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What comic is the bottom left image of springtrap from? (On the post where you say why you draw him blocky)
Itâs from this comic!! A very normal father son reunion
Og post here
#ask reply#I still love this comic#THE backgrounds how both Springtrap and Michael looks??? perfect peak love#I gotta do more jokes around fnaf 3#mostly because I love the setting of Fazbear frights itself!#a fnaf horror attraction in universe is just so cool#phone dude is cool#I love how Michael was probably at Fazbear frights for awhile too#seeing phone dude says âwelcome backâ#and the survival logbook just heavily implies Michael was writing in it during that game#with all the foxy drawings repping Michael and all#ITS JUST overall a cool location with many interesting details#maybe I should draw Hudson and Michael being coworkers sometime#all three phone dude Hudson and Michael being buddies pff#no promises but imagine đ©”đ©” maybe đ©”#shout out to fnaf 3 enjoyers đ
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âš pokĂ©mon AU! đŽâš clora is mainly fairy & psychic (bc shes sweet but also smart) whereas seb trends towards fire/dark (even tho i only ended up giving him 1 dark pokemon...shhh) i originally gave him a houndour, bc dark + guard dog was such a perfect combo for him, but arcanine ALSO suits him and is way cuter so i had to go with that đ„č and i had to fit in a raven and a snake pokemon somewhere bc...cmonđ„° BAHAHA
TYSM to the anon who inspired this!! it was so much fun
#also both of them have matching swellows that they dont use in their team...its my pokemon AU equivalent of their matching swallow patronus#& i didnt end up drawing this but when theyre older they also discover Unown in some ancient ruin/catacomb#and so it just kinda ends up following them/they keep it after they discover it#also anon... u said u had notes on ur phone for why sylveon is perfect for clora PLS SEND THOSE...or reply to this...im curious#god im so jealous of clora in that last pic of her being coddled by arcanine and charizard tho (and i guess by seb toođ)#oh to be snuggled by a bunch of pokemon...that should be MEEE!!!! im a cat person irl but god i love arcanine SO MUCH#i always have one in my team when i play and i always name him cheetođ§Ą#also i only gave seb a gengar bc i like him matching with clora and her having a clefairy BAHAHA..had to get my love of opposites in#gengar does suit him tho i mean just look at that face and that damn smile#same with togepi and corviknight...love the idea of the bird protecting the egg hehe. and ice type alolan vulpix with fire type arcanine#i also almost gave seb a ceruledge or amouredge bc they look like knights bahaha#i also originally gave clora an alcremie instead of lunatone bc i love alcremie...but the shiny lunatone is too perfect for her#a pale crescent moon with blue eyes like HELLO and its psychic..i had to...ravenclaw as hell#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc#hogwarts legacy sebastian#clora clemons#choccyart
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MAD AT HIM .á â ALHAITHAM
when you're angry at him : summary: you're mad at him. he wants to die. that's it. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, several mentions of "i want to die" but playfully [i am not sure if that should be warned, but now you know] word count: 1.2k proofread: yup.
âHey, Alhaitham,â the blond calls for him. Kaveh squints his carmine eyes, looking at his usually collected friend spilled on the table, head buried in his arms. He forms a question âthough it lingers more in him being weirded out rather than worried, âAre you sick?â
He hums. He feels sick.Â
âYeah,â the gray-haired agrees. With a tilt of his head, Cyno calmly remarks, âYou look like shit.âÂ
He grumbles. He feels like shit.
Elongated black ears perk up and twitch the slightest, interest peaking at his clearly disheveled state as Tighnari agrees, âYeah, you look like you are about to die.âÂ
He doesnât make a sound. He feels like he is about to die.
