#oh and also the tattoos/carvings

[abysssserpent]

here’s three commissions across about… a year (I think) that I’ve done for kallosur on tiktok. thanks for all the commissions!!!

your dnd characters are very rad and I’ve really enjoyed working on the special guys.

[paetalks]

tw: smoking!

imagine being a cute girl in her twenties, living in a big city while finishing up your degree, and getting introduced to ryomen sukuna by one of your friends. you are on a night out at your usual bar downtown and you do vaguely remember your friend telling you something along the lines of “i’m bringing my coworker with us tonight”, but remember also shrugging it off with very little interest. and now there is this guy in front of you, tattooed and and big shoulders, with an annoyed face as if he didn’t really wanted to be there.

“when you said something about bringing a colleague i thought you meant a fun one” you tease your friend, brushing you hand on his shoulder and giggling. sukuna’s eyes dart up as you introduce yourself, smelling the alcol on your breath from the drinks you already had. you look hot, with a low cut top and hair up in a messy bun, pointing at all your friends and introducing them to him as well. there’s about a dozen of y’all, it looks like a big but close friend group, but he really could not care less.

while seating down and shaking a couple of hands here and there, his eyes are only fixated on you, sitting on the other side of the table. the light is dim and your laugh is loud, capturing him even from afar. next to him, his colleague is saying something to another guy with black hair about work, so he could chime in the conversation, but his attention is onto you.

and you can feel him staring, your skin burning under his gaze, as if watching your every moves. your stomach feels weird about it and nobody else seems to notice how his eyes are carving holes in your face, your chest and your hands. you wonder if maybe there is something wrong with what you’re saying, or maybe wearing, but the more you think about it the more your stomach entangles. “i’m going outside for a smoke” you quickly blurt out, getting up and grabbing your jacket in a hurry. it’s like his staring has knocked air out of your lungs.

while you march towards the door, leaving your wondering friends behind, you feel footsteps following you. reaching the handles, you quickly open it and look back. he has followed you out there.

“oh my god.” you whisper, while the tattooed man pulls out a cigarette pack and calmly hands it to you, while grabbing one for himself. looking at his offer and even considering it, you shake your head and take out your own. while lighting his one up, he gestures to yours, but you quickly and almost comically show him the pink lighter in your hand. he nods, but doesn’t say anything.

it’s just when his eyes finally look away, glaring at the starless sky, that you finally blurt out “why are you staring at me?”. he laughs again. “why not?” he asks back “you’re nice to look at”.

“wow”, your words let smoke out of your mouth “that’s the compliment, i guess”. looking at the people walking by, you wonder who this guy is and why does everything he say makes your inside feel like jelly.

his voice is deep and slow, his eyes have something about them that you cannot quite pinpoint and his body looks sculpted. you realize, at this point, that he is a very good looking guy and your cheeks flush involuntarily.

“are you embarrassed by it?” he asks, noticing your redness, a cloud of smoke coming out his nostrils. “no”, you say, standing straight. a faint smile forms on his lips when looking at you again, and there is something in the way you move closer to him, throwing away your cigarette meanwhile, that lights a fire in his chest. your skin looks ethereal in the street light and your plump lips are slightly open. he finds himself wondering how they would feel on his body.

“move” you command, since he is in your way to the door, just standing there, dozed off. he is not, actually, dozed off, just thinking about how to subtly ask his coworker and friend for your number without sounding like a total jerk. you are standing so close now and he hasn’t even finished his smoke, so he nudges at the cig and smirks “at least let me finish properly.”

but when your cold fingers reach for his hand, grab the cigarette and put it in your own mouth, his heart starts beating too loud for his liking. you inhale slowly, letting it be consumed slowly by your lungs, and he watches you the whole time, not daring to blink once. when you reach the filter of the cigarette, you toss it on the side, smirking as well and saying “now you are all done. let me get inside”.

he moves out of the way in a second just to watch you walk by and he’s able to inhale of your perfume. it’s intoxicating, all flowery and sweet he could feel his head spin - but maybe it was just you, your presence, making him feel like that.

walking back in after another five minutes of thinking, he catches immediately a glimpse of you laughing at your friend, sitting at his seat at the table. he rolls his eyes, smiling and thinking something along the line of this is going to be fun.

[locomoqo]

VASCO FLUFF PLSPLSSS😭😭❤️❤️❤️

fragilility hidden in ink

— vasco x gn!reader

details: nothing but fluff, exploring each others bodies but not in a sexual way

A/N: cutie vasco fluff yum yum this has been sitting in my drafts for a while (a while literally being two days, not proofread btw :3)

Physical touch.

Touch is an essential aspect of the human experience. It’s something that strengthens bonds, may it be a simple handshake, a hug from a loved one, or even those passionate moments deep in the night.

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the sheets. Vasco lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, with you nestled against him. The gentle aftermath of your intimacy wrapped around both of you like a soft blanket.

Vasco stared down at you as you moved closer into his side, his fingers trailing up and down your bare back. There was something about the way you looked in the dim lightning with the lamp on your bedside table highlighting some parts of your face.

He revered you. He thought of you as the sun, everything about you felt so warm. He felt warm around you, no matter how long you two have been dating, you still managed to make his heart beat out of his chest every single time you blessed him with even an ounce of your attention.

“You know…” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. What were you talking about? He wasn’t listening, he was too absorbed admiring you. “No, I don’t.” His gruff voice answers, making you huff out in amusement. “Sorry, what were we talking about?” He asks, bringing his hand from your lower back to your face to brush some of your hair out of your face.

“Your tattoos.” Your fingers tap one on his chest, “You’ve never told me the meaning behind them.” You clarify. One of his eyebrows raised in curiosity, “The meaning…?” He repeats as he looks down at where your finger tapped.

