#probably gonna be spoilers in the tags so

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Floyd Leech

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating? Or rather, dated.

CHARACTERS: Floyd Leech x Reader 🦈🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda, actually an ex-relationship); Kiss

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Floyd’s dream (Eng Server) and a reader with attitude.

WORD COUNT: 3.150 words

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

This Yuu/Reader has a strong personality because I believe is what fits and makes sense in this dream.

I hope you enjoy 🦈

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / (Floyd) / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho announces. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

You, Grim, Silver, Sebek, and Jamil were all holding on to Ortho, so you needed a place to land. But there was no land in sight, just a vast ocean. Jamil froze the seawater into a boat with seats for everyone and Silver formed the oars. You all get on the boat and sit down.

“The sea brings to mind a couple of people.” Jamil says. “And what they have in common is-”

Something slammed into the boat. And again. And again.

“Mraaah! The boat's rockin' and rollin'!” Grim worries. “I'm gonna fall overboard!”

“I'm getting an enormous aether signal reading from under the boat!” Ortho warns. “It's closing in again at high speed!”

“Is it trying to tip the boat over?!” Jamil realizes.

The thing keeps hitting the ice boat violently until it finally capsizes and you all fall into the water. Fortunately, Idia was prepared for that and used technomantic nanomachines to create a kind of giant bubble around each of your bodies.

“Thank goodness!” Silver says. “Now we can fight whatever attacked our boat.”

“Ah! Aether signature reading 10 meters ahead. Estimated length, four meters!” Ortho informs you. “Judging by its size, it must be the creature that knocked over our boat.”

“Four meters? That's pretty big. We'll need to take it down with magic! (Y/N), you get back.” Jamil asks you.

Everyone gets into position, ready to defend themselves from a possible next attack and to attack the creature with magic.... But...

“Nothing's comin'.” Grim says, kind of disappointedly.

“I'm still getting that reading 10 meters ahead...” Ortho reiterates. “But it's not budging at all.”

“If it won't attack, we should attack instead.” Silver says. “Let's close in carefully and...”

Silver is interrupted by an oddly long sigh.

“Boooriiiiin'...” Floyd appears, more apathetic than you've ever seen him or even thought possible. “I was hopin' for some decent excitement... But nah, it's just land peeps...” You see the dreamer's silver bird around his head.

“Floyd?!”

“Mm... You guys know me? People from land kinda blur together for me... Mm... Wait.” He looks at you, without changing his bored expression. “Koebi-chan? Were you takin’ a boat trip or somethin'? Sorry ‘bout that.”

“You recognize (Y/N).” Jamil says, although he found it strange that Floyd apologized to someone without being ironic. “Does that mean you recognize us as well?”

“Mm... Oh, yeah... but whatever. I ain't interested in school or anythin' up on land anymore.”

Silver asks Floyd where Azul and Jade are. The three of them were always together, right? Floyd tells him that the three of them are not a package deal and that the two are probably still on land since Azul's business was going so well.

Jamil asks him if he came back to the sea by himself and Floyd says he was bored as an explanation, that things go great no matter what he does.

“See, I figured there were entertaining people up on land, kinds you wouldn't find under the sea.” Floyd explains. “But they're all so weak. Just a buncha small fry not even worth botherin' with. And they all get suckered by Azul, hook, line, and sinker... He's got so many anemones at this point, he doesn't even need more. We had a second and third Mostro Lounge branch open in no time flat...” he ends with another long sigh.

Besides people getting ‘suckered by Azul’ being concerning, Sebek says that all that sounds like perfect smooth sailing, and asks what exactly is the problem.

Floyd says that all of that was just boring and he got totally checked out. So he left to take a solo trip around the world. He went to the Shaftlands, where he was found by a man who offered him a spot as a model in a fashion show which he accepted because it sounded cool. Then the man offered him an exclusive contract with their brand, which he refused because it would be boring to always wear clothes from the same brand.

After spending all his money in the Shaftlands, he went to the Sunshine Lands to find some part-time gigs. He was immediately hired by a famous restaurant. On the third day of work, he threw together something for a staff meal that the chef totally loved and asked him if they could serve that to customers. Floyd accepted and it was such a huge hit that it had people lining up out the door.

