#so yall could visualize it as yall read

[sol-flo]

i'd like to see in a movie a "flashback" sequence that's a character reading someone's journal or whatever and it's represented by a play. where not only is it seen also through the perspective of the character reading the stuff but it's distinctly more "artificial" than the rest of the movie, given it's a character's interpretation of another character's words yknow

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Inspired by a scene from he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind by @hangmanbradshaw !! (hella good hangster fake dating au go read it yall)

i legit had to stop reading to start sketching this cuz my brain was so consumed with the visual that i could not focus on reading at all👍

alt version + closeup +sketch below

[xochosoxo]

virgin!choso ✮| headcannons

chosoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), virginchoso! (cherry popping /losing his viginity), smoking weed, making out, blowjobs, jerking off, mastubation, voyeurism, kinda dom reader (teasing choso), reader and choso fight for dominacr basically,face sitting, pussy licking, cowgirl, crying from pleasure, accidentaly creampie (choso cums inside of her by accident lol. please practice safe sex!)

a/n: thank you so much for the support on my last headcannon :((( i love yall so much pls enjoy virgin!choso (i love him so much i have brainrot)

virgin!choso who takes responsibility, as an older brother to house yuuji. this also means that he also is responsible for yuji's friends whenever they come over.

virgin!choso who said yes when his younger brother asked if he could host a movie night at the house. he relunctantly says yes.

virgin!choso like the good brother he is, accompanies yuji when he goes out to buy snacks and drinks for the event later in the evening. choso sneaks out of the store to buy some weed so he can just relax when he locks himself in his room later.

virgin!choso who waits until all of yuji's friends arrive, sitting on the couch and waving as megumi, nobara and junpei walk through the door.

virgin!choso who cant stop staring at you when you walk in. yuji greets you with a hug and the smile that is displayed across your face makes choso blush unexpectedly. (nobara saw it but kept it to herself)

virgin!choso who gets even more flustered when you sit right next him. you smell like strawberry and vanilla and oh, how he wishes he could just keep sitting next to you. youre intoxicating.

virgin!choso who quickly realizes that he's attracted to his younger brother's friend so he quickly removes himself from the group and escapes up the stairs, making sure the door to his room is locked.

virgin!choso who takes out a preroll, lights it and inhales the smoke, letting the creeping sensation of the weed take effect.

virgin!choso who lies down on his bed and closes his eyes. unfortuntaly, he hasnt recovered from you yet so again, his face starts to redden.

virgin!choso who takes a few more hits of the joint to take his mind off you but you are a hard thing to forget. he remembers the way you smile and the way you introduced yourself to him but he could hardly remember anything you had said since all he was focusing on was the shape of your lips. how pouty they were, how glossy they were.

virgin!choso who remembers what youre wearing. it was a simple tanktop but he could see the corners of your bra peaking out from the top. something that had choso's mind racing with not-so-innocent thoughts.

virgin!choso who re-imagines your lips joined with his, making out passionately. he then imagines your lips on his cock. how would they look if your tongue was swirling around his tip as well?

virgin!choso who can feel his cock strain against his boxers. its a tightness he cannot ignore. he pulls down his sweatpants to reveal the large buldge under it."fuck." he mutters under his breath. he sucks his teeth in while removing his boxers. his thick cock springs free, slapping his stomach. choso watches as the senstive, pink tip leaks a clear fluid.

virgin!choso who lightly grasps his cock, stroking it slowly. he's panting steadily as he imagines how your hand would feel around him. he groans quietly.

virgin!choso who's thoughts get even dirtier, stroking faster as he visualizes your warm cunt surrounding him. he sees you on top of him, bouncing on his length as your soft tits bounce with the rhythm. at this point, he's forgetten about the group downstairs. he's moaning like a bitch, gasping at the feeling of ecstasy.

virgin!choso who is unable to recognize that you are right against the other side his door, feeling a puddle of warmth pool in your panties. you were supposed to just grab something from yuji's room and come back downstairs however, you couldnt ignore the loud moaning from his older brother's room.

you slowly slip your hand down your jeans. your cold hands interacting with your sex makes you gasp as you circle your sensitive clit. you hide your moans through strained breathing. "mmmhf..." you accidentally let out, hoping the man on the other side of the door didnt hear you.

virgin!choso who hears a muffled sound at his door. it startles him, letting go of his hard on.

virgin!choso who quickly pulls up his boxers and sweatpants before unlocking his door to see you, red in the face with eyes watering. he scans his eyes down your figure to see your hand in your pants. you quickly remove it.

virgin!choso who looks at you in surprise before asking. "did you hear me?" he blushes when you nod.

"im sorr-" you try to get out before he interrupts you by pulling your free hand towards his room. he locks the door behind you.

youre frozen in place, not knowing if the man in front of you would confront you about the situation.

instead, he leans towards you, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment .“do you need…help?” he whispers. you look up at him in surprise.

virgin!choso’s eyes widen when you nod, before kissing him gently. he can feel your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. he could feel his overly sensitive cock rub against the fabric of his boxers, making him groan into the kiss.

virgin!choso falls back onto his bed as a result of you pushing him. the kiss was sloppy and spit dripped down your chins. he can tell you were enjoying it, grinding against his hard-on. you finally let go of the kiss before hastily removing your jeans and underwear.

you get on top of him, displaying your sopping cunt to his face. choso's mouth is watering and he couldnt wait any longer to taste you so he grabs your waist and pushes you onto his face, causing you to yelp.

"angghh!" his tongue is doing wonders. he slowly and sensually laps up the juices dripping from your entrance, groaning in delight. his shaky hands dont leave your waist, only pushing down harder so you cant escape him.

virgin!choso who is glad he's watched enough porn to know how to eat someone out. now he gets to reap the rewards by watching you squirm on top of him. he removes his grip from your waist to lift up your tank top and bra to reveal your cold nipples.

virgin!choso who circles your buds lovingly, making you jump at the sensation. you cream on his tongue immedietly after.

"fuck fuck fuck!" you whisper to yourself, trying to keep yourself from being too loud.

you breathe heavily as you calm down from your first orgasm, choso still softly licking up your essence. you remove yourself from his mouth, before moving down to hover over his crotch area. the flustered man props himself up, feeling your warmth of your heat through his sweatpants.

virgin!choso who hastily removes his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick length. you smile at how vulnerable he looks under you. his face red as a cherry and pouty expression.

virgin!choso who's eyes widen when you grab his length and rub the tip against your clit. he quickly grabs your arm, exclaiming that he's a virgin. hearing that information makes you smile.

"awee..." you coo. "considering how well you tongue fucked me, i woulda thought that you mightve had some experience..but i guess not." you whisper in his ear, biting at the cartilidge lightly. he whimpers submissively.

"its okay baby, ill be gentle. maybe if you beg enough ill let you cum inside." winking at choso before slowly pushing him inside you.

virgin!choso who cries in pleasure when he finally feels you. your walls are pulsing tight and it takes you a few seconds to fully engluf him in your heat. you, on the other hand were trying to get used to how big and girthy he is. sure, you may have done it once or twice, but choso's cock was stretching you beyond your limits. you cover your mouth as you sink further down his shaft all the way to the hilt.

virgin!choso who has to regulate his breathing in order to focus on the task at hand. his shaky hands grab your waist once more before sharing eye contact with you. he gets the 'okay' nod from you and starts to thrust his hips up.

virgin!choso who moans with you as you wrap your arms around him and kiss him once again. its a desperate kiss, filled with gasps and saliva, but to him, its insatiating. there could be nothing better in this world but this.

virgin!choso who releases from the kiss to adore your body even more. he moves his hands down from your waist to your ass, gripping at the soft fat, all while sucking on your tits.

virgin!choso who swirls his tongue against your buds, looking up at you to watch your face contort.

"i thought..hah...I thought you said you were a virgin..." you comment, eyes closed as you continue to bounce on him.

"i was..ngh" choso pants, removing his mouth from your tits. "till you came..fuck!" he fucks into you wildly. feeling your slick drip down his shaft and balls.

"mhmmf!!" you whimper as he hits your sweet spot. he smiles slowly, enjoying the way you tried to assert dominance before but now you're moaning like a slut on top of him.

virgin!choso who flips you onto your back, snapping his hips back into you, eager to reach his high.

"please..pleaspleasplease..." he whines like a broken record. "m so close....please let me cum." he feels the knot in his stomach tighten.

you look at him with fluttering eyes. "not yet."

virgin!choso who whines even louder as he plunges his cock deeper inside you, making you scream.