“They’re umm traditional Japanese tattoos‒oh and this one’s a bluebird.” He points at the bluebird tattoo on his chest then glances back up at you with such a simple expression on his face that clearly asked if he was able to answer your question.

“I know what those are, silly.” You smiled, “I meant like‒why did you get them? Is there a story? or did you just see some action star with tattoos and think ‘yep, i’m getting one too’.” You explained.

Vasco’s lips pressed into a line for a moment before sighing. “Yes, there’s a story to them.” His answer is quiet, internally shivering as his mind replays his memories from middle school. You catch the way the corners of his mouth seem to turn down a bit, the way his brows furrow and he subtly inhales sharply.

“...we don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfy, I was just curious.” You softly say, a hand coming up to cup his face. Thumb brushing over his cheek which instinctively makes him nuzzle his face into your palm. “No, no, it’s fine. We can talk about it if you want to.” He quickly says, covering your hand with his.

“You sure? it’s fine really–”

“I’m sure.”

He stares at you firmly yet his gaze was also a window to his soul where you could see the vulnerability. You held his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt but this is Vasco we’re talking about, he never goes back on his word.

“Okay then, tell me the story behind them.” You say. He moves your hand away from his cheek, guiding it towards one of the tattoos on his left arm. “This one covers up one of my scars from back in middle school.” He starts, recalling when the bullying started.

You listen intently as he guided your hand to where each vulgar tattoo that bullies carved into his skin were, all cleverly covered up by his tattoos. You felt the texture of the ink beneath your touch, the artistry and meaning imbuing each detail with life. Vasco leaned closer, allowing you to explore each tattoo fully, fingers gliding over each intricate design.

As your fingertips trailed over his skin, he observed you. Completely in awe of you, it made you giggle sometimes when you saw how in love he was with you. Often telling him that he probably feels that way because you’re his first love, his first everything.

Vasco’s hand held yours against his skin. "It’s funny," he said after a long pause. "I never talk about these. But with you… it feels easy."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, full of quiet understanding. "Thank you for sharing," you whispered, your voice as tender as the moment you both were in.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if sealing the connection between you. And in that silence, surrounded by the warmth of your shared breaths, the stories on his skin felt as much yours now as they were his.

You traced the lines of his tattoos again, mindlessly this time. You lay there, enveloped in the quiet, taking in the intimate space you had created.

The tattoos on his skin weren’t just marks of his past; they were symbols of his strength and determination. With each gentle brush of your fingers, you felt the connection deepen, a promise that you would stand by him through whatever life threw your way.

“Each tattoo…” Vasco said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “They remind me of where I’ve been and what I’ve overcome.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “And now they’re part of our story too,” you added, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Exactly,” he replied, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. He shifted slightly, drawing you closer as if he wanted to shield you from the outside world. “I think of you every time I look at them. You give them a new meaning.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. You nestled closer into his side, feeling safe and cherished. The vulnerability you shared in that moment was a thread that tied you together, weaving a tapestry of trust and love.

The world outside faded even further, leaving only the two of you and the stories etched in his skin, creating a cocoon of warmth and tenderness where nothing else mattered.

[aemndxx]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ mini tattoo.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ sry i needed to get this filth outta my system . <3

rafe cameron is the type of motherfucker that wants to put his mark on you, to mark up your soft, smooth, flawless skin in the most nasty, vile, delicious ways he can imagine. all rafe can imagine is branding your soft, vanilla-scented skin with his name—or perhaps, just his initials in some delicate, dainty writing in fancy, cursive letters across your flawless skin. it'll really rile rafe up if you get a mini tattoo of his initials right above on your freshly waxed bikini area, all pretty and sweet and oh, the possessive look in rafe's steel blue eyes is downright dangerous, practically sinful, knowing you'll never be able to truly leave him—not anymore, not since he had slithered his way into your fragile, gentle, and overly sensitive little heart that feels so much love for him, that's just too easy for him to influence. and meanwhile, just as rafe has paid to get his initials tattooed across your skin, forever on your body, for eternity—rafe is just as branded as you're, you also have left your mark on him, only... your branding is in the very center of his heart, your name carved in big, bold letters—you're his, just as much as rafe is yours.

[floorbe]

hihi!! i was wondering about something in BG3.

i have tattoos. two on my wrists (one's a moth and the other a pretty mushroom), and a thirteen inch tattoo along my back of the phases of the moon.

how would Astarion react to seeing his lover's tattoos? the scared part of my mind feels like he'd be offended, but i'd also like to think that tattoos are a way for me to take control of my own self and feel in control of my own body again, and he'd see that.

so... what's your verdict??

great question anon!! also ur tatts sound so sick omg... ive been wanting to get one lmfao

-When he first meets you he may insult them out of his own frustration. Why do you get to fuck up your body however you want when he can't even stand in the sunlight he longs for? It's unfair.

-Unfair that you get to do what you want. Unfair that you got to choose what was carved into your skin when he-- ah. There's the root.

-The insults die down the longer you travel together and the closer you two become. As he starts to realize that he can take himself back (and when he realizes that you respect him-- when was the last time he'd felt that?) he sees your tattoos as less of a slight against him and more of a... possibility?

-After a while, you'll instead catch him studying your tattoos when he thinks you aren't looking. This is when the change between insulting your tattoos to complimenting them begins.

-Once past his own frustrations, Astarion would be very supportive! We've seen him when you get Loviatar's blessing- this guy is all for pain and reward (though mostly the pain)!

-He will 100% force you to take him with you to your next tattoo session just to watch and cheer. Wince for him, would you? It's terribly boring watching someone get drawn on, throw him a bone!

