#sorry anyway yeah that's what the last post was about

[my-castles-crumbling]

letter - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 246

“We got an interesting letter in the post today,” Regulus said lightly when James walked into the sitting room, just returning from work.

“Oh? Another from your mother cursing my entire family bloodline?” the taller man joked, sitting next to his husband on the couch and resting his arm around his shoulders.

“I said interesting, not normal,” Regulus rolled his eyes. “No, this was a letter about your son.”

James grinned. “Oh, he’s my son, now? But last week when he caught the Snitch in ten minutes, I seem to recall him being your son.”

“Hm, well, you always did have a wild imagination,” the younger man smirked. “But anyway, do you know what your son did?”

“No, but I can’t wait to find out,” James grinned.

“He snuck off in the middle of the night with your bloody Cloak and tried to go into the Restricted Section. And when he was asked why he said he was trying to find a spell to turn the Slytherins green,” Regulus explained, a frown on his face.

Immediately, James broke into loud laughter, beaming with pride. After a few minutes of chuckles, he finally calmed himself and nodded, looking at an annoyed-looking Regulus. “Yeah, okay,” he acquiesced. “That one’s on me.”

“Quite,” Regulus rolled his eyes.

“But did you save the letter? I want to hang it up,” James asked, eyes shining with glee. “I’m so pr–ow!”

And Regulus didn’t even feel sorry for pushing him so hard.

[idontactuallyremember]

Regarding the post about Thanos’s full back tattoo: imagine not having seen him in so long since he’s been recording songs and touring but he finally comes back home to you and you get a glimpse of the tatt after he takes off his jacket when he gets in. You’re SHOCKED but you’re like “does it go all the way down your back” and he’s all smirky and cocky and shit like “yeah, why princess, you wanna see” and you’re all “if you don’t strip rn…” and take your time admiring (and maybe licking and kissing all along that tattoo to show Thanos just how much you’ve missed him) 🥵🥵 someone write this out pleaaaase 😩

Hi, Anon. This is amazing and I wanted to write this so bad, I hope you like it <3

Notes/CW: Your famous boyfriend Thanos has been busy & you haven't seen him in a few months, SFW, flirting sexually but it's mostly playful fluff, Fem!reader, the games never happened you're just in love, You match his energy so good, (me finding out about his back tattoo is making me somewhat feral)

You wake up at 2am to your phone ringing; buzzing above your head.

You rub your eyes, the light from your phone giving you an instant headache. You try to decipher who could possibly be calling you this late.

"Thanos <3 is calling..." your phone screen burns into your eyes.

You swipe right, instantly.

"Hi, Princess," Thanos says, a certain excitement in his voice, "What'ya doing?"

"Was sleeping... what are you doing, baby?" you say, groggily.

"I just got done with a show but that doesn't matter. Look outside."

"What did you do now, huh?" You tease, still a little sleepy.

"Just look outside, brat." He teases back, then, sincerely: "Sorry I woke you."

"It's okay, you think whatever is outside will make up for it?" You scramble your robe on and look outside.

"I'd like to think so." He says, locking eyes with you immediately through the curtains.

"Su-bong, you fucking didn't! Come inside." You exclaim. Even in the dark, you knew it was him. You can't help the smile on your face. After all, it's probably been a few months since you saw him last.

"Wait before I do... I have a really serious question to ask you..." He says, his tone changing. Even from across the street and through the window his demeanor seemed to change.

"What's up, baby?" You ask.

"Can you push your tits up against the glass, pleasee-"

You hang up the phone and playfully give him the middle finger.

He flips you off back and makes his way to the front door. Even though he's your boyfriend, butterflies flittered in your stomach and chest anyway.

Meeting him downstairs, you open the door just as he's walking up.

"Fuck, c'mere, Princess." He says, slamming the door behind him as he grabs you, attacking your neck in wet kisses.

"I missed you so fucking much." He mutters breathlessly.

"I missed you, too. How did you even manage to get here?" You question.

"The show I played wasn't so far from here, I needed to see my girl." He pouts.

Peeling off his jacket he adds, "You always keep it 100 degrees in here, why?"

"So I can watch you undres-" you start, but get distracted. A tattoo- a new one- has you shocked for a moment. It starts at his middle finger, just below his nail bed, and trails under the sleeve of his shirt.

