#sometimes i do things and then remember i have no artistic talent to speak of

[steph-pilled]

i saw the original picture, had a vision, blacked out and then this cursed creation was on my phone

[natalyarose]

𝑀𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝒽 🪽- 𝒫𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒹 ♡

I'm really enjoying doing these pick a cards and hope they're finding the right people well. I expect to get a little mystical with this one 💫

To choose the pile meant for you, it can help to close your eyes and visualise purple before choosing 💟 another technique is to take a deep breath, and see which image seems to pull on your heartspace. If nothing stands out, it's possible none are meant for you this time and that's perfectly fine too ♡

♡ 1 - King of Swords, the Chariot, the Empress, 9 of Pentacles

channelled messages ~

'be different'

'you're you for a reason'

'you're going to help wake up the world'

'ignore negativity, trust your sensitivity'

From this group I'm getting a lone wolf type of vibe. Not in the sense that you are surly or don't like other people, quite the opposite, it's more that you do your own thing and you always have. You trust your own intuition first and rather than following the masses, you follow what feels 'high vibrational'. It sounds cringe but sweet lol- I'm hearing 'you follow the sparkle'. In life, you follow the ideas and experiences that truly light you up and excite you. You have a very angelic energy, and you are extremely sensitive & intuitively attuned to what true, high vibrational, heavenly energy actually feels like. It's very easy for you to sense when something 'doesn't sparkle' so to speak or doesn't emit a high frequency, and you simply veer away from it. I'm picking up almost like a mystical unicorn energy, someone who is very magical and just 'gallops away' from the dramas of Earth lol. For this reason, you are a leader & you stand out. You may not think of yourself as a leader because you're not the kind to make a big fuss in typical social situations, you're not the kind to be the 'boss'; but it's more on a spiritual level.

You think independently and have a sense of clarity & connection to higher realms that is unusual, and very necessary. It's very possible your soul has previously existed in energetically lighter/higher/more angelic places, so you remember these energies and part of your 'mission' on earth, part of why you've been sent here is to be a beacon & open doors for other people that they never considered. You are like a human portal to someplace else..

I'm seeing that because you embody this very high frequency, you are immune to a lot of negativity, but sometimes you do run into people or situations where you feel criticised or misunderstood because you go against the grain. In your mind, structures & hierarchies, things that are are very primal and Earthly, don't make a lot of sense to you and many people don't understand how you are so free from these paradigms.

The message here is to trust who you are, trust that you are here for a reason. Trust your MESSAGE (especially if you're a creative or an artist, trust that you have something significant & otherworldly to share). (Slight TW) Some people in this pile may struggle with suicidal or very helpless thoughts, feeling like you just have no purpose here or are useless because your energy & talents lie beyond what is typically valued in this world, but truly, you have an important role in showing the world what more is out there. Trust your place in the world, your beauty and value. + your intuition & clarity!! Don't doubt it! Your purpose is huge. ♡

♡♡♡♡♡♡

♡ 2 - Nine of Cups, Two of Pentacles, the Tower, the Hanged Man RX

channelled messages ~

'calm in the storm'

'high priestess'

'inner strength'

'self protection'

Group 2, I'm seeing that for those who this message is meant for, you are in a situation in your life/that you are witness to where there are chaotic or tumultuous circumstances at play that you can't physically do anything about. You want to, but you can't interfere. In my channelling before I pulled the cards, I did see the Tower card too & it ended up coming out. It's as though things are falling apart around you, but what I'm seeing is spirit wants you to protect yourself and your energy. It makes sense, since the picture you chose is a dark purple-y colour, and dark colours are associated with protection. Right now, wearing dark coloured gemstones or colours (eg. a dark purple shawl, a black tourmaline necklace, just wearing dark clothes) could be very beneficial and energetically aid this need for protection.

For some I'm getting that you are exposing yourself to a lot of darkness/negativity on the news or online hence the message that these are situations you can't do physically do anything about. For others this is something in your real life where things/people are falling apart around you in real time, and a part of you might be wondering if you should be reaching out and doing more.

The message here is to protect your happiness and in a sense, 'cloak yourself' from whatever this is. Trust your inner wisdom too. 'Leave it up to the universe', I'm hearing. While helping others is a noble thing, it's not your job to reach out and save everyone else in this storm. It's not pleasant to see, but at this stage it is important to focus on your happiness and maintain balance.

One thing about the Tower card, is that it'll be over eventually and oftentimes the metaphorical Tower was bound to fall all along. The Tower has to fall, the chaos and darkness has to break loose, for there to be a chance of rebuilding something better and understanding what went wrong.

Have no shame in going within, maybe spending time alone, focusing on what makes YOU happy and joyful. It's not your job to brave the storm. For some of you. this tumultuous situation could be pertaining to something traumatic you've gone through or witnessed in the past, and I see you thinking a lot about it. About what went wrong and why, if you could've done this or that, etc. If this is the case, know that however you reacted in a crisis/traumatic situation is not something to beat yourself up over. This isn't to say you can just 'get over' it of course, but more that sometimes when something really messed up happens you've got to just go 'well that happened... that was f*cked' and not get lost in the semantics of what you shoulda coulda woulda done.

I believe in y'all pile 2- strong witchy energy from you guys too...♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 3 - Two of Swords, 4 of Cups Rx, 5 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles

channelled messages ~

'what your father did wasn't your fault' (very oddly specific I know lol)

'let's make magic'

'dry your tears'

'have hope'

Group 3, I see spirit wanting to comfort you- like a comforting friend who wants to dry your tears and go 'aww, it's okay'. I keep hearing 'you didn't ruin it, we can put it back together again'. This is really oddly specific, but I'm going to go with it. I see you being very worried about something that happened that wasn't actually your fault, and it's like you're feeling very outcasted for whatever it is? You're being very hard on yourself. If it isn't pertaining to a specific situation, I'm also seeing someone who is just genuinely extremely hard on themselves and always has been. You make a small perceived mistake, and start feeling as though you've ruined everything, are a failure, are less than. I definitely see a lot of comparing yourself to other people, or feeling judged by other people.

For some who picked this pile, there could be people in your life who fought a lot, and brought you into it, or blamed you/used you as a scapegoat for their own struggles, and you've really taken it on. A part of you feels like you've ruined everything? I just keep hearing that. Some of y'all were literally scapegoats for your father or your being hard on yourself stems from issues with your father.

Spirit is highlighting to you that whatever it is wasn't your fault, and it can be fixed/healed! I'm seeing that you have a lot of creative talents and have a very healing energy to other people, and focusing on your talents will help you to heal yourself.

I just keep hearing 'I'm not good enough' and all of these things but it doesn't feel depressive so much as anxious- like a sweet child being scared they're going to get yelled at because they accidentally spilt milk :(

I feel like more people care about you and are on your side in life than you realise. You may have a lot of social anxiety, feeling as though everyone hates you, and isolating yourself from people because of that feeling. I feel like this stems from a specific event though. For some of you guys this stems from a family dynamic where you were scapegoated or just were around a lot of fighting & ego, and you inevitably got involved. You were made to feel like it was your fault everyone is fighting/attacking you when in reality it was all about them and their own struggles to feel they have power.

I'm seeing you are like a beautiful flower that just needs to be watered, and once you start being gentler on yourself, spending time in nature, organically allowing yourself to heal and enjoy your creative hobbies- you're going to shine so brightly and do great things! Healing might be slow, but it's going to be worth it ♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 4 - Six of Cups, Page of Pentacles, Justice in Reverse, King of Wands

channelled messages~

'patience'

'seeds take time to grow'

'keep weaving your web'

'interconnectedness'

Group 4, I feel like there is something you're trying to manifest, something you're trying to grow that involves other people/needing interconnectedness. You could be trying to build a community, find 'your people', start a business, etc... it's something that involves finding like minded people. I see you feeling frustrated because it's not happening right away and you're worried it just won't happen and you'll be stuck on this metaphorical iceberg alone, but spirit is saying that you will absolutely find your people and it's already happening as you keep manifesting and 'weaving your web', working on yourself/your business/etc.

For some of you this is just wanting friends, wanting to feel like you have a support group/social circle, wanting to feel financially at peace too. Kinda just wanting to have a feeling that all is 'right'. I'm just picking up that all of these things you desire are coming, you're dreaming them into existence so to speak, just be patient.

I'm also picking up on that note, that you are a very powerful manifester naturally and are great at joining people together. Like there is a web of interconnectedness that surrounds you- there might be a lot of people who know each other because of you or know & love certain books, movies, songs, etc. they discovered through you. You're somebody who really inspires people naturally by just being you, and trust that this will translate to whatever it is you're trying to bring forth into your life right now.

It WILL happen and it is happening, just try not to fixate on it or rush and enjoy the ride, enjoy the process. (this is most likely metaphorical) I'm seeing somebody alone in their room making little trinkets, bracelets, painting, pottery, etc, and it feels very small at the moment. It feels like there's nobody to share it with, it feels like in such a big world these small creations don't mean much; but in reality this will eventually be extremely fruitful. Just continue focusing on these little things, and you will naturally magnetise your crowd and recognition over time :) ♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 5 - the Magician, the Moon, Queen of Swords, 9 of Cups

channelled messages ~

'on your own'

'your own best friend'

'flourishing alone'

The message for this group is very 'on the nose'. It's number 5 (deals with self expression & creativity) & yellow, pertaining to the Sun & Solar Plexus (Manipura) Chakra. It's not a wonder the first card is the Magician card. The first card in tarot. Manipura-Magician-Manipulate/manifest... in a good way.

For this group, I see there is something your inner child specifically has always wanted, and you are being encouraged to manifest it, to be honest with yourself about that desire and create that abundant life. It feels like there's this deep emotional need or craving, that wasn't fulfilled by the people around you growing up. A part of you is still kind of hoping that somebody else will come and fulfil that need, but I see it being important in your path that you walk away from depending on others to validate or help you in creating the life you desire. If others do help, that's awesome but the initiation is something only you can do. While you feel for the child in you who actually was dependent on what adults around you were willing to provide for you, now that you're older there is a need to realise that you are capable, intelligent, resilient, and worthy enough of doing it yourself.

This isn't to say you don't need people, everybody needs people to an extent & it is human nature to thrive in a tribal setting. In fact, I'm sensing for some of you that feeling you have a tribe is a part of what you are wanting to manifest for yourself. It's more that there is no need to wait around for somebody else to do it for you or give you the 'thumbs up' that this is the 'right' path for you.

You have the power within you to craft and structure this dream/desire. With this group, I am sensing there can sometimes be a tendency to blame others for what you do or don't have (no judgement here, we all do this from time to time) out of a place of resentment. While it's understandable to wish other people could be more reliable and consistent in your life, ultimately your joy and satisfaction in life is going to be a result of your own doing.

The power is in your hands and I think you may underestimate your intelligence.

You certainly will flourish, and when you do it'll be because you filled your own cup first ♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 6 - Knight of Swords Rx, Ace of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups

'you've done the work, now relax'

'the worst is over'

'dance in the moonlight'

'a steady hand'

Ooh, with this group I'm getting a very interesting message- it feels like you guys got a lot of your heavy karma in life out of the way at a young age, and the rest of your life is meant to be a bit more breezy. Of course there will still be challenges since that's a given part of life on Earth and how we are meant to learn, but you've already received the brunt of a lot of heavy stuff. Perhaps you feel very on guard in a way, since you're so used to that intensity it's hard for you to relax. You're worried everything will be pulled from under your feet again or change in an instant, but I'm seeing that spirit wants you to know that things are meant to be a little more smooth sailing from here on. Also that now you are at a point where if anything was to happen again, you have the wisdom and past knowledge to transmute it much easier. I'm hearing 'you deserve to be happy'.

From this group I do feel a lot of sadness in your past, a lot of heaviness and feelings of things not going the way you wished. Now life is a little calmer, but you are finding it hard to feel joy because a part of you feels that sadness is all there will be :( ironically though, I feel you are a very positive and optimistic person who has very good & healing intentions. Very spiritual too. You find it easy to 'let go' because you've lost so much.

I just feel like this group has been through so much sadness & pain, but the worst is over.

The main message I feel here though is that you've done something, created something, something like that. You've done the work or layed the groundwork for something. Now all you need to do is relax, and wait for abundance to come in. Stay consistent with whatever it is you're doing/trying to manifest, but just relax. I feel like this group needs a massage or something, or to watch a lighthearted show. I just feel so much heaviness that you don't deserve to carry any longer :(

Anyway, good things are coming. I feel Cinderella energy with this group.. rags to riches/feeling hopeless but eventually having your dreams come true.

Interestingly, even though you chose a purple image, I feel with this group like your crown chakra might be blocked. The sadness/grief/pain I was feeling might be making it hard to connect with spirit and have faith, you might be feeling very isolated and 'cold'. I do feel like you are naturally very connected to spirit though, it's just the heavy emotional energies are creating a blockage.