-(Nevermind the fact that he was the one who insisted on coming along, but who is Astarion if not dramatic?)

-As much as he supports your decision and regularly tells you how utterly delectable your inked skin looks ("Gods, your skin practically glows in the moonlight, dear... Might I have a nibble? Just to see if it tastes as delicious as you look, of course."), a part of him still feels... bitter.

-He'll feel a bit bittersweet about it if it's a sentimental tattoo you've gotten, but even moreso if it was an impulse or fun decision.

-A part of him will always long to decorate his own body to his own wants- to finally get what he likes on himself. He wants the choice to fuck up his own body if he wants to.

-...He isn't ready for that quite yet, though. Tattoos remind him too much of the runes already on his back- particularly the pain aspect. He's heard you describe the sensation and isn't keen to try it out just yet.

-Don't be fooled, this doesn't mean he won't let you draw up some designs for him. In fact-- he'll demand you to draw a picture of some ideas for him- he must see what you've thought up for him! What do you think would decor him well?! Make him even more beautiful? Oh, you must show him!

-If you offer to actually tattoo him he'll wave you off playfully with a comment on "my skin is flawless already-- why tarnish it?" or a "darling, you wound me... here I thought you loved me for me"

-Not yet, it seems. But one day, you're both sure, he'll take you up on it.

-He already lives out his dreams of living in the sunlight through you- and his dreams of being a hero, being publicly adored, powerful... why shouldn't he live out this part of himself through you, too?

-At least until he's ready for his own tattoo. Which, based on how he's been eying your ink for the past week and rubbing his own wrist, seems sooner than you think.

[fandomsonly]

Every MXTX ML does that one thing that's like a step too far, you know? Oh, I'm Binghe and I love Shizun so much I'm gonna hold on to his corpse for five years and fix his destroyed golden core and keep his body ready for revival every single day. And stab clones of myself in my sleep in penance. Oh, I'm Lan Wangji and I'm gonna adopt this child that was once under Wei Wuxian's protection. And I'm gonna stab my chest with this poker. Oh, I'm Hua Cheng and I'm gonna carve a thousand sculptures of my god and paint murals of our meetings (and a minor fantasy don't worry about that one). Also I'm gonna tattoo his name on my arm. They are all melodramatic bitches with at least slight stalker tendencies, like, they are all slightly redeemed yanderes, every last one of them.

[dfortrafalgar]

Watching You In The Morning

Inspired by “Watching You In The Morning” by Waltzin

Law x Fem Reader

Warnings: fluff, kinda poetic? more narrative study than plot, more fluff

Also posted on AO3

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The rise and fall of your chest was a perfect metronome, as if you were dancing along to the patter of raindrops as they fell against the submersible’s porthole.  In your deep, whimsical slumber, you would never even know of the romantic waltz your very presence exuded upon the man in the bed next to you.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Slow, methodical.  His tattooed fingers dusted fleetingly across the skin of your neck, reaching out to you with reserve, with apprehension, with want.  He felt himself smile, chapped lips tugging ever so slightly at his cheeks at the sight of your serenity, lost in the haze of your dreams.  You were truly beautiful.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He could watch your breathing forever.  He could die at the crevice of your chest, just to know that you were still inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling.  To know that you were alive, that your flesh was warm with your blood, that your nerves could feel his hands against your skin, was plenty for him.  He forever worshiped the ground you walked on, relishing in your every moment.  Every word you spoke, every blink of your eyes, curve of your smile, every time your perfect hand fit snugly into his like a statue carved from the finest marble.

His calloused fingers traced invisible lines up your neck, towards your jaw, barely touching you enough to feel the slight fuzz of your natural facial hair.  He ghosted across your dimpled skin, absorbing the heat you radiated, memorizing every cell he could touch.  His eyes darted toward your lips, parted ever so slightly to breathe.

In.

Out.

When his slate-gray eyes looked back up toward yours, you were also looking back at him.  You blinked in slow motion, eyes heavy with the waning of your slumber.  You grinned at him, a sight that made the cold man’s heart do pierrouets, fluttering below his ribcage.  Any more unbridled affection towards him would make his chest rip open in a flood of snow-white doves.

With exhaustion on your tongue, voice crackling without being used, you spoke.  “Were you watching me?”

His fingers retraced their steps along your skin, landing at your collarbones where he mimicked the line of your bone.  “How could I not?”

You laughed.  A sound so bright, so warm, almost too warm.  A sound that made his body lighter, his hair stand on end.  A sound that filled his senses with yellow and violet hues, that smelled like peaches and lavender, that engulfed him in a sweet embrace of a hearth’s heat.  Your laugh made the walls he had spent a decade building up crumble with vigor, chips of glass falling to the ground and shattering into irreparable pieces.

Pieces that he was starting to think did not need to be repaired.

He adjusted his body with the motion of you shuffling closer to him, nestling yourself perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder, his arms around your body, secure and safe.  He smelled of cedar and ethanol, a faint tinge of gasoline and the essence of sugar.  You melted like butter in his hold, paralyzed in his arms, a willing prisoner of his presence.  You felt his chest rise and fall with his shallow breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Your own air tickled the skin of his breast, tiny, gentle feathers in a spring breeze.  Your fingers crawled along his side before looping your arm under his and pulling your body ever closer.  Oh how you wished you could break the universe for just one moment, to part his atoms and truly become one with him.  Even just a zeptosecond would be enough.

“If you keep thinking this hard, you might blow a fuse.”  His low voice rumbled against your head.

“How did you know?” you responded, voice light and airy, lovestruck and dumb.

He released a chuckle from his throat.  “I just had a feeling.”