"Fuck..." you say, "when'd you do this?"

"You like it, princesa?" He smirks, complying when you grab his arm.

You notice more, too- on his neck.

"Fuck, yes. I love it." You say, trailing your nails down his neckline, "does it go down your back?"

"Mmm... why?" He smirks, "You just missed seeing me shirtless, huh?"

"C'mon, take it off." You say, starting to pull it over his head already.

His shirt thrown aside, you quickly admire his abs and focus on the tattoo.

Simply: 'Thanos' written in neat Korean letters.

"Little conceited, no?" You joke but your cheeks burn seeing the perfectly intricate lines across his muscular back.

He turns to face you- surely with a smartass comeback- but sees your flustered expression and he smiles, arrogantly.

"So on a scale of 1 to 'let's-go-break-our-bed', how would you rate the tattoo? Because right now you look like you're gonna jump on me." He says, sarcastically.

"Maybe a 9? It's a nice bed." You joke.

"Shut up." He says and swiftly grabs you, "Let's go upstairs."

Once you're in the bedroom, he throws you on the bed and lays next to you on his stomach.

The moment you start kissing up his back, he melts into the comfort of Home- the comfort of you.

You trace the lines with your fingers- with your tongue- up his back, down his arms, and up his neck into his hairline. You suck gently on the sexiest parts of his back and neck, leaving hickies.

You don't know how long you admire him but, eventually, Thanos snores softly into a pillow. You crawl next to him and pull a blanket over you both and before you know it, you're fast asleep.

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a Companion Banter Episode two: Bellara

Part 1 (Neve) | Part 2 (Bellara) | Part 3 (Davrin) |

Banter written with my Rook in mind <- Link to his own post if you want to read more about him!

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Bellara: “You seem sad, Calais.” Calais: “Just Cal is fine, Bellara.” Bellara: “Oh, right. You seem sad, Cal.” Calais: “Yeah.” Bellara: “Is it because of everything that’s happening?” Calais: “It’s not the only reason, but it doesn’t help.” Bellara: “When I was sad Cyrian always asked me silly questions to cheer me up. Like, what happens if you get scared half to death twice?” Calais: “You know, he was on to something there.” Bellara: *chuckle*

Bellara: “Is it true cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny?” Calais: *laughing* “Ugh!”

Calais: “Why aren’t blueberries blue?” Bellara: “They are! In a certain light anyway.” Calais: “Bella.” Bellara: “Oh, were you doing the silly question thing?” Calais: “Trying to anyway. Not very successfully judging by your reaction.” Bellara: “Yeah, still needs work. But you’ll get there.”

Calais: “Are the good things that come to those who wait the leftovers of those who didn’t wait?” Bellara: “Wow, that one’s deep.”

Calais: “If a fork was made of gold would it still be considered silverware?” Bellara: “I think you’d just call it cutlery.” Calais: “You’re really cramping my style.” Bellara: *laughing*

Calais: “Why does it take 10 minutes to cook rice?” Bellara: “Does it? I thought it took at least 15!” Lucanis: *disgusted noise* “This explains so much about that risotto you made the other day.”

Bellara: “Why is it called a pair of pants, when there’s only one bit of clothing involved?” Calais: “That’s what I’ve been saying!”

Calais: “I’m sorry about your brother, Bella.” Bellara: “Yeah, me too.” Calais: “We’ll find a way to help him. I know we will.” Bellara: “I hope you’re right.”

Calais: “If you tied buttered toast to a cat and dropped it, what would happen?” Bellara: “You’d never do that to a cat.” Calais: “No, you’re right. I’m just upset my buttered toast dropped this morning.” Bellara: “It was a heavy blow for us all.” Calais: “I might never recover.”

Bellara: “What was it like, growing up in the Necropolis?” Calais: “It was idyllic, I suppose. Vorgoth did the best he could to raise me as normally as possible. But my gift set me apart. It was hard to make friends.” Bellara: “Why?” Calais: “When you can peer into the veil and speak with spirits as if they were standing next to you, it gives you a leg up in a place like that.” Bellara: “Oh, leg, because of your leg thing?” Calais: “No, leg because that’s the turn of phrase.” Bellara: “Is it? Oh, right. I got them mixed up again. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive.” Calais: “That’s alright, you weren’t.” Bellara: “Does it hurt? Your leg?” Calais: “Yeah, all the time. Every day.” Bellara: “How do you cope with it?” Calais: “I have salves, and an elfroot tea that helps. Tastes like ass though.” Bellara: “Could you get a brace made, to help with the pain and the walking?” Calais: “I had one made, but I never wear it. The thing is more uncomfortable than the pain my leg causes me anyway.”

