#shout out to nasa for the background'

[heyheyartman]

🔥 Blackfire 🔥

[ask-the-meteor-crew]

FAQ Behind The Curtain

How do you draw so fast?

I'm currently double majoring in Animation and Creative Writing. I'm built different and also just, not trying very hard on most of these drawings. Drawing fast is kind of the backbone of animation and I've noticed coloring everything makes most people assume whatever line quality or level of finish on the outlines is a stylistic choice rather than laziness. What program do you use? I used Clip Studio Paint until about #021 when I picked up after haitus and used Procreate out of comfort and convenience. Do you use stock backgrounds or make them as you go? Every time I decide a scene needs a new background I draw it out in it's entirety and save it to my collection of backgrounds to use. So yeah, I'm not redrawing the background every single time it appears, I'm basically building out the meteor one room at a time in hopes of one day not having to draw backgrounds anymore. Where do you get the space photos? NASA's Hubble Space Telescope team has politely made all of the telescopes published photographs public domain, I imagine as a service to the planet as the intersection between photographers and people able to go that far into space is understandably zero. Font/Handwriting questions I stopped handwriting for most panels as I realized my best handwriting is all caps and it would be a shame if Karkat was the only character anyone could understand. I still use handwritten text for "special speech" which is whispers, and shouting, anything that's supposed to feel or sound radically different from the rest of the yapping. It did take me a while to settle on a font, I found a really good one for Dave that didn't have apostrophes and gave everyone else a typewriter font for a while, until I found the alternate version of the font I used for Dave that had all the special grammar symbols and numbers I could ever need. It's called the Atari font in the actual file but I have no idea if Atari ever actually used this version of it. Does the ask box ever close? When will my question be answered? It doesn't close and I have more questions than I'll probably ever answer. Some are confused about canon, others have had the core idea of their question asked multiple times already and I just didn't feel like collecting them all as screen shots. And some I just don't have answers for. Some get deleted because I don't like the tone, don't get the joke or found a typo particularly difficult to parse. No biggie. Questions will be answered if and when I feel like drawing a comic for it. Some questions are a better starting point for a comic than others, don't take it personally. Can the characters still talk to John and Jade? Can they run into them in the dream bubbles? According to canon, no. According to this blog, also no. Do you take magic anons? No. While I've gotten flimsy on the vlog framing device in order to make a more entertaining comic overall, the truth still remains that anything beyond messages in a digital inbox from some far off unspecified rift in paradox space would have some pretty immersion breaking implications on the setting overall. I know I answered a question offering Dave some clothes but the clothes were not given to him, I used it more as a prompt for him to take the clothes he already had out of the dryer. Is this blog safe for minors? This blog contains canon typical violence and themes, however when it comes to sexual content (the one thing minors absolutely CANNOT legally interact with) this blog is rated T for teen. Think like The Big Bang Theory or How I Met Your Mother. Sex can be implied and a frequent topic of conversation but never occurs on screen. Ultimately it's up to you and maybe your parents to decide if you can handle the blogs contents as you are responsible for curating your own online experience. TLDR if you're old enough to be on tumblr you should be fine.

How do I address the author?

My name is Sky, she/her pronouns exclusively. Please don’t try to hold conversations via the ask box. Just DM me.

Where do I send questions and comments for the author?

@meteor-crew-after-dark

[notasmoothman]

The Steddie (or just in general) potential of this

Just learned that Joe Manganiello, Sofia Vergara’s husband and famous actor, grew up a GIANT nerd and was into all the classics: DnD, comics, heavy metal, etc etc. He also hosts and dms campaigns to this day with other public figures in the basement of his and Sofia’s Hollywood home

Imagine with me:

Rockstar!Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin fame and his hot husband Steve who the media loves to fawn over live in this beautiful private home in Southern Cali. The rest of the party is famous in their respective fields as well, but only people who have done a deep-dive into Corroded Coffin know about Eddie's Hawkins friends. The media is well aware of Eddie's musical and fantasy inspirations, as both have a heavy hand in CC's music. So, really, it's not a shock during a tv interview when Eddie says that he still plays DnD on the reg and dms campaigns for his friends. What IS shocking, however, is the seemingly random cast of famous people who come over to his basement for said campaigns.

Eddie doesn't give them a full list of names or anything, but he does mention that they're all old friends who reconvene when they can to play and catch up. He points out enthusiastically that Will Byers, one of the players, actually got a chance to illustrate one of the newer DnD guidebooks.

This all barely has time to settle with Corroded Coffin's fanbase and the media alike before, shortly after the interview airs, Steve posts a video online of their whole DnD group sitting in a basement that truly looks like a nerd dungeon, Eddie narrating some dramatic twist in the plot over a cacophony of shouts from the players. The camera turns back to look at Steve rolling his eyes with a smile, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle on a couch in the background. The video is captioned "Dorks and Doofuses night".

People from a lot of different fan groups freak out: the entire Corroded Coffin band, tech genius Dustin Henderson, NASA scientist Erica Sinclair, basketball star Lucas Sinclair, DnD illustrator Will Byers, and a few people unrecognizable to the public are seated at the table, and behind the camera are award-winning photographer Jonathan Byers, linguist expert Robin Buckley, weed CEO Argyle, and investigative journalist Nancy Wheeler. All just hanging out there. In Steve and Eddie Munson's basement.

The internet EXPLODES.

Bonus: Just think about Steve being the hottie house husband who is exasperated but also endlessly endeared by Eddie's nerd chaos. He brings everyone drinks and baked goods throughout every session. Think about it.

Bonus-Bonus: Steve opens the newest conspicuously large package that has been delivered to their house. He sighs, staring at the giant custom-built monster head. "Eddie!"

A crashing noise sounds from upstairs. "IS IT HERE?"

[princessfanonanona]

A video on youtube entitled: A Fenton's Uncovering of Phantom

Danny stands in front of a cemetary holding a strange white box-ball-thing facing the camera. "So here we are in the cemetery, and we're going to be using this funky thing my parents built to try and locate phantoms grave."

-insert several scenes of Danny tripping over nothing, running around ahead of the camera, Sam holding the white thingamajig while Danny is in a hole at her feet, and Danny walking head first into things-

Danny walks backwards ahead of the camera, the doodad in his hands beeping ominously, "alright its been an hour-"

Sam, offscreen, "2 hours."

"It's been two hours since we got here so it's pushing the fabled witching hour," Dannt continues.

Off screen, Tucker is making a bad impression of a ghost, "OooooOOooOoOOooo spooOOooOky~"

Danny rolls his eyes, "What that means is that all the spooks come out."

-Scooby-Doo movie soundtrack plays in the background, chorus repeating 'the freaks come out, the freaks come out'-

"Get to the point," Sam says.

Danny holds up the contraption with excitement. "This thing is finally working!"

"Yay," Sam and Tucker say monotone.

"Let's see where it leads us," Danny turns and promptly trips over a headstone.

2 minutes of video of Danny tracking in circles around the cemetery pass. They stop in front of a small grave out of the way of everything.

"Is this it?" Tucker asks, sounding louder than before.

Sam moves into frame to rub the face of the headstone. "I can make out half a name?" she says.

Danny also stares at the stone, "It's dated 1894...or is that a 7?"

Tucker giggles, camera shaking.

Sam, turning and exposing the Headstone to the camera.

"What?" she half snaps.

"That's Abigail Flints grave! Phantom was a girl!" Tucker practically crows.

Sam and Danny look at eachother

"I guess dying is the best hormone treatment you can get," Danny shrugs.

"Good for him," Sam says holding a cupcake.

---

A video on youtube entitled: A Fenton's Uncovering of Phantom Take 2

Danny bounces into frame wearing an oversized trench coat, top hat, and what's obviously a napkin stuffed into the neck of his nasa shirt. He is holding a tiny pink magnifying glass.

"Well howdy-doody-there-" he smiles bright.

Tucker and Sam off screen, moaning in despair, "Oh Ancients."

"-so my last video got real popular and a lot of arguments have started up about whether or not Phantom was once Abigail."

"Danny!" Sam says off screen, "you can't just live-name a ghost!"

"Factz!" Danny finger guns to her. He turns back to the camera, "Ghosts have a very strict rule about live-naming them. So, in today's video, we're going to prove Phantom was [dolphin noises]."

Danny turns dramatically so the coat flutters.

"We're going to do research!"

The screen rolls with the batman theme song.

Danny stands in front of a library table with what appears to be the biggest, dustiest tomb of a book in the world. He peers at the fine print with the pink magnifying glass held to his face.

"Danny, we're recording," Tucker hisses.

"Yeah yeah, I know, but this is fascinating!" Danny doesn't look up, instead gently turning a page. A cloud of dust pools on the table.

"Want to tell the audience what your doing?" Sam asks.

Danny looks up, "Oh yeah, so this is a book that a friend of mine lent."

He turns back to the book, "Did you know the Lunch Lady was actually [internet dial-up tone]?"

"What was that?" Tucker asks.

"The lunch lady, the ghost who-"

"We know who the Lunch Lady is, Danny."

"Oh well she was [glass breaking]."

"How are you doing that?"

Danny looks up confused, "Doing what?"

"That thing with your mouth! You're not making human noises!" Tucker half shouts.

"But I'm just reading...Oh!" Danny hefts the book up to show the inside print to the camera. "Can you read this?"

"I can," Sam says.

"I can't," Tucker answers, the camera shifts, frame drifting to the side and down. "Now I can, dude what?"

"It's spelled!" Danny says, glee in his voice. "To keep people from using it wrongly."

"Oh!" Sam exclaims, moving into frame and looking through a few pages. "The Box Ghost was once known as [cat yowls]."

She blinks.

"Trippy."

"What does it say about Phantom?" Tucker asks.

They flip back and forth before settling on a page with a blurred painting, and a long description that glitches through various hieroglyphs and runes.

"Well that's impressive, I like the [monkey call]," Sam says.

"Shut up, you think anyone [rain and storm noises] is hot." Danny elbows her.

"It's a fact and you should admit it."

"And his human name?" Tucker presses.

"It's [snapping bubble wrap]."

"What, it clearly says [wombat scream]," Sam points at a blob of ink.

"No it says, [dog barks]."

"[Bird song]."

"[Wood breaking]."

"Ancients," Tucker cuts in, "It clearly reads as [wolf howl]."

"What is that racket going on over here?!" The librarian shrieks coming around the corner.

The video cuts off in a blur of motion and scrambling.

