#my priorities are top notch

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: MARS (PART 1)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Maj. Kaidan Alenko, Lt. James Vega, and Dr. Liara T'Soni Sophie, I don't know what you are- or who. Not since Cerberus rebuilt you. For all I know, you could be their puppet- controlled by The Illusive Man himself. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[npdkondraki]

in retrospect, referring to myself as "the body" is very funny. i very much am, technically, representative of it. but i also am literally not the body. could not be more estranged from it. i am literally a jack dsaf fictive. lmfao

[kittykatkatelol]

we need to become rich by 18 so we can 1) get hrt asap 2) get top surgery asap 3) be able to invest in tattoos 4) be able to invest in a tongue split 5) be able to invest into piercings 6) get a fucking place to live

[ckret2]

Does anyone know of any coat styles that come close to Mr. What's-His-Face's coat accounting for all its weird details?

These are the details I'm sure the coat has:

VERY broad notch lapels & collar. (This is probably the least optional design feature—his collar is large enough to hide his face and that's important to the story.)

cutaway coat (the way the bottom of the coat curves from his waist down around his hips to the tails)

green plaid fabric. It looks like some kind of check, like a gingham or buffalo check, but it could be a more complicated plaid that's just being drawn like a check for simplicity

turnback cuff

single vent in the tail

Here's some details that might be there, but might just be drawn that way to simplify for a cartoon style even though it doesn't "really" look like that:

appears to only be fastened by one button

probably single-breasted (cartoony styles usually take the trouble to illustrate buttons on double-breasted coats)

it might have a solid-colored lining, but maybe they just didn't draw the plaid on the inside to make the design clearer.

no visible belt or half belt, no visible pockets, no visible epaulets

there's a line drawn down his back that might just indicate his spine but might be a single pleat. no other visible pleats.

(On top of the above, he has spats, a derby hat, gloves, and a carpet bag, which all implies late 19th-century fashion. I personally headcanon him as immortal, so he may well have lived in Gravity Falls since it was founded and has been running around in the same coat for over a century.)

Now here's my problem.

That huge huge collar? I'm only finding collars like that on outerwear designed for serious weather. Stuff like peacoats, trench coats, ulster coats, greatcoats.

Meanwhile, I'm only finding that cutaway tail style on morning coats and a few tuxedos.

the top half of him is dressed like a soldier in the trenches bracing for a winter storm and the bottom half of him is dressed like a millionaire meeting with some gentlemen to buy an oil well.

Does anybody happen to know of any coat styles that account for this mishmash he's wearing?

Disclaimer: I acknowledge that his coat was probably designed by an artist whose priority was "make something that looks visually appealing" with no interest in whether such a garment exists in real life. My question isn't "is this real or not," it's "what real thing comes closest to it."

[sheerfreesia007]

Too Early For This

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Word count: 2,961

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: Felix is your date match up for your college’s event, but what happens he takes you to your own cafe that you co-own with your siblings? Will the date flop?

A/N: Divider was created by @enchanthings-a, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

The material of your hoodie consumes you as you exit your last class of the evening and begin walking down the hallway towards the exit. You slip your earbuds into your ears and press play on the playlist that has kept your attention for the week. Your eyes are tiredly trained down on the ground as you make your way out of the building and you wonder for the millionth time this semester who thought it was a good idea for you to take night classes. You’re trying to finish your degree in business that you’ve been sitting on for almost two years now. You hadn’t meant to let it get this long for you to finish but with the surge in popularity in the cafe that you co-owned with your brother and sister that had taken priority over your degree.

It was a year ago that you, your brother and sister had come up with the idea of opening a cafe near your university. Both your brother and sister lived in the area and with you going to school here now they had figured it would be the perfect place to open a cafe. Not to mention you were all really close and all had a desire to have something that you all had created together. At first the cafe hadn’t gathered much attention but when you started to experiment with your pastry recipes all the students had become hooked. It had gotten so big within the last six months that you now had a new theme each month for your pastries and everyone was eager for them.

The cafe had gotten so busy lately that you had paused your schooling for the past six months and had only just started finding the time and desire to finish your degree. It had come in the form of night classes unfortunately because you had to still get up early in the morning to open the cafe and start the baking process for the day. But you knew in the end it would all be worth it when you had your business degree and would be able to offer more to the cafe with that degree. 

Just as you jog down the steps at the front of the building your shoulder knocks into someone and your head whips up in surprise, an apology already falling from your lips.

”I’m so sorry!” You say hurriedly and your eyes widen when you see all the paper that the person had been holding go flying through the air. You stand there in shock before you move quickly to start gathering the papers. “I’m really so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You say worriedly before you hear a soft chuckle from beside you. You lift your head and see the guy shaking his head as he grins softly to himself.

”It’s just a fitting end to the weird week I’ve had.” He says goodnaturedly and you grimace softly before nodding your head.

”I hear ya on that.” You say in commiseration and he looks over at you with wiry smile.

”Bad week?” He asked softly and you nod in agreement.

”Not necessarily bad but busy.” You tell him softly. “I just started night classes to finish my business degree while still working full time at my cafe.” You explain and he tilts his head to the side curiously.

”You own a cafe already but are going for a business degree?” He asks bewildered and you chuckle softly at him as you nod your head while still gathering the papers littered on the ground.

”Co-owner with my two siblings. We own Campus Cravings.” You tell him and watch as his eyes widen to near saucers.

”You’re one of the owners of Campus Cravings?? I love that place! The coffee is top notch and the pastries are soooo good! I love the monthly themes!” He begins to gush and then suddenly stops as a blush brightens his cheeks making you chuckle.

”Well thanks for the ego boost. I’ll let my sister know her coffee is top tier. She’ll love to hear that.” You tell him and he stares at you wide eyed for a second.

”You’re the baker?” He asks in a hushed tone which makes you grin at him while nodding your head.

”The one and only.” You tell him proudly and he grins excitedly at you.

”Can you tell me what the theme for February is going to be or is that a trade secret?” He asked eagerly and you chuckle softly at him before shaking your head. You slip your hand into your hoodie pocket and pull out a one free pastry card that you always keep on you just in case and hand it to him.

”I can’t tell you theme but you can use this to get the new themed pastry when it comes out.” you tell him and he grins widely while taking the card.

”Thank you so much!” He said happily before you hand him the papers that you had gathered for him.

”What is all this stuff anyway?” You ask curiously as you look down at the papers in your hand and he bounces in place for a moment before looking back up at you.

”Valentine’s Date Match Up Event that the student council is hosting next month. Have you signed up for it?” He asked with a head tilt and you shake your head at his question.

”I barely have time for sleep now let alone dating.” You say and he chuckles while nodding his head. 

“Do you mind if I fill it out for you? It’s just preferences on what your ideal date would be. We match you up with someone who has the same preferences and then they’ll contact you for a date.” He says eagerly and you frown softly before begrudgingly nodding your head.

”Alright what’s the worse that could happen.” you tell him and he excitedly asks you questions before jotting down your answers on a blank sheet of paper. He thanks you for the free pastry and the answers you gave him before he rushing into the building behind you causing you to chuckle before a large yawn takes over your face. You then continue on your trek back to your apartment to get some much needed sleep before having to go into work.

The morning of Valentine’s Day finds you in the back of the cafe even before the sun has begun to rise. It’s going to be a busy day for the cafe and you’ve come in earlier than anyone else so that you can get the pastries started before the opening. It’s also your day off today but because your latest creations Eat My Heart Out cherry tarts, Sweeter Than Candy raspberry swirl cupcakes, and Be Mine chocolate croissant drizzled with honey and wild berry glaze, were a big hit and often ran out midway through the day.

You didn’t mind coming in on your day off this morning, you enjoyed what you did at the cafe and oddly enough your date that you had been matched up with during the event at your college had made reservations for breakfast at your cafe. Yong.Lix had emailed you about a week ago telling you excitedly that he had made reservations at the cafe Campus Cravings and how excited he was to take you there since it was one of his favorite places to eat. He had even gushed about the pastries and that he had asked for one of each for the two of you to share.

When you had first gotten the email it took you a few times of reading through it for you to understand before you laughed softly at the chances of having a date at your own cafe. You had to laugh at his good taste even if you knew your siblings would tease you endlessly for going on a date at your cafe.

Working diligently you manage to get the first batch of pastries in the oven before prepping the rest of the ingredients for the rest of the day. Once you get all of that done Greg one of your bakers comes into the cafe to start his shift and he greets you warmly.

”Happy Valentine’s Day boss lady.” He says cheerfully and you chuckle at him softly before wiping your hand across your brow. “I thought you were off today.” He said curiously and you nodded your head at him before smiling softly.

