#pump up the volume edit

[genderflu1dwh0r]

I don't understand people who draw Jason ripped, cause he wasn't.

You couldn't really see his muscles in Heathers, but in Pump Up the Volume, he wasn't ripped.

PUtV was released in 1990, while Heathers was released in 1989, so of course it's not gonna be the same, but here are some pictures of his body.

REBLOG, DO NOT REPOST ⚠️

[ms-demeanor]

Why reblog machine-generated art?

When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.

When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.

When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.

When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.

You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.

And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.

My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.

People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.

I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?

The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.

I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.

However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.

Also because it's just patently untrue.

But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.

It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.

I liked it.

I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.

Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)

Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?

My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.

What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.

And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).

There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.

I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.

Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

(dad!eddie munson and mom!reader as young parents)

more of the penny verse here • eddie edit © @fefemunson!

Summary. . . You admire your new baby girl. warnings: none, just fluff a/n: eddie and reader are about 20 and 21 (i also feel the need to express eddie exhibits Sagittarius traits so i'm thinking he had to have been born in december, kinda close to capricorn cause he looks evil but he's not) and some cuteness before I give you angst with 'Wayne's World'. enjoy! let me know what you think? ◡̈

“So…how you liking it out here?” You asked, propped on your stomach and resting on your forearms.

  Your daughter, only six days old, stared back up at you, small plump lips parted. She still looked so new and a little wrinkly.

  “There’s not a single thought in your adorable little head, is there?” You stroked over her soft hair—she’d come out with a full head of it—mindful of her delicate head and softspot. Penny blinked once, hard, at the gentle caress, but continued to marvel at you, the big brown eyes she’d inherited from her father were so wide that her forehead was squishing up towards her adorable hairline.

  The television was on, more so for background noise as the volume was very low. Eddie was asleep in the bedroom, he’d taken it upon himself to let you get as much rest as possible—always insisting on getting up in the middle of the night to gather Penny when she became fussy. She didn’t do too much, wasn’t all that active yet. If she wasn’t fussing, she was attached to one of your nipples or sleeping. In the four days since you’d brought her home, she hadn’t done a whole lot of sleeping during the convenient times for her new parents. No, she slept during the day and was up all night.  

  Eddie was so good with her, though. Took the screaming like a champ, it was so fascinating to you that she couldn’t produce actual tears yet but it still hurt your heart to hear her cry. He’d just take off his shirt and hold her to his chest, skin to skin seemed to calm Penny down, and you’d pumped enough to have overnight supplies of milk for her when your nipples were too sore to handle Penny’s nursing, though you didn’t mind when he stirred you from sleep to settle Penny against your breast so she could eat.

  That was about the only time Eddie did wake you. Giving birth had drained you, you knew it was gonna be uncomfortable and take a lot out of you but you hadn’t anticipated the lack of energy you’d have in the days following as well, and you hadn’t voiced it but Eddie knew you. Sometimes, you thought he knew you better than you knew yourself.

  It was surprising when you woke before him, feeling well rested instead of drained. You’d quietly gotten out of bed, careful not to wake him, to check on Penny, and for once, she was up at a normal time, too. 

  Eddie looked exhausted, breathing deep as he slept so you decided it was time to start bonding with your baby more. A little mommy-daughter time.

  After changing her diaper and feeding her, you got yourself dressed and ready, put her in a cute little onesie and folded a blanket on the carpet in the living room to lay her down. 

  You hadn’t realized there wasn’t a whole lot to do with a newborn until half an hour had passed with you two staring at each other, really taking each other in. You studied her and while you didn’t think she had a whole lot of brain processing power, you had a feeling she was trying to figure you out, too. As more than just her food source, anyways. Sometimes her stare would go soft, eyelids looking heavy before they were wide open again as if you’d done something to startle her out, it was kind of funny. 

  “You know, you’re pretty cute but you’re kind of boring,” You teased, fingers trailing down her little side until you reached her onesie covered foot and your ovaries cried at how small it was. You pressed your thumb gently just below her teeny tiny toes and like the little alien she was, they curled in on it in a way she probably wouldn’t be able to do in a few months, newborn flexible-ness.

  “All you heard was cute, huh?”

  Seemingly in response, because of course your daughter knew her cues, she was Eddie Munson’s baby after all, she began to suckle on nothing, lips miming the motion. You grabbed her pacifier and held it to her lips, giggling when she mouthed at it until it was settled and she looked content. 

  You beamed down at her, thumb stroking over the pad of her foot before pressing a kiss to it. And since you were kissing her foot you just had to show those chunky (god you wanted to bite them) cheeks some love, pressing your lips noisily and repeatedly against her face.

  Penny let you have your fun, the eye of her cheek you were focused on forced to squint as the chubb of it spread with the pressure of your kisses.

  You’d been expecting her to smell good, a baby survival mechanism to entice people to want to take care of her, but you had no idea how obsessed with it you’d become. You just wanted to bottle the newborn smell up so you could have it forever. Once you were done kissing her face, your nose trailed up her head to sniff at her hair where the scent was the strongest. You inhaled deeply, very much so exaggerated and let out an even more dramatic sigh before you pulled away to look down at her.

  “I’ve never done it, but you’re better than crack,” You swore.

  “Neither have I and I agree.” A raspy voice responded from behind you.

  You rolled onto your side, glancing over your shoulder to see Eddie leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, lips curled into a smile and sleep still lingering in his eyes.

  “You know, it’s really hot when you linger in doorways like that, but it’s also kind of creepy, Eddie.”

  The sleepy look quickly morphed into a mischievous one, “You think I’m hot?”

  “So, that’s what you’re gonna take from that? You already know I think you’re hot. Exhibit A,” You gestured down to his baby you’d popped out less than a week ago. 

  Eddie laughed and joined you on the floor, lips pursed in exaggeration once he was settled. You were all too happy to lean in, pressing your lips firmly against his. It was clear he’d just been expecting a quick peck when he let out a sound of surprise before you felt the curve of his smile which in turn made you smile.