---

A video on youtube entitled: A Fenton's Uncovering of Phantom Take 3

Danny sits at a table with Tucker. A ouiji board in barbie pink sits between them.

"Hello and welcome to part three of my uncovering the identity of Phantom!" Danny waves at the camera.

"I'm still-" Tucker cuts off, pulling his shin up. "Ow!"

"We figured we'd try doing a Q and A this time," Danny continues. "Except no one knows how to summon him or contact him outside a ghost fight. And then we remembered Tucker's mom had an old ouiji board from college-

"Thanks Mrs. Foley," Sam joins Danny in saying.

Tucker crosses his arms and slumps in his chair.

"I think having an older board will mean it will work better," Danny continues.

"Solid logic," Sam agrees.

"C'mon Tucker," Danny puts his hands on the little pink stone.

"Ugh," he jabs a finger at the camera, "I want it on record that I opposed this whole thing."

"Sam isn't joining me because she's allergic to pink," Danny adds.

"Such a shame," Sam says in monotone.

Tucker makes a noise that's a cross between a laugh and a cough.

He places his hands on the pink stone.

Nothing happens.

A solid two minutes pass where nothing happens.

"Are we supposed to...I dunno, ask for a visitation?" Tucker asks.

"That's asking for trouble," Sam says.

"Well if we made a blind call for any spirit, we might just end up with Skulker or Desiree," Danny says.

"Maybe we should ask for Phantom?" Tucker asks.

"Oh, great and powerful Phantom, please hear our plea and answer our call." Danny shouts at the ceiling.

Tucker drops his head into his bicep, shoulders shaking. The camera wobbles as half wheezes is heard from Sam.

"Please, Phantom," Danny continues.

The board gains a very faint green glow.

"We beseech you to grace us with your presence."

The glow gets brighter.

"We desire to ask you a few questions."

The glow condenses on the pink stone, shining bright ectoplasmic green.

"We-"

The stone jerks across the board pulling Tucker and Danny.

"Oh my fucking-"

"Y!" Danny shouts as the stone jerks again.

"O!"

"U-"

"You?" Tucker chimes in.

"R"

"Your?"

"A"

"You're a?"

"L"

"You're al- you're all?"

"D"

"W"

"E"

"You're all dweh?"

The stone wiggles but stays on the letter.

"Another E?" Danny frowns.

It jerks across the board.

"B?"

"You're all dweeb-" the tile slides to S.

"Hey we're not dweebs!" Tucker exclaims.

A white haired head with green eyes pops up through the table.

"Yes you are," she says.

Tucker yelps, falling out of his chair as Danny breaks into giggles.

Dani floats up out of the table to hover over it. "What are you even doing?"

"Trying to summon Phantom." Sam answers.

"Oh," she blinks, looking at the camera. She makes a little bow, "Phantom at your service."

"But you're a girl!"

"Duh," she rolls her eyes, "I'm Dani with an I, Phantom's sister."

"Oh good, here I thought [dolphin noises] had another gender change," Danny says. "You're smaller though."

"Those sound like fightin' words," she smiles, hands taking on a bright green glow.

"You-"

The video cuts to black.

The video resumes with Danny, Dani and Tucker sitting on the couch. Danny holds a very blue snowball to his face. Dani is wrapped in a towel and very obviously cold and wet. Tucker's hat is sideways and glasses crooked. He looks very lost and confused.

Danny and Dani point at each other.

"He/She started it!" They exclaim in unison.

"Okay, okay," Sam says trying to gain some order. "Ms Phantom-"

"Call me Dani," she says immediately.

"I'm Danny," Danny says.

"So?" She asks.

"I'm older than you, pick a different name," he says.

"You are so not," she exclaims.

"I know on good faith that you're not even 11 months old."

"That means you're old!" She crows.

"Beats being a baby."

"Hows your back, old man? Did you forget your cane?"

"Sam, it looks like the baby needs a nap," Danny turns to the camera. He puts a hand to the side of his face to stage whisper, "She's getting cranky."

Dani lunges at him knocking them both of frame.

"Can we be done now?" Tucker asks.

"Yeah, I think we're done here," Sam agrees.

[tachvintlogic]

Danny hated Christmas, but not this Christmas.

This Christmas he was in French Guiana watching the launch of the James Webb Space Telescope while Sam and Tucker were watching NASA's livestream in solidarity. No one was allowed to get this close to the launchsite, but that didn't stop him from sneaking past everyone invisibly.

The sky was cloudy, but there were no thunderstorms to delay the launch. Everything was going perfectly.

The clock had reached 7:20:50 EST, and the countdown started.

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

Danny watched clouds of smoke bellow out of the rocket as flames erupted from the bottom and propelled it skyward. The rocket was only visible for a few seconds before it disappeared into the grey clouds above.

"Dude! Get on the livestream! They're showing footage from a camera aboard the rocket!" yelled Tucker in his earpiece.

"Already on it." Danny flew back to the hotel room that Sam had gotten for them, only half paying attention to where he was going to focus on the livestream.

Somehow, he got back before the 27 minute mark, when the telescope was detached from the final piece of the rocket.

"When are they going to get to the camera aboard?" asked Danny, practically jumping with excitement.

"They said there's a delay, so it'll be a while. Calm down," said Sam.

"Sorry just. Excited."

Then finally, finally, they cut to the on board camera. The footage cut out a few times but it was space, what do you expect? The telescope detached and gently flew away from the launch vehicle.

"Go Webb!" said someone on the livestream.

"Go Webb!" shouted the trio.

"Ironically enough, as we marvel on this view from the upper stage camera this will be humanity's last view of the James Webb Space Telescope as it moves to its orbiting place about a million miles away from Earth."

Sam snickered. "Unless space boy wants to see it."

"Hey! I wouldn't do that! I might knock it out of orbit!"

"What if you were intangible?"

"I'd properly still have a gravitational force-wait is ectoplasm dark matter??"

"Guys! Watch!" said Tucker. As the solar arrays extended out from the telescope. The narrator floundered a little as the arrays deployed a bit sooner than expected. There was a bit of commotion in the background as the trio waiting for confirmation that the telescope was receiving power. The telescope seemed to glow as the glare grew brighter until it was just a light in the blackness of space slowly moving out of frame.

Just as the telescope moved out of frame the narrator spoke.

"And there it is. There's your critical call. James Web not only has legs but it has power as it begins its journey and the commissioning activities to follow. And with that let's go down to the floor in the fishbowl..."

The trio cheered. This was the best Christmas Danny had ever had.

[straycityam]

sing for you. astronaut!hyunjin x reader ft. kkami. angst.

“hello, 119, how may I assist you?”

“hi, this is apollo 4419,” astronaut!hyunjin replied, feeling relieved that the spaceship was finally able to get in contact with someone. “is this NASA?”

“unfortunately no, this is the seoul emergency department. We’re having satellite issues and all the calls are getting mixed up. Where are you calling from?” the lady asked in concern

“from space,” hyunjin chuckles. “yeah i’m not surprised,” hyunjin knew the exact reasons the chaos. “things aren’t looking good from up here either.”

“would you like me to put down the call so you can contact NASA?“

“no!” hyunjin half-shouted in fear. “i mean, no, please. just stay on the line,” hyunjin begged not wanting to risk anything.

hyunjin was the only one left on his spaceship as the rest of his crew have unfortunately been affected by spaceship’s defect. he was desperate and did not want to die alone.

“yes, sir,” the lady replied as calmly as possible despite the chaos going on at the department. “is there anything i can help you with?”

“not unless you can fix the spaceship from down there,” hyunjin chuckles as he hears the chaos in the background.

this immediately hinted the lady that there was something wrong with the spaceship and felt her heart broke. “i’m so sorry sir.”

hyunjin sighed softly before requesting a favour, “actually, could you help me with one last thing?”

“anything sir, the lady replied, feeling a little relieve that she was able to fulfil hyunjin’s wishes.

as y/n was ideally resting on the couch with kkami on her lap, the mobile phone of her shared apartment with hyunjin rang.

y/n groans at the sound, and gently sets kkami down on the floor and headed for the phone.

“hello?” y/n answered trying not to sound as awkward as possible.

“hello maam, i am calling from the seoul emergency department. i have someone on the line for you,” the lady inform y/n before connecting it to hyunjin’s line.

“hey darling,” hyunjin greeted the love of his life with a gentle smile on his face, feeling relieved even though he couldn’t see her face.

“h-hyunjin!? are you calling from space?” y/n asked in surprised. she was so happy to hear his voice after not hearing it for weeks. “oh my god! how is the view from up there? did you find any aliens!?”

hyunjin chuckled at her questions. he was glad that she was still her cheerful self. “no aliens yet, and the view isn’t very pretty,” hyunjin responded honestly, but did not want y/n to know how bad the situation was. “cause you’re not here.”

“eww, you’re chessy,” y/n fake cringed and laughed at his words. “i miss you.”

“i miss you too, darling.” hyunjin chuckled at y/n’s voice as he could picture her face. “listen, y/n, i don’t have much time-“

“what? what do you mean?” y/n asked in confusion, not entirely getting the hint.

“do you remember the time we went stargazing and i told you that your eyes had all the stars in it?”

“yeah, it was very sweet, but also really cringing,” y/n chuckled.

“well, they still do,” hyunjin teased a little. “you need to put them back in space.” this

made y/n playfully roll her eyes and giggle. “and remember the time we talked about everything and anything?”

“yeah, you still remember?”

“i never forgot about it,” hyunjin answered. “how about the the password to my laptop and our safe? still remember that?”

“of course,” y/n responded confidently yet confused. “why are you asking me that?”

“login into my laptop later and open the folder with your name on it, okay?” hyunjin avoided y/n’s question. “everything you need will be in the folder. the safe has the rest of the items you’ll need, and-”

“hyunjin,” y/n stopped him as she started sensing the unstable breathing coming from him and the sudden talk about his laptop and safe. “what’s going on?”

hyunjin sighs in defeat. “well, my time in space got extended to a much longer time. longer than everyone expected.”

y/n felt her heart sank at hyunjin’s words, finally catching on to what was going on. “are you alone?” y/n asked as she was worried for rest of his crew, who are also close friends of theirs.

“yeah,” hyunjin replied sadly.

“oh,” y/n’s voice crew soft. “so, all of you are going to be up there for a long time?”

hyunjin forced a smile before responding. “yeah.”

a tear fell from y/n’s eyes as very short silence was filled.