”C’mon even when I’m off you know I can’t stay that far away.” You tell him and he laughs loudly at you before he puts on his apron and begins to play the radio loud as he starts setting up for the day. “I’ll help you for a little bit longer before I have to go get ready.” You tell him and he nods his head while smiling at you.

The hours pass quickly and soon you realize that your date is going to be happening in only twenty minutes. You quickly take your apron off as your eyes dart around to the other bakers and chefs that have come in to start their shift before you’re grabbing your backpack and heading to the bathroom so that you can get ready. It only takes you ten minutes to slip into your soft pink sundress that falls to your knees, your soft cozy light brown sweater that covers your body in warmth and a pair of white sneakers. You decide to only a light makeup before you’re heading out of the bathroom and towards the office where you stash your backpack so that you don’t have to keep it on you during the date.

Once all of that is done you’re quickly heading to the front of the cafe and stand there shocked to see how busy it is already. Looking around the cafe you spot a tall blonde haired man sitting at one of the tables with a single pink rose on the table over the plate across from him. You smile as you walk over to him and he looks up with a wide grin on his face. He quickly stands and holds his hand out for you.

”Felix?” You ask with a soft smile on your face and he nods his head before you take his hand and shake it.

”Please have a seat. I’m glad you came.” He said happily and you smile at him before nodding your head as you slip into the seat across from him. It doesn’t take long for one of the waitresses to come walking over to your table and when she notices you her steps falter and her eyes widen.

”Uh, hey boss.” She greets you and you smile at her before subtly shaking your head and she quickly nods once before turning back to the table as a whole. Felix smiles slightly unsure as his eyes dart between you and the waitress but doesn’t say anything. “Welcome to Campus Cravings, what can I get for you today?” She greets and then asks. Felix orders his drink before looking towards you to order. Once your orders are placed the waitress leaves the two of you look over at Felix before quickly raising your hand to your mouth to cover the large yawn that overtakes your face. Felix grins widely at you as his eyes sparkle with delight.

”Too early for you?” He asks teasingly and you chuckle at him before shaking your head. 

“I’m taking night classes to finish up my business degree while working full time.” You explain to him and his eyes widen at your words just as another yawn overtakes you which causes Felix to giggle softly at you while you roll your eyes. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve asked what would be a good time for you instead of just choosing now.” He said sounding a little embarrassed. “What’s your job?” Felix asks and you smile fondly just as your drinks arrive at the table.

”I’m a baker.” You tell him and his eyes widen before they dart around the cafe and you bite your tongue as he suddenly looks at you with a slight grimace.

”Wow, I really should have asked some questions before planning this date.” He said softly and you chuckled softly before shaking your head at him.

”Nah, you’re perfectly fine.” You tell him with a soft smile. Just as you open your mouth to ask Felix about his studies Greg comes walking over to your table with a grimace on his face.

”Hey boss lady.” He greets you and nods his head at Felix before turning back to you. Felix is watching the interaction quietly with wide eyes and you look up at Greg with a soft frown. “One of the mixers is on the fritz again. We can’t get it to work. I hate to pull you away but if we don’t get it running we’re gonna be down for the pastries today.” He explains and you nod your head before you stand from your chair. Turning back to Felix you can see him watching you silently with interest consuming his face.

”I’m sorry Felix. But I have to go help them in the back before it gets too busy and service is impacted.” You tell him and he quickly stands as his eyes flit between you and Greg.

”You work here?” He asks curiously and Greg scoffs softly.

”She’s a co-owner.” Greg tells him and Felix’s eyes widen which causes you to grin at him softly.

”I really should’ve asked some questions.” Felix says softly which makes you laugh loudly before shaking your head. “Can I come with you?” He asks suddenly and you look at him curiously before nodding your head at him and guiding him to the back. You can see your sister behind the counter as she raises her eyebrows at you and a smirk on her face.

When you get to the back of the cafe you head over to the one mixer that has been giving the cafe problems for the past month no matter how many times you get it fixed. You quickly remove your sweater and Felix is at your side already taking if from your hands as you move behind the mixer and start looking at the cords that power it.

”So you’re a co-owner, one of the siblings?” Felix asked curiously and you hum at him as you begin to fidget with the wires. “This is so embarrassing to bring you on a date to your own cafe.” He mumbles and you chuckle at him before grinning softly at him.

”You were so excited I didn’t have the heart to tell you. But I gotta say you got good taste.” You tease him gently and he laughs loudly at your words. You yawn widely as you jiggle another wire and suddenly the mixer turns on and you cheer happily.

”Next date I’ll have to take you somewhere that you don’t co-own.” Felix says teasingly and you look up at him surprised as you slip out from behind the mixer.

”Next date?” You ask surprised and Felix grins widely down at you.

”Of course I gotta redeem myself. This was a poor first date.” He tells you and chuckle softly before shaking your head.

”What do you say to getting breakfast to go and we go have a picnic at the downtown fountain?” You suggest and his face instantly brightens at your words. He’s quickly nodding his head at you and you can’t stop your smile from slipping onto your face.

”That sounds great. Then I’ll walk you home so that you can get some much needed sleep.” Felix says as he turns to head towards the front. “I’ll go pay for our meals.” He says and you stop him quickly with a hand on his elbow as you shake your head.

”Wanna try one of each and give me your feedback?” You ask and his eyes widen before his head eagerly nods. “You can pay for the next date.” You tease him softly and he flushes prettily at your words which makes you smile.

You quickly move around the back of the cafe and grab one of each breakfast item and pastry before slipping them into bags. You guide Felix through the back to the office to grab your backpack where your brother smirks at you and Felix knowingly.

”Working on your first date?” Your brother teases you and you scoff at him as you grab your backpack.

”Had to see your pretty face on Valentine’s Day like always.” You tease him back and he scoffs at you. “Oh, I’m going to do some research and find a new mixer to replace the one that’s been giving us problems.” You tell him over your shoulder before guiding Felix out to the front.

”Here sweetheart, drinks to go.” Your sister singsongs at you and you roll your eyes at her as Felix takes the drinks from her with a bright smile on her. “Treat him right and don’t scare him away!” She calls out loudly as you duck your head while heading out of the cafe as Felix laughs while following you out. He helps you into your sweater before shyly grabbing your hand after he slips your backpack over his shoulders.

”So any other cafes you co-own or own?” He asks teasingly and you smile at him teasingly. “I need to know where I can and can’t take you on our dates.” He teases and you laugh loudly at him as you lead him down the street towards the fountain feeling butterflies start to flutter in your stomach.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @simpforleeknaur, @inlovewithstraykids

@channiesrightasscheek

[salty-an-disco]

What chapters would you say are your favourite characterisations for each of the voices? I ask because a lot of the way they act is very much based on what chapter they’re in :3c

Ooooohhh, that's a good one…… I take all the different ways they're portrayed in these chapters in consideration to inform different facets of them, but if I were to choose a favorite, let's see–

Contrarian: As much as I like seeing their more spiteful side in Fury and Apotheosis, and their line readings in Razor is fucking top-notch, nothing can beat the character arc they go through in Stranger for me. It's just. so good. Love this clown who's full of resentment and guilt <3

Cheated: Torn between Cage and Wraith…… Wraith, because seeing her bond with Cold over their mutual hatred for the narrator is just so fun, and how she goes about suggesting throwing Wraith in the pit ("Fuck those two. Let's flip the table!" how Contrarian of you Cheated) is just incredible to me. But I also really like how Cage shows that as sympathetic as Cheated can be, she can still fall into doing cruel things just to assert control over her circumstances, even to her own detriment. That's some good stuff.

Skeptic: EotN Skeptic, my beloved…… I feel like after pris-cut, people started focusing too much on Cage for Skeptic's characterization. Which doesn't feel fair, when that's him at his most stressed and desperate to cling to any semblance of control. It's still a very interesting look into his character, but people seem to be taking that as his default, and not him in dire circumstances. In Eye of the Needle, though, Skeptic is much calmer and even friendly, trying to gas Stubborn up to get him to help. He has a theory and a very simple set of circumstances to test, and even seems a bit excited to test it. Also shout out to Den Skeptic, the moment when he realizes the Princess is more than just a moment is everything to me. He's got low empathy, but he tries to be fair to others <3

Smitten: Sighs, really wish we got to see more of him, really feels like out of anyone, his character is really underexplored, which is a shame. Character-wise, though, gotta give it to Burned Grey. He's just…… so fucking devastated, lashing out at everyone around him, and the way he quickly switches up the moment we see the princess aikskkdmdk This chapter is what really shows where Smitten's priorities are to me. Her safety. Her happiness. At the expense of anyone and anything, even himself. And if he has to hurt, to burn alive, to get to it, he will.