Silence once again fell over the two of you.  Save for the continuous rain that fell, a faded noise in the backdrop of the aura he surrounded you with.  Washing away all worries, all fears.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

The question surprised you.  It wasn’t like him to ask such silly, menial queries.  Ever the pessimist, ever the analytical scientist.  He lived for the truth of the world and the facts of life.  He had you for the optimism and the joy for life that he lacked, a perfect balance.  The Yang to his Yin.

You simply hummed.  Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, you felt your blood rush to your face like a flame.  “Forever.”

His arms squeezed you once, then twice.  He sighed, melancholy.  The rain continued to fall, the vessel continued to sway monotonously on the surface of the vast, open ocean, but you stayed anchored to his bed, to his sheets, in his unmoving arms.

He smiled again.  “Thank you.”

No response was followed, and no response was needed.  Your breaths fanning against his skin were more than enough.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Oh no, everyone has great ideas and you turn them into such amazing stories 🥹 Love family stuffs ahhhhh 😩

How about the kings and their kids prepare for Mother's day? 👀 The kids ask for advices and join their dads in prepare them (...and the king's gifts too... if you know what I mean 👀👌👈)

I love bringing your ideas to life! And I'm glad that you entrust them to me, you don't even know what an inspiration it is, that I can write for you, and you like it. Stay amazing as always 🙏

Family time, let's go!

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan and the twins had some trouble with their gift for you. They said they wanted to do it themselves, without dad, because it would be a surprise for both of you. Of course, he agreed, but he still ordered the nobles to keep an eye on them. First they went to Sitri and wanted to paint the cups, but they broke them. Then they approached Paimon to make you your own stickers, but after half an hour, glitter was everywhere. Before they accosted anyone else, Astaroth intervened. He took them to the meadow (so they could run around and shake off some glitter) and only when they got tired did he start telling them about how their father was a child, when they were picking wild flowers for bouquets for you.

Satan himself will give you a box of mint-blueberry chocolates, which you regularly carved at 3 a.m. during your pregnancy, and a smirk with the words "I'm ready for round two." Of course, he pissed you off with that. And since he also brought good wine, get ready for the next five rounds.

Mammon and your little gang will present you with a whole collection of jewelry. You expected them to be pasta necklaces and modeling clay earrings, but of course you underestimated them. Pearl necklace, ruby bracelets, cufflinks with gold beads. Of course, they are made a bit crooked and clumsy, the younger the child the more so, but you and Mammon look like the proudest parents in the world. This is the only jewelry you want to wear.

From the king you will receive a beautiful silk set (actually five sets, each matching one piece of jewelry you received), underwear and a long dressing gown, (and a matching dress, shoes and even a handbag), which you will have to try out together.

Beelzebub loves scribbles, and so does his little girl! The card you will receive will be the messiest, most colorful conglomeration of colored tissue paper, photos and ribbons you could ever imagine. Beel made sure that there was no shortage of materials, so in one place you have shells from the Caribbean, a heart made of Chinese silk and amber with a fossil (where did they get it from? Did he really take your daughter for a walk around the world? You don't ask, you don't want to know the answer).

Beel will give you markers with edible icing. He had a great time with the little one, but now it's time for mommy to show off her artistic talent. Preferably on his body. You can trace his tattoos with a marker, or maybe write something new. He's ready to be your canvas all night long.

Your daughter has Leviathan’s perfectionism, but in a specific version that when daddy likes something, it means it's already perfect. Usually. Sometimes she says daddy has no taste, and that's the sassy part she inherited from you. She would spend a good week sitting in her father's office and embroidering a pillow as a gift for you, with small flowers, because she doesn't know anything else yet. Levi makes sure she doesn't gouge out her eye with the needle, and every time the needle almost pierces her finger, the thread pulls it back. He usually doesn't worry about it, let the child learn. This time he would prefer there was no blood on the embroidery because the gift for you has to be more perfect than anything else.

Leviathan will give you a choker, also embroidered, but with black thread on black material. You can read it only by touch. What does it say? Only you two know. It's so adjustable that it's perfect for both wearing and choking.

[animatedjen]

What's some stuff you're really hoping to see in Jedi 3 (either narratively or gameplay wise)?

Oh I'm so glad you asked this 🙌 Because I have THOUGHTS.

Gonna put everything under the cut so this doesn't clog up the feed with a wall of text (whoops.) Some of these ideas I hope to create concept art for, after I replace/fix my very cranky thirteen-year-old tablet. Anyway let’s start with gameplay!

Gameplay!

Maintaining Cal's abilities: Survivor handled this beautifully by keeping many of the skills learned in Fallen Order, instead of undoing Cal's growth from the first game. I think it'll be trickier to keep this momentum into Jedi 3 (the skill tree has gotten so large!) but story reasons could push Cal towards new types of abilities instead of bloating the current options.

More synergy between the lightsaber stances: I like all the stances in Survivor and it'd be A) disappointing to lose any of them, but B) overwhelming to add MORE combat styles. Being able to flow between the stances more fluidly would be fun though, with specific combos unlocked depending on which two are active together. Now if Merrin lets Cal borrow her knife-staff and he puts his lightsaber on the end... MAGICK SABER PIKE GO.

New or adapted movement mechanics: Maybe the ascension cable is replaced with a force ability (Force Ascend or Force Leap for an extra vertical boost?) or is "upgraded" to connect between two anchors, letting Cal create his own temporary ziplines.

Replayable missions: This could be explained in-game with a Force Tear or Cal's own interactive echoes. But I'd love the option to experience story missions and boss fights again post-game.

Customization!

This is a bonus section because Merrin should get new outfits. Haven't decided how to make it part of gameplay yet, stay tuned.

