final paper, then present it to a jury. The best ones would gain a contract with a famous music producer and get the chance to enter the music industry. 

Neil was your muse, your primal inspiration. You didn't let him see your drafts but you would perform the finished songs to him every time. And he loved it, he never stopped loving hearing you sing. Some of them made him cry, others made him recall the memories you gathered together over the years. 

He went to your presentation, of course. He assured you that everything was fine, that your work was touching and wholesome, and that they would be stupid not to invest in it. He took you to dinner after and cuddle you to sleep stopping anxiety to get the best of you. 

He was holding your hand when you got the news that you not just had passed (and would, in fact, graduate) but that they loved your songs and would like to launch your career. He was with you all the way, he would always be. You were his favorite singer, his favorite lyricist, his favorite musician. 

Neil would be your nº1 fan, supporter, and hype man. 

He would give good advice on producing and creativity (as an artist himself). 

Great emotional support because being an artist can be very emotionally draining, and he knows it. 

He would LOVE hearing the songs for the first time and helping you improve them. 

Talks about your songs to everyone. 

Has convinced (more than once) musical play producers to hire you. 

Loves to interpret your songs as well. 

He bought you a portable voice recorder once, so that you could take note of ideas more properly (with rhythm and melody).

He always buys your CDs on pre-sale. 

He loves your lyrics and has a verse tattoed somewhere on his arm. 

With time, both of you became very successful and quickly were the It Couple, people were just fascinated by your story and how you were always supportive of each other's work. 

Needless to say that there were TONS of edits on TikTok about the both of you, and you're fans were also very connected. In general, the public loved you. 

You were asked to be a fan's adoptive parents very often though, LOL. 

Tag list: @tall-my-beloved ;

Hope you like it! I take requests by ask! (info on requests);

Also, you’ll find more of my writing here.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Lining up guests for Happy Hour brings me lots of joy. It's like going on a vacation - half the fun is planning the trip and anticipating. Here in the library, half the fun is building friendships and getting excited for what fics they're going to recommend! When I was planning the December spot, I knew it HAD to be @babooshkart. I fell in love with their Holiday art series last year, and knew that they were the perfect person to give us a Holiday Happy Hour this year! She didn't disappoint - and managed to give me the gift of a Christmas fic I hadn't yet read!

More gifts are in store, so please without further ado, enjoy the gift of @babooshkart in the library!

I’ve been a mildly worshipful fan of the Library (and its Librarian) for a while, so it was such an honor to be asked to host this month’s Happy Hour! Especially as it was my opportunity to do a Christmas rec, which meant rereading a lot of holiday fics, which has put me in the most delightfully Christmassy mood—wins all around. Our lovely Librarian is an expert planner, so thanks to their schedule I’ve had the last six months to peruse all of their previous Holiday Lists (see end of this post for links!). The Librarian is thorough—it was a challenge to find one that hasn’t already been recc’d; I really wanted to shine the spotlight on a fic that brought me a lot of joy during the last Christmas season, so please join me in cuddling up under a blanket with some (spiked?) cocoa and this gorgeous story.

A Melody of You & Me by @academicdisaster (64,838 words, rated E)

Draco Malfoy has a Christmas choir competition to win, and Harry Potter has an orphanage that needs funding. When Luna Lovegood intervenes, they agree to help each other out: Harry will join the choir if Draco chooses to sponsor his charity.

But agreeing to work together also means getting to know each other again - in new and unexpected ways.

Ft. a chaotic festive choir, scheming friends, a healthy dose of mental health issues, one very irritating ex, and boys learning how to love and be loved.

This fic was written for 25 Days of Harry and Draco 2021, and I was lucky enough to get to witness it coming into existence. Rooney is a lovely person and an extremely gifted storyteller—I first fell in love with his writing with Sourdough (romance novelist Draco!!!! baking Harry!!! what more could you possibly ask for!!), and have been entranced ever since. His fics are a masterclass in soft intimacy (my favorite!!!) and every single one leaves me aching with feelings in the best way possible.