Eyeing him sideways while placing down a card, the dark-haired ventures to ask, âDid you mess with that weird rat you showed me last time?â
He lets out an offended pff. Like hell he was stupid enough to touch that fucked up rat âone that you, in the kindness of your heart, took in to heal and take care of; and one he couldnât wait to chug back into the wild. Seriously, that thing was weird.Â
âOf course not,â Tighnari reads through his muffled sound, guessing again, âYou caught a cold?â
âThat would be a first,â Cyno remarks as he makes his move, chuckling with satisfaction when the blond complains before taking four more cards from the deck.Â
âGah, I was so close to winning,â Kaveh grumbles as he organizes his cards, settling them down. Without resistance, he takes the deck from the miserable manâs hand and plays his turn for him. After double blocking the other two, he smiles smugly and returns to his own deck. Only then does he add to their conversation, joking lightly, âIt isnât like the world is ending, or like your girl is breaking up with you, so what makes you like this?âÂ
Alhaitham makes a sound between laughter and crying. The first thing is happening currently. And if the second ever became a reality, he would have been on raw knees begging for a second chance or he would be digging a hole to bury himself alive in. Maybe both, in that order.Â
The other three continue their game âtaking turns to play his partâ, trying to nudge a response out of him with questions and little jokes. After several attempts and only receiving incoherent and downcast grumbles as a reply, they gave up on trying to make him speak it out. Minutes smoothly pass, the round ending with Kaveh holding half of the deck. Their conversation starts drifting from their days to their current projects, still trying to rope in Alhaitham with questions he only shook his head to. In the end, itâs Tighnari that carries the dialogue, sharing about a research that he is carrying out about a newly discovered sub-species of a fungi.Â
And it isnât that heâs arrogant or an attention-seeker, Alhaitham simply canât place the turmoil inside of him with words. How is he even supposed to explain the pit in his stomach right now?Â
His entire existence [you] crumbles into dust, disintegrating like fragile debris slipping through weakened fingers [ignoring him] as if the universe itself is conspiring to forsake him. All because of one unforgivable misstep âa moment of tragic weakness when exhaustion claimed him [he dozed off in the library when he was supposed to meet up with you] and made him fail you. Now, the very foundation of his world is unraveling, rotting from the core, decaying into nothingness beneath the weight of his regret.Â
He decays. He rots. He hopes he dies.Â
Only when Tighnari comments to him that he should bring you along to hear to his presentation, Alhaitham lifts his head, hands dragging across his face as he mumbles out with a hoarse voice, âShe is upset at me. I think I should go die now.âÂ
âOh, what did you do?â Kaveh asks, sincerely worried now. Though his hands keep mixing the deck of cards, preparing to deal them for another round.Â
âI didnât sleep at all last night and passed out when I was supposed to see her,â he replies, sounding so miserable even he cringes at his own roughened voice. But he continues, knot on his throat as he grimaces, âAnd now she wonât even reply to my messages.âÂ
âOh shit,â Cyno comments, very helpfully.Â
âHave you tried looking for her?â Tighnari offers, very helpfully. His brows are furrowed, but he doesnât exactly look panicked, âI am sure she will understand if you apologize sincerely.â
âI left her waiting for so long,â Alhaitham sighs, heavy and annoyed with himself, flopping his head back down to the table and lamenting, âAnd I never showed up. I want to die.â
âIf you do, can I perhaps keep your body for study purposesââ
âCyno!â
âWhat? I can't stop him, look at him, Nari.âÂ
The ever composed student with a straight posture and grades, slumped and sulking as if he prayed the ground would split and swallow him straight to hell. Time doesnât allow him too much of his self-hating session, though, as the break reaches its end and the shattering sound of bells ringing throughout the cafeteria announces it.Â
Kaveh sighs as he gathers the cards he just dealt back into their deck âan elegant way to refer to the barely-holding together package it originally came with. It now held on masking tape and their suffering. He stuffs the item inside his briefcase, locking it with a click before he stands up. With a low sigh, he offers his miserable friend a pat in the shoulder, âItâll be okay, you guys will talk it out. Gotta go now, my professor will skin me alive if I arrive late again. See ya!â
Alhaitham manages to murmur a goodbye right as the blond waves and runs away. Always rushing, always late. Tighnari found this amusing again, chuckling at that as he collects their trash from the table to throw away on his way out. With a pat on the shoulder and a gentle smile, he tries to reassure him with, âItâs not unfixable. Think it out and apologize.âÂ
He thanks him for his sincere words, though his chest stirs with an unhappy feeling. It isnât fear, he isnât afraid. Your relationship had been going strong since the first moment, steadily growing closer with everyday you spent together. He trusts you, trusts the bond you share. He can say he loves you now. Which is precisely why it breaks his heard so much to fail you like this.Â
Cyno watches him returning to his sulking form, sighing heavily while brushing his hand through faded locks. Heâs torn, not knowing exactly how to comfort or advise him, so he does what he can. With a nudge to his arm, he asks, âWant me to walk you to your next lesson?â
Alhaitham remains silent for a second, before grumbling, âThe love of my life is mad at me. Iâll die now, thank you.âÂ
#alhaitham x female reader#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x y/n#alhaitham x you#imagine if you aren't replying because you are working in a lab with no phone#the poor man#đ±ïčacademia days
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MEAT!