Grim wanted to try it, but Floyd had forgotten the recipe because it was something he simply made depending on what he felt like at the time.

It was turning into a hassle so he quit and went to another country, this time the Scalding Sands. Where he rode a camel through the desert and found the legendary genie's lamp. But he used all three wishes to ask for fresh drinks and food because it was hot and he was hungry.

After that he went to the Sunset Savanna, the Queendom of Roses, and Briar Valley. But once again, everyone was so weak that it was just boring. Sebek protests that it's impossible for someone from the Briar Valley royal family to be weak, but Floyd basically says that he's not stupid enough to just walk into the castle and ask to fight with the royal family.

“So yeah. I got bored of bein' up on land and came back to the sea. Not that it's any less boring here... I saw a disturbance in the water up on the surface so I came to see if somethin' interesting was finally happening... But when I flipped the boat, all I found was my ex and a buncha guys I already know.”

“Y-your EX?!” Everyone asks, including you.

“Huh?” Floyd looks directly at you. “I thought you realized I broke up with you when I dumped you at my parents' house.”

“Wait, you are talking about (Y/N)?” Jamil asks. “You're saying that you dated and then you broke up with them at your parents' house?”

“Yeah. We started datin’ on land and one day they said they would like to visit the Coral Sea and meet my parents. I gave them the potion for them to take on a mer-form and even that got borin’ after a while.”

“What do you mean?” Jamil keeps asking, after all if it were you it would be strange. “What were they like in mer-form?”

“Beautiful.” Floyd says without any emotion in his voice. “Everyone was like ‘Aww, you shrimp tail is sooo adorable!’ And they always have a buncha merfolk fallin’ for them. But Koebi-chan never even looked at them.”

“And isn't that good? For them to be faithful?”

“Well, yeah... but our relationship was so booorin'. We never argued, they were always so nice and kind to me even when I tried to mess with them. That was so annoyin'. They never got mad at me and always did whatever I asked. I realized how borin' they really were after my parents met them, so I told them to take Koebi-chan back home after I left on my solo world trip. I don't even remember why I fell in love with them. Ouch!”

Suddenly Floyd was hit in the chest by a small rock. Everyone turned to you, who was the one who threw it, and you were looking at Floyd furiously.

“You son of a... whatever the stupid fish equivalent is!” You shout at him.

“Fish equivalent?” Floyd looks at you a little surprised. “Was that supposed to be a racial insult, koebi-chan?”

“No, I was just trying to say it in a way that you would understand.” You say smugly.

“Heh? Are you sayin’ I'd be too dumb to understand if you used your own words?” Floyd gave you that mocking smile, and then he looked at you with that scary serious face. “Say what you want if you have the guts.”

“(Y/N), I know this is a complicated situation but-” Jamil tried to calm you down but was interrupted by Grim.

Grim was looking at you like a child seeing one of those rare moments where they see their mother angry and doesn't want to get involved. He convinces everyone to let you handle it.

“If I have the guts?!” You continue. “You were the one who wasn't merman enough to take me back to land and broke up with me properly!”

“Oooohh... now you’re usin’ puns?” He smiles smugly. “After all, you really are more interestin’ single. Heh heh heh!” He laughs for the first time.

“Indeed. Maybe the problem has been you all along.” You smirk.

Floyd gets that frighteningly serious look back when he looks at you.

“Yeah, you heard me.” At this point, you were either serious or you had some sort of plan, or both. “Maybe the problem is you. Maybe no one wants to entertain you. After all... who wants to be around someone so boring that they can't even entertain themselves?”

The others ask you, almost stuttering, if you are sure that irritating him is a good idea, especially seeing the way he was looking at you.

“You have a lotta nerve for such a tiny shrimp.” Floyd says menacingly. “And especially for someone who would drown if I burst their little bubble.” He smirks.

“Do it if you have the guts.” You provoke him.

The others try to warn you to stop, that you could really be in danger, but you don't cower, nor does Floyd. He attacks you, bursting your bubble and taking you away from the others.

“(Y/N)!” Everyone shouts, but none of them can reach you underwater, Floyd is too fast.

