#that paper thing XDDD

[rapidhighway]

howd u do that lil graph paper effect in ur recent knuckles and sonic art

i just drew it on paper first! excuse the grammar xrffgfsf

these stick notes weren't there intentionally i just messed up a lot of times xddd i just took a photo of this and everything else was a one big experiment, i just knew i wanted to mix the look of a traditional sketch with digital art so i fought to achieve that. I played with lots of settings, used color range in photoshop to extract the lineart so i could draw under it, many many things. It was al very spontaneous, the file is a mess frgfdbf i had to redraw knuckles entirely his leg is broken :'(((

[ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights]

I didn't say this in my first ask- but I like to think they both have their own "side" to their room. It's not exactly obvious or anything, but if you know their habits it is.

Suns side has a bunch of kids crafts and papers and things you'd probably see down in the daycare, but they're either slightly disfigured or just dirty and so they now sit up with him instead.

Moons side has all his collections from people over the years (some more sentimental than others. You can usually tell how much he cares about it based on where he puts it. Easy to take? Doesn't care much. Hard to reach? He cares about that one.) he also has random drawings from when the virus began and scribbles of various stuff that he's torn up . He doesn't throw anything away.

Also a few torn up plushies. They're similar to suns, as in they were up there because they weren't fit for the kids, but they're not in good shape anymore. Things ended up messy when the virus first started messing with him and they were usually his first victim.

He doesn't like looking at them.

(lmao sorry I am a chronic paragraph writer. Enjoy!)

Oh do not apologise! I'm loving ever word of this!!!!!

I think the reason it's not obvious in the games cuz the virus has messed everything up!

But yes!!! I totally think the boys would have separate sides of the room, just like how siblings who have to share a room would. I wholeheartedly believe in their sibling dynamics XDDD

OOH OH SUN KEEPS ALL THE TINY PENCILS XDDD you know the ones that are just the eraser and then the point XDD so tiny you can't use them XD OH and i bet he keeps the empty glitter glue tubes cuz he just thinks they're neat. He also has a collection of his favourite pictures, which by Fazbear policy should have been shredded but know one has to know. They were gifts after all ó-ò

As for moons collection I can see that getting a little angsty... like this was the favourite doll of his favourite kid that no longer comes...

Now I believe moon didn't kill most of the lost kids... I think he played more of a pied piper role at least to begin with... but I could see him keeping the victims stuff itsalsonothisfaultthevirusmadehimdoitandthisisahilliwilldieon! He still feels guilty tho T_T

There are also some suspiciously torn up staff uniforms and hats that are stashed away for no one to see, that was their fault for attacking him. He's only a little guilty about that.

[ladytauria]

19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?” JayDami?

it took me over a month but i finally got to this prompt xDDD

i've known what i wanted to do for a while, but it just. wasn't happening. and then!! today!! it finally clicked!

this is my first time writing jaydami <3 i hope you like it, abyss!

this one got smutty <3 featuring top!dami, bottom!jason; bottoming from the top; riding; blow jobs; & a tiny amount of breeding kink that i don't?? think??? actually counts???? it's more 'trying for a baby.'

also! this ended up being 3k AND i got two more fic ideas while writing it, bc truly, the well of wips never runs dry

> AO3 <

Damian twirls the fine tipped brush through the black paint, then allows it to drip before turning to his canvas. He gives himself a moment to pause, to stare.

Jason is beautiful. He lays on their bed, completely nude. It is not the first time Damian has seen him such. They have lain together many times, both before and after their marriage. Jason has also allowed Damian the privilege of drawing him, painting him, more than once.

But it is different, tonight.

Tonight, Jason’s very skin will be his canvas, and not simply for their pleasure, but for their future.

“Are you ready, beloved?” he asks quietly.

Jason looks at him with soft eyes, brushing his hand over Damian’s knee. “I’m ready.”

Damian nods, once, and then begins to paint.

He has practiced these markings many times over the last month. Both on paper, and on the practice CPR dummies they keep in the cave. His hand moves through them now almost on instinct. The ink is stark against the pale skin of Jason’s abdomen; his usual dark fuzz shaved away to make way for the paint. Damian misses it, a little—Jason is hairier than he is, and Damian finds carding his fingers over his stomach pleasant.

There is still his chest, though.

For his part, Jason keeps very still, taking slow, shallow breaths; moving his stomach very little, if at all, eyes half-closed.

The air is warm—warmer than they usually keep it, so that Jason is not uncomfortable while they do this.