Stubborn: Listen…… the way he managed to have such good chemistry with Adversary despite never speaking to her directly is just sijsjddjjdjdjf SO GOOD SIKSKDKJDKFJ. And I love, LOOOOOVE how he isn't the cliché 'ew, emotions' kinda tough guy. No, he feels, and he feels STRONGLY, you can even get him and Ada to sob in this route I'm just simskjdmdjjdjfj THEM!!!

Broken: Call me a contrarian (heh), but I love seeing Broken getting worse and doubling down on his devotion lol. It's more engaging, OK? And how spiteful and even mean he gets in Tower-Fury is just so good akmskkdmmdjdjd

Hunted: Den with Skeptic…… Just. Seeing this lil guy who was so so afraid of Beast finally get to understand her, to connect to her, and be the one urging you to reach out to her is SO GOOD. Also, the ending where you end up trapped under the rocks with her, when Hunted realizes there's no escape, and it just says it'll lay down and rest for a moment…… OUGH.

Opportunist: Gotta go with Wraith for him too aikskdjdjdjdis Not only is him hilarious there, but also surprisingly competent??? He actually manages to successfully suck up to the princess here???? The surprise factor of it matched with just how funny he is really bumped him up for me when I first saw this version of the route lol

Cold: Another one where their own route just can't be beaten to me akmskddmxmdm. I just love how even after murdering her in cold blood and suggesting we try to kill her again, Cold still gets along with the Princess so well. I also just really like his insights in this route when you decide to free her, about where does a world ends and another begins. It just goes to show how detached he is from reality. (Also, him casually insulting the Narrator every other sentence is just too good lol).

Paranoid: Apotheosis……… What I think is interesting though, is that while on the outside, it looks like Paranoid is 'winning' here, I think she's never been losing it more. She just confirmed that there are no fucking rules. This world is whatever they think it can be. And for someone with a lot of intrusive thoughts (no, it isn't Cold who's 'intrusive thoughts personified', stop calling him that, it's medically inaccurate and honestly insulting to people who actually suffer from intrusive thoughts), the mere idea of it is TERRIFYING. And I think she reaizes that just as they go to that epic fight, which is why she laughs like that, and why the fall is so hard on her and immediately makes her back down and feel like everything's doomed again. For a person full of delusions and intrusive thoughts, the construct is a fucking nightmare world (pun intended).

Hero: Now, for him, I just can't choose one route for his characterization. Out of all the voices, I think he's the most important one to really take into account how he can act in each route when characterizing him. I love his complexities and different facets so much, I made them into a plural system wkmsdmdkdmd he's just. sighs. Hero, my beloved <3

[theshiftingwitch]

Possessive, obsessive, slightly deranged:

Dark romance Subliminal

I got the request from the latest success story I posted about my obsession Subliminal so I turned the notch up a bit (or a lot)

If you want your man slightly toxic, completely unhinged, massively jealous and possessive, welcome to the jungle!

Affirmations:

My SP is obsessed with me

My SP is crazy possessive when it comes to me

My SP is jealous of anyone who looks at me

My SP is crazy jealous of anyone who even breathes the same air as me.

He belongs to me and I belong to him and he always reminds me of that

He never fails to show everyone that I'm his

He is always by my side

He is crazy about me

He is insanely obsessed with me

He refuses to entertain anyone but me

He doesn't even acknowledge other women when we're together

He is insanely protective of me

My Safety and wellbeing are his top priority

Whenever we're together he's always touching me

Hands on my waist, on my thigh, on the small of my back. Holding my hands, arms wrapped around my shoulders, he always has to be touching me one way or another.

He needs me more than he needs air

He maintains eye contact whenever he's speaking to me.

He's always looking at me like I'm the most precious thing that ever walked the earth.

He's hyperfixated on my safety and joy

He's constantly by my side whenever we go out

He treats me like his queen and never fails to show me off

He is proud to be mine and he shows it

He is exactly the brand of toxic I like

He is my perfect match

He is overprotective of me because he refuses to lose me

He is devoted to me

He has never wanted anyone or anything more than he wants me

He sees me as his divine match, his better half, the best thing that ever happened to him.

Safety precautions because I know you bitches are crazy :

I am always safe and sound

He always respects my boundaries

He never forces me into anything I don't want

He trusts me completely

He never breaks my trust in him

We have an open and honest relationship

I maintain my autonomy and my free will at all times because this is my reality and his behaviour is the perfect reflection of my desires at all times.

PS: if you want a female version of this sub, let me know.

Happy manifesting ❤️

[bimboficationblues]

one thing that I think typifies bad or ill-conceived comic book opinions: the idea of a character being "out of character." this is not a purely audience problem; by emphasizing historical continuity and the relationship between the texts, Big 2 Comics invite you to think about their characters as though they possess a contiguous identity through all or most of their appearances. this is most evident in Spider-Man where the 2007 decision to keep Peter Parker locked in perpetual stasis infuriated fans so bad that you can't talk about contemporary Spider-Man anywhere without people malding. (that was not the only factor behind said malding.)

but, my point is comic characters only really have the appearance of unity or identity; all the different incarnations of Batman over the years from different writers and artists are really just different characters wearing the same collection of symbols as skin, with different emphases and additions or subtractions, and it's how those symbols get combined and new elements are introduced - and how those speak to the reader - that makes or breaks a good Batman story. the paranoiac thug, the man with a plan for everything, the urban myth, the jetsetting detective, the incarnation of everlasting grief, the one that is George W. Bush, the one who takes a bunch of Joker juice and becomes The Debil, they're all real and what lands or doesn't will probably depend on other, higher aesthetic priorities, what the representation *says*.

another comic opinion: the idea of a "love letter to a character" or whatever is not an inherently virtuous trait of a comic. superhero characters are not like inherently interesting, they are interesting for like, their ability to mix genres in a dynamic way, and for what they say and represent about us, for the philosophies and irrationalities that they conjure in us. something like Waid and Samnee's Daredevil or Ewing and Bennett's Immortal Hulk or Morrison/Quitely on All-Star Superman, I think go beyond just expanding or exploring a mythos and touch on bigger and resonant emotional ideas (depression and optimism, the social meaning of rage, mortality and legacy and symbolic aspiration). I don't think every comic can or should be on that level, and there is respect to be found in stuff that isn't that, but just fixating on the character's in-universe features at the expense of their symbolic, resonant qualities, what they communicate to and about us, is a missed chance.

another comic opinion: over-fixation on writers. comics are a visual medium with a relatively low barrier to entry as reader or creator and this is what distinguishes them from other narrative mediums. one thing that the best of shonen manga excel at while Anglo-American comics flounder is their visuals. there are artists who are willing to play with the Anglo-American form but there's a lot who are just doing swagless versions of Jim Lee and Bryan Hitch.

it's very noticeable to me that the Absolute and Ultimate books that have been the most successful have been those that have really distinct visual styles, a lot of dynamism or expression, and really talented colorists working with top-notch artists (Marco Checchetto, Peach Momoko, Nick Dragotta, Hayden Sherman, and although he's very much in house style I really love the character expressions and vibrancy of Juan Frigeri's Ultimates - despite being understated it has a real energy to it).

[iwriteasfotini]

I think I love poly-ships and thus I feel like there is something wrong with me for not liking Jegulily. Granted, I have never read a Jegulily fic, but to be honest it isn't high on my priority list. I would read one, just to give it a shot. But the author would need to be top notch at writing characterization as I don't think how I HC these characters would support this dynamic (mostly Regulus is way too possessive and James is way too into Regulus and Lily is just way too into her own things). I'd need someone else to paint an incredibly convincing picture for me to absorb.

I wonder if part of the appeal of Jegulily is that it could technically be canon compliant? Apart from that, I guess I'm unsure what the appeal is. But I have no problem with people enjoying that ship! I feel like I'm the weird one for not being fully on board with it. To each their own I suppose.

[maxwellatoms]

Would you trust ANY Korean studio for hand-drawn animation today? I ask because, when The Powerpuff Girls came back in 2016, I noticed how slow and stiff the Korean animation was. Since then, most Burbank cartoons animated in Korea, namely Cartoon Network shows, have been like that — mostly on 2s & with less inbetweening. Look at any Digital eMation episode of Victor and Valentino or Samurai Jack Season 5; do they animate as loosely and smoothly as Digital eMation episodes of Billy & Mandy do?

