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{i once again interrupt my lurking for a touch of commentary--}
Because a certain someone is now grumpy, at having realized Shizuma's birthday is tomorrow, yet there might not be spare time to go hunting for a gift--
#{|ooc post|}#{|dash commentary|}#not really dash comm but uhh-- i don't really know what other tag feels fitting lmao#so good enough X'D#but yeahhh-- between my head being empty for gift ideas-- and knowing i'll have to head out for a family event at some point tomorrow--#dunno if i'll find time to do birthday things--#if i do find time though-- then i might just try to finally do up the post i had in mind for last year e 3e#since i... never found the spoons to allow for me to get it done back then XP
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THAT'S 24 FUCKING SECONDS BABEYYYYYYY
#i had a lil episode ln#was drawing/animating for like 5 hours and halfway through i was like 'this isn't good enough' and switched to a DIFFERENT WIP and then#i had a little inspiration bomb and SWITCHED BACK#so i completed like 2 and a half shots on the one wip and then started another on my other wip#im never gonna finish either of these am i x'D#augh but its fun though#i love music
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Not surprised about the first part, DEFINITELY surprised by the percentage.
I'd like to formally thank @finepairingspodcast for entertaining me through my 9 hr bakery shifts with their binge-worthy podcast, for making me duck into the walk in every couple minutes from laughing so hard, and introducing me to AU's and Pairings I NEVER would have come across on my lonesome (and also for being what was playing when I got into my car accident. Don't worry that's not what caused it ;D).
If you haven't, go listen! Join me! It's ridiculous, wonderful, and a side-splitting good time!
#I had jears (jean tears) in my jeyes (jean eyes) listening to 50 Shades of Denim#I laughed so hard my stomach hurt#thank goodness we were wearing masks at the time#I prob would've looked insane if anyone saw my face x'D#pretty sure I quote 'I like you for fun on the side as hobby! on my own time!' almost every other day#(that'd be a fire shirt)#I can't gush about Fine Pairings enough#finepairingspodcast#Fine Pairings#fanfiction#cocktails#fine pairings podcast
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the most recognized as comedic song being the best part of the movie musical because the conventions that serve as a mode of communicating ideas, for example "people just bursting into song" or "choreography" or "'noticeably stylized' cinematography" that accentuates nonliteral nonrealism-invoking choices, are regarded as Silly or Frivolous. and the effort to shove everything else that's more "serious" into what is expected to be read as dramatic cinema that's not stylized in any ways that seem too "Genre" which only makes [but someone's singing?] underwhelming and out of place because no other elements are supporting it
#that plenty of Thee Establishment most concerned w/the commercial angle of musical theatre is also like ''musicals? is silly''#or rather is forever defensive about this. all the musicals you know tonys will be comfortable with b/c they're gently ''edgily'' Serious..#that old deh interview where p&p are like ''haha eugh we're not writing MUSICAL numbers musical numbers X'D this is serious this is real''#deh as a living room play....like don't get me wrong. all Critiques / dunks on deh the stage musical even deh the movie...are not the same#all mine are better and wiser. but actually really for example like ''ben platt old?? he hair a joke??'' are criticisms i reject lol#wait a second does anyone in the Stage Musical ever do any more dancey choreography than they do in sincerely me....probably not#remembering the great times of that jared goldsmith interview where they were telling him to walk less dancily in ywbf lmao#taking some chassés across the stage....finally looked up if ''sashay'' is just a misheard + phonetic ''chassé'' & yes#anyways and just connect this all to the broader issue of Any ''genre(tm)'' understood as like. Unserious. style that is so unartistic....#insert joe iconis talking about it. basically that if some Noticed ''unusual'' style usage is taken seriously it's presumed ''self aware''#such that it may be like; parody of; commentary on; homage to whatever Conventions....#like is a movie too associated with women as creators or audiences? some style choices that might seem to have some odd effect or w/e is#then just like wow guess this isn't good enough to be an experience i can completely intellectually disengage with as viewer....#whereas if it's Not ''''gendered'''' so associated enough w/men as creators & audience (not much room for ''&/or'' there) then like#oh that perhaps somewhat awkward noticeable Style Usage? that was innovative; fresh; if it's funny it's ''clever'' rather than comedic#Don't Even Get Me Started on comedy also being an unserious ''easy'' too-Genre(tm) lesser style / way to communicate ideas#but i'm already started! it's right in the premise! ppl not even noting Sincerely Me has any material About anything b/c like#well it's Just Funny. jared & alana are Easy parts b/c they're so often Funny & set apart from the Serious Drama of parental angst#i actually haven't seen that many movie musicals but the ones unembarrased about themselves are superior#plus the idea of Worthy funny/noticeably styleized things as being Distinguishingly ''Self Aware''....the idea of Being Funny as either#being Unselfawarely the butt of the joke; or awarely deliberately Clever as what makes one superior to others; laughing At them surely#and i'm right back as well to what i was musing on re: the limits of billions' own language and in turn the limit of ideas if it cannot eve#express otherwise / beyond....that worthiness is awarded with this Dignity backed by the elements of the medium as tv's discretion#versus if someone's undeserving & unserious; or usually deserving/serious but is messing up & we want you to notice; then#they Will be beset with some humiliation; probably at least more proximate to being Laughed At; material may go out of its way to do this#another thing is that billions seems to have so little to no room for anyone having a capacity to be Silly#people Being Funny On Purpose is largely making references or pwning another character; both establishing competitive Worthiness#another shift from 5x08 onward like. rian truly able to humor herself is gone with her desk clutter#the fate of winston's =] ness is found in 6x01 when both quants are being funny until rian's funniness goes [abuse coworker] mode#that illustration that Hierarchy generates a Joke; at someone's expense. characters (& the writing?) Can't do otherwise to him or fathom it
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@advnterccs sent: 💕 { For the Mortys 🤭 } Ship meme: in-depth edition || Selectively accepting !