Commission me! My carrd > xixiriima.carrd.co ! (Pls commission me my phone broke lmao ;;;)
clear ver!
#commission me plz#need me new phone hehe#anyway meatku!#miku#hatsune miku#Miku hatsune#Hatsune#Miku#VOCALOID#fanart#well meat#meat miku#art#my art#ebi noodle doodles#xixiriima#miku fanart#chubby miku replies#chubby miku#miku related tag#miku related post#vocaloid related post#vocaloid related tag
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he's trying to guess your phone's password
#mina sent me this on ig... immediately replied with *hits phone aggressively*#seventeen#jeonghan#yoon jeonghan#hourlyhannie#ultkpop#svtcreations#17net#forsvt#svtsource#tuseral#cheytermelon#useroro#heymax#melontrack#anniehae#userzaynab#usermery#nayablr#n.gifs
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If Wayzz could sense Hawkmoth in canon then why hasnât he sensed Viceroy?
Wayzz remembered the old timeline and didn't know that Nooroo escaped - he assumed what he was sensing was Hawkmoth using the miraculous again. And then got really confused when no akumas showed up lol
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been doodling in class so i dont fall asleep in the middle of lectures. here's some of the isat ones so far. love using cheap felt tip pens
#doodlebyte#isat#isat siffrin#isat loop#isat mirabelle#isat fanart#in stars and time fanart#in stars and time#sifloop#thereesssss like 3 i havent posted one is artistic nudity with scuffed anatomy. might post in reply if prompted#then theres a different draft of one of these aaaand then a loop with scuffed anatomy that gives them a real small torso#ill probably end up drawing more since im ending up doing like 3-5 of these per lecture because FUCK DUUUUDE i am otherwise actively like#falling asleep in my chair. as are at least 2 of my classmates confirmed lmao. but im the only one with a strategy for not passing out lol#these look like ass bc they are cleaned up phone camera takes im not scanning these the paper is too thin and shitty#also do notttt ask about those dress designs i like actively fucked up on that drawing like. 9 times. i dont know costume design
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23 or 24 for rosquez đđ
24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
I wrote a kind of soft one for the thigh-grabbing prompt and this is uh not like that. keeping the universe in balance! sorry in advance i guess. Kind of a companion piece, actually, to this earlier rosquez prompt snippet.
Valentino shakes awake from a dream in which someone is dead. The point at which there is a jolt into wakefulness is unclear.Â
Daylight is too bright across the bed, and he can smell his own sweat. He reaches for Marc, but he isnât used to Marc being here and goes for the wrong side of the bed. Valentinoâs hand knocks over a glass of water, and a carton of pills on the side table. They skid onto the tile.
Marc isnât in bed, exactly. Heâs sitting on it, legs crossed, staring down at Valentino from the other side. One hand is braced on the mattress, taking a lot of his weight. He likes to put his weight on his bad arm, over and over. Valentino has seen him do it even when he thinks he is alone.
His good arm is holding a little espresso cup from the ranch kitchen. He is noticing Valentinoâs mad scramble, but a little too slowly. His face is blank and far away.
Sometimes Marc goes very distant. It would be better if it were personal, but Valentino thinks it isnât. He thinks the only person Marc can bear to stay present with, always, is his brother. For Valentino, this is much worse than if he simply couldnât do it with anyone at all. It feels like penance.
âVale?â Marc asks, that awful blankness creasing into a frown. The sharp nausea of the dream recedes, though someone is still dead.
Valentino rolls onto his elbows and stomach and rests his forehead on the mattress. He breathes, awful and shaky, but itâs better to get the bad breaths out until heâs running clean again.
âVale?â Marc says again. His voice is less flat; heâs almost present, now. The smell of the espresso is overpowering.
âMarc,â Valentino says. His voice sounds like shit. His arms and thighs are a little tired, from fucking. âDid you figure out the espresso machine?â
âNo,â Marc says slowly. The bed shifts. âNo one will touch it. Bezzecchi made me a Turkish coffee.â
Heâs lying. Marco doesnât know how to make Turkish coffee, and if he did he wouldnât be making one for Marc. It will have been Pecco. Vale is a little surprised. This means Pecco both arrived on time for morning practice and made Marc a coffee.
No one can actually work the espresso machine except for Vale, and previously, Uccio. There is no point mentioning this because Valentino does not say Uccioâs name to Marc.