Sure I would. It would all depend on the studio and the circumstances. There are good studios and bad studios, and either of those will treat your show differently based on their perception of how valuable it is to their client. In the early 2000s Rough Draft was a top-notch studio. One of the reasons I switched over to eMation from Rough Draft was that I felt like Rough Draft was putting all of its resources into making Samurai Jack look beautiful, and we were still calling retakes on three year old issues. I knew we weren't a priority to Rough Draft, and I knew that stemmed from Cartoon Network's negotiations with them, so my griping was only going to get us so far. It seemed to me that I needed a studio that was smaller and scrappier like we were. We were putting in a lot of work on our end to make cool stuff and it wasn't ending up on the screen, so we needed people who were just as hungry on the back-end, and eMation stepped up.

There's also the fact, though, that animation itself has changed a lot in the last fifteen years. Powerpuff Girls and Samurai Jack's animation always seemed to have an air of "motion comics" to it. And frankly, that's part of what I love about it. It was all a throwback to the old UPA cartoons, which were built on strong, clear poses and made for the cost equivalent of a turkey dinner. Likewise, CN storyboard artists usually had around four weeks to write and draw their boards on paper, so there just wasn't time to take the effort to do anything too complex. It was all about snapping between those 300-ish storyboard drawings and momentarily savoring them for their humor and design mastery. Now we have tons of digital tools that make the basics of animation a lot more accessible to everyone, and have changed the entire studio pipeline. Things just won't look like they used to because nobody makes them that way anymore.

When I've had to choose an overseas animation studio, the network's production arm usually gives me one or three choices and tells me that's all there is. Deals have already been made. (Sometimes they make you pick two to save on costs, which (IMO) usually results in two studios that are less functional than any one of them would have been.) The studios usually have reels, so that gives you a basic idea of what they can do. You can (hopefully) find some other show creators who have worked with the studios and get an honest review. It's an important enough decision that it's worth whatever research you can put into it. Even over good bones, an ill-fitting skin can ruin the mood.

The most important thing to remember, I think, is that it's your job and your crew's job to make animating the show as easy as possible. Really, it's everyone's job to make the next person in line's job as simple as they can. Ideally, there shouldn't be a lot of questions because the materials you sent down the chain are clear.

So... yeah. I'd still trust Korean studios as much as I'd trust any overseas or domestic animation studio. You get out of them what you put into them by feeding them money and your own labor. It's quite possible that the shows you mentioned didn't do enough of either.

I imagine the overseas studios are hurting right now, so who knows what that landscape is even going to look like in a few years.

As with every step of the process making a TV show, you just sort of have to weigh your options and find the path.

Hmm. That got long.

[nolita-fairytale]

Top Gun: Maverick????? So if I say…Javy “Coyote” Machado…dom…and I’ll let you pick the rest. Go wild even

"Yes Sir" -- Dom!Javy "Coyote" Machado Headcanons:

a/n: slowly making my way through the rest of my requests, cuties!! this headcanon is nsfw and is 18+ so minors, do the thing and keep scrolling, bbs. second, @creativitybeware i decided to do this as a headcanon set after the events of top gun.

dom!coyote thots:

as a fellow aviator, you meet javy in corpus christi, swearing to yourself that you will NOT be falling for his southern charm and perfect smile.

the fact that he is best friends with hangman is red flag number one... so you swear to yourself that you won't become another plaything of the dynamic fuckboi duo that is the javy and jake show.

but boy are you wrong about javy, something you learn when you get called back to top gun for a top secret mission, a pilot program you discover is in its third iteration.

this third dagger mission is when you learn that javy machado, when jake seresin isn't glued to his side, is a perfect southern gentleman. he says please and thank you, his hero is his mom, and he always show respect with a 'yes ma'am' and 'yes sir' that comes from growing up a machado AND being a military man.

after playing wingman all night long, you're not shocked when hangman leaves the bar with phoenix, the sexual tension thick between the two of them. it gives javy the opportunity to swoop in and talk to you. maybe it's the tequila sodas, and it's definitely the cocky grin on his face when he asks you if you wanna get out of here that convince you to take him back to the barracks, but tonight, you find out the javy is also a perfect gentleman in the bedroom too.

while the teasing is all just a fun game of cat and mouse, javy's number one priority is your pleasure.

as someone who has to make quick decisions and think on your feet, the bedroom is the last place that you want to be in control and you have no reservation in asking for exactly what you want.

"so good for me. you wanna be my good girl?" he grunts, as he thrusts in and out of you.

"no. don't wanna be good. and i don't want you to be gentle, coyote," you manage to get out?

"you wanna be a brat, baby? you could've just said so. should've known you liked it rough."

night after night, for the rest of leave, javy has under him, on top of him, in front of him, straddling his face as you cry out his name. dom!javy absolutely loves to tie you up and edge you till you're begging for him to let you come.

hear me out, but dom!javy also loves to spank you, especially when he's hittin' it from behind. especially when you're being a brat. especially when it's followed up with him pulling your hair, wrapping a hand around your throat to give enough pressure that it feels near euphoric.

also hi i know it's cliche and i'm not sorry. rank. kink. "lieutenant." hell, you even call him lieutenant commander just to rile him up, even though that promotion his a ways off.

"fuck, baby. i love it when you call me that. say it again." "please lieutenant commander." and if you're feeling really sweet, "captain."

yeah, javy likes to roleplay too.

but aside from the rough sex and javy absolutely being an absolute dog in the sheets... his aftercare game is top notch, always ready to clean you up, or a draw up a bath.

"javy, baby, will you please run a bath for us?" "yes, ma'am."

[another-lost-mc]

Hello, long time lurker only followed recently, somehow? I thought I was. Anyway, I just wanna say you’re one of my favorite fic writers ever for any fandom.

Your worldbuilding is excellent and intriguing, and OCs so charming! Honestly you’ve gotten me tempted to post about my own OM worldbuilding headcannons and OCs on occasion. Even aside from all that, I just really enjoy your writing. Great pacing, top-notch descriptors, you’ve just made a good style!

Seeing your stuff just makes my day, I don’t know how else to put it!

Hello new friend! I recognize names that pop up in my notifications including yours and I'm glad you enjoy my writing so much. <3 You know what, sometimes I feel like a lurker on my own blog lol.

My writing schedule has been wildly erratic this year and uh...yeah, OC brain rot has something to do with it. 👀 Also work but y'know, whatcha gonna do. Anyway, I've been having fun world building and filling in some of the canon lore gaps (especially for the neglected Celestial Realms and my beloved angels).

Someone sent me an ask about Simeon and the current Nightbringer plot line which...well, I do have thoughts about it, but I need to explain some of my personal world building for it to make sense. So, here's some of what's cooking in the drafts (for related asks or world building in general):

Courtship, Bonding, and Bond Sickness (Angels/Demons, related to the Simeon ask so bumping it up the priority list a bit)

Grace, Weapons, and Elemental Affinity (Angels)

Language, Communication, and Technology (Three Realms but mostly Angels/Demons)

Politics and Social Hierarchy (Angels/Demons)

Education and the Development of RAD (Demons)

Death and Rebirth Cycles (Angels/Demons but mostly in the context of Bathin's previous life and current incarnation)

Reproduction and Offspring (Angels/Demons, mostly tied into the random breeding kink blurb I posted last week)

Anyway, thanks for your kind words and I appreciate your reaching out. If you post OCs or worldbuilding of your own, I would love to see them!

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.12<< >>Ch.14

Chapter 13: Every Time I Look into Your Eyes, I See It...

Word count: 4.9K

Miguel was always in his element. Handling anomalies, keeping the other spiders from straying off a beaten path, and having everything follow on that continuous track.

His operation of guarding the multiverse was priority number one.

However, that has slipped off the radar by a notch or two.

Now it was you.

You managed to wiggle your way to the top spots, and he would turn a slight blind eye to his work. You just happened to be as important to him.

You were the undisturbed composure he didn't know he truly wanted. No matter how bad the day was going or has gone, you would be there with that gentle, patient smile. This domestic lifestyle you present and bless him with.

It still baffles him that you chose to be with him among all people. That a person who is the elation of life and a soothing paradise picked someone who is as grim and disparaging as him.

You were someone who loved him.

A sentiment he hasn't encountered in any capacity since Gabriella. He replays the moment he finally found the courage to ask you about how you drowsily revealed that you loved him.

Miguel lied on your couch, listening to the sounds of your humming and clanking from pots and utensils. His mind was floating back to that night. Those three little words clung to him, daring not to evacuate.

“You know, I've been thinking of getting a pet. Maybe a cat or a parakeet will make the place a bit more lively. Do you think you're more of a cat or bird person? Well, you strike me as a cat, but a bird could also suit you.” 