“go do “everything and anything” we talked about that night, okay? bring your best friends and kkami along. i know you don’t like going out alone. make sure you take care of yourself and kkami. don’t worry about the place and all that. just open the folder later, okay? um, don’t forget to always drink water! if you miss me, just look up at the sky and i’ll be waving right back at you from up here-“

“hyunjin...” y/n fell onto her knees, feeling extremely devastated. kkami immediately came towards her and rested his head on her knees. “please- i just- i just- hyunjin,” tears started falling down non-stop.

“y/n, my darling, i love you so much. your smile, hugs, kisses. everything. i love everything about you. more than words can explain. you make me the happiest man in the universe and i am so thankful to have met you. it was always you and will always be you.”

y/n reached the point where she was speechless and her silent cries did not go unnoticed by kkami, who started wailing. hyunjin’s heart broke as he heard kkami’s wailing and guessed that y/n was crying as kkami only did so when y/n was upset.

“my darling, my love, don’t cry, okay? your future is still so bright and you’ll walk on the most flowery path. stay strong for me, okay?”

“okay,” y/n whispered loud enough for hyunjin to hear.

“good girl,” hyunjin praised. “can you do one thing for me?” hyunjin asked, knowing that he his time will be up soon.

“anything,” y/n responded.

“can you sing for me?”

“sing?”

“y-yeah,” hyunjin chuckled. “i know i usually sing for you, but i really love your voice. especially when you sing. can you sing one song for me? please?”

“what song do you want?” y/n asked, not wanting to disappoint hyunjin.

“anything,” hyunjin replied, eager to listen.

without another thought, y/n immediately sang their favourite song.

fly me to the moon, and let me play, among the star

it wasn’t as nice as y/n usually sang because of how devastated she was. but for hyunjin, it was more than enough.

let me see what spring is like on, Jupiter and Mars. in other words, hold my hand...in other words, darling kiss me.

hyunjin smiled at y/n voice as he slowly let go of the handle that prevented him from floating aways

feel my heart with song, and let me sing forevermore. you are all i long for, all i worship and adore. in other words, please be true...in other words, i love you.

hyunjin’s eyes slowly closed to y/n’s humming as he pictured the time when y/n first sang this song for him and he felt like he fell in love with her all over again.

feel my heart with song, and let me sing forevermore. you are all i long for, all i worship and adore. in other words, please be true...in other words...in other words...in other words, hwang hyunjin, i love you.

although y/n could no longer hear him because he was not close to the speaker, hyunjin softly whispered “i love you too, y/f/n, always.” before taking his last breath.

the lady who listened to the entire conversation tried her best to comfort y/n, who began to have a full breakdown when she no longer heard hyunjin’s voice.

[shokano19]

Dr stone characters as types of TikTokers

Warning: Contains manga spoilers for new characters! You can skip those you don’t know! 

Not sure where this idea came from exactly but I got super into it and it was really fun. Consider these to be my headcanons for a dcst AU where they don’t get petrified and instead everyone is TikTok famous. 

Senku

- science 101 - makes educational videos aimed generally at students struggling at school with subjects like biology, physics, chemistry, robotics, engineering, and astronomy, explaining them thoroughly and in a simpler form - random astronomical facts #n - goes live when he’s about to do a reaction experiment - wants to show his viewers how exhilarating science can be - rarely shows his face - tries to incorporate humour into his talks - it becomes evident he’s passionate or excited about the subject by his little chuckles - “visiting my father at NASA before rocket launch” - Taiju sometimes takes over his account as a lil prank - on everyone’s for you page with minimal effort - 14M followers

Gen

- magic tricks - social science veteran - shares psychology hacks he learned throughout his career - props his phone on his cola bottles to film himself - CEO of accidentally dropping his phone on the floor - Senku’s fanboy. Reacts to Senku’s videos on occasion by acting extra and makes a huge deal out of rare pictures of Senku - posts cut scenes from his magic show then makes separate videos revealing how he performed a certain trick - cynical, dark humour - makes his viewers question their moral compass - gets a lot of compliments for his hair - 10.5M followers

Chrome

- step by step 3 minute crafts - Senku’s fanboy #2. Video duets with Senku by building the same things as him, praises Senku a lot  - geology student studying mineralogy - storytime! - regular shout-outs from Senku - always has his precious rock/crystal collection displayed behind him as he films a video and makes sure to show them off every once in a while - 2M followers

Kohaku

- trash talks men without stuttering - films herself in front of a mirror most of the time - zooms a lot into her face and stares into the camera while speaking, looking dead inside - dimmed disco lights - ironic and sassy - usually spits facts about anything she talks about - confident vibes - ayo famous relative check (Lillian Weinberg’s niece) - her duets are cruel - 1.9M followers

Ginro

- the POV - makes relatable yet obscure videos - some questionable scenarios no one can explain - yes he wears a big towel on his head when impersonating girls   - includes Kinro in his videos a lot - anime weeb - always posts at unholy hours - refined sense of humour - majority of videos are taken in his bedroom - lowkey annoying - video replies to hate comments by either faking acting hurt and crying or sarcastically going along with them as a massive fuck you - 69k followers and he would like it if it stayed that way

Kinro

- beautiful scenery shots - only has a few videos, mostly nature and places he went to with his family and friends - “top 5 places you must visit this summer” - secretive about his account, no one except Ginro knows about it - 7.9k followers - after a while he switched to making ASMR?? which gained him fame overnight and now has …. - 45k followers (Ginro’s current worst fear being Kinro surpassing his own follower count)

Magma

- unpopular opinion guy - reacts to popular tiktoks and attempts to review them (for fun, he’s a jerk for clout) - loud af, angry & narrow minded - makes valid points sometimes - dislikes kohaku’s content (probably because he feels called out) - tried to cancel Senku and failed miserably - a lot of people disagree with his hot takes - ignored the haters but got some serious threats :( - considered quitting making tiktoks so he took break - apologized to those he insulted after some reflection time - now half of his account are just apology videos - people follow him for the tea  - 500k followers

Suika (aged up)

- the animal lover - mainly videos of Chalk being adorable, Suika teaching him tricks…and him wrecking the house - “animal crossing new horizons island tour” - “my top 10 favourite cartoons” - 11k followers

Tsuakasa

- long political talks - disputable ideals - renowned martial artist  - became famous after appearing on a broadcast program with Gen and won against him in mental battle - informs on what’s currently happening in the world - has a lot of supporters as well as haters - “today’s society is flawed because - ” - encourages viewers to write their opinion in the comments - reads every single comment as well as replies to them - occasionally talks about his childhood, the good and the bad - 7.6M followers

Ryusui

- chaotic - reviews popular console/pc games of any genre - youtube channel linked in his bio - the type to walk into his bathroom and say funny shit - bombards Tsukasa’s comments section with stuff like “drop yo workout routine plz” or “your hair looks so soft I bet it smells like roses” to which Tsukasa can only reply with “please leave me alone” - generally in everyone’s comment section. He’s everywhere - bi king - super friendly and approachable - ayo rich house checkkkk XD - flexes on his personal mini yacht  - 5M followers

Francois

- quick, stylish and helpful cooking tutorials - shares rare recipes - pro decorator  - worked at 4/5 star bars, restaurants and clubs - non-binary icon - sometimes in the background of Ryusui’s videos until a lot of people asked about their relationship and revealed that they also works as Ryusui’s personal chef - 3.2M followers

Ukyo

- variety content creator - gives walkthrough’s of his job as a sonar technician - sneakily exposes his workplace’s secrets while he’s at it too - likes to gather the kingdom of science and make dumb silly videos together - archery tips for beginners - starting a new language tips - video reacts to tiktoks he finds interesting - became popular after appearing in one of Gen’s q&a videos - after that he collaborated with many others such as Senku, Chrome, Ryusui - close to everyone - appreciated for his talents - 980K followers

Yuzuriha

- fashion icon in the making - shares her everyday outfits - talks about her favourite clothing and where she bought them from - DIY accessories - cute couple videos with Taiju - fun sewing lessons! - promotes her online shop - 330k followers

Hyouga

- the type to stand in front of the camera and cover the screen with writing instead of speaking - known for his lip care routines (owns a lot of lip glosses and lip cosmetics) - occasionally takes off his mask for lip care videos - Homura is always behind the camera helping him film - kudayari spear practices - Helps Homura promote her Instagram account - tries to keep an aesthetic - trips abroad vlogs - 770k followers

Mozu

- cringey e-boy - lip-syncs  - dances  - it’s so obvious he’s fishing for attention - secretly films Kirisame for a laugh, ends up with him running for his life as soon as she finds out - expect to get second-hand embarrassment - exaggerates a lot - needs to be stopped - does tiktok challenges with Kirisame (has to beg for her to agree) - Kohaku, Luna, Gen and Nikki have him blocked - Hyouga and Kirisame are literally the only ilr friends he has :,( - 420k followers

Luna

- popular girl wannabe - desperate to get on the for you page - everyone loves her though <3 - poses in front of the camera wearing her best clothes while cute music plays in the background - complains about how she’s STILL single - pros and cons of going to med school - reads a bunch of funny tweets and almost dies laughing - recently started following Senku and can’t shut up about his content - 200k followers

Bonus: all of them tried at least once, if not more, to recreate complicated dances that went viral on tiktok. Yes, even Senku.

Coming up with usernames for them is beyond me right now so feel free to add to these however you like!  ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

[yasminmwong]

Concept 3: Alarming Data

Inspiration

For this cover, I wanted to represent the books outpouring of data, facts and figures that had been collated and carefully researched. The book was originally based on an article for the New York magazine and was expanded to become a non-fiction book. The book isn’t a story, it’s an essay, a collection of data, put together in one book to show exactly how much evidence there is that climate change is happening, and fast.

My original ideas on this were based around incorporating data on climate change as part of the imagery. I found a few examples of data visualisation that had been used by NOAA AND NASA and decided to use these as the jumping off point for conception.

In terms of design style, I was drawn to the works of designers like Roy Cranston.

I really liked the way he played with the typography shapes and sizes, changing the paths the type was on to compliment the shapes in the visual. I wanted to incorporate the shapes of the data in the cover and relate it to the typography.

Experiments

I began experimenting with the different graph shapes that might work for the cover. The line graph was the most commonly used in my research of this data, although some featured bar graphs and other representations. When playing about with the different orientations, I felt like the lines were the the ones I wanted to use.