Bellara: “I heard you play piano the other night, in your room.” Calais: “And here I was, thinking I had a nice moment to myself.” Bellara: “You're very good. I stood and listened until you stopped playing.” Calais: “Thank you. And yeah, I fell asleep eventually.” Bellara: “You play until you fall asleep?” Calais: “On hard days.”

Bellara: “Will you play piano for me some time?” Calais: “I don’t do well with an audience.” Bellara: *deflated* “Oh..” Calais: “But, for you, I’ll try.” Bellara: *excited gasp* “Thank you!”

Bellara: *Humming song* Calais: *chuckling* “Liked that one, did you?” Bellara: “Oh, yes! You’re a very good piano player, and that song was so catchy. I keep hearing it in my head.” Rook: “Now I’m curious.” Bellara: “Cal played me a few songs last night, to help me get to sleep. But they were so good they kept me awake because I wanted to listen to them.” Calais: “Yeah, missed the mark on that.” Rook: “But it seems you’ve found a captive audience at least.” Calais: *chuckles* “Yeah. Who knows, maybe I’ll play in front of the team at some point.” Bellara: *excited noises* Calais: “No promises!”

[usmsgutterson]

Tiger Sharks - S.R x gn! reader

Okay, hi! This is one of I think two spencer fics to come out on this specific date. This is the first one and I am posting bc it's my birthday and to celebrate the turn of a decade in my life I am writing a lot of stuff instead of being existential about turning 20.

Also, on a different note, my requests are open to pretty much any of the agents on Criminal Minds but I am especially partial to hotch, reid, alvez, and morgan. I am unemployed at the time of writing this and I have nothing to do but write, knit, and re-caffeinate so I will take literally anything you throw at me, I am that desperate, and things will come out pretty quickly unless I get a job miraculously.

Fic type - this is like if fluff and another nonspecific genre of fluff had a weird baby and it came out to be the fluffiest fluff ever.

Warnings - technically not a warning so to speak but I adore glasses reid so this is an early seasons fic. Not set between any episodes but indeed set after Elles departure because while I love her, I also love prentiss. On a more serious note, though, sharks are mentioned and yapped about a lot (I love sharks, I projected by accident and I am not editing it out bc I adore sharks) and booze + being drunk are mentioned and depicted.

"People!" Penelope starts as she rushes out into the bullpen. You have just settled at your desk for the day, resigned to writing case reports while you listen to whichever music you have most recently loaded onto your iPod. "I am so dreadfully bored on this overcast morning, please tell me if one of you has plans that you wouldn't mind me butting in on?"

She walks over to you, sets a mug of tea on your desk and smiles back giddily when you smile at her.

"What about you? Birthday plans?"

With Spencer, to order pizza, watch a documentary that you locate on whichever channel has one playing at the time, and then eat a four dollar Walmart cake without cutting it into slices.

"No," you shake your head. "I don't really like birthdays, so I don't make too much of a point in celebrating my own."

You and Spencer are, as a unit, not new to anybody. He'd joined under Gideons wing at the age of 21, you'd been recruited to join by Hotch only a couple months later, just after your twenty-first birthday.

He's only four months older than you, in the grand scheme of things, and the age difference being that small means that you, him, JJ and Garcia are like four peas in a pod.

If, of course, two of those peas had been dating for the better part of three and a half years, and had cleared that with Hotch and Gideon after you'd been dating three months, and then had simply forgotten to tell anyone else.

Garcia gives you a pout, and you glance at Spencer. The two of you have gotten pretty good at tuning Garcia out over the last three-ish years since she'd joined up, and he's wrapped up in a conversation with JJ and Emily anyway.

"Nothing?" She asks. "Not celebrating a birthday is a crime! You've gotta have something planned."

You shake your head. "No," you murmur. "I hate birthdays. I turned twenty-five. Big whoop. I'll have a big birthday thing in five more years, when I hit thirty. That's a milestone, so it matters."