"please baby please..." he mumbles, his face buried in your neck. "ill do anything please let me cum..."

you grin, feeling his pace get less rhythmic and more sporadic. you carress his hair, whispering in his ear to let it all go.

virgin!choso who sobs out as he cums inside you, pumping his hips to let all of his creamy seed bed inside of you. you hum as you feel your womb get flooded, locking your legs so he wouldnt pull out.

virgin!choso who almost passes out while softening inside you. he feels your hand stroke his hair, calming him down. you scan his face, noticing tears clumped along his lashline.

virgin!choso’s heart beats wildly when you wipe his tear stained cheeks, looking at him with your fucked out expression.

virgin!choso who pulls out and watches his cum drool out of you. you watch his reaction and you can swear little hearts form in his eyes.

virgin!choso who brings a towel to you, wiping up the mess the two of you created between your thighs. you kiss him on the cheek as he cleans you up.

virgin!choso who is unaware that you have also fallen for him <33

[pinkchrissysposts]

🦄DON'T DELAY🦄

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I had the same mindset and I'm telling this will make your journey way longer then it should be. OK some people might have a hard time understand easily but once it click,it should be instant for you to start manifest. You know EVERYTHING literally every single thing,but it's either you doubt you're applying it wrong or you just get over confident that you'll manifest it because they have to manifest it later,YOU do know know that time doesn't exist right and then start procrastinating some even left their jobs and then cry💀bro what even were you thinking darling gurly. Manifesting is very simple guys you just have to persist once you do that,see how the 3D conform to you on it's own,sometimes even the thought that manifestation is easy makes it hard for us to believe that we can manifest something so easily,I also used to think that it can't be that easy but here i am shifting realities becauseIT IS. 3d IS waiting for YOU to,NOT YOU waiting for 3d😞.

Just think about it once again you could've spend your last few weeks or days,affirming, persisting,being,doing SATS consistently and just maybe TODAY you would've been enjoying your trip in Europe,getting proposed by your SP,shifting to Hogwarts,meeting you celeb SP,buying all your favorite things you have saved in Pinterest😮‍💨,but instead you're here laying on your bed,reading this shit ass post you wouldn't be reading if you had manifest your dream life. Damn girl you could be enjoying all your fantasies right now😭😭😭 don't delay and procrastinate please girls and boys.

[alexa-yukiyu]

Could I please request fem avatar!child!reader (avatar as in avatar the last Airbender) with the whitebeard pirates?

But the avatar is a myth but one day ace (or any other character/s) is losing battle and reader uses the avatar state to save them but reader ends up fainting from how much energy they used up

And ofc reader has no family or friends to go back to.

I love your writing sm and I hope you're drinking enough water, sleeping enough and eating properly :D

Torturous Training ( Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader)

A/N . Alright I took the liberty of straying away from the request because I have no idea how the avatar state works or what it really is no matter how much I read so I din’t feel confident in doing that but instead we get Dokucha training her different elements with the crew….so basically I just did the avatar part of the request 😂 I hope yall like it regardless

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/fireflygraphics and @/drinkthesky

“Agh! I don’t get it!!” Dokucha huffs, throwing herself on the ground, much to the older man’s amusement

“GuraGuraGura! What’s wrong, squirt? Giving up so easy?!” he booms, looking down at her defeated form.

“Easy for you to say, Papaw!” She exclaimed, bolting up from the floor and pointing an accusing finger in his direction

“All you have to do is grabby hands, and the earth and air will tremble for you!” she screamed.

“We’ve been going at it for hours, and I haven’t been able to lift even a single pebble,” she whined, stomping her feet.

“You must will the heavens and earth to move for you; you lack the will,” he easily replied

“Hah?” she frowned, dropping herself to the ground once again, crossing her legs as she sat in front of the man, looking up at him, confused.

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m not trying hard enough? Because that’s bullshit, Papaw”

“Watch your language,” he grumbled.

“Sorrey”

“I’m saying that we have been training for hours, but not once have you believed the earth or wind would bend to your will.”

“Well, yeah, we have been training for hours, and it hasn’t moved, so why would I expect it to move this time?” She asked confused

“The earth is the foundation of everything, so why would it move for a brat who doesn’t even believe she can move it?!” He bellows

She frowned, thinking over his words, unable to make sense of it.

He narrowed his eyes at this as he activated his devil fruit, causing the earth to tremble and for Dokucha to fall backward, trying to withstand the seismic movement.

“Gurarara! How can you possibly move the earth if you can’t even keep your feet on the ground!! Root Yourself Girl! We will try again.” He laughed

She groaned, standing up and brushing the dirt that had fallen herself on the earthquake as she planted her feet on her ground and tensed her muscles, trying to visualize the land below her, gritting her teeth as she felt his devil fruit begin to move the ground.

As the ground beneath her began to shake uncontrollably she stomped her feet, digging them into the ground to maintain herself standing.

“Gurararara! That’s more like it squirt!” Whitebeard cackled as he deactivated his devil fruit as she slowly opened her eyes and took in the scene in front of her. All around her was the evident aftermath of her father’s devil fruit, with the earth having been terraformed, various points of the ground spiking forward in an attempt to escape the heavy pressure it found itself under. All around her, except the earth below her feet, where she had deeply planted her feet, remained a small platform untouched by the chaos.

“Ha..haHAHAHA I did it!” She hollered, jumping in excitement.

“I did it, Papaw!! I did it!!”

“Don’t get too excited. We are just getting started.”

“Huh?”

“You thought this training would be done when you withstood the power a single finger managed to do?”

“One finger?” She asked as her blood drained from her face at the information

“Should we jump to a hand now since you seemed so sure of yourself?” He asked with a dubious grin on his face

“Like this?” she muttered, trying to imitate the position Namur was currently doing.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Umm, I’m gonna need more than that, Namur-nii,” she stated hesitantly, watching as the short-spoken fishman let out a grunt, approached her figure, and began moving her limbs into an outward block position.

“Too stiff,” he stated, prying open her tight fists.

“Let go.” He added, stepping back

“Let go? Namur-nii, your instructions are too vague!!” She cried, gaining a huff from the Fishman

“Water is not earth. It is light. Be loose like the water so you can move the water.”

“Umm, like jello?” she questioned, confused, tilting her head as Namur let out a sigh.

“Let it flow. Do not force it.”

She frowned but closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she did as he asked, dropping the aggressive movements she had practiced earlier and replacing them with soft movements, making gentle pulling motions as she glided along the ship’s deck.

After hours of straining her body trying to control such a heavy element like earth, these movements felt nice; they felt liberating, and she smiled. Feeling the heaviness on her body slowly leave her as she continued her movements, she let herself free and be pulled by the flow, as her brother had suggested.

“You did it.” She heard her brother’s voice state, causing her to shoot her eyes open, watching in awe at the currents of water that now surrounded her

“Do-

Before Namur could warn her, Dokucha easily guessed what the warning was. She realized that with her movements and concentration broken, nothing was willing the water to move with her anymore, and it shot out in a powerful gust of water….straight into Namur.

“Ha…ha..uh, sorry?” She muttered, watching his drenched form, his frown deepening further than usual, something that would have amused Dokucha had she not been the cause of it, flinching at the glare he sent her way

“I guess water practice is over?” She spoke, chuckling nervously

“Go.”

“Yes sir,” she muttered, quickly scrambling off.

“So are we here because it is quieter, Marco-nii?” she questioned, looking down at the deck, the figures of her brothers down minimized to the size of ants.

“Something like that-yoi.”

“I thought you said I had gotten better at the meditating stuff?” she questioned, looking up at him.

“You have, which is why we will now practice flying-yoi.”

“Really?!” she beamed, laughing gleefully as he let out an affirming hum.

“Are you going to let me write your back?”

“No”

“Oh. Are you going to carry me then?”

“No”

“Huh?” she questioned

“Then h-

She paused her words, taking one good look at the grin on his face and backing away from him as it dawned on her.

“Marco-nii, no way.”

“The bird needs to leave the nest eventually-yoi.” He smiled, walking closer to her

“M-Marco-nii, wait. Let’s think about this: I can help you in the clinic with the paperwork. You have lots of it, yes?”

“I do, but I will prioritize the training of my dear sister above paperwork.”

“Is there anything I can offer you to push this training back?”

“Nope”

“Marco-nii, if you don’t catch me, I will hunt you until the end of times!”

“Yes, yes; now let’s get this started,” he laughed, transforming into his full zoan form as he gave her a nudge, ignoring the glare she gave her as he did

“I’m going to get back at you for this, Marco!” she cried as she jumped from the nest.

