#once more are complete they will take over the promo pic

[cheesebreadgremlin]

Fuckin uhhhhhh stream announcement for April 5

I'm gonna draw more Transformers Plushie assets! Feel free to suggest some Transformers to draw too, especially if you have a reference for me to use! Going live in 10 and a half hours as I post this!

[ashen-char]

lights, camera, action 🔞

ship: max fox (better things) x afab reader

content: explicit smut, OnlyFans content creation, pussy inspection :)

summary: your girlfriend, max, has an OF and you're her lucky co-star

word count: 1200+

notes: requested here a long time ago and i've tried to write this au a LOT with a bunch of different ideas. so look out for future parts of this. OF-girl!Max i love you so much

You lay naked on the bed, flushed and breathless. Your chest heaves and your lungs feel like they're burning but it's worth it. So, so worth it to belong to her.

You're not used to bottoming. Usually you prefer Max's thighs squeezing your face as you lap at her, bringing her to the edge over and over. But Max had complained that her OnlyFans followers (or subscribers, as she corrected you once) kept calling her a bottom, a pillow princess. And while your sweet, lovely girl is many things (a pillow princess definitely being one of them), she is stubborn to a fault and with this constant need to prove herself. Not that she ever needs to prove anything to you or her followers.

So she flicked the camera on, and her fingers ruined you again and again. Max had told you that she got her nails clipped just for you to feel nice and special. Ever since she started her OnlyFans, she realised how important it is to keep some things personal. To feel like your relationship is still between the two of you even if it's plastered online, both on her Twitter for promo and on OnlyFans (for a very affordable deal of $5 a month!).

Now in the aftermath, you feel raw and exposed. Every inch of your skin is hyper-aware of her touch, of her eyes physically on you and the hundreds that will eventually see this. Curiously, you wonder if this is how Max always feels. After filming, after you rearrange her insides with a strap, after obsessively reading all her comments. Max's eyes roam over your body, dark with lust and possessiveness.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," she commands, her voice low and rough. "I want to see what my fingers did to you."

You obey without hesitation, parting your thighs to reveal your most intimate places. Max kneels between your legs, her gaze zeroing in on your pussy.

"Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt," she groans, reaching out to spread your lower lips open with her fingers. "So pink and swollen, just like I imagined."

You squirm at her touch, at her words that are so much filthier when the camera's rolling. You're still sensitive and you tell her as much, hissing "careful" as she peels apart your sticky labia.

"I know, I know." Max's fingers are gentle but firm, exposing you to both her hungry gaze and her lens. "Your hole's so cute," she murmurs, circling your entrance with the tip of her finger. "Puffy and stretched out. You were made for me, weren't you?" She giggles. "Made for the camera too. You're a natural, baby!"

You bite your lip, a whimper escaping your throat. Max's words turn you on almost as much as her touch. You can feel yourself growing wet again, your body responding despite the tender ache between your thighs.

"Gonna take some pics too," Max announces, grabbing her phone. "Want to remember this perfect pussy."

Excited, she positions herself between your spread legs, the camera aimed directly at your core. Your heart races, wondering if you bit off more than you could chew when you promised to help her make content all those months ago. You hadn't quite imagined this situation. At most, you thought you'd help her use her toys, keep the camera angled right. Fluff her pillows or something, you didn't know! Eventually, Max convinced you to co-star.

You've never done anything like this before, never let anyone see you so intimately, in such a debauched and ruined state. Hell, you don't think you've been this ruined before. But with Max, it feels right. Natural, even. You trust her completely.

"Smile for me, baby," Max encourages, snapping a few shots. "Show me how much you love having your hole photographed."

You groan but manage a shaky grin, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and an odd sense of pride. You don't think your pussy is anything special but Max seems to and she's the professional. Besides, you've seen what she posts (and the nudes you received way before her OF hustle) so you know she'll make it art.

"Who says I love this?" you mutter under your breath, "I'm only doing this for you." But still, you take initiative and spread yourself wider, giving Max and her fans the best possible view. And in return, she hums approvingly, zooming in close to capture every detail. Under the ring lights and her scrutiny, you feel thoroughly inspected.

"Fuck, your little clit is so cute," she remarks, shifting the focus. "All puffy and begging to be sucked."

"Shut up and do it already," you whimper, hips twitching involuntarily.

You want it. You hadn't known you'd want it, not this much. Normally when Max is underneath you, the thoughts of your own pleasure are secondary. It's enough to make her feel good. But this is another need entirely, an itch that won't be satisfied until her mouth is between your legs again.

Max chuckles. "Patience, baby," she murmurs, moving back up to your entrance. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue before I'm done. OK? Just 'cause you did such a good job!"

She dives in without any more warning, her mouth hot and wet against your sensitive flesh. You cry out, back arching off the bed and legs shaky. Max licks and sucks at your folds, her skilled tongue delving deep into your hole.

You tangle your fingers in her hair, holding her close as she positively, ruinously devours you. The sounds are so lewd. The slick slides of her tongue licking you out, her lips smacking as she suckles your clit.

"Please!" The word falls out of your mouth, which stays agape as you struggle to breathe.

Pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tight in your belly. Your muscles are all tense. So sensitive, so close to the edge already. Your mind hazily tries to remember what round this would even be. Her nails dig into your thighs and the memory of how those fingers had played with you makes you feel feral. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

"You're fucking delicious, babe," she mumbles against your sloppy cunt. The words are all muffled but it makes this vibration against your core which starts this inexplicable tingle. You didn't know you could feel this good. You start thinking of hooking her up to a vibrator and overstimulating her to make it up to Max.

"Max!" you gasp, your thighs starting to tremble. "I'm gonna- fuck, I'm cumming!"

Max doubles her efforts, sucking hard on your clit as she thrusts two fingers knuckle-deep into your cunt. You shatter, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

You thrash beneath her, incoherent with ecstasy. The faint taste of blood tells you that in the midst of all this you must have bitten your tongue or your cheek to stop from crying out too loudly. Something about the audio levels peaking. Through it all, Max continues her assault, working you through your climax and into another. By the time your girlfriend finally pulls back, you are nothing but a boneless, mewling mess.

"My subscribers are gonna love this," Max tells you with an impish grin and a sweet kiss. "Almost as much as I love you, baby."

[juliapark13]

See ik I can leave any time and no one is forcing me to stay. But I want some answer to clear out this confusion, if it's just that.

Do you really think Jimin indeed loves his fans ? We are giving our time and money to stream for him, protect him from haters, defend him, celebrate him, reason for his success and what not. But instead what we are getting ? He don't post anything nor comes live once in a while. It's like we have to take appointment to meet an important personality when in reality the dynamic with fans should be equal equal. If there are no fans who support you, then there's no you nor your career. While we are putting 100% effort he's not even giving back 10% of it.

I'm seriously so done with a person who just abandon the people who loves him. I'm not saying he needs to update each and everything. But updating or interacting with fans once in a while hurts nobody. Remember when he used to come lives regularly few months back ? And the only reason for it was his album release, he did the same while promo of FACE was going on. If there was nothing coming up I bet he'll ghost everyone. He just want mass of people who buys his album and streams his music so he can stay relevant and chart more. And if one day, he decides to retire he'll cut all connections with his 'fans'. Didn't he said that himself ? That when he's in this type of Job he needs people supporting him. People who loved him like a part of their family will be left with nothing and completely ghosted.

Just like any other idols, he says he loves his fans but what he's doing to prove that ? Coming a live once in a blue moon ? Or posting a pic once in six months ? Even if we think he's 'busy' he's definitely not any busier than Joon or Hobi who also prepared their full albums from scratch nor than JK who's traveling back and forth. So what makes Park Jimin so special that he won't even give his own fans atleast 10 mins a week ? I really don't wanna hear him say 'I know you all missed me and I didnt came to you' again. He very well knows what he is doing and gave this same excuse a 100 times already.

No wonder kpop fans nor army thinks he's popular or special than Tae or JK. If he's giving 10%, he also gets the same back

Anon, you are so selfish.

Jimin didn’t stop interacting with his fans, he only started to be more and more private over the years after everything he’s been through.

Some celebrities don’t have any social media and they never post anything, so fans see them only on public events. Some celebrities also stopped posting their private life when it was too much and not because they didn’t care about their fans anymore.

If you are a celebrity it doesn’t mean you are obliged to interact with fans regularly. And we aren’t celebrities, we have totally different lives, so you can’t even imagine it.

Jimin loves his fans deeply and everyone knows he how much he cares about them.

He is grateful for all the support we give him. After he was No1 on Billboard he immediately wanted to write a thankful letter, but he was speechless. So then he did a live where he was very emotional.

„He just want mass of people who buys his album and streams his music so he can stay relevant and chart more.”

He doesn’t force his fans to support him. His fans support him because they genuinely love him. Not because they are competing with others. He wasn’t even posting stories with links to his songs and videos. He doesn’t have to do anything to stay relevant.

„No wonder kpop fans nor army thinks he's popular or special than Tae or JK. If he's giving 10%, he also gets the same back”

What did you want to say? That they think he isn’t as popular and special as Taehyung or JK?

You are such a looser. He gets the most hate by kpop fans and armys because he is the nicest, most likeable and most hardworking of all and everyone is jealous of him. They either wants to be him or have what he has. But everyone knows he is the most special.

If you don’t want to give your money on him just don’t. No one will miss you.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out I am very high from a edible rn but HEAR ME OUT DUDE

so we all know Chris Evans and his absolute slutty build like cmon he literally was nicknamed the human dorito bc slutty waist

Anyways thinking about that one promo pic of Chris in the cap suit with his back turned to the camera and his ass is just perfect ANYWAYS FR THIS TIME

Thinking about stucky but not like dating but Bucky being obsessed with Steve’s absolutely slutty figure and once the two get close to being fully retired Steve gets bigger as he slowly grows accustomed to taking it easy for once. but not exactly just fatter everything is the same but somehow softer and bigger. His thighs spread out more when he sits his chest is massive not quite defined pecs but far from being flabby moobs they’re just huge, his abs are long gone but he doesn’t have a round gut (Atleast when he’s empty) and the best part that makes bucky go crazy is his love handles , ass, and thighs, all perfectly packed together in one big package that makes Bucky lose his shit. Steves ass has nearly doubled but it’s still a perfect bubble butt, and his thighs have filled out enough to close any gap that might’ve occurred even when he has a wide stance. (Think those really chunky frat boys that manspread and their thighs are still somehow touching) BUT Steve’s suit and most of his wardrobe hasn’t changed so his clothes just accentuate his assets. His thighs and ass taking up most of the room in his pants and they perfectly leave Steve’s bulge completely on display almost like a gift from god to Bucky. Anyways I’m sure if you did add to this you’d be able to express that better than I could! And if you don’t THATS ALSO COOL (pls by no means feel like you have to answer this right away )

THIS HAS VIBES 🤤🤤

You know what kind of vibes? Exhibitionist Captain America vibes from this post by iwritetheweirdstuff

And I assume you're talking about this photo, which I nabbed from forchrisevans

Okay, shit...

Now you just have me thinking about chunky but still super fucking muscular Steve. I’m going off the rails over here, biting and clawing at my enclosure. I don’t think this rambling is actually totally related to your original idea, so just know I love your original idea!

But this reaoly gets me because Steve would be such a fucking classic MAN. Yanno? Big and heavy and robust. He looks like he could take Bucky in his big, beefy arms and rip him apart. He’s healthy. Hefty. Rippling muscles hidden under this layer of pudge.

Yum.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead. Warning for weight gain, muscle chub talk, tight clothes, Bucky being a little creepy by drooling over Steve before they're an item, etc.

Before gaining weight and when he was wearing the title of Captain American so tightly that it was suffocating him to the point that he was unforgiving of himself, never good enough as Steve Rogers, Steve was like a Thoroughbred. A racehorse, smooth and lean, with a single objective. Win. But now that he’s looser with the title and deciding what he wants for himself, more often calling himself a nomad than going by Cap… now he’s gruff, ignoring the rules (ignoring them even more than he did before, which is saying something for a troublemaker like him), and he’s like a Clydesdale. He’s a tank.

A fucking beast.

When he’s running, you get out of the fucking way because of all the mass behind that force. If you let him collide with you at full speed, full force… it ain’t pretty. His feet pound the ground. Jesus wept. These days his chest, belly, and ass shake when he runs, even when his big, big body is wrapped tightly in all that deep, navy-blue Kevlar. The sight just destroys Bucky.

Bucky can’t fucking fight next to him anymore when they’re called in for Avenging every now and again, half-retired as they are. It was bad enough when Steve was that Thoroughbred, rippling lean muscle and a shiny, bright blond head of short hair. Always distracting Bucky. But now it’s worse because Steve is a Clydesdale with this heft to him and his dirty blond hair and dark, thick beard. He’s even letting his body hair grow in, and it’s all Bucky can do to not faint, landing face-first into the deepening cleavage between his robust pecs, inhaling the musk of him. Every time Steve grunts with the effort of punching or kicking or tearing some offending villain to pieces, Bucky swears he feels faint. He has this completely involuntary feral reaction to the burly man he’s become. Hunky. Stocky. Ripped. Hefty. Whatever fucking word there is for the built he’s got going… it makes Bucky’s mouth water.

Of course, Steve’s still only two inches taller - 6’2” to Bucky’s 6’0” - but suddenly he feels a whole foot taller, and he feels twice as wide as Bucky. Those broad shoulders are only made wider, reinforced by the extra protein he’s eating, thickening his muscles and adding soft pudge; his pecs are still high and tight but even more… they’re swollen almost, added to by an irresistible layer of fat that Bucky has the primal urge to bite; the abs he had once upon a time, defined enough to use as a washboard have softened, especially after a hearty meal like a good lumberjack’s breakfast or a caveman’s dinner, just, these big plates with plenty of meat piled onto them, which turn his stomach into this drool-worthy curve, a little belly that sticks around until he somehow manages to digest it all; that fucking ass made even rounder and more shapely to the point that his pants all strain across it, his sweats especially, nearly splitting down the middle whenever he gets out of his comfy recliner; his thighs, oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, they’re ripe, rubbing together and trying to bust outta his jeans, his sweats, even his Captain America uniform.

Bucky has it bad.