  You felt so doped up on love; you had Eddie, who you thought would be the greatest love of your life, and now you had the baby you two made, proof of your love (an accidental one but still) and also proof that you could be wrong, since she turned out to be the other great love of your life. Despite the late nights, sore nipples and how peeing was somewhat of a chore while your stitches healed, life was bliss.

  “Mmm,” Eddie hummed when you pulled away, eyes still closed and that smile still plastered on his face. Then he groaned, head dropping. “These are going to be the longest six weeks of my life, I just know it.”

  You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you sat up and carefully lifted Penny. She was so doll-like, ugh, you loved her so much. You turned her in your grasp, a hand cradling the back of her head and neck while your other supported her bottom as you pressed her cheek against yours, the both of you facing Eddie.

  “But isn’t this worth it?” 

  There wasn’t any humor behind the reply he rasped out, his features morphing into the tender expression that always made you feel breathless, like you were important to him, “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

[otherone12]

If You Don't Like My Chemical Romance, Wait Outside For Your Girlfriend

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! So… No one asked me to do this, but I remembered an edit that I saw a while ago, and the intro was Gerard saying “if you don’t like My Chemical Romance, wait outside for your girlfriend”. I Had this idea and the urge to write it (because I’m kinda obsessed with Gerard, sue me). Btw, I'm writing a Mikey x Reader Imagine (what was inspired by The Killers "Mr. Brightside" song), so i'll probably post it this week or next... well, hope you enjoy this fic (:

Summary: You have a shitty boyfriend who bother you when you're in a MCR concert. You're in the front row of the show and Gerard notices all that situation. (I imagine this with the 2007 Gerard era, but it doesn't really matter, except for the show's setlist, because it will be songs from Bullets and Revenge).

-Warnings: Abusive relationship. A lot of curse words.

- Word Count: 1.526

- Ps: Idk if it's fluff, confort, angst... i just dont't know lol

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

My 25th birthday was last week, and my mom gave me two tickets to my favorite band’s concert, one for me and another for my boyfriend. He is not a fan of My Chemical Romance, he’s into electronic music and some country stuff (i’ve never understood his taste in music), anyways, he is coming with me. I spent the whole week talking with my friends about how amazing the concert is going to be and how excited I was. 

When the day finally came, I wanted to be one of the first in the row, because even with the premium pass I needed to be sure that I’ll be right in front of the stage. 

I heard my name when I was in my room, dressing up as Helena for the concert. I turned around just to see my boyfriend with a mad look on his face.

- You’re really going to dress like this? - The disgust on his face made me feel a bit insecure about the cosplay.

- What’s wrong about it? - I tried to stay calm, even if I was about to scream at him.

- Nothing. But you never wear dresses, neither on my birthday, and I asked you to! - He walked to my bed and sat, sighed sadly and kept talking - I just don’t understand why this is so special. 

- We’ve been together for five years, and you don’t understand why going to see the band who saved my life is special?  - I spoke calmly, took a deep breath and held my tears. I didn't want to cry on what was supposed to be a happy day.  

- I know that means alot for you, babe, but this shit means more than me? - He increased the volume of his voice.

- I… I’ve never said that! - I let his anger infect me, and now I was screaming like him.

- DID YOU FUCKING HESITED?! - He got up and I really thought that he was going to hit me or something.

- WHY DON’T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE?! I'M TRYING TO GET DRESSED! - At this point, I let my tears pumped out my eyes, accepting the fact that I'll need to redo my makeup.

- FINE! - He slammed the door, leaving me alone in the silent room.

I knew the night wasn’t going to be as good as I planned. 

*** time skip*** 

Arriving at the concert venue, my boyfriend parked the car next to the front door and we got out of the car. I saw just three people. We did it! We were ones of the first to be there.

- Oh my God! I loved your outfit! - The girl in front of us turned to me and said - I was going to dress up like this, but I didn't find the right dress.

- Thank you! I actually made the dress with an old one from my mom’s closet.  

- This is just Impeccable. 

I smiled at her and turned to my boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes. I was so excited that I didn't even care, he wouldn't ruin my day. 

- Are you sure that you want to be here waiting for the show to begin for five hours? - He sounded tired and annoyed, but we were there for just about half an hour. 

- Yeah, I'm sure. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. - I think that if he stays away for a while, he will be nicer or something, but maybe I was a bit rude and he’ll be even more mad - As long as you come for the show when it begins. 

I smiled, trying to make him see that I'm not angry, I was, but he didn't need to know.

- Sure… I'm going to find something to eat. Stay fine, babe.

He gave me a brief kiss and drove away.

*** time skip***

I was finally inside of the building, but my boyfriend didn’t get back for five hours. I was worried because I tried to call him like ten times in the last three hours, but he didn’ answer. I was about to leave, when I saw him coming.

- WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? 

I hugged him in desperation, but he seemed like he just went to the bathroom and got back in two minutes.

- Like I said, I was buying some food.- He gave me a smashed hamburger and I grabbed it with an angry look on my face.

- I was worried! Why didn’t you answer the ten fucking calls?

- My phone was on silent. - The way he seemed to not care made my blood boil. - But I'm here now, right?

- Whatever.

He opened his mouth to say something, but at the same moment, Frank, Mikey, Ray and Gerard stepped on the stage and I couldn't help but scream with the crowd. Without saying anything, “Our Lady of Sorrows” started. I was so close that I could see the color of Gerard's eyes. Was this heaven?

Everything was going really well, but it was a small show, so they kept stopping the show to talk to us. Before playing “Helena” Gerard said:

- Well, the next song is really important for us, and it’s amazing to see that so many people like it too. - He looked down at me and smiled. I forgot how to breathe for a moment. - Your dress is perfect, darling.

I was about to faint.

- T-thanks! - I said, smiling back at him.

My boyfriend gave him a death look, but Gerard just chuckled and started to sing. 

- What the fuck?! - He grabbed my arm and began to talk, loud enough to not be muffled by the music - That was why you dressed like this? to impress him? 