Relax, burn incense, take nice warm baths, burn candles (safely lol), get a massage, meditate, watch funny/lighthearted but not too overstimulating content. You need to relaxx and rekindle your faith in the universe 💜♡

♡♡♡♡

[mapofthesea]

ceos!rapline x reader, fem!reader, poly!rapline, bi!rapline

genre: smut (pwp), fluff

word count: 6.1k 

summary: having three ceo boyfriends comes with its perks- namely the financial freedom to pursue your artistic talents and always getting the jewelry you ask for- but like everything, your luxuries come at a price. 

a price that just so happens to be arriving in their office to satisfy them at every call.

warnings: this is SMUT! They're all fucking, okay? Everyone is also very in love, rapline are little bi babies. Swearing and tension (related to business things that have the boys pent up), they are all sickeningly in love. Specific smut warnings include: dom!rapline x sub!reader, dirty talk, intentional voyeurism, praise and degradation, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, spitting, hair pulling, grinding (in several varieties), technically public sex but behind closed doors, unprotected sex (hey, don’t do this irl), anal play, double penetration, multiple orgasms, cum eating, overstimulation, aftercare ofc!

an: hi, I’m back to write about the nasty things I dream about sometimes. This one is pretty intense so please read the warnings above carefully, and as always if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with the content pleaseeee do not read it. I do not proofread so if there are typos I apologize! (ps the title is inspired by one of my favorite songs about sex, so do yourself a favor and listen to Natural by The Driver Era if you haven’t!)

“I don’t fucking think I approved that!” Namjoon growls into his phone. You can feel the anger coming off of him in waves as he grips the device in his veiny hand. You admire him for a second; the set line of his jaw, the sexy furrow of his brow. Whoever is on the other side of the conversation speaks rapidly again, likely apologizing, and yours ears strain to catch any context. 

You only get to focus for a few seconds before Namjoon’s stare slides to you. His eyebrow raises and you know immediately what he wants. The carpet is beginning to pinch into your knees anyway so you’re glad for the imminent distraction. 

You were in the middle of a new painting when he called you to his office; hands flecked with dry paint and still in yesterdays’ pajamas but you dropped everything and rushed over. It had been like that as long as you could remember- you more than happy to be at your boyfriends’ beck and call as you got to reap the benefits of their job status. It didn't always end up like this when you visited but there’s no denying the spark of pleasure that rides up your spine as Namjoon silently commands you from above. 

He’s already hard beneath his work pants; the expensive silky material stretching around his impressive length. You clench your naked thighs together and pull on his waistband to undo the button and slide down the metal fly. He offers you nothing but a tick of his jaw as you work and the idea drives you crazy, hips rocking uselessly against the air. 

He sighs, and you can’t tell if it's because of the phone call or because you’ve wrapped your delicate hand around his length, tugging at him gently until you have a firm grasp on the base. 

You’ve done this enough to know that getting right to work will get you what you need faster, and there’s no denying how much you love sucking his cock. 

The head is leaking salty precum and you fight the urge to moan as you lick at it and sample his familiar taste. Wetness pools between your legs and your eyes roll back as you gather more of him in your throat. The stretch is pleasant and grounding; familiar enough that you feel an odd sense of peace wash over you as you swallow around his thickness. 

He drops a hand to your hair to push it away from your eyes, gently tucking the pieces behind your ears. You smile around your mouthful of his cock. Saliva dribbles from your lips into your lap and you flush as if the reality of your situation had just hit. Namjoon ruts his hips, clearly unhappy with your pausing, and you double down. It doesn’t take long for the sounds to become overwhelming, the lewd squelching of your tongue working over his cock that you hope can't be heard over the phone. 

“Is that my job? Or is that not exactly what I fucking hired you to do? I pay you way too much for you to be so god damn stupid.” The venom in Namjoon’s voice makes your head spin. Although the words aren't directed at you, the serious tone of his voice is so familiar that your pussy hums and your hips rock forward desperately; searching for the friction your plush thighs can't provide. 

You whine, hoping to draw his attention enough that he'll end the call, but he just shakes his head and taps his foot. Tears of frustration brim hot behind your eyes and his soften just a bit, pointedly glancing down between your thighs where his foot continues to tap. You pull off of his cock, wiping your mouth as you recollect yourself and try to put together the pieces he’s offering to you. He must read your confusion because he tangles his hand in your hair anew, angling your head down to look below yourself. 

His foot; clad in an expensive, shiny leather boot stares back at you. He taps it again, and your head swims. Is he suggesting what you think he is? Hot anticipation strikes your veins as he speaks again. 

“You’re right. That’s what I want you to do.” You know he's still on the call; as he still only uses one hand to guide you back to his cock, but the double edged meaning of the sentences affirms you. 

Your head spins and speeds up all at the same time as you lower yourself enough that you can keep some of his cock in your mouth at the same time your pussy grazes the material of his shoe. 

It's cold and firm, and your mind goes blank as you rut against it. He flexes his foot to adjust the pressure against your clit and you go wild, heart pounding in your chest as you speed up. Out of all the debauched things you’d done in your life of dating your boyfriends, grinding against shoes worth more than your car payment is near the top of the list. Your stomach tightens with every drag and you’ve all but abandoned sucking his cock; just holding it in the warmth of your mouth as you let out pathetic little moans. 

Your orgasm approaches rapidly, punctuated when you look down to see how your juices leave a shiny, sticky trail over his boot. Your heart stammers and you can feel your oncoming release only seconds away when a loud, reverberating bang ruptures your focus. Namjoon’s cock falls completely out of your mouth as you squeak, but your body is so close to the edge of pleasure that you hips keep moving shamelessly. You have no idea who or what just came into his office; but you can't find it in yourself to give a shit. 

“Oh, fuck! I’m coming,” you grip Namjoon’s pant leg and mouth at the fabric as you bear your weight completely on his shoe and rock yourself to completion. 

White flashes behind your eyes and you shiver, clinging to his strong thigh as tears of relief leak from your eyes. 

“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Yoongi’s husky voice comes with the gentle touch of his fingers brushing your sweaty hair off of your neck. 

“Yoongi!” You keen, leaning into the touch, still a bit too frazzled to move. Namjoon takes the moment to tease his boot back against your clit and you cry out, hips twitching away from him with a whine. 

“Sensitive, honey?” Hoseok calls, and although you knew he was likely there, the confirmation makes you flush. You turn slowly, unearthing your face from Namjoon’s thigh. 

You can't help but feel worshipped under their gaze. Hoseok is staring openly at your ass, admiring the curve created by your squatted position and you’re sure the sheen of your arousal is shining on the insides of your thighs for him. Yoongi  is closer, kneeling just a few inches away from you on the carpet and you smile, practically falling into his warm embrace. He catches you easily and hums. 

“We didn’t know you were here, love. But you made quite the entrance.” His teasing only reignites the fire inside of you; already ready for whatever other plans the trio might have for you. Yoongi has his hand on your ass in a split second, groping the flesh and spreading you open to the groan of approval from Namjoon. 

The sound of his voice reminds you of his abandoned cock and you glance back at him from Yoongi’s embrace. His cock is slick with your spit and flushed angry red at the tip. 

“Sorry, Joonie.” You pout at his state and his cock twitches in response; prompting him to grab it and give himself a sharp tug. Your mouth waters at the sight and you long to have him in your mouth again, but Yoongi tugs you back to him when you start to move. 

“He can wait.” The dominating current in Yoongi’s voice makes you immediately pliant, lurching forward as his fingers ghost along your sodden pussy. You keen, pressing your breasts into him as your back arches. His chest rumbles with a satisfied hum, and it’s near impossible to miss the feeling of him hardening beneath you. 

You catch sight of Hoseok, who had made quick work of shedding his suit jacket and button down top. His tanned skin glows luminous; the light dusting of hair on his lower stomach tempting you to lick your lips. His belt hangs half undone from the loops; the silver clasp reflecting the light in Namjoon’s office. You reach for him with cute grabby hands and he fights an endeared smile as he strides over to you. Yoongi presses a kiss into the space where your neck and shoulder meet before he surprisingly relinquishes you. 

Hoseok pulls your body upward as if you weigh nothing. He steadies you with a curl of his fingers around your bare hip and you shiver at the delicate touch. Long ago, he made a habit of tracing the delicate silvery threads of your stretch marks- mapping the part of you which used to make you shy away from his affection. Now you lean into the touch readily and he smiles to coax the dimples out from his cheeks. 

“Pretty baby,” his eyes search your own before he kisses the tip of your nose, the cleft of your upper lip, the corner of your mouth...everywhere except your lips. Immediately you pout at him, trying to entice another smooch out of him with the pitiful look. A smirk that makes your stomach roll follows, punctuated by the mischief in his warm brown eyes. 

“You want a kiss?” His voice strikes low and hot through your abdomen. You can feel the ghost of his lips just centimeters from your own and you shiver, nipples standing to attention. 

It’s such an odd feeling to anticipate a kiss from someone you’ve been kissing for so long. You’re no stranger to Hoseok’s tricks; the way he and your other boyfriends relish in watching you squirm as they make you wait for the simple pleasure of your lips meeting their own, but you take solace in knowing that at the end of the day they’re just as affected as you. 

Hoseok is craving this kiss just as much as you are as your heart rate spikes; dreaming of the cosmic feeling that will be born from this quite simple delay. You feel him exhale against your face and only then do you realize your eyes had fluttered shut. You snap them open, eager to watch the moment when he leans in. He smiles, showing off his row of perfect teeth; and then promptly sinks to the ground in front of you.

An affronted gasp falls from your lips before you can stop it. Namjoon laughs heartily behind you, and it only takes a second before he’s blessing your line of sight-finally rid of all the pesky layers of clothes that were hiding him. 

Namjoon is nothing if not disciplined, and his recent forays to the gym have certainly been paying off. His biceps look absolutely delectable, and its impossible to miss the tantalizing trail of muscle that has begun to form at his pelvis, encouraging you to look further to the cock you were forced to abandon earlier. You still itch for him-always itch for him, for all of them- but he seems unbothered by the weight of his stiffened cock for the moment. 

Hoseok’s hair tickles at your upper thigh and you stutter a moan. Seated so perfect and handsome below you, Hoseok has wasted no time in pulling his dress pants down just enough that his cock greets you. It’s hard and weeping, creating a dark stain on the light gray pants he had laid out on the dresser last night. 

“Hobi,” you whine at the sight of him eyeing you from his place on the floor. He raises a playful eyebrow and nods, as to encourage your words. 

“What’s up?” He asks, tracing his fingers along the insides of your slick thighs, never close enough to where you actually need him. “I don’t know what you need if you don’t tell me.” 

Your clit throbs under his words- despite their gentle nature you know he’s not kidding. He really would sit here all night, waiting for you to ask for him to dive into your pussy. Fortunately, he's not the only voice in the room. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi growls, stalking over to the pair of you. His cologne engulfs you as he circles your body like a well trained predator. Now naked, the contrast of his bright red hair strikes even more bold against his milky skin. 

“Little one is clearly too dumb to talk to us today...” his eyes are cool and calculating of your trembling figure. His elegant hands flex as he rounds you again, taking claim at the top of Hoseok’s head. You can feel the man’s breath stutter against your thigh at the touch and it’s oddly comforting to know that all of you are in the same boat of overwhelming attraction to one another. 

Yoongi tuts, throwing a glance over his shoulder to Namjoon, who seems happy to just be watching for the moment, occasionally stroking himself to the show. Your breasts heave with every breath of anticipation. 

“What’s her little pussy telling you, Hobi?” Yoongi’s dangerous gaze slides down between your legs as Hoseok pulls your thighs apart. Happily you spread them just enough that he can get an eyeful of your sodden core. 

Despite having just come a few moments ago you’re more than ready for more- slick with your own arousal and feeling wired to come at the slightest touch. 

“Telling me she’s lonely...” his voice takes on a whining edge and you agree with a moan of your own, nodding rapidly. 

“And what should we do about that?” Yoongi hums. It takes you embarrassingly long to realize he's asking you. There are options here, you know, but the glint in Yoongi’s eye tells you there’s an answer he would be more partial to at the moment. 

“Your tongue,” the word stutters out of you. Yoongi smirks, runs his fingers over his top lip as if in thought. 

“Mine?” 

Your brain short circuits and you’re immediately shaking your head yes, and then no. His brows furrow as a genuine concern breaks his indifferent mask. You swallow around the lump in your throat. 

“Wan’ you and Hobi. Please?” Hoseok moans, and you’re sure that he’s stroking himself as you play this little game with Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s grin returns tenfold. “My needy little slut, huh? Just one can never be enough for that pussy. Always need more, and more.” You expect him to nudge Hoseok aside for room, but instead he circles you once more before sinking to his knees behind you. 

His hot breath ghosts against your ass and your mind instantly runs wild with realization. Your eyes must grow wide because Namjoon coos at you just before the tongues comes to life. 

Hoseok, who had clearly been waiting long enough, takes no preamble and dives right into your pussy, forcing your legs further apart. His tongue immediately presses against your clit, pulsing the nerves with little teasing flicks. Yoongi quickly follows suit, latching his mouth around your entrance and sucking. The room spins with pleasure and your thighs are already shaking before a minute has passed. Your hips have nowhere to go to escape the sensations, and Hoseok and Yoongi’s insistence on pushing further into you means that you can feel their tongues meeting in the middle; overlapping one another with the same fervor as a heated kiss. 

You can't help but look down your body, trying to catch any glimpse of the men working you over with their tongues. Hoseok’s full head of hair blocks your sight  slightly, but through the gaps of his limbs you see a slender, pale hand wrapped around his cock. It’s only now you realize Yoongi only has one hand anchored to your hip, the other presently preoccupied around Hoseok’s cock. You watch him run his thumb over the slit, collecting Hoseok’s sticky pearlescent precum before giving him several languid strokes in the same rhythm his tongue prods you open.