If he weren’t so focused on trying to not let his animal out, growling and just fucking tackling Steve to the floor, he would feel terrible for how much he’s sexualizing his best pal. It seems no matter what he’s doing, Bucky’s caveman brain is thinking about how to best peel him out of his too-small clothes. Too tight when he was lean with rippling muscles, barely any body fat on him, and especially too fucking tight now when he has this delicious extra give to him. He looks like a size two sausage stuffed into a size one casing. Bucky curses his wardrobe at the same time that he would fall to his knees and thank it with his hands pressed together, praying to it. He wants to be there for the day that Steve busts out of it after a heavy, hearty, indulgent dinner.

‘Cause, listen, Bucky’s spank bank is just overflowing these days:

When the most recent battle is done and Steve bends over to pick up a fucking massive slab of concrete, he unintentionally gives Bucky a front-row seat to his thick ass. His curves barely fit in his uniform these days. Honestly, Bucky doesn’t know how he puts that godforsaken, tight-as-hell uniform on by himself anyway. And he doesn’t want to think about it. Not in public! The only way he can imagine it happening is with Steve naked save for a jock strap, alone in his room. First, he steps into the legs, then he works it up his calves, getting it to his thighs where it gets stuck. He’s outgrowing it. It’s a tight fit, but he still fits for now. At least, he fits when he shimmies and wiggles into it. Better than a damn stripper. Moving his body in this unintentionally, totally sexy way. Wiggling. Pulling. Squirming. Even jumping while he’s at it, pulling hard at the thick Kevlar, his biceps bulging - they’re bigger than Bucky’s fucking head now - grunting as he holds his breath, sucking in. Sucking in! His chest expanding without his pudgy, starter belly going anywhere, stubborn and jiggly.

Whenever he bends over, he gives Bucky a show, really. It doesn’t matter where they are...

When he’s bent over looking at the leaky pipe under their kitchen sink, his waist filling more of the open cabinet than it once would have. While he’s down there, his shirt rolls up over his soft little hips, the new weight just beginning to accumulate there. The start of what could be real love handles someday.

When he’s looking through the bottom drawer of the fridge, doing a head count before they head out for groceries. He’s not dressed yet, though, so he doesn’t have a belt to hold his pants up and his sweats slide down the shelf of his ass, displaying just enough of his asscrack for Bucky to feel starved, meaning he’s extra grumpy at having to wander around an overcrowded store. Shoulder to shoulder with strangers. Hungry and horny.

When he’s drawing on the couch and he accidentally lets a pencil fall onto the floor, so he has to get up, but, oops, it looks like it must’ve rolled under the couch so he gets even lower. Onto his knees and forearms. Searching blindly for the pencil… blind to Bucky’s eyes, perving out on how his thighs touch from the back now, his legs getting just as thick as his ass is. And it’s thick.

When he’s doing stretches on their balcony in the morning, breathing in the fresh air, doing some cat-cows, and inadvertently displaying his new belly that’s still rumbling through last night’s dessert. A classic, couple 'a slices of pie and ice cream. Too much pie and ice cream judging by how distended his belly looks.

When they’re getting some of their energy out now that they’re not constantly going out and avenging, half-retired, by sparing with each other in the gym. Sparing, kind of wrestling, too. They’re not trying to be tactical about it, they’re just having fun, being big kids, reminiscent of the days when they’d pull the mattress off the bed and start to play fighting on the floor. But they aren’t kids and Steve isn’t so much smaller than him, so Bucky doesn’t have to focus on finding that perfect balance of holding back just enough where it doesn’t seem like he is but he’s also not at risk of pushing Steve’s frail body too far. Now they can really whale on each other. Which is fun… until it isn’t. Because Bucky is laughing and sweating and actually starting to feel tired, and then he’s pinned, and he’s choking back a moan, sweating harder. Steve is on top of him. Steve is crushing him. Steve’s big, hot chest is against his back - Bucky can feel how he’s sweating through his skintight white t-shirt, his thick pecs squishing against his shoulder blades. Steve’s delightful, chubby, little belly is slotted perfectly into the small of his back. While fighting, Bucky’s shirt has risen up, and apparently, Steve’s has done the same, despite how firmly it had been clinging to his soft middle the last time he dared to sneak a peak because now their sweaty, hot skin is pressed together. Steve’s hairy tummy is tickling him, making Bucky want to squirm. He wants to moan. It’s a good fucking thing he’s face-down with Steve on top of him. He wants more than just to squirm and moan, he wants to hump the floor like an animal because with Steve’s tits pressed to his back and his belly squished to his back, it aligns his crotch right up against his ass. Bucky can feel Steve’s dick on his ass through the thin layers of their sweatpants and underwear. He can feel how heavy it is. And he’s thinking about how Steve’s dick probably blushes a dusky pink and gets wet at the time and how it probably curves a little and gets so thick when he’s hard and… this is where Bucky dies because Steve readjusts himself, making it worse by spreading his killer thighs to either side of Bucky’s legs, practically grinding into him, trapping him between his watermelon-crushing thighs. “Had enough?” Steve teases him with a shit-eating grin. God. Only if the fucker knew.

When Natasha adopts a new, abandoned kitten that she’s named Liho and they go over to play with him at Tasha’s apartment and Steve decides to grin like he does, always breath-taking, his smile the sweetest, most affectionate thing as he lifts Liho up above his head like Simba in the Lion King (yes, they’ve caught up on that modern pop culture reference, thank you very much). Bucky nearly goes cross-eyed, staring at his pecs. His t-shirt clings to his round, heavy tits. With his arms up, it forces his pecs to move up, too. High and plump. Bucky can see every detail of them, he can see every breath he takes, making them heave, and he’s almost able to pick out the tiniest creaking groan of the seams of his shirt screaming under all that pressure. Tasha doesn’t bat an eye, at the treatment Steve is giving her new companion, she just squeezes past Steve in her kitchen (is the apartment that small, or is Steve that big?), flicking one of his hard nipples. The points of them are obvious through the straining, thin fabric. She refills her mug with coffee but she doesn’t take a sip until she reminds Steve that if he wants to see how much more comfortable running can be, he only has to say the word and she’ll show him the magic of sports bras. Everyone can see that he needs it, and he might as well embrace it. They can even get matching ones if he wants. Her smile is razor-sharp, teasing. Bucky nearly chokes on his tongue, imagining the heavy mounds of his tits hoised up higher, giving him even more cleavage than he normally sports. Guh. Bucky wouldn’t survive.

When later during that same day, Steve decides he’s going to lie down on Natasha’s couch as they watch a movie - some Russian production that Tasha’s been telling Bucky about forever (he’s hardly paying attention and it’s Steve’s fault that he’s going to have to watch this again, on his own, during one of his sleepless nights when he can pay attention to it) - and Liho decides that Steve’s his favorite. So, he wanders back over to curl up on his soft chest and belly and starts fucking kneading his plush chest and belly like it’s the comfiest, fluffiest pillow ever. It probably fucking is! And Bucky can’t blame the kitten for purring so loudly - despite Steve’s and Tasha’s amusement at it - Bucky would be no better. He spends the rest of the evening biting the inside of his cheek and trying to banish all the mental images of his own hands kneading and squishing and groping those tits until Steve’s blushing, his mouth open, eyes heavily lidded, sweat beading at his hairline, begging Bucky to move on and touch him somewhere else, anywhere else! His nipples swollen and so hard. Irrestable. Bucky would indulge him… sort of. He would move on. But he’d have to give the same thorough attention to his soft belly, his growing hips, his thick thighs, and his fat ass. His body deserves to be pleasured until he’s out of his mind.

When Steve’s loose and warm, they’re hanging out in some back-alley sports bar in Brooklyn for a game, watching the feed on TV, downing beers and greasy bar food with Sam and some other guys from the VA, and a sip goes down the wrong pipe so Steve has to pound his chest with a closed fist, ending up not coughing but belching loudly. For everyone else, the sound is covered by the rowdy cheers filling the crowded, dimly lit space. But not for Bucky. For Bucky, Steve is the only thing in focus. Steve, with his looser fit shirt disguise, blending in, his baseball cap tugged down low on his forehead, shading his eyes, his beard grown out, thick, and… Bucky can’t take it. His body. The way his belly scrunches up when he sits down, bulging out further. The way his throat moves when he chugs from a long-necked bottle. The way his pecs jiggle when he jumps up excitedly, cheering loudly, and the similar way his belly wobbles at the same time. The way he groans at the end of his beer burp, voice rough from yelling all night and soaked in hoppy, malty richness. The way his thighs spread out over his bar stool, expanding, stressing the seams of his jeans. He’s taking up so much space with his broad shoulders, excitable hand gestures as he talks, and his manspreading. Yet, it’s still not enough. His thighs fill out his tight, dark-wash denim so well that even when he’s manspreading, his thighs still touch. Bucky aches to curl up in his lap and kiss him, feeling his beard tickling his face. He wants the heat of that big, big body underneath him. He wants to feel the hot line of his erection when he grinds down into him - their stomachs pressed together, Steve’s heavy with bloating, greasy, fattening bar appetizers.

Bucky’s spank bank is over-fucking-flowing as Steve starts putting on weight and if Bucky didn’t know better, he would think Steve is doing it to him on purpose, teasing him, trying to get him to jump his bones 😏

[lleldey]

Omgggg the deepest marks of essence was soooo good!! Personally, I wouldn’t have needed the juice to get me acting like that with jk lolll. But ur writing is so poetic and deep, and I really enjoyed getting to be in the mc psyche. I also found it really funny that when she found out the jk could speak English and got over it so quickly, I would’ve been so embarrasseddddd.

I do have some questions about it tho. Were the people that they murdered actually threatening the tribe or were the also just hikers or something like that that happened to enter their territory?? In the video, the guy had a gun, so I’m wondering if that meant they the were actively trying to harm the tribe.

Alsooo. That older man that the mc kept watching and making eye contact, I’m assuming he was the past leader or even jks dad but why was he so sad? I was thinking that maybe he could be upset about jk’s new tactic to kill foreigners once he became leader but I’m not sure. What’s got this man feeling so low?? And you know what, I wouldn’t be mad AT ALL if u explored that in a part 2 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Hi!!! Just so you know, I’m very excited as this is my first TDMOE ask after publishing it 🤓💃🏼

Uuuu, a lot of things to go over!

The juice - 😅😅 Don’t forget you’d be injured, lost in a completely unfamiliar space with people who almost killed you! But then again, after JK’s latest Calvin promo pics who’s here to judge, I’m for sure not able to 😗

But that brings out a good point - the ‘juices’, or rather psychedelics effects bring out one’s truest desires/thoughts etc., it clouds your mind and lets emotions take ahold. That’s also the reason why MC got over him speaking English so quick, as she was excited, not doubtful

Now, that her mind works properly, and she’s gathered bigger piece of the whole picture, questions going to pool in. No longer is she able to look over how he knows the language, as at the end of the day, he’s from a uncivilised tribe.

That also brings further tension between her & JK, as that puts her more in dangers way. She’s not even able to discuss ways to escape with Tae, as in my mind, in the next part she wouldn’t practically ever be alone 👀

About the people from video — 😗 Dunno how much I’m willing to say if I’m considering writing part 2, BUT! if we look back to what JK kept repeating, he was just protecting his family. Now, is that true or is our man completely delulu? Is it all black or white? Also, might that be somehow tied to him speaking English 👀 Can’t forget there were hundreds of phones laying around

Tae was the one who planned the hike, he mentioned that the path was known to be dangerous, and there weren’t any other hikers joining them. So, it’s not likely the tribe saw loads of lost hikers around. Or perhaps they did, ‘scared’ them all, till the danger signs were put all over 🤷🏼‍♀️

The older man - you got it! It’s both JKs dad, and the previous leader! I can’t disclose too much just incase I’m writing part 2, but know that the man shows tribes dynamic to the bone. Lil bit can be tied to what JK said to MC at his place about how they view family and a man’s dynamics/essence. That’s all I’m saying for now… 👀😗

Cookie point for you 🍪! You caught quite a bit of ‘Easter eggs’ I left for part 2

Thank you so, so much for the ask! Wasn’t sure if people enjoyed this one as much, but your ask is wonderful! Thank you, thank you, thank you! ☺️

[cadavercowboy]

Take It Easy

Steve Kemp x Reader | WC: 3.9k+ | Explicit Content

Summary: Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you? Warnings: 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI. Dark themes. Implied imprisonment. Drugging. Inaccurate portrayal of how paralytics work because I’m here to be a whore, not to be actual factual. Dub-con/non-con elements (as always, please heed this warning). Nipple play. Slapping. Glove kink. Spit kink. Minor degradation. Overstimulation. Fingering. Forced orgasm. A/N: This one’s been brewing since they released that promo pic of Steve in the freezer with his stupid, slutty little gloves. 

Tricking him is something you knew would never work. But it is human nature to survive at all costs; to merely lie down and accept your fate at the mercy of a monster would be the very antithesis of self-preservation. Steve had made no attempt to dissuade your discovery of just how evil and nefarious he is and you foolishly thought yourself capable of feigning acceptance to lull him in and eventually convince him to let you go. You never expected it to backfire so spectacularly. 

You’ve grown accustomed to the dimly lit environment of Steve’s bedroom, but this is something much different. This room is too cold, too bright, and too damn sterile. There’s a reeking odor, sharp and burning in your nostrils; a recognizable scent akin to bleach, or else some other strong cleaning product. The unfamiliarity of the mirrored walls you find yourself surrounded by makes you uneasy, though not nearly as much as the realization that you can’t seem to move any part of your body.

You’re lying on your back with your head slightly propped up and while you’re acutely aware that you appear to be shaking violently, you cannot move your limbs of your own accord. For a brief moment, you worry you may be paralyzed, however you can still feel your limbs. So why can’t you move them?

Although you’re unable to move your head, your eyes shift as expected and you’re horrified to learn that you’re completely naked. Your breathing increases slightly at the notion and panic seeps into your veins at the onset of distant footsteps. Albeit frustratingly vague, your foggy mind is able to conjure at least some bits and pieces of how you ended up here, even if that obscure recollection seems too strange to be reality. A wave of nausea overcomes you as you frantically look around, feeling as if the entire world is suddenly strapped to a swift-moving ferris wheel.