- I dressed like this as a tribute to this song! - I tried to make him let me go, but it didn't work, so he kept holding my arm. - It's not my fault that he noticed!

He huffed and dropped my arm.

- I need a drink.

He walked away to the bar and I stayed watching the show. I was not sure, but I think Gerard saw all that shit happening. By the way, seeing Frank and Ray playing guitar with my own eyes was the most amazing thing ever until now, and Mikey slayed so much with that bass. 

The next song that they played was “The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You”, and I was very enthusiastic about this song. But I haven't any idea of how this was going to end.

I was singing along, and weirdly Gerard walked close to where I was and kneew in front of me. He put his hand on my cheeks, which turned red immediately,  and kept singing “Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. When holding on. Oh, I hope you do the same '' He looked deep into my eyes and continued “Aww, sugar”.

The crowd started to scream again, and my boyfriend turned to see what was happening. The scene made him get out of his mind. I know that a good girlfriend would never let this happen, and I should've backed off, but he has been such a dick since the day started, so I didn't feel blame, shame or anything else. 

- You came here five hours early to be in the front because you knew this was gonna happend! You’re a fucking slut, don’t you? - He never talked to me like that. I got so sad that I couldn't even pay attention to the song.

This sadness became anger so fast, and I pushed him away before he could say any other thing. He tried to grip me in his arms, but I dodged him, bumping into someone next to me, and spilling a drink on my dress. I was about to scream something, but I saw Gerard making a sign to the security guard, who ran to my boyfriend and told him to go away.

- It’s fucking over! - I said to him and went back to see the rest of the show.

At the end, I waited for the people at the back of the crowd to leave, so I could have easy access to leave too.

- Hey! 

I heard and didn’t believe it when I felt a touch on my shoulder. 

- I’m sorry about what happened… I shouldn't have done that - It was Gerard. He was in front of me, just us. - Apropos, I'd really like to learn your name.

We laughed with the reference.

- That’s fine, he was being such an idiot since morning. - I said, giving him a shy smile. I said my name to him and kept talking - By the way, the show was amazing! 

I was chatting with one of my favorite people in the world. I needed to make this not about my, now ex, boyfriend.

- Thanks! Good to know that even with all that shit you could enjoy the show. - He’s so cute, and the way he cares about his fans makes him even more wonderful. - It’s kinda weird but, can I get your number? It’s fine if you don’t want to give, but I find you really pretty and the way you dealt with this whole thing..  

- Sure! 

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~ Well, that's it, lemme know if you like it, and send me your request (;

[jariten]

Roundup-catch up: October 2024!!

Sooooo close to catching up now. October I was just trying to get through it but as always gotta make the time to read.

Z-chan by Shingo Iguchi I first learned about in the book Dream Land Japan by Frederick L Schodt. A lot of the works he highlighted in that book actually remain untranslated or only got one recently (I had actually forgotten he did a spotlight on Murasaki Yamada!) Z-Chan was one of the works that got a spotlight, having initially run in Garo as part of a larger multimedia arts project by Iguchi. The surreal story of Z-Chan and the mouse Richard Sex operates on multiple levels and parallel worlds with with a serialized novella about the little gnome people with colored hats who live in parallel to Z-Chan inserted between or on top of the manga itself. A really beautiful and innovative use of the comic form, with an ending that will stick with me for a long time going forward. The Lotus edition which I read is to my knowledge the "complete" version including the appearance of the bear named Baron.

Otaku Vampire's Love Bite by Julietta Suzuki just strted its english language run. And while it isn't a high school romance but made me remember how I don't really have any fantasy romcoms in my life right now so its a beyond welcome presence. I feel like I'm in good hands with Julietta Suzuki, Kamisama Kiss was very formative for me but I didn't keep up with any of her follow up work. I really like the art style she's adopted now and the humor and clashing personalities is just what I'm hoping for. Cynically though this opening volume is a rather interesting illustration on how participation in otaku culture is increasingly consumer oriented. So in volume 1 I'm like mister male lead not very taken by the titular otaku vampire's fannish behavior as must confide in all honesty, find it to be kinda sucker behavior to do what she does which is filling her home with the low effort plastic merch the animanga industry is pumping out in dizzying amounts but I'm hoping the later volumes will get more into the creative, social, or community building aspect of being a fan that I do find to be a more interesting angle to the culture. But its funny and I'm interested in seeing how her world of vampires will intersect with our world in the upcoming volumes.

Natsuko Taniguchi has been extremely productive these past few years and there's even more stuff from her back catalogue waiting for me. And she got 2 ongoing serials! The one I want to highlight (as I havent read the second yet lol) is Jaa Anta ga Tsukutte Miro yo (Well, Why Don't You Try Making It) is one young man with an outdated chauvinistic mindset getting knocked to the present day when his cute, diligent, master of his beloved high effort japanese style dishes, girlfriend of many years suddenly dumps him. Autopsying the corpse of his shattered relationship quickly reveals that he's nitpicky and thankless behavior did him no favors. Forced with the reality of the situation he realized he must change, bc no Reiwa era woman wants a man stuck in the chauvinist Shouwa era.

What I like is how its not just His story, but Hers as well. His ex girlfriend is herself unpacking the culture of the good and perfect woman that she had completely immersed herself in. Her hair and clothes never strayed off trend, she strictly monitored how she behaved in front of men so they wouldn't be put off by her, never got along with other women especially ones who were bad at performing like she did. But it all changes once a young woman with a flashy style and "alien" like hair color crashes into her world and makes it just a bit bigger. I didn't stress it in the last roundup but social commentary is on the trend alert for manga in the 2020s and I'm really looking forward to see where it will go.