He is halfway through when Jason says, “Mm… Tingles.” He breathes the words; low enough that even in a quiet room with Damian’s attention almost entirely tuned to him, he almost doesn’t hear.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No. S’kinda nice, actually.”

“Tell me if that changes.”

Jason’s mouth twitches. “Still can’t believe you’re such a worrywart, baby bat.”

Damian sniffs. “It’s a reasonable concern.” He resists the urge to jab Jason’s side. He’d rather not have to begin again.

The ritual they are using is old. It has been practiced within the League for generations—and Damian has questioned their scholars upon it extensively. There are risks, as in all things, but they are minimal. Damian has every confidence that they will be fine—neither of them would not dare attempt it otherwise.

However, now, in the final hours—Damian cannot help but worry more.

Jason’s teasing is strangely soothing, though. As is the way he looks; the lack of tension in his body. Damian knows he is as anticipatory of what’s to come as he is, but in this moment, in the now… He is calm. Relaxed. Perhaps it is a facade. Regardless, it is reassuring.

“We’re going to be fine, baby bat.” Jason peers at him through his lashes. The green of his eyes is strong tonight. It makes Damian’s stomach flip. He can’t help himself—he pauses in his work to bend forward, slotting his mouth over Jason.

It is the chastest, tenderest kiss they have ever exchanged. Damian’s body buzzes with it.

When he pulls away, breath still ghosting over Jason’s plush mouth, Jason’s mouth twitches up, a soft smile creating wrinkles around his eyes. “Keep going,” he murmurs. “We’re almost there, baby.”

Damian swallows. He nods, pulling back. He wets the brush again, and resumes the painstaking process, until he has completed the piece. It is—beautiful. It sits just above Jason’s pelvis, right over where his womb would be, if he possessed one. The markings swirl and bleed together, forming a shape not unlike a heart. The stylistic one, anyway—not the anatomically correct one.

“It suits you,” he says, after a moment; swallowing hard.

This time, Jason grins; the dim light catching on his teeth. It makes them look a little sharper—and that makes Damian shiver; toes curling.

“How long until it dries, again?” Jason asks.

“Five minutes,” Damian says. He sets the timer. The first half is likely dry already.

“Mm,” Jason hums. “Good. Plenty of time to get you ready for my turn.”

Damian’s ears turn red. He has been doing his best not to think about his turn—the very idea flusters him. He remembers when he first proposed the ritual, showing it to Jason. Luckily for him, Jason had been too incredulous to notice Damian’s flustered state.

“The paint’s supposed to go where?” he’d demanded.

“I know you can read, beloved,” Damian had drawled back, ignoring the way his skin felt tight and prickly, cock twitching in his pants. 

Jason had made a face at him, and then they had moved on to discuss things further.

“C’mon, Dames,” Jason says. “Pants off. I’m tired of being the only one naked here.”

The color spreads across his cheeks. “Ah, but it’s a look you pull off so well, beloved.” Still, he obediently hooks his thumbs into his lounge pants, shucking them—and his underwear—off. He also takes a moment to set the timer they had prepared.

“Mm… you don’t look so bad yourself.” Jason’s mouth twitches. “I hear they’re trying to get you to do a swimsuit edition again.”

Damian huffs. “Ridiculous. Just because Father—” He cuts himself off. There are some times, and places, where his parents should not be mentioned. The bedroom he shares with his husband, while he was naked, is one of those.

Jason grins unrepentantly, and closes his hand around Damian’s cock.

Damian’s hips jerk forward. Jason’s hand is warm. Unnaturally so, much like the rest of him—a leftover from his brief dip in the Lazarus Pit. Of course, with as much heat as he gives off, he retains little. Damian spends a lot of time curled up under the blankets with him during the winter, which suits him just fine. He’s not fond of the cold either, and he’ll take any excuse to soak up Jason’s warmth.

Especially if Jason is reading. He is voracious in his appetite for literature; the ceiling-high shelves in their personal library can attest to that. It is a habit of his that Damian loves—even down to his penchant for annotating. Though he turned his nose up at it at first, being able to view his beloved’s analysis and commentary when he goes to read something himself… Damian enjoys it. Sometimes more than the book itself.

He also loves when Jason reads aloud.  The cadence of his voice, the passion he has for the words… It’s soothing.