The sound of a door opening somewhere nearby prompts your lungs to freeze, your rapid breaths catching as you listen intently for some clue as to who has entered. Deep down, you know who’s come to join you in this dungeon, but it’s as if your mind refuses to accept the possibility. Growing more anxious as the footfalls move closer, you attempt to cover your nude body. A small sound emits from your dry throat when your arms refuse to budge. You can hear someone standing near, but you cannot see them. When they speak, you don’t need to.

“Ah, there she is.”

Steve’s familiar voice is velvety smooth, the dulcet tone and false geniality prompting a striking fear that has your body shaking even harder now. His presence serves as a terrifying reminder that you’ve found yourself in a real-life nightmare. With your eyes squeezed shut, you fight the tears that threaten to spill and desperately try to calm your breathing. In all the complexity of your hair-brained plans, you seem only to have buried yourself more deeply in Steve’s wicked clutches.

A distinct shiver rattles through you and you begrudgingly allow your eyes to ease open once more. The abundance of moisture spills over immediately. Your breathing has slowed considerably, though it has done nothing to stop the quaking of your naked frame. A subtle warmth surrounds your ankle and you want to flinch away from the sensation, but you’re still rendered incapable of movement. You glance up and your stomach heaves, a wave of dizziness making your eyes roll slightly as you moan in discomfort.

“It’s just the drugs I gave you,” Steve mentions casually, his fingertips trailing the length of your shinbone as his eyes follow the path of his hand. 

All at once, you worry that Steve has somehow uncovered your plot to fool him. He’s seen right through your put-upon antics of submission and understanding and you will pay the ultimate price for betraying his trust.

While your eyes remain open, you refuse to meet Steve’s imploring gaze. Still, the suggestion of his frigid stare is an almost physical sensation upon your bare flesh. A small grunt niggles in the back of your throat as you fight against your own trembling body.

“Are you cold?” Steve ponders. 

His touch settles heavily at your waist, accompanied by the weight of his condescending tone. He observes you with precise scrutiny and is quick to note the lack of goosebumps across your skin. The disappointed way he sighs only frightens you more and you convulse so powerfully that your teeth begin to chatter. It would almost be a comical confirmation of his previous inquest if only your body’s reaction were in fact on account of the temperature of the room.

“You’re scared,” he states with icy confidence, identifying the true cause of your symptom as a fat, salty tear rolls along your temple.

As much as you don’t want Steve to see evidence of your fear or weakness, his statement holds too much truth to be denied. You’re terrified. A strangled sob works its way out of you, your chest constricting and your ribs threatening to crack beneath the burden of your circumstance.

“Poor baby,” Steve coos with patronizing acidity. “You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?”

Unsure of his meaning, you watch anxiously from the corner of your eye as Steve produces a pair of black latex gloves and pulls the stretchy material over each of his long fingers, then lets them snap sharply around his slender wrists. When he lifts a silver scalpel, a bone-deep panic settles over you; the adrenaline surging suddenly through your body throws you into an alarming state of cognizance.

Fear burns hot and fierce in your stomach and you try with all your might to squirm, your mind seemingly still unwilling to accept that you can’t. Steve appears to be entertained by your predicament and tilts his head piteously as he watches your fruitless attempts to move away from the tool he wields ominously above you. An inexplicable snort of laughter bursts from him as he closes in on you, a gloved hand making contact with the curve of your shoulder before skimming lightly along your collarbone until he swirls a finger in the hollow of your throat.

“I gave you a local anesthetic,” he admits joyously, gesturing to your lower torso. “And a little bit of a paralytic.”

Steve leans in close to whisper the latter part of his confession as if he’s letting you in on a fun secret before informing you that it will begin to wear off soon, though your movement will still be limited. His expression grows eerily sinister and his hand drifts upwards to cradle your cheek, turning your head and forcing you to meet his unflinching stare.

“I’m gonna take your kidney,” he declares matter-of-factly, thumb sweeping gently along your cheekbone. “It’s one of the only organs you can live without because you have two of them. I promise you won't miss it much.”

He chuckles again then, smiling sadly as if it wounds him to inflict this on you. Regardless of his measly reassurance, you don’t want Steve to take any part of you, but he ignores your tiny whimper and instead shifts so that his free hand can reach your abdomen.

“See? You can’t feel that, can you?” he asks.

To your horror, you feel almost nothing. Your brain registers the pressure of something bearing down on you, but your nerves detect no actual sensation of touch. The realization that Steve truly does intend to maim you prompts a fresh wave of scalding tears to cascade down the sides of your face.

You try to voice your contempt, however the dryness of your numb lips refuses to let them separate and your jaw feels much too heavy to function. Instead, you only groan incoherently; the terror in your wet eyes conveying the message your lacking words cannot. Steve tuts in response, his palm massaging against your belly even though he knows you won’t feel much of the soothing gesture. The hand cupping your tear-streaked cheek shifts to cradle your skull, lifting your head from the pillow and drawing you in as he bends over your prone form.

“You wanna be mine?” he hisses coldly. “That means every part of you is mine, right? I can take anything I want.”

Although you know the answer he seeks, you can’t possibly give it. To acquiesce in such a way would only end badly for you. There must be another way.

The deadened muscles of your stiff neck twitch slightly with your frantic endeavor to move and you dare feel a modicum of relief that you’ve managed even an inkling of motion. You cry out desperately, eyes still pleading with Steve as you fight to shake your head in the hopes of stopping him. It is in no way genuine, but you’re nearly convinced Steve feels some sort of pity for you when his lips press in a flat line and he sighs as if deep in thought. His eyes scan your harried features, taking in the moist streaks that stain your skin as he weighs his options.

“I think I deserve to take something of yours,” he barks, sounding frustrated as he grabs the back of your neck and leans so close his lips nearly brush yours. “But maybe there’s something else you’d rather give me.”

He mutters seemingly to himself and you can only simper pathetically at his obvious vexation. Your lips flutter weakly, working so hard to form the needed syllables to beg him for some semblance of mercy. When your mouth purses, he knows immediately what you’re trying to communicate to him even if you can only moan pitifully.

Your breath stalls in your throat when the pressure you’d felt only slightly at your stomach moves more noticeably just above your left knee. The muscles tense beneath your skin as Steve draws his fingertips higher towards your thigh. While the movement in your limb is a good sign, the direction Steve’s hand moves is not.

Steve reaches the curve of your hip and your body itches to retreat from the tickling sensation. His eyes lock onto yours, enraptured with the way they express the reactions your body and voice cannot. His own breathing increases, his skin heating beneath the soft cashmere of his navy sweater. Even with the sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows, he suddenly feels overly warm inside of the expensive garment.

A whine escapes you when you feel the ghost of his touch against the crease of your thigh, the delicate pressure coming without warning. As swiftly as it happened, it’s gone; sweeping down your untouched thigh instead. Over and over, Steve teases and taunts you; his tantalizing touch too much and not enough all at once. Just when your body reacts to the encroaching pleasure his fingers promise, he’s ripping it away from you all over again. 

It is taboo to say the least — to be turned on by the meticulous attention from someone so blatantly evil, to be tempted by hands that have inflicted pain and death — but still, you are victim to your own debased desire. You want Steve to cease his torturous ministrations before it’s too late, before he notices the undeniable slickness you’re sure must be shining visibly between your thighs by now; a dampness that you couldn’t have prevented even if you wanted to.

Heat is born all across your skin; sweat growing along your hairline, beneath your arms, and near the warmth of your neglected center. You're not sure whether your response is due to embarrassment or something much worse. And you're even less sure you're ready to admit that particular truth — whatever it may be. Steve spots the confused surprise swimming in your shiny eyes and he relents; teasing the knuckles of two fingers along your side instead and stopping just before he touches your breast. He pays close attention to the way your eyelids flutter and your breath stutters, smiling with cruel satisfaction when he understands how easily he could have you now. 

All at once, Steve’s agenda becomes startlingly clear to you. He’s not punishing you for an unearthed betrayal, he’s simply proving a point; both to you and to himself. He wants to show you how easily you’re willing to surrender, what level of depravity you’re willing to stoop to for his sake even knowing what you know about him. You only wish his assumptions were wrong.

His gloved fingers snatch the meat of your bare thigh in a tight and forceful grip, snapping your attention to him just the way he wants. Steve’s light eyes are dimmed with something hot, dark, and foreboding. He closes the space between you, holding the two middle fingers of his other hand in front of your face.

“Open your mouth.”

Finally able to gain some movement back in your jaw, your lips part — not with obedience, but with shock. You’re quick to snap your mouth shut again, much to Steve’s disapproval. He inhales sharply and his disappointment is evident in the heft of the sigh he releases.

“You’re gonna want them to be wet,” he assures you with chilling softness, the tips of his fingers coming to rest upon your sealed lips.

You refuse to open your mouth and even manage to give your head a nearly imperceptible shake to display your denial of his request. Steve laughs then and the tight smile that raises his cheeks is anything but amused. His eyes ignite with displeasure and he shakes his own head in kind. 

Before you know it, the hand gripping your thigh is racing towards your face and pinching your nose so hard that you cry out in pain. You fight the uncomfortable grip Steve exerts on you until your eyes begin to water. Deprived of oxygen, your eyebrows furrow with a silent plea, however Steve does not relent until he gets the inevitable result he’s after.

The moment your mouth opens to gasp and draw a much needed breath, Steve shoves his gloved fingers past your chapped lips; four fingers painfully forcing your jaw open rather than the two he had initially offered. The digits slide deep into the warm recess and — in your desperation to suck in as much air as you can — you instantly begin to choke around them. Flecks of saliva splutter from the corners of your over-filled mouth and Steve finally lets go of your nose, opting to hold your head in place instead while he invades your throat with his hand; no doubt intentionally reaching as far as he can in order to make you gag around him.

Your tongue lifts instinctively to rid your mouth of the intrusive object and you hate the distinct, rubbery taste of the glove as Steve begins to swirl his fingers around your mouth and over the textured muscle, coating the latex in a slick layer of your spit. A line of drool splashes across your chin when he removes his hand and holds it up for you to observe, rubbing his black-tipped fingers together so your saliva shines in the overhead light.

“There, that’s better,” he praises facetiously.

Pleased with the moisture coating his gloved hand, Steve turns his attention elsewhere. His slippery fingers trail down the center of your throat and drift between your cleavage. He backtracks slightly, circling one of your nipples which immediately pebbles beneath the stimulation. Steve drags the remainder of your saliva over the sensitive skin, swirling tight circles over your areola until you inhale sharply then he blows a cool puff of air over your breast.

You can’t feel the warmth of Steve’s hand as he skims it over your numb abdomen, but you still watch him intently as he does. Your cheeks heat and you bite your tongue when his palm flattens over your pubic bone then slips lower, obscuring itself from your view between your slightly parted thighs.

The sensation of Steve’s touch is odd at first, the intensity of the stimulation partially dulled by the layer of latex that engulfs his long fingers. You find yourself wishing the anesthetic he'd given you had spread further than just your belly. With the tip of one cool digit, Steve draws a gentle line down your weeping slit, parting the humid flesh before slowly dragging back up and stopping just short of your clit. If you could squirm, you would.

With a look of deep concentration, Steve flicks — once, twice, three times — at the bundle of nerves, reveling in the squeak you release with each sharp contact. He circles the bud experimentally before adding a second finger and using the tips of both to rub firm circles around your entrance. He plays with you, teasing and kneading the dampness of your folds. The pressure of his touch passes up and down, over and over; before long, you hear the stickiness of your flesh as your juices cling to Steve’s gloves.

His covered fingers have warmed up now and your stomach knots at how wrong this all feels. When Steve pushes two fingertips shallowly inside of you, you swear your legs lift off of the table. Steve eventually turns his attention back to your visage, taking a deep breath as he spreads your slick over the length of his fingers and holds it on display right before your face. The sticky sound is deafening in the silence of the room and Steve’s tongue peeks out to test your essence. 

“Open.”

The command is more forceful this time, his tone leaving no room for argument. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, even as he hooks the knuckles of two damp fingers over your teeth and drags the moistened latex over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself as well. Steve thrusts his fingers deeper, making sure your saliva soaks several of them before he recedes and drops his hand back between your thighs.

This time, Steve enters you without warning, your cunt stretched uncomfortably around the thick girth of three fingers. You cry out, your throat dry and sore. He twists his wrist, expertly delving his digits deeper and deeper as your walls steadily give way to his unexpected intrusion. With his thumb placed perfectly, he massages your clit as his fingers swirl and plunge into your pussy as it slowly grows wetter.

Steve’s hand takes hold of your hip, pinning you in place as he begins to fingerfuck you so brutally that his palm slaps loudly against your swollen flesh. You can feel your abundant slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping unhurriedly between the globes of your ass; drops of your juices splash against the insides of your thighs because of how ferociously Steve pounds into you.

The sound of latex on latex squeaks wetly through the air and your thighs quiver beneath Steve’s determined assault on your drippy cunt. Your eyes pinch shut and tears fall steadily as you whimper and whine. He only encourages you, demanding that you let him hear every sound he forces from you, even pulling your jaw open with the hand not buried in your pussy.

You moan around his exploring fingers, gagging and drooling messily all over yourself as Steve stuffs your mouth full. Your teeth press firmly into his flesh when the hand working your cunt grinds blissfully into your clit and the long fingers reach deep enough to stroke the soft, sensitive spot at the front of your clenching walls.

A devastating wail breaks forth as you try to fend off the looming climax that begins to tingle in your feet and the top of your head. You don’t want to give in, to capitulate at the hands of such a beastly man. Steve, however, has other ideas. Curled over top of you, he nips harshly at the soft flesh of your throat before imparting a solid grip around your airway with his spit-soaked fingers. Somewhat regaining the ability to move, your head wags clumsily from side to side as you try pointlessly to escape in order to breathe.

“Are you gonna cum?” Steve rasps, hot breath blowing in your ear as his thumb thrums endlessly on your nerves.

You deny him almost instantly, tipping your head away from him and groaning in agonized distress even as your body ripples with undeniable pleasure. The refutation is mumbled and nearly lost amid the blatant desperation of your moans, but Steve understands just as well; your refusal igniting a frightening fury in him. The latex stings immensely when it crashes against your cheek, causing you to gasp in surprise. Steve grips your jaw, pinching your cheeks and shaking your head violently as you slobber and whine.