He didn't catch anything that was said; he was still stuck on that confession.

Confused, you turned your attention to him when he didn't respond.

You eventually caught on that he was in an inattentive state, and you knew that once that mindset settled within him, you could only wait until he left the realm he succumbed himself to.

Piling his plate with risotto, you tip-toed by him and slid the food on the coffee table in front. You were cautious about not wanting to disturb him when, suddenly, his hand wrapped around yours.

His claws were drawn back, and those usual heavily bagged, fatigued red-brown eyes had an extra layer of passing curiosity. You stepped over until you were in front, pulling both hands in yours and loosely lacing your fingers in his.

“Did you mean it?” Miguel curled his down, fully interlocking them together.

“Did I mean what? Getting a pet companion?”

“No, no, when you said you…”

You blinked several times, staying hushed. Miguel veered his eyes away from yours but placed them back, wanting that gentleness.

“When you said you loved me, did you mean it? Or was it sleepiness? It must have been, right? I've been telling myself that the night you uttered that phrase, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Surely it was the tiredness; it had to be! My brain is convincing me that's the reason, but another part is saying that it's not–”

Thud.

Miguel stiffened at your display of affection. You moved his hands to your hips and yours to his shoulders.

Your comforting gaze melted away his spew instantly. Your nose rubbed against his—that beautiful smile he adored being blessed with seeing.

“Yes. I meant every word, Miguel. I know it's such a strong thing to say, but I feel that bond whenever I'm around you, mi Estrella. That love, that bliss, that safety, and so much more that you give. I always wonder to myself how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

Miguel gave a tilted smile. “That's what I should be saying about you. How did I get you?”

You both share a quick laugh, dwindling it faster than it began.

“Miguel, with all my heart, you mean everything to me, and if you also allow it, I want to be with you until the end of our olden days. Even when those marigolds and lavenders have bloomed, I will want to trek onward, finding more flowers just like them with you. Maybe even growing our own.”

“I-I…” Without fail, you made him speechless.

“And I will say this, I love you so much, truly, but you don't have to say it back if you're not comfortable. It is a terrifying yet amazing thing, so I understand if you don't. But I do know that what you've shown me and continue to do is enough for me.”

You moved your forehead and replaced it with your lips, grasping onto this for as long as you possibly could before moving away.

He could only gawk. Not a single sound left him, but you didn't mind.

“I love you, mi Estrella. Don't ever forget that.” You whispered and gave one more kiss to his lips. “Now, let's eat this risotto before it gets- Miguel!”

The next thing you knew, your back was on the sofa cushions. Miguel, with no hesitation, hungrily snatched off your pants and tore your white shirt to pieces.

“I think I'm craving something else. Something sweeter, something that brings sensations in more ways than she can count, mi Luna.” His hot breath pricked shudders from your head to your toes.

That night, you learned that it was possible for a couch and wooden floors to squeak and creak when exerted with too much pressure.

That, and you had downstairs neighbors to apologize to.

A complacent grin snuck its way on Miguel as he remembered every scream and cry of his name from your pretty little lips.

Shaking his head clear from those heavenly thoughts, he trailed his mind, wondering what the other yous were like in the multiverse. Was each one as sweet and compassionate as you? Silly and full of that lively energy?

Did they love him just as much as this one did? He would check on that soon enough.

Glancing over to check the time, he realized his 'mandatory break’ (a break he rarely even acknowledged until you) was creeping up.

“I can take it now.” 

He leapt off the platform and strided towards the exit of his office, debating whether he should surprise you at work. Would you enjoy that? You've dropped hints that you fancied when he makes random visits and how it brightens up your day.

He could make the trip and back before anyone noticed.

Passing by the many caged anomalies that've been accumulated, it was distressing how many have started appearing more frequently, but he calculated it up to a new wave of spiders being made within the multiverse, especially with the new rounds of drafted ones.

Stepping fully out of his domain, he didn’t take into account how crowded it was today. He had to be creative with stealthy sneaking out, but he would make it work. Determining which route to ensue, he made a sharp left, recalling that there were back rooms located behind a sector where the cameras were scarce so that anyone with vital awareness could know their locations.

And he was the one to have that necessary information.

Avoiding all sorts of traffic and calls for his attention, he took a quick glance behind, ready to disappear into the next section, when two certain voices made their unwelcoming appearance.

“So I finished that book you wanted me to read. I did skim through towards the end because it got too intense, and that’s saying a lot.”

“The intense parts are the ones that speak the most truth and show the true nature behind it all, Gwendy. It’s good to have the requisite facts; you don’t want Big Brother to know all that goes on behind. And speak of the main man himself.”

Miguel came to a halt, an immediate scowl on his face as Hobie placed his hands in his vest pockets and Gwen folded her arms.

“What are you two doing in this area?” He hissed at them, gaining no reaction from Hobie but an eye-roll from Gwen.

“If it’s allowed to the public, then there is nothing stopping us from exploring what goes on deep in this establishment.” Hobie retorted.

“This place is off-limits.”

“Since when?” Gwen raised her brow in a quizzical manner.

“Since now.” Miguel snapped back.

"Nah, mate, being a bit dodgy with that.” The Camden punk leaned against a nearby wall, entrapping Miguel from moving forward. “Where you headed in such a rush?”

“Don’t worry about it. Don’t you two have anything important to tend to?” Miguel casually side-stepped towards the walkway, eyeing his escape.

“Aren’t you the main one to, you know, give out the tasks at hand?” Gwen blocked him as well, unknowingly making Miguel’s left eye twitch. He was fighting everything in his power from violently raving.

“Yes, but right now I’m on my break, so you can communicate with either Lyla or Jess.”

“You take breaks? Well, from how Jess complains, I think you indulge in one too many.” Gwen mumbled under her breath, making Miguel give a hostile leer at the disinterested teen.

Didn’t he resolve that issue with Jess? All the reports were caught up, and most of the anomaly tracking was redirected to him 95 percent of the time. There was no reason for her to still be dissatisfied after all that they'd caught up on. He mentally pinned it so they could discuss what could be the problem now.

“Look, go find something to keep yourself busy, or just stay out of the way.” 

“We weren't in the way. We just happened to stroll out of the same place you are going, so shouldn't it be the other way around?” Hobie probed at his ‘leader,’ gaining a balled-up fist from him.

“Hobie.” Gwen elbowed him, shooting a grave look. A warning to quit while he was ahead.

“I’m just curious why he’s attacking us for just scouting the building he enforces us to know. Ya know what I mean? If it were off limits, wouldn’t there have been a sign up to direct us away from this particular area?” He poked the lion in his absurd, pseudo-dependent den, not caring about the aftermath that could potentially follow.

“If I said it’s off limits, it’s off limits. End. Of. Discussion.” 

“Hobie, please.” Gwen’s voice increased, only to fall flat.

“Why so sudden is what gets me. Just because you think you’re the ‘big boss,’ you believe that you can switch and swindle the rules around whenever they're applicable to you. So what are you trying to hide?”

 

WHAM.

 

Gwen flinched and silently sighed out as Miguel’s curled fist slammed against one of the support beams, leaving an indent on it. His breathing was uneven as he calmed himself.

“In. Out. In. Out…”

Gwen's face creased, and Hobie was stolid, though marginally baffled at the display in front. Miguel was crossed. His dreary eyes glazed over as he removed his fist to his side, still inhaling and exhaling sporadically.

“Can we leave? Please?” Gwen nudged Hobie, making him bow his head.

“Yeah.” 

And with that, they pivoted forward into the depths of the HQ, leaving the internally exhausted, battered man to himself.

“Was that really necessary?” Gwen furtively murmured to her friend.

“Yes. There’s something going on, whether he knows it or not. Only time will tell. I’m just giving it a kickstart.”

She could only groan at her instigator of a ‘mate’ and began to swing away, with him close behind.

He couldn’t understand why they couldn't leave him alone. Why couldn’t he just do the things they do on a daily basis? Why couldn’t he leave this hellhole of a life and go to someone who wants to participate in normal activities such as listening to records from decades ago or eating cheesy pizza while watching a cheesy film?

Why is that too much to ask for? Was it too much to ask?

Not seeking to remain any longer or allow that punk to get under his skin anymore than he already has, he headed towards the secret doorway, even more primed to spend the entirety of his break with you.

You bustled back and forth, arranging new clothing and novelty goodies all over the shop. It’s been extra busy, and it’s been taking a toll on your body. 

Ever since Jax and Freya, your other two co-workers, decided to simultaneously take a week and a half off, you had to pick up the extra hours to fulfill their duties.