[[ Replies under "read more" because my Morty ranted A LOT and it got really long xD ]]
How did they meet? ~ "T-Through our Ricks. T-They someone managed to, uh, split the timeline, b-by accident, you know? S-Something about a...portal gun malfunction. An-And all of a sudden t-there were two of everyone. M-Me included."
Who flirted with who first? ~ "I-I'm...not sure. W-We sort of complimented each other an-and stuff, b-but it wasn't real flirting? W-We don't really flirt even now tha-that we're together. J-Just from time to time, y-you know? We...are still learning how, uh, t-to do it properly. Haha..."
Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? ~ "S-Slowburn. W-We didn't like each other right away. A-Also because I...I didn't know that I, you know, l-like guys yet. O-Or maybe I did an-and didn't want to admit. B-But FM is the first boy I-I've ever had a real crush on, s-so...it too some time. An-And even after we realised out feelings...i-it took a while for us to tell each other. I-I mean, we even kissed thrice before, uh, g-getting together."
Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? ~ "F-Friends. W-We got close really fast an-and he was my best friend, b-before I start to...feel more. An-And I think that's a good thing. B-Because even now that he is my boyfriend, h-he's still my best friend. I-It allows us to be more...comfortable w-with each other, in general."
What was their first date? ~ "I-It wasn't an official date, b-but...FM invited me to go with him to this p-pumpkin patch fair. W-We took pictures an-and strolled around the stands and...w-we got a ride on the Ferris Wheel. I-I asked the guy manning it i-if he could stop it w-when we reached the top an-and...he did, so we...watched t-the landscape and I...I kissed him."
What are their favourite things to do on date nights? ~ "I-It depends on where we are. W-We go to the movies at times, o-or out on some planet, b-but for the most we do home m-movie nights and play videogames. O-Or read comics."
Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? ~ "W-We've been together only for a few moments, b-but yeah, we still do. I-I just like doing things with him an-and dates are fun. T-They are an excuse to do that an-and also do something different, f-from time to time. An-And, uh, we can get...you know. Romantic."
What is their love language? ~ "I-I think...quality time together an-and being there for each other w-when needed? W-We also tell each other nice things an-and that's good b-because...neither of us is really used to it. T-To be praised and stuff, I-I mean."
Who kissed who first? ~ "I-I did. O-On the Ferris Wheel, as I said."
Who started the relationship? ~ "B-Both of us, sort of? W-We both planned to ask on N-New Year's Eve, b-but I guess technically it was me, b-because I asked first. An-And we kissed at midnight. I-It was...great. I-I've never felt like that. G-Giddy. H-Happy."
Monogamy or Polyamory? ~ "I-It's a bit too soon for...that. I-I don't know. I'm content w-with just him, b-but I see the Ricks being i-in an open relationship an-and...I don't know, i-it seems to make them closer, somehow? S-So maybe, when we'll be older...W-We'll talk about it. I-I think I'd be okay with being open."
Are they/do they plan on getting married? ~ "A-Again, it's too soon t-to think about this. B-But...I mean, the only marriage I've seen it's my parents and...l-let's say that it's not very...inspiring. An-And Rick keeps going on about how m-marriage is a trap and ruins relationships, s-so...I probably won't be the one to mention it. I-If we ever get there."
Who proposed? Was it a yes or no? ~ "A-As I said, I'm not very interested i-in getting married. B-But if in the future FM wanted to an-and he asked, I-I'd say yes. I-If it's what makes him happy, I-I don't mind."
Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? ~ "Aw g-geez, I don't know. Tha-That's...I'm fourteen. K-Kids are a big thing. So...uh, who knows?"
Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? ~ "W-We don't technically have kids together, b-but they...I mean, there's M-Morty Jr. an-and Naruto, an-and since we are the same person...t-they are technically the kids o-of both of us? ...I-I don't know, thinking about it gives me a headache."
Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? ~ "W-We usually hang out w-when the Ricks are busy with each other. W-We go in one of our rooms an-and talk or read comics or-or play videogames. I-If the weather is nice, w-we go for a walk in the park or-or to get ice cream. An-And well, I guess that there are the adventure. E-Even if those are, like, a group activity. An-And sometimes we have sleepovers."
How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? ~ "I-It doesn't happen too often, a-also because the Ricks fix us if...if we get too hurt, b-but...The other visit the sick one an-and keeps him company, g-gets him food and water, tha-that sort of thing. B-But it's mostly being there, s-so he doesn't have to be alone."
How do they like to spend time together? ~ "I-It's pretty much I've already said. V-Videogames, movies, comics, walks. F-FM really like plants, s-so at times we go to the botanical garden o-or ask the Ricks to let us go t-to some other dimension w-where there are a lot of plants. Uh, safe places, o-of course."
What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy? ~ "F-For me it's cuddling. I-I just like it when we hold each other in bed or-or lean against each other w-watching TV. An-And I...I like giving him little kisses. Y-You know, on the cheek or-or on the back of his hand. H-He always blushes a little an-and that's so cute."
What are some of their favourite things about their partner? ~ "Oh geez, I...I-I don't think there are specific things? I-I just like him. B-But I guess...H-He's so nice and brave. An-And he's super supportive. S-So understanding and patient. An-And...he accepts me. E-Even the fucked up stuff. H-He sees me, understands me an-and still wants me. H-He makes me feel good about myself. N-No one has ever done that."
How do they comfort the other when they are upset? ~ "W-We let each other vent, i-if we need to, o-or we distract each other with our favourite things. W-We also get each other little presents, t-to cheer us up. W-We're just there for each other, y-you know? I-I'd do whatever he needs an-and he'd do the same for me."
Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? ~ "W-We both do. W-We like bringing each other stuff. L-Like pretty things or funny ones w-we find during adventures o-or at some space bazaar. An-And then we give each other special gifts f-for the holidays or the anniversaries."
What position do they sleep in? ~ "I-It depends. U-Usually facing each other, h-holding hands o-of holding each other. A-At times we spoon."
Do they bathe/shower together? ~ "Uuuuh, I-I...no. W-We don't. N-Not yet, I-I guess. B-But I...I'd like to do that. S-Some day. An-And I think...I think FM would be fine with it. U-Uh, more than fine. J-Just...we're not there yet. I-It's still a little, uh, awkward, b-being undressed around each other."
Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? ~ "A-As I said we don't bathe o-or shower together yet, b-but...I...I mean. W-When we will, after a while, I-I guess that we could...kiss? An-And sit on each other's lap. An-And...who knows...Haha..."
In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? ~ "W-W-We still haven't...you know. S-So...I don't...I mean. W-We are, uh, curious, so...I-I guess it wouldn't be just...plain. W-Well, at first yeah, b-but I guess...later on, w-we'd try...stuff?"
For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms?
For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive?
What is their favourite sex position?
Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? ~ "A-As I said, I-I can see us...experimenting. Uh."
Favourite place to have sex?
Most adventurous place they’ve had sex?
How often do they fight? What about? ~ "W-We didn't have big fights yet. I-I don't think that we have had actual fights. J-Just some misunderstandings. An-And it wasn't about super important stuff. I-I know that we'll have real fights, s-sooner or later. B-But I like to think tha-that we'll work it out together."
Have they ever broken up? ~ "N-No. An-And I hope we never do."
Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? ~ "I-I want to spend all my life with him. I-If he wants to. N-No matter how long that will be. T-The longer, the better."
#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ headcanons :: Morty ]#[ When I'm with you I finally feel good enough :: Morty & Morty ]#advnterccs#[[ my Morty had a bit of a hard time with some of the questions xD ]]#[[ he doesn't like picking things he likes about your Morty ]]#[[ he just likes HIM in his whole ]]#[[ but he did pick some things xD ]]#[[ also he got so embarrassed at the sex-related questions x'D ]]#[[ and awkward at the kids ones xD ]]#[[ and the shower/bath omg he got so red xD ]]
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The second I realize that I was like "oh today's morning has been very easy" and then I was like "that's bc I didn't wake up with a big headache" and then I was like "I actually do still have a smaller headache but today I was in less pain and actually could have a normal morning. Is this how people without constant headaches and fatigue live every day???"
Siiiiigh, perhaps I shan't give up on getting my mom to get me checked with a doctor-
#Still deeply paranoid that I'm somehow 'appropriating' language bc saying the whole 'good/bad pain day' is something#I've seen physically disabled people say the most and tbh part of me doesn't think what I have can be that bad#But like I'm mature enough to dismiss that. Every day is pain day and even if today is bearable; my head still hurts and I'm still nauseous#So like yeah good pain day today. Refreshing after two weeks of bad pain day after bad pain day for sure#Rambling rambling the others in the system say I'm in denial and that we might have something#Idk what could we have that has lasted for almost our entire life or at least since we have memories#Yeyeye sorry for the ramble/rant x'd
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What soft romance cliche are you?
Because i love you!
Passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. When the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. All of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" How could they be so dense. How could YOU be so dense. You've loved each other this whole time. Your love tends to be strong, and loud. Sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. You're also hot. Good for you.
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#the muse#dash games#// You're also hot... good for you LOL#// Sure okay X'D#// I will say Kaaras is definitely a passionate man and he is full of feelings and perhaps a little moodiness so this works well enough :)
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Champagne Papí
Summary - Rhys just can't help but celebrate your recent accomplishments in the most extreme ways
Warnings - Alcohol, Mentions of wing clipping, Feyssian, drunk shenanigans, and sexual references/jokes
🎂Birthday Masterlist🎂
✨️Rhysand Masterlist✨️Master Masterlist✨️
All you had wanted to celebrate your new research publication was a quiet night with your mate and the Inner Circle circle, and Heavens knew you deserved it.
Years spent researching from dusk to dawn, countless hours with papers surrounding you with notes crossed out, rewritten, x'd out again, and then circled aggressively. Being a daughter of Day made you meticulous, a perfectionist, and frankly, too smart for anyone else's good. Helion being your uncle only made that worse.
You were practically raised in his lap, reading from a young age, asking him big questions, and only taking a nap once your curiosity had been sated. It had turned you into a scholar, and one the Night Court was desperate for once Helion shared you were near a breakthrough regarding the repair of clipped wings, but you just needed someone with wings to try it on.
Emerie was a shining example of your hard work. She was glowing next to Mor, repaired wings fluttering in delight as they were examined. You had found a surgical procedure that, in combination with healing magic, allowed you to reconnect the tissue and for everything to regrow. You had a small group of females you started with and all of them healed beautifully. Then from there, it was a camp of females, all housed away from their homes for a month while you and your team worked what they all thought was a miracle.
A hand brushed your waist, pulling you close and out of your thoughts. “You deserve all of this,” the soft purr of Rhysand's voice grounded your nerves. “My intelligent, beautiful, selfless mate.”
“The party is a little much.”
He scoffed, drinking his champagne before looking at you. “It isn't enough. What did you expect? A quiet gathering?”
Males and females were dressed to the nines in their finest threads, a lavish dinner was served, you had been forced to give a speech, and now drinks were flowing freely as other scholars and healers looked over the display of your notes and research, as well as looking at the physical evidence of repaired wings in graceful coordinated gowns paid for by the High Lord.