With A Melody, Rooney drops us into the middle of a busy holiday season—Healer Draco (another favorite thing!!! can we see a pattern here?) is scrambling to pull together a charity choir after his cheating ex boyfriend steals half his singers for a rival group. Across the city, Harry Potter is running out of energy, time, and money for the Hedwig Centre (Grimmauld Place transformed into a home for traumatized magical children), and needs sponsors a home of his own, therapy, to get laid fast. Enter Draco’s BFF/BAMF Lavender Brown and the ever-delightful Luna Lovegood, and everyone’s problems might just get solved in the best way possible.

This fic is everything I could ever want out of a Drarry holiday story. I always love it when Harry and Draco have careers that let them care for people, and Rooney has gone above and beyond by creating a whole cast of original characters that are extraordinarily lovable—from the children that Harry works with at the Hedwig Centre, to Frieda and Lennox the German choir singers with their special brownies and drunken carols, to one of Draco’s favorite patients—Anita, a firecracker of a little old lady who is arguably too interested in Draco’s sex life. Rooney has built up a gorgeous framework of interlocking relationships, in a way that can only make you feel surrounded and held and part of a little found family while you read, and I will never not be in love with that.

This fic also deals with Harry’s unresolved trauma in a way that feels tender and intentional, which is something that I always yearn for and boy howdy has Rooney delivered. We get to watch as Draco notices and cares for Harry through a panic attack, as Harry learns how to accept (and ask for) support, and as their friends and family ensconce them in love. Too often, I feel like fics skim over the fact that Harry has lost his entire family and also died, but Rooney held all of this in his talented hands and worked through it, piece by piece. Especially for a fic that is set during the holiday season, which can already be full of strife, Rooney has created a strong and caring network of people to hold Harry and Draco while they venture into their new relationship. I love to feel feelings.

I could talk forever about this fic, but I will leave you all with "please go read this and then come and yell about it with me." If you love it as much as I do (you will), make sure to leave kudos and a comment (or six) telling Rooney that he's amazing, and make sure to read the rest of his gorgeous works here! I may have also created a lil piece of art as a Christmas gift for this fic, which you can find here! Endless thanks to the talented Librarian for all the hard work they do and for having me as a guest!! I wish you all a lovely holiday season full of cookies and knit blankets and cozy fic reading! 💕💕💕

Thank you again to the wonderful @babooshkart for joining me in the Library!

Looking for some more Holiday fics? Check out the Library's Previous Holiday Lists:

Holiday Party 2020

Christmas at the Burrow

Hanukkah 2021

Christmas 2021

Hanukkah 2022

❤️ Lots of Love and Happy Holidays! ❤️

[jellogram]

Cool Examples of Art Forms You Might Think Are Boring

Here's a handful of remarkable works of art forms with a reputation for being boring, stuffy, or inaccessible. These are pieces that I think give a decent introduction to the art form, showcase some interesting benefits of it, and/or that might appeal to people who have previously shrugged or turned up their nose at the genre. I was disinterested in these genres until I was blessed with enough college elective credits to delve deeper into them so here are some curated selections, almost all of them are on YouTube and the opera and ballet clips are mostly under 5 minutes. Have a look around, check out whatever sounds interesting, and feel free to link to more examples.

Silent Films

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari: German expressionist horror from 1920. Very stylistically driven and massively influential. The sets alone are worth the watching, and it's essential viewing for any horror fan.

Nosferatu: Another classic horror film, very on-season for Dracula Daily readers. This and the Caligari version above are both updated to have English captions built in.

Le Voyage dans la Lune: Short film from 1902 by Georges Méliès. Méliès is widely known for being arguably the first special effects artist, and this is pretty well agreed upon as the first sci fi movie. If the first part bores you, at least check out the moon set.