“I swear they are fucking on the side, because this is ridiculous! Whatever you stack up is coming right out of their paycheck.” Ronnie nearly slammed a box of fragile ornaments on the counter before you rapidly caught her. “This is what happens when you hire lazy ass part-timers!”

“Ronnie! I’m upset too, but don’t take it out on the items, please.” You removed the package from her shaky hands into your still ones.

“Ronnie nearly breaking something? Sounds on par with her.”

Whipping your heads toward the voice. Miguel waved at the two, causing you to nearly drop the box on your foot until Ronnie took it back.

“Oh haha. You think you’re so funny. Where have you been these last few days? We could use the extra hands, you fuckfa-”

“Ronnie! Go in the back and take a breather; I can handle the register for a bit.” 

You patted the counter to alert her to leave the knickknacks, which she happily followed. Without saying another word, she stomped to her office and closed the door behind.

“I have never seen her that cynical and furious.” Miguel leaned against the wooden surface, planting a kiss on your forehead. “And why are you working again today? Aren't Thursdays your off days?”

“Two other employees dipped on us at the exact same time, and it’s been crazy busy, so the stress has been catching up to both of us.”

Miguel peered into your eyes and noticed how weary and depleted you were. You only told him that work had more customers than usual, and you would leave it there. 

It did make more sense now that he had context, as you were too tired to hang out or even stay on the phone because you would randomly pass out during the middle of a sentence.

“Ay Luna mía, ¿por qué no me dijiste que te estabas agobiando así? I would’ve come by and helped you relax these past few days. That explains why you told me not to come last night.” Miguel brushed your hair with his palms, making you shake your head.

“I didn't want you worrying. You already deal with so much; I don’t want you piling on more things, especially revolving around me.”

“Oye, no, no. You deserve to be worried about. I’m not going to have mi Luna beat and tire herself down. We can only have one of us doing that.” You and Miguel snorted at that before laying your foreheads on one another.

“I don’t want you doing that either, mi Estrella.” Your thumb caressed his sharp jawline.

Miguel planted a kiss on it. “Let me treat you, mi corazón.” 

There was no hesitation in that. He peeled his shades off and set them on the table. You timidly tilted your head, holding that adorable confusion that nearly broke him. 

“Treat me? No, you have to treat you! You go through more than me.”

“I’ve already made up my mind. This Saturday night, I’m taking you on a proper date. We haven’t really had one since the garden, so let me tend to you. Allow me to spoil one of the very few things that brightens up my life and sky.”

Now it was your turn to be left speechless. “But, but, I can’t leave Ronnie by herself.”

“If you don’t say yes to that date, I will take it for you!” Ronnie pulled her dull ginger hair into a messy bun, accentuating her gray, baggy eyes and square face.

“Besides, I’m closing the shop up early to go clubbing that day anyway. You can’t be the only one with eye candy all over you. So go.” She cheekily wiggled her eyebrows; that smug grin sat too comfortably on her face.

Miguel sauntered behind the counter and carefully squished your cheeks together.

“Por favor, mi corazón, permíteme hacer esto por ti. Por esta única noche. Déjame tratar mi cautivadora y brillante Luna."

“I-I took French…” You were greatly bashful.

“Just say yes, my girl!” Ronnie smacked a bare display model.

“Si, mi Estrella.” Your voice was hushed, but enough to be heard by him.

Two more broke on the floor.

His lips found yours for a brief second, until a rubber band was launched between you two.

“¡Oye! Sé que eres mezquino, ¡pero vamos!” Miguel growled at the owner, only receiving her tongue sticking out.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. No snogging in my store! If I can’t do it, neither can you two, so break it up. So nasty!”

Ronnie and Miguel went back and forth as you rubbed your lips with a coy smile dancing across them. Your brain was in space as you gleamed upon the one you were deeply in love with. He would always surround you in the galaxy, no matter what. That you were so lucky to have him.

That you two were lucky to have each other.

You regained your bearings when Ronnie began threatening Miguel over something nonsensical. You ended up separating the two when Ronnie plucked the undraped dress-form mannequin, nearly whacking him with it, as Miguel’s feet were planted proudly, ready for the strike.

You humorously scold the two, bossing Ronnie to take her break early.

“Fine! Not because you told me too.” She gathered her windbreaker and purse from behind the register.

“And no fucking in my store!” She snapped her fingers before darting fully when she was halfway out of the building.

Appalled by that declaration, Miguel shouted, and you eyed the register, intrigued if it could knock you out in one fell swoop. 

“Ay coño, I swear she is like a more vulgar version of Peter!” Miguel grumbled and rubbed his temples in a discontented way.

“Maybe I should meet Peter. Balance each other out.”

He scoffed at that. “And have you succumbed to that faith? No way, mi Luna, you are not suffering more than you already are.”

You blew a raspberry at him and knocked your hips into his. 

“I could handle one at a time, just not in the same vicinity.” You examined the fine figures after releasing them from their boxy prison.

“Now that I’ve witnessed Ronnie’s… tumultuous tendencies and principles, I wouldn't have them in the same proximity.” You and Miguel winced simultaneously.

You bantered back and forth, Miguel periodically slipping into the back when you had to handle a customer, appreciating the hoarded collections accumulated over the decades. Though he would get an occasional distraction when a shopper would flirt or chat with him, only to struggle when they were faced with an agitated frown or an empty glare and darkly tinted sunglasses.

When confronted or questioned about that ‘daunting, behemoth of a man’ in the back, you defended him by stating he isn’t much of a people person, and he prefers to be by himself. The few shrugged it off, refusing to go deeper, but one or two jostled, nearly causing a commotion, only to scurry when Miguel spooked them away.

How thankful you were for him.

“My break is nearly up; as much as I don’t want to leave, I have to before Jess comes at me.” Miguel checked his watch and tutted in resentment. “Will you be okay, mi corazón?”

Sprawling your arms, you dangle them off the edge of the counter.

“Nothing I can’t manage. I’ve been doing this for almost four years and I have the bat, remember? And besides, Ronnie will be back soon, so yes, I will survive!” You copied along to the song blasting overhead, tossing one arm in the air, and receiving a chesty laugh from him.

“Fair. That is fair, mi corazón.” He lifted both of your hands near his lips, grazing against them. “Saturday. I will pick you up around seven, and I will use the door.”

“Oh, you’re going to use the door? This is how I know it’ll be very romantic.” You both beamed and moved into your affectionate stance. “I’m excited to know what you’ll have up your sleeves, or should I say suit?” 

Miguel stole a kiss from your lips, triggering you to mildly quake your head back and forth on his forehead, getting him to grin even harder. “Mi Estrella, I love you so dearly. You be safe, okay?”

“You know I will, mi Luna. Now, tomorrow I’ll text you the details on what to expect without going too much into detail, got it?”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You saluted, earning a grunt from the spider.

“Mm–right. Saturday at seven, I’ll talk to you soon. Te adoro, mi Luna.” 

And with a wave and a blow of a kiss, Miguel was traversing back to his wretched domain. The spot where he isn’t warmly welcomed. Only dreaded or inwardly and outwardly met with snide remarks. Harassed constantly for tediously, miniscule activities.

He already missed you.

Friday managed to approach faster than he expected, as monitors surrounded him as he requested (mostly demanded) Lyla to search for fancy restaurants or romantic spots.

“Okay, this restaurant has four stars and serves Mediterr-"

“Too low! Higher, Lyla, she deserves only the best!” Miguel distraughtly swiped one screen away to the next.

“I found over fifty places, and you turned down each and everyone! I’m done, Miguel!”

“Maybe if you found better picks, I wouldn’t have to do that.” He snarked back at the A.I. companion.

She gave a dismissive scoff and tossed the tiny screens around her in an animated trash can.

“You know what? I am done with this. Good luck, boss. You are definitely going to need it.”

“Wait, where are you going?!” Miguel drove his talons down into a screen, creating spider-web cracks in it.

“All the luck!” She finger-gunned at her creator and blipped away back into her cyberhome.

Miguel hardened for several seconds and launched the screen he was holding at another one. It was nearly midnight, and for the past hour and a half, he scrambled to locate the perfect destination for the upcoming date.

And so far, luck has refused to be on his side.

Unleashing a cultivating yell, footsteps caught the rest in his throat.

“You know, I really have to stop coming in when something is going down with you. Or maybe it’s a sign that I have to be in here when you’re distressed in a high capacity.” Peter flung himself up to Miguel and scanned the iridescent PC displays.

Various restaurants, dinner cruises, and wineries with high ratings were showcased throughout. “Ah, doing something intimate with her. That’s why your suit is all up in a bunch. When’s the date?”