I felt pretty strongly about representing real data on the cover, as much as the inside uses facts and figures. I took the shapes of the lines from real data on the rising levels of CO2, sea-levels and global temperature.

After I had sketched out these graphs, I looked at the different ways the type could interact with them.

I tried creating some lettering that might work alongside the graph data lines as well. I initially thought it would be good to create letters that looked like the ocean current visualisations. I used an old paintbrush and ink to get the line effect I wanted. I was happy with the end result, but thought overall it seemed too playful to suit the cover of this book. 

I also looked at using charcoal and paint to create some more textured letters. I liked this but felt with the rigidity and clean lines of the data I wanted to represent, it felt disjointed. Taking a look at the style I wanted to emulate, I decided it might be better to use a sans-serif typeface.

After playing with the different ways of layering the line graphs, I took the patterns into illustrator and starting working with the selected type face. I enjoyed playing about with the blending tool in illustrator to create something visually impactful, but I felt it took away from my original concept, and although interesting to look at, it was hard to interpret what was happening. I decided as well that instead of creating shape with the title itself, which I wanted to be bold and clear - I used quotes from the book relating to the data to represent. 

For the background, I tried a variety of different textures. I thought a ground texture might work to loop it back to this idea of ‘Earth’ but similarly to the charcoal, it didn’t feel like it connected as well. I instead went back to the graph paper I used originally. I soaked it in water to make the grid lines bleed a little, to give just a hint of the chaotic events suggested in the book.

Reflection

My final piece was something I was really proud of. I wanted to create something that didn’t directly link to climate change events itself, but much like the book alluded to the overwhelming data that alerts us to a need for intervention. The type I choose was the sans-serif Bhanschrift which, although dark and bold, was written in lowercase. I felt that this was better than all uppercase because the book does not feel like it is shouting ‘This is your fault!’ so much as it is stating matter of factly ‘We need to do something” - clear and concise.  I paired this with the ‘Letter Gothic Standard’. The style seemed to go well with the data theme, having a slight monospace feel as well as looking like traditional typewriter font. 

By using the quote from the book to sit along the lines of information from NASA’s website, I felt I was able to create something visually intriguing, representative of the book, as well as snippet of what’s inside. Using the background of gridlines keeps in theme, but by adding subtle hints of colour and bleeding to the ink, kept the imagery from looking flat, and also linked to the colour palette of other data visualisations.

I think although I choose to do with a font, I would have been interested to find a lettering style that suited the cover. The way the lines of data are drawn may have allowed for a hand written type, although having them different creates a contrast.

[ecfandom]

Okay, yet another future HC idea. I have to put them down here or I’ll forget them for ever. This one is still murky in my mind, but similar to the other NASA one. Obviously, space has been on my mind...

SO: 

It’s a lots of years into the future. We (as in human kind) have successfully completed the first colonization mission to Mars. (Bleh colonization, I KNOW.) Lexa was a part of that first mission and has been living on Mars for 3 years now. Back on Earth, Clarke is an adorable, nerdy edaphologist (studier of how soil interacts with living things, especially plants) who has been following the Mars missions with borderline obsession. Twice, she submitted proposals to NASA for the Mars missions, but was always rejected for the “irrelevance of her specialty to the current phase of Mars missions.” AKA they think her theories are bonkers.

Well, when two years into the colonization of Mars and their crops start failing, NASA and the other three collaborating space agencies, start to panic. They employ the best plant scientists the world has to offer, millions of dollars in federal and international funding spent over the course of the third year, trying to find a solution, but none of the Botanists, Astrobotanists, Agronomists, Chemists, Geologists, farmers and other experts employed can figure it out. 

The colonization team on Mars are starting to lose hope, knowing full well that their freeze-dried rations will only last so long once their fresh food sources completely die off. They’re on a conference call with NASA when the director officially tells them that they “don’t have anything yet, but are continuing to employ the best minds”...universal code language for: “You’re fucked.” 

Cue colonization team lead, Mission Commander Lexa Woods who’s all: “I’ve been doing some research and...” This NERD. I mean, they’re all nerds, they’re in space for gays sake, but what always catches people off guard is that Commander Woods is so smoldering. Like stoic as Eurpoa and hotter than Venus smoldering. Nerds can look and act like anything, this has long been accepted, BUT everyone knows there are two sides to space missions: the scientists and the soldiers. Take one look at Lexa, and you’d immediately expect a military background. Most people tend to forget she’s got four degrees from MIT, Stanford and Princeton, two of which are PhDs. 

So all heads turn when this sexy ass space sailor who normally says the minimum amount of words required to lead her team and get the job done, speaks up with an “forgive me but you’re fucking WRONG” tone and is all, “I’ve been doing some research and with all due respect, you’re not asking the right people. It’s not the plants and it’s not the atmosphere. We have contended for all those variables time and time again. We replicated all of it over and over again back home, and know exactly what’s it’s doing up here, and according to all of our data, it should be fine. So what’s the one thing we weren’t able to replicate exactly on Earth? The one thing we barely understand?” 

Silence. 

“The soil. It’s leaching into our compost. It has to be. I have a feeling it’s the perchlorate levels. If Martian soil is leaching into our terrestrial compost, we’re essentially trying to grow our food in rocket fuel.” 

“We’ve already consulted with the world’s leading botonists, Commander, I think they would--” 

“I don’t want a botanist. I don’t need a three-million dollar moron to tell me what I already know. No offense, Jim,” she says to the mission’s botanist sitting to her left. 

“None taken,” he shrugs. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with their food either. 

“If you’re worried about perchlorate levels,” the director says, his voice measured, “we’ll re-consult the chemists.” 

“No. No, you’re not--” Lexa struggles to keep her temper in check. She takes a deep breath, willing herself not to shout. Though they’d long since figured out how to cut the travel time of radio frequencies between Earth and Mars down to something nearly resembling a phone call, Lexa had grown up in her NASA career accustomed to the minute-long, sometimes hour and day-long communication delays it took the radio signals to make it to Earth and back, and she’d learned it was always best to use that time to find your composure, regroup and get the point across. 

“Look,” she starts in again, calmer this time, “We have a botanist and two chemists sitting right next to me as we speak. Three of the best, and they don’t know what’s going on. Your minds back home don’t know what’s going on. I want something else.” 

“What, Lexa? What do you want? We can’t materialize scientists out of thin air. We have tried. Our best option is to send a supplies mission to you before your rations run out.” 

“That’s not feasible, and you know it. We can’t subsist on freeze-dried green beans for the two years it takes you to get a supplies mission here. We need to fix what we’ve got.” 

“What do you want, Lexa?” The director asks in defeat. “You want biologists? Geologists? They’re all going to say the same thing. There’s only so much they can do from here.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Exactly what?” 

“I don’t want anymore radio consults. I want someone here.” 

“Out of the question.” 

“An edaphologist.” 

“No.” 

“30 seconds ago you were willing to spend 4 billion dollars to send us a bunch of freeze dried meat dust. Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Fix what we already have, Phil, and do it soon. Otherwise...are you prepared to tell the world you let 15 global citizens starve to death on a planet no one wanted us to stay on? Is that really where you want this to go? The world asked for exploration, not colonization, and this is why. We don’t belong here. But as long as we are, I’d really like to not waste away on this red hellhole for the next 378 days that our rations last.” 

“Charming, Lexa. That’s real nice, I’m sure your team loves to hear their commander talking like that.” 

“My team aren’t ostriches with their heads in the sand! They all know what’s goin on here. They know what’s at stake. Don’t patronize them by acting like a supply mission that gets here in two years is going to solve our problems. Do what’s right, Phil, god dammit!”

The silence that follows is so long, Lexa almost thinks that the connection has been lost...or terminated. Her backs hits her chair in exhaustion and frustration as she rubs her hand over her face.  

“Who.” Comes the equally exhausted, finally, voice over the radio. 

Lexa sits ups, re-energized. “What?” 

“Who do you want.” 

It takes her less than a second. “Griffin. Clarke Griffin.” 

“Lexa...” 

“I know what NASA thinks of her, but I’ve read her proposals and she knows what she’s doing, and with all due respect sir, if you didn’t have your heads so far up your asses about her father, you’d know it too.   She’s the one for this job. If I’m wrong, permission granted to launch me into the Kuiper belt.” 

A long sigh echoes over the comms, then: “Of all the people in the world, you want the daughter of the man who intentionally tanked a 38 billion dollar mission citing a misplaced sense of moral high ground.”

“I want the solution, sir. And she’s it.”

*** Part 2? Should I? 

[virzafar]

From the archives of The New Yorker, 04/21/12: “Stargazers” by Vir Singh

“I’m leaving,” Astrid announces as she unceremoniously plops a camper-style backpack down on her bed. 

Moesche looks up suddenly from where he’s lounging on his own bed with a government-issued book in hand. Astrid looks frantic with her hair in her face and the corners of her eyes puffy, looking like she just cried or she’s about to cry or some winning combination of the two. 

Moesche puts his book down as he sits up, trying to get a better gauge of the situation. Astrid is unrelentless as she starts packing, grabbing things from the closet without much regard. Too many shirts, Moesche notices, and not enough pants. Is she even packing socks? 

He watches her hands move, quick and unsystematic. She’s shivering slightly, keeps pulling her sleeves down lower. Nervous. She’s nervous. She’s leaving.

“Oh,” is all Moesche says in response. It’s not like he hasn’t seen this coming at all. Astrid hasn’t exactly been a happy camper since the president issued a nation-wide containment order, but they’ve been in this bunker for nearly three months now and Astrid’s disdain has almost faded, become background noise for an otherwise mundane life.  “Why?”

“Because,” Astrid says as she chucks a first aid kit into a side pocket of the backpack, “I can’t just sit around here anymore doing nothing. If the government isn’t willing to give me some answers I’ll go out and get them myself.” 

“Oh,” Moesche says again.

“You sound like a parrot, Mo,” Astrid says. 

Moesche doesn’t reply, taking out a lighter from his pocket and playing with that instead. The flame flickers on then off, on then off, on then off – he finds solace in the repetition of it. 

“Well?” Astrid asks. “Are you coming?”

Moesche looks up from the lighter at the guards standing by the doors leading outside. He thinks of the large fence towering over the Safety Facility and the unknowns waiting for them beyond that.

“Eh,” he says, running a hand through his curls and gives a curt shrug. “I’ll try anything once.” 

Astrid seems to accept that as she tosses an empty backpack towards him.

“I’m still a little lost,” Moesche says. “What makes you sure there’s going to be aliens at this place?”