Now, though, there is nothing soothing about Jason’s touch at all. Instead, it is stimulating, heating; stroking Damian’s half-hard cock with an expert’s touch. It is no time at all before Damian is at full hardness; curving up toward his belly, cock flushed and beginning to glisten with pearly beads of precome.

His hips chase the feeling of Jason’s hand, lips parting around soft breaths; growing quicker and deeper the more Jason touches him, his hand moving faster, tightening and loosening his grip in quick pulses.

The timer rings.

Jason’s hand stops.

Damian can’t help the low, pained noise he makes. Jason, cruel, terrible creature that he is, laughs, low in his throat.

He climbs to his knees, tangling his dry hand in Damian’s short hair, and tugging him into a kiss. This one is the furthest thing from chaste. It ignites a fire in Damian’s loins. Or, perhaps, it is more accurate to say that it stokes that fire higher, hotter, making him burn with want. With need.

His want, his need will go unfulfilled for some time yet, though.

There is still Damian’s mark to prepare.

Jason is still grinning when he pulls back, though his breaths are coming out just as harsh as Damian’s. “Am I going to need to tie you down, darlin’?”

Damian whimpers. It takes only a brief moment of imagining the ropes locked around his wrists before he is gasping— “Yes. Please.”

He does not know if he will be able to keep still, to keep from grabbing Jason otherwise. Even knowing what’s at stake. There are some things that even Damian’s iron self-control is not up for, and unfortunately, resisting his beloved is perhaps highest on that list.

Jason smirks at him. “I thought so.”

He retrieves the rope not from its usual place, tucked away in a box in the closet, but instead in the drawer, where they also keep the more frequently used supplies. Damian allows Jason to arrange him on the bed, lying much as he had once been. His warmth still lingers there.

His beloved makes quick work of the ropes; tying intricate knots against Damian’s forearms with practiced fingers. He hears Jason hum to himself, before securing his hips as well. It would be little for Damian to slip his bonds—but they are not meant to truly hold him. Only to remind him to be still; and to give him that lovely feeling of pressure.

With Damian so secured, it is Jason’s turn to pick up the paintbrush.

“Be good,” he says.

“You do not have to remind me, beloved,” Damian says quietly.

Some of Jason’s mirth fades—or, no. It doesn’t fade so much as soften. “I know,” he says, brushing his hand over Damian’s thigh.

Both of them know exactly what they're hoping for—what they have their hearts set on. Even if they fail this time, they will try again, and again, and again—until they get it right.

Jason draws the brush through the ink. He takes careful hold of Damian’s cock, and begins to paint.

Like Damian, he has practiced the markings many times over the last few weeks, both on paper and on various phalluses. Although he had never quite been able to resist starting off with a joke, or two.

He does not do so now.

Instead, he goes right into the movements. The featherlight touch of the brush is—tolerable. At first. Surprising, but tolerable. However, the more it went on… the less tolerable it became. He ends up grabbing onto the ropes, clenching them tightly to keep from jerking. His toes curl; his legs quiver. His belly goes taut, the muscles of his abdomen on display for Jason to see.

And he breathes. In through the nose, out through the mouth, as slow and measured as he can.

And then—

The tingling starts.

It’s mild. Gentle. If it had been on his stomach, as it was Jason’s, he thinks he could have handled it. But the tingling—and the movements of the brush—

He moans, deep in his chest. “Beloved,” he begs.

“Almost, Dames,” Jason soothes. “Almost.”

Damian squeezes his eyes shut. It is almost a mistake; without the input of his eyes, it is all too easy to focus on sensation instead. But he forces himself to focus instead on the slide of silk beneath his skin, the chafe of rope around his wrists and waist, the warmth of Jason’s body between his thighs. He listens to the hum of the heater, the sound of the wind outside, the quiet crackle of electricity powering their home.

Time passes. It seems like both none at all, and like an eternity. But, finally, he hears the brush click against the wooden tray. “I’m done,” Jason says, quietly.

Damian opens his eyes again; blinking in the dim light. Jason moves the tray of ink to the nightstand, and takes restraints off of Damian’s hips. He slowly, gently, unties his arms as well.

Damian nearly stops him—nearly tells him to leave them in place. He loves when Jason rides him, loves it even more when he is bound. However… Though he loves that, the urge to hold Jason in his arms tonight is strong.

And so, though he mourns the squeeze against his skin, he puts up no resistance as Jason removes them.

By the time he is done, the timer rings again. The ink has dried and set on his skin too.