“Do you think they're happy?”A brow raised at you in a silent question. “The females, I mean. Do you think they're happy?”
“I think you've given them something back they thought they would have lost forever.” Rhys grabbed two more glasses of champagne, handing one to you. “The trauma is still there, but you will be able to single handedly create a new legion of warriors, heal little ones who had their birthright stripped from them, and now anti-clipping laws can be pushed harder. You've made it so there is a damage measurement, and therefore consequences other than imprisonment.” You took a sip of the beverage, savoring the flavor and soft bubbles. “I spared no expense. Only your favorites for a night meant to honor you, darling.”
You leaned up, kissing his cheek. “Thank you, Rhys.”
“Yeah, thank you Rhys.” You two turned to see Cassian with long legs thrown over his shoulder, high heels held in his hand as bare feet danced. “Feyre here decided that she needed, how many glasses, baby?”
He turned so you two could see his very flushed mate, her smile huge and eyes glassy. “Only 8.”
Cassian turned again only to glare at Rhys, “She called you her sugar male”
Rhys snorted, all signs of the High Lord gone as his shoulders relaxed and his smile grew. “What does that even mean?”
“You give her all the nice things,” another annoyed voice approached. Azriel was also glaring, Nesta on his back giggling as well. “Ness agreed.”
Rhysand felt his jaw drop, making you laugh, “This was for my mate!”
“Yes, well, Feyre and Ness decided tonight they are also your mates,” Azriel smirked as Nesta bit his ear before moving to kiss his neck. “What is it y/n calls you? Ness couldn't remember.”
“Champagne papí,” you answered while laughing. The nickname was an old joke. One passed along to all the new members of the Inner Circle.
Before Rhysand and you felt that bond snap when he returned home, he had courted you. Rhysand gave you expensive shoes, jewelry, books worth a pretty penny.
All because he wanted you to have the very best. And when he discovered you hated wine, but loved the bubbly, he started buying the most expensive bottles he could find.
Rhysand hated being called daddy, hated when he heard that name used between grown males and their partners.
But papí? Papí you could call him all day long. The way the native language of Day rolled off your tongue made him shiver and it stuck.
Rhysand rolled his eyes, “Papí is reserved for my delightful darling.”
Feyre's feet were still dancing to the music, her hair swaying behind Cassian, “And me!”
You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as your mate sighed. His brothers both wished you a goodnight, leaving with their intoxicated mates. Rhysand was back to leading you through the party, letting other scholars stop you and ask their questions.
You were exhausted by the time you two collapsed in your shared bed, the soft silks welcoming you like gentle caress. But your mate clearly wasn't.
Rhysand's hands found their way into your hair, fingers digging at your scalp and sending a wave of chills down your spine. “You are the most amazing female I have ever met,” he whispered into your ear. “You so selflessly spent decades solving an issue your court wasn't even involved in. You've given so many females their freedom back. I can never repay you for this.”
“Rhys, it wasn't about repayment-”
“I know, darling. I know,” he continued massaging your scalp, fingers twisting your hair in the natural curl pattern. “Let me at least say that I love you then. That I am beyond proud that I have the honor of being your husband, mate, and High Lord.”
He watched your lips twitched up, “I got you a present. I wanted to wait until we were alone,” his hands left your head, making you whine as he stood and went to the closet you two shared.
Rhysand returned with a small black box, sitting next to you, “Neve out did herself with this, my darling.”
You sat up and took the box from him. The velvet was her signature black importanted from a fabric maker over in Scythia. You opened it slowly, laughing as you saw the stardust cut single champagne diamond centered on a delicate platinum chain. It was exquisite. Possibly one of the clearest diamonds with the clearest cuts you had ever seen.
“A champagne diamond from your champagne papí,” he purred in your ear as he put it around your neck. “And right now, I want to see you in nothing but this.”
He laid you back down, kissing you softly, and the true celebration party began.
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Given his ability to keep up with Kaeya to an impressive degree, Ryunosuke's fumbling in this moment spoke volumes. Kaeya could always find a way under one's skin if the desire struck; he could always read another well enough to turn the tide in his favor. Observation was one of his greatest strengths. Nothing escaped his notice.
Thus, in the moments after his calculated strike, the impish Captain caught the hitch in Ryunosuke's breath and the astonishment widening dark eyes. As his companion slowed to a stop, Kaeya's steps followed suit: keeping them locked in that orbit, dancing end-over-end in this game of cat and mouse. In the midst of his scrutiny—studying and memorizing every response he earned—Kaeya was struck by how charming Ryunosuke looked in his fluster. The mischief in his grin grew more pronounced the more he floundered.
"Hmm, well...Technically all of it was," Kaeya said with an easy shrug. "Surely I don't need to remind you that we're not, in fact, a couple." And while he didn't verbally acknowledge it, the gleam in his eye as he glanced down at their interlocked hands seemed to challenge that statement as much as the gesture itself.
"As I said: the main reason was to ensure the extension of our evening together. The second reason..." and he trailed off purposely, relishing in the drama, the anticipation of the pause— "...was to fluster you." Kaeya dipped inward with that admission, drinking in the swath of crimson that painted Ryunosuke's cheeks. "I'd say that was a resounding success.
"But if you want the truth?" Before that truth was even offered, those words felt foreign on his tongue. Bitter. Kaeya swallowed the taste; he wouldn't back down now. "I wanted to see how you would react. Onlookers have certain expectations when they think two people are a couple. If I were to speak about you that way, or touch you that way..."
Uncharacteristic for a man whose heart had long since fractured into shards of ice, his hold on the bend of Ryunosuke's fingers was gentle—even tender. Kaeya used it to tug him nearer. He stepped into his space, his opposite hand daring to cross that distance to settle at the curve of his waist.