The shaking is stopping. But like payback, the dropping feeling in his chest is getting worse. Valentino blinks his eyes open: bedding below him. It smells like semen. To his right is Marc, shifting, coming closer from wherever his mind was. There is a dripping sound: the glass Valentino knocked over on the nightstand. It is just water, but now itâs mostly on the floor.
He remembers reaching for Marc, because someone was dead. He had not been reaching for comfort. He had needed Marc or needed to be ill. This has not really changed.
âIs the coffee good?â
âYeah,â Marc says. âTell Bezzecchi nice job.â
That would be funny.
âAre you done, then?â Valentino asks.
âSure,â says Marc.
Valentino grabs the back of his t-shirt and yanks backwards. Heâs not delicate about it, and Marc instinctively snatches up the bad arm. He falls backwards onto the bed. He also lied about being done with the Turkish coffee; it splatters across Valentinoâs chest and the shirt he fell asleep in sometime around six in the morning. Itâs cold; Marc hadnât even been drinking it. The smell is sweet and strong. The espresso cup hits the mattress and then thumps on the floor, trailing cold coffee grounds. You can read those like a palm or tea leaves, Vale has heard.
Valentino rolls onto Marcâs back. Under him, Marc tries to go up on his elbowsâ tries to lean on the bad one, lean on the bad one. Valentino grunts and doesnât let him. Itâs worth the effort: Marc groans, and says âYeah, pleaseâ.âÂ
Vale fists a hand in his hair. Coffee grounds are between Valeâs fingers. His heart is going too fast.
They canât have fucked that long ago, because they fucked at dawn right before Valentino fell asleep. Marc slept, off and on, cat-napping through Valentinoâs long night, occasionally blinking like some nocturnal animal, once crying because Valentino made him come and then put Marcâs dick in his mouth and made him come again.Â
Vale doesnât know if itâs been an hour or if itâs been five since he last fucked Marc. Will he be able to get it up? Heâd better. He needs to.
He holds Marc down on the bed with one hand at the back of Marcâs neck and with the other fishes around on the floor for the blister pack of pills. He gets one out with a near-steady hand and swallows it dry. Should work in twenty minutes, but Valentino has always burned through things fast, so it will be less.
Marc sees but ignores this. Valentino gets back on top of him and yanks his boxer-briefs down, nothing else. Marc says, âAhâshit,â and arches his back.Â
Valentino leans up and spreads his ass, spits on his hole. He can already feel himself starting to get hard; the pill wasnât needed after all. Ah, well. Funny story later. His brain says that loudly over the feeling of sex: Funny story later. And, Someone is dead. He was dreaming. Water dripping. Marc on his bed here in Tavullia, first mask-like, now under him, moaning and twisting when Vale bites the back of his neck.Â
Valentino wants to pound into him: ball-slapping, basic porn stuff. It is sort of crazy how he cannot stop thinking about it over and over, all night, not missing a moment. Marc was asleep a lot of the time, so Vale just watched him and wanted it, grinding his teeth, enjoying the wait â and waiting to need a break, to need a minute, a coffee, a nap. He doesnât even remember falling asleep, just knows he did sleep because of the nightmare. Marc under the line of his body bucks and says Valentinoâs name.
Valentino rests his chin on Marcâs shoulder, and tries not to show that heâs breathless from holding Marc down the way Marc wants. He says into the shell of Marcâs ear, âWhere did you go, hm? Have you been wandering around?â
And Marc laughs â a wheeze under Valentinoâs body, as heavy as he can make it for Marc â and moans and says, eyes shut, âYou were only asleep for twenty minutes.â
#a liiiittle too long but i'm trying!!#rosquez#marc#vale#my fic#anon ask replies#me today in the office kitchen writing mental illness roquez sex on my phone and deciding i needed to go home sick. lol my god what a week
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30 days to train aka 30 days for kars to cyber bully joseph
#caesar zeppeli#joseph joestar#kars jjba#kars#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojoke#jojo fanart#idk#redraw of a traditional doodle I did while skipping clubs#30 days karsâs ass thatâs 30 days to cyber bully joseph while he trains#some modern au where phones exist I guess#and caesar has tiktok#caejose#I guess#if you squint#probably not but whatever#I mean you donât know what kars is replying to#what#not implying anything gay between caesar and joseph at all#user spenglerstwinkie on tumblr thinking caesar and joseph are gay? what? never#never#âŠ#Iâm gonna stop yapping#they might be gay#bro josephâs SLUTTY ASS TANK TOP LORD.#coming out as a kars hater Iâm sorry his pretty hair doesnât make up for it. wamuu 4L#alright Iâm done#battle tendency#jojo part 2
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Trick or Treat! :3
...hmm no pics eh? Ill be in your dms mwahaha
And I was so happy to see you there đ€Łâ€ïž
I don't know what everyone else has been doing for trick or treat in their inbox, but this is my blog and I make the rules. So here's some brain rot:
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Danny had braced for the pain but it had still left him sorely unprepared. He hissed a breath as the balm, sticky and watery all at once, oozed over his arm in generous amounts. His flesh burned to the touch, Damian's hand on his like a wrought iron brand.