When he stops, your cheeks are puffed out to hold your breath, and he's hugging you, not squeezing you.

“What about now? Heh heh heh. You can't talk under water.” He smiles amusedly.

You blow air bubbles in his face, the equivalent of spitting out the water you would have in your mouth if you were on land.

“Aha ha ha, That tickles. You idiot, you're runnin’ out of air.”

But you don't seem worried, even with him holding you down there under the sea. But he was right, you were running out of air. He notices when your expression starts to become less intense.

“Silly little shrimpy.” He says in a surprisingly affectionate tone before swimming quickly toward the surface with you.

When you reach the surface you take a deep breath and Floyd keeps holding you. You call him stupid or idiot one last time and he starts laughing heartily.

“THAT WAS FUN!” He says with that joy that you were already missing. “I'm pretty sure this was our first argument, but for some reason... Me in mer-form facin’ you in your human form underwater is givin’ me a déjà vu.”

“Probably from that time you and Jade tried to stop me and the others from getting to the Atlantica Memorial Museum.” You say.

“Atlantica Memorial Museum? Oh, yeah. ‘Cause of that contract with Azul. You needed to get that school photo. Well, too bad you never got it.”

“Yes, we did! While Leona destroyed Azul's contracts.”

“What? You worked together with Todo-senpai (sea lion)? No way. There's no way we'd lose to a little shrimp like you... Hrgh?!” He remembers the moment in front of the museum when he and Jade had to leave because something was happening with Azul in Octavinelle.

The world begins to distort as he remembers. Because of the headaches, Floyd ends up letting go of you. The others finally catch up to you, Idia takes the opportunity to restore your bubble and you two go back underwater

They saw the world distorting and asked what happened. You tell them that Floyd began to remember when he was defeated by you and the others. They come to the conclusion that in that dream world Floyd was always living a perpetual winning streak. So maybe the formula for waking him up was reminding him of all the times he didn't win.

Silver reminds him of Orientation day, where he saw Floyd on fire flying through the air after hearing an explosion nearby. And the person who did that to him was Riddle. Jamil says that Jade was laughing so loudly it echoed through the whole Mirror Chamber, and Azul was acting like he'd never seen Floyd before in his life. Silver found out what happened from Riddle himself at the Equestrian Club. Floyd suddenly grabbed Riddle's hair and remarked, 'It's red, but it ain't hot.'.

Floyd thought this story was better than his dream and this made the world distort again. So the others continued.

Idia remembered one time Floyd got easily shut down during a joint defensive magic lesson with the juniors. More specifically by Cater, Leona and Malleus after underestimating them. Jamil says that in their practice basketball games, Floyd hardly ever break past him when Jamil is blocking him. And tells about that one time that Floyd snuck into the gym at night because he wanted to practice slam dunks and broke two hoops. The headmage punished him with a week of gym-cleaning duty.

“Dude, what the heck? I sound like an idiot in these stories!” Floyd says. “But hey... That sounds better than bein' able to breeze through anything...”

And finally, you remind him of the conversation you were having earlier and whether he remembered what had happened during midterms.

“Midterms...? Guh... Aaagh!” The world distorts again as he remembers. “Oh yeah... We screwed up big time, and Azul... I shouldn't know any of this, but I do... Where are these memories comin' from?!”

The goopy darkness begins to form around you until it transforms into two figures: Jade and Azul in their mer-forms. These figures created by darkness tried to convince Floyd not to believe you, praising him about being a strong predator and saying that the three of them could have fun together as friends. They were so out of character that they couldn't fool Floyd at all. This angered Floyd so much that he woke up and attacked the fake Jade and Azul himself.

“Floyd, how could you...?” Were the last words of fake Jade.

“I thought... we were... best friends...” Were the last words of fake Azul.

“Tch, you're STILL puttin' words in their mouths.” Floyd says, still beside himself with rage. “I'd better not see your fake faces again, you little minnows.” He started slamming his tail into the sunken ship and smashing it apart.

Someone needed to stop him so you all could talk to him. And Jamil said the best person to do it would be the person he apparently liked enough to dream about dating them. You go over and call out to him, telling him you're glad he's awake.