Garcia laughs, sits down in the chair next to your desk, sets her chin in the palm of her hand, and sighs.

"You're so cynical," she says. "Makes sense that you and Gideon get along as well as you do."

You laugh a little bit. "Yeah," you nod. "He and Hotch also like that I am efficient, so it all works out. I'm sorry, Penny."

"Don't apologize," her grin is gentle. "I know you'll see the light and celebrate your birthday eventually, and I'm sure that Reid or Jayge have plans that could use an extra body."

"Nope!" Reid calls, attention turning to you and Garcia. "The only plans I have tonight are a date with a documentary about tiger sharks, an entire pizza from Antonios, and maybe a little bit to drink. Such a date is an individual thing, however. Pity party for one."

You grin because of course Spencer had added the booze into your plans--he knows you and your affinity for sweet wine a little too well, which is not something you have the energy to hate at the current moment. Sweet wine, a documentary about tiger sharks, cake and pizza from Antonios actually sounds perfect.

"Aw," you pout playfully, tilting your head as you look at him. "You sure there's not room for one more? I love a good documentary about tiger sharks--they're so cute!"

"Sharks are freaky," Morgan butts in. "They eat people."

"That is actually a very common misconception, likely started up from the dozens of movies where the shark is depicted as the monster, most notably in my head currently being that of the movie Jaws," Spencer starts. You stop pouting and go back to grinning like an idiot. "There are currently 540 types of sharks as discovered by scientists and most of them don't have teeth that can be used to bite into human flesh. If you've ever gone for a swim in the ocean it's very likely that you've swam around with a small shark species that has simply minded it's business instead of swimming up to try to take a chunk out of your leg."

You love him. You love him so much.

"According to the Florida museums International Shark Attack File, only about a dozen species of sharks have ever been recorded to attack humans," Spencer continues. "The top three most dangerous species of shark are the white shark, the tiger shark, and the bull shark, but even then many divers swim with tiger sharks every year without incident."

"Still a risk," JJ says. "I wouldn't chance it."

"I would," you respond. "Tiger sharks are beautiful--I've debated getting a divers certification just on the off chance I might see one, and tiger sharks are only responsible for 131 unprovoked attacks since they started keeping records of attacks and even then, only 34 were fatal."

"How long ago did they start keeping record?" Derek asks.

"More than four hundred years ago," Spencer says. "Great whites have had a total of 333 unprovoked attacks, both fatal and nonfatal since they started keeping record. Tiger sharks have had a total of 131 and bull sharks have had a total of 117."

You bite your lip to ensure your grin doesn't get any wider, take a sip of the tea Garcia had brought you.

"You, Spencer Walter Reid, are my favorite person in this office right now," you respond. Garcia snorts.

"Of course an in depth knowledge of sharks would make you swoon," she retorts. "And--he's Reid, Y/N. He has an in depth knowledge about everything."

You love him so much. "Yes, but whether or not his favorite shark aligns with mine is a dealbreaker."

"Obviously," Emily murmurs, grinning just slightly.

"I like whale sharks the most," Spencer says. "I've been meaning to go to the Georgia aquarium since they got them, but we've been so busy with cases since that I haven't had the chance."

"They have whale sharks at the Georgia aquarium?" You ask.

"Yeah," Spencer nods. "I like them the most because they're really fascinating, and gentle seeming giants. Them, tiger, and lemon sharks are my top three."

"Those are your top three, Y/N," Emily says. "You two are like the match made in the BAU office heaven."

"Well, I know who I am taking with me and where we're going the next time we get more than a day off," you respond. "I am taking Reid, and I will be nerding out about sharks the entire fucking time."

Spencer grins at you, and you let your grin widen.

Things in the office go back to normal after Prentiss invites Garcia for a night of wine, gossip, and telenovela rewatches. The rest of the day is largely quiet, you and Spencer sneaking each other glances throughout the day, spending your breaks talking to each other while sipping tea or coffee, like usual.

You leave work at the same time as Spencer--five o'clock on the dot, and it's a rarer day wherein Hotch and Gideon are leaving at the same as the two of you are. Hotch and you take the elevator where Gideon and Reid decide to do the nuts thing and take the stairs.