"I can discern almost anything about anyone from the briefest conversation." His voice too had lowered; hushed not out of respect for the late hour, but for the preservation of this moment. Only for Ryunosuke to hear. "But I'm afraid that matters of the heart are where my talents find an abrupt end. I couldn't predict how you'd react."
Kaeya's thumb stroked over his knuckles—unconscious, almost hesitant. A coy smirk attempted to hide that uncertainty. "You still look like you want me to mean it. Am I wrong?"
And so, Ryunosuke would learn the hard way how big of a difference there was between expecting something… —and being fully prepared for that something.
Credit where credit was due, if not for his propensity to make foolish mistakes every now and again, he’d be somewhat at a stasis in his learning curve, now wouldn’t he? There always had to be people—or simply just things, events, misfortunes—keeping him on his toes, reminding him often that he couldn’t relax at the first sign of success. Because that “something,” no matter how expected it might be, would unremittingly knock him down more than just one peg.
Kaeya was the “something” of this equation. A man Ryunosuke had known long enough now to understand what frozen tendrils wove him together—brittle beneath an impressively convincing veil. He knew what to anticipate in his behavior, knew the refrain to almost all of his songs, had memorized his patterns both from his own attentiveness and a genuine, heartfelt curiosity to see what lay beneath that mask of his—or in his case, “eyepatch” would be more apt. Ryunosuke knew.
Circling back, however, none of that added up to his being able to steel himself this time around…
Physically, his feet stopped first. A hand reaching out to him caught in the corner of his eye seconds before brushing against his cheek. Then, it was his breath again snagging in his throat the very instant he locked his gaze on that impishly glimmering blue. Ryunosuke would fervently and passionately argue that he was certain his heart also stopped as that solitary digit curved beneath his chin… would that not have a much more devastating result if it were true.
Rather, he would attest to it skipping a couple beats. Stumbling over itself as one stumbles when missing a step on the stairs. And teetering there on the edge of the gently churning whirlpool that had become his insides.
Not a bad feeling, mind you. Expected. Yet for which a newly flushed lawyer was unprepared.
“Y-you… What?” Unhelpful, as responses went. Perhaps if he had given his brain more time to process where in the conversation they had left off, he could’ve taken those extra few seconds to manage something passable. Better late than never. Which had him standing rigid there in front of Kaeya while blinking a befuddlement he puzzled through. Kaeya was implying—
“Captain—!” he blurted on a weighted breath, eyes snapping wider with a (perhaps embarrassingly slow) realization. Then, as if also realizing they were still out on public streets—regardless of the hour—Ryunosuke lowered his voice even further, only after he brought his own hand up to gingerly grasp Kaeya’s and remove it from his chin. “Very well, then.” He didn’t let go, though. “Precisely… how much of that back there was a performance?”
#tenacquity#《⭒✩⭒ || interaction: prince of lies and snow (kaeya) 》#POOR RYUU IS GONNA HAVE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH X'D#but don't worry--he's still oh so charming and adorable whether he's confident or flustered B3c#kazuma and kaeya will forever treasure this honor they've been given 😔🙏#AWW IT'S SO TRUE THO#Ryuu is the best of ALL worlds ;W;/ ❤️❤️❤️#GOOD FOR RYUU FOR GETTING STRAIGHT TO THE POINT X'D#him doing so encouraged kaeya to do the same shockingly enough#what kaeya says: I wanted to see how you'd react#what kaeya means: I wanted to see if you want that too asklfsd;jfkd#NOT THAT HE'D ADMIT THAT JUST YET OFC#that'd be making himself far too vulnerable 😔#bUT HEY at least this is a small step 8')#he's still admitting to quite a bit and I'm honestly so proud of him TTOTT#RYUU JUST HAS THAT EFFECT TBH#kaeya and kazuma may be able to fluster him effortlessly#but ryuu can also unravel both of them effortlessly in return ;; ❤️ hE HAS FAR TOO MUCH POWER#hHHH YOU GO YOU ADORABLE DORKS 🥺💖
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I see “RA treats Croc like their collective husband” and I raise you “Cross Guild adopts Dragon on accident”
At first Dragon seems cocky and annoying and like he takes up too much of Crocodile’s time but its pretty funny so Mihawk and Buggy tolerate it.
And then Dragon says something he thinks is pretty innocuous about his family/Garp and Mihawk and Buggy are looking at him in HORROR. Crocodile’s a little. Numb to Monkey family angst. But Buggy is the sea son of Roger and Rayleigh and Mihawk is maybe the bio son of Rayleigh and Shakky so they have like? Normal? High? Good? Expectations of a father-son relationship?
And then the follow up questions keep coming
And its all stiff like. When Buggy was a little boy and got scared at night Roger would come and sit with him until he fell asleep (sometimes roger just fell asleep with the boys). When Mihawk was little and too nervous to sleep Shakky would read to him until he fell asleep (he was like. 4) and then carry him to bed.
When Dragon was too scared to sleep because he was on an active Naval vessel that absolutely could be attacked at any time and he was without a doubt the highest-value ransom target — he would either be assigned night-shift work/drills (he’s 4) or Garp would demand he be left in an even DARKER, SMALLER room to ‘build strength’ and then he’d get yelled at all day the next day for being exhausted.
All I can think of is that Garp is fighting John Winchester for dad of the year award X3 I mean:
SAM: When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45. DEAN: Well, what was he supposed to do? SAM: I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark. DEAN: Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there.
X'D
But yes, I guess Cross Guild could let Dragon be a honorary member because he's clearly fucked up enough for it (even though Dragon would disagree. He's perfectly normal and well-adjusted.)