Like I've talked about before about veterans who just really know what they're doing... Tennen Kokekko by Fusako Kuramochi was made when she was 20 years in the industry. By this point she's a very early adopter of digital tools for art and the way she draws is near unrecognizable from her work in the 70's-80's. I wish the bunko covers were less plain because ohhh my god. To see someone play with layouts, techniques, and form while telling a beautiful but complicated coming of age story that isn't just the young protagonists' story but the adults' as well. My mistake is not talking about this series as I was reading it bc now I'm just way too overwhelmed about what I want to say that I can't get anything out aside from gushing but this work truly is by someone who really polished their storytelling abilities and never stopped challenging themselves artistically. Might make a spotlight post because the live action movie being the only thing that made it over to the english language truly does make me feel like we've deprived of something. Ooooooor it will appear in the queue 🙂‍↕️

[svcredveins]

Fast heartbeat file time. It’s a 5 minute one! 🫀

Honestly, I’m not that proud of this one, and it sucks too because previously I recorded a fast heartbeat file and it sounded a bit better than this; there wasn’t much thudding or creaking either, which in this one, is kind of annoying. The other one unfortunately did not record because of a recording failure (somehow my phone was low on storage) so all of that nice recording went to the bin haha.

I had to turn the volume way, way up to the max for this one in my editing program because of how muffled my stemo was with bad quality. My apologies for that.

Next time, I’m going back to my phone. I love hearing my little lady’s valves pump blood through her chambers, but with the stemo, it was just so muffled that it just was thudding to the motion rather than focusing on what’s going on with my little lady. Also another issue with the stemo is it’s about a half a second behind real time. It threw me off as I get her pounding after doing squats; felt like I had two hearts beating in one body, it was kind of odd.

Anyway, my apologies for the run down on that, but on the bright side, I did to another fast heartbeat file.

Any other good recommendations? I don’t want to say that I’ve wasted my money on it, and I’m probably doing it wrong but I don’t know. No matter what I do it seems to still be muffled, actually, worse than before. To clarify, I had it on the custom filter so I feel as though that doesn’t pick up my little lady as well as the actual heart filter does, maybe that was my issue but I don’t know haha. I tried though despite the creaking and thudding being worse in this one. Ah well. I’ll try again at some point and see if I can get it less muffled and more focused on my little lady, but for now for another fast heartbeat file, I’m using my phone; my valves are even better picked up there, but yeah, I tried anyhow :)

[roycevelvet]

Collision of fate

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: idk what this is or where this is going, enjoy the ride. And I'm sorry, as usual, not proof-read, ain't nobody got time for that. Also having editing issues again, don’t know what i’m doing wrong lol

Summary: A fender-bender with a tour bus sparks frustration, but quickly turns it into a sweet connection with smiles and the promise of new beginnings.

The guys were in the middle of their European tour, driving through the countryside of a small European town. As their tour bus rumbled along the roads of a small village, the sun hung low in the sky, painting the countryside with a warm glow. However, amidst the peaceful scenery, danger was just around the corner.

You on the other hand were driving quite aggressively, frustration simmering inside you. It was another day colored by your boyfriend's insensitive actions, leaving you seething with irritation. Desperate to shake off the frustration, you cranked up the volume of the music, the powerful chords of some random 80s rock song on the radio reverberating through your speakers. With each verse, you poured your heart into the lyrics, as an escape from your troubles. But just as you began to find some solace in the music, disaster struck.

As the spinning car finally stopped, the huge tour bus screeched to a halt, the sound of the collision snapped Noah out of his thoughts.

In a blur of shock and anger, you approached the group of men emerging from the bus. Your voice ringing out outrage. "What in the world were you thinking?" you yelled in your native language, your words sharp and pointed. “Did you never learn how to drive?!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there" Matt interjected, stepping forward with his hands in defeat, trying to keep this a civil conversation. "We're really sorry about what happened. It was an accident.”

"Accident? You call this an accident?" you shot back, switching to English, your voice rising with every word. "You nearly killed me!"

“It was an honest miscalculation, I swear," Matt insisted, "Let's just try to sort this out calmly, okay?"

But your anger was relentless, fueled by adrenaline and the shock of the near miss. "Calm? You want me to be calm?" you snorted. “How can I be calm when you almost turned me into a statistic?"

Matt exchanged a helpless glance with the crew, unsure of how to calm things down. Your anger was clear to everyone. Noah watched quietly as you let out your frustration, speaking, yelling actually, passionately in your European accent. Despite being outnumbered and seemingly outmatched, you stood your ground, and Noah couldn’t help but feel impressed. There was something undeniably captivating about the fire in your eyes, the strength in your voice as you held them to account.

“Guys, what do we do?" Someone whispered, Noah couldn’t quite hear who because of the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. 

"We apologize, again" Noah interjected, stepping forward to address you directly. "I'm truly sorry for what happened. It was never our intention to cause harm. We are not familiair with these roads and our bus driver miscalculated the small road.”

Your gaze softened slightly at his words, though the fire in your eyes still burned bright. "An apology won't fix my car though” you snapped back.

"I understand" Noah replied genuinely, "We'll do whatever we can to make it right. Please, let us help."

As apologies were exchanged and tensions started to calm, Noah felt drawn to you. Despite the chaos, he couldn't help but notice the way your brown hair fell in loose waves around your shoulders, catching the sunlight. Your hazel eyes holding a fierce determination. And your sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow in the fading light, adding more to your captivating aura.

You stood there in your adorable sunflower dress, defiant yet somehow ethereal, and Noah couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than mere coincidence. There was something about you that tugged at his heartstrings.

And so, amidst this unfortunate meeting, a conversation blossomed. Noah found himself hanging on your every word, captivated by your beauty and undeniable charisma as you finalized the insurance paperwork. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but feel at ease in Noah's presence, he was the one to calm you down in the first please. His calm demeanor and genuine concern put you at ease, and you couldn't deny finding him kind of … cute?

Noah discreetly glanced at the paperwork in his hand, subtly searching for your name. You caught him in the act and offered him a playful smirk. "What? Can’t find my name?” you teased, your voice tinged with amusement.

He chuckled at being caught. He couldn't help but find your thick accent cute when you spoke in English, adding a charming touch to your already captivating presence.

"Ah, busted" he admitted with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I suppose I'll have to rely on you to fill in the blank."

You flashed a knowing smile and replied, "Y/N. And you are?"