“You’re lying. You’re fucking lying to me!”

Steve barks the observation directly in your face, saliva landing on your already damp skin. He pinches your cheeks even harder until your jaw is forced open and he spits viciously into your mouth with a demand to swallow it. He asks his initial question once more, the danger in his eyes challenging you to lie to him again. You begin to sob as your cunt spasms and cream spills from your abused hole, your clit overstimulated and tingling immensely as Steve works you perilously close to the edge.

“N-no,” you barely manage to slur. “P-p-ple—”

The palm slapped over your sluggish mouth stops your plea before you can finish it. Steve is no longer interested in hearing you beg or lie or cry, he just wants you to surrender and let go.

“I can feel you squeezing me. You’re about to cum all over me like a filthy slut,” Steve growls, grabbing your face and forcing you to meet his burning eyes. “Don’t fucking lie, just cum.”

You breathe frantically through your nose and mewl brokenly behind his slippery hand, every muscle in your body spasming wildly as his fingers plunge deep in your pussy, spread apart and stuffing you unbearably full until your eyes roll backwards. Just as you begin to scream, Steve presses his thumb firmly to your clit and rubs back and forth with agonizing accuracy, causing your hips to rise uncontrollably into his gloved hand. You’re grateful for the limited mobility you’ve finally acquired, working your pelvis to grind your pussy into the heat of his palm, drawing out your orgasm.

Wetness spills from your core, drenching your flesh and slickening Steve’s hand as he continues to fuck his fingers shallowly into your sopping cunt. You shake and sniffle, crying from the intensity as well as the guilt that taints your climax. Tears still trickle from your eyes, soaking into your hairline as you come down from the full-body high.

Steve pushes his fingers deep into you — all the way to his knuckles until you’re uncomfortably stretched — one last time before slowly drawing them from your weak, pliant body. Your cream sticks to the wet latex, leaving streaks along the length of his slender digits. His hand slips free with a lewd sucking sound and you shiver at the sensitivity you feel between your legs, nearly crying out when Steve slaps his sticky fingers over your worn out pussy before brushing them with surprising tenderness over your heated cheek.

“You’re mine,” he whispers seriously. “And your body is mine to do what I want with. Remember that.”

Steve combs his fingers through your hair, spreading your cum through the strands before licking a stripe through the fluids he’d left behind on your cheekbone. You melt defeatedly into the hard surface beneath you, utterly exhausted and too wrung out to consider the implication of his adamantly spoken words. 

Sebastian Stan Masterlist || Writing Masterpost

[romanstheory]

so i'm sure you've seen rhea's latest pic with the suit 🥵 my request is, essentially, that ready is acting needy all night during the event, gently pulling the sleeve and not wanting to leave her side at all. so, after it. rhea's fed up cause she was being bratty and takes care of her

Of Course!

Warnings : Smut, Language, Choking

Word Count : 683

18 +

Rhea had been gone for a full month with work, and finally the day came that we could both be in the same city at the same. Rhea picks me up from our Air BnB and we ride to the show together. "Hi baby!" I say to her sporting a smile so big it made my cheeks hurt. "Hi love!" Rhea responds to me with a smirk. I just missed her so much, I know she has things to do once we get to the arena, but I want all of her attention. Rhea and I talked the entire ride, just catching up with little things that had happened between phone calls. She's always so busy that sometimes I feel like she doesn't have time for me, but I knew she was busy when I got with her.

We arrive at the Arena and head inside. "Now, you know that I have some things to do right? But after we can spend time together" Rhea says. "But I wanna be with YOU" I say grabbing her hand. "I know love, but I still have some work to do" Rhea responds. I huff and follow her to the set she's going to be shooting her promo at. The whole time she's shooting, I stand with my arms crossed. I can see her peering over at me, but never breaking character. Once she's done she shoots me a sharp look. I smile, and grab her hand as we walks down the hall and right outside Vince's office.

"Y/N I need you to act right PLEASE!" Rhea says. "I told you I want to be with you and only you tonight" I say stomping my foot like an angry toddler. "I came here to be with you not your coworkers". Rhea lets out a long loud sigh "Look Y/N I have work to do" Rhea says, this time more aggressive. I loved it when she shut down my bratty ways. "Act right!" She demands of me before knocking on Vince's door. I sit on the floor outside of the office, arms folded, lip poking out. All of the other superstars are walking passed, completely confused. Rhea walks out of the room, and looks at me with eyes that could kill. "Get the fuck up!" She demands, grabbing me by the arm and lifting me.

"You want to act so bratty, I'm going to punish you then" Rhea says practically dragging me down the hall. This is exactly what I wanted, and she always falls for it. We get to the dressing room and she slams the door behind us. "You now what to do" She barks at me. I slip my skirt up and take my panties off. I sit on the chair placed in front of the TV and spread my legs. Rhea walks over to me, grabbing my neck then placing two warm fingers inside of my tight vagina. "You never act like you're supposed to. Why are you never a good girl?" Rhea grumbles. I say nothing, I just look at her in awe. God she's even more sexy when she's angry with me. She twirls and curls her fingers, sending shivers down my spine.

She never loosens her grip on my neck while she explores me like it was her first time all over again. "Rhea I'm close!" I moan. She takes her hand out "Only good girls get to cum, bad girls cum when I want them to" She says planting a smooth kiss on my lips. She strokes and teases my now swollen clit with her finger, watching me squirm. "Please" I beg. "Well, since you asked nicely" Rhea smirks.

She puts her fingers back into my soaking vagina and strokes my G Spot this time faster than before. I can't control my moans or my body. I am filling with so much pleasure, and she knows it. "Go ahead love, finish" Rhea says with a devilish grin. That's all it took, the pleasure took over and I had the best orgasm. "Now, get your panties on and ACT RIGHT!" Rhea demands once more

[nights-at-crystarium]

Rambling about Vivi and my relationship with the game

Okay the response to my previous post was bigger than I anticipated, you guys are making me feel supported and valid and thank you so much for that ;o; <3

I’m an anxious person and an overthinker. Should I just make art posts and occasional headcanons/analyses/observations? Should I be more personal? I made this blog with this specific purpose to be openly cringe about my new obsession, so I guess there’s no point in trying to moderate myself, worst case scenario people will just scroll past something that doesn’t interest them, right?

I’ve never really told you how I got into the fandom and how Vivi was born, although it’s a peculiar story. Maybe I’ll talk about my ✧content plan✧ too if there’s still post space left. So if you wanna know more about that, I invite you under the cut!

The background’s a bit depressing, a fair warning. I’ve been an mmo and oc nerd since 2012, my first game was Wakfu: quit in 2015-2016 but kept the ocs, about a dozen of them, still hoping to tell their stories one day, then GW2: another dozen characters that never really got the chance to grow into ocs. By the time I started poking around in ARR in 2021 I felt listless and fandom-homeless so to say. Both Wakfu and GW2 are pretty obscure to begin with, then the games themselves strayed too far from my standards and expectations, that on itself is worth a huge rant but this isn’t the place and time. Games do fail, fandoms do die down. I still play GW2 to this day since I find its mechanical aspect, a loud word fully deserved: perfect, it’s plain fun.

But in late 2021, when I still slogged through ARR on my own, I also watched WoodenPotatoes, my fav GW2 youtuber, play all the way up to 5.5. I share a lot of common traits with that guy, namely the cynicism :’D I was like, show me what you’ve got, convince me why you’re such a critically acclaimed game. GW2 and FFXIV are polar opposites in several ways, I won’t derail into comparisons either, just wanna say that I had my standards and a lot of criticism for the mechanical side of FFXIV (spoiler: I still do, but there are other empty niches that FFXIV fills for me!). I was in a full cynic mode, and even that didn’t stop me from being completely blown away, wiped from the surface of Earth when I saw the aforementioned guy play and comment on ShB.

Turns out there was one box unticked for me, I didn’t only feel unwelcome in my old games/fandoms, I also missed the safety and trust you have in FFXIV concerning the lore/story. Despite being an artist with a knack for oc development and interactions, I thought of myself as a mechanical mmo player. You know, raids, pvp, tryharding. I still find great joy in that, geez, I play GW1 (one) which regularly hands me my ass on a plate and I LOVE that, but yeah, I didn’t realize I also needed the comfort of knowing that I can emotionally invest in a game’s story and characters without worrying about the immediate future.

*claps hands together* Here comes the catboy!!!!

I’ll drop the highly specific and personal details for now since those are worth a full essay on their own, just gotta emphasize how much I needed this story and this character right then and there, at the end of 2021. The more I thought about him, the more at home I felt. That I could still survive into my thirties, go through everything in my life, feel nearly drained of will to live and create, and then meet a character that’d bring me back up to 100 within months, if not weeks.

My personal life’s still a mess too big to even mention it, so I won’t. I’m just aggressively burying my head in the sand and hyperfocusing on the new comfort zone. You can tell I’m being productive, each art on this blog is like, me actively trying to comfort myself, luckily it works every time.

So, new game, new passion, what about the character I experience that passion through? My WoL was a lala.

My WoL was a lala.

Look I didn’t even glam her properly..... I just loved the hilarity of the dragoon class flavor + pink potato, I farmed those sweet commendations because of that. I also had a catgirl on another account, I actively tried to find a character that’d click with me, that’d ground me in the game world.

I’d just watched WoodenPotatoes’ complete playthrough up to 5.5, my own progress was still at ARR, these two lovely lasses were.. Lovely, but I didn’t vibe with them. Bluntly speaking with the privilege of hindsight: my gay ass wasn’t at peace. I tend to gravitate towards male ocs.

Third time’s the charm, eh?

I was going into my own playthrough knowing that ShB isn’t only a storytelling masterpiece, but a vicious dating sim as well. My only braincell was already fixated on Raha and I needed a character for him.

That probably separates Vivi from many other WoLs. He was born for ShB, for Raha, with a specific purpose. Why elezen? Because, firstly, I’ve already been drawing elf people since 2012, it’s my comfort zone, secondly, by the time I dove into ShB I was acutely aware of the catboy WoL army, other races just never clicked with me, elezen however is the obscure cool kid among this bustling party of cat and bunny people. *shrugs* I just can’t help myself! I told you about Wakfu and GW2 specifically to point out that I’m drawn to obscurity, to niches, hell, hardly related but to prove the point: I’m also a rhythm game addict and I have an obscure anime rec blog. A vocaloid fan since 2008? Listening mostly to voca metal, alternative, all those nerdy niche things.

So I join a popular game, become obsessed with a popular character, and, being myself, choose an obscure race for my WoL \o/

Just to clarify, there’s no self-deprecation, only statements. I’m confident in my tastes and choices, whatever they may be, I’m only liking the good stuff >:D

Next part of the story you can already see if you scroll down to my first posts here. Knowing his destination, I started working on Vivi’s character, picking glams for him, slowly figuring out how to draw him (I’d say his visual development’s 80% complete by now). Fortunately for him, not only I’ve made 30+ ocs over the last 10 years, I also make adopts for a living. I’ve got the skills needed to develop a cool and happy character. Look, happy character =/= character without some kinda issues and angst, I mean happy as in relatable, believeable, alive.

Alive, that he sure is. If thinking about Raha as a separate character brought me back to life, looking at him through Vivi’s eyes made me feel like I’m in love too. Another thing to make clear: Vivi isn’t me, both him and Raha are my kin to a degree but I’m trying my best to stay aware and away from projecting. It’s just inevitable that you as a creator become some kinda medium/proxy for your character’s thoughts and feelings, and it’s beautiful. Even if I find myself in pain and wailing sometimes on their behalf, ha.

I don’t have much good going on in my own life so I live through my characters. It’s hard to explain how exactly I know things about them, of course it doesn’t come all at once. Vivi’s been around for 5 months now. I started working on his story early on, however I’d say my vision of him and Raha only fleshed out in the past 2 month-ish.

Can’t believe a weeb game made me write fics again. I’ve published one over on AO3 already, a few more are slowly cooking still, mentioning them only because they actually complemented my creative process behind art and comics, helped me get that elusive “feel” for the characters, and generally, surprisingly, approaching writing on a serious level did good things to my mental state, previously disastrous. My head feels like a much more orderly place now. Well, it’s also brimming with the catboy and elf feels, which is ever welcome.

So, I’m going about my business, then something clicks, I get an idea, a scene, an interaction, and rush to write it down. There’s a 20k+ words main document for my comic, several side-documents for later chapters and random unordered stuff, fics that fit into the main storyline and should be published within context. Soon I’ll be ready to start telling their story.

This post’s already too huge and waffly and wow if you’re still here, wow. You’re just as crazy as myself, but sincerely thanks for sticking with me :’>

I promised to talk about the so-called content plan, well, I sort of already did, mentioning the comic. If you’re observant, you may have noticed the name Fragments and some numbers floating around my tags. Fragments is the cheeky name of the comic, there IS a deeper explanation but I’ll leave it for another post. Whatever bits and pieces I’ve published under that name so far are “canon” and DO belong to the main story, however, I haven’t officially introduced the comic yet, there’ll be a launch and all that. Someday. Sometime soon.

It’s big and promising and exciting, still it’s just my personal project that I wanna be thorough with. Sorry for possibly being too vague about it, I take the “ship it when it’s ready” approach, I don’t rush things because they’re first and foremost for my own enjoyment.

For now thanks for looking at the random pics and comics I’m posting, I treat them as character flavor samples, as promo illustrations so to speak, while I’m chipping away at the main comic in the background.

Okay I spoke my heart out just like yesterday, feels nice. Thanks for all your support once again ;/////; <3

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By popular demand, LEAKED Promo Pic Breakdown:  AOS Series Finale

If you sent in an ask specifically about any of the leaked promo pics consider it answered here.  If I still did not answer your specific question go ahead and resend.   

First up we have the staggering 3 Pictures the Press Site Originally intended and the 1 picture they gave to TV GUIDE which in true AOS fashion are all of the same scene just with close ups.

As I’ve said in previous asks I don’t think that is Fitz they are looking at, if so I think Deke would be more in the thank goodness Bobo is finally here face vs a wtf face.   And now thanks to the Leak I can pretty much confirm that it was....