The sight is so erotic that tears spring forward as your hands flail, unsure of whose head to grasp. Your orgasm is just inches away, and you warn them both as such with a shake in your voice. Hoseok redoubles his efforts, the hinge of his jaw working sinfully to tease your clit with the same rapid circles he employs when he fingers you. 

The world blanks as you come, feeling the rush of wetness that gushes out of you being drunk up by Yoongi’s greedy mouth. Your stomach caves as you ride the feeling, tugging on Hoseok’s hair in a futile effort to get him off of your clit. 

He answers with a nip of his teeth and a hearty moan, the combination rocketing you off of the edge of oblivion again. There’s no way to stop the tears as they spill hot and heavy down your cheeks and collect at your chin. Your entire body trembles and if it weren’t for the strong grip of Namjoon’s hands, you surely would have face planted into the plush carpet. He welcomes the weight of your body falling into his, immediately wrapping you in his warmth as your body recovers from the sensations. 

He manages to get you out from between your lovers and cradles you into his desk chair. From here, you have a perfect view of Yoongi’s insistent hand on Hoseok’s cock and the sloppy kiss they devolved into once you left.

“You’re so fucking sexy, did you know that?” He brushes the sweat-damp hair from your shoulder and nibbles at the flesh in earnest. His cock twitches below you and your pussy trembles. He moans heartily and grabs handfuls of your breasts, flicking his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. He hums at the way your breathing increases. 

“Bet that tastes like you.” Even though you can't see his face, you know he’s referring to the sloppy mess of spit and come smearing between them. The idea makes you shiver with a new wave of arousal; and if you weren’t so used to going so many rounds with them you would be seriously worried about the state of your body. 

Hoseok tips his head back and lets out a rattling groan, the clear warning of his incoming release. You and Namjoon let out twin sighs at the sound, and Yoongi’s face curves into a devilish smile as he leans down to capture the tip of Hoseok’s cock in his mouth. It’s only seconds before Hoseok lets go, face flushing bright red as he comes. The instinctive stutter of his hips leaves several glossy streaks of cum across Yoongi’s mouth and chin. 

You squirm in Namjoon’s lap and he takes another heavy, indulgent grope of your tits; conveniently pressing you right against his hardened cock. The sound of Yoongi praising Hoseok becomes white noise as Namjoon angles his hips against you, brushing the head of his cock against your clit. Despite having come so many times already, your pussy has yet to be stretched to the limits you desire. 

“I-in, Joon...” you lift your hips enough that his cock catches on your entrance and he plunges forward immediately. He exhales in a burst against the back of your neck. 

“Sorry baby. Pretty little pussy just wanted to suck me in before I could ask.” He licks a line up the side of your neck, playing with the tender skin under your ear. “Are you ready? Feelin’ okay?” You have to commend him for stopping to ask: carrying concern for your well being and consent even though you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. 

“Yes!” You can't find it in you to say much more, but the animalistic grunt Namjoon makes as he pulls you down onto him makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

The walls of your pussy stretch and accommodate him as he bucks his hips. His fingernails dig into the flesh of your breasts as your head lulls back onto his toned shoulders; relishing in the way your sweaty skin sticks together in the heat of your moment. You finally feel so full, finally able to indulge in the truly brain numb feeling of allowing one of your favorite men on the planet batter your pussy until he’s satisfied. 

“This greedy pussy can’t get enough attention, huh? Never enough mouths and cocks to keep you satisfied?” The force of his thrusts punch the air out of you but you nod in affirmation, mouth hanging open dumbly. “Fucking hell, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

You wish you could see the pinch in his eyebrows, the clench of his jaw; but for now you’ll relish in the fact you get to feel his cock twitch rapidly inside of you until he’s filling you. His hot cum rushes into you with a force that is testament to how long he waited for his release. He keeps you pressed over him until he’s fully drained, moaning your name at the sensitivity of his softening cock lodged inside your throbbing pussy. 

Your head spins and you have to close your eyes in an attempt to anchor yourself back to the earth. Namjoon shifts his hips and you can feel his hot release start to leak out of you.

“Sorry,” he kisses your ear gently as he slips out completely. You instinctively clasp your thighs together to keep his release inside you as Yoongi materializes before you. His bright red hair is mussed and his cheeks are a pleasant pink, as if he’d been in the sun for a few hours. 

If it wasn’t for the streaks of drying cum on his face, he would look angelic. 

Actually, you still think he does anyway. 

“As much as I love staring at you staring at me...” his hands pull at your waist, tugging you off the warmth of Namjoon’s lap. You go easily, feeling pleasant calm flowing through your veins as you stand before him on wobbly legs. He knots his fingers through your already tangled hair, tugging the strands until your neck is bared to him. It burns at the roots but you love it, darting your tongue out to lick at your lips as he gives another experimental tug. Your pussy throbs along with your scalp, and Yoongi moves close enough to you that you can feel his rigid length brush against your stomach.

The hardness of him against you sends your hips forward, grinding his cock between your bodies and relishing in the special kind of torture you’ve made for yourself- literal inches from allowing the drag of his cock against where you need him most. 

Yoongi voices his protest with a groan that reverberates through your chest, sending shockwaves of pleasure between your slick thighs. 

Your breath stutters as his plush lips work at your neck, teeth nipping into the sensitive skin with the intent of marking you black and blue. Sagging under his attention, you return the favor by winding your own fingers into his locks and tugging hard.

A new set of hands joins you, cresting over the curves of your ass. The citrusy scent of aftershave gives the hands away as belonging to Hoseok; who takes no qualms with spreading you open for his greedy eyes. You shutter as he reveals your ass and pussy to him and you shake your hips back at him playfully. He moans as your flesh jiggles under his touch and the sudden burn of a slap fills the room. Your ass cheek stings from the contact but you feel yourself get wetter, pushing back against his strong hand.

Hoseok answers with two more slaps in quick succession and the burn of the impact makes you keen.

“Look so good with your ass all red for me.” He trails his fingertips over the spot where he had just spanked you. Anticipation breezes through your veins as the simple touch leaves only to be quickly replaced by a renewed slap across the sensitive skin that connects your thigh and ass cheek.

Yoongi sucks up your moan with a swift kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat so you have no choice but to let him devour your sounds. You clutch at his shoulders pathetically as Hoseok skims a finger over your asshole.

Even though your eyes are already shut, they roll back into your head at the gentle push of his fingertip. You’re no stranger to the intrusion, but it makes your knees weak every time.

Yoongi relinquishes your mouth to peek around your body, although you have a suspicion he already knew what was happening. His lips are raw, bitten red from your passionate kiss as he cups your face between his hands.

“Gonna let Hoseok in your little ass? Have his cock fill you up?” You nod emphatically as the wet splatter of Hoseok’s spit slides over you, aiding his finger in the deeper glide you desire. He acts fast to add a second finger and sink down to his first knuckle, stretching them apart to open you further. Your chest heaves against Yoongi’s, and he kicks a sinful trail up the curve of your ear.

“You’re gonna look so pretty with his big cock in your ass, honey. Can’t wait to see you all stretched out for us…” you feel as if he’s lit you on fire.

Hoseok has managed to fit three fingers, and the delectable drag of him inside of you is making your head foggy. Pressure mounts in your lower stomach but feels annoyingly far away from satisfaction.

“Yoongi, H-hobi,” the men both snap to your attention; cooing at the watery tone of your voice. Hoseok’s fingers persist in stretching you as you try to work your way through your thoughts.

“I need you in my pussy, too,” hot tears come along with the plead you make to Yoongi, desperate for him to understand the aching need filling you. He chuckles and nods, reaching down between your bodies to stroke himself.

“No surprise that just one cock wouldn’t be enough for your little holes.” Pleasure burns through you as you nod your agreement; anything to get him into action as you feel Hoseok spit on you again.

“You were just on this cock, too. Real fucking slut needing more already.” Namjoon’s rumbling voice chimes in- apparently recovered from his most recent orgasm.

You catch sight of him rising from his desk chair like he’s been reborn: cock glossy with your arousal and a new stream of precum decorating the tip.

The three of them seem to move in an eerie tandem- something that would make you think they’d talked about this beforehand if you didn’t know any better. Hoseok removes his fingers, ignoring your protest as he pulls your body to the floor with him. His skin burns against your own as he positions your ass over his cock; both tortured by the close contact. Your legs are lifted under the knees and spread, baring your pussy to the room and your other boyfriends.

“Fucking can’t wait to wreck you, baby.” He slides you carefully until his cock is pressed tightly against your asshole, the feeling of him twitching there making you even more impatient.

Yoongi stands above you both for a second before kneeling- and you’re grateful for the plush, expensive carpet as you watch his pale knees land on it. His hand stays steady on his cock, stroking himself in little half motions that give away just how hard he’s trying to remain calm. His eyes wander over your shoulder to where Hoseok sits, and you can see them soften as he admires his boyfriend. A sickeningly sweet feeling of affirmed love sweeps through you, and you’re shocked again by just how lucky you’ve managed to become.

Yoongi’s face quickly morphs back into desire as his eyes catch on the way Hoseok’s cock is lodged against you, red and twitching to be inside. You can feel wetness leaking from your pussy downward, making a sticky mess between the two of you that sets you alight.

Not one to be forgotten, Namjoon hovers above you with his watchfully sexy eye, roaming every exposed inch of your skin. His jaw ticks as you rut against Hoseok.

“Go on, Hobi. Wanna see you fill our girl up.” The goading works, and Hoseok is quick to manipulate your body into the perfect position for slipping his cock into you.

Your eyes water at the push but you do your best to relax, focusing on the twin gazes of Yoongi and Namjoon as Hoseok’s cock pushes past your muscles. The stretch is slow and satisfying; and you take a sick pleasure in feeling the way Hoseok’s own body trembles under your own as he bottoms out.

Your mouth lulls open as he starts to bounce you on his cock. Your hands fall useless at your sides but Yoongi is quick to capture them, kissing each palm once before clasping them wholly. The lewd sound of your hips against Hoseok’s fills your head, and a string of incoherent moans is all you can offer them.

Namjoon’s hands find your face as he crouches to your side, giving Yoongi the room to shuffle closer to your waiting pussy.

Your entire body throbs as Yoongi lines up with your entrance and taps at your clit with the heavy head of his cock.

“Please,” you breathe out and cry at the same time: hot tears collecting in Namjoon’s big palms as they roll down your cheeks. The pressure of Yoongi entering you alongside Hoseok’s thrusts creates spots behind your eyes, and you feel your body floating into the overdrive you’ve come to adore. Namjoon grunts with you as you fall into pleasure, allowing your body to be jostled between Hoseok and Yoongi’s strong bodies. 

Namjoon kisses your nose in a deceptively sweet manner even though you know his hand is wrapped around his cock; mumbling little praises against your face as you barrel toward blinding pleasure. 

The boys work in a perfect rhythm so that you never feel empty. Their cocks occasionally meet, running against one another through the layer of your walls.

“Fucking feel so good when you’re so full.” Beads of sweat roll down Yoongi’s neck, highlighting his godly features.

Your stomach flips with arousal, pussy clenching around the lengths inside of you. Hoseok sinks his teeth into the vulnerable skin on your shoulder before he locks you in an embrace with the corded strength of his arms and holds you steady as you squirm. The string of moans that rips from him at your wiggling hints you toward his oncoming release just seconds before his hips still, filling you to the brim. 

“Hobi, fu-fuck!” Your whine is met with a choked sound from Yoongi, who can feel the warmth of Hoseok’s cum inside of you. He keens and leans forward, baring down his hips and meanly stroking his thumb against your swollen clit. His movements rock you back against Hoseok’s softening cock and he moans at the onslaught of sensation. 

It’s becoming harder to stay aware of all the sensations, your body happy to just float between feelings of pleasure without much thought. Your moans leave you with no coherence as Yoongi’s hips kick up yet another notch; rapidly plowing into your pussy. 

“Let me fill up this pussy for you. Make sure you’re nice and stuffed and used up and d-dripping for us-” his voice crescendos into a loud moan, strumming with insistence across your clit. 

Your vision blurs as the pleasure crescendos into a peak, ripping through your nerves. A loud whine rips from your raw throat as Yoongi empties inside of you, meeting the gush of your come with his own. Between his load and Hoseok’s you feel full and heavy, pussy sore but satisfied with the treatment of the night.

“Such a good girl,” Yoongi’s voice floats back to you as he rubs at your thighs softly as he pulls his softening cock out of you. The loss of him inside you makes you whine but you don’t have enough energy left to cross your legs and stop it. Namjoon replaces Yoongi’s hands, shoving your knees apart.

Your bared pussy throbs, leaking Yoongi’s cum onto Hoseok’s skin beneath you. Yoongi groans deep with satisfaction as he watches his release drip out of you, sliding down to meet the puddle of Hoseok’s cum underneath you.  “Fuck, I would fill you right back up again if I had the energy.” Yoongi’s chest heaves and Namjoon moans in agreement. 

“Joonie-” You gasp as you catch sight of his scrunched brow, the insistent twitch of his cock as his nears his edge again.