Noah extended his hand with a warm smile. "I'm Noah, and these are ...” He introduced each member of the band and the crew present in turn, all wearing the same apologetic expression.

You waited together for the towing service to arrive and collect your car, the initial tension was nowhere to be found. Everyone present engaged in small talk, trying to lighten the mood and make amends for the accident.

As a gesture of apology, Noah leaned in and said, "We really feel terrible about what happened. Can we at least make it a bit better if we invite you to our concert tomorrow night?"

You couldn't help but smile at the offer, touched by their sincerity. "I'd like that," you replied, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest at the unexpected invitation.

PART TWO

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HINO : Zero , Yuki and Kaname

YUKI: Without Yuki , I wouldn't have been able to start this story. She's a precious girl. When Kaname faced Yuki when she was born, he was so profoundly moved and felt such tenderness towards her that he thought every cell in his body had been rewritten. As for Zero , I think he spent his youth in darkness, filled with nothing but hatred and despair when he hadn't yet met Yuki . Yuki's worries are multi-layered and intense. There are people she wants to cherish. But she is inexperienced and helpless. Yet she is mercilessly forced to make a choice. The feelings she cannot pronounce are abundant. As a result, Kaname had to carry most of the burden, I put you through deep anguish in my opinion. I'm sorry. You joked about it in a Drama CD, but I really have to wonder if you haven't developed baldness with all the stress.

Kaname: You are a cornerstone of the story, but you ended up dealing the main blow of the various drawbacks, starting with my weakness as an author. I'm sorry, Kaname . If only I could go back to that episode… It’s always on my mind. When I think of this person, various thoughts and memories come to mind; I am filled with a feeling of helplessness at not knowing how I should have represented him and it pains me. I feel that...readers who were fans of his probably feel similar feelings.

Zero: Him, whose hair is always affectionately chewed by White Lily , or grabbed by the children he saves when he puts them on his shoulder. The stress he carries is at the highest level in the world of Vampire Knight . I wouldn't be surprised if he developed a bald spot on his head. While he is extremely delicate and vulnerable, he is a strong and reliable person who can be valiant when he has found a resolution. Even in the face of adversity, you tried to remain a kind person and suffered infinitely because of it - you are a person I respect.

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Afterword

I would like to express my gratitude again now by writing an afterword in this way after the series has already ended. It's been two years and several months since the series ended. Since that, the series has received special chapters, a stage adaptation, bunko editions, and I've been given plenty of opportunities to sincerely reflect on Vampire Knight .

I thought about how I realized how much I enjoyed drawing Vampire Knight . I myself am amazed by this devotion. I had a lot of regrets during its serial publication and also after its conclusion..."If only I had done such and such, then... Why didn't I believe in myself, have more perseverance and more wisdom at the time?" I am tortured by these regrets. But my love for the series would not allow me to lose hope.

I ardently poured my heart into the finale, right up until the last panel. And fortunately, I was able to assess that my readers understood this, thank you to many for their warm and thoughtful words. I would like to thank them for following Vampire Knight . Thank you for being there in the happy and sad times.

Maybe because there are more special chapters planned, or because deep inside, Vampire Knight is still far from the end and continues to linger in me, I'm pumped up once again. That's why I would be grateful if you follow me a little longer in the world of this story.

September 2015 Matsuri Hino

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Todays rip: 18/02/2024

Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny

Season 6 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume DQ

Ripped by The Green Spy

Requested by xinos! (Discord)

LORD, where to even begin with this one? I mean, a lot of times when I cover well-known rips on this blog, ones that continue to get references and tributes made within the channel itself, its typically rips from early on in the channel's life. Mii Favorite Things, Ripping Video Game Music​.​.​.​.​.​.​At Night, THE NEW TEAM 10 FORT​!​!​! [Francis Flow: Original Mix] - all of these play part in or started a sort of ecosystem of paying forward respect to rips from the channels past, with these examples being from Season 1, 2 and 3 respectively. Yet seemingly through its sheer quality and variety alone, Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny has become a modern classic on the channel despite being barely a year old, referenced in several rips since and with two direct tributes made during Season 7. How the hell did this happen??

I was thinking of this rip a fair bit whilst I was writing the post on Corridors of Vine, wherein I tossed around some thoughts on just how memes grow and evolve overtime. A lot of memes have a very linear and predictable lifespan correlating to just how overexposed internet users get to them, how long it takes before the joke stops being funny from derivative edits and low-effort uses. Yet we're currently in an internet age where far more platforms with unique features and cultures are all in mainstream circulation at the same time, each one finding new bizarre ways to pump extended life into memes as they would've otherwise fallen out of style. TikTok Duets and stitches, the captioned GIFs on iFunny as saved and spread like wildfire through Discord's GIF keyboard, Twitter's quote retweeting, Redditors' thirst for upvotes making them an easy target for all of the above platforms, and of course YouTube channels like SiIvaGunner itself constantly finding new and surprising ways to edit memes in hope of ending up in users' recommended feeds. And when one of these platforms finds a new way to twist a meme, the rest are soon to follow in its footsteps.

What I'm saying is - tracing the growth of memes made in recent times is an immensely interesting experience for just how many hoops they seem to jump through. A meme like "Super Idol" was one I'd never heard of until it started appearing on SiIvaGunner, because the joke itself is so baked into the culture of TikTok: A clip of a pop song cover with an eye-catching beginning and photogenic singer, with an addictive melodic hook and a silly "twist" of an ending. This one little section of the current internet grew its own meme, raised it through the unique features and community of TikTok itself, and soon enough it was everywhere for just a short while. There's a similarly interesting story to follow with Mr Incredible Becoming Uncanny: an innocuous showcase of AI technology on Twitter grew to be adopted into the most rote-basic "thing good/thing bad" meme template possible, before finding new life on TikTok with a seemingly endless pool of new degrees of Canniness added to the original Twitter joke. By now, its as if we're in the 9th layer of irony with these edits (SiIva itself has a YouTube Short that showcases just how deep in the sauce we are) and I genuinely cannot get enough of it.