Damian takes a cloth and wipes away the paint on Jason’s skin. It has already begun to flake, and it comes off easily at the first kiss of water. Left behind are deep brown markings, sitting on Jason’s skin like a tattoo. Like the Robin Damian drew for him, now permanently etched over his breast. They will fade within a month. Damian will spend all of that time following the path with his tongue; worshiping the marking—or. No. Worshiping the body, the flesh of his beloved.

His fingers linger on the damp skin for a moment, and then, he allows Jason to do the same to him—to carefully caress his cock with the cloth, warmed in his hand. His beloved can be so considerate, when he wants to be. The paint on him, too, flakes away easily; the markings still visible on his flesh.

The first part is done.

Jason tosses the cloth aside, usual penchant for neatness gone as he pushes Damian back against the pillows; straddling his hips. His own cock stands at attention, flushed and weeping, looking desperate for some kind of attention. Jason ignores it in favor of crashing their mouths together. Their teeth clack together, and then Jason’s tongue is in his mouth, licking into him like he’s never tasted him before, like he has not already explored all of what Damian’s body has to offer.

Damian is helpless to do anything but moan against it, clinging tight to Jason’s shoulders. He rocks his hips up, groaning when his cock brushes Jason’s.

Jason pulls back, then. “Ready for the fun part?” he asks, breathlessly.

“Beyond ready,” Damian says, just as breathless.

Jason guides one of Damian’s hands between his thighs. Damian’s eyes widen in surprise when his fingers brush against something cool and hard.

“You—”

“I thought I’d prep in advance,” Jason says, lips twitching.

“Clever man,” Damian breathes, and tugs Jason down for another kiss, licking into his mouth, chasing the unique flavor only Jason provides. The praise makes Jason shiver. His mouth slackens, allowing Damian’s tongue to intrude as deeply as he desires.

Damian takes hold of the plug in Jason’s ass and pumps it—once, twice, relishing in the gasp Jason lets out, the way he grinds down on Damian’s cock, making stars burst behind his eyelids.

“Fuck—” Jason pants, when they are forced to separate. “I— Damian, now.”

He could not agree more.

He eases the plug from Jason’s rim, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands find Jason’s hips; the rounded curves of them fitting perfectly in his palms. Jason fists his cock again, angling his hips over Damian’s pelvis.

His cockhead brushes Jason’s entrance.

Damian’s teeth dig into his lip. His hands flex on Jason’s hips.

Jason eases down—Damian can feel the tight ring of muscle flutter around the head, stretching to accommodate him. He breathes, short and shallow, his belly twitching as he resists the urge to snap his hips up, to bury himself in the furnace of Jason’s body.

Jason’s thighs twitch.

That is all the warning Damian gets before he slams down, taking Damian to the root in a single thrust.

They shout in unison; Damian’s throaty groan mingling with Jason’s high keen. Jason’s walls flutter around him, tight and wet and searingly hot. It’s almost too much.

They stay like that for a moment, both of them adjusting to the feeling—and then Jason begins to move. He sets a hard, steady pace; rising halfway off of Damian’s cock before slamming back down again. Damian’s head swims. It’s hard to focus on anything except the way pleasure licks through his veins, lighting up his nerves like a fireworks display.

Damian rolls his hips, meeting Jason’s next thrust. The high, broken noise Jason makes is music to his ears.

“F-fuck— That’s it, baby—”

The look on Jason’s face is nothing short of divine—eyes half-lidded with pleasure, kiss-swollen lips parted enticingly. His skin shimmers with sweat; his curls a halo around his head. A pink flush decorates his face; spreading down to his chest, dark, flushed nipples tight and hard.

He’s a vision, a wonder—and he’s all Damian’s, bound to him for life by the golden bands around their fingers.

It does not take long for Damian to approach his peak. The tingling in his cock is back again—stronger than before. It’s almost painful, pricking like blood rushing back into a previously-numb limb. He hears Jason’s sharp gasp—knows his own mark is echoing the feeling. 

“Beloved—” he warns, voice sticking in his throat.

“Give it to me,” Jason demands, breathless. He grips Damian’s wrists. “C’mon— Breed me—” He slams his hips down and clenches, tight, around Damian’s cock, and he—

The entire world seems to still, and then—he breaks, whole body shuddering, hips jerking forward as he comes.

Jason rides him through it; hips moving in quick, shallow jerks, barely rising an inch off of Damian’s cock before swallowing him back in again, walls fluttering around him, milking his cock for every last drop of semen, stilling only when Damian’s cock stills.