“What do you want, baby?” His eyes narrow in on you, likely trying to access the sensitivity you’re feeling. You glow under his attention and squirm against Hoseok’s body.

“Joon, please come on me...” Your bat your lashes and he grunts, tugging at the tip of his cock several times in quick succession before he finally comes. He coats your pussy in a new layer of cum, adding to the glistening white. 

Hoseok loosens his embrace and you crumble, all but falling off of his body onto the carpet below. The fabric is surprisingly cool against your heated skin, so you make no real effort to move as you feel the boys move and the gentle sounds of their hushed voices. Hoseok’s hand traces down your spine, forcing you to look his way. His dimple-ridden smile greets you first and you giggle, pouting your lips until he meets you in a kiss. 

It’s grounding- just left of magical as he nips at your bottom lip with a sense of genuine love that melts your heart from the inside out.  “Love you, Hobi.” The sentiment slips from between your locked lips and he smiles. 

“Hey, I love him too!” Namjoon crowds into your vision as well, placing a hand on Hoseok’s naked waist. They share a dimpled smile and then their own sweet kiss. 

Your eyes track Yoongi stalking back to the three of you, boxers back on, with a damp washcloth in his hand. As he gets closer you can see his chest has lost its flush and you smile. 

He says nothing as he nudges Hoseok and Namjoon aside to run the washcloth over your messy pussy. Even though the fancy washcloth is made of the softest possible material, the drag of the fibers is still sensitive on your pussy. 

“Sorry, baby.” Yoongi soothes you as he takes genuine care to clean you up, making sure that everything is gone. Namjoon pecks Yoongi’s temple as he works, and you can only imagine how messy the washcloth is as Yoongi wipes across your ass. 

“Your carpet-” you reach for Namjoon’s arm and trace the line of his bicep. “Sorry about your carpet, Joonie.” He coos and holds your chin between two fingers as he kisses you softly. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just call a cleaner...” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Definitely not the worst mess to have on this carpet.” Your face flushes in embarrassment despite how messy the whole night was. 

Hoseok lets out a hearty laugh and claps Namjoon on the shoulder. “He just means that nothing will be worse than the time he spilled his leftover chicken parm on the floor...there was sauce alllll the way over-” 

“Oh, shut up!” Namjoon flushes but his hearty laugh gives away his amusement as you finally find it in yourself to sit up, your muscles stretching out. Two pairs of hands come to steady your form and you smile at the protective feeling that washes over you. Even after a long, strenuous night trapped between them, they make you feel nothing short of worshipped after you’re all spent. 

“We gotta stop fucking on the floor,” you groan at the tightness in your neck and Yoongi nods; offering you two hands to get you to your knees. You know that he's immediately going to lead you to the bathroom, and you can’t complain about the amount of love you feel spiraling in your chest.

“You’re right. My poor knees can’t take anymore of this.” Yoongi agrees. You scoff in fake indignation as you travel to the bathroom with him, his arms looped around your naked stomach as he walks behind you as if he’s worried you would spontaneously fall backwards.

“Oh, Yoongi. You’ll never stop getting on your knees, even if Namjoon gets a couch in his office.” He pinches your thigh but stays quiet, agreeing with a sly grin that stays between the two of you. 

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Hello here another request from Dick Grayson. I hope you are well and that you are not putting pressure on yourself with these requests, sleep well.

Could you write something about Dick's Girlfriend who is an artist 🎨 she went to university and graduated with a degree in Literature or something like that she is like an artistic soul she writes, plays the piano, paints maybe she knows a little about ballet [she is just as flexible than Dick] and speaks several languages. Maybe Dick convinced her not to "work" [on a schedule for someone else] so they could spend more time together and so she wouldn't fill her little head with things like forced labor or bills. He covers all expenses and more. He spoils us too much. ...it also makes it so that you focus only on your art out of passion, writing, painting, playing music, learning to play the guitar 🎸 just because you want to and have the time.

and on the nights when he has patrol you go out with your friends "Sex And The City" style.

You also learn to cook in the huge kitchen of their shared apartment and he tries everything you make, he also cooks for you (sometimes) you also do a Skincare routine for him and he loves to smell just like us.

Dick Grayson x artist!y/n

man has money, I can see bruce paying all his vigilante children and he got alfred's billion plus man is the best detective at the pd .

So how could you expect him to not feel sorry for his -pretty but stressed overworked surrounded by idiots who don't know art having to commercialize herself and loosing her sense of style and art because of the nonsense requests of her bosses -gf. Your pain is his pain after all.

You know you are very creative I mean- your ballet could give grayson a run for his money. You have always been talented, drawn to the creative arts. But here you are stuck being a designer for a corporate job. AND IT SUCKS BALLS.

The boss keeps asking you to design templates and after designing 3 boring asf template she's like yea that fine now just do content. But even the content cant be fun or innovative. It has to be corporate and easily consumable and its just so dumb like let ai do it and why even hire you if she wants you to do the labor that is just ctrl c ctrl v LIKE FUCKK

And your creativity is dyinggg. you cant remember the last time you picked up a paintbrush and you loved art. Now you're loosing a sense of self and you don't even know if any of this is worth it. WHY NOT BE A BARISTA?? AND DO ART ON THE SIDE...CUZ OF THIS FUCKING ECONOMY. ONLY THE RICH CAN BE ARTISTS ONLY THE RICH AHHHH

(sorry this turned into a little self vent ahem ahem)

anyways dick sees your talent and he sees your pain and...he wont take no for an answer.

So here you are, live in girlfriend , but he calls you an investment whenever you feel down because dick is paying for both of you.

So other than art, you make him food. And he makes you food too dw girlie but you do it out of passion of trying out new recipes .

You go out and teach students dance at underfunded public schools and perform without contracts...just for the love of performing or focus on writing a book.

You spend the day focusing on your passions and build up your skill, having a loving supportive boyfriend.

Dick is really busy with detective work then as Nightwing so you spend the alone time focusing on your work rather than being distracted by your pretty boyfriend...that too actually.

And with this amazing man by your side, you have plenty motivation.

SO when you do become a hit, No one is prouder than Mr grayson here who believed in his girl all along.

and If you don't? you can always start a small art school, language school or ballet school. There is no lack of talents

And with such a talented gf , dick has the perfect trophy wife who he loves very very much. You are the talk of every gala, you accompany him on business meets (language skills and art is universally needed) and honestly dick couldn't ask for more!

In modern society its now believed that the only way to get self respect is to be a working woman. Why cant we stop telling woman to be something? Staying at home, raising or not raising kids, focusing on your passion and loving your husband ( future husband too) is just as acceptable as going to work( if you can find a man like dick ofc). you do work hard, you did have a degree or not depending on your circumstances and you are genuinely working towards your goals. And dick comforts you in it. He sees your passion he sees your talent and more than that he loves you so no matter what, he's supporting you through this journey.

I am actually writing a batboys skincare thing which ill post over the weekend. Im sorry this turned into a personal rant. Im working two jobs and studying 3 courses while preparing to start university..so this hit a little close to home . What I would do to have a dick grayson just marry me and let me focus on my passion rather than juggling various stuff. This blog is maybe the only thing I do for myself..which is sad cuz I had a lot of hobbies. Anyways ...hope this didn't suck too much.

[mr-spotatohead]

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Welcome Home x Artist!Reader

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Synopsis: Your hobby is painting and resting. You have recently moved to a friendly neighborhood. You have managed to find a hiding place where you use your time to paint. Although… Maybe this hiding place is not so secret, since it has attracted another artist like you.

The green grass tickled your feet, you breathed calmly, your thoughts beyond on this spring afternoon. Your sketchbook being used for your creative mind once again. Despite the beautiful view you had, you were sitting on the ground, drawing with your trusty pencil. The shade of the tree was refreshing beside you. You slid your old pencil across your notebook, making doodles and shapes that to others would be described as abstract. But you were not ready to finish, as you imagined and then created.

This was your daily routine. Since you moved to a friendly neighborhood to have more time for yourself and take it easy. Your clothes were basic, in shades of beige, brown, white. And your old slippers, which were by your side now. Your legs were bent to support your notebook on them, your back, oddly enough, was not hurting at the moment. Since you were bent over.

This little piece of tranquility was your space of peace. You always visit this place when you need to clear your mind, a moment of serenity, or just rest and spend time doing something you like, like now. Some of your neighbors were… Very intense, very fond of doing energetic things. You unfortunately can't keep up with their pace, but fortunately, they are so kind that they decide to change the pace for you when you are there. None of them know much about you, since you are a person who takes things slowly. So you still don't know some of your neighbors in the neighborhood. But you were excited to meet them. You wouldn't say you were a shy person. You speak your mind when the moment is right. But you don't feel the need to talk sometimes. Just a nod of the head is enough of a message. It's hard for you to get angry about something, even if you're in a pressure situation, you still keep calm and think hard. And sometimes you think too much. Maybe you daydream sometimes, but that's why you paint, why you draw. You put everything you have in mind into painting form. A creative mind needs a specific space in art. Be it painting, writing, singing, playing. You take another deep breath as you remember reality, and then you breathe out contentedly, looking at your doodles around the yellowed paper. Feeling the breeze blowing through your still body. And then. You felt something. You felt something intense, maybe even entrancing. It was as if someone was watching you. And then you raised your head. Already knowing this feeling. You looked at the landscape in front of you and then a smile formed on your face, words came out of your mouth. "Ah, you found my hiding place." You heard light footsteps on the grass and then heard someone's voice answer you after seconds. A monotone voice. "That's good, because I was looking for you."

You raised your eyebrows and looked to the side, noticing the presence of Wally himself in person. You had heard about him in the neighborhood, it wasn't hard not to hear about the famous Wally Darling. Neighborhood friend, caring and talented. Helpful and polite. You had seen him before in the neighborhood, but since it was only a short time since you showed up, you couldn't even introduce yourself to him. Wally was holding two blank canvases under his arms, a paint palette in one hand with some saturated tones of paint, and some brushes. Well, he seemed to have a goal in mind. You looked at the puppet that had been staring at you for a while. "You-You were?" You asked quite curious. Wally hummed and continued. "Of course. Well, anyone would also be curious to find a new person who also has the same likings as you." He said with his eyes half-lidded, a calm smile on his face. The puppet pulled out a small easel and began to organize his things, then stopped what he was doing and looked at you, signaling to the floor next to you. You looked at him and smiled, suggesting that he could sit there. He soon continued his preparations. "It's a nice place, you have good taste in finding a place like this." You hummed looking forward, feeling the eyes of your new companion watching you. You chuckled lightly and sighed deeply, setting your notebook aside. "Well, anywhere is good, as long as it's outdoors." You stretched your legs and listened to the puppet next to you laugh monotonously. He wasn't ordinary in the slightest. "I prefer to be outdoors, too. You have a lot more options for painting." You nodded your head lightly and soon saw out of the corner of your eye Wally reach out to you something. You turned your head and saw a blank canvas being offered to you. You looked into the eyes of the puppet who explained. "I supposed we could paint together. It would be an ideal way to get to know each other, wouldn't it?" You looked deep into Wally's eyes, and sensed no lie in his words. He genuinely wanted to paint with you. Not just for the conversation, but for the companionship. You took the canvas. You smiled lightly at the man.

"But forgive me, I don't have another easel." The puppet left the items between the two of you, a brush for each, the paints for both of you, but only he had the stand for the canvas. You huffed lightly and smiled a crooked smile. "Don't worry." You quickly brought your legs together to your torso and placed the blank canvas resting on your legs. "I prefer it this way." You watched as Wally finally took his eyes off you and analyzed your posture, which was not the best. While his was quite straight. "If it's comfortable for you, then by all means, continue." You smiled with your eyes closed, liking that he simply accepted that. You turned sideways and observed the items your companion brought, the paints seemed to be just like yours that you usually use, though the pigments were stronger and more colorful. You picked up a brush and looked at it. It was clean, the white bristles unused. While Wally's brush was more worn by time. "So, what do you think we shall paint?" Wally began and you looked at him curiously, he took his eyes off you and pointed to the clearing just below you, aiming at a colorful spring tree. "How about that tree, if you prefer." He finished his sentence by looking at you. Yet you just frowned slightly, clearly something you didn't agree with. "Oh… Uh, I thought we were going to paint whatever our hearts told us." You said this without thinking, and when you saw Wally's expression form to a slightly confused one, you tried to form another better sentence explaining what you really like to paint. "Uh, sorry, it's just that I don't like to imitate reality, you know? I prefer to travel deep into my mind," You began to explain your point of view of your own art. "To understand what I feel, or like to feel. Close my eyes and just let the brush flow." You moved the brush as you said this. When you can organize your thoughts, it's as if you just understand yourself or make others understand you. And when you looked to the side, you saw the puppet's eyes on you. As if you had said something that made him look at you like that. Intense. An intense one of wonder. An intense of admiration. You looked at him for a few seconds and noticed the silence. Quickly breaking eye contact you widened your eyes and smiled awkwardly. "Or we could paint the tree too, no problem." "Gee, wow…" You listened beside you, you looked at Wally again and noticed him with a big smile on his face. "I've never seen that kind of perspective before. You have a quite marvelous point of view." You looked at him, not letting your smile grow hidden. Well, the comments of the others that he was a charmer were no lie. He really was good with words.