The Adventures of Prince Achmed: This 1926 film is the oldest surviving feature length animated film (65 minutes) and it's absolutely stunning. It's created with silhouetted paper cut outs and took three years to make. Vimeo.

Metropolis: This one might be too long for silent film novices at 2.5 hours, but it needs at least a mention. Most lists have this film as their number one silent movie and it's not for no reason.

The Passion of Joan of Arc: This film is mostly known for its groundbreaking use of close-ups and facial expressions. I can't find a good quality version with English subtitles (let me know if you have one) so here's a short clip to show off those camera angles.

Opera

L'incoronazione di Poppea: If you want to get more into opera, why not start with a clip from an opera by the man usually credited with inventing opera. Beautiful piece of music that demonstrates the early days of the art form and a great example of a countertenor (male soprano). The singers also do an excellent job portraying how weird and messed up this relationship actually is.

Salome: To fulfill your "woman covered in blood" needs.

Sellars' Don Giovanni: A 1990 version of Mozart's 1787 masterpiece set in the 1980s in Harlem. A neat take on my personal favorite opera. The rest of the opera is available in segments on Youtube.

Cinderella: A campy 1981 version of a very catchy melody from Rossini.

Wozzeck: I have never seen a version of this that wasn't batshit insane and that's how it should be. This is a later opera from the 1920s that is meant to be atonal and bizarre. It's avant-garde, a little disturbing, and very expressionist. This is a clip from a 2016 version.

The Magic Flute Animation: More Mozart! The first three videos in this playlist are from an animated (and heavily shortened) English version of the Magic Flute. A great way to experience the story and some of the music without watching a whole opera.

The Night Queen Aria: which is from the Magic Flute. If you've only heard one aria, it's probably this one. This is, in my opinion, the best version.

Ballet

Alice in Wonderland: A clip of the tap-based Mad Tea Party scene, featuring great costumes. This performance has a lot of really neat scenes, and I'd also recommend the Middle Eastern-inspired Caterpillar scene (I mean just look at this man move).

Swan Lake coda: These two can fly. A great clip of a famous coda that demonstrates just how superhuman these dancers need to be.

Mr. Jeremy Fisher: This is the frog ballet that you've definitely seen gifs of on tumblr. I can't find the whole thing, but here's a 5 minute clip that also shows off that beautiful set.

Frankenstein: I never knew I needed this but I love it. This clip is more acting than dancing, so here's another that shows off some ballet skills.

Don Quixote: I just love the joy in this scene, and those floaty skirts are amazing. Also someone gets slapped by a fish.

Edward Scissorhands: Another interesting adaption choice. Watch the way they have to dance so that the scissors never touch her skin, that is highly unnatural for a duet and must have been very difficult to choreograph.

If there's another art form you think people should give a second look, let me know!

[flootweed]

Top 10 BL Shows of 2022

I posted a lil mini review of all of the 2022 BLs I watched this year but I wanted to infodump about my favorites more. I'm counting shows that started airing in 2021 but ended airing in 2022 as 2022 shows (sorry I need to talk about Not Me & Bad Buddy).

First, though, I wanted to highlight some (dis)honorable mentions, aka shows that are objectively mediocre but I love anyway. Love Mechanics has a wild soap opera plot, but YinWar really make you feel for their characters with their incredible acting and chemistry. Also, I'm in love with War sorry he's just too beautiful. Coffee Melody was watched by 7 people and those that did watch it tend to call it boring. I had no idea this show existed until my recent obsession with the actor Benz led me to watching every show he has starred in (speaking of which... Call It What You Want 😨). The main leads had zero sexual chemistry but the romantic chemistry was SO GOOD. Some of the best flirting I've seen in a BL. The side couple was also amazing. The script was great at one moment and mindboggling at another; I actually skipped most of the C plot stuff about the music company. It's not high art but it's cute and sometimes that is enough. Secret Crush On You was a mess but it was my mess okay. Cringe culture is dead and this show is fucking fun. The mere existence of Daisy as a character puts this show leagues ahead of many others in terms of queer rep. More femme queers in BL please !! The writing is... not the best but BillySeng did the best they could with what they were given. I'm glad they have been getting more work.