"I blame you for this," Danny muttered, petulant. There was very little heat behind it. He just felt better to get it off his chest. Let Damian know where they stand.
"I'm sure you do," Damian told him. Like Danny was a child meant to be indulged and pampered. It chafed, to be honest. Even if it was kind of true.
Damian had to be ten years his senior like this, not at all the twin he'd grown up with, loathed and loved in turn. Damian was twenty-five. Danny never thought one of them could make it to twenty-five.
His evil version had been twenty-four. Would have been twenty-four, if not for Plasmius. He never would have made it to twenty-five either.
It was so weird. Damian looked so old. He had just graduated university. Danny had always thought of uni kids as grown-ups, adults, people who had already made it in the world. Damian just looked tired, like he wanted to go back to bed. Damian at fourteen had been more put-together than this.
"Do you think if I found myself in this timeline the world would collapse on itself from the paradox?" Danny asked. It wasn't a fit of daydreaming, although Damian certainly seemed to take it like one.
His not-so-twin-twin snorted. "I couldn't begin to tell you what the laws of this universe are. I would not be surprised if its maker were sneering and laughing at us now." Damian rolled his eyes. "You are usually much better at distraction, even at this age. Losing your touch, ahki?"
"It was a serious question," Danny pouted, "you clearly don't want me here. And if this really is the future then I should know Clockwork already and he could just send me back-"
"What makes you think," Damian slid his gaze up to his face, "that I do not want you here?"
Danny made a face. "When have you ever wanted me?"
Damian didn't reply.
He stayed silent as he wrapped Danny's burn marks with an equally generous amount of bandages. Danny tested the limb, brows raised, impressed. Of course Damian was a perfectionist, always had been, so maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. But Damian did so love to make his life difficult.
"You can't see him, anyways. Your future."
Danny blinked, lashes fluttering, and Damian met his gaze head on.
"He's already dead."
#halfagone replies#trick or treat#halfagone's fics#i literally just came up with this#on the spot on my phone lol#tw: character death#had to keep the halloween theme somehow
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Ride 793: The palms of their hands
Pag 1
1: Holding hands with you rival
Pag 2
1: Grasping tightly the gratitude
They're moving forward... to the future!!
Pag 3
1: 1500m left until the mountain line!!
Pag 4
2: You're kidding....
He's coming....?
He's getting closer?
3: So odd, and yet I thought I had left him behind completely
This is âthree timesâ, isn't it?
5: He's coming
And moreover
Pag 5
1: He's doing it while singing!!
Even though Hakogaku's Manami had left him so much behind in a moment...
Mountain King is getting closer!!
He's not giving up!!
The distance is closing!!
That's right âȘ I know âȘ If you do this âȘ
Pag 6
1: The princess' wish âȘ
2: Will come true âȘ
3: Mountain King is amazing!! He's humming a tune!!
I heard of this, Mountain King becomes faster when he hums a tune!!
What, amazing!
The magic singing!!
I'll try singing too next time I'll climb!
4: No
It's not magic
5: For you, that âsongâ
Pag 7
1: it's a device to activate your power!!
2: Like a car's key
3: To carry people and luggage up a mountain road a vehicle needs both a sturdy body, small parts
4: and a powerful engine
5: For bikes, the âbodyâ
Pag 8
1: Practice, repetition, recovery, determination, challenges- everything
2: piles up!!
3: Only someone who has worked
4: tirelessly, without rest....
Pag 9
1: Could get to this position of the mountain stage on the Inter High's first day!!
2: And he can even keep up with my âthree timesâ!!
4: I see, so that's what it means
You piled everything up during this past year...
Pag 10
1: Ouch
2: Ah, damn, I pressed something weird
Ah....
3: Oh, I have a message
Ah, it's from Sakamichi-kun
Ah... it's from three months ago..