Kora.

Who looks to have a bone to pick with Daisy and really we are trying to escape here so if Sousa and Mack could just come and knock her out real quick or if Daisy can just get this over with fast we’ll be on our way.  However, I am a bit on the fence if May was able to get through to her and nothing would set up Nathaniel killing her like Kora betraying him and helping his rival Daisy and his meal tickets to Fitz get away.  

I shall pause for the collective aww of Jemma sleeping on her very protective grandson’s shoulder.  They’ve been through a lot and I love how we’ve been able to see their relationship grow over the season.  Its everything I’ve been wanting since the second we learned who he was.   

Clearly they have been taken onto one of the Chronicoms ships, either for them to continue to interrogate, as bait for Fitz knowing that he will tear the Universe for Jemma Simmons, or as hostages to use against Shield.   The second picture to me looks like almost a more candid photo that could have been taken between sets but it could just be some more lovely bonding.  

Daisy to the rescue!  However, I get some major bad vibes from this here.  Jemma looks almost afraid of Daisy (who likely quaked her way in) and doesn’t seem to know who she is.  Meaning Diana had to block a lot of other people when she blocked Fitz out.    Hopefully I’m wrong here and Jemma is just upset because Daisy is freaking out about the whole “Who is Fitz?” thing too.

And we are making for the exits! Hazzah bearing in mind we run into Kora shortly after this.

TV Guide Pic Explained above.

Jemma is simmonsing, trying to explain something.  Perhaps about Diana, perhaps what she remembers about the plan and something they have to do while on said Chronicom ship.  Really these are shots in the dark.   The blue lights could mean the Chronicom ships are about do do something or its an early state of oh look trespassers.  We do see the lights red in the Promo with Mack.

HELLO MORE WE HAD TIME FLASHBACKS!

And we can add another theory hit to the list!   Looks like Fitz is using the Framework and I could be in the minority but I’m glad to see it.  It was so heartbreaking in Season 4 to see something he built to protect Jemma and his friends twisted into a hellish nightmare prison.   I am more than thrilled that he looks to have been able to put it to good use here and is either using it to keep an eye on the Chronicoms, which him in “Framework Mode” would leave him absolutely exposed.  Or he’s using it as a way to build the tech faster.   My guess is here is where the realize they’ve found a way to spy on the Chronicoms, they are testing something, or had some other ah ha moment.  

Also worth noting is a pregnant Jemma there in the background, complete with a baby bump.   

Fitzsimmons in the cock pit of the Zephy.  Jemma looks tired, man I feel you girl, but Fitz looks oh so hopeful.    

I mean.

I’m just.

I know I said I would die on that hill and have been for over a year now.  But to see it, actually see it coming is still super overwhelming in a way.

But there she is!  SECRET CHILD CONFIRMED!!!!!!!

Working and playing alongside her parents as they continue to prep for the final mission.   Also happy to see Jemma’s frown turn upside down by her little ray of sunshine there.

I don’t know what this thing is, I have my theory that I’ll go into below, but whatever it is gong to be insanely important.  Not only that Jemma is the one who is going to have to assemble and activate the dang thing.  

Hence the practicing, even while blindfolded, working it into her muscle memory.  Because Jemma Simmons excels at preparation.

My guess is this is where Fitzsimmons explain how it works to us.  I’m going with this sucker is how the frack we get Fitz back from wherever the crap he is.  And you’ll see why below after he’s made his Grand Entrance.  

And could explain her look of concern here.  Concern she won’t get it right when the time comes.   I also find it odd we have almost different variations of the same scene here or if its a Fitz wakes up and sees she’s concerned.  

The we thought Inescapable was straight out of fan fic....well the finale leak says hold my beer.   Jemma doing some light reading about the cosmos and taking notes even has mean leaning to them going with a more celestial name to speak to the “one of these days we’ll find something magnificent out in space” quote from Season 3 that came as they offically became cannon.  

And then Fitz shows up with Tea, so this could be when we learn their daughters name or Jemma has figured something out to do with the Chronicoms and space and timey whimey stuff.   I am rooting for option A.

I’ll take Fitz Kool Aid Manning in for $1000

And for like 10 seconds after he lands he runs the risk of being shot and/or quaked into next Tuesday.  Also LOVE the parallel to Deke’s helmet and first appearance.

That glowy ball thing there looks very similar to the device that Jemma was working with in the earlier pics.  So hence its the Fitz summoning device.  

I’m calling this one with Jemma clinging to Deke here as confirmation that Diana is still in full force and she has no idea who Fitz is.  May’s hand up there in the middle could be her warning him of Jemma’s fear or May letting Jemma know he means her no harm.  

Also Enver wins the pose off for this pic.

Collective team surprise at Fitz once again appearing impossibly out of no where.

Based on the WTF looks on pretty much everyone’s faces I’m calling this Fitzsimmons Fitzsimmonsing what the heck the next step is how they they’ve unlocked Fitz as a playable character.  And bonus shock that they had a Secret Kid all stashed away all this time too.  

I also had a few asked about the helmet there on the table.  If the Framework is how Fitzsimmons were able to hack into the Chronicoms systems (turn about is fair play) then I think that helmet on the table was how Fitz was hooked up to it.  And it definitely looks different than the one he made his grand entrance in wearing.  Jemma activating the device could be what pulled him out and to her.  Jemma was literally the ONLY key to getting at Fitz.  

And for the Dousy fans out there!   Sousa is kinda digging the crazy plan Fitzsimmons just laid out and are they in the Playground or Koenig Bar?  Either one I appreciate its not blown up.

Okay there you guys go.  I left out just a few of the pics that were super close ups or seemed to be more of BTS than from the shot kind of thing.  Have to say it was a very nice surprise to get to do this one more time and on a theory that has been so near and dear to my heart.  

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We’ll find out tonight if our predictions are correct! 

Responses to the written questions are under the cut.

Where is Ned and what is he doing?

No idea

Business trip

Dealing with some financial issues.

Doing business in UC or Hamilton. Nothing major

He stayed behind next episode and will be back in the finale.

I think planning something for Florence, maybe expansion for the mercantile?

I don't know

I have no idea, wth!?!?

Yo i have no idea. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's trying to contact Florence's daughter who wasnt there for the wedding

Maybe he's visiting his daughter? Or expanding the Mercantile somehow

With Mike. Oil pipeline

Hiding

It sure

I have no clue honestly, maybe planning a surprise for Florence?

Perhaps...expanding his store? Or ordering something new to begin to be shipped to his.

something related to factory

Sussing out suppliers

Maybe something to do with the Wyman guy?

visiting his daughter

Buying a new house or a surprise for Florence

Visiting Abigail

Planning something special for Florence

He is doing something with his daughter

No clue

With his daughter

Planning to expand the mercantile to include deliveries (Hope Valley Amazon) lol

Not sure

I really dont know!

Made out a Will since he now is married to Florence

Business in Union City

Business, but he’ll be back

I don’t Know

I dont know. This one threw me!

Literally have no idea

maybe he will come back with his daughter who will come to live at HP

some sweet surprise/gift for Florence

He is involved im some growth in HV.

Taking care of business.

He's making a business deal somewhere

I have no idea. I think it was a weird to put in o.O

Making purchases for the store.

Business stuff somewhere

I don't know

i don't know

ned things

He just took the long way home...

Adopting Flo's son

Hiding

He is picking up a surprise order gift for Florence, and it’s taking longer than expected.

Fighting attempt to take over mercantile

Talking to a divorce lawyer. Or putting a pillow over Abigail's mom's face so she can bury her already and come back to Hope Valley for his buddy Henry's sake.

Honestly I’m not sure but interested to find out!

Idk honestly. Probably actually doing something sweet for Florence but she doesn't know it.

What's up with the Pinkertons?

Not sure

A storyline to bring a change of pace to the show.

I really Don’t know

Not sure, but I don’t think it will be resolved this season, maybe it’s the cliffhanger?

I don't know

They’re hired thugs like they were in S1, just there to show Walden is a bad guy despite appearances

Factory related

Up to no good! Don’t trust them.

Yo i dont even know. They look totally sketch but they are probably the good guys actually. I'm predicting they are after someone who's been wanted for a long time. I think it may be too easy to link them with the guy who took Jesse and Clara's money

Not sure yet

Working for Waldon

Railroad

Sneakily buying land

I couldn't care less about them

Perhaps something is in the cabin/someone they don't want found.

No idea

Something to do with the mine disaster (even though it's been ages).

we will see in season 9

Setting up a good storyline for season 9

Not sure maybe something to do with the new factory that might be built

Maybe it has to do with Henry

I have no idea, but I do not like them!

No good

Buying all the land

They have Jesse. Someone wants to reopen the mine and seek revenge on Elizabeth for his son going to jail (Spurlock).

Looking for some kind of hidden good

Shady dealings going on

Guarding the future factory site. But something extra at the cabin connected with Spurlock.

Trouble

?

An even bigger I dont know on this one. Like, what in the world???

Holding Jesse captive

I think they kidnapped Jesse because he found out what they were up to but I have no idea what that is

stumped on this one

That is difficult. He is apparently connected to S1 Spurlock. Is he there for revenge? Or, just a heavy hand like his relative?

Revenge? They want to take over Hope Valley.

Something sketchy, probably bigger than just whatever is going on with the cabin though.

Land grab

No clue but they'll be one of the big bads next season

They are probably the goons of the Industry dude

They are working for somebody bigger.

They want to take over the town

I don't know

i'm worried about Nathan

idk they are the bad daddys of the season

they can only be there to cover up a crime, or some valuable find

No clue

They’re wanting to uproot Hope Valley for better business by destroying the town.

Keeping identity of mastermind safe from townspeople.

Maybe looking for Ned, who alternatively is a serial killer and now on the run. Possibly for the murder of Abigail's mother?

I’m so confused lol

Creating a monopoly & doing some villain nonsense (as it would seem the show is hinting).

Any other thoughts going into the finale?

No

There will be at least one surprise- not sure what

There are too many loose ends to tie up in one episode and I just want Elizabeth and Nathan together (and perhaps quickly married in this episode!)

I’m honestly really nervous, I’m rooting for Nathan but I have a feeling she’ll go for Lucas, I really don’t mind Lucas as a character but like what storylines can they do with them as a couple? The manuscript is finished, they’ve gone on every sort of date at this stage and she’s been in his office. What else can they do? With Nathan they can do the being scared because of his job again but making it different, there’s children involved now, it’s not just Elizabeth. Jack won’t understand but Allie will 100% feel worried for him. Also Allie having a mother figure, especially at this stage in her life, how could you not want it! The blended family as the main family would be so nice for this show, I know it’s been done before but they will be fairly front and centre in the show. Sorry for the rant, I love your blog so much! I don’t have tumblr so I can’t leave comments or like your gifs but I thoroughly enjoy all your theories and opinions!!

Just ready for this stupid love triangle to be over!

I’d love to actually see Henry meet up with Abigail, but doubt it. I hope they have Clara do something heroic for Jesse, but also doubt it. Henry will definitely be putting Hickam in charge at least temporarily. I think Ned will return but we won’t get a full explanation yet. And the dramatic ending won’t be the triangle choice, it’ll be Elizabeth losing the school.

Allie’s adoption finalized and reaction to Elizabeth choosing Nathan is something we should see.

Glad the triangle will be DONE!!

I hope that Elizabeth follows her heart and not pick someone who is a safe option.

I wish Faith were leaving instead of Carson. Also, I think there will be lots of set up for problems with the school board and Elizabeth. Also, I want more little Jack scenes but i don't think we'll get much since child acting laws and covid combined make that difficult

Excited for Elizabeth to move on from her past and enter a new adventure with either of the two men and really just everything else (Rosie and Lee, Fiona, Henry.)

I hope Faith doesn’t end up with whoever doesn’t get chosen by Elizabeth.

hopefully the finale will clear up the drawn out love triangle

The triangle was waaaaay drawn out. Be done and choose.

Nathan and Faith......would be great......

No matter who Elizabeth chooses I'm SOOOO READY to get this over with!

Kindness matters - no matter who she chooses. Isn't that why most of us watch the show

I am so over the love triangle and just want to know who Elizabeth picks.

Worried about the fandom more than anything

Elizabeth please pick Nathan

It's just a TV show and no matter what , it's there for our entertainment. I do think they're setting things up for the return of Abigail in some way.

The must be a Season 9!!!

I hope Fiona does not get involved with Mike.

Hopefully things get back to normal for Elizabeth and Rosemary

Interested to see the other storylines. I want Elizabeth to choose Nathan but I think JT will throw us off. From the promo pic, it looks like they will try to put Faith with Nathan.

- I just want Elizabeth to chose so that this storyline can come to an end and we can finally get to see her marriage and functioning has a wife. - Wonder what will become of Lucas once her choice is made. - I would like Lucas to have a proper storyline that doesn't involve Elizabeth or the love triangle. - I would love to see Rosemary and Lee finally become parents however that may happen. I feel like the writer just left them in limbo about it and keep teasing but never delivering on anything.

Hopefully will end with Nathan but the very last minute. I would prefer more romance before the finale

Elizabeth will have to decide on what’s important with school.

Jack might make an appearance in a dream scene?

So excited! I hope I don't wake up my kids while watching.

I hope they don’t pick Lucas

CLARA DISCOVERS SHE IS PREGNANT

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Just excited for this to be over. I know we needed it and I think overall it was handled decent enough, but I'm glad to finally move on.

Why is everyone so scared?

The whole season has been about getting over your fear. Elizabeth doesn’t have to deal with her emotions or real life with Lucas because school is out for the summer and she is working on her book. She needs to make up with Rosemary and get over the loss of Jack and fear to be with Nathan.

this season has been totally not what I expected...I thought the hug at end of season 7 was definitive and we'd get at least some Nathan courtship, not a complete U-turn to Lucas (with hopefully a turn to Nathan at the very end). I now think Season 9 will be what I expected season 8 to be, and I am very much looking forward to that.

Something sudden will allow Elizabeth to bring her feelings to light for everyone...Nathan. I think she will have decided by the time she takes of the rings, but will not have the opportunity to share with the man until later. Until she faces the prospect of him being in danger again? Full circle from the end of S7.