“Ace-nii!!” She cried, running to the man

“Wow, there! I wish my subordinates were as excited as you are about training,” he snickered. He grabbed the tween and spun her around, grinning as she let loud giggles escape her at the motion.

“You would be too, after having to train with Papaw and Namur-nii, not to mention the years Marco-nii just scared out of me,” She whined as they both sat down.

“It feels like my arms, legs, and heart are going to fall off,” she muttered, climbing into his lap and smiling when he wrapped his arms around her.

“Well, you do struggle with the other elements more than you do with fire.”

“Can you blame me? Fire comes out so easy, maybe because I don’t have to worry about my limbs falling off or me falling off,” she grinned, lifting a hand and easily igniting it on fire.

“Maybe if I had a logia devil fruit like you, my body wouldn’t hurt as much? You know, with my body made of an element and whatnot.” she voiced absentmindedly, tossing a ball of fire in between her hands.

“It Doesn’t work like that, Dork; I still feel fatigued and pained my body is not always made of fire. Don’t you remember when I first came aboard? Marco had to patch me up multiple times a day when I fought Pops.”

“Papaw is merciless,” she sighed.

“It’s because he cares.”

“I know, but tell my body that,” she groaned, cuddling further into him.

“Alright, alright. Seeing as you’re already good with fire, how about we take a small break today?”

“Yes, please,” she pleaded.

“Alright, want to give the Striker a spin?”

“Yes! But…can it wait? I just need to rest for a little bit.”

“To bed it is!! He exclaimed, shooting up and bringing the girl up with him.

“You’re the best, Ace!” She exclaimed with a tired giggle escaping her as she nuzzled further into him

We somewhat got that fainting scene, ish? I mean she fell asleep from the fatigue so close enough?

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[b0tster]

cyberpunk bunlith meme breakdown thread incoming!!

i wanted to do a little peek behind the scenes for yall cuz i know a lot of u are interested in my process, so lets jump right in!

first off here is a look of the animation itself in blender, with the original meme as a comparison, which can be found here btw!

the background itself was made to each shot, so the actual zoom out is a mess of meshes re-arranging themselves to line up for the next shot (i have 2 bunliths with associated cams that switch between shots so i can move things to set up the next shot while the other cam is live)

the assets were all made from scratch! this project was essentially a 'dry run' for my next game, which will be made using this style (the same could be said about bunlith herself: testing out the pipeline for expressive, easy to read ps1 style visuals)

i the space background painted a few years ago as concept art for said future game (this game has been a concept since before bloodborne psx started development!). heres a full res, non pixelated version of the art if you are interested!

and here is how it looks in unreal engine! note the pink distance fog which was something i really wanted to experiment with for a very long time as changing the ps1 fog color is the quickest way to change the vibe and i was curious if i could pull off a color as bold as pink

and that's basically everything! thanks for checking it all out 😃

once again, very fun project to work on on the side while i plug away at finishing bloodborne kart!

[randomestdweller]

A/N: i think I’ve fallen victim to the A03 writers curse as I dropped my beautiful computer down the stairs early this week. Anyways I hope yall enjoy a nice slow burn because I was 3500 words in like “I STILL HAVEN’T ADDED THE SMUT.” I think I did dumbification justice here but lmk ofc. Anyways this will be on A03 soon enough.

Office hours

Warnings: Dumbification, DubCon, Power Imbalances, cruel Zhongli lowkey, Spanking, Degradation. Lmk if I missed anything ❤️

Make sure to study chapters 9-10, 13, and 14 in your Geography Book and come prepared to discuss your findings next class.

Yeah right, if only the reading was comprehensible! The paragraphs about climatology jumbled together before flying off the pages, toward different corners of your room.

You’d studied so hard that when you squinted your eyes, it didn’t provide you with a clearer look, but instead blurred further. Only when you blink rapidly would the fog temporarily dissipate from view. At this point, you were one eye rub away from convincing yourself that this was a visual impairment, not a school related mental breakdown.

And that wasn’t the worst of it, your hands had begun to cramp from gripping your highlighter or pen while you frantically tried to write to retain some of the knowledge. That’s when you knew things were going downhill.

And to the surprise of no one, that didn’t work.

What was once a well organized notebook was now filled with scribbles or yellow streaks— and occasionally tears— as you continued to hunch over your desk.

You were— are a good student. B average, nice scholarship, advanced placement, everything had been going nicely but a stupid geography had been your downfall.

You didn’t intend on doing anything related to the subject when you took the class, and you surely weren’t now that you had a taste of the stress, but you had signed up for the class with a bit of peer pressure from your friends.

It was easy they said, we’d see each other more they claimed. If you could go back in time, you would warn yourself that only the latter was true, and only for a while anyway.

The first day of class in the crowded auditorium, you’d secured a plush seat with your group of friends. You’d figure the class would be easy enough, you’d taken a handle full of history classes through high school and now college.It didn’t hurt that Professor Zhongli was easy on the eyes—and the ears. His deep, rumbling voice paired with sharp hazel eyes was enough to distract you. And then there was that long ponytail, somehow managing to look both professional and a little magical when it caught the light. Oh, and an empty ring finger.

Honestly, if the whole teaching thing didn’t work out for him, envisioning Zhongli as a model wasn’t hard.

Everything started out fine. The first quiz had been easy enough, based on the contents of the syllabus Mr Zhongli passed out on the first day of classes.

After that, the harder stuff started. Climatology, Geomorphology, Hydrology, every single horrific

topic, that you couldn’t comprehend. The first couple class days, you would joke around with your friends, listen to music, anything else but study in the designated time. Your teacher however, never said anything, never called on you to answer a question, read aloud, nothing. If you doubted before he knew your name, you were sure he didn’t know it now.

When the second test came around, you knew you’d made a grave mistake, not only by not taking the class seriously but actually signing up for the class in the first place. A fat F, circled in red ink, rested at the top of your paper. When your friends sports low to mid A’s and B’s, you knew something had to give. And apparently the solution was simpler than you’d thought, as written in neat handwriting below the F was a note.

Perhaps you should try sitting up front, away from potential distractions.

Maybe instead of blindly signing up for the class you should have looked his name up on ratemyprofessor, even now you wanted to leave a scathing review on his surprisingly perfect record.

The paper was promptly balled up and thrown into a small corner of your room, probably next to your syllabus.

How utterly ridiculous. If he could notice you getting distracted during his lecture, he could also realize that you had stopped talking to your friends in class a long time ago.

But that wasn’t the real problem anyways, and you knew it. His class was too hard. It was deadline after deadline after deadline, whether it be of assigned reading, essays, peer review, and God forbid you attempted the extra credit.

There was bonus work to boost your grade so

of course you didn’t expect the work to be easy but hard was a true gross understatement.

The directions were simple enough, do this, this, this, a little more of that, and this again. As expected of a college course, but how could you manage to do all of that if you couldn’t finish— let alone understand the work you were actually required to do.

Soon enough though, you tossed your pride aside and moved to the front of the class. And true to his advice, you had been able to comprehend more, not a lot more, but something was better than nothing.

And it seemed he noticed too, his eyes began to actually find yours in class and his smile seemed genuine too. A polite, encouraging grin that never ceased to make your efforts seem worth it.

The next test, however, reminded you of your standing in the class. A cursive D+ sat like a black hole on the front of your quiz packet. Progress like that was truly no progress at all.

If you hadn’t already wasted water crying during the test itself, you would have broken down when he returned the paper to you. Face down.

With the actual exam coming up, you knew you needed to see Mr Zhongli in person. Under no circumstances could you fail this class, even if it didn’t help you further your career you still couldn’t flunk it. Lest you want to lose your scholarship.

The bag crossed over your chest, felt extra heavy as you trekked to Zhongli’s office. Maybe it was the computer, or the spiral notebook, but most likely it was the 319 page Geography book buried somewhere inside it. The physical copy was paid for by your scholarship but the online copy was not and being the broke College student you were, it definitely was not affordable.

Your knuckles brushed against the oak door, below the golden name plate that read Dr Morax. The name seriously fit him, it sounded just as professional as he was.

After a firm come in you found yourself inside his medium sized office.

He gave you time to take in your surroundings, multiple diplomas of varying degrees and schools hung on the cream walls. The wooden desk that separated you two was an organized mess, numerous stacks of papers, some graded, some not. Other nicks nacks were neatly placed on the desk, the school mascot bobblehead, newton's cradle, a small wooden globe, the things usually expected to see on a teacher's desk. This room was definitely bigger than most professors work spaces than you had seen.

“Please take a seat,” Mr Zhongli motioned to one of the plush seats in front of his desk. His own position was relaxed as he leaned back in the chair, hands folded neatly on his lap, one of his long legs sat draped over another. His slim ponytail was draped over his white button down, so long that it almost reached down to the black slacks he wore.