“Huh? Why're you guys still hoverin' around?” Floyd looks at you furiously. “I'm not in the mood, koebi-chan. I'm REALLY ticked off right now, y'know. Unless you wanna get squeezed and turn into squid ink too.”

“I'm not one of them, Floyd. I'm the real (Y/N).”

“Oh yeah? And how can you prove that?”

You need a moment to think, but then you say something like: “You are a poor unfortunate soul who doesn't even have the courage to break up with an imaginary partner properly.”

Everyone is scared for you.

“Those NPCs are supposed to praise you, and I can only imagine my NPC would say something about true love, but I just insulted you. I'm going against their nature. And if you don't realize that then you're really dumb." You smirk.

The others comment on you having some desire to be killed by Floyd, as he slowly approaches you with an extremely threatening face and posture. He covers you with his shadow and opens his mouth as if he were going to eat you.

“Heh... Heh heh... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” Floyd smiles and hugs you tightly. “Yay! That’s my Koebi-chan~!”

He's not hurting you, but you tell him the hug is still too strong. He loosened his hug a little and suddenly he kissed you passionately on the lips. Everyone else is startled, but you return the kiss. Jamil's reflex was to cover Grim's eyes.

It started out as just a kiss, but you returning the kiss made him get in the mood for making out. If you don't stop the kiss, it will be the group clearing their throats behind you doing it.

If you continue to the point where others are clearing their throats as a request for you to stop: You both break the kiss and Floyd looks at them with an extremely smug smile.

“What? I'm not forcin' you to watch... pervs.” Floyd mocks them.

If you are the one who breaks the kiss: Floyd won't move his face too far away from yours and will look at you with a pout.

“Own, why did you stop now?” He asks in an overly seductive, pleading voice. “Is it ‘cause you don't like audience? I can take care of them for you... Koebi-chan~”

You two may have interrupted your kiss, but Floyd didn't want to let go of you for anything. Your only two options were to stay like that, or turn around and have him hug you from behind. Floyd asks what's going on, the others explain that it was a dream and Ortho shows him the explanatory video.

When the video ended, to your surprise, Floyd let go of you. You look at him, confused, and his expression is that... neutral, but serious one.

“What's wrong?” You ask.

“We never dated, did we? When I kissed you, I thought you were the same (Y/N) from my dream.” Yes, he called you by your name. He's silent for a moment to see if you understand what he means, but it seems like he has to continue explaining. “I thought I had your prior consent as your ex, but since we never dated...”

“You are concerned about consent?” Jamil says, doubtfully. “I don't mean to insult you, but I wasn't expecting that from a guy who tries to squeeze everyone who bothers him.”

“Beatin’ up annoyin’ guys is one thing.” Floyd explains, still strangely serious. “And I always do that after a warning. This is different.” His expression becomes threatening. “And none of your business.”

You turn Floyd's attention back to you and tell him that you also like him. You understand and if that is an apology you accept it. And you even reveal how much you actually enjoyed it.

“Hm~ Really~?” Floyd looks at you with a seductive smile and gets closer to you, holding you by the waist once again. “Are you askin’ for more, koebi-chan~?”

“Oh please, not again!” Idia begs. “I can't handle such high levels of PDA!”

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

P.S.: Don't question how the air bubble bursts once but doesn't burst again when he hugs and kisses Yuu. This is a fanfic for fanservice purposes only 😝

[seokminfilm]

sentimental — lee seokmin

PAIRING 𐂴 lee seokmin x reader

TAGS & WARNINGS 𐂴 non-idol au, short, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, pet names (seokmin calls reader baby), domestic fluff, kissing, hand holding, one quick mention of being naked, soft seokmin hours are here to stay

SUMMARY 𐂴 seokmin loves capturing you in photos.