Hehehe, ops
4: What is it, what is it...? âDo you remember? The promise we made on the last day?â
Oh... I remember
âWe said 'let's race for the mountain stage on the first day next time'â
Ah.. we did, we did
6: âAre we still on for that?â
8: âOf courseâ
Pag 11
1: To protect your promise with me!!
Wait, Manami-kun!!
Princess âȘ...!!
2: Sakamichi-kun!!
3: Manami-kun!!
Pag 12
1: Mountain King caught up!!
He caught Hakogaku's Manami, who had attacked and opened the gap!!
2: He's not surrendering!!
Neither of them is surrendering!!
1200m left until the mountain line!!
Pag 13
1: Now another race...
2: starts!!
4: They're both taking the curve
5: while colliding against each other!!
Pag 14
1: Aaaaaa
Soooreeee
I won't surrender!!
2: They're still neck and neck!!
3: Amazing!
Pag 15
1: From the inner side!!
2: Sooreeee
Manami fell back for a moment and then forced his way forward!!
They hit each other!!
5: The trees are getting lower again
6: One more time...
Pag 16
1: Let's go, âthree timesâ!!
Pag 17
2: Manami used the wind and accelerated again!!
Incredible, what's that!
3: What about Mountain King!?
Pag 18
1: Musical note shaped wings!?
Pag 19
1: Aaaaaaaa
2: Amazing
3: It's just like you
4: You were so desperate to catch me that you unconsciously used the wind to accelerate
5: Interesting!!
Pag 20
1: Mountain King is clinging to him!! I thought Manami had attacked but
Manami didn't get away!!
He caught up with such a weird acceleration!?
Amazing!
2: Maybe your singing is something more than a key
3: Ahhhh
5: These past three years have been fun
Huh!?
Pag 21
1: I'm glad you were here for the past three years
3: Huh... ah!!
4: Thank you
Pag 22
2: Such a close battle like this, such a once-in-a-lifetime battle like this, it could only have been with you
3: Yeah... yeah!!
âThe past three yearsâ....!!
4: No, that, I should be the one saying that, really!!
5: That's right... this is my match against Manami-kun...
Pag 23
1: Let's go until the mountain line
2: Let's give everything we have
3: Let's make the most of every second of the time we have left!!
5: 1km until the end....
Pag 24
1: It's the final climb!!
Pag 25
1: Yeah!!
Pag 26
3: Th-thank god I made it in time...
This... I couldn't miss this today
4: Sangaku said that
5: âIt will be the culmination of the past three yearsâ
#yowamushi pedal#yowapeda#yowamushi pedal translations#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#yowamushi pedal manga#ride 793#no im not crying i just have 793 chapter of yowapeda in my eyes ;A;#watanabe please stop reminding me that this manga is gonna end!!! I dont wanna hear it!!#and neither does onoda!! Look at his desperate face when he realizes that that's his last race against manami!!!#excuse meeee ;A; i cant do this#so imma focus on the nice things#like onoda sining that 'the princess' wish comes true' right when he sees manami#bc THATS HIS WISH MANAMI IS HIS WISH AND ITS FINALLY COME TRUE#or how cute Manami is in the flashback page and the way he jumps up to reply to onoda#like the only thing missing there was him adding 'it's a date' to that text#bc thats what it is okay its obvious#honestly i understand why onoda is so scared that this is his last chance with manami#given that he had to wait 3 months for a single text lmao#he's scared he wont hear from manami at all once they wont be able to meet at the ih - and he's right#manami please reply to your phone onoda needs you#im babbling to not focus on the last pages bc theyre making me too emotional and I CANNOT HANDLE THIS#if i think about this manga ending imma melt in a puddle of tears okay#so ill just focus on sansaka being canon for now :')
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THE FULL SET IS COMPLETE YAY!
WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE MORE OF THESE THREE?? (Phone dude, phone guy and tape girl)
Let me know on this post!!
#ask reply#got all 3 of the info guys!#Phone dude phone guy and tape girl!#I want sure if I was gonna draw these 3 that much#BUT I wanna ask just in case BAHAH#seeing each design has been a big hit#if yall like them and wanna see them more let me know!#they can become like semi regulars in comics#itâs fun seeing them all together though#tell me what yall think of their designs too! do they work?? Iâd like to know đ©”đ©”
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Macbeth Q&A 18th Jan 2024 Part 1
Was lucky enough to get a ticket for the Member's Event at the Donmar Warehouse that took place on the 18th...with the price of the patronages I sure never thought I'd have gotten the chance, but luckily, they also let in some non-members đ„čâ€ïž
The brilliant performance of Macbeth was followed by a very quick cleaning of the stage - thought for sure it would've taken them longer to remove the blood than like 5 minutes - followed by a lovely, little Q&A session.