"You know that both you and Reid have two weeks of off time, yes?" He asks, breaking the silence. "All that you need to do is book it."

"If we book off time at the same time, the team might--" It's not that you would be against them knowing, it's just that they know so much of your life already, and if they were to find out that you and Reid were a couple, you'd both face relentless teasing.

"Most of the team already knows," Hotch says. "Or at least has their suspicions, and I don't think they care all that much. Book the time off, go to the aquarium, and forget about the team for two weeks. Gideon will advise you to do the same if you ask."

You grin softly. Hotch lets you witness a smile in return, and you bite back the remark about how rare it is out of courtesy.

"Did you know what his favorite sharks were?" Hotch asks. "I couldn't help but overhear, of course."

"We've been dating three and a half years, and I've loved sharks since before I even thought about becoming an FBI agent, and somehow, it just never occurred to me to ask," you respond. "So no. That came as a very delightful surprise."

The elevator dings signalling it's arrival on bottom floor, and the two of you step out.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," Hotch calls as you go your separate ways. You call your thanks, and meet Spencer at your car.

The drive home is full of animated talk about all sorts of things on Spencers end while you listen happily because so many of his rambles are interrupted with some version of "shut up" while the two of you are at work.

You arrive at your apartment, and while Spencer calls Antonios and places the order, you change out of your work clothes and into a pair of drawstring sleep shorts and one of Spencers few shirts that is not a button up.

The two of you are half living together--Spencers got a good chunk of his wardrobe at your place, a toothbrush and some of his favorite books there now, too. He's waiting until the lease on his apartment expires to move in with you fully because his lease expires the day before yours is due to renew, and you can co-sign the lease when that time comes.

When you step back out into your kitchen, Spencer tells you that food has been ordered and you make yourself tea while he changes into his usual outside of work attire--a pair of sweatpants and a neutrally toned shirt.

You've drank your tea entirely and have been talking to Spencer about nothing in particular by the time that food comes. He pours out the wine, sets up a documentary and the two of you eat while sitting on your couch.

At the end of the night, after an entire pizza has been eaten and you've drank your way through most of a bottle of wine, Spencer and you drunkenly waddle-walk to your bedroom, slipping under the sheets and curling up together in a way that is almost routine at this point.

"I love you," you find yourself whispering as your cheek rests against his outstretched arm. You're half asleep and it's barely ten o'clock. if the likes of Garcia or Morgan knew about this, you and Spencer would be akinned to the elderly. "I love you much, Dr. Spencer Walter Reid."

"I love you too," Spencer chuckles. "But you're so drunk right now, Y/N. You definitely had a bit too much."

"Mhm," you hum, nodding slightly. "I did. I'm gonna feel it in the morning, but it's fine."

You close your eyes, try to drift into a drunken sleep for a long while, to no avail. Spencer, still mostly sober and likely still at least a little jittery from all the sugar he takes in his coffee, can't sleep either. You can tell from the rapidness of his breathing, from the way that his thumb rubs idly against your cheek as he holds you close to him.

You're pretending to be asleep, though, making a good show of it while simultaneously trying to spite the chronic insomnia you've dealt with in bouts since you were eighteen. The logic is pure drunken thought--look at me, insomnia. My eyes are closed, my breathing is slow. Go fuck yourself and let me sleep for a few hours--and that is why you feel like it works. Every drunken idea feels like a genius one to the drunk having the thought.

"You're asleep," Spencer whispers, his voice even and gentle. "So I don't have to worry about you freaking out when I say this next bit."

You want to say something, want to react in some way, but how can you do that when you know that the moment you move, he'll stop in his tracks?

"I think you might just be the love of my life," Spencer whispers. "I know it's only been three and a half years at this point, but--every single time I look at you, I catch myself thinking "wow, I really just can't imagine my life without them in it" and it's klnd of--a little bit jarring, honestly? We're only twenty-five. We've got an entire lifetime ahead of us still."

The admission makes your heart clench, and in your drunken state, all you want to do is kiss him stupid, but again you refrain.

"I've also realized that the thought of my life absent of you is a thought I cannot stand," he continues. "You make my day just by existing within my periphery. Sometimes I look at you and it just hits me--the fact that I am occasionally a little overwhelmed with wondering what on earth I might've done to deserve someone as amazing as you are."