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Hiii :3
How about jedi Fox and the seagulls?XDD That sounded so fun :D
Hi !! Here's for you <3
The Jedi Fox au is one that's been rotting in my brain for quite some time x'D (I will properly get to it soon enough)
The starting idea is that Fox is Force sensitive but also Force exhausted, which is what keeps him far from any Jedi attention. That is until Palpatine tortures him so bad, he screams in the Force loud enough for the entire Temple to hear him, up to the younglings. (Palpatine doesn't notice his pain is a little bit too psychically clear because he's too focused on cackling evily between other reasons).
Some things happen (among which Fox escaping the Jedi for a little bit longer because he's a slippery little shit like that who learned to escape by evading angry medics and senators) but Palpatine gets killed and the guard gets bundle up in the Jedi's custody and healing halls, Marshal Commander first in line.
Then it'll follow Fox's adventures with his force sensitivity and the beginning of his path as a Jedi learner.
Have the very beginning of it :
Fox had always felt like he was running away.
When he was a cadet, he was running from the Kaminoans and the trainers. Hiding behind his perfect marks. If he was the best they couldn’t harm him. They would only see how good he was and none of his defects. Escaping in the vents when things were getting too much, when he needed to disappear completely. He tried his best to be a shadow, a ghost when he wasn’t observed in training or safely tucked away in his bunk with his batchers. He ran until he escaped Tipoca and its sterile, white, sealed off walls.
He succeeded. Fox ran straight to Geonosis. And he ran straight through Geonosis.
Seagulls stop it now is part of this au, after the main story. It follows poor Oops (a Guard no longer shiny) having the misfortune of mishearing something Yoda said and be vocally confused about it to Visor, one member of B Squad (aka the guard mayhem and trouble makers of an illegal black ops squad).
What Oops misheard is obviously Yoda singing about seagulls. What B Squad ends up doing is a audio montage thanks to recodings of Yoda speaking, to make it a song about seagulls poking at his head. Then they anonymously broadcasted it in the Vode Holonet server, of course.
Oops was standing guard next to Kara while a few of the ex-High Generals were having a meeting. She knew it was regarding the Younglings and the crèches. Well, it was supposed to be about the Jedi tubies. But she had been toying with her helmet’s mic sensibility last night, because Ghost, Grabber and her were trying to improve their voice-to-text software. Not only would it help the Vode gone deaf, but it would have helped her with her own hearing problems too. If she could read what was being said, she couldn't misheard anyone anymore ! But as of now it was only a problem. Her mic was picking grating in the vents. It was barely audible, but it seemed to cover every other sound to her. She just couldn't hear anything else. Grat grat bzz gratgrat.
And she really was focusing on the meeting ! She wanted to ignore that mouse droid. But it was so loud, so distracting. The voices seemed all mushed up and muffled by that noise.
Until she heard something really weird and blurted a question in internal comms without thinking.
“Why is Grand Master Yoda talking about seagulls ?!”
WIP game
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@advnterccs sent: ❝ Let’s drink some hot tea in the snow. After all, ‘Teas the Season ! ❞ { to your Morty from my Morty // i saw it and thought it was cute so i couldn't help it xD } Christmas pick-up lines || Accepting !
Morty blinked at his counterpart’s words, staring at him in utter confusion for a few moments.
The statement had come out of the blue...Well, sort of. They had been building a snowman in the front yard of the other’s house and also planning on a way to engage the Ricks in a snowball fight that wouldn’t have ended up with the two of them completely wrecked. And it was cold, so some hot tea sounded like a good idea.
And yet, for some reason he couldn’t put into focus, he felt like he was missing something. Perhaps it was the slightly embarrassed, even if still amused, grin on his counterpart’s lips. Or maybe it was the emphasis the other had put on one of the words.
He opened his mouth to ask, but his gaze fell on those cheeks, flushed by the cold, and immediately he forgot what he had been about to say. The red hue brought out the warm colour of his counterpart’s eyes and it just looked so cute and attractive on him. It made him want to reach out, touch the blushing skin and....
“Uh, w-what?” He blurted out, hurrying to chase away those thoughts.
He couldn’t let himself linger on them, not when things between were still so...uncertain. They hadn’t really talked about what they were to each other after that night at the pumpkin patch and the kiss they had exchanged on the Ferris Wheel. It was obvious that they felt something for each other, but neither of them had had the courage to give it a name yet.
Shaking his head lightly, Morty tried to focus on what the other had said. ‘Tis the season, ‘tis the season...‘tis...hot tea...tea, teas...‘tis, teas.
“...Oh. Oh. A-Aw geez, it’s...a pun! ‘C-Cause you said tea and then ‘tis an-and that’s like...uh, more than one tea.”
An awkward chuckle escaped his lips. He felt like an idiot, not just for not having understood it right away, but also because he had gotten distracted and let the silence linger for even longer.
“I...S-Sorry. It’s really funny. An-And clever. I...I guess I’m a little slow today. I-I guess I must have, uh, brain freeze or something. Y-You know, for the cold?”
...Yep. He really need to shut up. Now.
#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Morty Smith#[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Morty ]#advnterccs#[[ my Morty took a moment to understand the pun x'D ]]#[[ he got so confused before he had the epiphany xD ]]#[[ and that last pun omg Morty why ]]#[ When I'm with you I finally feel good enough :: Morty & Morty ]
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the only thing i disagree with u on is gavin being good at/proud of his job. ive walked past this man at the precinct. i saw how he pretends to be working when someone is around and immediately drops the act & rests his feet on his desk the moment they're outta sight. hes just a slimy bastard who wants to keep having a paycheck, he probably lost any drive he had a while ago.