The Q&A was led by Craig Gilbert (Literary manager) who talked to Annie Grace and Alasdair Macrae (Musicians and part of the acting ensemble) as well as Cush Jumbo and David Tennant.
Anyway, just gonna write down some of the stuff they talked about :) sorry if it's a bit messy! Might be spoilery if you haven't seen it yet but are going to!
To begin with Craig remarked that he didn't think he'd ever seen that many people staying behind for a Q&A before (While I was just wondering why some people even left!? Stressful!).
David introduced himself with "My real name is David "Thane of Paisely" Tennant - while Cush introduced herself with "IÂŽm Cush Jumbo - there's only one of me".
First question was Craig asking them what it was that brought them to the Donmar to do Macbeth - to which David pretty much just replied that 1. It's the Donmar! 2. It's Macbeth! One of the greatest plays of all time in an amazingly intimate space - and that the theatre is famous for its quality of work. So he found it quite hard to think of a reason not to do it!
Cush said she'd worked there before and loves the theatre, how it's so intimate but also a great workspace. Followed by her saying she said yes because David asked her. She talked about how important it was for this play to do it together with the right actor playing opposite you.
David says Max Webster asked him about a year ago if he wanted to do the play - he gave him the dates - and since there weren't any obstacles in the way, David didn't have any excuse not to do it.
He then said that he had slightly avoided Macbeth - there sorta being the assumption that if you're Scottish and has done some Shakespeare plays before you have to do Macbeth. Which he joked was a bit odd since it's not like every Italian has to play Romeo. Then he mentioned that Macbeth is probably a bit more of a jock than he is - that it seemed more like a part for big, burly actors.
Max had laid out his initial ideas to David, a lot of which are in the final production, and David thought he seemed lovely, bright and clever and inventive plus it being the Donmar Warehouse! To which joked that he had last worked there 20 years ago - when he was 8 years old! "It's just one of those spaces" - friendly and epic at the same time where it's such a pleasure to be on the stage.
When Craig asked his next question concerning the sound of the play someone asked him to speak louder as she couldn't hear them - to which David joked that they've gotten so used to whispering. But also said sorry, and that they would!
Alasdair explained a bit about the process of the binaural sound - bit I find it a bit difficult to decipher it all correctly, sorry. He did say that a interesting part of it is that it allows them a controlled environment where they can put all the musicians (and even the bagpipes!) behind the soundproof box so "Poor David and Cush" doesn't have to shout over all the racket.
Craig asked David and Cush what their reaction was when they heard about the concept of the binaural soundscape - to which David replied that it didn't quite exist when they first came onboard - Cush joking they were tricked into it. Then she talked about her and David going on a workshop with Max to get a feeling of how it would all work - and get a sense of how it would sound to the audience, as this was one of the few times, they got to hear that side of it. Their experience of the play being completely different to the experience the audience has.
Cush said they can hear some of the sound - like she can hear some of the animal sounds and David can hear some of the stuff from the glass box - but most of their cues and information comes from timing with each other. She said they won't be able to ever hear what the audience hears - to which David joked "We're busy".
It felt like mixing medias - as it all went quite against their natural stagecraft instinct - but Cush found that in the long run it made things very interesting - like they don't have to worry about getting something whispered to each other - as the audience will hear it anyway.
David said the odd thing is that they don't really know what the experience truly is like. He mentioned that to the sides of the stage there's a speaker for them where they will get any cues that they need to hear. Like they can hear the witches - but they can't hear where they are "positioned" - so they have to learn how to place themselves to fit with what the audience hears. They don't hear everything, though. And the audio they hear is quite quiet, so it doesn't disturb what comes through the headphones.
He thinks it's been exciting - that it's a bit like a mix between film and theatre. It's happening live - but it's also like post-production is happening between them and the audience as it's going on. They just have to trust that the audience is hearing what they are supposed to for it all to make sense.
Cush said she thinks in 10 - 20 years, as these technologies has developed, doing theatre like this will feel a lot more normal - not that they will do it ALL the time, but that they will be doing it - whereas now it's still like an experiment. What Cush really like about the concept is that if was done in a much bigger theatre - then people in the cheapest seats would be able to have an experience much more similar to those in the most expensive seats - they'd be a lot more immersed into the action.