"Well, it's all done then." Wally clasped his own hands and cheerfully remarked. "Let's draw the non-existent." You couldn't hold back and laughed under your breath as you heard your companion's phrase. Wally kept a silly smile on his face. You shook your head about this particular situation. You looked at Wally and just continued. "Let's paint something we desire. It's easy, since there are several ways to do that." You opined and the man next to you nodded liking the idea. And then the session began. The two of you quietly began to make different drawings. Some sharp doodles and some softer ones. The two of you were in a comfortable silence until Wally broke it with a hum. You hummed back and watched the puppet next to you stop painting. "Is there a problem?" You asked looking at Wally, who turned his head sideways, and then to the other, and said with a hand under his chin. "It doesn't feel right." He said watching every detail of his drawing, making you look at him. "You don't have anything in mind, do you?" "A lot, actually, I don't know what to choose." Wally answered honestly, he observed his surroundings before looking at you, who gave your opinion. "Try to focus on what catches your interest for being different. By giving you a different feeling. Even if it's just a little." Wally watched you for a long period of time as you smiled trying to help him. The puppet soon had an idea and quickly grabbed the easel and pulled it a little to the side, making it out of your sight. You looked at him in wonder and turned your head slightly to the side. Seeing what the man was doing. "I have an idea. But no peeking." Wally said with his posture a little more confident. You smiled crookedly, happy to see the puppet thinking of what to do.

"Okay, I won't look." You confirmed by continuing with your smile. After this interaction, the two of you entered a comforting silence. With only the natural sounds around you, the leaves on the trees moved with the calm breeze. The birds sang and communicated. And then you stopped painting to listen to your surroundings, closing your eyes and listening to your breathing. You looked for another familiar sound but couldn't find it. When you opened your eyes, you found Wally watching you. You watched him for a few seconds and then broke eye contact, laughing lightly. "Sometimes I like to close my eyes and listen to things. Sorry if that was weird." You heard no response but saw out of the corner of your eye Wally duck his head to look into your eyes. Which worked, since you lifted your head to see him. "Ah. It's not weird at all. Allow me to tell you something I like to do too." Wally kept looking at you until you turned your head slightly to the side, curious. Wally half-lidded his eyes, as he watched you. "I do enjoy eye contact. It's not something common, some people even find it strange. So I understand if you don't like it." The puppet said calmly, not doubting his words one bit. You watched him, your eyebrows rising. Oh now that makes sense. "It's cute." You said without thinking and quickly widened your eyes and laughed embarrassed, but you didn't correct yourself, you just laughed at yourself for saying it out loud. The man next to you laughed along, but at his own monotonous pace. "Well," You began, coughing lightly to continue, you placed your hand on your chest, breathing calmly. "If we're sharing weirdness." You signaled with your hands in quotation marks when you mentioned weirdness. "Then I'll explain why I like to just listen to my surroundings." You closed your eyes and then listened to your deep breathing, continuing. "I like to listen to breathing. It's weird that phrase itself, but…" You tried once more to listen to the breathing of anyone else besides yourself there, but it was difficult. "It's nice to think about, though. You breathing brings life to you. It makes your heart beat." You opened your eyes and watched the puppet in front of you continue to stare at you. "I must admit, it is a beautiful thought." Wally's eyes were still half-lidded as he watched you, you chuckled under your breath and continued. "Maybe. And I don't say that to just anyone." You raised your hand and explained. "I only said it because you also share something in common with me." You joked in an orderly tone and the puppet next to you smiled broadly. Entering into the joke "I am flattered." Wally placed a hand in front of his chest. You laughed lightly and then lifted your brush and continued to paint, your mood lifted. "Let that be a little secret between you... and me." Wally added low after he started painting again. You listened, you just didn't comment. Letting your brush do its work again.

A cool breeze passed by you, you could notice that your painting partner was using a lot of neutral colors, which you found interesting, since you were using the most saturated colors. Despite having only one paint pallet, you were able to use it together. Letting the silence and concentration flow in the air. Comfortably, you sighed and looked at your work after a few hours had passed, almost finished. You and Wally talked at times, joking, getting to know each other, and even giving different opinions in some cases. Until he asked you what made you move into the neighborhood. "Well," you began, putting your paintbrush aside, satisfied with your painting. "Where I lived there were a lot of… materialistic opinions. I like living experiences, and being present to an organic place, like this," You signaled behind you, where the neighborhood was. "It makes me feel more comfortable and accepted." The puppet next to you hummed, understanding you. You looked at Wally after he had finished his painting and saw that he had put his brush down, also looking like he was finished. "You are very experienced in what you talk about. I am happy to know that you are a neighbor now." Wally watched you with that same look in his eyes. You smiled contentedly. "Well, I take it we've finished the paintings." You soon cut the silence, watching as Wally's expression changed from one of contentment to one of realization. He looked down at his own painting and nodded. You got down on your knees and sat on your legs, painting in hand. "What do you think?" You showed your still fresh painting to the puppet who took his eyes off you and observed your painting. After a few moments of silence, Wally raised his hands and looked at you, and you understood, giving him the painting to look at more closely. You had talent, that was for sure. The puppet observed every aspect of your painting. He could see what elements you wanted to show in this painting. He could see that some of the flaws there were on purpose. You had a very specific and beautiful trace to look at. Wally quickly took his eyes off the painting when he heard you laugh lightly. "Hah, you know what? You can keep it. As a gift from me to you, neighbor." Wally understood your comment, for he said nothing, just stared at the painting with a facination that made you smile silly. Wally noticed your action and not wanting to be left out, he signaled to the brush in your hands. "Oh well, keep that, then. As a thank you gift, from one neighbor to another." Wally watched your smile become more genuinely grateful. You were very pretty like that.

"Do you want to show your work or are you going to be mysterious?" You joked and watched your companion place his newest gift on the floor next to him. Wally removed his painting from the easel and turned to you. Seeing that the puppet was offering you the painting to look at. You took it, and when you looked closely you noticed something... Interesting.

You don't know if interesting was the right word. Since Wally's painting was a mixture of some very intense concepts. You could notice that the painting on top was in more neutral colors like beige, browns and whites. It was something softer, serene, beautiful.

You found the overpainting very peaceful. But you could notice what the original painting looked like underneath these soothing tones. Spirals. In strong shades of black with reds. It was… very… Specific. However, he changed later and made this art soothing and fragile.

You looked at the puppet who was very expectant, you smiled with droopy eyes, and honestly you encouraged him that it was beautiful and very original. His signature for this style was very distinctive. You liked it.

Returning the painting to its owner, you noticed the sky on the horizon, and how late it was getting. "Oh, time has passed quickly, I wasn't expecting that." You commented holding your new brush firmly. Wally looked at the horizon and you got up from the ground. Picking up your slippers in hand. You looked at Wally who stood up as well. Remarkable height was made between the two of you.

"Well, it was nice to get to know you better, Wally Darling." You extended your hand to the puppet next to you. The nominee nodded in agreement and shook your hand. "I say the same to you, (Name)."

You smiled pleased and asked the man if he would go along, offering to help carry the equipment. Wally denied this and said that he would be staying a while longer. You then bid him goodbye once more and began to walk down the small slope where you were standing. Walking barefoot in the cool grass.

The puppet looked at you from afar, watching your figure disappear after a few minutes. Wally turned back and watched the beautiful view for a few seconds. He began to whistle, organizing his things so that he would be ready to leave later. Not forgetting to take your sketchbook and your pencil.

You were a bit forgetful. This was rather amusing for him.

-OW OKAY OKAY, WHY DID I FOUND THIS ADORABLE? bruhh, i think i'm getting way too soft for this-

@elegantkidfansoul

[hajihiko]

Ahhh, I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, but I'm curious to know what changed Hajime/Izuru's mind in the universe your art takes place in? Like, what made him go from not caring about anything because everything was boring and meaningless, to trying to enjoy life?

I don't really remember what it was in the anime, but it was probably hope. And like, that makes sense if you think about it, considering that's the definition of hope, but hope doesn't usually just happen like that, you know? Especially not to someone who probably had never felt it since the whole Ultimate Hope thing (ironically). In my mind, it's hard to imagine what it could have been, considering nothing ever phased him. I know that whatever gave him hope doesn't have to be that deep, because that's how it is sometimes, but I was wondering what you think it could have been (or more importantly, what you consider it to be in your art)!

Also, this is kinda unrelated, but I find it so cool how much your art makes me really think about the characters. It's amazing how you're able to really see how you've fleshed out the characters through you art, and honestly, you are probably one of my favourite artists because of it.

But anyway, sorry about this long and random rant 😭 Idk why I spend my time analyzing the character and point of view of fictional characters, but I guess sometimes the ADHD brain goes brrrrrr.

Thank you for sharing your art; I hope have a great day or night!

depends on the universe! But I'll assume you mean my general post-game stuff.

I've said it somewhere before so if it's old bread to you bear with me, but basically, it was a genuine dedication to face the big horrible awful feelings that come with trauma and life in general, and also the brain boost of getting to skip the slow growing part even for just a while.

My idea is that Izuru and Hajime are not two separate identities, rather, an amnesiac and horribly traumatized boy was given a moniker he didn't care to accept or deny. It's not like he had any other name to go by. That was Izuru Kamukura.

The brain has these neural pathways of how it responds to things, and his all got burnt out so he could respond with an appropriate talent each time. As a very simplified example, someone might respon to threat with the Flight response, because it worked in a dire situation and the brain decided "that saved us, this is how we will respond from now on".

Hajime, in the game, gets a sudden bump out of those pathways, enabling him to feel things properly and be fully present in his life. Thematically, the big Super Sayian moment is him deciding to not fall into old, but true and tried, brain patterns, and instead taking on the horrific experience of being human, with all the messy Emotions and Failures that comes with it.

When he wakes up from the game, he still struggles, but the artificial boost from his old thinking as well as a conscious, strenuous, painful effort to not repress himself anymore but instead face the things that he did and were done to him, make him able to carve himself into a new Him.

Not the same, in the sense that WHO could say they're the same as they were before a simulated murder game that revealed that you were a killing machine terrorist and so were your friends. But the same as in, he's Hajime Hinata and he decides what exactly that means. To want is an emotion, and he wants to become someone who can experience life fully, and chasing that single feeling of Want opens up the doors to everything else. You might've heard this before but "before you change, you have to want to change".

So in short. What enabled him to get Hopeful so to speak was the combination of a brain kick (you could call that a metaphor for outside help), and a concrete decision to try to do the difficult but right thing. Sounds kind of boring maybe, but everything else comes later - like his interest and care for his friends, an enjoyment of philosophy and the arts, a pleasure from being useful and helpful, a serenity from accepting things as they are, and a thrill that comes with strong genuine emotion (from my own life, sometimes a single moment of !!!! can carry you on for months).

Yes the whole thing is a metaphor for getting better with mental health stuff. It's personal to me okay 😂

(also I like the idea from Miggys fic that his human connections override the apathy and distance so as long as he's around the people he loves he can hold onto what keeps him going)

I love thinking about and building on characters too! Spending tons of time inspecting them like a specimen 🤝 people (and therefore characters) are very interesting to me so I just like rolling them around my brain. Thank you for your interest and kind words!

[pardonmydelays]

what do you love the most about twenty one pilots?

i fucking love this question, but there's no easy answer to it. i guess i'm gonna have to try tho, because sometimes i feel like maybe some of you don't really understand WHY i totally changed my entire blog when clancy came out (it's kinda like me loving this band was my biggest secret for such a long time, idk. i still remember how a few months before it i've mentioned something and anix literally yelled at me like "WHY THE FUCK YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU LIKE TWENTY ONE PILOTS" lmao. anyway).

first of all, no one has ever made me feel so seen and understood. there's real magic in tyler joseph's lyrics, you might hate me for what i'm about to say right now, but speaking of tortured poets - for me it's not taylor, it's tyler. and the scariest part of it all is that i very often relate to his lyrics. but that's also beautiful - it's therapeutic in a way. so when clancy came out and i realized i relate to pretty much EVERY song on this record, i just thought to myself, oh lord, how did i survive this long without their music. it's always been them for me. i will never abandon them again, i swear.

second thing, the lore. you all know i'm a slut for stories told through music (*cough* musical theatre *cough*). also, if the plot of the story is complex and weird as fuck, there's a pretty big chance it will become my favourite thing in the world. the entire lore is an insane metaphor for mental health struggles so, obviously, i can find a part of myself in it. i would die for their lore, honestly. it's all i can think about. and clancy will always be my fucking blorbo.

another thing i love a lot about them, and it's something you don't really see if you don't watch their interviews or live performances, they are literally just two dudes. both josh and tyler have always been very anxious and awkward and weird and that's what makes them more human in my opinion - just two fucking idiots who are best friends, lmao. they are so relatable in every possible way. they are also the funniest dudes in the entire world. and their friendship is so fucking beautiful. the only difference between us and them, truly, is that they are extremely talented and they have their own band.

also, they care about the clique so fucking much, this was probably mentioned on my blog before (maybe even today in a previous ask). they don't care about the charts, about awards, about anything really, all they care about is their music and fans. they don't do it to be the best band in the world. they do it to save lives - our lives as much as their own (if it wasn't for this music i don't know how i would have fought this). and that's what makes them different and honestly, better than the other artists.

they are also pretty much unproblematic. i wasn't really sure if i should mention that, but i feel like i need to. tyler joseph made one stupid mistake a few years ago - the way people reacted to this still breaks my fucking heart. he realized he was wrong tho, he apologized. the other day i saw a post here on tumblr about how he's fucking problematic and racist and the worst man on the planet etc etc. can we... fucking stop, please. it was just a stupid joke and he knows it was dumb and unnecessary. most people wouldn't even apologize, but he did. end of story. i will defend him with my life (not saying he is perfect, but shit, if you want to cancel him for one mistake maybe you should look at yourself first).

i feel like there are thousand different reasons but i'm just gonna stop here, because it's too fucking long already and no one will read it anyway.