10: The Eclipse

I am very picky with shows set in high school but this is a high school set BL that acts as an allegory for political protest in Thailand as a whole. Obviously I fucking loved it. I'm honestly surprised its not higher on my list but I felt myself losing interest towards the end of the show. It just didn't stick with me like I thought it would. I still appreciate it what it had to say as a social commentary, though. It was interesting how it showed the different ways in which people cope with their marginalization. First and Kaotung did great in their roles I love them (though I feel bad because I will always prefer First as Yok).

9: My Only 12%

I have always loved Cooheart but Santa really impressed me in this show. The story itself was a bit slow but SantaEarth kept it from being boring because they really sold the relationship with their chemistry. Looking back on the show though it doesn't really feel like a romance but more of Eiw's coming of age story. The ending also had some issues; they decided to turn the show into an anti-smoking psa at the end so thats fun. Some story threads were dropped and some were completely unnecessary (the siblings). Overall, still very good though.

8: Ghost Host Ghost House

This show was tragic and heartwarming. Such a charming story about grief and love and the effect we have on one another. Seenam and her story fucking broke me. Like I was in pieces, tears and snot running down my face. On a lighter note, congrats to Pluem and Kawin for winning the award for best intimate scene of the year (yes better than cutie pie and lita and kp). They had absolutely fantastic chemistry. Also I wasn't mad at the time skip at the end, you could tell how much they had matured in their time apart.

This show was delightful and I loved it but it is lower on the list because there were so many filming issues. Also I got very annoyed with the script sometimes because very important scenes would happen off screen and the we would just be told about it. Most of the problems I had with it were probably due to budget issues which is really unfortunate.

7: To My Star 2

This. Show. I actually wasn't a super big fan of To My Star. I liked it but I wasn't obsessed with it like some people. It was just lacking a little something. And apparently the thing it was lacking was angst because I absolutely loved the second season. The emotions, the drama, the intimacy, the longing. UGH so good. The loneliness was so visceral I cried twice. Everything about it was just so well done and I felt like I finally understand these characters.

6: Bad Buddy

From here on every show is a 10/10.

The love story of the ages. There's really not much more I can say that basically sums it up. Ohm and Nanon are absolute legends. Also, I will always love this show for giving us milklove. This show occupied my every waking moment while it was airing, like it was an issue. I love how we can already see new shows taking influence from Bad Buddy, its what she deserves.

5: Blueming

Oh Blueming. Oh this darling show. Its so pretty and so painful. The mom scene makes me cry every time, it just hits too close to home. Siwon my darling child. Daun was at risk of being a manic pixie dream boy but the ending came in clutch and showed he actually had flaws and complex feelings we love that. The show itself had the same vibes of the queer indie films I would watch as a baby gay back in the day. The back-lit love scene was just gorgeous the way they just flowed back and forth from one another. Such a beautiful physicality.

4: 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

This is not a romance. Yet it has some of the best romantic and sexual chemistry of the year. Between two people who never even allowed themselves to touch each other. LIKE WHAT !!!??!!! This show is a literal masterpiece. The way it is written and shot is breathtaking; it feels like more of a stage play than a tv show. I just had a constant stream of tears for the entirety of the last episode. I still get so mad when people misinterpret this show or get mad that they don't kiss or it doesn't have a "happy" ending. Wang's actor was absolutely phenomenal I can't wait to see what he does in the future. This could honestly be even higher on my list but its not a romance so I don't really classify it as a BL.

3: Semantic Error

Sometimes you watch an autistic person and a person with adhd fall in love and it is one of the best things you've ever seen.