If you prefer to see him that way, then fair enough. I think he's a character who is only as interesting as you make him, given that he only has like 5 minutes of screen time and the depth they give him in game couldn't fill a teaspoon.😂
For me, I think of him as hardworking and good at his job because his character profile describes him as "ruthlessly ambitious" and that he will do anything to advance his career. I choose to interpret that to mean his job is more important to him than anything else and part of the reason he dislikes Hank so much is because he's an obstacle to that and he thinks he can do Hank's job better. As for him sitting at his desk and pretending to work, I've heard if you watch him long enough that Chris will attempt to help him with his computer that seems to be malfunctioning. My headcanon is that he's waiting for the IT guy to show up and fix it even tho Connor is right there and could probably do it immediately lolol Or he just came out of the breakroom and he's still on break, idk X'D
That's just how I choose to think of him, less flattering interpretations don't bother me tho; he's literally a character that was made to be hated in game. I think a large part of enjoying Gavin as a character is finding/making fandom interpretations you like because if you are only looking in canon you probably aren't going to find many reasons to like him.😆
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In the days since being placed under his charge, the Apprentice had never seen Lord van Zieks react quite like that.
Not that the two men were ever comfortable around each other, but the flicker of hesitation, of uncertainty, on his mentor's face after his question was unexpected. And yet, something about it was almost...comforting: it made the man seem like less of a brick wall veiled in a title of nobility, and more like a real, genuine person. Oddly, it gave the Apprentice a fleeting glimmer of hope.
All he'd managed to glean from observing his mentor was that the title of "Reaper" was well-known and unfavorable to all who uttered it. But if, even in the smallest moments, he showed that he could be more than just "the Reaper"...
Could the Apprentice also become more than just his shadow?
Two shakes of his head answered both of Lord van Zieks' questions. On the contrary, Lord Stronghart had been far from forthcoming with information about himself or his mentor—despite volunteering the both of them to be his caretakers. The Apprentice knew as little about the two of them as he knew about himself.
He watched the other man attentively, expectantly, hawk-like eyes shrouded by his mask.
It's the first time Barok has heard Kazuma speak.
And it's difficult not to recoil at the question. Hearing such a raw, raspy voice from his apprentice's lips... it's not unsettling, but the faint hint of an accent that's awfully familiar is, and there's something even underneath all that that has Barok feeling on edge.
It's not a feeling he can make sense of... but it's thoroughly unpleasant, and for a moment, it feels as if his sins have come back to haunt him. Which is a ridiculous thought. There may indeed come a time when Barok must receive punishment, for all that he has done and all that he has failed to do, but... why would it be at the hands of this man? No, he can't accept that his fate would come from the hands of a loathsome Nipponese.
...But there's also the question his apprentice asked, that strangely, he doesn't know how to respond to immediately. Because... in Barok's experience, everyone has always known what it means for him to be the Reaper. The people of London look at him with fear and scorn in equal balance, and Barok can't deny that it's a painful, lonely existence - but never one he's had to explain to another before. The Reaper is a shadow he can't escape. He's used to accusations, both spoken and unspoken, but a question like this... why does it feel different?
"Did Stronghart not tell you?" he asks, first. He feels no need to scold his apprentice for speaking and breaking Stronghart's orders - as much as he's sure that Stronghart must have his reasons, Barok's sure that he must've also known that this particular command of his could ever last.
"The Reaper is... a title. One given to me a long time ago." Unconsciously, his hand drifts to his badge, and he clutches it gently. "Are you familiar with the history of the defendants whose trials I prosecuted? Particularly, those who escaped justice through their own conniving schemes."
@howthesleeplesswander ( continued from here! )
#aletheialed#《⭒✩⭒ || interaction: sword of justice (kazuma) 》#《⭒✩⭒ || verse: masked apprentice (kazuma) 》#NO WORRIES MAN always take your time!#I also apologize for taking so long on this! alsjdfdk#I'M SO STOKED FOR THIS THO THESE TWO ARE SO GOOD 🙌#thank you for allowing barok to be terrorized by this low-key unhinged menace X'D#ALSO I apologize for how NOT TALKATIVE kazuma is in this verse 8')#odds are he won't answer verbally most of the time bc he's too busy trying to remember how to be a person asldjf#just lmk if he ever doesn't give you enough to work off of and I can adjust! <3
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Little Moments in S2E2 of Heaven Official's Blessing
San Lang's jewelry sparkling when he's amused (?) by something. This one happens when the ghost gambling bets his daughters life. Reminds me of an anime glasses character's glass shine. this happens several times through the episode and is usually accompanied by a high pitched metallic sound. Like the chime of a sword unsheathing.
The green deer demon girl is adorable. Loving the frog man too.
The wind master genderbending back into a man after being dragged to a ghost spa with the undead women and freaking out about what kinda of products they used on his precious skin.
Xie Lian physically grabbing the wind master to keep him from slipping away to find a mirror. You're on a potentially life or death mission my guy. Bring a compact mirror on your next adventure. Fast thinking on an excuse by Xie Lian though!
This guy having zero points in stealth on a mission that the emperor himself said must be handled discreetly to avoid conflict with the ghost realm.
I love how they both panic, than immediately accept Qianqiu's imminent death at Hua Cheng's hand after he continues to insult the man in his own establishment.
'This place of mine is meant for revelry. If you don't want to take the path to heaven, and break into hell, what else can you do?' Hua Cheng revealing that he knew who they were already. Which isn't surprising because they all stand out enough as is, even if his husband wasn't with them and standing within within eyesight.
Respecting the demons/ghosts for calling out Qianqiu when he said they're lacking humanity and decency. Like 'Bruh, We are literally NOT human. We don't share you're morals or sense of decency at all. Just let us live our lives.' Like, I'm actually in agreement with them.