LYR'S SIDENOTES 𐂴 another seokmin fic requested by the one and only augustine (@hanniescookie)!! ur gonna keep me going w all the amazing requests you keep coming up with i swear 😭 this is gonna be another short fic but expect something with wonwoo & mingyu soon!! i have an idea that's been floating around in my head all day

(dedicated to @yudaies because i'm on my way to turning her into a dk stan and i'm loving every second of it 💗 welcome to the gathering girlie...the cutie's gathering 😊)

NOW PLAYING 𐂴 home (seventeen)

WORD COUNT 497 𐂴 FOR @kstrucknet

if seokmin wasn't dating you, you'd think he was in love with his camera.

the little black canon hung with every outfit he wore, and whether you two were going on a road trip, grocery shopping, or just lounging around the house with lots of chores to do, seokmin would be on standby, ready to capture the perfect picture for the occasion.

and who did he claim to be his muse? the reason he even had tens of memory cards stuffed to the brim with nonsensical and probably useless pictures?

(spoiler: it was you.)

every single moment you could think of, seokmin claimed to have a picture for. he had pictures of you cooking late-night dinners, crying to musicals on the couch, mumbling half asleep with seokmin's fingers threading through your hair, giggling at a funny face seokmin was making behind the camera, and even naked as you did a cute sailor moon pose fresh out of the shower.

even now, you lay on the bed, listening to classical music as you do a color-by-number. your hair is messy from the shower you just took, and colored pencils are strewn all over the sheets.

"can i take a picture of you?" seokmin asks you for permission as he does every time, and you just nod, smiling as you continue to color.

"you don't have to ask anymore, seok. i like when you take pictures of me." you smile, cheeks warming up as seokmin leans in, brushing hair from your cheek as he kisses it quickly.

"yeah? you like it?" seokmin's smiling from ear to ear now, dark eyes sparkling with mirth as he holds up the camera to his eye.

"mhm, they always look so sentimental," you say, smiling to yourself once you hear the shutter click. seokmin doesn't reply for a second, looking down at the screen before smiling and nodding at you.

"that's because you're sentimental, baby." seokmin shrugs, throwing the camera to the side to scoot closer to you. his clean deodorant washes over you in waves, mixing in with the faint cologne smell of the hoodie you're wearing (that belongs to him).

"sentimental? i'm sentimental?" you ask, looking to seokmin as you let your colored pencil drop, moving closer to him as you're now centimeters away from his face.

seokmin nods, looking at you like you've hung the stars in the sky as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. he tastes like caramel, warmth spreading through your body as he pulls away.

"every picture i take never captures you perfectly. i have the real deal i get to look at," he pauses, kissing you once. "hold," he pauses again, kissing you another time. "...and taste every day."

the words sink in as he kisses you again, longer, softer this time, and you think to yourself how thankful you are for that silly little canon camera that brings the two of you closer and closer with every single click of its shutter.

[eidolonetchings]

I've never liveblogged anything but for @goldfishinaplasticbag 's amusement, while reading the new chapter of 1-800-Gotham, I stopped every couple lines to write down my thoughts. Anyway here you go. There's probably so many typos in this but I was focused on the story so shh. Also I'm definitely dramatic about some things here but to be clear I completely loved the entire chapter

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 16

“What’s wrong? We’ll get that civilian out as soon as we can, but Nightwing, you can’t go back in,” Bruce urges, voice low and worried and unaware.” : OH G-D HE DOESN'T KNOW I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS BUT OH CLOSE IT'S NOT NIGHTWING NEVER CALLED HIM JAX AND NOBODY BUT NIGHTWING WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO TIM AUGH

AUGH AND HE'S TOO OVERWHELMED TO COMMUNICATE THAT THAT'S JAX AUGH FUCK

Fuck he isn't scared of dying but he absolutely dreads his family dying… augh

Oh your siblings would be so pissed if they knew you wanted to die before them

Oh he's so out of it he's forgetting they didn't know him as Tim- OH HI JASON

OH SHIT DID HE ACTIVATE THE TRACKER? WHILE BEING CRUSHED BY THE FUCKING CHANDELIER? NO WAIT HE WENT UNCONSCIOUS IMMEDIATELY HE PROBABLY JUST GOT LUCKY AND FELL ON IT

I know you guys are losing it right now but someone communicate to Bruce and Damian that it's Jax? Please?