For a moment, both of them are still; only their chests moving as they pant from exertion. Then—Jason rises, Damian’s cock slipping from him.

“The plug—” he demands.

Damian fumbles for it, rising; Jason bends forward, bracing on his elbows so Damian can push it in again. Jason’s body swallows it greedily, hungrily. Saliva pools in Damian’s mouth. His cock twinges, unable to muster even a twitch despite the desire in his veins. He touches Jason’s hip, lightly.

“On your back, beloved. I wish to take care of you.” 

Jason’s breath hitches. He does as Damian has asked. Damian kisses him briefly—sweetly. He does not linger long, though, despite the temptation of Jason’s mouth. Instead, he trails kisses down his jaw, his neck. He lingers on Jason’s chest; unable to resist flicking his tongue over his nipples, or biting into the supple flesh.

Jason writhes. The sweetest sounds fall from his mouth, ruining the way he tries to growl, “Damian.”

Damian laughs—but obediently continues his way down, lapping at the pre smeared on Jason’s skin. Jason pushes at one of his shoulders, not hard, not forcing, but demanding nonetheless. Damian laps at him one more time, and then finally—

He wraps his lips around Jason’s cock.

Jason groans, throwing his head back, baring the column of his throat. It is littered with bruises, perfectly shaped to Damian’s mouth, still lurid purple from this morning.

Damian suckles at the head, teasing the bundle of nerves at the base. Jason’s thigh muscles bunch, one of his legs drawing up. Fingers dig into his shoulder, tight enough to leave bruises.

He bobs his head, taking him deeper, delighting in every gasp, whimper, and whine from Jason’s throat. Delighting most in the pained keens of his name, the way he pleads.

If he were kinder, he would take mercy.

He is not.

Instead he takes Jason inch by torturous inch, bobbing up and down, teasing him with his tongue. His hands hold tight to his hips, stopping every aborted twitch and thrust of Jason’s hips. Jason’s desperation grows, his voice starting to crack.

Then, finally, Damian slackens his throat and takes him all.

Jason shouts, nearly raising up off the bed; his knees tucking. His cock twitches, balls starting to tighten.

Damian braces his hand on one of Jason’s thighs, lifting his leg. Then he grips the plug, breathes in through his nose, and sets a punishing pace.

Jason does not last long.

He gets a garbled, babbled warning and then Jason spills into his mouth. Damian swallows it all, slowing his thrusts with the plug but still determinedly fucking him through the orgasm, milking him for all that he is worth.

He doesn’t stop until Jason’s whimpers take on a pained edge. Then, he lets go of the plug and eases Jason’s cock from his mouth. He slides up; pausing only to press a soft, open mouthed kiss over the ritual markings. Then he lies beside him, pulling Jason in against his chest.

Jason buries his face in Damian’s neck; his nose tucked safely in the hollow of his throat. Damian dips his chin, burying his nose in Jason’s hair, breathing in the smell of sweat and soap and sex and Jason. His hand follows the curve of Jason’s spine.

He can feel Jason’s belly against his. Imagines how it will look, soon; round and swollen with child. With their child.

Damian cannot wait.

[jossujb]

Man, is the Finnish vs Sweden post!Eurovision drama getting heated xD

The funny thing is, that Swedish media getting stupid levels of petty, calling Finland “former East Sweden” and being angry that Finns just didn’t televote Loreen.

Like, sure, Finnish papers have been little bit extra lately, but Finnish media is taking all of this rather tongue in cheek in my opinion. Everybody loves an underdog, and even if there is legit criticism of the jury, I haven’t really seen anyone on this side of the pond be serious about Loreen not being fair winner as the current rules say. Meanwhile Swedes are demanding recounting Finnish televotes to prove they’re tampered with, like come on guys xDD That’s just how it feels for Finno-Ugrics every year when our closest allies backstab xDDD

I dunno, it’s just getting really funny. Maybe you can say Finns are tad sore losers sure, but I’ve never seen such a ass sore winners xDDD

It’s just a game, bro. Everyone is gonna televote Sweden next year don’t worry, everyone just really really fell in love with Jere from Vantaa this year. If you had a better sense of humor, you should ask Käärijä to perform with Loreen as a surprise next year and make it all silly ad in on the joke and not be so damn sourpussy xDDD

[dibbzzepozzum009]

About me:

Hellow! Im DiBBzZePozzum009 and also an artist who luvs to draw Sonic, Spooky month, and other random things! I also do art commissions and rn their open!