Cal's cosmetics in Survivor are mostly cool, some just funny, but overall a huge improvement from Fallen Order (yes, even though we miss all the poncho designs). For Jedi 3 I'd love to see more story-centric cosmetics that tie into the communities and people Cal has met along his journey. A Legacy outfit (incorporating pieces from his three Jedi masters), an Anchorite-inspired outfit (with arm tattoos), a bounty hunter outfit (the prize after defeating the Brood), etc. Maybe a Bogling outfit? No not made from Boglings; it looks like a Bogling. Hang on lemme fix my tablet—

Narrative + Gameplay!

Explore Tanalorr: Right now this sparkly, strong-in-the-Force, temple-carved planet is a huge mystery box for Jedi 3. There's a few directions it could go - more High Republic history, another civilization (the Nihil? someone new?) lurking in the shadows, or Force-related secrets hiding below the surface. Each Jedi game has followed Cal's exploration of an ancient culture, and I think Tanalorr can be a focal point in that journey.

Defeat Sorc Tormo and the Haxion Brood: I mentioned this in an ask earlier this week, but I so want a resolution to this fight against the Brood. Especially since roaming bounty hunters would threaten the Hidden Path. Maybe Cal breaks back into Ordo Eris, or hunts down Sorc Tormo on another planet. Maybe there's a Force-only stealth section?? Maybe a big multi-wave boss fight? Maybe Caij is there??? (no she doesn't get an invite to Tanalorr)

Dark Side Force Slow: The fact that Cal's Force Slow ability kept its red-stained aura, even in the Survivor post-game, is great. I love lasting consequences and ludonarrative harmony, yes yes yes. Really hope this isn't fully resolved by the start of Jedi 3 (potential timeskip makes it tricky but whatever) and the ability receives some sort of healing through Cal finding his way out of the darkness.

Narrative!

Timeskip?: I vote no, but I think Jedi 3 will vote yes, likely to age up Kata and allow Tanalorr to be more developed. But that also means Cal and the Mantis Crew goes through character development without us (boo) or remains emotionally stunted until we get there (also boo?). I'm more comfortable with the five year gap between FO and Survivor than I used to be though, despite "missing out" on big character moments, so maybe it'll be okay. Maybe. 👀

The Hidden Path builds a home on Tanalorr: This works until it doesn't, whether from outside pressure or the threat of a spy within. I don't think Bode's fears should necessarily be validated, but I do think the risk will keep Cal on edge and hurt his ability to trust (both others and himself.) It'll drive decisions that strain his relationships and be a source of conflict for part of the game.

The Mantis gets semi-retired and then reinstated: I just love the mental picture of the Mantis parked somewhere cozy and decorated with cloth and lights and a hideout for Kata. It's become too small and high profile to use for gathering the Path, but when the plot gets going, they're gonna need her back in action.

Three main antagonists: The Empire, an unrelated third-party with their own goals (Nihil or someone else), and Cal's own demons. The first two drive the external conflict, the third drives Cal's inner conflict and the story's themes. More on that at the end.

A memorial garden: It's designed by Pili and filled with native Tanalorrian plants and trees, from which the Anchorites hang cords and windchimes and bits of colored glass. Cere's saber was buried beneath the largest tree. Cal plays her hallikset here when he's too troubled to meditate. If we want to be mean, this place gets damaged during a battle in Act 3. If we want to be less mean, this is the place that doesn't get damaged during a battle.

Kata has some sort of student-teacher relationship with Cal: I'm torn on her being Force sensitive: this is a story about Jedi and "guide her through the darkness" is pretty telling given Cal's own darkness at the end of Survivor. But Cal helping Kata (and Kata helping Cal) can happen regardless of her Force sensitivity - it would just look different. This is a soft answer because I'm still exploring ideas around it BUT admittedly the angst levels would be higher if she is sensitive.

A battle against the shadow self: Look this one is cliche. I don't care. I want a huge cavern in the depths of Tanalorr where Cal gets to fight a dark version of himself that switches between all his former enemies. If we're making a video game here let's physically beat up our darkness. Let's have it not work. Let's bring Cal to rock bottom to remind him that he is more than his darkness and he doesn't have to do this alone. Let's go back to that same fight later and then we finally win.

There's more to explore story-wise and I will eventually, but I'm overall not concerned about Jedi 3's narrative. Respawn has been very intentional with their writing of Cal Kestis and the Jedi series so far (despite some last minute changes to Survivor) and I love this character and this story because of all the great work they've created. I really hope they finish this journey the way they want to. That being said—

How should Jedi 3 end? Should Cal die?

No: I'll argue Cal dying at the end of the trilogy completely undermines the entire lesson of Survivor.

Cal wouldn't stop fighting the Empire: The Cal we meet at the beginning of Survivor definitely wouldn't. That Cal also watched countless friends die to that same fight and saw two different Jedi fall to their passions-turned-obsessions that led them to the dark side. He may wrestle with remnant obligation or a bitter apathy, but he's definitely not as single-minded as he was before.

Cal would sacrifice himself to save the Path: Yeah, he probably would. Cere did exactly that during the Siege of Jedha when all else failed. But maybe the Path could be protected without Cal needing to be a Weapon - a lesson Cere also wanted him to learn.

Another way: I think the Koboh abyss (that separates Tanalorr from the rest of the galaxy) could be destroyed. I don't know if Cal would choose to destroy it, but I think the Empire would: if they can't reach Tanalorr it's the next best thing.

Now Cal has to make a choice: Leave (continuing the fight alone) or Stay (shepherding the Path for an unknown future.) It doesn't mean they never find a way back to the known galaxy, but it'll take time. Enough time for a New Hope to appear.