Oh shit the beacon did activate it's not just that Jason knew the Drake last name and that he planned to be at the gala

Did he promise not to do anything stupid? I think he just promised not to die. Which, granted, he is definitely fucking up right now-

Welp there's the blaming himself, I knew it was coming but like. Fuck

Oh wow I didn't consider that this would remind Jason of being exploded or buried alive. How thoughtful of you to consider that /(is there a tone tag that is both negative and affectionate)

Oh wow Jason and Tim parallels alongside the promised Jason and Bruce parallels huh. You shouldn't have

IS BRUCE GONNA RECOGNIZE HIM ONCE THE FACE IS VISIBLE? BECAUSE COMMUNICATION HAS NOT BEEN HAPPENING HERE

You and Nightwing are gonna get infections or tetanus or whatever cutting your hands on glass and metal and stuff with Tim's blood on it

Uh oh there goes somebody's FUCKING SPLEEN

OH THANK FUCK. I guess losing most of your goddamn blood would make your pulse pretty fucking hard to find huh

You are not actually supposed to move injured people before treating them but also suspension of disbelief and also it makes sense that they'd prioritize getting him the fuck out of here and to help. Like I don't think the building is going to keep collapsing but this probably still qualifies as the scene being unsafe. Also secret identities probably. Sorry I'm really not trying to be nitpicky but I just finished a semester long course on responding to emergencies and first aid

Oh boy I got distracted by that tangent and it left me unprepared for the angst of ‘it feels like holding a corpse’ oh and also Jason is having feelings about his own death lovely

It's an angsty scene but the mention of how Tim would've been the best robin came across as funny because. Y'know reference to canon. He sure would be

Oh Dick did NOT hear Jason say there was a pulse huh. My bad for assuming even the bare minimum communication would be successful when there could be bonus angst instead (does this come across as aggressive or critical because it's not meant to Im enjoying reading this)

Dick: of course Bruce knows what's going on

Me, remembering what the rest of this fic is like: are you sure about that

But also that seems reasonable bc he knows that this person is important to Jason and Dick, Jason mentioned identities, and he's pale with black hair

But also Batman does not know everything even a little

G-d I know there isn't anything you can do but get him advanced medical care asap but PUT SOME PRESSURE ON THOSE FUCKING WOUNDS! I mean not the impaled area but given the state of Tim I'm sure you've got options

Oh boy waiting time! Lots of room for angst! How long will it take then to fail to contact Angel! Or well actually I guess they've been doing that all morning

Oh the mention of the tapping that Tim noted in the last chapter… attention to detail!!

Oh Dick was a ward and never got adopted while the others did, huh

YEAH IF YOU WANTED SOMETHING TO DO WHILE YOU WAITED WASHING BLOOD OFF COULD HAVE BEEN. A THING MAYBE

Just two brothers, blaming themselves for the almost death of their other brother, also Dick thinking of saying things that would not make sense to Jason because he doesn't know Tim was sacrificing himself for Dick

Oh, the scene of Damian you drew! Wait do Bruce and Damian even know that's Jax yet? I mean they should but. Y'know this fic is a comedy. When it's not angst I mean

OH he's in the room with Tim now! Kids done with his splenectomy or whatever

Oh that's a bigger time skip than I thought actually. I don't have a problem with that though

Hey Dick are you… sleeping

Spleen removal confirmed! To the surprise of no one

Hi Babs! That makes sense she was close with Jax and Angel- OOH are they about to discuss his identities.and come to wild conclusions? G-d I hope so

Jackson is Tim Drake is a good start, love Jason immediately pressing X to doubt. Gonna end up with net zero information

Oooh we're addressing Angel’s absence!!

Aww acknowledging the Angel Babs friendship!

Damian actually asking the thing everyone is wondering!

I was not expecting everyone to be mad at Bruce for kidnapping Angel's family but I love that

Also love them recognizing that the Black Mask thing was traumatic for Angel

Also of course Bruce did not communicate things to them. Why would he ever

EDDIE DRAKE CHECKOVS GUN I FUCKING KNEW IT!! BUT ALSO WHERE IS BABS THINKING THEY'RE TWINS??

OH THERE IT IS

He is being dramatic! Because it's him!