“Nice of you to finally stop by.”

Now that felt underhanded. Your eyes snapped up to him ready to say something back, but the words died in your throat at his look. HIs gaze was half lidded while he sported a lopsided smile that bordered on a smirk.

“Finally?” You sank into the seat, dropping your satchel onto the hardwood floor beside you with a sigh.

“Oh yes, your grade in my class is far from satisfactory.” Zhongli’s grin became tight while he spoke. The once playful glint in his eyes was taken over by a serious demeanor. Professor Zhongli.

You shifted forward, crossing your own legs to mimic his attitude.

“Yes sir, I’m sure you figured that’s why I’m here,” your voice sounded a lot more pathetic than you expected it to. It reminded you of the one time in high school when you begged your PE teacher to let you skip the FitnessGram Pacer test.

Let’s just say the second worst grade you’ve ever gotten was gym.

“I do,” Zhongli drawled, he now placed his arms on the desk, one hand remaining still while another gripped a pencil, “but truly, I’m not sure there’s much I can do for you.”

That was not what you had wanted nor expected to hear and your face reflected that. The whole wide-eyed mouth open shabang.

Zhongli released a breathy laugh at your expression, "there's nothing I can do for you but I believe you could help yourself.”

The anger you felt at his first dig was now bubbling back up, with more force. How many times could someone slyly insult you in one sitting?

¨And how could I do that sir?” Zhongli matched your attitude, pushing himself fully under the desk. His expression remained pleasant though, a nice albeit thin smile stretched across his face.

¨You could start by actually paying attention in class.”

Really? Like you hadn't just moved your seat to sit in the front of the class, mind you, BY YOURSELF. And all he had to offer is that your focus was still waning, it was though, only because you had the sexiest teacher ever though. Not from lack of effort on your part, so it’s not like it was truly your fault to start with.

Zhongli patiently waited for you to begin a retort before cutting you off with a demeaning wave of his hand, ¨Yes, yes, you moved. Like you should have from the start, you don't get a high five for doing what is expected of you. What I’d like to know is why you still struggle in my class, it’s definitely not from lack of opportunity.”

¨I assign plenty of extra credit, so I’m assuming it's not that.” Zhongli’s eyes flickered down, no not to your hidden bust, but to an open planner on his desk, before they met yours again. ¨Perhaps you should consider dropping my class.”

That finally made you bristle, visibly too, your eyes widened again as you recoiled. His words might as well have physically struck you. Being a good student meant that most teachers never had to criticize you, let alone act so sharp. His Zhongli’s blunt statements hurt in a way only a prideful student like you could feel.

You needed to act unbothered and hopefully, get under his skin too. Fixing your face into something a bit more stoic you started again.

“Doesn’t it reflect badly on a Professor if they have failing students?” You found your nails to be more interesting than meeting Zhongli’s intense gaze, his eyes seemed alight from the fierce way he stared at you.

What you didn’t expect was a throaty laugh from him, that pulled you from your nail inspection.

“Students, yes. One singular student, not so much.”

Negotiations had definitely fallen through.

Outwitting people was something you were good at. One thing that hurts more than having your ego bruised is having it body slammed when you find out you're not as good at something as you believed yourself to be.

Reading your reaction Zhongli chuckled again, “oh dear, not the answer you wanted was it?”

Your eyes couldn’t lift from the floor now, but even that served as a constant reminder of the stage you were hoping to walk on. Before any of this happened.

Zhongli’s voice pierced the silence, “Well, I have some time to help you study now, is that fine with you?”

Really there was only one choice, but you contemplated both regardless. You needed his help to bring up your grade and hopefully pass the upcoming exam but also, you didn’t want him to belittle you any further.

Maybe you could study on your own. In high school you reviewed for biology tests using the Amoeba Sisters. Did they even have anything like that for geography though?

When you found the courage to meet Zhongli’s eyes again, now lounging in his chair with his hands braced behind his head. Your ears tinted pink when you saw his lips, still in a smirk but not as wide.

Maybe you could deal with his taunting for an hour or two. For your grade of course! Not because he was gorgeous or anything. Although it helped.

“Fine,” decided to lighten the mood a bit you added, “hopefully you’re better at this than in class.”

Zhongli let out a breathy laugh while he leaned further back in his chair to glance at the clock. “Perhaps, though you may find my teaching methods unconventional.”

“Oh?” You dug into your satchel to find your textbook, “how so?”

Zhongli crossed his arms in front of himself before releasing a thoughtful groan, one that had your pupils blow open a fraction wider. “How about I quiz you, and for each question you get wrong..”

His gaze flickered from the sky of contemplation to you, “I could use a more… tactical approach. Like consequence and reward.”

As his smirk seemed to stretch, the air in the office became heavier. You blinked, believing you were imagining his suggestive voice.

“Consequence?” It’s not like your grade could get much lower so what could he do to harm you?

The pause that followed was thick with unspoken meaning, you didn’t dare move either. You were frozen in the plush chair, pinned by Zhongli’s half lidded stare.

“For each wrong answer, I could bend you over my knee and spank you.”

You blinked, then blinked again. Did he really just say that so calmly? Like he asked you to make a batch of flashcards. Heat rose to your already rosey cheeks, and you quickly looked away, feeling your heartbeat just a bit faster.

“You can’t be serious!”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s a straightforward form of discipline, it may even work on you.” The way he said the word you sent a chill down your spine. The word felt heavier, like he was implying that even someone of your caliber could understand.

You swallowed, hard. But you didn’t stand up from the chair, nor did you threaten to report him. Instead you stayed seated and actually considered his suggestion.

“What if I get the answers right?”

You seemed to be endless entertainment to Zhongli as he laughed again before retorting, “as unlikely as that maybe, we can come up with a suitable reward if that happened.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you completely ignored the ruder side of this comment.

Zhongli leaned in slightly as he gestured to the study materials laid out on his desk, “shall we begin? Or are you not going to be attentive enough again?”

He was challenging you, skillfully he goaded you

into playing his game, to participate in something where you both knew you were likely to lose. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that caused you to act so desperate. If you told on him now, you could probably drop the class without it being on your record, but a deeper desire helped guide your answer.

“I can focus,” you said, a little sharper than you had intended, “what’s the first question?”

Zhongli reached for the discarded textbook on his desk, flipping to a random page towards the middle. His smirk deepened as he read over the line.

“This is something we went over in class rather recently. Describe the process of orographic precipitation.”

Before you could catch yourself, your face fell. Your mind had blanked on you. And given the cruel grin Zhongli bore, he knew you wouldn’t know the answer.

Even though you vaguely remembered the name written on the board in class, the words didn’t arrange themselves in your head for you to create a clear answer with.

“I don’t remember,” you quickly added before Zhongli could speak, “this isn’t fair, you knew I wouldn’t know this.”

“I just opened the book, I didn’t choose the page at all.” His smug tone was nothing to match the satisfacted grin proudly stretched across his face.

“I also just mentioned we went over this in class so maybe it’s not any fault of mine anyway.”

No use in arguing with him especially because you did somewhat recall him going over it.

“Next question.”

For five whole minutes, Zhongli asked you question after question. Each of which you got pitifully wrong. As time went on you itched for Zhongli to end this sadistic game, which he was no doubt dragging out. Maybe to humiliate you, or maybe to tally up each incorrect answer and actually hit you for each of them.

Your face began to blush at the possibility of him actually spanking you. He probably only said it to get under your skin and hopefully get better results. If that was the case, you’d be very disappointed but also relieved, you didn’t want to get hit that much.

“—paying attention.”

“Latitude!” You exclaimed before shrinking in on yourself. You knew for a fact that the answer to whatever question he asked that ended in paying attention was definitely not latitude and nor would an answer be so simple with him.

Suddenly Zhongli stood up, dropping the textbook closed back onto his desk. His expression was somewhat pleased but also very annoyed. Once he reached your side of the desk, he grasped your wrist, pulling you to your feet. And with a gentle yet steady hold, he guided you to his side where he once again sat down, only to look up at you expectantly.

Zhongli’s black trousers made it hard to see any depth in his pants, but from the visible bulge you could make an educated guess on how he was feeling.

“Must I spell everything out for you? Lower your pants and bend knees over my legs.”

Face falling again, you tried to ask why that was necessary before Zhongli cut in with a sigh.

“How will I know it truly hurts if I’m not hitting your skin?”

That was almost a logical explanation if it wasn’t so sadistic. Your face must have been bright red with embarrassment as you unbuttoned your slacks. His honey eyes tracked your every move, as you lowered the fabric down your legs, then stepped out of them all together.