This is the definition of a well crafted show. I noticed this especially on my second watch; the script is just so tight. Well written, well shot, well acted. It was such a moment, like it literally singlehandedly saved the music career of Jaechan and his bandmates. I prefer my shows with a bit more grit, which is why it doesn't get the top slot but it is just so well done that it just had to be in the top 3.

2: Not Me

In contrast, this show is not perfect but has the grit I love. You could tell there were story threads that were dropped in the middle of the show and narrative threads that weren't followed through with. Yet this show is still god tier. I'm sorry but a show about a gang of gay anti-capitalists deserves all of my praise, even if the script is shaky at times.

Yok is my one true love, the light of my life, my favorite character of all time. First was so good as this character but Gun was definitely the standout actor in this series. Gun is an absolute powerhouse and he really showed his chops in Not Me.

I doubt this is the first time gay marriage is brought up in a BL but I feel like Not Me is really a turning point in allowing BL to be more explicitly political and queer. This show literally changed the game.

1: Triage !!!

Its a medical drama, its a time travel sci-fi, its an (almost) tragic romance. What more could you want. I try not to expect much from BLs with high concepts like this but damn this show blew me away. It takes a lot for me to have a strong emotional reaction to a show and yet I violently sobbed at least three separate times while watching this. Never has a show destroyed me so much emotionally. And it pains me every day that more people have not seen this show, though its understandable bc its so hard to watch for international fans (god bless dramacool). I highly HIGHLY recommend everyone try to get their hands on this show.

[taldigi]

Hello good morning/day/night I’m a bit lost when it comes to Nathan from gym club and whats “canon” and fanon with him, could u help me?

So someone had found that in an old.. like, 2010 publication, there was a small report on the then in-development concept Lady Bug. Here:

so TLDR: The canon was that he's gorgeous, his name is nathan, and he was in the gym club. He was also marinette's love interest. Anything past that is "fanon". If concept stuff can even be considered fanon.

now, if you want a heavy breakdown, continue on.

So, introductory stuff: an idea in this fandom is that there are "concept characters" like Felix, Richard, Adoni, the Quantic Kids- more obscure designs like Sebastian, Flora, and Alina. Characters who don't exist in the canon 3D series- or at least not recognisable AS these characters.

For example, Melodie may have been developed into "Flora" (a fan name I like to use) who was later developed into Chloe.

They are so wildly different, it's easy to separate them into different characters. Chloe would never be friends with Marinette willingly, but Melodie or Flora are easily depicted as close friends of hers. It explains why she's a hero- at least on a meta sense.

So, back on track.

"Felix" was a design used very heavily in a LOT of concept work, He was Chat Noir's secret identity, Marinette's crush, and a boxer.

From the Artbook, Felix is described like this: "Felix is a classmate of Marinette, and he’s popular among girls. ... He has a speciality on athletics and boxing, and when he rotates his ring he can transform to Chat Noir."

Marinette is described like this: Marinette lives as a normal student at day.... Marinette is in love with Felix, but she doesn’t know Chat Noir is Felix in transformation.

Please keep that description in mind.

It was so established, in fact, that was the design that moved foreword for the PV. So he tends to be the most Well-Known because he DID get to star in some animation!

Felix' design got reused for Adrien's cousin, so the two characters get confused a lot. In a meta sense, Concept Art Felix is closer to Adrien then he is to Felix GDV.

However, he was later developed and changed into Adrien, the character that currently takes the role of Chat Noir. Adrien is notable for being attractive enough to be a model, and participates in the fencing club. Oh. He's also Marinette's Crush.

However, these were not the only designs that existed. Some of the earlier ones got pretty weird. Since the only thing that kept them strung together was the fact that this this character was the secret identity of Chat Noir as well as Marinette's Crush.

I'm quite fond of using some of these to depict Nathan.

So it's safe to assume that...