Those are just two examples of how bizarrely memes seem to be growing and evolving these days, yet even without that explanation of it all I think it's something a lot of us have sort of become...subconsciously aware of. In my eyes, it's that knowledge, the experience of having seen these memes come and go in popularity in so many different ways, that makes Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny such a delight to experience. The two Frankenstein-ian memes I used as examples here, juxtaposed with the enduring icon of meme culture in Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up, effectively assault your senses in a YTPMV made out of pure gold. That is, of course, to be expected from The Green Spy - a ripper who seems content in remaining anonymous yet has been putting out some of the densest YTPMVs I've ever seen on the channel as of late, such as (YTPMV) Bob​-​Omb Battlesources.

The quality of the original Mad Mew Mew certainly help the rip stick with you, yet its really the sheer pace and silliness of the visuals that make the rip unforgettable. Uncanny Mr Incredible practically bursting into the rip out of nowhere five seconds in, the edit of Tian Yiming himself being made uncanny at the end of his section, we in the audience being called out for our canniness, the tenth layer of irony being applied with an Uncanny meme being applied to the very jokes used by the SiIvaGunner team themselves, and even a brief segment paying tribute to VTuber Ina'nis Ninomae...whose birthday this rip was apparently part of as a larger event?

It's a whole bunch of sources, a concoction of shitposting from times of old and new, intent both ironic and genuine - an experience that's as memorable and catchy as it is deeply hilarious to watch. It may be due to my lack of knowledge with VTubers in general, but I hardly remembered this rip as being part of Ina'nis Ninomae's birthday, it alone stood so tall as to eclipse the event itself in legacy. Visuals, jokes, energy, quality, and catchiness - Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny was the perfect storm to leave an unmistakable impression on the channel. The 100K viewcount appears relatively modest when compared to other hits on the channel, and yet, it feels as if every SiIvaGunner fan of today *has* to have heard of this rip; or if nothing else, heard it referenced someplace else. The Green Spy demonstrates time and time again the power that high quality YTPMV holds, and struck absolute gold with Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny, a mess of noise that...still somehow manages to spark so many thoughts out of me.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

idfc

pairing(s): best friend!jeremiah fisher x best friend!fem!oc

warnings: pet names

summary: finally coming back to cousins, molly and jeremiah become closer than ever.

authors note: hi guys!! this is from my jeremiah fisher fic on wattpad. go check it out! you can read it here :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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DRIVING TO COUSINS WAS ALWAYS RELAXING. 

it was so calming and the scenery was gorgeous.

steven was driving while molly sat in the passengers seat, belly behind her and laurel behind steven. can't do better by kim petras was booming through the speaker while belly sang her heart out with charismatic gestures to follow.

molly laughed quietly at her sisters loud singing. laurel couldn't help but laugh too when she started acting as if she was beating on a drum kit beside her. even steven's lips upturned slightly as she shouted "you can't do better," at the top of her lungs in key with the song.

"uh, can you guys turn it down a little?" laurel asked sweetly. "please."

steven agreed with a chuckle. "yes, please." he reached over and turned the dial slightly to lower the volume.

"thank you," she said. "i want you to be better about helping out this summer. like, don't just leave your dishes in the sink. load them into the dishwasher. and not just your own dish either, steven. i want you to be good houseguests."

"mom," he started. "susannah has people who clean, doesn't she?" he asked.

laurel reached forward and swatted him on the side of the head. "steven."

"ow!" he exclaimed, ducking away from her hand. molly and belly stiffled their laughs. "all right. all right. sorry."

laurel had always been weird about money. the fact that susannah had a lot and they didn't.

"just be considerate and act like i raised you right," she pleaded. "steven, that means don't stay out too late."

he immediately tipped his head back and rolled his eyes. "mom, i'm too old for a curfew!"

"wait, what about me? i don't have a curfew either, right?" belly asked hopefully.

steven laughed. "what do you need a curfew for?" he teased. "you don't go anywhere."

"don't be a jackass, steven," laurel chimed in.

"what?" he laughed again.

laurel sighed. "belly, we'll talk about it when something comes up."

"and what about molly?" steven asked. "she can come to parties with me and jere now, right mom?"

she looked out the window and thought for a minute. "as long as you're not out too late, and you guys all stick together."

he held his hand up to his younger sister who immediately smiled and high fived him.

belly simply rolled her eyes. "oh, and don't forget, you promised you'd take me driving," she said to her brother.

laurel turned to look at her. "belly, i told you i'd take you," she said.

"yeah, but you're too judgy," she said awkwardly.

"excuse me?" asked as the other two laughed.

belly his her head in her hand and smiled. "yes, i'm sorry."

while the laughter died down, steven pulled into a gas station and parked the car next to a pump. the girls all got out and headed inside, molly and belly immediately heading for the candy and chip aisle.

belly quickly opened up a bag of cheetos before stuffing a few into her mouth. feeling some eyes on them, they both turned to the right, seeing the cashier staring. "hey," he said nonchalantly.

molly made a disgusted face and grabbed her younger sisters hand then pulled her away and further into the aisle. belly held her bag of chips close to her while molly grabbed a bag of sour patch kids and a pack of air head extremes for their brother.

they headed over to the fridges that contained the drinks and each grabbed a cherry coke, molly grabbing another for steven. then unfortunately, they made their way to the counter with the creepy cashier.

"are you two new this summer?" he asked them, looking both up and down not so secretively.

belly looked around to assure he was speaking to them and chuckled. "uh, us? no."

"really?" he hummed. "thought i knew every pretty girl in cousins." and while the youngest conklin smiled and looked down as a pink blush painted her cheeks, molly simple rolled her eyes and looked around for laurel. "comin' to the bonfire tonight? first of the season."

"uh, maybe," belly nodded. her sister looked to her and raised an eyebrow.

he smiled. "come. i'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"maybe i will," she smiled.

thankfully to molly's luck, laurel had appeared by her side. "after we get settled, do you girls want to go to whale of a tale with me so i can pre-sign stock before the signing tomorrow night?"