I need Elizabeth to really apologize to Rosemary. Rosemary has always been there for Elizabeth.

I’m so afraid :(

Hated the triangle

I am so ready to finally move on from this triangle!

They put waaaay too many storyline in the last 2 episodes, they will never manage to conclude them all and we'll have another weird random cliffhanger which will not tie in with the Christmas episode (If we're getting one ?)

I hope the guy who loses, has a good life in later seasons

The annoying love triangle will finally end. Elizabeth/Nathan are endgame, unless Jack suddenly comes back from the dead. But, I doubt it. I hope Lee/Rosemary are pregnant, or decide to adopt children. I just want Lee/Rosemary to have children. Can't wait to see how this season ends. Hopefully, it won't be a cliffhanger.

Nervous as hell

Elizabeth and Nathan get married

i kinda hope someone dies tbh it would make everything more interesting

Elizabeth was so tiresome this season, they could have told her story of overcoming grief in a much more relatable way. Why did they not just have her talking to Rosemary about how sad or exhausted or numb or angry she feels all the time? You know, something a widow would actually go through. At the very least she could have been stoic, instead she was just kinda bitchy.

Faith and Nathan will have some sparks; Elizabeth will choose Lucas and they will kiss twice one being at bridge one being at her home inside with baby jack present.Carson will leave; Jessie will be found; Ned will come back safely.

Lucas endgame, Nathan and faith have sparks, Rosemary paper, Jessie and Clara make up.

I think Henry will take his own advice and leave to find Abigail to see if there is still any hope for them. Though I like his character, I want him to finally be happy, and if that means staying with Abigail, then that’s what it means. I don’t think TPTB will bring back Lori soooo.... that means Henry would be the one possibly leaving. I also think some scare will happen with Nathan between him and the Pinkertons. Then it may come full circle at the end where Elizabeth runs to him like she did last season, but instead of hugging him, she’ll kiss him instead.

Hallmark execs dictated ending and will cut salaries to bring back Abigail, hence Paul leaving.

My condolences to whichever guy gets to look forward to being bored by Elizabeth for the rest of his life. Are we sure Jack's death wasn't a suicide?

Ready to see how it ends and already looking forward to next season!

I will be really disappointed if she chooses Lucas but I’m afraid that’s where it’s headed. Either way I don’t understand how they’ll end in “the healthy place” they’ve said it will be with so much left for one episode.

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2021 Megaman Valentine’s Day Contest Results

Among the many things this past year or so has tested us with is delays, and I apologize that this year’s Valentine’s Day contest results are included in that. I certainly did not plan on this taking until March to get completed, and I am sincerely sorry to have kept you all waiting. But hopefully it is all worth the wait!!

Thanks once again to every single one of you who participated! I will be contacting the winners soon enough. Work will probably keep me from replying to everyone immediately, but I will send a message about prizes hopefully within 24 hours.

Also, my thanks to @subzeroiceskater​ for helping out with judging this year. Not to mention the promo pic above and other assorted bonuses that always bring me a big smile. I might say this seemingly every year, but you all made judging this VERY hard. It might have something to do with the themes as well, but I think both of us flipped and rearranged our rankings repeatedly, and even then, it was hard to decide on who would place. XD Each one of you did an amazing job!

After the break, you’ll see the winners for both categories, along with all of the entries. Raffle prize winners will be noted below by their alias, as well.

Category 1: Kiss From a Rosered (Talent)

For our talent category this year, the theme focused on your favorite Megaman characters giving roses to their special someone, along with incorporating the symbolism of specific rose colors within the piece. That rose color was also to be the predominant color within the piece, to the best of your ability.

A grand total of 9 entries were submitted for this category. You can see the full gallery of all entries at full-size [HERE]. Each entrant’s name will also link to their individual pieces at full-size.

1.) Sapphire: *$100 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

Oooooh, this is so cute and pink! Piiink~ Ehem. I love the depth, angle, and color grading of these—notice how Roll’s black linework is at the forefront of the pic but colors mixes with the lights and colors from the sun further along the pic. There’s a lot to admire about how everything easy to read with so many competing elements like the similar hues and bright lighting.

Pink roses usually mean a gentler sort of love but did you know that different shades of pink could signify different things as well? A darker shade may mean gratitude; medium shade could be about a first love or congratulations while a light shade may mean admiration. Tron holding a singular pink rose with varying shades of pink while literally tripping over herself and a Servbot could only mean—that this is hilarious.

Miyabi said:

From a technical standpoint, I think your piece clearly felt the most polished, crisp and virtually professional of the bunch. But more than that, I felt it also best gave off the vibe of the rose color dominating the piece, but in very subtle, beautiful ways. Where as the pink sunset causes many of the normally white areas, like Roll’s collar/sleeves, parts of Gustaff, and more, to ooze that pink lighting. Even with her klutziness, you still also portrayed the feeling of sweetness, admiration and appreciation that a pink rose conveys. Just so pretty, calming, and joyful to look at!

2.) Forceway: *$75 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

There is a sort of gentle irony with how Skull Man and Shade Man are both robots modeled after horror symbols—skulls and vampires—but are here surrounded by a soft sea of pink roses. The dark night is often depicted as a primal fear because it hides our deepest fears but here—illuminated by the bright shining moon—the night is transformed into a scene of love—perhaps devotion, with how Shade is gently cradling Skull, as well with the church bell in the background. This is a very tender piece mixing the shadows and the sweet.

Miyabi said:

I know most digital art programs have the brushes and shortcuts to make detailing things like roses a lot easier, but your bed of roses certainly look all done by hand on your own, and that alone impressed me a ton! Based off of the Ariga Megamix tale of Skull Man not feeling appreciated or having a family after Cossack stored him away, I felt the pink roses and Shade showing him that he is actually appreciated here was a fantastic conceptual choice. Purples in the sky and Shade’s body split the canvas and contrast with the pink well, including how you used the pink for some of the stars in the sky. Beautiful job!

3.) DigitallyFanged: *$50 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

Yellow is a bright color, often evoking the sun, warmth, light, joy and hope. With roses, its positive connotations continue with possible meanings of friendship, care and remembrance. Tabby’s piece seems to evoke the last one the strongest—with Zero, broken and forgotten in a lab—but, not entirely, because of a bond that is stronger than apparent death lives on—even if in this moment, it’s only a memory. Even the roses are not real—just projections of what was once alive. This is fantastic use contrast with the dark, moody blues against the vivid, almost defiant yellows; and the repeated little motifs such as X crying and the water drops falling all over Zero. It stands out from the rest of happy entries with how sad it is but it still manages to be hopeful.

Miyabi said:

Zero’s blonde locks certainly are an iconic part of his design, so playing off of that and focusing on yellow as your rose color fit perfectly. You definitely made this a very emotive piece considering technically, neither of these two are even alive and moving here! As mentioned above, the little details like the water droplets balancing against Cyber Elf X’s tears, the digital lines to make it appear like X has created the cyber-roses for Zero, and Zero’s battle damage caught my eye immediately. You certainly captured the yellow rose symbolism of remembrance and friendly affection beautifully!!

And the rest of the wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

AbilityField: [Page 1] [Page 2] [Page 3] [Page 4]

*Raffle Prize Winner* Captain N Mega Man Cel

Subzeroiceskater said:

It’s so poetic about how this contest theme is about how the language of flowers is used to communicate feelings beyond just using words; and so, the comic is completely silent, relying on actions to convey its meaning. Yellow roses could mean friendship, care and affection; and it’s shown wonderfully with how Iris and Lan are so thoughtful with one another. It’s so cute how Iris missed Lan only because he was already out buying roses for her. Given how hard comics are to make and how this is fully colored, I really wanted to give this first place—however I felt the color usage of yellow could have been stronger, especially with the last page, where it would have had the most impact. I had to squint and zoom out to even see if the lighting had changed. Still, it’s such a very warm and lovely work.

Miyabi said:

I always appreciate the effort people put into making multiple-page comics for these contests, and this is no exception! Even without dialogue, you did a great job at conveying your story through your art in each panel and it was easily understandable. Another utilizing the yellow rose, I certainly felt the friendship and warmth in your tale. As Subzero mentioned, the only thing keeping it from placing was that the yellow colors weren’t as dominant in other areas of the pic, besides the panel by Sal. Still, your coloring was very crisp and vibrant throughout each page, and it was an awesome submission!

aw-colorcat:

Subzeroiceskater said:

With the red for Metal Man, orange for Cut Man and the explosion of yellow flowers, that’s the trifecta of warm colors. Yellow roses could mean delight and this pic is delightful in all ways. Cut looks so cute practically swimming in the sea of flowers and greenery, as does Metal’s adorable expression—which is a feat since he only shows his eyes. I also really like the juxtaposition and balance of this piece from: the rust-brown car against green-yellow nature running wild, and Metal holding a bouquet meanwhile Cut’s covered with plants. It makes me want to get some fresh air myself!

Miyabi said:

Cut Man looks grateful for being able to ride in that pickup bed of flowers, and I have a feeling the two of them had a wonderful time just snipping and sawing away at all the stems to gather them all. XD Love how the yellow and oranges play off of both character’s color schemes nicely. The subtlety of the yellow flowers in the foreground, along with the sun and tree in the background all play off each other well, too! Just an absolutely cute pic!

Dark-Dullahan: 

Subzeroiceskater said: 

What a fantastic composition. Dark-Dullahan does away with most color, leaving the colors of the mixed-bouquet roses as the main focal point. Classic red for romance, a gentler pink for affection, mixed yellow roses to signify caring and probably so much more—seems like Nana can’t contain her feelings for Massimo. I love how the close up of the bouquet doesn’t just form a kind of heart at the top but serves as the divider between the two, like a diptych. With such a wonderful offering, Massimo would surely accept her feelings.

Miyabi said: 

As you brought to my attention, your mixed bouquet had a few different meanings, such as the dark pink representing thanks to Massimo for saving Nana from Silver Horn, and the red tips on the yellow roses to symbolize falling in love. Certainly got those vibes from her shy demeanor, as she sheepishly tries to hand them to him. Also agree with Subzero that the line from the bouquet nicely works as a way to separate them uniquely with the background. Sorry you weren’t able to complete it as fully as you had hoped, but the concept behind it certainly was strong!

Donnie:

Donnie also sent in an alternate version made during the creative process, in a different artistic style, that I still feel needs to be shared, as well. Fun to see the contrast, yet still have the same feeling and mood to the piece. 

Subzeroiceskater said:

Oh, I adore this one. It reminds me of a movie poster with the tagline. I love the extra PINK flourishes of the letterings like with the Mega Man logo color change and cute pixelated font and heart. Both Rock and Roll’s expressions are so cute, too—with his more subdued smile contrasted with her exuberant grin. Much like how the pink rose could mean many things like thoughtfulness, cheer or as a show of appreciation, this piece is positively sparkling with affection, hearts and all. It’s clever how the sunset is giving the picture an overall pinkish-red hue while having the yellow light as an outline. A darling piece.

Miyabi said:

With pink roses again, I truly liked the additional hue adjustments where you can feel the warmth and see the lighter pink mixed into their skintone, or areas normally of white - from eyes to teeth to the Megaman logo - that have taken on the pink in it’s place. With the painterly watercolor style you used, it all blends in nicely. Even in your earlier version, I feel you brought a strong game with the hues, but toned down the red from that version to make it feel much stronger towards pink, with a tighter crop of your canvas. It was fun to see how it evolved, and strengthened your piece in doing so! Fabulous job!

DragonMarquise:

Subzeroiceskater said:

No better way to show how madly in love you are than a bouquet of roses that run the gamut of—I can’t call these warm colors because these passions are running hot. Orange seems to be the dominant color here—which in roses could symbolize a love that’s passionate, fierce and deep. It’s also expressed nicely with the two lovers embracing, engaged in mid kiss, their bodies also forming a subtle heart shape, to emphasize the flurry of hearts around them. The bouquet is not just orange roses, however, but a mixed bouquet of the classic romantic red and the more affectionate pink—it’s a piece that’s bursting with all degrees of love.

Miyabi said:

You also certainly mastered the limited color pallette challenge as you tackled this piece! Orange, the color of passion, is certainly felt in their deep kiss and embrace. I too caught the heart shape their heads essentially form, which is then further enforced with the heart of hearts behind them. I thought that concept was pulled off very well. Perfect for the fiery intensity of Match, this turned out to be a very hot pic!

Mattasaurs:

Subzeroiceskater said:

This one has a very clever framing (eh? EH?). The color white is often associated with purity, innocence and hope, and with white roses—weddings and marriage. Sonia dons the classic white wedding dress which has a très élégante design—and the little Lyra on her belt is very cute. The pink background is also very romantic and a nice way to tie in with her theme colors. I dig the lovey-dovey feel of Geo doing the classic bridal carry while clasping a single white rose...but seeing the thorns, I think he better watch his hand!

Miyabi said:

For a theme emphasizing color within the pic, I salute you for taking the biggest challenge in choosing white. In many ways, it could have been the hardest to keep as a predominant color, but still make the pic interesting and visually appealing. Choosing to have the petals all around the frame, with the bouquet nearby was a clever touch. With white often used for weddings and new beginnings, I think the concept of your piece worked just right, where it was subtle, but still incorporated enough other color to give the piece some life. 

Category 2: Kawaii-rimi (Humor)

For our humor category this year, the theme focused on your favorite Megaman character gifting the plush form of another Megaman character to their crush, instantly created by a ninja-like character, to play off of the Kawarimi concept from the EXE series. 

With just 3 entries in our humor category this time around, every entrant placed. You can see the full gallery of all entries at full-size [HERE].  Each entrant’s name will also link to their individual pieces at full-size.

1.) Mattasaurs: *$100 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said: 

Y’know how blocks of wood are sometimes used by ninjas when they do that whole body switching thing? I think it’s clever how this pic has Sal—Woodman.exe’s operator—conjuring the doll. Everything about the pic is so fun and colorful: from Sal’s mischievous grin of accomplishment, Miyu being completely shocked by her chibi doppelganger (check out that body language!) and Masa’s confused expression.