Nathan COULD be a preliminary name chosen BEFORE Felix was chosen- as names and identities were fluid. Early Marinette was Marietta, after all.

Him being in the gym club DOES mirror the fact that in concept work, Felix was noted to be a boxer as well as Adrien being a fencer- and that Marinette often chose to try and impress Felix by getting into athletics herself.

Nathan is labeled as gorgeous enough that Marinette is tempted to misuse her good luck powers to score a date with him. Something that Marinette would do frequently with Felix. Not so much with Adrien, but we're aware of her crush on him so it's hard to argue. With Felix' popularity with girls and Adrien... well.. Adrien being a model and also being fought over constantly....

This is like, an early publication. Its hard to argue that due to how early it is and how much lines up, or that it's fake- the site seems legit, but personally idk.

Also, it could just be a fluke in the report. Maybe this early Chat Noir identity character wasn't really named Nathan? But hey, concept fandom takes what scraps it gets. and pairing that up with how creepy early Chat was.. well, you get the picture. It's all trying ones best to tie up string, it's all fun.

most importantly, it gives me a new character to use. and I will use him for evil. i promise.

[floralovebot]

oh are we talking about racism rn? cool cool i have thoughts

the defeminization of the other winx can definitely be rooted in misogyny however the defeminization of musa and aisha are 100% rooted in racism.

stop making musa a walking festival in your redesigns. her entire thing was prioritizing her comfort and dreams rather than her father's wishes. she literally only wears more traditional dresses during formal events and when she wants to dress up. her magic winx or any other transformation being traditional wear doesn't make sense and is usually racism from the fandom.

nabu is indian coded. him being dark skinned and dating aisha doesn't mean he's automatically black. it's cool if you're a black fan who thought he was black because of rep but 1. please recognize his coding and 2. if you're not black or asian please reassess why you immediately thought he was black and continue to ignore his blatant coding.

trans helia headcanons are still largely problematic, especially from cis fans. insisting he's a pacifist is still racist. making him extremely unemotional is also racist.

while nabu's death is problematic in its own right, aisha not moving on would make it worse. either keep him alive or let her move on. keeping her single is never good rep.

editors and gifmakers are still whitewashing. stop that.

and stop liking and reblogging content that's whitewashed. it's been years. we talk about it constantly. it takes one fucking second to double check that a character isn't bright white. stop giving excuses and do better. take the damn L and delete shit if you notice it later. confront the op and stop making us do the dirty work.

yes we notice when you leave out the entirety of asia except for china, south korea, and japan in your melody headcanons.

joking about galatea being white is still weird.

viewing musa as a tomboy is fine. completely removing any femininity she has (and canonically is okay with), making her violently reject her culture, and making her dad much worse than he ever was is still bad.

stop giving aisha extremely straight/vaguely wavy hair in your art and redesigns??? it's shitty animation from the early 2000s yeah but her hair is absolutely meant to be textured. she has defined curls and it holds shape. it's not fucking beach waves. (hint: it's anywhere in the 3 to 4 range. stop doing 1 and 2 hairstyles.)

if a poc tells you you're being racist, getting defensive and insisting we're the bullies is just proof that you are.

learn what whitewashing is and stop thinking it's just making someone's skin tone lighter.

yeah it's weird when you make flora specifically not latina in your redesigns. that's not rep or a fun headcanon. it's erasure.

yes, it's a little weird when you redesign riven to be dark-skinned. this highly depends on you and how you're portraying him. if you continue to portray him as hyper masculine and problematic or even downright abusive (an issue on its own), then yeah keep him white <3

white people: you do not get to decide what is and isn't racism and you sure as hell don't get to argue with us about it. you may not understand, you may disagree, but you don't get to come into our spaces and argue about how you think we're wrong about racism.

fans of color: don't feel bad about blocking racists. don't feel bad about soft or hard blocking mutuals because they crossed too many lines. don't give up your safe space and integrity in the hopes of changing their minds.

this.