David then talks about how it feels extremely counterintuitive to not go on stage and speak loud enough that the people in the back row can also hear you. And usually, if they can't hear you, you aren't doing your job right! But then it felt very liberating. He loves it.
Cush then talked about how it felt odd waiting in the wings for a cue you can't hear - where you traditionally wait backstage and you can hear your cues, you can hear the rythm and know when it's your turn - so it was quite disconcerting to hear silence. So it's basically down to them now knowing the show and each other's timings - like if David is standing at a certain point, she knows how long she has before she needs to say/do something. So you have to watch each other more closely and really focus on what the others are doing.
David asked the musicians if they can hear everything inside the box, to which Annie replied that they get everything except some extra bits in the soundscape. But they can hear the actors on stage. Annie said it's actually a bit of a mystery to all of them what the audience actually experiences - how the big pictures actually look like - they just have to trust that it's there "Is it there?!".
Someone asked if they had had any adverse reactions from audiences to having to wear the headphones. Quite a bit of laughter all around :P then David said "There's the odd person" and something about if someone hadn't gotten the memo before turning up...but not sure how he ended the line. Then once again says that yes, there's the odd person who doesn't like it and that's fair enough.
The same audience member then said he could see the advantage of it in a big theatre where the distance is big, but not in a small place like the Donmar - to which David very quickly, rather passionately replied that it's not about projection, it's about being able to do things you wouldn't normally be able to do live - where they can speak so quietly that they can't even hear each other when standing next to each other. So even in such a small place, people wouldn't be able to hear that. It's about creating a different play - which isn't to everyone's taste and that's fair enough. But for a play that's been done a hundred and seven million times he thinks it's very valid to try and find a new way into the play - even if it's not for everyone.
Part 2
#David Tennant#Macbeth#Donmar warehouse#Cush Jumbo#I messed up this recording sooooo bad#I didn't see people pull out their phones to record it so I didn't dare do that either...#and man did I get a shitty recording out of it :(#and the audio ain't great either...Craig was sitting the furthest from me and didn't have a mic so can be a bit difficult to hear at times#Cush was sitting the closest to me (not that close - I was still in second row!) and David was sitting next to her#while I didn't have a perfect frontal view - the angle I was at did mean that I still got a perfect view of David's adorable smiles <3#and all his other lovely facial expressions as he often looked to Cush when she was talking and replied to her...#which made it FEEL like he was looking in my direction *sigh*#and he looked so good with his comfy cardigan - skin tight jeans - and his glasses!#You know I have seen David quite a few times by now - but I'm pretty sure this was the first time I saw him wearing his own glasses!#I desperately wish I had managed to capture some pictures or a video---because OMG! He was so lovely <3#Oh didn't know there was a text limit...or that I had written this much...guess I'm continuing in a part 2
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I love your art, your blog, IYHM, everything is just *chef's kiss*đđ
I was wondering đđ how do you feel about people using your art (credited and linked, of course!) for their tumblr avatar?
omgggg thank you so much!! avatars, banners, etc - that's all totally okay! đ tysm for asking, and for including the credit/link! it really means so much đđ
#anon#replies#also i love when people use my art for phone wallpapers or desktop backgrounds#i find it endlessly flattering
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Sometimes I feel like Iâm Tinker Bell, like Iâm not even real without the approval of others.
#mental health#wlw community#my life is a slowburn of coiled anxiety and not getting phone replies is the match#while paying for this
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Also sorry for the temporary delay! Basically last week my phone completely died. I'd had it for 6 years so it was at the end of its lifespan, the battery suddenly went from 80% to 10% in the span of about 20 minutes and wouldn't charge, so I had to go buy a new one (and communicated with my family via skype in the meantime, and used my microwave as a wake up alarm, improve adapt overcome lmao)
Unfortunately since I was logged out on PC and I use 2FA, which is unique to the device it's implemented on, I quickly realized I was totally locked out of my Tumblr, but staff came through for me in less than 12 hours and helped me switch to 2FA on my new phone.
Thank you Tumblr staff đ
#...now i feel bad for all the staff slander ive ever engaged with#i mean it WAS deserved for tumblr live#but Tumblr staff's support is so much better than other websites. its fast and a real person#with other sites trying to get user support is screaming into a void and praying that at least an AI generated bot will even reply at all#but yeah i. had to buy a wireless charger so i can slowly transfer my files over in the 20-minute bursts my old phone lasts#before it needs to be recharged to 100% again
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