Getting into an air bender battle, while San Lang is barely flicking his wrist at him. I like how San Lang crushes the table and sends the shards flying at him. Showing he could easily impale Qianqiu before pulling him up at the last moment. It felt like San Lang was trying to teach him. He might have recognized that Qianqiu was young and foolish, but was trying to do good. So San Lang warns him by showing him what could happen if he keeps running his mouth without knowing who he's threatening. That or he decided not to dice Qianqiu because Xie Lian was watching... could go either way
HuaLian having a tender moment looking into each other's eyes while everyone waits downstairs confused.
San Lang 100% offered Qianqiu as a prize to give Xie Lian the chance to help him and Him the chance to hold hands with Xie Lian X'D
We hear that metallic chime noise again here. I think San Lang gave Xie Lian some of is luck here. San Lang also holds Xie Lian's hands on the final round too when Xie Lian rolled two 6's and wins.
Everyone's reaction to San Lang calling Xie Lian 'Gege'. Qingxuan is curious and confused. Qianqiu looks shocked and a little embarrassed. and the grandma Pleakley looking demon's head falls off their body.
San Lang telepathically ordering his assistant to have everyone STFU while he's playing with Xie Lian.
Wind Master Qingxuan pelting Qianqiu with his fan for continuing to run his mouth.
San Lang being completely smitten with Xie Lian as he drops a man from the ceiling
Xie Lian making Qianqiu shut his mouth. Dude BE QUIET! They JUST saved you.
It was incredibly sweet how when San Lang approaches Xie Lian asking for the bet he's owed, Qianqiu steps between them and holds his arm out to protect Xie Lian from who he perceives to be a threat. Qianqiu knows he wouldn't win, but he moves to protect Xie Lian anyway. He's so foolish but so brave.
San Lang would eat stale pringles off the floor if Gege touched them,
Prince being to good for his own good again by telling Xie Lian not to lie to Hua Cheng. Despite himself not liking him at all for treating him like a pinata prize in front of everyone.
This was a very cute episode and there were so many enjoyable moments.
#shi qingxuan#tgcf#lang qianqiu#heaven official's blessing#xie lian#san lang#hua cheng#tian guan ci fu#hualian
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on authenticity
My mood in the recent months keeps going from bad to worse. Today I randomly fell into the rabbit hole of checking out other patreon artists, which always grounds me in reality and cheers me up, perhaps in a weird way. Essay incoming \o/
Authenticity is a blob of a word that sounds almost pretentious nowadays. It gets sneered at. You either sell your soul, or you don't earn with your art.
What's authentic, being true to yourself, will vary from person to person. It's like a sliding scale of suffering that you will tolerate in exchange for a coin, while convincing yourself that you have fun.
The harsh truth of modern world is that if your art pays for your living, you've already reached success, no matter how you may feel about the type of content you actually make for that money. Insert the meme furry nsfw art here. Or not furry. Or even sfw, but comms, lots of comms every month. Or merch. Anything that sells. Products first, art second.
Marrying passion and profession is virtually impossible, yet I'm doing it, only thanks to your support. I'm acutely aware that, even as I choose to be "real" and talk about an artist's money-making in a raw way, it's still patreon talk, and yes, I'll plug the link as well, so technically this entire post is an ad *fingerguns*
I just feel so privileged being able to create whatever the fuck I want, literally, I take no comms/requests/guidance on what and how should I draw/write, I post experimental, sometimes provocative stuff, and still make enough to survive. This sole fact should get me through the day, whatever other struggles I may be facing currently (I am. I don't wanna talk about it rn, instead I distract myself with this text), I should always remember the unique place in life I managed to carve for myself.
There are madmen (gender-neutral) who toss $10-20 at me every month. The majority "only" pledges $1, the notorious tier that gets treated as a tip jar with no rewards by many other creators. All of my rewards are the same at $1 and $20 (save for the one-time digital artbook download at $10, just to be perfectly clear), it's a conscious choice and a risk I continue taking because it's how I am. I used to split rewards between tiers in the past, before xiv, and it was a lot of busy work while it made me treat my art less as art and more as product. This pic goes into the cheap box, this pic goes into the expensive box. Every month. It's. Definitely not for every artist.
Logistic hell of splitting and delivering rewards, different posts with less comments per post, also my discord roles/channels would have to be split, nowadays it's just patron, whether you give me $1 or $20, there's no visual disparity, you're hanging out in the same cool kids' club, and collectively making happy noises on Fragments Fridays.
Could I be making more money if I got rid of the $1 tier? Yeah. But, mercifully, after 2 years I don't need to. I legit make enough currently, my only worry is to keep what I have. Patrons don't stay forever, 2-5 people would leave every month, about the same number would join (hence my patreon ads, I need to keep people reminded of it, even if it makes me feel guilty every damn time). I did Research (tm) in the past to find out that my "bleeding" numbers are below average, i.e. it's good, people generally tend to stick around.
I put a lot of emphasis on the $1 because I'm kinda proud of what I managed to accomplish while staying self-detrimentally humble. Literally doing an impossible thing in a world that keeps burning down. So yeah if you've been feeling bad for only giving me $1, what matters is that there's enough $1s to make a difference. Together you're creating a phenomenon, and you should be proud.
There are many stupid little principles, hills that I'll die on, that make up my authenticity. I chose to speak of it here and now in order to sorta sell myself, so it feels hypocritical x'D But if I don't shine a spotlight on this, who will. I'm old and jaded and increasingly terrified of how insincere the internet's becoming. Everything's fake, sugarcoated, polished for sale. My art's always been a scream of defiance against all that, now that I'm more or less established, I wanna scream louder. Thanks for hearing my screams. You can scream with me too if you want.
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