Miyabi said:

Yes, while to some, Sal might not be the first one they think of when they think ninja in the Megaman Universe, but I certainly thought she still fits the bill in her design. Usually we don’t see this much emotion or shock out of Miyu, so seeing her torque her body, taken aback at a doll of herself, is amusing in it’s own right. Meanwhile, nothing fazes Masa. And a bit of randomness: oh man, seeing Masa’s head in profile, with his bandana...wow, I never realized how much his head shape with the bandana looks like a fish’s. I can’t unsee it now. Anyways, I also agree that the color, polish, and fun vibe made this a worthy winner!

2.) ColeManX: *$75 prize*

*Raffle Prize Winner* Captain N Cutsman Cel

Subzeroiceskater said:

E-Eyes? What did you mean by that, Mr. RT-55J?  Although judging from the sparkle on those booblights… I understand, Cinnamon—if that happened to me, I’d be making asides to the camera, like I was in “The Office”, too. Cinnamon’s enthusiastic smile with this whole bizarre scene really sells it for me but shoutout to Marino’s smug satisfaction in the background.

Miyabi said:

🎵 I kind of liked it your way How you shyly placed your eyes on me Did you ever know That I had mine on you?🎵

RT says it only has eyes for Cinny right now, but it’s also known to be a little grabby hands, so I don’t know if I’d fully trust it...but good thing this is just a plush version. Time for the tables to be turned, and Cinnamon to get her claws and paws on it, instead. Very cute, although after the DiVE V-Day event, we all know this is a ruse and your pal boobeyes only belongs to the Ferham Fanclub. XD

3.) Ronin-Apprentice: *$50 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said: 

This whole comic is so sweet and fluffy, nya!  ~(=^‥^)ノ☆ It’s adorable how Proto brings up his gift first and the surprise is how Shadow handmade his gift. The little cat-eared Blues design is so darling--almost as cute as him fussing how totally NOT a cat he is. “Did you steal my cat.” had me snorting. Now I’m wondering where Tango went off to…

Miyabi said:

FU-SION-HA! 

Aside from getting his own Super Adaptor, this is probably the closest we’ve got to seeing Tango and Blues merged as one. LOL I’m sure that plush would have a ton of fans wishing it actually existed. The panels where Blues embarrassingly hides behind his scarf and gets pet like a cat had me laughing! Very cute and adorable comic, that certainly had the most depth in terms of the theme of this category!

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FULL REVIEWS: “Escape of the Palisman”

Hiatus time is a mixed bag. On the one hand, it gives fans time to breath, think about the show, mull it over, and work on fan stuffs. On the other hand, waiting suuuuuucks and I want it nooooowwwwwww. This episode was presented as the midseason finale and honestly I was just kinda excited about it.

I mean the main plot is fine and all but my favorite part of any show is the characters. If I really love the characters than I don’t mind watching them do whatever as long as I have a good time. How important and slash or impactful was the first midseason finale? Let’s find out.

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Oh snap. Do I really not have the promo pic for this episode? Hold on. Yeah, that’s a no.

Uh...picture picture picture. Whatever. 

The cold open is delightfully hilarious. Eda and Luz take King to the park to play in the playground where he tries to conquer the bumpy slide. Just typing that made me laugh. 

Another kid pushes him off the slide and King’s demand for revenge leads into Owlbert’s full introduction and exposition on palismans. Eda got her staff but she made Owlbert. I guess it’s The Boiling Isles’ version of familiars. And then we get one of my favorite things ever: King’s Squeak of Rage.

“He’s like a little tea kettle.”

Then we’re all reminded that we have a main plot looming over our heads and Eda has a weird blackout from her curse. Good thing we did it from Eda’s perspective. Imagine if we saw it from Luz’s point of view. That would have scared me and given me some adult fears. A little too close to reality for me. 

Eda does what all adults do on their late afternoon off and wants to take a nap. Luz suggests taking care of her and putting King in a little doctor’s outfit. Which is fine I guess but how cute would he look in a little nurse outfit with the skirt and the little hat with the red cross on it? So cute.  

But turns out Luz has plans with Twidledweeb and Twidledorkus (Gus and Willow). They’re off to see Luz’s first grudgby game, and Luz had a little thing called HEXSIDE PRIDE!!!...which really bothers me.

I never understood school spirit and slash or pride. To me pride is something you are allowed to have when you accomplish something, so national or ethnic pride never really made sense to me. There are exceptions to the rule. Minorities with a history of being oppressed are allowed to be proud for surviving their tormentors so gay pride or black pride is okay to me. But proud to be a Texan or whatever is really weird. There is no test to take or obstacle I had to overcome to be born in Texas. Am I glad to be a Texan? Sure I guess. We got the best food here. But proud? I didn’t do anything so not really.

School spirit is worse because I never saw school as anything more than a means to an end. I didn’t attend school because I wanted to. I did it because I had to. Am I proud to have passed all my classes and move forward? Sure. That’s something I accomplished. Am I proud to have gone to the specific school that I went to? No! I just went there because it was within walking distance and my parents didn’t want to give me a ride. I did it because it was easier.

I will give Luz a bit of a break here because, for one, it’s a magic school. Totally cooler than a regular school, and she’s allowed to be excited. And two, she does have to do something to get in but that’s for a later episode. 

Another Skara sighting! She’s so cute. What? Don’t look at me like that. It’s a cute design. Oh whatever.

“We get to go see the footballs match.” RIP Willow’s eye.

I love how all the main characters are such huge nerds that they all refer to it as sport. Not sports. Sport. Seriously, when’s the last time any of these nerds ran anywhere? And I mean with their legs, not by holding X.

Turns out that Luz is wearing Glandis High colors so she goes to the lost and found in a very gross line about mouth guards and they missed their ride.

Images you can feel, Volume 1 of many

Luz and co get the terrible idea of borrowing Eda’s staff to go to the big game and I could really go for some B-plot right now.

So that’s a no on the fire then?

King goes to Eda to get feedback on his revenge scheme to discover that Eda has partially transformed into the owl beast. Since she’s partially transformed she retains some of her mind, leaving her susceptible to suggestion because I guess that’s how that works(?).

Luz shows up to borrow Eda’s staff and King pulls out fiction’s laziest plot device and lies some more to get rid of her. One funny ass joke later and we’re off to the big game.

Hey guys, I literally just remembered right now at this very moment that Luz has no idea what the hell she’s doing.

The episode takes another dark and serious turn as Luz and co crash land to discover Owlbert literally cracked his head open and he runs off into the forest in fear and pain.

Images you can feel, Volume 2

The group follows him to discover that he has taken refuge in the lair of The Bat Queen.

Luz wants Owlbert back but The Bat Queen forces Luz to partake in...the trials (ooo ooky spooky!). Willow notes that no one has ever successfully done The Bat Queens trials. After declaring no helpsies, Luz beings The Trials of The Bat Queen (ooo ooky spooky). Her trials include things like get rid of bee’s nest and give the babies a bath.

No wonder Willow said no one completes The Bat Queens trials. These are all things no one wants to do. If one of the trials included getting rid of a bee’s nest I’d say “fuck this shit I’m out” too. Even Luz puts it together and figures out that The Bat Queen is just making her do her chores. 

The Bat Queen doesn’t want to give Owlbert over until Owlbert chooses to go back with Luz. Even then The Bat Queen refuses to let him go. One struggle later and Luz discovers an interlock on The Bat Queen’s foot.

The Bat Queen used to be a palisman on a great staff for a giant, but that was a long time ago. Now she protects all lost and slash or discarded palismans. The Bat Queen allows Owlbert to back home with Luz, and Luz promises to help The Bat Queen whenever she wants to find out the truth. (My money is on she was the titan’s palisman)

Meanwhile in the B-plot, King takes the mostly transformed Eda to the playground to take back his throne. Only for Eda to start chewing on it and get taken away from animal control. In the biggest surprise of the episode, that snot nosed little kid gives a really creepy speech, King gets Eda to transform back with his Rage Squeal.

Eda returns home and somehow allows King and Luz to both continue living in her house, eating her food, burning her electricity and breathing her air. Whatever. It’s been a day for everyone.

FINAL SCORE: 4 - Liked it.

I liked this episode, but probably not for the reasons you’d think. Truth is I’m not really interested in The Bat Queen’s whole deal. Sorry, but she only came out once before for like a minute. I mean I guess it was fine but I wasn’t into it. I really wanted to give this episode a 3.

But damn did I love all the jokes and the B-plot. I think King/Eda B-plots are just really funny. King was on point today, and even Gus was funnier than usual. Willow got one or two good jokes in there too. Also I’m pretty sure hearing Braxis saying “It’s a monster” bumped up the score for me.

So far so good. Lots of soft intros and lying as a plot device, but we’re past the halfway point. Let’s see what happens next.

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My Sad Dream about Luz...

           Last night, I had a really sad dream where… It was Luz back in the human world, before she met Eda and the others; And she was running down a hallway, being chased by a few bullies for something she did, but was being way too overtly punished for. And poor Luz, she was stumbling and pushing past other students, the whole hallway was filled with them; And they were all basically aware of her predicament and making fun of her! And then Luz bumped into another student, and SHE got angry at Luz and basically threw her to the ground (off-screen, we only see Luz land) before Luz has to keep running with more bullies on her trail.

           And eventually she makes it to the door leading outside but it’s locked, so she literally has to break open the glass in the doors, swinging a large object (I think a radio) at the bullies, making them pause, only for Luz to reveal that she’s just swinging it back for momentum so she can break the door opposite them! And then she barely manages to squeeze through the broken window, has to jump and climb over a few fences as the kids chase after her…

           And Luz, she manages to briefly lose them- And then for some reason (dreams are weird okay) she starts flying? She can just fly by waving her arms? And she flies above the bullies and they don’t see her, maybe she’s also invisible. Anyhow Luz is flying around, keeping track of her attackers, and as they get frustrated a teacher appears and asks what they’re doing. The bullies explain about how they’re just looking for Luz, and the teacher remarks aloud about how Luz has always been a trouble student and it just… HURTS Luz to hear this! Then my dream ended because I just woke up, but…

           …Honestly, while I can’t say Luz was outright physically harassed in this manner, I can’t help but feel like she was the occasional victim of her peers basically being bystanders to her own bullying. And being sent to the Reality Check Camp could’ve worsened things, because I imagine Luz was already not popular for causing mayhem and chaos, here or there, in her bids to be understood, express herself, maybe just attract someone who was interested… And it reminds me of this headcanon for an AU I saw (I can’t remember the exact post), where someone suggested that had Luz gone to the Reality Check Camp- She would’ve been singled out on by the people there… And they’d have likely used the “if one student messes up, everyone is punished” tactic to turn all of the other kids against Luz.

          And, in the context of my dream- I’m just imagining that as what basically led to this, because teachers weren’t just content with hurting Luz, they had to make enemies out of her peers (instead of potential friends), and that just REALLY messed her up…! It just reminds me of that speculation I had, in the month or so before The Owl House premiered; I wondered if Luz was going to stay in the Boiling Isles and had intentionally sought it out, because she had nothing back for her in the human world. Maybe Luz was an orphan with no family, no friends; And so she read about the Boiling Isles and found a way, and that’s why she’s choosing to stay… She has nothing back there in the human world to go back to, just pain and rejection; So why not stay forever in a place where she’s treated like a person and has an actual family?

           …Thankfully, it’s not that horrible in canon; Luz DOES have a mother, Camila, who deeply cares and who she clearly had a great bond with. Obviously things have soured a little in recent years, but it’s obvious that a lot of Luz’s bright and outgoing personality was encouraged by Camila, and that the two value one another. In hindsight, Luz still having ties to her human home that she wants to maintain, works for her character and its development, separating fantasy from reality while also enjoying both. And I’m glad we have the idea that while she was lonely, it wasn’t THAT bad for Luz… At least, as far as we know.

           Still, that reminds me of another portion of my dream, disconnected from the part I mentioned (because my dreams are a patchwork of completely unrelated sequences), where… Luz is running through the woods, similar to the ones behind her house, and she’s being chased by kids and gets physically accosted. But there’s a treehouse, and while the dream changed to something else; I feel like the idea was that this was an alternate opening to The Owl House, where in her attempt to avoid her bullies, Luz stumbles across the portal to the Boiling Isles. And in the context of my dream, Dana and the creators changed it to what we got in canon, for multiple reasons… This sequence would’ve been really depressing, especially the implication that to her human peers, Luz just ran away from harassment one day and just disappeared, essentially chased away from her birthplace.

          I imagine in this ‘timeline’ or whatever, those bullies would’ve REALLY gotten in trouble and been suspected a lot regarding Luz’s disappearance… And honestly, I can see this ‘dream version’ of the show having Luz never go back home, not bothering to give that closure to the people who hurt her; Because she’s happier where she is now. But thankfully, we don’t get such a cold and cruel kind of set-up/resolution, Luz still has a family, she wasn’t physically harassed (again, as far as we know), and she still somewhat chose to go to the Boiling Isles on her own terms, not necessarily under a threat. Luz found Eda and King, then Willow and Gus… Amity and the Twins, and now she’s just been so much happier as a person! She feels safe in the Boiling Isles, and on Earth too- Luz just isn’t supported there…

          Still, this reminds me of back when that one promo pic for Wing it like Witches came out, with Luz, Willow, and Gus bearing the marks of Boscha’s bullying; And then I had a brief, major grudge/vitriol against Boscha, because my mind went to the worst places and imagined Luz being disturbingly reminded of her own experiences back home, and feeling like even in the Boiling Isles, she can’t escape that kind of bullying and ostracizing and will always be a ‘freak’ and a ‘loser’… Luckily the actual context of that scene ended up not being nearly intense, and Luz quickly brushed it aside- But it really makes me wonder about Luz and her character, and the idea of her having hidden apprehensions and paranoia about rejection, about being ostracized at school again (as we see in the beginning of The First Day), etc.

          But Luz has been so supported and encouraged by others that she’s willing to take that risk, to make more friends like Willow and Gus and Amity (or at least hang out with them more), and learn magic! And I love that, Eda and King made Luz feel safe; They gave her an environment where Luz felt free to explore herself, protected from harsh repercussions and punishments, while still aware of the consequences and willing to fix any problems she caused! If she does have any trauma, triggers, and PTSD about being bullied, that follows through to the Boiling Isles; I do believe that Eda and the others can help to reassure Luz how much she means, how great she is… She already seems somewhat popular and even legendary for defeating Grom and wounding Belos!