Feeling a bit relieved at your choice of black underwear, and not your hot pink ones, you slowly draped yourself across Zhongli’s lap.

Only a few seconds ago, you were speculating on if Zhongli was actually hard or not but now you could tell he was as his erection poked your waist.

You could feel his heat from his palm warming your plush flesh as he rubbed small circles on your ass above your underwear.

Then came the first hit. A sharp pain stretched across both mounds of soft tissue, the ache rippled down your legs and to your toes. Rebelliously, you bit your lip to hide any noises of discomfort or the subtle pleasure.

“Oh? After being shown just how pathetic you are, you refuse to even take your punishment correctly?”

The hand Zhongli had used to hold you flush against his lap, slipped to your face and squeezed your nose shut. In shock, you opened your mouth to protest but before you could, a much harder slap landed against your ass. A loud cry of pain— definitely not pleasure, tumbled from your lips.

Heavy tears traveled down your face and wet Zhongli’s pants.

“Two hits and you’re already crying?” He softly kneaded the skin before slapping it again, “no matter, I assumed if you weren’t good at school you’d be good at this.”

“But I am good at school! It’s just your stupid class—.”

A slap rang out in the room as Zhongli delivered the harshest slap yet. This time he didn’t rub the skin, instead he lifted you off his lap and placed you on the cold hardwood floor of his office. The coolness soothed your burning bottom.

“You may surprise me yet with some skill.”

You took only a second to wipe your tears before you heard the sound of Zhongli removing his belt. Instinctively, self preservation won because you scrambled back, hitting your head on the edge of Zhongli’s desk in the process. But shockingly enough, he didn’t wrap it around his hand to hit you harder.

Instead he placed it on the desk as he worked on undoing his slacks button and zipper. Once he finished that, Zhongli reached into his pants to pull out his penis.

Truth be told, you weren’t a prude, you’d had sexual encounters before, none that went past giving or receiving oral sex but still. Zhongli’s dick was pretty too though, a thick underside vein ran from the scrotum to his tip. The head itself was flushed, apparently the blush he lacked on his face his cock made up for.

Still, the size itself was impressive, you couldn’t tell how long it was but at least your fist and a half.

From the angle you sat on the floor at, you couldn’t tell if he had any hair but you doubted a man as well kept as Zhongli would be anyways.

Suddenly his hands shot out and grabbed you under your arms, turning you around and placing him on his lap. In this position his thighs rested between yours.

“I had considered making you suck me off when you eventually did come to see me about your grade but to think you were such an… abysmal student, we’ll just do this for now.”

Zhongli lifted your ass before sliding your panties to the side and thumbing your clit.

“You couldn’t even take your punishment honorably, not that I expected you too anyways..”

Zhongli droned on as he rubbed same circles on your pearl. Though you hadn’t heard a single word he said, not that you had the capacity to do so anyhow, his fingers skillfully manipulated you to putty in the man’s hands. His middle finger slipped to your entrance as he began to lethargically massage your g-spot.

You had heard of that area but, you nor your previous partners had been able to stimulate it the same way Zhongli was now.

Reached a new height as he introduced another finger, further pressing into the velvety zone.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t been touched in so long that you came so quickly but it happened regardless. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave as Zhongli allowed you to ride it out. The pleasure was kin to a hot shower (that you would definitely be taking once this was over with) after a long day. One of those showers that you sit in the tub and let the water trickle down from your hair to your toes.

Once the pleasure was over though, it was done completely. Zhongli removed his hands before pushing you down into the desk, half of your face buried into a stack of ungraded papers. His hand pressed down between your shoulder blades effectively pinning you to the wood.

You heard the chair roll behind you as Zhongli stood up, his penis slipping in between your folds.

“Now that you’ve had your pleasure, I will be taking mine.”

Without further warning, Zhongli began to pierce you, inch by inch he sunk deeper in your quim. He wasn’t rough, nor was he forceful as he pressed on. His hand still remained placed on your back but his other trailed down your side before grabbing your hip and pulling you back onto him. So now not only was he entering you, he was pulling you back to meet him halfway.

Your lower body ached at the intrusion, as low moans of pain and contentment left you. It felt weird to be filled up like this but also so natural. Now you hated not going further than oral sex with anyone else.

When Zhongli was completely inside you, he stopped moving to sigh, “truly made for this. If all were to fail, you could always sell yourself. I’m sure you’d make a nice sum of mora.”

Words of protest were turned into lewd moans as Zhongli began to grind into you, not not thrusting but slowly rolling his hips. Remembering your setting you bit your lip again, in hopes of not drawing unwanted attention.

“Don’t,” Zhongli began to pick up the pace, no longer rocking but instead coming all the way out before pounding back into you, hitting that special sponge inside you. “Everyone has already left for the day.”

Your gasp was turned into a high pitched moan as Zhongli rammed into you particularly hard. Him knowing that no one was there let you know just how in control of the situation Zhongli was, with that came a shocking revelation. He probably planned this all along.

You weren’t given anymore time to think about that possibility as Zhongli slightly lifted your chest from the desk. Now that one of his hands no longer had to hold you down, it wrapped around to toy with your nipple.

The harsh pulling on the soft nub brought out more yells from you as he didn’t relent of his intent to bully his way into your womb.

“Look at you,” Zhongli cooed, “drooling on yourself.”

Although his words were embarrassing, they didn’t register in your mind as you tried to bounce in tandem with his thrusts. At least you attempted to before his grip on your hip tightened in warning.

That hand also slipped to the front and sloppily rubbed your clit, leaving you to support your rocking weight on unsteady arms. The sound of his hips meeting your sore ass sent resounding sharp claps into different corners of the room.

It felt like hours upon hours of Zhongli’s grunting in your ear, the sudden sharp pain shooting up your spine from your butt, him pinching your sensitive nipple.

Now his movements were a bit choppy as, you assumed, Zhongli was close to reaching his orgasm. As opposed to traveling faster, his cock was going deeper, looking to bury its head in your cushiony womb. Merely seconds before him, you came. A second mind numbing euphoria, almost as rich as the last one covered you like a heated blanket. Your eyes squeezed closed as you were captured in bliss.

Just as sudden as it had started, it ended, as Zhongli emptied himself inside you. After a few seconds of his warm seed spurting inside you. The room was still hot with both of your gasps as Zhongli’s musky cologne permeated your senses from behind you.

Following your shared daze, he pulled out of you, allowing his semen to also drip onto the floor. You collapsed face first onto your geography textbook. Behind you, Zhongli’s leather seat creaked as he fell onto the chair. The sound of a draw opening made you aware enough to open your eye a little bit.

Zhongli's fingers came into view as he held a small tablet, “It’s a plan b.”

Opening your mouth to allow him to place the pill on your tongue you shut your eye again. You wanted the moment to never end, the nerve damaging pleasure you experienced tonight was truly life changing, but your momentary reprieve was ruined by the sound of Zhongli redoing his pants. In the midst of cleaning himself up, he rubbed up and down your back gently.

“You’re earned an A for the quarter by the way.”

~

Quick end note. Do you think Zhongli have a plan b implies that he’s done this before or that he prepared for you really well?

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Love considering Brian's weird morals often bc my morals seem weird to the standard kind or so I've been told? So really I think you make a great point about sentience - so I think it's not just sentience, but innocence? Not sure if that's the word I'm looking for but... all living things definitely have some level or variation of sentience, plants and animals and people all communicate and so forth. (Arguably intimate object have a certain life/sentience to them but that's an entirely different argument i don't know how to get into rn so ignoring that.) But I think a possibility for Brian's morals is to value all sentient life equally. A man's life, a cat's life, and a rose's life are all worth value, all equal value because of the life that they hold. So letting the rose die is the same as letting a cat or a man die. Nit certain that's how it would be with Brian but I think it works here well enough?

(Also, like I said I like thinking about Brian's morals a lot so to add to "innocence", I mean it like... you hold the rose's life, the man's life, and the cat's life to the same value in this scenario. But say, what if the man killed the cat, and saw fit to kill the roses next? And say you could stop the man from killing the roses, but only by means of death. Would you kill the man to save the roses, or stand by to avoid taking a life, and watch the life you spared take another? Okay idk why I stuck with the same analogy trio there so now this sounds a little silly and oddly specific but. I was trying. Dunno if this made any sense. But I always think about that line at the beginning of The Boondocks Saints movie "Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.". It's one of my favorite things ever and I think that's something Brian probably struggles with a lot in MJE. When is indifference better than action if all the actions betrays his morals? Is it ever? Is it always? Is it never? Basically I think he should be allowed to kill in MJE but figuring out when murder is actually appropriate is...... Well. Very tricky for someone living a life like him to say the least. I mean, his crewmates are his family but also very big criminals and murders so is it appropriate to shoot Jonny for sealing the last soda. If he was mortal probably not but he's immortal so- *window's shut down noise that's either coming from Brian or my brain bc it's midnight*)

anyways making you laugh and you liking my description made me very very very happy bc I value my humor and mediocre poetry in random convos so <3

You're very right bc I have a completely separate headcanon-ish idea about TS being with Brian when the Station falls into the sun. We are trying so hard to give him love and companionship.