[edgyedgelord]

With Instagram suddenly diving into the AI hay wagon head first full speed I feel like people need to be reminded about something.

ofc warnings for talk about AI and AGI but this is a hopecore post because i'm tired of the fearmongering

From my own personal look into the state of things, AI is starting to look more like a scarier version of NFTs so I choose to believe it's going to fall harder than they did after this high point. NFT's died out when the markets crashed due to courts coming in and commenting on the legality issues in their economy and cryptocurrency. Once they didn't make a good enough profit anymore and the get rich quick scheme died out so did they into obscurity.

I believe AGI and AI as a whole will soon have their theft of content and data exposed to courts or some sort of more powerful folk, like what happened to NFTs after the art theft with that one artist, and we'll see the models quickly fade out and return to just being chatbot partners for the losers who live in basements and swear their ape JPEG is still relevant and profitable.

And if I'm wrong they can't legally stop us from making art nor can they stop us from making counter programs that poison their models, lil reminder that those do exist and some programs are starting to put those into their stuff so you can easily poison your art in the program. It doesn't matter how advance their models get because since the renaissance an artist's main supporter were other artist's. As long as we continue to make and do what we love to do and support one another then that's all we really need.

So, I propose a form of counter attack.

Go to your local stores and look into making a business deal with them to sell your art or offer to produce advertisement flyers, signs, whatever they need. That way you get your art out there and you're supporting other folk struggling in this capitalistic hellscape.

Using the funds you get from that, go through commission pages and support your fellow artists. If you can, try and find the younger or beginner artists to support. We often look over them and they deserve as much support and encouragement as the experts.

And of course don't forget to share around commission ads as much as you can. The only form of advertisement we get is from us reblogging each other's stuff or recommending one another to other folk.

A large reason as to why artists aren't getting support against AGI right now is because of the public eye seeing us as nothing but a bunch of nerds who draw anime all day. We need to prove that we're people with a passion in this stuff and how we're useful. We also need to speak out how most of us are neurodivergent and careers in art are what fits for us best since it plays into our interests and our skills are best equipped for this.

In summary, don't lose hope. The moment you start talking about how advanced AI is and how nobody is supporting us you're basically saying you give up and that is not how you should ever think about anything. In the theme of pride, when everyone else is against you remember that there are others like you who will continue to support and protect you no matter how long it takes for things to get better. Those who led the queer revolution didn't quit when they were being threatened or detained, they kept on leading the parades and now we have openly queer characters and people in mainstream media. Change happens, sometimes for worse, but time and time again do I see that what is right will always come back on top.

I choose to live through this artistic struggle of an era with hope that in the end human produce media with love and passion and talent will come out on top and prove it's worth over artificially generated content. Even better, I keep hope that after this obstacle for us all it will only go to show our resolve and the public eye will finally look at us with awe at the strength and determination that we have.

Art by human hand has existed since we lived in groups in caves as our first form of communication and it still is such. Stories are told through art, messages are delivered through art, and that is something a robot can never recreate no matter how much techbros want you to believe it can. We are some of the most important and strongest people to be on this planet because we are a community of people who have struggled so much that our understanding of human emotion allows us to put that into images made with ink, pencil, pixels, words, sound, voice, whatever medium you may use. We are masters at what makes us human, communication and complex thought and emotion, and that can't be taken away from us.

[girderednerve]

notes! from vampire show!

i don't know what exactly were show choices & what was book stuff, because the last time i tried to read an anne rice novel i was in the fourth grade, my father confiscated it (on grounds that it was 'seditious & salacious'? still confused by this decades later, like, sure, salacious i grant, but seditious? how?), & then when i stole it back to finish it i got so bored that i gave up about two-thirds of the way through, so my recollections are. vague. sort of apropos, perhaps!

my very favorite thing on this show are the scenes where the actors are visibly speaking but we can't hear what they're saying; there's such a neat closed loop between the church conversion scene in 1x01 & the reunion scene in 2x08, but there are other moments too that i like a lot (an unvoiced 'i love you' from lestat in s.1, i forget when, this is what happens when you slam through a show; of course of course of course the last exchange between claudia & madeleine). & then there's the one we see silently & then are told about, refracted through an altered memory—daniel's lifeline, given to him by a burned louis. there's something so deeply sweet about it that i kind of lost my shit, louis still bloody from his recent suicide attempt, daniel manipulated close to that edge, & louis handing him back the best defense that he could muster against armand. like it matters to me both that louis wanted to save his life & that the way he chose to do it, the narrative he gave daniel, was built from what daniel said himself. i mean obviously it's also louis' fault that he's in that situation, which is kind of the show's whole like, relational ethos, i think, & the persona that daniel builds his life around has deep limitations, but it's no less a gift. the other related scene is that september 8, 1973: armand operating as a mouthpiece for lestat, faithfully taking dictation until he doesn't; his insecurity there is so much more interesting with more context! lestat's desperation is of course very fun

the rashomon thing going on in s2 worked so well for me in part because it runs next to the cartoon parody in the théâtre & the immense performances in the framing interview narrative. we are interested in the process of recollection & artistic reframing! we are curious about whose interests these processes might serve! we are thinking about power & about complicity, sometimes in vulgar ways (camp?). ben daniels fucking ate in those scenes can i just say. i love dramatizing the experience of remembering, or remembering when you knew something; i spent a few years convinced that i didn't know about something that constantly happened in front of me, because i was living with someone who made the language to describe it impossible [sidebar i am talking about parental alcoholism in a way that makes it sound much more procedurally interesting than it was! it's my blog & i'll lie if i want to]. louis' sense of limitation about his artistic talents as a photographer was really sharp; i think there's something going on there i haven't quite teased out, but the read from jacob anderson there, unashamed of all his years of violence but really embarrassed about any impression he might have given that he was trying to pass himself off as a great artist, is so good—sincere & vulnerable, grounding. the problem of redaction: armand's direct edits to louis' & daniel's memories, louis' deliberate distortions in the first interview, his mistaken recollections (claudia's dreams, especially) in the second, the pages cut or torn from claudia's diaries. i liked the instability of louis' remembered/haunting image of lestat, & that the moment that dissolved him was louis' realization? insistence? that the lestat following him is under his control. poignant. before that it only mostly worked for me, although i love a ghost (due south!!), & sam reid is so funny (eating the photo especially, but several other moments too).

claudia is so fucking great & both of her actresses crushed the fuck out of that role. i have less to say about her because she makes me so fucking sad. i love that her journals are physically present, and i think the art department did a really good job with them as objects: her handwriting, her little arrows & notes, the way the covers change as she ages, from cute ribbons to plain & practical black staple-bound pamphlets. but they also remind us that she's never exactly speaking for herself: she's being interpreted, she's being read, she's spoken for, spoken about, not spoken to, & she's silenced. i love that louis worries about her dreams, her secret & inaccessible self! she didn't ask to be there & she's fighting her way into personhood, structurally unable to win. but she sort of wins anyway, right: she haunts, just like she promised, which is so weak it feels bad to observe but is still something. thinking about my undergrad latin class where we read ovid & the professor observed that thisbe has the longest speech in the whole metamorphoses by a woman, & it's a suicide note. what can you do with limited means? it's hard to be a woman. anyway i loved her so much (screaming at louis in her horrible dress!!!!) & i loved madeleine! i liked the parallel between louis making madeleine for claudia & lestat making claudia for louis: feeling obligation, then seeing a beloved person through her eyes (claudia bathed in light, which actually i thought looked kind of dumb but we did get it; louis saying 'she called me an angel'). i liked madeleine's frankness, her laughter, the brief moments where she & claudia were happy together, also of course madeleine's 'not yet' answer to louis' 'romantic?' question. the menstrual blood scene! concise & effective! claudia's desire for womanhood & companionship, her physical desires for blood & sexuality, bam right there in like ninety seconds. 'i'm leaving a trail, like gretel!' blammo that's television

there was a bunch of over-bright lighting & lengthy fades in s2; is this a reference to period cinema or something? it didn't quite work for me but it was Doing Something so i'm not exactly mad. while i'm talking about visual style there were some excellently framed shots (armand-as-rashid between daniel & louis in s1, against the windows, stands out; the closing shot in s2, stark & sad). i like the cities-as-fangs title card but it got a little dry, & the typography is still so so silly, but then again they're trying to make a cable tv franchise so what can i say about it. it's good to stay humble. everyone loves a little soupçon of the cw's vampire diaries? same with some of these music cues, they were simply not 4 me

acting 😭 sam reid & jacob anderson have unreal chemistry in my opinion. sam reid physical presence wild? like i am thinking about lestat walking backstage for his big reappearance in 2x07, in silhouette tossing his jacket behind him, but of course there were lots of smaller gestures i liked a great deal (hands! especially in s1). speaking of gesture i liked the parallel in s1 around the 'cloud gift': we see it first before louis' turning, when lestat first bites him & their feet leave the floor after lestat's teeth make contact (i was like 'buffy joke???' about this when it happened; reminded me of tara & willow floating over the dance floor at willow's birthday party, iconic moment in gay tv in my uninformed opinion), and then of course it's set against the horrible moment in 1x05 when lestat drops louis. what do we know, when did we know it, what power do we have, how do we use it? lestat going off-script in the horrible show trial to shame that homophobic soldier was really fun for me personally but also it felt strange to have the argument hinge on patriotism? i think there's a reading there about honesty which is probably less annoying, but obviously lestat was just pulling out whatever would hurt. guy of all time. his little face journey in magnus' old lair!! i love to have fun!! i loved jacob anderson's little action hero bit with the motorbike & the machete. was delighted when i realized that armand is actually taller than he is, because they'd managed to make it seem the opposite.

assad zaman is fabulous but i can't figure out what i think about armand. will meditate upon it. top ten scene for me is the madeleine/armand conversation, though; bitterness, survival, a little of that cold remove around true desire for connection. great blocking also.

costumes are legendary in my opinion, whoever did them absolutely should be getting emmys about it; the 1x07 party costumes, obviously, were standouts, but all of their outfits are so sharp. claudia's overalls were poignant to me, strangely modern & a little ageless; lestat with an undershirt tucked into tailored trousers with some kind of like, fancy beltloop situation? louis' parisian workwear! lestat's robes! the hats! so thoughtful & precise, really excellent stuff.

[aristocratic-otter]

Ten Questions for Writers

Thank you @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart and @nausikaaa for the tag! So, it's that time again, huh? Well, some things have changed since I last did one of these, so here goes.

How many works do you have on AO3? 35 but one was a group fic (Birthday Man). So technically 34.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 957,040 - 39,132 for birthday man (not going to try to figure out how many words my chapter in that fic was) = 917,908. So close to that million words!

What fandoms do you write for? Carry On only.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always. I can't say my responses are always inspired because, just like in real life, sometimes I just don't know what to say. But I always reply, because I know for myself how hard it can be to write a comment, so I want to honor that. That, and I'm really truly grateful for everyone who takes the time to tell me what they liked about my work!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? No...my fics are pretty long and specific, it'd be really hard to pass something of mine off as someone else's. I know it hasn't happened on AO3, though I can't speak to Tumblr or other platforms, since I don't spend much time there.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, Birthday man, of course. And the Star Trek Redemption series is a lovely collab with many talented people. But also, I consider all of the many artists I've worked with co-authors, because so much of what I write comes from bouncing ideas off of them and being inspired by their art. So I'm considering @krisrix, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @frjsti, @moments-au-crayon22, @artsyunderstudy, @alexalexinii,

@steppjes, @letraspal and @cutestkilla as cowriters

7. What’s your all-time favourite ship? The one and only OTP, Simon and Baz

8. What are your writing strengths? Hmm...I think I'm good with blocking, because I visualize my stories in my head before I write them down, so I'm good about knowing where characters are in space at all times. I'm also pretty good at characterization? And while my fics aren't usually laugh-out-loud funny, lots of comments point out things that are amusing, so I guess I write humor fairly well. Definitely good at scientific background stuff, of course. I don't know, other than that.

What are your writing weaknesses? Plot, plot, plot...not that I don't write decent plots. I think I do. But it can take me hours of dwelling on how to get characters from one plot point to the next. I tend to plan a fic in broad outlines and leave out minor details, and then I get bogged down in the details later. Other than that? I have trouble with witty banter. I can do dialogue, but I struggle with, for example, coming up with amusing insults for Baz to use on Simon. It just doesn't come naturally, because in RL, I'm the type who thinks of the witty response hours after the conversation ended!

Oh, also I suck at continuity. I constantly have to go back and read earlier chapters because I can't remember what I already had a character do or say.