Whatever your opinion of the Sequel Trilogy, the line: "That’s how we’re gonna win. Not fighting what we hate. Saving what we love." is not only a complete thesis of Star Wars, but fits really well with Cal's journey. He's become very good at fighting. He wants to save everyone in Fallen Order, and he can't. He still wants to save everyone in Survivor, and they refuse him. His Fight has made a difference (again, Cere says as much) but it's clear this can't be Cal's final answer.

Choosing to protect the Path, choosing to trust the Force, choosing a home. That's what he's been fighting for. I love Cal Kestis because he isn't the chosen one and he isn't going to save the galaxy. But for his family and his community, he saved their galaxy. It's cheesy but I don't care, and you know Greez and BD would agree with me.

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Okay this got so, so much longer than I expected. Bonus points if you made it all the way down here haha. I've had a weird assortment of concepts and ideas over the past year but never wrote them down in one place - until now. I've said it before but part of my hyperfixation with the Jedi series is because it isn't finished yet and Survivor ends on such a gut-wrenching cliffhanger. Whatever happens to this series, I'm slowly finding some sort of catharsis through all the edits and photomode shots and half-baked concepts. Thanks for tagging along ✌️

[sorrowsofsilence]

Faster • Karlsson

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).

Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

PART TWO HERE

Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d  @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking

Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.

The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.

You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.

“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”

You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.

You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.

Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.

For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.

Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.

The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You’d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.

Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.

You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.

Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.

Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.

“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.

“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.

“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”

You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.

“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”

Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”

He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.

“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.

“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.

Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”

You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.

“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.

“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.

“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.

“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.

You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.

You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.

Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.

You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.

Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.

Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.

The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.

“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.

“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.

Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.

Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.

“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.

Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”

He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.

“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”

“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”

The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.

You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.

Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.

A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.

You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”

Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.

“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”

Part Two ;)

[liulyam]

OK ALSO i like astarion bg3 for thé same reasons, there’s something abt narratives of terrible people with issues of identity learning to move forward and accept themselves for who they are/define themselves on their terms, and perhaps become a little better, that makes me GO CRAZY

i legitimately could make a venn diagram with these three and their similarities. it probably would be catered to me and only me but i could absolutely do it

i’m thinking again abt how vergil dmc and jace mtg have so much overlap in story and also why i like them

vergil 🤝 jace: stories about self acceptance through first having to lose a part of himself, learn to not be defined by the past or trauma, associated with blue, fire related trauma, abused by a former master/mentor and used as a weapon, HAS A SON. also the murders but that’s a given. also autistic and trans

[yanderecxre]

Note: hello!! First post hehe, hope you guys like getting to know my oc! I'll be posting a short fic of him soon!

Church - Fall Out Boy

Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love You were doomed but just enough You were doomed but just enough

Name: Nicolas "Saint" Dryden

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 55

Occupation: Retired Colonel

Appearance: Nicolas stands at an intimidating height of 6'4 with a large physique and broad shoulders and back. He has multiple scars and a few tattoos, most notable ones being the large and jagged slash running across his back from a mission gone wrong. The most notable tattoo is the cross he has on the right side of his body. Nicolas is fair skinned and has a beard, which is well kept and groomed. He has dark and intense brown eyes that seem to pierce right into the person he is staring at. He has inky brown hair that is also well kept and groomed, he likes to keep it fairly short due to his time in the military.

Personality: Cunning + Caring to those he's close to + A family man + Protective + Loyal + Rough + Blunt + Charming + Gruff + Smart + Aggressive + Extravagant + Secretive + Manipulative + Obsessive + Yandere

Interests: his firebrand + Military movies + Whiskey + Hunting + Spoiling his firebrand + his pet dog Daisy + woodworking + carving + cooking + carving

Loves: Making his firebrand happy + Pampering his firebrand + manhandling his firebrand + making or buying his firebrand gifts + seeing his firebrand wear the marks he left on them + dogs + camping + chasing his firebrand through the woods

Dislikes: seeing his firebrand try to escape + his firebrand crying (unless it's from the pure pleasure he's giving them or because they're choking on his cock) + wanderers who manage to find his home which is secluded in the woods

Description: was the commanding officer at the base their darling was stationed at as a daycare teacher + very protective of their darling + loves to keep a hand on his firebrand both sexually and in a non sexual way + Very sexually pent up + Very manipulative + Cunning + very possessive + will use whatever means necessary to keep his firebrand with him + is not above using his grandson to keep his darling with him.

Fetish: Hearing his darling moan + Making his darling cum + Edging his darling + Praising his darling + darling being submissive + Spanking his darling + Light asphyxiation + Degrading his darling + Humiliating his darling + Making his darling beg. + Fucking his darling on the forest floor + primal play + breeding + creampies

[historygirlie]

I am really intrigued in the way you draw the Greek gods. You have some sort of unique style that catches my eye! Like from what I have noticed from your art is that you have really changeable clothing for each one. Like Apollo’s dressing changes from one type to another keeping the original design though. Also am I delusional or do Hermes and Apollo have the same necklaces (like they both have necklaces with waves in them?)? And if I am being correct Apollo has wings too? Why did you choose to do that so? Also in your two pieces drawing for the Ithaca saga realise didn’t Telemachus, Odysseus and Penelope have the same bracelets and if my brain is working isn’t Telemachus’ dressing colour the mix between Penelope’s light purple and Odysseus blue? I went in such a deep rant I love your art!