You, for a second, wonder how much wine he'd actually had--you had been so focused on your own drinking that you hadn't noticed.

"I'm only slightly tipsy right now, so the words are just kind of falling out of my mouth like word vomit," Spencer laughs softly. "But I do love you a lot more than I think either of us are currently capable of realizing. Someday, i'll be able to tell you all of that when both of us are awake."

He doesn't know about your insomnia very well--you haven't told him because usually, one of his hands in your hair will have you knocked out within thirty minutes. He does not, you decide, need to know about it now.

You feel his forehead against yours and hum in a manner that makes you sound half asleep, grin coming to your face.

"Spence," you mumble, praying that it sounds as half-awake as you want it to. "Missed you."

"You're laying right next to me," Spencer chuckles. "You've been sleeping. You can't miss a person while you're asleep."

"Dreamt about you," you tiredly retort. "And forehead kisses."

You feel his lips against your forehead a moment later. Once, twice, thrice, and a fourth forehead kiss has you grinning like an idiot.

"That good enough for you?"

"Never," you laugh tiredly. "Never ever enough kisses."

"You're still drunk," Spencer retorts. "And half asleep. You're saying that because of both of those factors."

"It'll still be true when I'm fully awake and sober tomorrow," you retort. "Kisses are like water to me. Never enough."

Spencer chuckles, and you feel his lips, featherlight, trailing down from your forehead to your temple and then to your cheekbone and then your cheek and your nose and your jawline, until finally his lips land against yours.

You melt into the kiss, drunk and tired and perfect. "I love you so, so much," you murmur as you pull away. "Never gonna stop loving you ever."

Spencer chuckles again. "I love you too."

His hand drifts to your hair and naturally, within ten minutes, you're half asleep and getting to a sleep state fast.

The last thing you hear before you drift off, likely with Spencer already thinking you're asleep, is the sound of his voice.

"I am going to marry you so hard someday," he whispers. "And I can't wait."

You fall asleep with a smile, those words being the last ones you heard before sleep overtakes you fully.

[rotisseries]

just remembered in march how I scrounged through the entire ellabs ao3 tag on some sort of feverish mission after binging playthroughs of both tlou games in the span of about 3 days. who else here remembers that

[daily-odile]

AUGH I’d love to see more time looping odile if possible,,,,, how do you think she’d like; “devolve” over each of the acts as compared to Siffrin over time :O

ok im gonna be honest i did like portrait edits months ago and just never finished them. so here you go

act 3:

act 5:

[muffinlance]

Do you get the impression the live action is treating us like utter morons?? Like I thought that making it aimed at an older audience would open the doors for more subtle story telling, but no, they're just using monologues to tell us eveything! Like in the second episode Katara's like 'oh his power isn't that he's the avatar, it's that he ~connects~ to people'. Girl we're not idiots we can see that!! And the first episode with Aang's goddawful 'I don't want this responsibility' monologue

THIS, YES. The word that keeps coming to mind is definitely "subtlety". The show for literal children? Had it. The remake for adults? Not so much.

[deoidesign]

Btw just want to be clear that Time and Time Again is set to, and will if I don't pause, conclude in May 2025!

Webtoon didn't want to renew or give me any extra episodes so I'm trying to work with what I have. I'm sorry it's ending sooner than I'd like, it's been difficult to come to terms with and challenging to condense my plans.

You deserve a solid conclusion, and I've spent months writing to try and reach that. If there's anything you'd really like to see before it ends, do let me know in case I can (and want to) fit it in.

I'd rather not work with them again, and I hope I won't have to! But coming off of years being overworked and underpaid does not make that easy, to say the least...

I'm doing my best, and I hope you like what I have coming up.

[pluvio-floret]

Ah, tragedy au (said like Dungeon Meshi. Winged Lion voice.)

Original post

[thedrotter]

not-yet-dead-person

silly comic of a conversation in-game i thought was too funny not to make something proper for instead of a doodle ww

(timelapse + wip images (thus silly process commentary in read more if you like artist commentary :3)

i think the sketch looks silly and goofy and funny so i find it important to share with you the mere presence of the faces i drew on it. i drew it on top of the boxes without staying inside its borders because i find my proportions can get wonky if i draw them cropped in a restricted space. and I feel trapped otherwise and i will draw BAD!!! give me spaceeeee to go wild!!!!

the head circles are there for emotional support

very low res speedpaint because truth is the canvas was much bigger than the space where my comic was placed. i didnt account when exporting my timelapse in 720px that that tiny space would look so pixelated ... but it's able to be percieved, so its okay.