My pronouns are she/her

So just ask away what you want me to draw…I can draw anything Sonic and Spooky month related, just nothing inappropriate and no like HEAVY GORE LIKE ON THE FLOOR FOR EXAMPLE❌❌!!!! (But a Little Bit of gore is ok, I’ll be willing to draw a small paper cut XDDD)! Here’s some examples of my art!:

(Fun fact: the reason why I have “pozzum” as in my name is because my hands are pink lol)

Ok bye.

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

For further explanation on vsco girls/boys, they started appearing back in 2019 and their name is based off the photo editing app BUT somewhere along the line it turned from "girls/boys with basic aesthetics" to "annoying girls/boys with basic aesthetics, hyperobsession over turtles and plastic straws and will not stop spamming/saying "sksksksksks" during random points in their sentences." It was a pretty popular topic point on Tiktok and YT while it lasted, they disappeared sometime during the late 2020s though

Wait--

WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THIS WHERE THE SKSKSKSKS THING CAME FROM OMFG EVERY OTHER BRAZILIAN USES IT AS A TYPED SNORTING LAUGH THING

The obsession with turtles and plastic straws here was already a thing for a looooooong time so I wouldn't have noticed that, makes sense. Brazil has a huge coast and several sea turtles nest around here and there was a huge thing for protecting them until it was defunded years ago and collapsed. Now every beach town has to act on their own to do something about protecting their turtles.

MY MOTHER BOUGHT METAL STRAWS LMFAOOOOOO we barely use them, I don't see the point-- maybe for people who would ACTUALLY NEED straws for whatever reason. Anyway plastic straws are banned from restaurants and stuff, they use paper straws now. Because there were tons of videos showing dead turtles with plastic straws or plastic bags. They never got rid of the goddamned plastic bags tho.

Holy shit the kind of stuff I get to learn only because I enjoy Paw Patrol LMFAO I LOVE IT XDDD Thanks for all the info!!!

That being said... ZUMA AND ROCKY WOULD BE LIKE THAT except they're too cute to be annoying XD They'd actually make it cool and people would go onboard with it!

[sakiyaki-sashimi]

CALLING ALL BUDDIES (here I’ll tag a couple @touratoura @starfilledsky2810 @citrushomie @key-lime-lies @crimsonattourney @spacingoutwards)

TOP TEN POKEMON STAT!!! (If u don’t know/like that many u can do top 5!!)

THEY CAN BE FOR WHATEVER REASON U WANT!!!! Design, competitive stats, ANYTHING!!! I’ll go first :D

In no particular order, my favs arreeeee

#1 Darumaka!!

Look at him!!! No thoughts behind those eyes 😭 (this love stemmed purely from those darumaka lunch boxes in the gen 5 pokemon movie kyurem and the swords of justice)

#2 Magikarp

Come on hes literally on my tumblr banner XD he’s got his own little mini game and I just adore him 😭❤️

#3 Snorlax

This stupid mf is just fat and hungry and tired abt that’s his super power 😭🫶 ADORE him

#4 Totodile

I think you can KIIIIINDA sense a pattern with my dumb fuck love… what can I say HE’s CUTE!!!

#5 Oshawott

Can you tell I have a penchant for water starters?? LOOK AT HIS STUPID FACE HES SO CUTEEEEEEEE AND SQUEEZABLE 😭

#6 Wooper

Goddamn it PUT ME ON THE CROSS ANS STARE AT HIM!!!!!!! LOOOK!!!!!!!!! ITS HIM!!!!!!!!

#7 Plusle/Minun/Emolga/Pachirisu

Including all 4 here as my adored pika-clones ❤️❤️❤️❤️ they all slay!!! Like emolga is just so cute and sassy and the plus-minus duo is just so simple but smart for an electric type??? And when pachirisu did that ice ball explosion thing in that coordinator battle I LOVED IT!!! Luv em!!

#8 The whole Sewaddle line

Certified good boy!!! First one wants to sleep and be cute, then swadloon wants to sleep and be alone, then levanny just wants to do her thing!!!! What more could anybody want :333 (Also, on a less important level is the Scatterbug line :33)

#9 Furfrou

ICON?????? HUH??? EVERY HAIRSTYLE HITS IDK WHAT TO TELL YA (sponsored by that one pokemon hairdresser episode I was obsessed with for a time) (only episode I liked more than that was the meowstic brothers ep)

#10 Sandygast

Okay so I don’t really like him specifically I just started drawing him on my classroom whiteboards and now he’s apart of me idk look at him 🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️

Honorable mentions go to!