“Tomorrow, and I still haven’t found the right one for her.” Miguel mumbled behind his clawed hands.

“She doesn’t strike me as one who cares for lavish things. She definitely gives off those down-to-earth vibes, that no matter where you take her, she’ll be fine with it as long as you’re together.”

“But that’s why she should only get the best. She does so much and–wait. What did you just say?” Miguel whirled his neck in Peter’s direction. He didn’t discern himself from Miguel’s wary eyes as his brown eyes continued staring ahead.

“She wouldn’t care where you brought her. You all of the spiders should know, even with or without spidey senses.” He scrolled down some, clicking random tabs.

“And how would you know that?” Miguel’s fangs bared as his claws uncomfortably sank in and out.

Peter slumped his head, wishing Mayday was here to help with this blowout. “I accidentally met her at the job she works at.”

Miguel’s jaw dropped before his face twisted in outrage. “¡¿Por qué estabas en su trabajo?! ¡¿Estás acechando a mi paraeja?!”

He shriveled at his leader's vexing response. “No, I'm not stalking your girlfriend. Every time you would bring in those boxes with the goobers, I would always catch the name on them. So, I decided to go check it out. That's how I saw her. Now here, let me help you find something.”

That didn't sway Miguel's seething mood at all, as Peter sulked back from the monitors. He then tried to deliberately pull his puppy-dog eyes on the scorching, taut red ones before him, but that changed nothing.

Without even needing to utter a single phrase, Peter took the hint.

“Fine, the full story. Look, you live in the future, and where I'm from, antique shops are common. During my break today, I moseyed on down, curious if any items we had were considered ‘ancient’ here, right?”

Miguel crossed his arms, his brow jutting up, suggesting Peter keep talking.

“And as I was there peeking, I saw her in the back labeling, and then something in my brain went off! I remembered this girl, and I couldn't figure out why.”

He knocked on the side of his head. “I had to jog my memory on why she was so familiar when, I guess, she caught me staring and asked if everything was okay. I mean, everything was okay; I told her I was just browsing; I didn't want to come off as the weird guy–”

“Get to the point, Peter!” Miguel pounded his work desk after each word.

“Hold on! I'm getting there! So, after that, she gave a thumbs-up, and that's when it came all rushing back. I recalled her picture icon from your messages! She seemed shocked at first, and we awkwardly shuffled to the front. I still don't know how we exactly ended up there, but, yadda yadda, things in-between, I dropped your name, and she caught on to who I was!”

Peter's arms were outstretched after performing a one-man show replicating the events he experienced earlier. Miguel's shoulders collapse as he is suddenly overfilled with lethargy. He pinched the bridge of his nose, Spanish trickling down faster than Peter could translate, as the fuzzy-robe-wearing spider fidgeted with a loose string.

“Ay, Peter, I pray you didn't harass her. Please tell me she had a pleasant time.”

“We did! And she loved Mayday! Also, I'm actually talked about outside of work? I knew you were secretly fond of me.” Peter lifted a leg, his eyes twinkling, and clasped his hands together.

Miguel's body twitched.

“You took May with you?”

“Sure did! And she played with her so much while we all talked. She seems to know a thing or two about kids—well, enough to keep them entertained.”

His mind raced to you cuddling May, her big smiles as you cooed and giggled with the baby. Your gentle hold, letting May look at the wonders that held so many memories as you would lightly bounce her on your hip, taking the time to give a story behind each trinket, acting it out in an engaging manner as May would squeal with delight at the cute, dramatized acting.

Then his mind meandered to his kids. That same enthusiasm you’ll share with them as you unveil the phenomenon behind the world's creations. From a plain, shiny stone to a prehistoric fossil or an old CD player to a turntable. 

The smiles and giddy glee, the exhilarating hops, and the glinting awe they'll have with his red eyes.

A string lies snapped.

He tuned Peter back in, catching whatever he was rambling on in mid-sentence.

“And that Ronnie person—she reminds me of someone. I can't put a finger on who exactly, but man, she's a rambunctious individual. The amount of times we had to catch her from letting some non-PG things slip was astounding!”

Peter flailed his hands in exaggeration before being face-to-face with Miguel's withdrawn gaze. The usual fierce, no-nonsense commander appeared as a beaten and lost puppy.

Peter's nose flared, and he snatched up one of the monitors, typing away at the screen.

“Look, Miguel, you don't need to stress over this. She will still love you no matter what, you know.”

His ears perked at that. “She told you she loves me?”

“Yes! When I said the first syllable of your name, her face lit up as if millions of fireworks went off at once! She spoke fondly of you. Saying that there was this devotion that drifted whenever your name wormed its way into the conversation, words cannot describe. It was staggering to witness that glow whenever it happened! It reminds me of when Mary and I rekindle that flame.”

His lips quivered upward, then he shoved the screen in Miguel's face. “But, enough about that. If you're so keen on impressing her somehow more than before, then take a look at that.”

An unsure stare ran across Miguel, tearing away to look at what Peter had searched for.

A jazz lounge.

A lounge complete with multiple performances from singers and musicians, a sensual and inviting aura, comfy furniture, and savory cuisines. Just an overall quintessential venue.

It was perfect.

“From what I picked up, this seems to be up her alley. Take her there. I'm sure this would be a great time for you two. So no more worrying, please. I beg you! You over-thinker.”

“Peter, I don't know how to thank you."

“Thank me by going out and having fun.”

Another snapped string.

The spider companion nudged his shoulders with his as he viewed Miguel making reservations to it.

This was going to be a night you would never forget.

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@prozacgooble @ella-janehaven @sanguwuxyoonbummy

[karinasbaby]

omg do u have any fic recs? sfw or nsfw im rlly craving angst ^_^

hello my love !! i’m going to share a few (a very very little amount) of my favourite fics i’ve read till now and i probably will make a whole post for my fic recs soon but for now here’s my lil list for (mainly) sfw & nsfw fics !! (some of them have angst too !!)

i recommend checking out all the works these talented writers have posted (as i’ve yet to read a work by them that didn’t make me go ‘woah :0’ also !! might make a diff one for smaus but if anyone’s interested in reading any sort of smau i 100% recommend starting off with heesbaby & onlyjaeyun’s smaus because they’re top notch 🙏🏼)

tides of regret by my beloved seph (pprodsuga)

priorities by my dearest hana (enha-stars)

in which jungkook loses u in a grocery store by the talented artemis (onlyswan)

(sharing this one as onlyswan is actually one of my fav writers on this entire app and this one specifically is one of my fav drabbles by artemis !!! i 100% recommend all of their work they’re all so so perfect and artemis has one of the best balance between nsfw/sfw works ever so !!)

those eyes by the talented alvojake

royal sacrifice & picturesque by the talented ja3yun

hello kitty meets batman & you’ve got to be kitten me! by the talented star-sim

flatline by the talented en-ternity

rule number 1: don’t fall in love by the talented jaylaxies

there for you by the talented seattlesolace

ribs by the talented jinnify

haru yo, koi by the talented amakumos

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes by the talented stolenslumber

as stated before this is just a small chunk of my favourite fics that i’ve read here and was able to name off the top of my head !! there are still so so many fics that i’m planning on making a whole post for so hopefully i’ll be able to finish that before this week ends, i hope you enjoy these my beloved anon :D !! ♡

(p.s these are all enha fics i could also make an nct one if anyone’s interested :0 !!)