“No, not aliens,” Astrid tells him. She sounds tired. “Information about aliens.”

“Fine. What makes you sure there’s going to be information about aliens at this place?”

“It’s called ‘Area 51’. The government kept classified information in it years ago, inaccessible to the public eye. It was eventually abandoned once their secrets became too vast to keep confiscated to a single facility, which is when they adopted Island Luesch for use instead. But there’s hundreds of official statements claiming that they never fully cleared out their facilities. All we have to do is get there, break in, and find the right files,” Astrid says matter-of-factly.

“And this is a theory you were just sitting on for a rainy day?”

 “Before they rounded us up, I read a ton of books about it as a part of my research thesis,”  she says. There’s a tinge of sadness in her tone, an underlying bittersweetness about the studies in history that she had to abandon. Moesche can’t say he doesn’t understand it – there’s very little he wouldn’t do to live just another day in the life he had before the UFOs made the sky black and turned society into a place to be evacuated.

“When was this 51 place shut down?” Moesche asks. 

Astrid scratches the back of her head, avoiding his gaze as she answers with a timid, “Around 2050.”

“Almost 80 years ago?” Moesche asks in disbelief. Astrid’s silence is enough of an answer. “You snuck out of the safety of government care to investigate a hunch from a place that shut down nearly 80 years ago? We might as well deep-sea dive to find Atlantis!”

“I know!” Astrid shouts back. “I know, I just – I don’t know. I have a gut feeling about this place. I have to trust myself. I need you to trust me too.”

Silence swallows them. When Astrid meets Moesche’s gaze again she looks decades younger.

“I trust you,” Moesche says finally, and he tries to sound sincere. Astrid smiles at him and the thank you is spoken without a word exchanged.

With that, she gains a new perk in her step, picking up the pace slightly from the casual strides they had been taking. Moesche follows right after, gripping his backpack as if it would fall off otherwise.

“Come on, I want to get through at least another two miles before we rest for the day.”

It doesn’t take long for them to grow tired of walking. Moesche spends a whole day trying to remember what his father had taught him when he was still certain Moesche would inherit the family body shop, but he eventually manages to hijack an abandoned car with three paper clips and some radio gadgets.

“Impressive,” is all Astrid says before she claims the driver’s seat. 

They switch off cars each time they run out of power, sometimes lasting longer if they find a working charging port on the side of the road. They try their best to avoid driving by other Safety Facilities scattered across the countries. Like scavengers, they keep moving out of fear of what may follow them.

At night, Moesche begs desperately for his subconscious to bring him pleasant dreams, memories of what Earth once looked like – greens, browns, blues. Instead, he gets blackness with snippets of dialogue he think he may have once said.

“I want a war,” his voice at age 12 echoes one night. “Life is so mundane. I want the world to see what I’m capable of.” 

It seems he’s gotten his wish.

He was most worried about finding food sources when they first left, though it turns out they have more food at their disposal than they could ever consume. With the government promising an endless supply of federally issued supplies in their designated Safety Facility, there was no need for the people to raid supermarkets out of blind panic. As a result, the two of them bounce from town to town and pick up whichever perishables appeal most to them with plenty to choose from.

Today, they sit on the roof of their latest ride and eat lunch in silence. For Astrid, this consists of a can of peaches and a jar of strawberry jam; for Moesche, a stale loaf of bread and a can of corn. 

“What’s your theory?” Moesche asks as he rips a bite from the baguette in his hand. 

“About the aliens?” Astrid asks.

“Mhmm,” he says. “Where do you think they came from? What do you think we’ll find in those files?”

“You’ll never be able to look at me again without imagining a tinfoil hat on my head,” Astrid says.

“I think we’re well past that.” To make his point, Moesche gives a wave-around at the terrain around them as if to say ‘look where you’ve gotten me’. Astrid laughs. 

“I have a few theories,” she admits. Moesche quirks on eyebrow at her as if to prompt her to go on, which she does. “Mainly, it’s that the government did this as a reason to expand their military-industrial complex. A month before the aliens invade, all of Earth’s world leaders finally sit down after a human history spent fighting each other to finally find some international peace and decrease military spending to effectively zero. 

“Then the aliens arrive, and after a century of the media brainwashing us to fear them, we’re willing to do just that. The government jacks up its defense spending to more than double of what it was to fight off the immediate threat, and eventually the UFOs leave and the people come out of their bunkers.

“But wait! The government insists that it keep expanding its military to get bigger and better technology in case they ever return. The military is left to stay rich forever, the people feel protected from intergalactic threats at the cost of trillions.” Astrid pauses to express a self-satisfied smirk before adding on, “It’s just a theory though. What do I really know?”

“Maybe a little too much,” Moesche says. He scoops another heaping of corn onto the bread and takes a bite.  It goes down dry and tasteless.

“I was going to be an astronaut, you know,” Moesche says. They lie on a field looking at the stars somewhere in Middle America – Kansas, maybe. It’s hotter than where they came from.

“Were you?” Astrid asks. 

“I just finished a summer internship with NASA when the aliens came,” he says. “Ironic, no?”

“Bitterly so,” she says with a frown. “Were you any good?”

“They certainly thought so. Offered me a permanent position after my internship ended. I said no,” he admits.

“Why?” she asks.

“There was something else I needed to do.” His voice breaks ever-so slightly at the thought as he clenches the grass they’re sitting on a little tighter. “I told myself I’d come back to it.”

“You still could,” she offers, though it’s laced with a kind of false optimism that neither of them can quite buy into.

“I’m not so sure,” he says. There’s a long pause as he stares up to the stars, and when he speaks again, he speaks with a whisper. “How do we forgive ourselves for the life we never got to live?”

They’ve been on the road for two months now. According to their heavily-calculated, maybe-accurate, please-God-don’t-let-them-down predictions, this means they should be arriving at Area 51 today. Astrid buzzes; Moesche might throw up.

“Maybe we should think a little more about this,” Moesche suggests. “Take some time to really hash out the details, make a more concrete battle plan, consider all possibilities —” 

“There it is,” Astrid says. Moesche looks up from the dashboard of today’s car and squints into the distance, only to be met with an imposing gray building barely a mile away. 

“There it is,” Moesche confirms. Astrid grins manically and steps on the gas pedal. Moesche holds on tight to his seat and mutters a prayer to a god he stopped believing in long ago.

They pull up as close to the building as they can, and when they step out, Astrid all-but sprints to get to the building as Moesche jogs behind her. He expects an electric fence, a pack of dogs, a well-regulated militia to be awaiting them at the entrance of this place. Instead, a door that’s only just pulling through hangs by a hinge that the two of them can push to the side with ease.

“Where do we even begin to look?” Moesche asks, but Astrid pays him no mind. She’s too busy walking towards a large filing cabinet with a stretch of tape covering it labeled ‘CLASSIFIED’. “Oh. I guess that’s a start.”

Astrid wastes no time, ripping the label off hastily and throwing it away with a kind of dying urgency. Moesche stands warily to the side, watching as she opens cabinet after cabinet and sifts through file after file, only to find nothing. He thinks perhaps this is a good thing, that the government is hiding nothing from them after all, that they can pack their bags and get out of here. With time, he could forget this whole trip even happened.

“Oh my god,” Astrid breathes so quietly Moesche almost misses it. She stands over what must be the hundredth file she’s gone through, and by the look of her wide eyes, it seems she’s finally found what she’s looking for. “Oh my god, Moesche. It’s everything I could have imagined and more. You’ve got to see this, this is absolutely —” Astrid voice cuts off as soon as she turns around. “...Mo? Why are you holding a gun?”

“You never should have come here,” is the last thing Moesche says before his fingers pull the trigger. The first bullet hits Astrid’s rib cage; the second bullet hits her head. She falls to the ground, hands splayed in front of Moesche’s feet. 

He steps over her corpse delicately, grabs the file from where Astrid had left it, and proceeds to unlock the bottom drawer of the cabinet. There, an explosive awaits him, which he bends down and programs to go off within five minute. He picks up the holo-phone from inside of his shirt, presses two numbers, then holds it to his ear. “It’s done,” he says. He flips the device closed and throws it behind him.

 He doesn’t look back.

[bluevelvetseb]

Under the stars (Sebastian x reader)

A/n: This is my first fic ever so hope you guys like it?

Warnings: fluffiest of fluff fluffing ever

You ran across the field under the glow of the moonlight. A hand dragging you around.

“Seb if you don’t slow down I’m gonna trip and take down everything, including you!” You said as you were trying to keep your balance. Carrying a picnic basket and a blanket made it even more difficult.

Seb let out a laugh but slowed down and stopped. He turned to look at you with a huge grin, out of breath he said,

“This is the perfect spot anyways” Taking the blanket out of your hands and laying it on the soft grass.

“Bless the lord Jesus! I haven’t ran since high school. I thought I was gonna die!” You sighed dramatically, placing the picnic basket down and finally dropping to the ground, lying on your back.

Seb rolled his eyes but laughed at you, sitting down next to your lying figure.

“It wasn’t that bad drama queen” he scoffed.

You turned your head and looked up at him.

“Not that bad? I saw my life flashing before my eyes!” You exclaimed grinning up at him. He said nothing but smiled down at you. After dating for so long you knew what that smile meant. And every time, it still manged to give you butterflies.

“I love you so much” he said.

“I love you too.” He bent down and gave you a toe

curling, heart stopping kiss.

You guys pulled apart and you sat up and placed your head on his shoulder, looking over at the sea.

You guys sat in comfortable silence as the waves crashed into the shore. You felt a kiss on your head and snuggled into seb more.

Although you were wearing sebs NASA hoodie you felt the chill of the night breeze. Autumn was on its way so you knew the nights were just gonna get colder but you didn’t mind. Autumn was your favorite season and nothing beats autumn in New York.

Seb places his arm on your waist and squeezed your side.

“How about we start eating the food before it gets cold, huh?”

You hummed in agreement and started taking out the food while he brought out the dishes.

You guys munched on your food and talked about your day. His busy schedule kept him away for most days, you didn’t mind though. You knew what you were getting into when you got into the relationship. The cameras, the gossip, the haters. It all would’ve been too much if it wasn’t for Sebastian. He makes it all worth it, you wouldn’t change a damn thing.

You heard your name being called out a few times and finally came out of your daydream, Turing your attention towards Sebastian.

“Huh?”

“I said if you were done” he laughed. “What’s going in the little head of yours micuța mea?”