Arceus/Deoxys/Jirachi/Celebi/really most legendaries and mythicals for how their movies made me feel (DESTINY DEOXYS/JIRACHI THE WISHMAKER/EVERY SINNOH MOVIE EVER YOU HAVE MY HEART)

Absol and Audino for being some of the first pokemon I ever loved!! (The gen 5 monkeys cuz they also made me rly like pokemon for some reason XDDD)

Eevee/the eeveelutions for bringing me lots of nightcore amv comic dub love!!! (Used to cut out photos of them and make drawn paper houses for all of them to live together and I still have these Lego forms of all of them)

Every pokemon with alternate forms gender or otherwise (like burmy or shellos or cherrim or pyroar) because those were bomb entries to read in those pokemon collecters books

Beheeyem, regigigus, and reuniclus for how you make me feel in the anime (they were just animated so cool idk)

Really any gen5/6 pokemon cuz that’s what I wa raised on XD

Pikachus alt outfits for how they make me feel

Snom/Pyukumuku not really sure what they brought to the table but I feel it nontheless

And finally castform because HAIL YEAH!!!!

So yeah guys tell me ur favs!!!!

[amazing-spiderling]

For the asks: ❤️💚 and 🖤?

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Apparently you have to like... write words in order to have written something. That just seems far-fetched to me. ((Sorry XDDD I already answered this one and I'm fresh out of hot takes. IDK what theories people even have.))

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

If you don't like MCU Spider-Man because he's too "uwu baby innocent" then... you're doing it wrong. Yeah, I admit fandom has babyized him, but one of the defining characteristics of Spider-Man, along with power and responsibility and all that is his *anger*. He's either constantly channeling it into something positive, suppressing it, or letting it get out in ways that inevitably destroy his life.

We don't see MCU Peter in that position for most of the movies, that's true- but if you view the trilogy as a long form origin story (as I think it's meant to be), then I think it's reasonable that he doesn't reach his breaking point until May dies in NWH. We see that he's not perfect, not wholly innocent, he's just never been tested in this way- and if he wasn't stopped by a version of himself who had made the mistake of letting his anger take over- he would have done exactly that.

No, MCU Peter didn't kill Norman Osborn. But he wanted to. He *tried* to. He was stopped from doing so, but he still has to live with the reality that it was something he absolutely would have done, and figure out how to make sure he doesn't ever sink to that level, especially when there's another way out.

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Alright, here's the thing- there is this guy, and like, I get it. On paper, he seems great. Hometown hero, wants to make the city a safer and better place for people to live. Came from nothing but he worked tirelessly to get where he is, despite a difficult childhood and a lifetime of keeping secrets from others that made it difficult for him to get truly close to anyone- (except maybe that one guy he works with). And everybody - they eat this up! They love it! They think, oh he looks so sad, we should give him a chance, listen to him, he just wants to help. But here's the thing, he's lying to everyone! He is NOT a good guy! He might wear fancy suits and have a fancy vocabulary but he is no stranger to violence and he's not above using it to accomplish his goals! And people overlook this because he's wellspoken and charismatic but you should NOT LET YOURSELVES BE FOOLED. DO NOT VOTE FOR FISK IN THE UPCOMING MAYORAL ELECTION! THE FATE OF THE CITY DEPENDS ON IT!!!

[jeanjauthor]

did you write this?"My deity has been spending much more time with me... He has given me food, water, shelter, things to chase and things to bite, a paradise to explore and be safe within... I sense my time is drawing near, and I am comforted by the presence of my deity. They sense my end is drawing near, and they show me how they, too, bite into their prey. Together, we share a holy meal of understanding, between my small self, and their colossal, incomprehensible, mostly unknowable existence."

I saw you commented it on a post and it's gorgoeus

I did, yes!

(You wouldn't think a Ph.D. in Religions would amount to anything--it's literally only worth the 2 cents of the fancy paper it was printed on, employment-wise--but yaaaay! It turns out I did please at least one person with it! XDDD)

I was inspired by a Tumblr post that made the rounds many years ago that came to mind when I saw the praying mantis meal video. The post was wondering if, to our pet dogs, we are elves and they are humans, since elves live many times longer and have mystical abilities and great wisdom that they share as best they can with their shorter-lived, less-comprehending human friends.