"uh.." belly's face began to turn red in embarrassment.

laurel smiled as she reminisced. "remember how you girls used to sit on my lap when i did signings there?" she asked, twirling with molly's long curly locs. "you two insisted on drawing little whales on every book i signed."

the youngest shook her head. "no, i—i don't remember that," she chuckled.

the cashier held out the card to belly, which was swiped away by her mother. "i'll take that. thank you," she grabbed the card before turning back to the girls. "i'll make you a deal. i'll let you guys pick out tonights dessert if you come with me and keep me company," she said as she headed towards the door.

"i'll see you later," the man said as belly walked towards the door laurel was holding open.

"what's later?" she asked her youngest.

belly stepped out in embarrassment and headed towards the car. "nothing."

once they were all seated in the car, molly handed steven his snacks and he slipped a few sour strings into his mouth before turning the key and starting the drive to the house.

and seeing that 'entering cousins beach' sign held a feeling like no other. they truly felt at home there. and it was so, so great to be back.

but pulling into the driveway made the two girls anxious. they looked a lot different then they did the last time they were here. and a lot had changed too.

steven turned the car off and grabbed the keys, honking twice with a smile for what was to come. and almost immediately, the door was opening with a very excited jeremiah fisher. "what's up?" he asked happily as he ran out to hug laurel, who was the first out of the car.

"hi. oh my god," she smiled as she approached him with arms open.

he jogged up with his signature smile. "hello." he bent down and wrapped his arms around her, lightly swaying her from side to side. "long time no see."

"good to see you," she replied as she let go and went to hug his mom. susannah, like her som, jogged over to her best friend and embraced her.

steven and jeremiah were hugging it out behind them while belly got out quickly and stood up, waiting for him to notice her. and when he did, he was all smiles again. "look who came back all grown up," he said, walking towards her. she wrapped her arms around his neck while his went around her middle as he swayed them back and forth.

molly could feel her heart pounding in her chest. she missed her best friends more than anything, and now she was finally here with them. she got out the car just as the two let go, them uttering something to each other then laughing.

he turned around and she could immediately see the familiar glint in his eye return. he didn't even need to say anything. he was smiling harder than ever as he charged toward her and lifted her with ease. she squealed when he picked her up and laughed as he spun the two around in circles. "god, i missed you so much," he mumbled against her hair. "hows my girl been?"

"i missed you too jere," she laughed at his typical flirting and ignored the other question. "now put me down." he placed her on the ground, arms still wrapped around her, holding her close.

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idfc — jeremiah fisher by peachytangerineee

[gym-sesh-with-momo]

My personal favorites exercises (Chest Edition)

Hi everyone! So glad you're joining for another step in our journeys in fitness. Now, today is going to be a bit more of a different topic as instead of providing a more analytical piece, I'll be going over my favorite exercises to hit on chest day. Before I begin, let me clairify it one more time. I am not saying that you must use these exercises on your chest day, these are just my personal favorites.

#1: Incline Dumbbell Press

Now, this exercise is probably one of my favorite workouts in general because it targets the upper chest with ridiculous intensity and a burn that no other exercise can even come close to. Words cannot describe how much I love this exercise, the pump and the burn it gives are amazing and not to mention, it's amazing at building aesthetics as you want to get that nice popping chest.

#2: Dips

Dips are special as they're a compound exercise, what that means is that they target multiple muscle groups instead of just one. They target the chest along with your triceps and shoulders. That's one of the main reasons why I love this exercise so much. They're one of the best volume exercises you can do if you want to build an insane chest with gigantic triceps and shoulders.

Now, last but most definitely not least.

#3: Bench Press

This exercise needs no introduction, we all know what a bench press is but I'm giving one anyways. Bench Press is a exercise that absolutely brutalizes your chest in the best way possible, there's nothing like finishing up your set and just feeling like your muscles just got shredded to pieces. There is something better though, the feeling of setting a new PR, struggling to get the bar up as you feel every fiber of your muscles going into overdrive is truly a feeling like no other. That's why it's one of my favorites, the absolute destruction you feel in your chest and the king-like feeling of setting a PR are some of the most rewarding feelings in the world.

Thank you very much again for listening to me rambling about the gym and I wish you all great luck on your fitness journeys.

-Mo

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I forgot to post something for WIP Wednesday. Oops. Uh, have this spoilery snippet of Solar Flare's epilogue, that needs much editing. There's another scene that needs finishing but we're well on our way.

Wrapped in tarpaulins containing tubes full of pumping coolant, Megatron waited as his processor gradually returned to normal functioning. The coolant, forced through interwoven tubing, drew away the worst of the thermal energy he had absorbed, dissipating it through small powered fans embedded in the tarpaulin. The fans roared, picking up the slack where his own onboard cooling system couldn’t keep up, as they sent the heat into the transport’s overhead vents back outside.

The only thing that would bring him back down to a safe baseline faster than this elaborate, emergency setup would have been a swim in an icy lake, a natural feature Nyon notably lacked on this side of the caldera wall.

The comparatively cold air of the temperature-controlled shuttle breezed through his own vents, bringing soft tingles of relief as the air brushed by his metal.

The smaller burst capillaries in his extremities were closed up by his self-repair nanites but more major silicon jointing would need to be replaced. He was lucky nothing vital melted to the point of failure.

The soldiers, however, hadn’t bothered to clean away the coagulating fuel and oil on his frame, let alone his hand. Obvious evidence of what he had done to Zeta coated his plating. It would be hell to remove it later on his own—not that Rodimus would necessarily let him do that himself.

His joints were still stiff, aching from where linkages had expanded but they were beginning to contract. Many would now be deformed but they were not immediate threats to his health and wellbeing.

Yes, he would need further, more advanced care for a complete repair but at least now he would live long enough to get more thorough medical assistance than what could be provided by dubiously competent soldiers administering first aid post-battle.

At his side in the shuttle sat Rodimus, daring to complain about being cold while the constant pinging of Megatron’s overheated armor was muffled into soft pops under the bulky coverings. Rodimus’s voice, despite his struggle with volume control, was hardly audible over the roar of the fans and the shuttle’s engines.