I feel like the continued and growing talk (+think about them none stop bc I am thinking about them constantly) about these roses is poetically ironic to me bc as they grow up and into our drumbot they climb and weave their way through our words. Neat :) but YES the roses binding him to the gallows as the catgut rots.... oh my goodness obsessed

Also agreed!! I feel like Mordred would honestly be the first person to even truly directly asked why he was hung. Also I keep imagining the idea his was hung bc of the mother (+maybe also baby) dying in childbirth that he was trying to help deliver (which I'm like 95% sure was your idea from another post but it's muddled in the trenches of my mechanisms headcanons that are stored in my brain). Which Mordred would definitely argue wasn't his fault, to which Brian still would not leave the gallows. For one the roses, for two to hang was his punishment which he feels he deserves because, three he feels it was his fault.

And oh!! I feel so silly now bc that's the type of glasswork I was picture but I always think of the word glassblowing instead lol. Also tho a few days ago me and my mom we watching an archeology docu and they were digging up Anglo Saxon graves and talking about the beads they made that archeologist found buried with the folk in the graves (among other things obviously). Can't remember exactly how the guy explained the process of the bead making but it was very fascinating and however Galahad ends up doing his I'm going to picture them very similarly to those beads I think. I mean there's definitely plenty of info available about the beads so I'll probably end up looking into it again later cause I'm too curious about the mixing of materials for painting/coloring the beads.

(also very silly but glass/metal beads are so much more satisfying than plastic/wood bc of the weight..... think about the weight and the clinky sounds of Galahad's beads is scratching my corvid brain)

The flowers!!! Growing around his heart!!!! The thorns scrap and scratch but never tear or puncture, carefully, kindly, lovingly weaving around veins that transition from flesh to metal. Ugh!!!! Also okay grabbing the rosa filipes from the tags and stuffing them in my mouth now actually. While I felt like have bold/brightly colored flowers would be neat for the pop of color in an otherwise dull colored world would be so cool ... Well first off red/orange hues wouldn't actually stand out on the station, from rust to blood. Second, actually? White flowers tend to be some of my favorites ever. Idk why (must've started somewhere as a tiny tot between feeling genuine upsetness over the roses getting painted red in the alice and wonderland cartoon bc they were pretty as is you don't need to be changed to appeal to others who don't actually care about you, and also the clover flowers I called popcorn flowers that grew all over the place where I lived). But while still not traditional looking roses petal shape wise I'm already in love with them. AND wait back to the color thing. I think the thing about these flowers that would make them stand out on the station is that they're clean. Something not stained by the rust and sand and waste of the station is hard to come by, muchless anything bright white. But when the blossoms freshly bloom, they're brilliant white and blinding and clean and just so pure. It's a treasure of a sight for a place like the station. The clean soft color doesn't transfer over when turned into beads, of course, but the weight in Galahad's hands is enough to remember the image of something many folk on the station would live and die without ever seeing.

please consider: Galahad always carrying around rosary beads/prayer beads that carry the image of Merlin, The Hanged Man in the style of a saint or of a crucifix. Also he handmade the entire thing of beads btw.

[1-800-deactivatednearu]

woag character design notes

[i.d.: a drawn line up of the half life vr ai characters, from left to right, gordon, dr. coomer, tommy, bubby, gman, and benrey. /end i.d.]

yeah i skipped some guys , i dont draw some of them enough to have much unique designs and some of them are a png of a dog

trust me i am just surprised as the rest of yall that i am doing hlvrai art . design notes below (very long, mind your step)

gordon:

wow this guy dont got no head

i didnt want to give gordon a face because of how unexact the person is as the fandom engages with it. is it wayne rtvs? (well as presented to an audience, yes) is it gordon freeman? (well as seen from an in game perspective, yes) is it a whole new guy entirely? (well as

i cut the confusion and took it a whole new direction: guillotine

hlvrai being treated as a very broken game is fun to me as a design perspective, so if you (the audience) are not supposed to see his face, what happens when you see it anyways? missing texture time

there are eyes drawn over because i did not have confidence in my expressions at first and then it grew on me

i think if i were to draw (and i have drawn) an actual person under the mask i would still censor the eyes because that is where the vr headset sits!!

(i do not like putting an actual flesh to gordon though)

though i really like seeing how other people interpret gordon hlvrai it is not . my gordon ? we are talking about the same guy . but this is my gordo . i made this one . this guy my guy . maybe i should draw other gordon designs

i can draw the hev suit from memory and it is also the entire reason why i can render metal confidently

i liked how people changed the lambda to read ai :] i also have no clue if i wrote the lambda correctly

(i did, i just checked)

dr coomer:

as much as i draw/drew him i find it more fun to not stick to one set design :)

so a lot of my takes on dr coomer tend to jump from idea to idea, especially from what other people are doing, though they could be fitted to the left and right designs!

the left design is mainly based off what i saw in fandom spaces

we see rounder shapes, making for a more friendly and welcoming appearance

i think of this as straying from the more professional uniform of the actual scientist models

enter swimming shorts and bright yellow socks, for some reason

so now he kind of looks like a cool science teacher :)

it might be the lab coat

the right design is mainly based off thumbnails for hlvrai itself

these use a more angular appearance

i want to push how comically buff he is because of strength he shows at times, especially since his left design seems to completely down play it as a comically not buff man who is still very strong

the shadows on right design coomer get so much more harsh and exaggerated because i have comic books on the mind :)

he really does look like a dehydrated comic book character huh

tommy:

stick bug (he gets it from his dad) (this thought process is explained at gman section)

i pushed a lot of the saturation of colours in her design because i think tommy gets to be a little silly with it

fun art story of the day! when you color, try messing with hue! you might notice you can get away with a lot as long as your values are about right

i like pushing this with white because you can get away with a lot of things reading as “off white”

old faithful for me is cool shadows with a warm transition colour to keep things visually interesting

i keep making white objects the trans flag

happy pride

tommys design looks a little like a school boy, with the tucked in button up shirt+suspenders+shorts+jacket tied around the waist . and the primary colours . but like it is really fun to dress up so brightly

i actually was strongly inspired by medieval babies if that is a weird descriptor? i wanted him to both be a middle aged man but also a young adult

do not be like tommy, who has their finger on the trigger of the gun while not even looking at where it is pointing and good god he is squeezing the trigger . top ten firearm safety of all time

bubby:

the absurd part is that i think bubby is tall . he is just between tommy and gman who are exaggeratedly lanky .

i wanted to make bubby a pointy kinda guy, so he is the only one actually wearing the lab coat proper . and the only one actually wearing dress socks but not even wearing dress shoes

i wanted to give him a novelty tie but i was running low on ideas and running high on boreds so we dont get a tie

he does have crocs though!! in attack mode!!

i do think we all kind of saw his model and collectively decided it works for him because i have honestly not seen major divergences from his model?

gman:

stick bug

i wanted to stress the more spooky and unknowable nature of him and took it in the dark souls direction of “make bigger than player character”

maked too bigger

he cannot walk through any doorways but you will have to crane your neck to look up at him

in the opposite direction of tommy, i pulled a lot of the saturation in gmans design

it feels important to make them both not fully match the rest of the slightly less broken npcs because there was so much work to make them look cool so i have to respect that

actually a lot of gmans and tommys designs are made in opposite to one another

gman has a largely stationary face and very stiff line work

while tommy is pushed to expressive as possible

thats pretty fun, way to go me

benrey:

benrey also has two designs

and in both of these i keep getting too lazy to use a reference so  the vests are super plain (forgetting the badge and black mesa logo) . i think the helmet is supposed to be darker actually .

the design ethos of benrey was “built like a brick shithouse”

a friend of mine took this cooler and interpreted it as a shield/wall/barrier as a physical (and narrative) obstacle

again the first uses fandom designs

most notably the overcast shadow (seen in video thumbnails but i never noticed it or understood why so many people did it until someone pointed it out to me)

i think hlvrai is such a great medium because it acknowledges it is a game and is able to play into that to great effect! i think the shadow is fun to imagine as solid black as a small reminder of the impossibility of the space :]

benrey is a smug cat in the body of a human . to be honest . and this is the full range of emotion i have ever drawn him with

the second was mostly because as fun as taking creative liberties are, i just really wanted to see benrey as is: the half life security guard model in all its slight wonk :]

i actually do prefer this design . it is a little more uncanny because i choose the worst translations of the model . i like it because it is a little more uncanny !

that can be said for like . every single design in this line up huh .