First fandom you wrote for? CSI is the one I'll admit to.

I have no idea who's done this, so I'll tag: @cutestkilla, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @angelsfalling16, @palimpsessed, @bookish-bogwitch,

@best--dress, @emeryhall, @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @larkral

[brisquad-unit-4402]

IM LOSING IT OVER YOUR RECENT IKE FIC. LIKE OH MY GOD. its so sweet and heartwrenching i felt just as nervous and anxious as reader the entire time, and when ike reciprocated my heart MELTED AHHH his freckles!!! how kind and beautiful he is, and his confusion turning into acceptance and his SQUEALSSS AAAA. i cant take it this is my fav ike and probably luxiem fic of all time. all of your hard work paid off so well, it was so well structured and emotional and everyone felt so real!! like they arent characters, theyre actual people!!

ahh, now i wish i knew ike's perspective during those stream moments and his reaction to pen and paper ship content HAHA. i imagine he swiftly bookmarks it on his private account but he keeps blushing and his hands shake whenever he sees any fanart WAAAH. maybe one time he sees pen and paper kissing and he cant properly look at the notifications from reader's chat without FLUSHING RED i love them so bad

i love whenever i'm reading a fanfic and it's so sweetly emotional that you feel your own emotions kicking in. so whenever i hear my work has that effect on someone else it's one of the nicest feelings in the world and WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAVORITE IKE AND/OR LUXIEM FIC EVER. that's super high praise thank youuuuu sobsobsob

i mean this is the kindest most /posi way possible but "they aren't charcters, they're actual people" is the scariest compliment i've ever heard. like on one hand i'm genuinely happy! i worked really hard on keeping multifaceted personalities in mind even for the minor characters! but also Oh No. I'm Writing Vtubers. We Need To Play This So Carefully And So Conscious Of The Creator/Audience Boundary Or My Ass Is GONE

real talk one of my most favorite ike things is when he squeals at something cute or because he's embarrassed ahhhh. and his speaking voice gets so high pitched and soft when he's flustered too like?? it's probably my favorite charm point of his

the ogs remember the poll i ran like a month ago about if ike should have freckles or not. shoutout to the landslide victory, if i remember correctly 97% of voters wanted ike with freckles! so glad that worked out, it works so well with the star theme and the difference between an online friendship meeting irl, and how reader loves them because it's a reminder that they have so much to learn about ike and are ready/willing, and also, freckles are just plain adorable. ike is just plain adorable. put them together and if i were richer and thirstier i'd be commissioning an artist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

real talk tho i feel like ike goes from 1 to 100 whenever he catches himself simping over reader before the off-collab. either he's really good at acting composed, being normal, just interacting with his best friend like best friends do... or he's a stuttering, blushy mess that wavers like jell-o.

ike's the type of guy to sleepily check twitter before going to bed and whenever he sees pen and paper on his fyp it's like he snaps awake. maybe even squeaks or goes "a!" if it's especially.... you know. sometimes he can't even comprehend that people want him and reader to. well. his mouth goes dry.

and then he feels so dirty and embarrassed just because it's there, but... he's still looking at it. is it bad he's still looking at it? it definitely is but it's captivating, in a way. somehow. the artists are so talented, and somehow they nail your body language to a t, and the way your hair swoops above your eyes, and draw you with the cutest little expressions, and—

ah, who is he kidding.

in moments of weakness it triggers something in him to bury his face a little deeper in his blankets, pretend the screen's light would cool the heat pooling over his cheeks, and search the hashtag himself.

not even three pieces of fanart later, he has to throw his phone face-down on the mattress, cover his blush with a pillow, and now he's definitely squealing. it's healing and it makes him ill. it's... pretty. you're pretty. and he's pretty dumb for letting a silly crush distort itself like this.

the worst part is that some of these line up a little too well with daydreams he wanted to lock away until the end of time. he likes when he takes the lead. the stunned, puppyish expression so rare it only shows up on your face during the biggest plot twists during a stream, but coated in a darkened blush as he pecks them on the cheek, elegant and composed. calm.

ohhhh, this can't be good for his heart. especially when ike himself is so red-faced just thinking of it. calm, his foot.

still with the pillow over his flush, ike feels around for his phone and sets it on his nightstand. he chides himself. that's enough internet for the day, eveland! now quit acting like a shoujo high schooler in love and go to bed already, it's not going to happen!

he sets his face into a determined frown as he lifts the pillow and sets it aside. with any luck, he'd go the rest of the night without thinking of reader and his feelings for them.

the frown eases as he nestles into his blankets and tucks himself in. soft sheets and warm comfort greet him as he shuts his eyes, and he enters the fluffy haze of sleep as he slips into dreamland...

...is what he'd like to say, but not even ten seconds later his eyes snap open and jerks upright in bed. wait, i'm acting like i'm in love?!

he sits with the thought seeping through his brain like a corrosive acid, filing through every little moment he daydreamed about you, and when those don't paint him a picture he likes, he tries to recall the moments he shared with you instead. those are even fonder, and even worse.

he slaps his hands over his face and sighs, and when it sounds lovesick he sighs even more.

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "Which career would suit you best?"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about guidance on your situation, your talents and what career may be the one in which you'd shine the most.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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pile 1

You may be good at putting together things and make something beautiful, like you find pieces of random materials (or even informations) and you put them all together to make a piece of art (or to talk about something). You are good also at entering inside people's minds. You find breaks/wounds, or try to heal their wounds too, thanks to your ability of putting together things (broken or not). It reminds me of the kintsugi art. You may be wounded as well, but you kinda use your wounds to help others too, you show them, you're not afraid to show how you grew into the person you are nowadays. You know scars are a due part (and a reminder) of the most meaningful lessons we learn in our life. You may feel called to keep working on yourself so to be more accepting of what is going on (sometimes you may still not know why things happen to you and have a hard time accepting them), and do the same for others as well. You may be a conselour, a therapist, a psichologist, a writer, a speech doctor or you have to speak a lot about something related to the mind. You may even be an artist (any type but a little more painting/drawing-related) or a tarot reader/spiritual figure. A mystery/puzzles solver, for a few (so maybe even a detective/police officer). You can help others finding their true worth and appreciate themselves more also through the hardship they may be going through. You give another point of view to life's situations. You are accepting and not judging of others: no matter what you or them have been through, you know everyone has their own path and things to learn, you just try to be of help in putting a light on their path also thanks to your self knowledge and ability to put together things. You may be a teacher as well, maybe a particular one, that uses a different approach.

songs: burst into flames | cavale; blood tree | billy crabtree

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pile 2

High self made vibes. Business person, self employed. You may want to build your empire. I am hearing "finances", it could be your field, or you may be wanting to become particularly rich. It doesn't have to be for everyone though. Some of you may just be ending into a field and grow abundant by chance. I think also doctors (and pharmacists, people working with herbs too) may be in this pile. You want to leave a name, possibly become famous in your field. Some of you could be writers or researchers. You want to make a change into the world. But in order to do so, you need to have a clearer mind about the how (I get some confusion too, maybe not for everyone). Follow your intuition and what is telling you to do. Follow your call. Some of you may be in a field you don't like, the cards are saying don't block the change, what is supposed to be. Find ways to get there (just ofc be mindful to make a change with a thought: do not simply get out of a job out so suddenly because this reading is suggesting it may be good for you; see if/how/when you can afford it. And if you really need to. Take a breath and plan it out: if you're only studying about a subject you can make a change, but you need to be sure about what your heart's calling. Try to be happy and have no regrets). And again, make an actual plan: it's your life you have to take control on. For some it may also be a job in the law-field. But for most of you, the message is to keep attracting what it is that you have inside of you. You just need to meditate and find it out. Or, wait for the moment in which the realization will arrive (some may not yet be aware of what their call is, just don't stress over it. You'll know it at the right time). I think the biggest blockage to your dream career is yourself: your mind, your situation, your fears. Try to have a talk with them and see if you can change anything (be objective though, find compromises, and don't hide your true self for anyone else: live your life).

if you're called by pile 3, there may be a short message for you too

songs: my body is a cage | peter gabriel; pharoah dunes | emancipator, 9 theory* (*second song is instrumental: could be a sign for archaeologists/historians or just another way to suggest you to meditate)

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I feel a stress on the word "your". Some of you may be called by others' people jobs (famous or not). Not just inspired but in a way that you just want to be better than them at what they do or you want to be like them for any reason (fame, money, just competition, self worth... maybe someone you love keep praysing them for what they do and you need to show that you can do the same even better -tw: this is a trauma you need to work on). This is to remind you that you don't need to be anyone else: you're you. You have your life, your path, your plan. Your reason to be here. And it's okay if you haven't found it yet. You will find it soon, when yo'll be ready to know about it, and maybe when you'll stop trying to be someone you're not and heal your traumas. Nobody is born without a reason. Keep this in mind. You have a purpose too. Be confident about it. Be sure about it. Stand your ground, talk your words. You don't need to people please, you don't need to be a yes-man, you don't need to do what others do if that's not what makes you happy inside, and willing to wake up even on sundays or christmas' day and willing to just work on your thing. You're kinda blocking your own intuition by not listening to your guts but only to your wounded ego. Don't do this to you. Don't be afraid of not being someone. You will be someone one day, but you need to be your own someone. So have a talk with your mind, find your way out of this painful rut you're putting yourself into, balance your emotional side (and take care of your wounds). Answers will come at you sooner than you think. Also, if by any chance your parents want you to do a job you don't like or follow their path, you are free to say no. And you're allowed to change your mind after studying and go for a different path. Some of you will need to work in companies, or maybe create a business with a friend/partner or someone you'll meet somewhere by chance. Just don't rush things. Keep your ear ready to receive inputs (maybe the words of someone will help you get out of this place). Music may be for some of you, maybe dancing too. Some may need to relocate somewhere else too. All in all, believe that you'll find your career or it will find you: don't force it onto you.

if you're called by pile 2, there may be a short message for you too

songs: american girl | tom petty and the heartbreakers; teasing to please (left side, strong side) | cute is what we aim for

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It's a job of compromises and balancing out. You may even be balancing two completely different jobs. At least to start with. But it may feel scary to you: is it really right to do this? Don't stop yourself. You can do this. You are smart and intelligent to do anything you desire, why are you stopping your abilities? change your mind and clarity will come to you faster. I feel like you only need to believe more in yourself to take the final step, cause you already know your call. You may be aware of the fact that you can find a middle ground, your own way to do things, to balance opposites. Maybe some of you already know that they need to balance their own mind with the one of their colleague/s: find compromise again. Don't shut your mouth. Learn from your past experience and teach others too. You may have had a passion or a hobby when you were a child or a teen (according on your age), and you kinda forgot about or had to give it up to study another thing or focus more on another job. Come back to it. You may find that that was your real call. Or you may mix it with your new passion/hooby and see what type of career or job you can create by mixing the two. E.g. Maybe you liked cooking when you were a child and then you studied/are studying psychology: but you can find how to help people with food-related psychological trauma by preparing a diet for them or molding specific food into a different form. You name it, it could be anything really. There's just a need to balancing opposites in your reading, and it could be even what your mind and heart are saying (are they pointing in two different ways?). Yes, it's this: your mind may be playing with you, not really wanting you to focus on your passion but opting for something safer, but you can actually find a compromise. Think about it, you can. So yes, cooking, drawing, painting, dancing, sports (if you have studied management and liked sport, you can try to work for a sport team, e.g.)... reading? Watching movies? I think you can start a blog about something particular too, maybe just your child-days/memories for people of your age or around it. Reconnect with your inner child, let them help you. Some of you may be feeling like you're suddenly running out of time but that's not true. Give yourself time to take a break and see things from a different perspective. Sometimes all wee need it's just to let ourself have a time out.

if you're called by any other pile, there may be a short message for you too

songs: nowhere fast (instrumental)* | ateller; only you | yazoo (*instrumental song may be an encouragement for you to meditate and take some time for yourself)

[mykpopwire]

exclusive interview: MY K-POP WIRE x BLITZERS

BLITZERS returned with a brand new album [LUNCH-BOX] on June 19th.

BLITZERS members share more about their music, daily life, appearance on Britain's Got Talent, and more while answering the questions from BLEE.

✨From CHRIS✨

[@blitzersGAY] Has any specific song inspired you lately?

"Love" by Keyshia Cole. The song is really good. It's a great song to listen to when you're excited!

[@blitzersfiIes] How do you manage your energy and stamina during tours?

I make sure to eat well and exercise regularly to maintain my energy and stamina!

[@e_e__am] Do you have any favourite lyrics in any one of the new songs?

From our latest song “SUPERPOWER,” my favourite lyrics is the one that says, “There’s power in small things (작은 것들에 힘이 있어)”!

[@itzyblitz] Is there a music genre you haven’t tried yet that you really want to?

I usually like and enjoy listening to hip-hop, so I'd like to try hip-hop if possible! Or I'd like to try EDM too!

[@starblitzers] What was the experience of performing on Britain’s Got Talent like?

I was worried at first, but I was confident, so I practiced hard and had a lot of fun on the show!

[@jjongpie] If you could relive any concert you have done, which one would you relive?

I remember all our concerts, but I want to go to America where my parents are and have another concert!

[@prettyboysya] Which member sleeps in the funniest position?