(i will now comment on my process and it is not brief sorry)

usually i would try to clean up my sketches and figure out what goes on top before jumping into linework, but since there are multiple panels and drawings i chose to jump into inking right away for the sake of brevity. i just went in with a brush that uses pen pressure and drew what was needed. i added extra line thickness and contrast in areas around the face because it helps direct your eyes there more easily that way.

according to her equipment rei has a chain belt but i only remembered it existed once I was going to color, and i did not like that discovery... I chose to ignore it to maintain my peace. i already have the color palettes for these characters figured out, and i didnt really want to think about a new element at the moment www I tend to overthink those things a lot so i skipped it

the rest is rather straightforward! not that anything else wasn't, but in here i could turn my brain off and sing. linework and sketching require mumbling so i cannot turn my brain off. just block in the characters with a solid color so i can have a mask (something along those lines,) where the color can stay inside. then just color in !!!

Base colors just had slight cell shading on the skin, and for the hair i airbrush a bit of the skincolor in low opacity near the forehead... I'm not sure what it means, but i can look at the faces easier with it somehow. i like the gentle subtlety it adds even if you cant really tell. it makes things look nice.

background was just me blocking in the color of the wall and floor, shade the wall a bit, then slap a noise and free use wood texture on top. work smarter not harder ! yet it took a bit to make it look stylistically fitting with the characters, and even now i think bottom middle panel looks odd. whatever!!!

for the middle panel i thought itd be funny if the background was a solid silly and colorful one to contrast the next panel's sketchy black one. a contrast to how the word widow is seen. on that note my handwritting is not pointy. i gaslighted my hand into thinking that it was indeed pointy in that moment so i could write "not-yet dead person" in letters that didn't seem cute. my hand did not fall for it but it complied anyway

that's basically it! I'm not sure what else i could say that doesn't feel barebones because it really is that straightforward. if you're curious I used clip studio paint for this. only special brush used was for linework (a brush named Lemon Brush), the rest used were just the default. my computer gets the least credit. it was trying to convince me a 20mb file was going to nuke it all the time and hardly let me save multiple times so i do not appreciate it

[ratatatastic]

"Who's idea was it to put the cone on your head for the parade? Was that all you?" "Zach Eisenberg [Director, Executive Operations]—I think is his name—he takes care of us a lot at Amerant Bank Arena. I don't know his exact role with the team but he's just kind-of always around, and helps us out. He's friends with Brooks [Koepka.] I think he helps Brooks when he comes to the games. Anyways he found a pylon or I think I might have told him—I was pretty drunk at the time but I think I told him to go get a py—'if you could find a pylon, find one!' 'Cuz they sprung that speech on me, kind-of, last second, you know, five minutes before I was supposed to go up there. I'm like, 'What the fuck am I gonna say?' So I had him go grab the pylon and I grabbed it on the side of the stage right before I was gonna do my speech. And luckily all the clips are of that, you know, me telling him to go fuck himself... 'cuz the rest of my speech was terrible. There's really nothing to it! And I'm so happy that, you know, all the clips are only of that so!" "Yeah, we didn't know you said anything else! I thought that was the entire speech!" "That's all that matters!" "Exactly, exactly! I got away with it there!"

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

i love finding out they basically told ekky he was gonna have to do a whole speech 5 minutes before he was up while hes been drenched from rainwater and alcohol for like the past 6 hours absolutely pissed out of his mind like yeah no wonder his speech basically culminated to THANK YOU SOUTH FLORIDA AND ALSO GIVE IT UP FOR MY D PARTNER WOOOOO yeah that tracks