[luciawithoutj]

Hey hi hello!

I have some things to say about new merch and jo merch in general so this is gonna be a litrle longer post and actually I think I should cange my semiotics theme (which is already about jo) about how bad their merch design is.

First of all little disclaimer: this is all my humble opionion based on what I learned in my one year of being graphic design student and an artist and designer on the internet for last 4-5 years. Before going to uni I learned most of about art and graphic design stuff by reading books and watching tons of yt videos. Second of all this critic is just coming from place of love for this band because I see so mucb potential and they could do some amazing merch designs if they give it a chance and I am fully aware how expensive the touring is and why they had to cut the quality of merch products.

So far my favorite jo band merch designs are cds (that probably required some designer to make), condoms (because they are really funny, genius, nicely designed and unique merch that fit the vibe of the band and matches their songs as well) and the new tshirt from last merch drop (which design is made by one slovenian fanartist : link.

Main reason that made me want to speak up is seeing that this merch drop will only have 100 products (my friend said that could mean 20-ish shirts per size) which how big this fandom has gotten in last year is pretty really dam limited. For a limited product I am really disappointed and I hoped for more. For such a limited product that design is the most default design they could have gone for and I am so sorry for Damon because his work is goregous, amazing, breathtaking and I could talk about it for ages and how inspiring it is but this shirt design isn't serving.

If they wanted to do bare minimum of design with those 5 images here is some of my ideas (unfortunately I don't have time to visually show them to yall on a mock ups because of finals that I should be studying for instead of writing this so try to imagine what I am trying to say and demonstrate). First is just simple instead of white choose black shirt or even better a thisrt. If you want it to go a stepp further is using their name logo font (font name is Avaline btw if anyone wants to download and use it for their designs :))) and either put it how they did when they promoted the everybody's waiting or to write idk therapy sessions or anything related to the band or it can even be some inside joke.

Something like this would make design just a bit more intersting but still bare minimum but amazing for regular merch. If they want to go a step further but want to keep the long sleeves (this idea was suggested by few people I talked too) they could put pictures vertically on the sleeves. I would find it a bit cooler if it is on the right sleeve out-side and then they put their band logo (the heart one) on the left side of the shirt where people's hearts normally are.

After exams I would definitely like to try to make some designs and just limit myself with this 5 pictures and play with typography and photoshoop to make something interesting.

Another I want to mentioned is how in my humble opinion if you are gonna sell limited edition either make it really pretty or good quality or really cursed and funny with inside jokes.

I think people (and me first) would eat tshirts (but also other merch designs) with some cursed designs or just texts that say "sparklative" or "slay pose" or "I feel SloveNACE" (this 3 were suggested by amazing people in tumblr discord server) or even let Jan photoshoop their faces on most random picture. This 5 guys with their gen z humour could make and do some hilarious merch like how amazing idea the condoms are.

Last thing I want to say is how many amazingly talented fans are. I mean even Damon was so shocked and moved by amount of talent and art made in this community. Furthermore I know (some of them as online friends and mutuals, others as just artists from same fandom) who are also either graphic design students or they work in art/graphic design/entertainment fields and some of them (including myself) would be so happy to even make few merch designs or art for them for freee or for a ticket for their show. Personally I would die from happiness if I get a chance to work with my favorite band that inspires me so much everyday to the point people at my uni think I am from Slovenia and know slovenian because of how much I include them in my uni work and how much fanart and designs I made because of them in last 6 months.

I just think there is so much potential guys might not be aware of (Idk honestly because who knows what is going on backstage in their lives). But yeah they could have even asked Damon to help them with composition of the pictures on that shirt or even hire Racik to make some pretty art or any fanartist honestly. Here is just few links of my favorite fanartists who also do a lot of graphic design related stuff (and also some of them sell their products on their own websites/redbubble/etsy/inprint/etc) :

Tia <3

Roxanne

Vic

jo.kam_ (previously mentioned her design)

Lemon

yelecx

Racik (ofc)

There is probably more but my brain for hell of it won't remember any names so feel free to add in the comments or tags more artists <3

I could probably go more in depth and give more ideas how to improve merch designs the cheapest and best way as possible but still trying to keep the quality good as it needs to be. I know there is still gonna be people fighting for this shirts and people are still gonna buy their merch but just it hurts my art/designer soul seeing this bad designs when there is so much potential and they have amazing fans and amazing crew and they work with so many talnted people and they themselves are so talented and their music inspired so many and so much.

Thanks everyone for coming to my TedTalk. <3

Actually now I am thinking and from just talking about jo work from design and semiotics perspective for that semiotics seminar I could just focus on their merch design and go more in detail about it and if yall want when it is done and I translate it in english I could share it here for people who want to read about it. Let me know I guess.

Also if someone is interested my art and design insta is lucia.without.j and my redbubble is lucia-without-j and my dms are always open if someone wants to chat or complain about anything art, design, joker out or any other fandom I am in related.

P. S. I am so sorry for any spelling mistakes and if what I said doesn't make sense. English isn't my first language.

[mimikoolover]

”examples of times when JK has been supportive of jimin? especially his solo work? or has shown up for him. Genuinely wondering ”

…..anon seriously? The real question here is what counts as being supportive and showing up in your book, and why are you assuming your book is jimin’s book? If jk went to jimin’s tv performances like hobi and yoongi, would that have changed things? Why is that the only way to be supportive? Genuinely wondering?

bro has been vibing to jimin solo songs in lives/random content since forever, especially 2023. Long before then you have examples like the serendipity obsession, countless instances of watching jimin rehearse it, saying his song was his favorite, using lyrics from it to describe what Jimin is to him. Being someone jimin claimed always made him smile and feel better when he was down? Always taking pictures of, filming, and editing Jimin, more than any other member? Praising his dancing, his visuals, his work ethic, literally admiring him? Being the one who was there when jimin opened up to the cameras about his depression? Comforting him when he tears up, being personally affected by him crying or not being okay? Sometimes appearing to be the only one who knows Jimin well enough to know where his boundaries are, when he’s okay with bantering and teasing and when it goes too far (example - post unga speech live, post on:e concert, last 2023 live) In 2023 saying to look forward to the SMF teaser at midnight calling it ”something amazing”? Another whole ass live dedicated to watching jimin, mostly solo work? Talking about jimin in pretty much every live ever? Watching his dance rehearsal in person?Commenting on his tiktok dances? Planning to cook for him and doing it? Asking to do lives with him all through 2023? Popping in during his production diary live saying he’ll watch it too?(idc if he actually did but you want public support right??) Could go into ays details but this is getting long… but in the end we have jk being the one jimin chose to enlist with and said many times it’s reassuring to have, that they can lean on eachother, that time goes by faster because he’s by his side?

It’s not that jokers can’t list things, it’s that they know there’s no point. Because yall already know it all and you choose to downplay it. You don’t care about what Jimin clearly values in someone close to him. You only care about what YOU see as support, and no matter how many examples you see of what jk has done, it’ll never be enough. So this was a waste of time. Bye.

listing it may be a waste for people choosing to be willingly ignorant but as a jikooker it's really lovely reading all the things jikook do for each other💖

[mormtastic]

it makes me so upset when people act like writing is inherently an inferior art form to visual art (such as drawing and painting and whatever else)

and i say this AS a visual artist who doesn’t even post his writing. it just genuinely makes me so upset that you people don’t seem to care for writers anymore

i’ve two things i’d like to talk about on this topic, one being in regard to fandom, and the other being in regard to ai. so read more for a yap idk

1. in fandom

i hate when people act like fanart is more valuable— or respectable, even— than fanfiction in fandom spaces. you people act like because SOME fanfiction is “cringe” or “not well written” it makes the entire form of fan content embarrassing to talk about / engage with / create. it’s so upsetting to me. fanfic writers, in a lot of cases, are extremely talented people. the ability to understand a piece of media and the characters in it to the point where you’re able to create new stories from it is so cool. and a lot of fanfiction writers have quite literally spent years improving their writing, and learning how to phrase things in ways that best fit the story they’re trying to tell. it’s so so awesome to me and it makes me upset when people belittle fanfiction writers because of some predisposed assumption that fanfiction is inherently cringe or childish