G-d the irony of the whole close-but-nontraditional cut-from-same-cloth line

YEAH you should actually communicate!! Good job sharing your data please continue doing that

Good. Good luck contacting Eddie Drake! Hope that doesn't go to an actor or something but I don't think Tim ever actually hired one in this timeline

You absolutely should think something happened to Angel! I mean you're never gonna guess that what happened was chandelier, but that's still the reasonable thing to think

Oh the hotline was really important huh? Probably not good that the sole operator/informant is in a coma

I knew one of them would go look at Drake Manor! But also Angel does live there actually

They found Angel’s stuff!

Oh I fucking knew they would think Angel was kidnapped. I mean only because another anon said it first but still

Babs coming to some Incorrect Conclusions!

They're gonna find Jax’s stuff as well as Tim's in that bag. Stuff Jax had at the safehouse possibly even! That'll sure have implications

Dick I'm so sorry that you are only getting one brother. Byt at least Joker doesn't have the brother you are getting. Or the one you aren't getting because it's actually your other brother.

…Unrelated but if Tim actually died would the bats just honestly not figure Angel out ever

Anyway back to the story- Dick you are not getting an older brother. Sorry

Jason did not share his clone theory. But it was referenced!

Honestly given that you're providing medical care and have every reason to believe Angel is in danger, it's probably justified to take a DNA sample. I'd be surprised if Bruce didn't.

[viktorshexcore]

so I finally reached act 2 via the Underdark on Baldur's Gate 3 today and lemme tell you, I hate Mystra more and more every single day.

[vantablackdraws]

Interrupting my usual posting nonsense with some ISAT doodles I did a while ago

[egophiliac]

what do you think malleus has been doing this entire time during his long absence

honestly it's kinda...mushy...how much time has actually passed in-universe, since all the dreams seem to run differently and we've been popping in and out all over the place. so I think chances are it hasn't been that long for him, and he's still getting the run-around from Lilia!

(just let Malleus destroy everything in order to trap you in an eternal dreamworld like a normal person, gosh)

[samglyph]

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

Commissions & Tip Jar

[pidgydraws]

IMO

i make a lot of very fluffy, sentimental, art~ but i need everyone to know just how much i fucking hate these two (adoringly. with all my heart.)

[feelo-fick]

chilaios telepathy compilation. btw.

also these ones arent telepathy i just think its fun that they defend eachother + are on the same page about alchohol :

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[remxedmoon]

You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell

YES… HA HA HA… YES!

GGGOD I WISH I WASN’T OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but i’ve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.

okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if you’re familiar with the children’s hospital color theory post, that poster wasn’t actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also it’s incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context it’s used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).

color theory is also a special interest of mine but i’m not gonna touch on it too much here because it’s not entirely important. mmmaybe another time…

essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors don’t exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when it’s, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.

or for a less Children’s Hospital Themed example, i’ll put my euphrasie and king designs here!

(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how they’re perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)

and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! i’m about to get real fucking normal.

i’m gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because it’s the one that’s most relevant to my art (and also it’s really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! it’s neat stuff!!

also, if you’re familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with red’s general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!

(there is also red’s association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity i’m sorry. we’d be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)

and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when i’m not drawing food. while i don’t tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??

(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)

admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but it’s interesting for me to think about!!

this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! i’m not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if there’s any confusing terms here i’m fine with adding stuff for clarity!

wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.

tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but you’ve gotta pay attention to the context in which it’s being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your children’s hospital.

[laurencin-draws]

dueling rauru for his wife's hand in marriage

[crazymuffin1]

with minimal changes this is what i would've done (fix-it)

venom spoilers

before they dance, they tell mrs chen what they've been up to, and explaining to her about what the codex is. venom explains how their life forces are bonded, as one. she notes how romantic it is. eddie denies that it is romantic, but venom insists, saying its like marriage. he quips back with "well i dont see a ring" "i will take you ring shopping!" "with what money? you lost our last 20" venom insists he'll find the perfect ring, and that it will be priceless. the plot continues on as normal. they dance, they get taken away, and he lies in the cell, without venom. venom doesnt stop the bullet, the other symbiote knocks everyone out, and tells eddie to find his other. he manages to fight off two people trying to get back to his other.