You looked into his eyes and said “Just thinking about the last few years” you smiled. “They have been the best years of my life, thank you.”

You watched as a smile grew on his face. Next thing you knew you were thrown into the ground and screaming with seb on top of you showering your face with kisses while tickling your sides.

“Seb stop it!!” you screamed as he kept tickling you. This lasted for about 15 more seconds and then he just laid on top of you with his arm at your side trying not to crush you. You were still trying to catch your breath after laughing so much when he kissed your forehead.

“When did you become such a sap?” He laughed out loud, his nose scrunching up. You pouted up at him.

“I’m not a sap, nerd”

“Is that supposed to be offensive because I wholeheartedly agree, micuța mea” he smirked.

“Whatever.” Rolling your eyes at him.

“But I’m also thankful for you. You stuck around for after everything and made my life better. I don’t think I’ll be able to thank you enough.” He murmured and then placed a kiss onto your pouted lips and pulled away.

It was your turn to smirk “Who’s the sap now?” You pulled him back down for a passionate kiss.

After your heavy makeout session you both pulled away and tried catching your breath once again.

He rested your his forehead onto yours and you both stayed like that for a couple seconds before he pulled away.

“Okay I think it’s time for the show” he smiled down at you as he got off of you and laid down next to you.

He had told you a couple days ago that on this night the stars would shine brighter than any other day of the year. Being a space nerd that Sebastian is he convinced you to have a late picnic/ stargazing date. (Not that you would’ve said no to btw)

You both looked up to the night sky. You were trying to identify the constellations in the sky but your lack of knowledge of the stars made it a tad more difficult, at least for you.

Seb pointed to the sky

“That’s andromeda constellation.” He blurted out. You turned to see his face. He looked like a child on Christmas morning. His eyes wide and sparkling, mouth wide open in a grin. You knew that space and everything surrounding that always fascinated seb, ever since he was a little kid. He would always talk to you about new discoveries, made you follow NASA on Instagram and sending you any new post from them and geeking out.

You remember the day when he came home and told you he was gonna be in the movie, The Martian.

It was your day off from work and you had spent the morning down at the cafe near your apartment, responding back to emails, fixing anything you had to fix. Still working hard on your day off. You took a sip of your hot chocolate, instantly warming you up since you can still feel the chill of the crisp New York morning. Seb has gone out to deal with some stuff from work, so you know you had most of the day to yourself. After two hours of work, you decided to head back home.

You spent the rest of day relaxing and listening to music. Around 8 o’clock, you were reading a book as Billie Holiday played softly in the back when you heard the door open and excited an ‘babe’ shouted out. You heard the patter of running steps coming to the living room.

You turned turned your head to see your excited boyfriend with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. The smile where his eyes are crinkled. You put down your book just in time for seb to come over and pick you up and spin you around.

“Woah, woah! What’s going on!” You yelped.

Seb stopped spinning you around and just held you close.

“I got the job!” He said excitingly.

The job? What job? You thought to yourself until it hit you. You pulled away from his embrace and hit his shoulder in disbelieve.

“Martian? You got Martian!?” You yelped out, your excitement now at sebs level.

“Yes!!” He exclaimed. You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck and kissed him. He accepted the kiss as soon as you put your lips on him.

“Omg that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you sebby!” You knew that he was super nervous about the audition and then waiting to see if he got the part.

You knew that he would get the part, no doubt.

“Thanks love.” he smiled as he put you you down and you guys made your way back to the couch.

After you guys got comfortable on the couch. With you laying on his chest, enjoying the feeling of each other. Billie holiday still playing in the background.

“I can’t believe I got the part, this is the closet I’m ever gonna get to going to space!” The literal 5 year old said.

You giggled and cuddled into him more.

“You big space nerd.”

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“If I could be anything else, I would be a star.” Seb mumbled after 30 minutes of staring at the night sky and pointing out everything.

You turned to look at him.

“A star huh?”

He hummed a yes. And looked at you.

“What kind of star?” You asked

“I’m not quite sure, I don’t think it matters to me.” He explained.

You started at his face, studying it for a couple seconds. Lingering on his blue eyes for most of the time.

“I’d think you’d be a blue giant” you finally said.

“And why’s that?”

“Something about those eyes of yours” you chuckled.

He laughed but agreed. “Can’t argue with that, my eyes are quite beautiful.” He bragged.

“Alright Mr. Narcissistic.” You snorted. But you couldn’t be able to disagree with him.

Another 30 minutes passed and you guys decided it was time to go home. Although the sounds of the city were relaxing on a fine Sunday night, you decided to play some music.

The night ended with you guys heading home singing, laughing and dancing.

[inazumafocus]

Fake it

AFUHIRU MONTH

DAY FOUR AND FIVE: Victory&Love + Bluff RATING: Green TAGS: fake dating, idiots in love, kissing, getting together AO3 LINK: HERE

Their love was a lie. The hands holding while walking down the street, the small complicit smiles, the kissess in forn of their firends and family. All of it. They were like a walking bluff, using each other as a cover to do whatever they pleased in the background.

It all started with a party, because of course it did when it came to dumb decisions of twenty something years old gay guys alone at a bar. They had been freinds for almost two years now, Hiruma and Afuro, brought together by their commons group of friends and then stuck with each other due to their common love for vanilla cigarettes and gambling. Well, Hiruma loved to win and Afuro had tons of fun watching him play and play all his opponents like idiots. After all, he always had a passion for observing people, Hiruma was just slightly more interesting with his shark grin and skilled hands. So that night after a good poker session, they were both sitting at the bar, smoking and sipping their drinks, letting the music of the dance floor fill the comfortable silence between them, when Afuro had just about the dumbest idea ever. Even now he wondered where the fuck did that came from.

"So I was thinking-"

"Uh-oh a very dangerous way to start off a conversation when it's you saying it. Should I be scared?"

He gave a light punch on the shoulder to Hiruma, chuckling at the ironic remark and the continued

"idiot. It's just that... you know there are lot's of things I could bet on. Like acing my next exam or that that girl will ask the barman out. The only thing I have no intention on betting is love"

He took a pause, watching the transparent drink in his hand before looking back up in Hiruma's eyes

"So why don't we start to fake date?"

The other looked at him with both eyebrows raised, stopping mid smoke in an expression of pure surprise he rarely had ever seen on his face

"Well you don't have a boyfriend, I don't have a boyfriend. You are too focused on your studies and don't want any distraction but are very annoyed by your friends and your brother always asking when will you find someone. And I don't want to risk ending up with a broken heart but don't want to finish college as the poor lonely guy who wasn't able to get himself a guy because too selective!"

"You are very selective though"

"Shut up, it's called having standards"

"And I fit in your standards?"

Hiruma's surprised expression had turned into a cocky grin that unfortunatelly was able to make him smile. He took a sip of his cocktail and returned the grin in the dim purple light.

"Surely the ones for a fake boyfriend. So, what do you say, want to live your last year of college in peace?"

And for the worst, or maybe the best, Hiruma did shook his hand that night. Maybe because Afuro had a point, maybe because he simply wanted to have fun and see where that crazy idea would've lead them.

Oh, he really had no idea.

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Strangely enough, them dating didn't create the ruckus Afuro had originally imagined. Surely when two guys from the same group of friends started seeing each other it was bound to create chaos among the others, or at least surprise. He wasn't really expecting a "finally" from everyone sat at the fast food table. Hiruma and him exchanged confused glances. What did they mean by that? For a second both their hands flinched with the desire to escape the suddenly uncomfortable presence of the other, but they couldn't. Now they had made it official and it would've been pathetic to call the play off after just few seconds. Yet the discomfort lingered throughout all the evening.

On the way back to Hiruma's car, because of course they even thought about going there together just to make everything more realistic, they never once dared to look at the other. Then the silence became unbearable and Afuro snapped, turning around to face Hiruma from his seat.

"Let's kiss"

He was really starting to be a champion of taking Hiruma by surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's kiss, you know, to make the discomfort go away-"

"Is that how it works?"

"How am I supposed to know? I never had a boyfriend, neither fake nor real!"

"Then how do you know it will do the trick?"

"Well, I don't, but it works in the movies"

"Oh so you're knowledge comes from fiction"

"Always better than this awkward silence between us, it's getting on my nerves"

Afuro then took Hiruma's head between his hands, frowning at the other's grin.

"What?"

"You just want to kiss me, admit it"

He scoffed, getting closer since Hiruma didn't stop him.

"You wish"

Of course he didn't want to kiss him! ... Did he? Their lips lightly brushed against each other and with both their eyes closed, they missed the faint blush on their cheeks only visible in the moonlight. Unknown by anyone, their hearts skipped a beat and before the situation could get out of hand, they backed off, looking each outside his own car window into the night. It has been as if they were both struck by lightning. Now the silence was even more uncomfortable, but because of how fast their hearts were drumming against their chest.

"So... how was it?"

"Terrible, it didn't help at all, your ideas suck"

"Agreed but also fuck you. Let's not do that ever again"

"What about our play?"

"Well, let's just say we are not a PDA couple, easy, holding hands is more than enough, right?"

Hiruma was silent for a moment too long before looking back in front of him and starting the engine of the car. Strange.

"...Yeah"

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Four months had passed since the "car accident", or so they had decided to call it, and their situation had only gotten worse. Faking love in front of the others was easy, they were both perfect liars, but when they hang out alone together it was not... strange. They would automatically reach for the other's hand even when no one was around, just for retreating after only having grazed over it slightly, as if burnt by that skin. And each time they happened to laugh and get closer instinctively, when their shoulders brushed together, they'd flinch and stop, keeping their distance because there was somthing different. Something was off in their relationship since they had started that fake dating thing. They never had those problems and if they were just friends it shouldn't have mattered, right? It shouldn't have mattered how their heart seemed to go crazy every time the other sat close to them, or how they began to notice more the way the other's laugh sounded. They shouldn't still be thinking about that one small, insignificant kiss after four whole months. Then why?

Hiruma had tried a full immertion in his studies, Afuro went out almost every night to different clubs. They were both desperate to understand what the hell was going on with their relationship and why every time the other wasn't around they had began to feel that absence. But no walls ot text and no nights spent dancing could help them in the end. It was the most frustrating thing they had ever had tp bear. Because they couldn't understand what exactly went wrong in their amaing plan to bluff at love. They thought they had won that round against life, that by using the other as a protective shield towards annoying eyes they could've spent their youth doing whatever they pleased. Instead they had began to find out that "whatever they pleased" was pretty boring without the other.