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LIZ IM GRABBING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS AND SHAKING YOU I NEED YOU TO WRITE A CONTINUATION OF THE VRISKA N FEM!ERIDAN FIC EXCEPT ITS THE AFTERMATH AND FEM!SOLLUX PETTY AND JEALOUS ABOUT ERIDAN SPARRING WITH HER EX-KISMESIS. I NEED IT NOW!!!!!!! they must suffer. or maybe kiss and make up. i am entrusting you to do the concept justice.

Sorry this took so long! You get jealous Sol, but only a little bit since that's mostly Eridan's domain 😭

Sollux closes the thermal hull with a force that shakes the rest of the mealblock. 

"Could you keep it down?" You ask politely, burying your face deeper into your first edition volume of Interplanetary Alternain Battle Tactics. It’s a typical near-dawn date, which means that you get this coveted domesticality that you’ve been craving since before you learned how to crave. Not from Sollux, mind you, but it’s fine. You take what you can get, even if it is a bit unconventional.

You return your attention to your book. If she wants to make a mess of her hive, that’s her prerogative. You’ve long since learned to accept what quirks you can’t change and antagonize her about the ones you can change. Sleep hygiene, for example, is a work in progress. 

You’re wrapped up in a particularly interesting segment about a zigzagging trench used to win the battle of 673MI when she speaks again.

"Were you going to tell me that you visited your ex kismesis?" She slams a nutrition plateau down on the counter with unnecessary force.

Ooh. This could be good.

"Why? Are you jealous?" You needle, making a point to hide your smirk behind your book. 

"Why would I be jealous? I get more than enough of you," she bites back, beginning to shovel yesterday’s leftovers into her squawk gash. If you were looking, you’d probably see her talking with her seed flap open again. Thankfully, you’re not looking. Pointedly not looking. You have no idea why she’s had so many suitors. It’s frankly disgusting, proof that natural selection isn’t working correctly. More than anything, it makes your blood boil the way a good kismesissitude should. 

Bad manners aside, this is an occasion to savor. it’s not often you start out with the upper hand, granted to you without any measure of foul play. "Well then why are you mad?" you ask coyly, turning the page to give the impression that you’re still focused on the book.

You’re somehow still surprised when she tears it away from you with her psionics, even though she’s been tearing shit out of your hands since before you were even together. Her fork is down on the counter and, as far as you can tell, she’s looking straight at you with those freaky eyes of hers. You look back. You firmly, vehemently ignore the curling warmth in your gut. 

It is jealousy that she’s feeling. She cares enough to be jealous of your last kismesis. Your thump tortoise is fluttering – what a wonderful sweep to be a bleeding-pump romantic. 

"You sparred with your ex kismesis," Sol says, gritting her teeth. She’s so cute you could explode. 

"Sad that we haven’t been sparrin’?" You ask, doing nothing to disguise your smugness anymore. "Worried that you’re just not stimulatin’ me anymore? Thinkin’ I’d seek other outlets?"

"No. I know VK never hated you," Sol says, smiling when she realizes she’s struck a nerve. Still, you know she’s lying. 

"So why are you still jealous?"

"I’m not jealous," she insists. "It’s just pretty damn crude if you ask me. I mean, really? You couldn’t even win? You had a gun. She had a handful of dice. You’re an embarrassment to me."

Well played. You’re actually a little bit humiliated now, despite knowing, logically, that she’s still jealous. You’re so frustrated by the accusation that you let her change the subject, just like that. "You know she’s lucky."

"You still did a piss-poor job. I mean, really? Where’s your aim?" Sollux begins to eat again, which shows that she’s comfortable enough to go back to her routine, which means that the smug asshole is winning. Fuck that.

"Bet you’d know about piss poor," you snip before you can stop yourself. Annoyance is loosening your tongue and she knows it. You hate her.

"Why? Because I’m a mustardblood? Very original of you." Sollux is completely unphased. 

Time to try a different tactic. "Fine. You caught me. I thought you’d be happy that I didn’t want to cause grievous bodily harm to someone who wasn’t my kismesis, but I guess not. Contrarian asshat."

"You don’t enter a spar without intending to cause grievous bodily harm."

She’s not even looking at you anymore, choosing instead to devote her attention to her palmhusk. She’s typing, which means she’s texting, which means she’s texting someone who isn’t you – since you don’t have fancy psionics, you have to do this the old fashioned way. You stand, crossing the block in just a few strides – these communal hive stem cells are really lacking in space – to snatch her palmhusk away. The fact that you’re able to only goes to show that she let you snatch her husk away, which only serves to incense you more. 

It’s clear what she wanted you to see. Teal text. Her informant, rubbing in how good her kismesis is compared to Sol’s pathetic seadwelling pet. 

The universe conspires once again to push you back onto your ass. Sollux lets you read, smiling like a little shit.

"You’re not defendin’ my honor?" You snap, feeling like you should at least do . . . something in this situation to claim back your dignity. "You’re just lettin’ Terezi, second in line to the hyperbole throne, embellish the lies of the hyperbole queen?"

Sollux shrugs. "If you had any honor to defend, maybe I would."

You glare at her.

"So. Again. Just to be clear on the situation. You’re trustin’ Vriska, filtered through Terezi, to tell you that I lost at a spar?"

Sollux snorts, monosyllabic and derisive. "Hate to break it to you, but you confirmed it. The details honestly don’t matter to me."

It’s too late to bring up her jealousy again. She’s already gained control of the exchange by having enough dirt on you to dispute whatever allegations you throw her way. She’s proven that, by her measure, you are beneath her. Again. Well fuckin’ played.

"Where did you put my book?" You snap, feeling thoroughly done with this conversation. Sollux only smiles.

"Fetch," she quotes her forebearer, gesturing through the stupidly small block that anyone in their right pan could find anything in. It couldn’t have gone far, she’s saying. You’ve never hated her more in your entire miserable life.