          Luz already has all of the friends she needs, but I really think she’s earned a genuine love, appreciation, and admiration from her peers and community as a whole! Luz didn’t need that; But by her own unwitting efforts of just being true to herself, and the support and love she got… Luz no longer has to deal with a default of being ostracized and hated; Now, her default is being loved and admired, seen as amazing and legendary, and even cheered upon! And it’s such a fantastical change of pace to her; Maybe one Luz is afraid will be interrupted when she’s suddenly pulled back down to earth, reminded of what a loser she REALLY is… But no, she’s never truly been a loser, and definitely won’t be!

          She’s Luz Noceda, a human who learned magic against all odds, wounded the Emperor, changed the learning system at Hexside, destroyed Grometheus… And her accomplishments go well beyond that, and keep adding up! She’s on a roll, and this girl is unstoppable now, knows it, and is going to take advantage of this to make such a positive impact- She’s an unyielding, guiding light! Luz is weird and an utter cryptid, but this time in a way that’s meaningful and validating to her- She’s got friends by her side, has accomplished things, and is for once now emboldened to pursue her dreams, without having to worry about any delusions to distract/hinder her; Luz knows who she is, and that person is AMAZING!

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jungkook as a boyfriend (long):

a/n: 

since i am currently writing a jungkook social media au, i thought it would be fun to make a headcanon of bf jungkook. this post and the au does not go hand in hand at all. the masterlist to my au is in my bio, please give it a read :) (this prolly the worst self promo ever lol).

if you do want any other headcanon of the boys as a boyfriend, please let me know.

meeting the boys:

so basically, you were one of jimin’s closest friends.

you guys didn’t hang out as much as you used to because of his popularity and schedule.

he also wanted to keep the rest of the boys as far away from you as possible since he saw you as a little sister and felt like he had the duty to protect you.

clearly that didn’t go well.

you knew where their company’s building was, so you decided to give jimin a visit.

you weren’t sure if the other boys were there, but your guts told you that they most likely will be there.

so when you first walked in, jimin was stunned.

homeboy was happy to see you but also nervous because this would be the first time you would meet the rest of the group.

the group and you both knew how jimin wanted to keep you separate .

when the boys first saw you, they were confused.

but then they realized who you were and shouted out for you.

they all hugged you and guys introduced yourselves to each other.

jungkook was the one that caught your eye the most.

he was more shy and introverted than the others.

he barely made eye contact with you and spoke lowly as well.

jimin eased into the idea of you being friends with the boys.

he suggested that after practice, all 8 of you can go grab some dinner.

everybody liked the idea and you sat in the corner on a chair and waited.

through the mirror, you and jungkook would glance every couple of seconds or so.

he would look down shyly while you were glance over to the rest of the boys.

once their practice finished, you guys grabbed dinner near their dorm.

usually, girls would nervous to eat in front of guys, but that wasn’t you.

you stuffed the hell out of your mouth and they were genuinely surprised that you didn’t try to hide it.

 because of that, you quickly bonded with jin since he is a huge foodie himself.

becoming good friends with the boys and jungkook:

over the course of a few weeks, you had gotten closer with the boys.

you were always hanging out in their practice room daily.

you would bring them food over sometimes if they stayed late.

they all considered you as part of the friend group and little sister at this point.

except jungkook.

homeboy grew a massive crush on you.

i mean little did he know, you felt the same way but lets not get to that just yet.

there would be times where you didnt hang out together at once.

for example, there was a day where you went out with jin to some new. restaurant you were interested in trying.

another day you went exploring with taehyung for pictures and to the museum on the way.

on a particular day, jungkook asked you to hang out.

he didn’t specify if it was a date or not, so you didn’t assume it.

you both went to the movies and then a carnival.

he even won you those teddy bears girls usually get in the movies.

he was a bit more open than the first time you met, but not completely.

you basically got closer and closer since that hang out,

you guys did talk about a lot of things when he walked you back to your complex.

that day, you knew that you had feelings for jungkook.

confessing:

jungkook definitely knew he liked you from the moment he met you.

at this point, the only people who knew you liked him was jimin, tae, and jin.

you were the closest with them and they already knew you well enough to know.

all the boys knew he liked you, he would make it so obvious

he would always somehow find a way to talk about in a conversation

there was a time when all the boys were discussing jungkook’s good ramen making skills, and he asked if they think you would like it.

he was just so obvious.

always complimenting you.

finding words and ways to make you smile.

i mean, it worked...

the boys finally convinced jungkook to ask you out and confess 

he asked you to hang out and to dress nice on the day you met, just 4 months from then.

you did as told and wore blue jeans with a cute sweater since it wasn’t even summer yet. 

jungkook had planned a picnic in the park by the water. 

he thought maybe that would increase his chances of getting an official date with you.

and it did.

he confessed when you guys were eating dessert.

he was scared out of his mind that he ended up stuttering most of it

“i-i um i- h-have feel-” you get the point.

you found it cute and giggled at it softly which got him embarrassed.

“aw man now you’re laughing at me”.

you reassured him that wasn’t it and that you liked him too.

his eyes lit up so hard you could probably see his reflection in the water.

he then asked you out on an official date and of course you said yes.

dates:

jungkook wanted to take everything slow with you.

which made sense, you didn’t want anything rushed either.

you hung out with the boys daily and sometimes even slept over.

obviously you slept with jungkook in his bed.

the boys teased you and him doing the frickle frackle which both had you flustered.

you guys would wake cuddling together.

which meant

the boys taking lots of pics.

even with flash

jungkook would always cover your face so you wouldn’t get blinded.

so cute of him

you did spend most days hanging with just jungkook too.

when you guys weren’t together, you would be on call or ft when he wasn’t practicing.

if he was, he would of course tell you he would call you after he’s settled back at the dorm.

at this point, every time you guys were out, you had to be careful.

the group was getting more and more popular and the last thing jungkook wanted was you to be involved in the spotlight.

not that he didn’t wanna show you off, he so did.

he just knew you never had the experience and was afraid of how you would handle it.

every date that went by, he planned a perfect one where he would officially ask you to be his girlfriend.

he knew it would be tricky because of his fans.

so he improvised

he rented out a sea-front restaurant.

and also asked the chef to decorate a small cake.

he would have it say “be my girlfriend?” in edible rose petals.

he was going all out, as you deserved.

after dinner and about an hour of laughing, he finally asked for dessert.

you were completely stunned and his face was full of nervousness.

you just grabbed his cheeks by your hands and kissed him.

you nodded your head at the same time.

did that make sense? just imagine it idk.

both of you were incredibly happy.

you broke the news to the boys afterwards.

but not before jin yeeting your leftovers.

you did spend the night, no you didn’t do the frickle frackle.

your relationship:

well this is already mad long and we only up to the actual relationship.

please keep reading if you made it this far, im trying my best LFMAOOO.

as i was saying

the first important thing was keeping your relationship away from the public.

their boss of course knew about the relationship and told jungkook to be careful.

you guys would take a lot of couple pics but never post it.

you were known as jimin’s friend as it is, you didn’t wanna attract more news onto the group.

jungkook was very loving 

obviously he was kind of shy in some situations.

but there were two jungkooks

bunny jungkook and daddy jungkook

boy oh boy

cuddling sessions would turn into makeouts.

makeouts would turn into last minute dick appointments.

you had to try to be quiet in case the others boys heard.

didn’t work out that great to be honest.

some days it would be at your place.

some days it would be at the boys dorm when no one but the both of you was there.

some days it would even be in the company building.

and lemme tell you

daddy jungkook >>>>>>>>>

you loved the soft jungkook too

but daddy jungkook just made you feel all types of things

the way he had control over you

the way he would dominate you

followed by aftercare

whew

this boy was IN LOVE with you

always protected you.

teased you obviously.

but in a cute way

after being together for a few months, you decided to go public.

some fans were proud

some...not so much

but jungkook didn’t care

he only cared about loving you, giving you what you deserve, and protecting you.

[wolvenlights]

I just thought about this small idea/interaction with Luz and Amity after finding out that Boscha drew on Luz's face. (Cause I saw a few promo pics from the episode).

It's obviously not perfect, I've been experiencing a lot of writer's block for months and I literally believe this is my first time writing since Covid-19. Anyway, I really hope you like it. I thought it was cute. I wanted to get this out before tomorrow and my idea is no longer relevant in terms of being canon.

I finished it later then I would've liked but I also wasn't working on it in one session. I was doing multiple things and then adding things to it. I know it's short. Lol.

Started 8/14/2020 2:40 PM (PDT)

 

Amity saw the three of them sitting on the bleachers. There was an unspoken understanding. Amity was visually upset at the sight of Luz, Willow and Gus with insults written on their faces. She pulled Luz aside. "Luz, what did she do to you?" Amity asked, concerned.

Luz had a habit of trying to brush off the situation, regardless of how she felt about it. "It’s fine, Amity. Really."

"No, it’s not. I can tell by your voice that it’s not fine."

Luz seemed to be in somewhat of a deep thought. "Are my ears really that round?" Her voice was quieter this time.

Amity was almost taken aback at the question. She placed her hands lightly on Luz’s shoulders. "No, there’s nothing wrong with your ears, Luz. They’re perfect. Boscha is just jealous."

"Of my ears?" Her signature smirk presented itself.

"Maybe. She doesn’t have the best ears." Amity played along, chuckling. "But I’m convinced she’s jealous of you in general." She cautiously grabbed the end of the banana peel from Luz’s head and threw it in a nearby trash can.

"Why?" There was genuine innocence behind it.

"Well, she must see you as a threat somehow. To her reputation. I think it’s possible that she believes you are trying to take something from her. For instance, she’s popular. Your goal is not to become popular; you are just trying to be yourself. But because more people are hanging out with you, she may be scared that she’ll become less popular." Amity took out a container of wipes from her backpack.

"Do you always carry those around, Blight?"

The young witch’s cheeks grew red. "Well, yes. Not that I’m a germophobe but there’s a lot of bacteria at school." She began to wipe the rude words off of Luz’s face.

"I don’t think Boscha has anything to worry about in the sense of me being a witch."

"I completely disagree." Amity smiled, which caused Luz to be noticeably confused. "You, Willow and Gus brought a house to life for a conjuring. Boscha couldn’t even move a doll. "

"You know about that?"

"Of course."

"But what about the eye comment?" Luz brought up due to the fact that Amity was now carefully removing the fake drawn on eye in the middle of her forehead.

"The majority of witches here have two eyes. So it doesn’t seem very relevant when she’s the one with three." Amity reassured. "And she’s going to get what’s coming to her. I promise." There was a hint of anger in her voice now.

"Just don’t be too hard on her." Luz was about to add something else but was cut off by Amity pouring a bucket of water over her head. After the initial shock wore off, a grin replaced it. "Amity!"

"What?" She chuckled, cautiously flicking away the remaining gunk and mud off of Luz’s outfit. "You’ll be changing into your grudgby uniform anyway." Amity put her fingers in Luz’s hair, trying to fix it. "I-I don’t know how you like to style it." She finally took her hands away as Luz shook her hair out.

"Why is it that you can always make a bleak situation happy?"

"No, you’re definitely the one who does that." Amity said softly. "That’s another reason Boscha is jealous of you. You’re strong and caring and at this point I don’t think she can achieve that. "

It was Luz’s turn to dump water on Amity, who burst out laughing when a few seconds passed by. "Well, this definitely feels better."

"Right? It’s hot out. "

"At least they’ll dry quicker." Amity acknowledged, motioning to her now soaking outfit. "We should go soon." She finally commented, and she could’ve sworn she saw some disappointment in Luz’s hazel eyes once the sentence left her mouth.

"You’re going to absolutely crush Boscha, aren’t you?"

"Duh. Nobody messes with you-you guys and gets away with it." She looked up in Willow and Gus’s direction, who gave her a wave in response. "She’s rude and not letting anyone change how she treats people. So yeah, that makes me irritated." Luz briefly opened her mouth before Amity cut in. "And no, you don’t deserve it so don’t even think that." She pointed at Luz.

Luz broke into a smile again. "How do you know what I’m going to say?"

"You have to have some faith in yourself and your abilities, Luz."

Finished 8/14/2020 4:43 PM (PDT)

[fallenandthefaithless]

15x10 Spec

15x10′s promo pics have given us all a lot to think about. Especially the one with Sam failing at holding baby. It gave us all a laugh. It also gave me a few thoughts on what might happen in this weeks episode.

First off, the monsters. This episode is clearly supposed to drive home Chuck’s insinuations about the monsters winning. Sam ad Dean appear to be less capable when facing them down and the monsters start to get the upper hand. All of this points to thoughts that we need to defeat the monsters. But this episode also offers a counter argument to this. Garth. 

Garth, Bess and their children are harmless werewolves who live quietly and do nothing but good. And they are not the only ones who live like this. To sum all monsters up as monstrous is therefore incorrect and unjust. We can’t defeat all monsters in one hit because then innocents would be caught up in this. Which drills home that Team Free Will need to find another way. After this episode I’m sure they’ll be searching for that way a lot more in order to spare their monster friends as well as stop Chuck.

The second thought that occurred to me concerns fatherhood. Sam and Dean are about to be confronted with Garth’s happy family life complete with his children. I think this may be what brings Jack up in their thoughts once more. Neither brother have mentioned Jack since 15x04 where Sam insists that they would have hurt people just like the vamp teens parents did for him. Because he was their son and they’d do anything for him. Considering Jack is now back on the board courtesy of Billie the brothers will need to be prepared to accept Jack back into the fold. Sam is probably the one most willing at this point as he was shown to be devastated by Jack’s death in 15x01. Dean mentioned that Jack didn’t deserve to die but has not made any mention of him since. In 15x09 Cas brings Jack up, mentioned his ongoing grief over him and Dean seems genuinely surprised. He didn’t factor Jack at all into what Cas was feeling but I think now, thanks to Cas bringing him up and now Garth’s children, Dean is going to start thinking of Jack more. I think that maybe this episode will be the one where the brothers admit aloud how they want Jack back. Both of them. With Jack’s return only a couple of episodes away, Sam and Dean need to be prepared and willing to take him.