2. in regard to ai

i’d like to start off by saying, ALL AI IS BAD. ai has terrible effects on our environment, with the energy it consumes and the waste it produces. it’s also just bad for society in general, promoting laziness, incompetence, and the spread of misinformation

however, i’m aware that certain people hold the view that ai is “only harmful in creative spaces”

this is objectively wrong, but to entertain that view for a moment, those of you who claim to hate ai “in creative spaces” and then turn around and hop on character.ai are SO ANNOYING.

at that point, by “creative spaces,” i’d assume you were for some reason only referring to visual art. which, again, is just so demeaning. what is writing to you if not an art form??

and the fact that you’d use artificial intelligence to generate written fan content rather than, i dunno,

-writing it yourself

-finding a real person to roleplay it with/write it with

-requesting a fanfic writer to write it

-looking for fics with a similar premise that already exist

is so evil and lazy. by supporting ai roleplay sites you are INHERENTLY diminishing creative writing spaces in fandom. i hope you know that.

it’s genuinely so frustrating, too, because i’ve met people who are literally on character.ai for multiple hours of the day. do you know how many fanfiction writers you could have shown support to within that time frame? real people? real people who put love and effort into creating written content, just for you to turn around and act like an AI is more worth your time??????

oh my GOD

ok sorry rant over 🙏🤲 for now

TL;DR written art is just as valuable as visual art. and especially in fandom spaces, you people really need to realize that. it’s genuinely so frustrating to see yall completely disregard the talents of writers in fandom

[sillygoblinantics]

Just minding my business trying to get myself in the groove of Bonnie’s day out and….

Do I have permission to just use the “that’s you Lily” art?

Lily you’ve shown to never appreciate a story and whine about it being too long and either skip/not read OR refuse to fucking finish it!

EAT YOUR FUCKING SOUP LILY YOU ASKED FOR IT SO EAT IT

It’s almost like it’s a fundamental aspect or structure to writing… maybe make your own opinion rather than constantly stealing others.

Here’s food for thought: maybe the reason everything looks the same to you, it’s a sign that you have not really broadened your perspective of media?

Lily.

Sometimes skipping for the plot cuts context from anything that might’ve been mentioned in the silly unrelated storyline.

You do this Lily, you’ve done this, admitted to doing this and by god do I wish I could link a compilation video of you saying these things to point to as reference

You know those moments are still important to the overall story, right?

Moments like that help the audience or reader (which was implied as being the topic) better know the multiple facets of the cast/character. But those moments are also interwoven with the plot via reflection and worry, just the general thoughts the character(s) have of the threat or plot in the story. It’s not all quiet and peaceful in the slice of life moment. That is the calm before the storm.

I would recommend Lily some books but she doesn’t read anything or even reread to fix her own writing.

But for you guys! I’d be more than happy to recommend these for yall starting out or needing refreshers!

Save the Cat! — Blake Snyder

Visual Storytelling • How to Speak to your Audience without Saying a Word — Morgan Sandler

The Writer’s Journey - 3rd Ed • Mythic Structure for Writers — Christopher Vogler

And these!

Oki ima go back to drawing now

[herotome]

Devlog #159

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I'd like to share some complex feelings with you all! The good news is, I've been hacking away at the first major LI branches, and I've made significant process with Griffin's branch.

The bad news (for me) is that I feel like it sucks!!! And I have to do this for how many other LIs?? AAAAAH.

I suspect it doesn't actually suck, and even if it's shoddy quality it can always be rescued with editing, but yknow... we're our own worst critics and it's hard out here.

So yeah, just wanted to share that I've been struggling with thoughts like that but I'm nonetheless trucking onwards.

Last night I formatted the aforementioned Griffin branch into code. And it's like... a LOT of content. I'm dreading the clean-up editing, and (again) the task of writing similar content for other LIs... but when it's all said and done I do have faith that yall will really enjoy it. <3 I can probably release the next demo/chapter after these branches are all set, or shortly after. It'll be a while from now but it's nice to have a milestone to look forward to.

Anyway. More on code I've done;

A small addition/fix to ensure Mia's name shows up properly and correctly when she's got the side icon on screen

Eleven(!!) spots where the a saved game's title will update! ... But uh, you can see this example breaks past the boundaries of the textbox, so I'll have to figure out what to do there later.

Eleven autosave checkpoints. ... I dont have an exciting visual for this one, but you can rest assured that your latest checkpoint wont send you back to day 1 when you're well into day 2.

And I backed up my files. Yall, if you got precious files, make sure to

!!!!!!!BACK UP YOUR FILES!!!!!

XOXOXO.

Ahem. Other than that.... more art concepts that I'm not ready to show lol, but it involves concepting hairstyles for the secret lesbian LI and Dart's sister. I think I'm becoming happier with them.. I THINK.

And finally I've just been doing my usual on and off writing/editing/filling in random blanks I left during previous writing sessions. I might try to make a visual graph for myself...

Tadah, quick and dirty. Apologies for the small text -- you might be able to read it if you right-click open the image in a separate tab, but the purpose of this is more to show a quick bird's eyes view of where I'm at... .... but I think the scenes I've "barely started" are going to be much bigger than I've allocated here, and of course the individual LI branches are much, MUCH larger than I've depicted pffft.

I don't wanna spend too much time on a graph when I could be making more progress on this goofy ahh game though. Maybe I'll make a more legible and size-accurate graph another time.

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[visenyaism]

your tags!!! your tags are very important!! and everybody and their mother seems to turn a blind eye on the orientalism and only say “but look it’s not a white savior narrative!!! it’s a criticism!!!” (and me personally i hate dune and i don’t wanna watch it i can’t get past the orientalism as a mena muslim it sickens me) and the book is incredibly racist and i found out it was sand dunes in oregon who inspired him to write the book there but this ghoul herbert thought hey yall what do sand dunes remind you of? mystic primitive dwellers... sand arabs am i right haha... sand and arabs haha” which is so infuriating i wish i could tell him to kill himself. nobody ever seems to say anything ab how racist and orientalist it is and how the movie (i saw a couple scenes of the fremen) aesthetifies that i was appalled by how they were portrayed on arrakis in those scenes from the first movie. appalled. anyway i had to rant. thanks for reading me

yeah i think “dune is a text that is fundamentally trying to be an anti-white savior and anti-colonial narrative” and “these themes are also undercut because frank herbert is indulging in a lot of orientalism throughout” are truths that need to coexist. like the fremen are very much a hodgepodge of bedouin and amazigh cultures plus whatever frank herbert is thinking of all filtered through his pretty lazy conception of what Islam is. Like instead of coming up with a language for the fremen he just has them speak Arabic as the alien language in the book.

The movies do some to change this but a lot of it got repeated with the visuals and costuming and some of the acting choices. like why do the “fundamentalists” have heavy accents whereas enlightened skeptic Chani talks like an american. what did they mean by that. I wish that the discourse around it had a little bit more room for the nuance that while it tries to accomplish all of these things as a text it’s also still Orientalist. it IS a criticism of those tropes as a narrative but that doesn’t make it immune from criticism

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

I’m probably gonna get dog-piled for this, but as a fan of OBX, I don’t understand the hype about Rafe at all.

I can see his visual appeal and the fact that some of yall are into more violent characters (can’t judge, me too). But the entire time while watching the show, I only saw him as a whiney bitch who acted like a numbskull who could only get things done through violence and acting like a big guard dog for the wrong people. I mean, maybe I misinterpreted his character, but that’s how I see him.

So other than at a very basic level, I don’t see the appeal. Feel free to enlighten me if you feel strongly.

Quick side note for those who don’t see my additional replies:

Thank you everyone for your input, I respect your love for the character and this is not an attack.

I kind of worded this wrong, but I do think Rafe is a good and emotionally developed character in the show. The way I described him was more of a summary/ based on an idea that he is not some big dom ‘throw you across the room’ daddy as I’ve seen him portrayed in countless fanfictions. His character has integrity and potential, and I genuinely feel it has been diminished because of the sexualization of the actor instead of understanding his actual character. I don’t think Rafe is violent because that’s how he is (or that he’s some dommy daddy type action). That was my point when describing him that way, which looking back was messy.

My point was—Rafe and his violence is not supposed to be attractive because it’s not who he is. He uses it to get approval. You can tell that underneath he has heart and is redeemable. But I think that there are people in the OBX community that took his violent nature to heart instead of understanding the character and used it to make him more desirable. Hope this clarification helped in this discussion.

I do read all of your replies but I think I said what I needed to so far.