HOLY MOLY THATS SOME DEEP ANALYSIS THERE HUN!! I never thought someone would look in so deep to my work I am honoured 😭😭. As for answering your questions yes you are correct the designs for the gods’ clothing does change and that depends on what are they doing and who they are meeting. So like the most obvious design I have right now is Hermes. In this picture:

(which is totally epic) he is dressed in a mission so like he has a job to do as a messenger god. (Also bro trusts his skirt WAYYYY too much)

Yet in my more casual designs like when he meets Ody (or when he is twerking in that animation I posted) he is dressed simpler to emphasise that he has a more close to humans side like in the case of the design I did:

As for the necklaces yes it is true Hermes and Apollo have the same ones. They matched and in fact the story for that is a bit interesting. I though that since Hermes tried to steal Apollo’s cattle, Apollo made Hermes swear to not try and trick him and so they have the necklaces so they do not lie to one another (yet Hermes finds a way to twist the truth EVERY time). The earrings in the meantime are something every god has (it depends then on their preferences to keep them or not). The same goes for the tattoos (they are basically carved to their skin so each time they use powers they show). Hermes has snake tattoos, Apollo has like little arrows. Usually it is their respective animals that decide that.

Apollo’s wings on the other side symbolise his sacred animal: the crow. They seem white but in the dark they are actually black. Hermes has wings since…he has to fly man. Apollo’s wings are smaller than Hermes and one of them is actually half ripped out.in a drawing I did his wings are like they were in the beginning before they were ripped out from a reason I won’t tell y’all 😈. (I’d like to see ur theories for it). Oh and also one of Apollo’s suns in the halo he has is actually broken. Again y’all can theorise.

As for the two part drawing I did yes the bracelets and the clothes were intentional. The bracelets were to show the family had something that unified them and made them a family. Odysseus though doesnt have his anymore though since yeah the trip was bad. And the colours of their clothes are as you said mixing together. Also a detail in the second drawing is that all of their clothing’s colours are darker symbolising growth and maturing, also pain and suffering of being torn apart.

ANYWAYSSSSSS I yapped a lot but I hope I answered all your questions!

[transsexual-necromutilomaniac]

oh jughead he's such a horrible hateful cunt he's a teenage boy he's a little girl he wants daddy to love him again hold him close without needing jughead to be bleeding out for it to happen he wants his best friend he wants normalcy he HATES normal he'd kill himself for it all but believes no one deserves such a sacrifice from him he wants archie to hurt hurt hurt he also wants him to play video games and watch horror movies on the couch again. his mums a lesbian and he carved her ex girlfriend situationships tattoo off. and he's in charge of YOUR universe! all this and more

[isagrimorie]

Agatha/Rio and/or Seven/Raffi for the ship game?

For the ship game:

Agatha/Rio:

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

Agatha. But she makes it seem like she planned it All Along. Rio pushes by accident but it still works for her because... She's Death. It annoys Agatha, but she's thankful it just works and doesn't explode.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

Rio, but carved with a knife. It's sweet but also looks ominous.

Who starts the tickle fights

Who starts the pillow fights

It depends on the mood either one could start the tickle or the pillow fight. But they would definitely take it too far.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

Since Rio can forego sleep, Rio just spends the time Agatha is asleep watching her. This used to creep out Agatha, but she's used to it.

Who mistakes salt for sugar

Both. For different reasons, Rio because she honestly doesn't know better since... Cosmic Being. Agatha, because she's distracted, and then Agatha will loudly complain about it until Rio changes it magically.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

Rio, to annoy Agatha.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

Honestly, both! They both come up with cheesy pickup lines, but Rio is the one who does them sincerely. Agatha does it either to troll or be sincere.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

Surprisingly, it's both of them. Agatha is a Nerd. And Rio, for all her chaotic sensibilities is actually a Lawful neutral.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

Both.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

Also, both!

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

I think, with Agatha's restless hands, this would be Agatha.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

Rio, if they were invented when they were dating.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

Ooh, I think it would be Rio. Agatha can be too cranky about it or thinks she's too cool for the whole thing.

Seven/Raffi

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

Raffi, I think. I feel Seven's still careful about these things despite looking and playing like shes a rogue.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

Raffi, I think. Seven would be too appalled to do that, inside, she's still the same stuffy ex-Borg on Voyager.

Who starts the tickle fights

Who starts the pillow fights

I would like to think when Seven becomes comfortable, she would start the pillow or tickle fights.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

Seven would fall asleep last since sleeping still doesn't feel natural for her.

Who mistakes salt for sugar

Ooh, I think. Raffi because she gets distracted in the kitchen.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

Raffi, because she forgets about and Seven because she's running an experiment.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

Seven would do it because she thinks its expected of her.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

Seven of Nine, would do that!

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

Oh, I think they both do, but Seven appreciates it more since she's never done it. Raffi introduces her to the practice.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

I think this would be Raffi, Seven wouldn't think of replicating candles.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

Raffi would love drawing little tattoos and maybe Seven would like the sensation. It's very new to her.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

Definitely Raffi.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

Seven because she dutifully completes surveys that she sees.

[my-brain-soup]

I've Never Seen Luka, But Jon Kent Has

Basically I've never watched Luka but I read a fanfic where Jon gets the teen titans to watch it (parallels are drawn between Luca and Alberto and Jon and Damian) so now I will be watching it and writing the thoughts I have during it

No I will not give context and spoiler warning ig

Love the music during the studio logos

We love a superstitious king, I mean, I have a feeling he has a point

IF THEY HIT HIM IMMA BE SO PISSED

Awww, he's such a polite little guy

Luca is a farm boy!!! I love my little Jon Kent varient :)

I, too, would risk my life for shiny object

I, too, do the murder

OMG THEIR SO JON AND DAMIAN BUT LIKE BEING HUMAN IS BEING A VIGILANTE AND ITS THE SAME AS THEIR START BASICALLY I LOVE THEM

HE EVEN HAS THE SUPERMAN CURL

Dami would say he invented walking

And pretend he's not proud of Jon

THEYRE SO CUTESY

Bruno? Or Bruce...o... you get the idea

Sorry, they have Luca grab Alberto like that and expect me not to see them as the most adorable little guy love story? Their so crushing on each other

"You're so lucky your dad lets you do what you want," cue Superman's comment about Bruce getting hit on the head all the time

NO WAY THEIR SENDING HIM TO (basically) BOARDING SCHOOL TO KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE "bad influence" THAT IS ALBERTO

Yes! Grandma, my queen!