"But what golf tournament* were you at shortly after that? Somebody was dressed like a cone? Was that Lomberg who was dressed in like a costume? A cone costume?" "He came—Brooks came up to you—" "No, that was his buddy, that was his buddy. He was actually a Sunrise police officer. I actually saw him last night at the Zach Bryan concert! But yeah, no, that's one of his buddies. No, he was completely put to bed the day after. Right? Like he texted me—I personally didn't care, like, how many people at a hockey game are calling me a cone and telling Barkov he's got no hands like it's—you know, that's hockey. That's sports, right? So I didn't give a shit but—yeah, no, it was all in good fun. And then I got a way to get him back! It's perfect!" "But when you did see the first video of him in the box—and I remember watching that, I'm like, 'this motherfucker is rolling esctasy!' His eyes were fuckin' gigantic, he's like, 'Aaargghh.' Like, 'I can't take him, he's calling me a cone! I can't—' But that is kind-of odd that a professional athlete is gonna call you a cone and he's like a fan of yours...it's just—it was really bizarre!" "Goofy!" "Yeah..." "And his eyes were black which, you know..." "What does that mean?" "I just know what that means... and he was fucked up, you know..." "Yeah, yeah! He was definitely fucked up and he agreed that he was fucked up. And he apologised so I didn't care, obviously. And then when I was at that golf event I should've thrown a beer at his backswing or something—at the LIV event when he was actually competing? I should've fucked with him but I couldn't do it... I couldn't—I couldn't find the courage to throw something at him..." "So did he reach out to you like that night? And say, 'Hey, dude... I was just joking, you know...'" "'I took some pills and...'"

*2023 LIV Golf Team Championship (Miami) held from Oct. 20-22 in Doral

[and i suppose more context here lombo and koepka are friends and he even showed up to his cupday when he went golfing in parkland and not to mention that lombo facilitated koepka apologising to ekky so its why the whole cone costume came to be really]

theres a lot more context about this incident and the ensuing storm after it so for archival sakes here are articles about it (x)(x)(x)(x)(x) because its quite a saga but its water under the bridge and there's only so much tabloid-esque coverage thats been reignited after the ekky speech i can take about an athlete who's dumb enough to insult another guy while hes drunk off as his ass in a fucking public setting

but anyways i think its really funny that i said to myself wow thats an oddly petty thing to admit to you know the whole wanting to throw a beer at his backswing ekky... for such a good vibes sweet man who like the only thing youve particularly said about the cone novella is "we'll never be buddies" to which you quickly retracted and then went "holding ill will against somebody and pulling negativity in your body is never a good thing"

and then i remembered who he attended the liv event with and it all made sense

behind every aqua whos being a little mean there is a much worse much more evil looming presence who is encouraging them down this dark path (a gem but especially a june gem)

truly a tale as old as time

[fadeintoyou1993]

having to explain to people things like. if i have to go out to do something and run errands i need to have it all mapped out and planned w like. at least a week in advance. and if i go out that day i cannot do anything else because That will be it. if i have multiple commitments that cannot be put on the same day i need one full day in between those commitments so i can rest and be recharged for that next thing otherwise i might have a breakdown in the middle of the street (again) and then That will render me unable to function for like a whole three days. and then people look at me like i choose to live like this?

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[scientologyblows]

okay but lets be very serious here right now, when they release a statement what exactly is that gonna change? don admitted to him and lex having intercourse (which shows that he coerced her) and matt and ryans texts show that the situation was handled VERY poorly. an apology isnt enough for the trauma they both have caused

[milkyberryjsk]

i graduated ^__^

[cha1cedony]

Idk what it is that makes me fixate so hard on one specific thing for years at a time, but I need it to chill out 😭 DnDads has been my only long-term media interest for like 1 and 1/2 years now, and it’s BORING to only like one thing ever lol I’m BORED!!! I need other things to be interested in, but I struggle with getting into new stuff (other than video games) sooo bad :(

That said, if you have DnD podcast recs that have interesting characters……… GIMME 👀 Also where the early episodes aren’t a nightmare to listen to 🙏 I have never listened to any other DnD podcasts, and I think it’s mostly bc the earlier seasons are always poor audio quality or like 3 hours long 😭 I’m also good with any type of narrative podcast. I just want compelling characters and platonic/familial dynamics pls. Stuff I can write sad shit about!! But also not TOO sad the whole time… maybe a little bit silly idk

So far, ones I’ve written down to listen to are Cast Party and Friends at the Table? I don’t know anything about either of them, though so? Also I keep seeing my mutuals posting Oxventure and Woe.Begone (although the latter isn’t a DnD podcast.. I think?) sooooo let me know your thoughts. And recommendations! Send me your propaganda! Tell me about your blorbos