[sillyspiderv]

doing formal introductions of my lovely OCS!! this concept art is really old so a lot has changed..

on the left we have veronica brown. she's officially 19-20 as of now, black, and she's your friendly neighborhood spiderman.

she's extremely friendly but protects her city, and her temper does run short every now and then. she's currently involved in the engineering course at LSFF or liv's school for fashion. she focuses on her studies and her next line of clothing usually, but ever since becoming spiderman, new priorities have since then been laid on the table. she's smart, quick, witty, but extremely impulsive.

her lovely girlfriend and overall fashion partner, kim gajin, is on the right.

she designed veronicas first spiderman suit out of scrap fabrics and since then tried to upgrade her suit as much as possible. it isn't until amir, a friend who is much more experienced in tech, makes the suit which veronica keeps. gajin isn't insecure about it! not at all.. wink

she's a little older than veronica and she works in couture fashion and helps conduct runways funded by the school. she's overall much more of a fashion designer than a tech wiz and so be it, they had to be the perfect match!

gajin is korean, her parents immigrating to the u.s when she was super young. she of course can still speak her native language and frequently visits her mother to indulge in her homeland every now and then. she is also a motorcyclist! i like to think her dad got it for her after his own history with motorcycles but of course id like to fact check a little more about what that may look like.

they both met in highschool and came together for a stem project, gajin was failing out of the class and veronica had an a+, and created camouflage couture, the first fashion line that camouflaged with the background.

the prompt was "hide in plain sight." ofc one could say they were try hards, but gajin needed this grade or else she would've genuinely flunked the class. veronica on the other hand, "wow pretty girl telling me what to do" so that basically sums up that process.

veronicas main technology piece was a reader and it's job was to recognize the camo pattern and run certain amounts of code to "cover it up." to make this doable, i like to think veronica figured out a way to make thin sheets of film to cover the camo in, but doing so in a way that gajin can sew them with her machine and be able to iron it.

they spent ALLLLL year working on the project, and with their teacher's guidance, a few extra volunteers, they had a miniature fashion show in the school theatre room. when it was announced it was for stem, veronica clicked the button everyone has been waiting for: the hide button.

all of the models were covered up, their silhouettes practically melted into the back curtains. to demonstrate it's efficiency, the models walked around the stage before turning the feature off.

veronica's main purpose of making it this way was because "camo helps you hide when you need to stay still, but moving around is just as important. not to mention, the film used to create this can have many more purposes beyond just this."

sitting in the crowd is principal liv octavius, famous fashion designer and content creator. their teacher had invited her to see the future, or maybe had some other reasons. veronica and gajin finished the show, both receiving an a+. gajin's f finally went to a c-! SHE PASSED!!!

as they stepped down from the stage, people approached them bombarding them with questions about their future, where were they going? what was their plan?

in the year that they began to work together, they found themselves to be great partners. veronica wanted to pursue engineering to some extent, but knew her other class grades would affect her ability to get into a top notch school. gajin on the other hand, was going into fashion.

"excuse me, excuse me please," a lady, tall and slim, pushed through the posse of people surrounding the two. "veronica and gajeen right?"

"yes, that's us!" veronica nodded, a mumbled "my name is gajin.." came from gajin's mouth but her face still grew with excitement.

"you two are absolutely fantastic. truly the work of two future fashion designers!" she smiled.

"thank you miss!" veronica graciously said, "and you are?"

"don't you know?" gajin peered over veronica's shoulder, whispering intensely, "that's liv? famous fashion designer? has like 2 mil on instagram?"

"not ringing any bells, ill be real." veronica mumbled back.

"yes, im liv! principal and founder of LSFF, liv's school for fashion." she handed the two laminated business cards. "have you ever considered joining our tech course?"

"if ill be honest, im not really sure-" veronica stammered, face burning with gajin so close and all the people asking questions.

"v! come on, that's such a good opportunity." gajin's eyes lit up, her smile inching bigger and bigger.

"that sounds.. fun." veronica smiled, looking up at liv.

"yay!" liv grabbed the two girls around their shoulders and jumped excitedly. "you guys are getting a full free ride to LSFF, completely on me. it'd be an honor for you to participate in the programs we have to offer."

gajin squealed as she grabbed veronica herself, jumping up and down similarly to liv. "oh my gosh! yes, yes please! id love to attend!"

"what about you, veronica?" liv's eyes flickered with interest, her smirk growing deeper. "how would you like to join your friend?"

veronica looked at liv and at gajin. her heart was already racing and she felt like this was it, she was going to make it.

"yes, yes ill go!" veronica smiled, feeling a wash of relief and victory setting over her.

liv squealed, "amazing! okay, ill go ahead and make sure you two get your admission and dorm forms in the mail this week. ill talk to your principal and your wonderful stem teacher about this and ill see you next semester, yeah?"

gajin's face has been shining since the offer had been placed, and suddenly veronica's was too.

"yes absolutely, thank you so much!" veronica couldn't help but feel a bit jittery herself.

"alright ladies! ill see you very, very soon!" she turned on her heel and waved goodbye.

"see you!" gajin waved back. "veronica, is this not amazing?"

veronica nodded, feeling chills run up her arms. "yeah, yeah! this is absolutely amazing."

how sweet!

liv's heels click incessantly as she approaches the stem teachers empty classroom, sliding her credit card between the door frame and his locked door.

click!

she pushed the door open and found a yellow sticky note practically waving at her.

*check bottom left drawer*

"haha, antoine.." she bent down to open the drawer. she picked up the container, admiring the creature inside of it. "hello beautiful."

OFFICIAL INTRO!! clap it up clap it up. thank u for reading :33

[redbelles]

5, 18, 69, and 76 for the fic writer meme!

5. how many wips do you have? what fandoms/pairings are they for?

yeah i've got wips

kidding! (mostly! not really. but only kind of. it's fine!)

i have just. so many fucking wips. don't wanna talk about how many i have because it's embarrassing, actually! this is absolutely because i consider anything i've written words for/thought about for more than a hot minute a """wip""" but that's a me problem, so here, have semi-comprehensive list of wips i'm determined to finish this year:

the chimneys hardly ever fall down masters of the air; post-war john/gale/marge

gonna stand here in the ache the punisher; post-season one frank/karen

our hands are cold, the moon sets low asoiaf/got; post-season eight jon/sansa

butchered tongue still singing berserk; post-canon guts/casca

something in the night gilmore girls; keg max!au jess/rory

don't you hear me howling, babe? shadow & bone; season one canon divergence darklina au

the second hand unwinds (time after time) stranger things; post-season four hellcheer au

and then, for fun, some wips that aren't top priority atm:

prophetic perfect tense dune; always a girl!paul atreides au

i've walked for miles top gun; post-canon icemav road trip au

more than kin and less than kind hotd; rhaenys flambés the greens at aegon's coronation au

the knife i turn inside myself dune; irulan/feyd post-kanly hatefucking + marriage of convenience au

18. do you enjoy research? which fic of yours required the most research?

yeah! i'm a nerd at heart and also i have a burning need to be canon-compliant with both canon and reality, so i love getting into the research weeds when i'm all in on a fic!

the most """research""" i've done for a fic was, astonishingly, for the fucking,,,,, robert baratheon story (that started life as, and i cannot stress this enough, a joke). i spent so many hours on a wiki of ice and fire i'm pretty sure i made up at least 40% of the site's traffic during the calendar year time it took me to write the damn thing. extremely normal behavior!

anyway! i'm actually in the opposite situation with chimneys, which is super weird. i know a staggering amount of information about the post-wwii usaaf/usaf, and i have to actively stop myself from a) infodumping about things like the development of the american bomber fleet and b) trying to make the timeline accurate, because the entire premise of the fic relies on me Ignoring what was actually going on. anti-research. insane! everyone pour one out for @sluttyhenley— she's spent the last two months taking one for the team and letting me rant at her about curtis lemay so i can get it out of my system and spare everyone who's there for porn instead of a dissertation on strategic bombing doctrine <3

69. what are your favorite fics at the moment?

first of all: nice 😏

second: i feel like i've blathered enough about my own fic today that i'm gonna take this as a question about what i've been enjoying as a reader, so! some recs!

moon's low (can't say no) by @meyerlansky delicious introspective curt pov that nuances an already insanely interesting scene! love this for me! in related news, i am barking and frothing at the mouth as i wait patiently for the follow up to dancing cheek to cheek (to cheek)! tumblr user meyerlansky comin' in hot with THEE definitive curt biddick voice!

never saw the sun shining so bright by @sluttyhenley absolutely shrieking about this series! marge deserves the world! and also both of the buck(y)s! good for her.jpeg! i'm lucky enough to be getting snippets of this as m writes it, and i cannot wait for the next few installments to go live

careful fear and dead devotion by @everyangel another john/gale/marge series i'm currently losing my mind over! the marge voice is so delicious, and i love the pre-war angle that underpins the first fic! cannot wait for more!

enter night by @rhaegang monsterfuckers and barry keoghan enthusiasts rejoice! the writing is top notch, the sex is blisteringly hot, and the tension and pacing are superb. rhaegang truly never misses

nothing safe is worth the drive (follow you home) by @yoursummerfrost i never really had a buffy phase, but i came across this fic the other day and boy howdy does it have me by the throat. deeply emotional, very sexy, and written with so much love it's got me thinking about giving the series more than a cursory "well, it was on when i was home sick from school way back when" watch. also! i've devoured every buffy fic they've written since i found this one and i'm happy to report that they're all incredible!

76. how do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

mature answer: i try to take a step back and remind myself that this is a hobby i am doing for fun and for free and i should calm the fuck down about it

follow up answer: and if that doesn't work, i whine ceaselessly at my writing buddies until i'm over it

send me some fic writing asks!