"We can do anything" I love this movie

MY FRIEND SMELLS AMAZING

God I don't know her name yet but I love her

JULIA OR HOWEVER YOU SAY IT

We're not telling you our secrets! Tells secrets immediately.

FROM EVERYTHING YOU LOVE?????

I love Alberto so muchhhhhh

I love Mr dad human

Oh they know SOO many fish

No way everyone, including an adult, just saw that bitch rob some kids and didn't do shit

He is a sad little catfish

Why are his parents actually crazy

Aww, Alberto doesn't want to lose his friend

Noooooooo

Luca just wants to learn, and Alberto just wants to feel loved :(

How is the gayest looking dude there being homophobic?

When your new father figue wants to kill your entire species

Alberto got mad when Julia touched Luca's hand...

Why does Luca's hair looks like a croissant

NO LUCA WTF

I WAS ALMOST ON YOUR SIDE

GOD WHAT THE HELL

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT KILL YOUR NEW SON

FUCK.

IM NOT CRYING.

Nooooo

Their fort :(

BESTIE NO

NO ALBERTO MY BABY NO

STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY SO YOU DONT GET HURT. IT'S NOT GONNA WORK

God the organizer adult lady us such a bitch

Why is no one concerned that the scuba kid isn't coming up for air?

Aww, his little clap self tap in

It's totally about to rain

Well shit. Sometimes I hate when I'm right

WAIT WAS THAT ALBERTO

I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE WHEN IM RIGHT

FUCK

NO I TAKE IT BACK AGAIN

I love them so much!!!!

MR DAD HUMAN NO

MR DAD HUMAN YES

YAYYYY

KING

Is the mom the same person that voiced Aunt Cass in big hero 6?

YES LOVE ME THE OLD LADIES

I decided it is a metaphor for older lgbtq people, feeling able to come out after younger generations have proved that times have changed, I love them

(They're sisters, so they're not together, but they can still be gay!)

BRO ITS SO ABOUT BEING GAY I LOVE THIS MOVIE

BRO ALBERTO

THOSE LITTLE LOOKS

YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

JULIA 100% KNOWS

About his crush, not just Luca going to school

AHHHH HES SO SWEET

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, YOU NEED EACH OTHER

Their in love, your honor

THEIR LITTLE HAND HOLDING THING I CANT

IM SO MENTALLY ILL FOR GAY FISH

IM CRYING AGAIN

AHHH, THEY RIGHT EACH OTHER LETTERS

ALBERTO LOOKS SO SMITTEN WHEN THEY'RE ON THE PHONE

ALBERTO GETS HIS KNIFE

DOES HE BECOME A LIFEGAURD???

I love this movie

So much

DAMIAN ALSO HAS A CAT AND JON ALSO HAS A DOG

Also, here is my formal apology, her name is spelled Giulia, my b

Alberto learns to carve wood, awww

Also, does Luca EVER get shoes?

I've decided I need an Alberto to become a tattoo artist future au, at least like on the side or for fun or sm

The dedication is adorable

Yes, I just watched all of the credits. What about it?

I was rewarded with an after credits scene, so fuck you.

I'm gonna watch all the deleted scenes now, I'm not gonna specify which one so have fun guessing

Haha, they called Alberto and Luca the main relationship

BOO STOP TRYING TO GIVE LUCA A CRUSH ON GIULIA

YES ALBERTO CHEER ON THE KRAKEN AGAINST THE HUNTER

YES! CONFORMED LUCA A GIULIA ONLY PLATONIC

Also, she was almost a photographer, like TIM DRAKE?!?!?

Don't worry, Luca, I'll ride in a barrel lit on fire down a hill with you

Awww, they were raised by a lobsterrr

BRING BACK CANNED SEA MONSTER FACTORY

OH SEA MONSTER CAN PASS BUT IF THEIR FOUND OUT THE CONSEQUENCES MIGHT BE REALKY DIRE??? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME.

Oh, Jon is extremely charming

I love how they used different animation styles (in how they had the characters move) on land and in the water

PH THE TRANSFORMATION ISN'T CELEBRATED IN LUCAS FAMILY AND HE MAKES IT A CONSIOUS DEASITION TO CHANGE HIS THINKING FROM I SHOULDNT DO THIS TO I SHOULD EMBRASE THIS? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME

Bro, not the first version where Alberto outs Luca to Giulia, eek

And finally, Ciao Alberto!

Aww, Luca wants to see to Portorosso!

THE GAY OLD LADY SISTERS ARE DEFINITELY CLOSE WITH ALBERTO, AND I LOVE IT FOR ALL OF THEM

He finally has people who care about him!!!

AWW ALBERTO JUST WANTS MR DAD HUMAN TO BE PROUD OF HIM

Alberto, you do NOT got this

DONT LIGHT THE BOAT ON FIRE

OH SHIT

Noooo!!! Don't leave!!!

YOU'RE NOT HIS EMPLOYEE, YOU'RE HIS SON

HE CALLED HIM DAD!!!

YAY HUGS

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

MY HEART

I CANT

I love Alberto being an artist (a bad one, for now, but still and artist)

Okay, that's it, Ciao :)