I think it’s WOOJU! We’re roommates, so I sometimes see him sleeping, and he does Muay Thai in his sleep!

✨From JINHWA✨

[@blitzersGAY] What’s your favourite thing about this new album?

Among all the things from this album, I like the outfit for BOX's version the most!

[@e_e__am] What would you put into your lunchbox?

I want to put LA galbi!

[@blitzersfiIes] How do you feel when BLEE tell you how much you’ve inspired and helped them?

I don't know how to express it, but the fact that our fans say they were influenced by us is the whole reason why I continue promoting as BLITZERS.

[@marcusina_] How do you deal with negative comments and how do you motivate yourself to keep getting better?

I think that if you ignore the nuances of the things that you’re criticized for no reason and just focus on the helpful content, negative comments are also good feedbacks.

[@chiwoodle] How would you rate your experience on Britain’s Got Talent?

It was an experience that gave me a sense of accomplishment in challenges.

[@hoonyversee] What would you like to achieve by 2024 as BLITZERS?

I want to go on concert tours at various places!

[@Lunarsolar_cute] A concert on the moon or a concert at the bottom of the ocean?

Concert on the moon! I think it’d be less difficult to perform on the moon, haha.

✨From JUHAN✨

[@jjongpie] Is there anywhere in the world where you dream of performing a concert in?

I love every stage because they are all precious, but I personally dream of performing at the Super Bowl! I watched The Weeknd, an artist I respect, perform there, and it was so cool.

[@tannietooz] What song do you never get tired of performing?

Among our songs, the most exciting one, “Macarena”!

[@thicccamisul] What has been your happiest moment as an idol?

Performing with fans is what makes me happy.

[@Manar669] How do you prepare mentally and physically for a comeback?

As for this album, since it has been quite a long time since we met our fans, we tried to communicate a lot, and we workout to have strength to show those who are watching our performance.

[@Bleeverse_] What is the hardest choreography out of all your songs?

I think “BOBBIN (끄덕끄덕끄덕)” is a really hard song to do both sing and performance together.

[@withyunsik] What would it be like for you to be the maknae for a day?

If I were to become the maknae, I’d like to speak informally to the older members and pretend I didn’t.

[@vishythefishy_] If you were a piece of furniture, what would you be and why?

Umm.. I'll be the curtain! Feel free to use me whenever needed.

✨From SYA✨

[@jinbeomiee] What was your favourite part of the production of the songs?

I especially liked the lyric “Life is beautiful (인생은 아름다워)” in SUPERPOWER.

[@minhlvrs] What inspires you to be an idol?

I think being able to keep releasing albums and have the opportunities to meet with our fans are what motivates me.

[@SeptemberP1H] Are there any projects outside of music that you would like to try in the future?

I haven't thought of any other paths or projects other than music yet!

[@glamhoon] How would you like your music to influence your fans?

I hope that the messages we want to convey through each of our music are well conveyed to the fans as well.

[@sya_mpoo] If you could meet your younger self what is one thing you really want to tell them?

I want to tell me, "Don't doubt yourself, trust yourself and move forward."

[@blitzersfiIes] What’s the most important message you want to convey through your music and career?

I want to continue to deliver positive energy and various messages to our fans.

[@tannietooz] If BLEE was an emoji, what emoji would we be and why?

‘🥳’. Because just the presence of BLEE makes me feel motivated and happy!

✨From LUTAN✨

[@ana_guerrero10] What is your favourite moment when it comes to recording music videos?

This wasn't included in this music video, so it came out in our behind-the-scenes video. The most fun moment was when we went back to our childhood and played with water guns.

[@Lunarsolar_cute] If you could swap positions with one member, who would it be and why?

I'd like to swap position with JUHAN. I'm currently in the maknae line, but I'd like to be looked up to as the oldest member of the hyung line.

[@ilovyoumin] How has becoming an idol changed your life?

First of all, I think I started my social life earlier than my normal peers, so my sense of responsibility grew and matured faster. And since I’m doing what I like as a job, I often have fun and happy times.

[@starblitzers] What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you talk about BLEE?

The first thing that comes to mind is my gratitude.

[@irt497] What personal achievement are you most proud of?

When I was in high school, I became interested in physics and focused only on that subject even though I knew nothing about it, and I’m still proud of the fact that I got good grades.

[@joongswifee] What’s a song you could listen to all day and not get tired of?

BLITZERS’ SUPERPOWER?!

[@daidaiskee] If you could have an exotic animal as a pet, which one would you choose?

I’ll pick monkey!

✨From WOOJU✨

[@blitzersfiIes] What’s an iconic moment in your career that you’ll never forget?

Doing shows with BLEE.

[@LvLyACE] What song do you think represent BLITZERS the best?

Our comeback song, “SUPERPOWER.” It's because we're brimming with exciting energy after “Macarena.”

[@Bleeverse_] If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

I’ll choose meat! I think I can eat meat without getting tired of it.

[@blitzersfiIes] How do you feel when BLEE tell you how much you’ve inspired and helped them?

I want to express how thankful I am because I feel BLEE is the reason I’m here.

[@starblitzers] What do you usually do on a stressful day?

Going out for a walk helps me to organize my thoughts and relieve stress.

[@tannietooz] What’s a concept you’ve never tried but would like to?

Honestly! I'm still thinking about it.

[@saythenaim_17] Which of you fights more often, and who wins?

There is no win or lose. We fight because we just want to play around with each other!

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[infamous-if]

My own thoughts I guess has based on what you have shared w us. An example from today: multiple executives who is their job to evaluate ability “just didn’t see” what O sees in MC, which might appear as tho MC is not exactly a best candidate of what is available, while you sometimes described S as “just has star power that makes things easier for them,” “were always meant to be famous,” “for some reason people want Seven to like them,” so it might sound as tho MC doesnt compare well w the others

The executives weren't judging MC and their band solely on ability, they were judging MC and their band on how marketable and sellable they were. They can think MC is talented all they want but if they don't believe they can make money off them, they're not going to sign them. That's not an MC-centric problem, it was a business decision based on where MC's band as a whole. Of course, that was before Orion came in the picture. MC's band grows and gets better with actual guidance. You have to remember they started as a group of friends in high school playing in their garage as a hobby. They didn't get really serious until their first EP, and even then it wasn't successful because well, these things take time lol

Plus, that was a narrative choice for Orion's route. If the executives signed MC off the bat, Orion wouldn't have become their sole manager and the delicacy of Orion's position in relation to romancing MC wouldn't be there. (Plus, MC wouldn't be part of BOTB). So they're just the first off a line of people who will doubt MC, the same way every band and every artist gets doubted before they make it big.

As for Seven, as I said before, Seven's strengths have nothing to do with MC as an artist. I'm aware Seven and MC's musical and personal histories are very entwined so it's only natural to compare the two, but MC is their own person apart from Seven. Seven being good at something or being popular is not at all a reflection of MC.

Honestly, Seven would resent that lol the idea that they're only as good as they are in comparison to MC.

MC can easily have that star-power and natural charisma/likeability but that's the players choice, which is why I don't speak on MC as much as the ROs because I have full control over the ROs, as for the MC, I lend as much control to the players as I can :)

Every decision I make pertaining to the MC, I always ask myself if it can be a choice-driven decision. I'm trying to make the MC as buildable as possible (sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't).

[aroacesigma]

okay massive loredump incoming so im terribly sorry if none of this makes sense lol

to understand valkyrie's dynamic in the most basic way possible, shu is an incredibly talented artist who might seem extremely standoffish and cold while also being very short tempered (especially during the earlier stories) but he is very tender to those who cares about. throughout his entire arc though he learns how to express those feelings better so its really sweet to see ^-^ he really loves antique dolls and admires any type of art form really. and hes a very big croissant enjoyer. currently in the story hes studying in france. and i dont care if its only like a silly gag in the game but you have to take shu having DID out of my cold dead hands. he sometimes speaks through the doll his grandfather gave him, mademoiselle.

and mika is, for a lack of a better word his biggest fan(tm). type of guy that would defend anything shu does on twitter lmao. but before getting into their relationship!! i need to gush about my silly first. mika is an orphan who ends up at yumenosaki because he remembers meeting shu when they were both kids and seeing shu perform once. and was like. "hey. i want to be next to him" and somehow??? got in???? but anyway. hes a very sweet guy but might sometimes come off as a bit of an airhead. doesnt help w the fact that he keeps saying hes dumb while that not being the case at all. he really likes plushies :3 he frequently picks up abandoned plushies and clothes from the trash to fix them up and everything. he also has a bit of a sweet tooth lol. but he prefers cheaper candy or sweets that are a little flawed like a cake thats slightly burnt and whatnot because he says that the nice ones make him sick.

oh wow this is already so long im SORRY but getting into them together, their entire arc is them growing and learning and trying to become the best versions of themselves as partners.

during ! era, the earlier batch of stories, when mika first joins valkyrie his relationship with shu is really not healthy at all. people still call them a proship sometimes because they will just ignore any development they had 💀 this was the time that mika was incredibly devoted to shu and very dependent on him. that his only purpose was to be shu's doll for him to control and lead him because he couldnt be trusted with himself or whatever. this being paired with shu's perfectionism resulted in this dynamic of a puppeteer and his puppet, basically. i will probably get to the war in another ask if you want me to bc. i feel like im rambling on too much nfmfnf <.< but after the events of the war their dynamic starts changing with time, in the later ! stories a few of them shows this switch to emphasizing mika needing to become his own person, and to live as a human instead of mindlessly following what shu says him to do. when we get to the !! era how much they've both grown is way more visible, by now shu has moved to france but visits japan frequently for valkyrie's activities or other things. shu cannot shut up about being partners in art with mika and is really proud of how far he has come. mika on the other hand, he really starts pushing for his own artistic taste more and also!! he calls shu out on his bullshit sometimes its really fun to read.

and if you want more tragic yaoi, id recommend listening to acanthe first and the lyrics then going onto le temps des fleurs, both have insane stories in the game accompanying the songs but i will . stop myself for now. all i will say is that the outfits in le temps des fleurs, half of it is supposed to be the groom while the other is the bride, so yeah theyre married to me now.

ohhhh theyre so silly. honestly love that character development for them <3 so glad gay marriage is real in enstars

[seeingivy]

random method acting thoughts + asks

correct. you are absolutely correct. AND I THINK I MENTIONED THIS A FEW TIMES but every time I feel like method acting drama is unrealistic I remember that nicki minaj exists and sleep well at night. MEGAN DEFENDER FOR LIFE

trust. we've got a tweets heavy chapter. and her comeback tweet is so petty I don't even know how we got here but we're here

WAIT UR SO RIGHT. casual E charm around her neck and she's just like yeah what? no i'm not dating him what are you talking about (yes, she is)

thank you so much ☹️ i've been having the worst week (for two weeks in a row) and kind words like this mean so much to me. the headspace has not been the most fun space to be lately (and sometimes I worry that reflects in what I wrote) but i'm glad that it's made you happy and given you that feeling of love. that's all I could hope for and it almost makes me teary eyed that some shred of that is still there even when i'm not feeling the best 💌

here are my random thoughts:

connie has the online presence of tik tok user @/nmillz. like him single handedly reviving all in my head (flex) by fifth harmony (PLEASE TELL ME YOU'VE SEEN IT) is the funniest thing ever and even the way he talks/what he talks about reminds me of method acting connie 😭

this is so random but mentally in my head, I associate some of the characters with like real celebrities and influencers in terms of aesthetic and vibe, which i've seen some readers do which is so interesting cuz our picks are never the same

like y/n in my head is olivia rodrigo coded. like her having a specific brand (very romantic, lovey dovey) when she was on disney channel (and maybe was asked to lean into really hard) as opposed to guts/sour which is so.....emotional/ jealously/rock that's kind of the vibe I get from that character (or at least where we are headed)

historia in terms of aesthetic/character is sabrina carpenter and taylor swift. sabrina carpenter in terms of aesthetics/looks (she is very much the beauty standard, the dream girl, nonsense outros) and in terms of character is taylor swift? like she's a relatable but there's a part of her that's always going to be untouchable (for taylor that's just cuz I think she's a billionaire/very detached from reality, but for the character that just stems from being so deep in the whole industry type thing that she kind of forgets what matters sometimes)

gabi in general reminds me of billie eilish, in terms of where her character will go. I wanted to include the real life hate that gabi as a character got in the show into the story, but I also feel like that hate sometimes is given to billie eilish. to the point where when she wins grammy's she's apologizing bc she feels like she doesn't deserve it, but at the end of the day...she's one of the most talented artists in our generation? what was I made for? bad guy? happier than ever? they were all phenomenal. gabi can be a great actress but she'll never feel like it!

sukuna and y/n give zendaya and timothee vibes. eren and lana give bradley cooper and emma stone in the variety actors on actors interview.

falco and gabi are walter scobell and leah sava jefferies in terms of dynamic and vibes. I will die on this hill.

eren and y/n are andrew garfield/emma stone (ref: she was like a shot of espresso), danielle galligan/calahan skogman (ref: matching tattoos), daisy ridley jones/paul mescal (ref: undeniable SOMETHING)

hyla just has kardashians/nicki minaj level audacity. like kim wearing a purple dress and posting a story w/ speak now...nicki minaj ai generated diss track like that's her.