“What do you mean you two aren’t really dating”

Midorikawa stopped sipping is soy milk, looking straight at Afuro with question mark stamped on his face. Why was he so surprised by the new? And why wasn’t no one surprised when they had announced their dating instead? Afuro sighed and stopped playing with his lemon tart.

“Why that face, it’s not like I ever thought about him as more than a friend”

Now his friend was clearly annoyed, arms crossed over his green NASA sweater and frowning at him as if he had just insulted his intelligence.

“Afuro, please! You’ve always looked at him almost drooling when he couldn’t see you. Plus if you’re only great friends, why did you tell me it’s not going that well? You should be laughing at this whole thing but you called me on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Ever thought of why?”

“Well, I-“

“You’re in love, dumbass, you’ve been for almost three years now, get a grip!”

If words could place a perfect hook at the heart, Mido’s one just did. He was... in love? With Hiruma? He suddenly remembered how his heart had almost fainted when they kissed that night in the car and it finally downed on him. He blushed. No, impossible, unacceptable, how come he never noticed? Oh god he felt so dumb, he wanted to vanish from that café.

What was he supposed to do now?

“Hiruma stop acting like a child and come back here!”

Mamori, the posed, elegant, refined Mamori, was shouting down the street while rushing down her friend who just stormed off after she dared to question his judgment. What a baby Hiruma could be at times- But being slapped with “how didn’t you notice you had been slowly falling for Afuro this entire time” was just too much for his pride as a genius to take. It’s not like he didn’t notice it... ok fine he didn’t and that was maybe the worst part, because now he was starting to put the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together and was quickly realising how big of an idiot he had been. The reason why he had accepted that stupid fake dating deal or the car kiss or for all the times his heart had almost combust, everything had happened because almost three years ago he had marked Afuro as completely out of his league, so when he presented himself with that absurd idea... He must have unconsciously thought of it as the only opportunity he would ever had to call Afuro “his”. But now that he knew, he just wanted to vanish from that street.

What was he supposed to do now?  

They broke up. Or at least they tried to, it’s what they had both been thinking about, to call it off before the other could notice something was wrong. Funny how they were in prefect sync without even realising. So they had meet up at the same old bar as if nothing was up, they ordered a drink each and sat in silence looking at the dance floor from above.

“I think we should stop this”

They turned around and looked at each other with eyes wide with surprise having spoken at the same time.

“Wait, you want to break up with me?”

Afuro felt... strange, hurt. Why did Hiruma want to break up with him? Did he do something wrong?

“Well that’s my line, didn’t you like my company?”

Hiruma smile was bitter and he was quick to avert his eyes. Really strange of him. As for him, he began to stutter a bit, shaking his head.

“No! I mean yes of course I liked your company, we’re... friends, right?”

“Sure, what else could we be?”

His chest hurt so much he had to clench it to try and stop is throbbing heart, eyes now glued to the ground. If Hiruma had been meaning to end their fake dating then there was no point in trying to confess his newfound feelings for him. He wast stuck there and didn’t know what to do or what to say. For the first time in forever he just wanted to cry. In his dumb attempt to avoid heartbreak he ended up with one, what a joke...

Hiruma on his end, couldn’t stomach the sight of a pained Afuro, he felt sick just watching how his red eyes lose their magic shine. But why was Afuro almost crying if he didn’t mean anything to him at least a little bit? Well, maybe to win that hand in life he wasn’t supposed to bluff after all...

“Terumi-“

He reached out for him, one arm swinging around his shoulders as his face got closer  to the other’s. They were inches apart and this time... This time he was the one going in for the kiss, taking those slightly trembling lips while looking Afuro’s eyes going wide in surprise and taking advantage of his lowered defences to try and going in deeper. Afuro felt like melting against those lips, his heart pounding like crazy as his brain tried desperately to get around what was going on. Hiruma was... kissing him, for real this time, but he just tried to dump him! Well, he tried that too but just because he had thought- He thought... He felt his mind slipping away and his eyelids felt heavier than usual while his hands grabbed onto the seat, sweaty and shaky. When they broke apart, he wished they didn’t.

“Was... was that a break up kiss?”

Hiruma couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head only a breath away from his lips

“Seriously, what kind of movies do you watch? That was a kiss kiss, I like you, Terumi, I think I’ve always did.”

His mind stopped functioning and he could clearly feel it falling apart as he stared in those deep blue eyes with disbelief. What did he just say?

“But you- you wanted to break up our fake dating-“

An exasperated sigh

“Yes! Because I don’t want to fake date you, I want to actually date you. And actually kiss you, just like I just did... if you want, that’s it”

Afuro... Started laughing, surprising Hiruma once more and having to bend over, holding his stomach while deep in a fit of laughter. That, everything was just- so damn crazy it was hilarious. So he had just been an idiot all that time, worrying over nothing?

“Did I just say something funny-“

He placed a hand on the other’s torso, holding onto him while he tried to stop laughing, drying his tears of relief and shaking his head.

“So... so you were the one who wanted to kiss me huh?”

The quote made Hiruma blush and it was priceless.

“N-no, I mean yes but-“

He took his face between soft hands once more, smiling at him like he had never done before. He felt so happy in that moment he didn’t even have words to describe it.

“It’s ok, I wanted to kiss you too anyway, had been for a long while actually”

And they kissed again, smiling against each other’s lips as the world around them kept going in the distance. Who would’ve thought that the two biggest liars had to stop bluffing in order to win at love...

[psycho-slytherin]

Let’s give you some strange prompts lol - Hobi goes to outer space 🚀

Warning: some language

“Hey, y/n, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal… uhhhh… remember how you owe me a favor cause I bought you ice cream last week?”

“Yes?” you reply suspiciously. Hoseok’s voice sounds panicked over the phone, and there’s a dull roar in the background. “Hobi, where are you?”

“Look, before I tell you anything, just know that it’s not my fault, okay?” your friend whispers into the phone. “And I’ll never do it again.”

“Hobi–”

“I mean, Kook basically dared me to do it, and it was really easy too, like, I’m kind of concerned, this sort of thing is supposed to be impossible, but here I fucking am…”

“Hoseok, what did you–”

“The point is, I didn’t know the doors would lock behind me and now I kinda need your help because I’m trapped and it’s making noises–”

“Jung Hoseok! What have you done?” you shout into your phone, drawing stares from passersby. “I told you to stop doing almost-illegal things!”

“I’m, uh… you know how NASA is gonna send a capsule to the International Space Station?”

“No. Why would I know that? Why would you know that?”

“I didn’t, until ten minutes ago. I’m sort of… in the capsule?”

You stop breathing. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Heh, I wish. No, for real, Kook bet me that I couldn’t sneak onto the ISS, so I got in here as a joke, but apparently takeoff is happening, like, today, and the door won’t open so y’know, I’m a little bit freaking out–” Hobi’s normally sunshiney bright voice has taken on a note of urgency.

“You’re… in a space capsule?” you repeat, dumbfounded.

“Yes! Keep up, y/n! I need you to– oh, sh-it!”

The line goes dead.

“What? What happened? Hobi? Hobi?” You hear a rumble and the people on the sidewalk beside you stop and stare as the space capsule streaks into the sky, leaving naught but a trail of clouds– and taking with it, your best friend.

“Hobi…” you murmur, staring at the pod as it rockets into space. “What the fuck, man.”

Send me random prompts!

[princessfanonanona]

For the University Danny AU, Nasa creates a call that the best project (with video and everything) receives a visit or something if, and Danny porposes a visit to Mars and collecting materials with the help of ghost portals and gets the whole astronomy club into that and everyone goes to Mars for a day. (with the help of fenton technology and the coffe ghost)

You. You are brilliant. Fantabulous. Awe astounding. I like the way you think.

Okay but like seriously?

Anjie is the one who finds out about it, right before winter break and makes a big announcement at the start of the club meeting. How they ended up as president of the club is still somewhat of a mystery.

"Alright space nerds, I have the coolest news. NASA is doing a competition to see who's the biggest nerd in space nerdom."

"In English, please?" Brandon asks.

Miles messes with the projector and a large promo display pops up behind Anjie with a big NASA logo. It details the competition.

"NASA basically wants submissions for space related projects, video recorded, that 'wow' them." Miles explains. "The winners get a free trip to NASA itself, tour, goodies, and shadowing of some of the top names. The whole shebang."

"Anything space related?" Danny asks from the back of room. His freckles are glowing.

"Anything." Anjie smiles bright. "I do request a formal proposal. We're not heathens afterall."

"Oh no," Miles mutters quietly.

Danny's freckles brighten as he sits up. "I would like to formally propose a field trip."

"Is this field trip going to stay on Earth?" Miles asks.

"Don't be such a peasant," Anjie chides Miles. They turn back to Danny. "Where do you suggest?"

"I was planning on visiting Keppler-442b but I think that might be a bit much," Danny starts.

"You think?!" Miles intersects.

"That's an option?" One of the new freshman squeaks.

"So I was thinking Mars is just next door," Danny continues without acknowledging either interruptions. "And besides, I was sorta planning on going there anyway to fix Opportunity and Curiosity."

There's a moment of silence in the club room.

"Danny no." Miles sounds so tired.

"Danny yes." Anjie is positively gleeful. "We are proceeding forward with Project Rover Rescue." They take their judge hammer (which is really a tennis ball painted to look like earth on an old Harry Potter wand) and slams it onto the bell on the podium.

The room erupts in noise. The veteran club members abuzz with excitement while the new freshmen are completely baffled.

"We are not going to Mars!" Miles shouts over the noise. The room quiets somewhat.

"Why not?" Anjie asks.

"I can think of multiple reasons." Miles says. "Starting and ending with survivability."

"Danny goes to space all the time though," Suzy cuts in.

"Danny does what?" Another freshman asks.

Danny turns to the new girl. "Oh yeah, all the time, wanna see the video of when I visited Gliese 667 Cc?"

"Oooh, put them on the projector, I haven't seen them either," Anjie says, gesturing Danny to the front of the room.

Danny obliges and pulls up the video for the club. Miles and Anjie have words in the background.

About ten minutes into the home video - Danny is talking in weird clicks and gurgles and whistles to what appears to be a sentient tree - Miles shouts, startling the room.

"Alright fine! We're going to Mars."

to be continued...