the scene in the wreckage has actual emotional impact. he holds on to venom, and for a moment he can imagine that theyre not there, that each explosion and fire is just new years all over again. theres nothing to fear. theyve got each other and theyre safe. he tells him how much he loves him and asks for forgiveness, for not telling him sooner. venom shushes him and tells eddie im in your head, remember? i know everything about you. i also know what you feel in here and touches a tendril to his chest, to his heart. and thats when they kiss venom still goes through the plan. when he reaches for eddie, his tendrils touch his hand, wrapping around his finger, leaving a ring made out of themselves. it has the symbol of the codex, because their life forces are one. their souls bonded forever. he covers him to protect him, goodbye for now. and dies.

we fast forward as time passes, hes looking at the statue of liberty, he kisses the ring and talks to it, telling venom how much he loves and misses him. the camera angle shifts and the ring is gone and thats when the credits roll

[weekend-whip]

13 Years of Ninjago (and 3 Years of Legacyverse) and Now Here We Are!

[essektheylyss]

“Your delinquent child is outside, and I have assured him that he is very, very grounded.”

Between Yeza and the campers still waiting for their parents to arrive from around the coast to collect them, Veth wasn’t sure any of them saw her move between the dining room and the foyer before she’d thrown the front door open.

Outside, Caleb held Luc by the back of the vest, neither of them looking any worse for wear. Behind them, Jester and Fjord looked a bit sheepish, though not nearly as sheepish as her son, who had almost curled into himself beneath the venomous look she’d given him.

“I thought you were dead! You're never leaving this house again! I couldn't get in contact with anyone and I thought you were fucking dead!” she screeched, before any of them could move, but Luc almost kept pace with her, slipping from his godfather’s grasp and, to her surprise, likely to the others’ surprise as well, threw his arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I should’ve listened to you, I’ll stay grounded for as long as you want—“

Veth spluttered for a moment, though her arms wrapped around him in return. This had not been how he’d returned under Kingsley’s grasp, caught by the ear and cursing up a storm.

It took a long moment to realize that Luc was trembling beneath her grasp. Very faintly, but definitely trembling.

She looked over his shoulder at Caleb, then Fjord and Jester. “There have been… several lessons learned in the past thirty-six hours,” Caleb said, his tone even stonier than his expression.

Fjord nodded slightly in agreement, carrying the weight of agreement. Her grasp on her son tightened, and she kissed his hair. Her sharp tone felt empty and hollow even to her own ears.

“Don’t you ever run away again— Don’t you know what I’d do if you were killed—“

“I know, Mom,” Luc interrupted, and for the first time in weeks— months— a long fucking time— he didn’t sound petulant.

He sounded like her boy.

“I kept him safe,” Caleb said flatly, also without any defensiveness. There was, even for Caleb, a dark flame behind his eyes. It felt like a spark she hadn’t seen in quite a few years.

“He was very particular about it,” Jester agreed, and then, in a poorly-disguised whisper, “Trent.”

Veth’s grip tightened, and she pulled Luc aside, away from the doorway. “Come in, tell me all about it—“ she pulled back and checked him over as Caleb nodded and passed inside. “You’re all in one piece, you’re alright—?”

“Yeah, Mom,” he agreed, with exhaustion. “Uncle Deuce made sure we were all in one piece.”

Jester pouted as she passed. “I also made sure you were okay, alright, but Caduceus is so helpful, you know, and honestly, in the end, it wasn’t even that bad— we saved most of the town, and we had a great party, and—“

She stopped her rambling in the middle of the doorway and clapped both hands to her mouth as Luc ducked under both of them into the house.

“Oh. My. Gods, Veth, you will not believe— Fjord proposed to me—“

With the number of things Jester had just imparted to her, it was honestly a testament to her own intelligence that Veth managed to process them in time to turn to Fjord just as he started up the steps, stopping him in his tracks.

“You what? And I missed it—?!”

"You know, Jester, I think we can let Caleb debrief the Brenatto family alone—"

She had him by the ear before he could move, which was an impressive feat considering he was over half her height, but he was almost as slippery of a bastard as she was.

Within an instant, he'd turned to mist in her grasp and vanished to the other side of the street, Jester complaining behind her all the while. Veth shrieked after him. "You piece of shit!"

In response, he yelled, "That's soon-to-be Admiral Tusktooth-Lavorre to you!"