[cupcakemendes1]

Shawn Mendes Imagine -- First Date

After dining in a local, small-town diner in the south side of town, you and Shawn had agreed, the moment was too good to end so soon. Therefore, you kept the night going with a stargazing session with some of Kelly Clarkson's early hits from her Breakaway album playing in the background using the car aux cord and Spotify-- obviously, he had let you choose the songs. He was surely a gentleman.

Shawn was using his jacket as a blanket on the freshly watered grass in the empty field away from the light polluted city center. You were laying a good distance from the one and only Shawn Mendes. You were glad he had taken you out, but you were still intimidated by him since he was such a star with millions of fans. But now, you were at ease; you were right about him just being a goofy guy.

"Since You've Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson was playing in the background and you whisper the words quietly to yourself. You turn to Shawn, and he starts singing it loud and proudly out for the wind and moon to hear.

You laugh as you watch Shawn shouts the lyrics on the top of his longs like he's memorized all the lyrics. You notice the crows feet by his eyes as they're shut and his nose wrinkle up as he hits the high notes.

You and he laughed as the song ends.

You feel his fingers intertwine with yours, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest. Slowly breathing to calm yourself, you spark a conversation.

"You know, I always wanted to study the stars when I was about eight years old," you say. "Then I did an astronomy class in middle school and worked with real NASA equipment - at least that's what my eighth-grade teacher said- and we wrote a paper that was in a stack of others to be published about double stars. I fell more in love with it."

"Tell me about more." He says.

"What is there to tell?" You chuckle. "I mean, all I remember from those years was that there was a double star in one of the dippers, and we studied it."

Shawn glances over at you and smiles. His eyes meet yours, and chills and goosebumps travel down your arms and spine.

"I would love to have you teach me about the stars -- tell me the legends behind them all."

"Well, maybe before our next date, I'll do some research and tell you all these stories- if you tell me every story behind your songs. Agree?" You stick out your hand to Shawn, and Shawn takes it, shaking it up and down to seal the agreement.

"Promise."

You didn't dare to break contact, and neither did Shawn. Instead, he had pulled you closer until your lips were centimeters apart, and his large hands were on your cheeks. You didn't want to make the first attempt in fear he'd reject you, so you two were just in close proximity of each other. Shawn rubbed his thumb by your ear as he leaned in to press his slightly chapped lips against yours.

Then you woke up from that dream with a tingly sensation on your lips.

[aftermathdb]

DEATH BATTLE Review: Captain Marvel vs. Shazam.

The DEATH BATTLE Curse lives on.

Two heroes, with their title and role forced upon them by a mentor now duke it out to see who is a true marvel.

Captain Marvel′s Preview.

Thanks to a certain new movie that’s pretty popular right now, we have a general idea as to who she is. Inspired by her Navy dad, she wanted to be an astronaut. In order to do this, she joined the Air Force. But, one day, she was caught in an explosion from a machine called the Psyche-Magnitron.

Since (Plot twist) her mom was actually a Kree all along, Carol wasn’t killed, but instead, she got super powers!

But it was basically like being drunk. Except, instead of driving and ending up running people over with her car, Carol’s ‘drunken’ persona was a hero. Eventually, she figured it all out, and went through a lot of names. Like Ms Marvel, Warbird, Whiz Bang…

Until one day, a dear friend passed on. Inspired by her mentor, Carol then took  on the name Captain Marvel.

Captain Marvel has plenty of superhuman abilities. From your standard flight, super strength, speed, and a healing factor. She also has “precognitive awareness” that we’re just going to call a 7th Sense for the sake of this review.

But, Carol’s real power comes in form of her energy absorption. And when she gets enough of it, she basically turns into Moltres from Pokemon.

Her 7th Sense can give her an edge up on opponents too. As it lets her know what’s going to happen to her on the battlefield. And in her Binary form, she can bust up planets.

And what hero rundown would be complete without some impressive feats?

But Carol is hardly invincible. She’s got her limits on absorption, and her feats only go so far. Also, she doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to magic.

But, as an Avenger, Air force pilot, a NASA security guard and so much more, Carol’s not one to give up in the face of danger.

Shazam′s Preview.

Thanks to a certain new movie that’s pretty popular right now, we have a general idea as to who he is. Fifteen-Year old Billy Batson was an orphan kid, who didn’t really know the meaning of family. But one day, after running from some bullies, he was whisked away to the Rock of Eternity, where he was given incredible powers that he could access at the shout of a single word:

SHAZAM!

And with that, he became Captain Marvel… Okay, history lesson time.

See, Marvel kinda got a bit upset about the whole thing kinda intruding on their name. Carol came in about 20 years later than Billy there, but it’s a bit more complex than that.

See, Captain Marvel wasn’t originally made by DC, but by Fawcett Comics as a competitor to Superman (Incidentally, Fawcett is now used regularly in Shazam mythos. Whether it be the city that Billy resides in, or the school he goes to, it’s always there somewhere).

Anyways, DC wasn’t a fan of competition, and took Fawcett to court.

And they won. Meaning that Captain Marvel is now DC property.

But then Marvel got in on the game, and it got even more complex from there. Because of how copyright and trademarks worked, there was a bit of a feud of what was going on.

Long story short, Marvel owned the name, but DC owned the character. So, they battled it out in the courts until DC decided to just name the character Shazam.

As Shazam, Billy gains access to these powers:

For the record, Zeus once channeled enough power to destroy the shattered God, a guy who was originally broken by the original Big Bang.

Shazam also has a lot of other powers to draw from.

From a healing factor, to the ability to teleport to the Rock of Eternity, to being able to share his power with those he considers family, Billy’s got it all.

And for those of you who haven’t figured it out, like Boomstick, here’s how the word works:

With all these powers, he’s pulled off some ridiculous stuff.

Now, to match the Flash’s speed, Shazam would have to be able to match the Speed Force, which means that Shazam’s best speed would have to match up to about…

……… Still not a number that’s faster than EXE, but considering that it would be the Speed of Mercury vs. the Speed Force, I’d say that that’s a major move for the Flash.

Shazam also once did this:

Now, he once got hit by a thing called the Tessaract Bomb.

If you’re wondering what it does, then brace yourselves…

That. He survived thanks to his powers, but the fact that he survived it is impressive.

Of course, Shazam’s experience isn’t that impressive considering… He’s 15. But the fact that he’s managed to keep up with the best of them and be a true hero through and through. That’s one impressive feat for a guy who can basically be described as “The Ultimate Power Fantasy.”

The Battle Itself.

Zack is lead on animation. Terri Doty will reprise her role as Captain Marvel from before and Shazam will be voiced by Michael Kovach. Since transformation is inevitable, Billy is going to appear and will be voiced by Paige Stork (If someone could link me to her twitter, that would be great. In the meantime, that’s her Roosterteeth profile). Jerky as the sprite artist, Chris Kokkinos ob audio, and music (titled “Marvelous”) by Brandon Yates.

So the battle starts with Billy as Shazam just walking down the street messing around with his powers. Electrifying a lamp post, a car, and an ATM

An ATM that seems to be filled with… Mr Krabs’ first dollar? Since when do ATMs dispense one-dollar bills?

Anyways, Carol sees this, and since we all know how this would look to anyone without context, Shazam decides to skedaddle. But Carol gives chase, and we have a fight on our hands.

So, Shazam decides to power through the attacks, and then goes for one of his favorite go-to attacks: Flying the opponent up while grappling them to hit them with lightning.

But, since Carol’s powerset basically makes this move null, all it does is mega-evolve Carol into her Binary form.

And since Carol retains the properties of the energy she absorbs, she can magic Billy back to his original form.

Caught off-guard (Because there’s no way anyone could see that coming without knowledge of Billy’s origin), Billy transforms back into his Super-Hero persona.

So, Carol’s kinda mad about the fact that a fifteen-year old kid has been kicking her butt, so she’s done playing games as she charges

(For the record, this line is way more hammy than the screenshot makes it look. Speaking of, I’m thinking of shrinking the dialogue a bit and adding a background color to it to make the dialogue more visible but hopefully not interfere with the visuals).

So, after crashing underground for like… three seconds (How deep would that have to be for that to work?), Carol and Shazam exit at a subway station.

So Shazam brings it back to where it all began.

Right to deep space. So after tossing Carol through three other space rocks

Shazam gears up for a finishing blow.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Boom!

… How is it that no matter how badly you annihilate one of these hero-types, some shred of their uniforms somehow always manages to remain intact?

(Shout-out to anyone who knows that line)

Verdict + Explanation.

So, Carol holding her own against the likes of the Phoenix force and other cosmic beings certainly meant that she could hold her own against Shazam’s strength, she kinda fell short in a good chunk of the other categories.

Take speed, for instance. While Carol’s Binary form could reach the speed of light,

Shazam could use only a fraction of that to outpace her in that area.

Experience sorta went to Carol, but the Wisdom of Solomon would certainly close the gap a lot more. It’s really overpowered, to say the least.

But most importantly, Carol simply didn’t have the means to really take Shazam down in terms of strength.

Now, for the record, when Shazam punched a black hole into existence, he was giant at the time.

Now, judging by the size of the hole, we can determine the Schwarzchild Radius.

From there, we can determine the mass of the black hole.

And then we can figure out how much force it would take to make something like that.

And in case you’re wondering, a single foe is basically…

(We still haven’t broken EXE’s record of highest number ever recorded).

And this isn’t some weird outlier either. Zeus was able to destroy the shattered god.

While he had help from other gods that he was channeling energy through, this still means he has a fraction of that same power. Even if there were a thousand gods helping him out, Zeus’ power would still be, at minimum…

That level of power.

Credit where it’s due, though…

Overall impression.

Personal opinions aside, the fight was really well-animated, the dialogue was on-the-nose, and the results are what you’d expect. While I still find the comparisons to be shallow at best, the fight’s entertaining.

This isn’t a unique scenario like Flash vs. Quicksilver, nor is it a scenario with deeper comparisons like Venom vs. Bane, this is basically like a horse with a broken leg vs. a farmer with a tank… A tank that’s powered by a nuke!

7.0/10. It’s blatantly one-sided with no unique things about the scenario to make it feel like it was worth it. Outside of the music and animation, the scenario is still a straight fight. It’s not a death race. There’s no real deeper comparisons to be made. It’s just a fight. It’s a good fight, but not a unique one.

Next Time…

Huh… Well, time to see if the tier lists are lore complicit.

If we’re going off of Smash tier lists, then Wario takes it.

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Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you next time for…

King vs Waa!