This old post described the human-pet relationship so remarkably well, and it just stuck with me for all these years. To them, we are the Greater & More Powerful Being in their lives. Sharing that life as companion and friend, or even as an incomprehensible but benevolent provider...so with that in my mind, that paragraph just flowed from my fingers onto the keyboard.

I'm very happy you loved it!

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Hi!! Happy early STS from @magic-is-something-we-create - I've finally remembered to send out asks!!

Anyway - this week, I'm wondering what part of the writing process is your favorite? Are you particularly fond of drafting? Revisions? Editing? Sharing? And what are some things about the other stages that, no matter how difficult they may be, are satisfying nonetheless?

Bonus question: Are there any special strategies you use to help make the process less difficult? Do you do writing sprints, use a score card to pick up crutch words, etc?

I hope you have a lovely day!!

Happy STS!

I love the first drafts honestly. I'm just putting words down carefree without worrying about making it good (ok maybe I am worrying about it a little bit but there's no obligation or expectation to make it good like in the editing stages).

It's like painting for me (which i also do in my free time). I'm just putting colors down on paper and letting the colors swirl together to make something pretty. I can worry about structure, continuity, and themes later right now I'm just a little kid going to town with the finger paints and a huge piece of paper. XDDD

As for strategies to make less enjoyable parts of the writing process bearable: Music is a big one, especially perfectly tailored playlists I've made for specific characters, relationships, moods, or projects. Music puts me in a good mood and gets the gears in my brain turning. Having water (and hot chocolate or a fun drink) and my favorite snacks on hand is also incredibly helpful bc I'm a mouth fidgeter and it gives my mouth something to do- also you can't write if you're thirsty or hungry. And doing other creative mediums to relax and recharge (hence why I read books and do so much other creative stuff like painting).

Thanks @magic-is-something-we-create !

[knowlessman]

k so iirc jeff the killer wrote the little red book of commulism and that's where we're at in the story. I think. bnha s5e15-e19. also hawks has maybe murdered a guy cuz he's a quintuple agent or whateverthefuck. (I know stain is dead… uh, I think… but like still, we haven't heard about him in ages, huh. never did really grasp what his whole deal was, anyway.)

hawks can use his feathers as listening devices? sheesh, some of these guys get so many weird subpowers.

…yeah, endeavor would be able to keep up with deku's complicated power-analysis stuff with the percentages and whatnot in conversation. he's a minmaxer, just ask his kids. guy plays RL like it's Dorf Fortress.

Selkie… maybe B-tier? A-tier? I don't really remember who all was where when I did that list thing, but anyway he's pretty cool. -- "they boarded us? where? how?" "because I'm a seal!" 'XD

ah, uraraka got a grapple shot thing. characters keep, like, noticing when they missed something in this and getting themselves some gadget or technique to cover it so they don't miss the same trick twice. it's neat. it's a whole fricking roster of learning robots.

"they were heading to Otheon" othewhat. …okay, phew, I was kinda hoping it wasn't real 'XD

…a family dinner at the todoroki's. -- calling it, everything's gonna go more or less, idk, stable until bakugo opens his mouth. or that other brother that's there, forget his name, I guess he could start something.

endeavor having his "how do I fix this?" soliloquy again, as if he has any valid moves beyond just disengaging from his family and trying not to fuck things up like that again in the future. kinda wonder if he ever figures that out, or if the writer decides that somehow he does get redemption. any price endeavor could pay would feel far too low. -- like, I don't get "this character makes no sense" vibes from endeavor like I do with bakugo; endeavor and his family feel intelligently-written to me. …remembering that bakugo is in this show, though, makes me worry that endeavor's and/or shoto's storyline could end up going somewhere that, like, won't sit right.

"I'm sure one day… our whole family… together…" the sister is out of her damn mind, but it's not like [people in abusive families being optimistic like that] is unrealistic either -- Natsu. Fuyumi, I think, is the sister? they'll show her name again, I'm sure

deku is dang near whispering to todoroki here about "are you getting ready to forgive him?" and everybody in the entire house can hear him. fucking rice paper walls (probably not actually but they apparently are very thin walls), gawd that's terrifying

okay so they do think toya's dead (toya? touya?), wasn't positive.

who is this The Vulture-lookin-ass mfer in the intro with the green tie and the wineglass, do we know him already?

I keep forgetting this intro is called Merry-Go-Round. only anime intros.

"endeavor! my first impression [of you] was fierce red flames!" no shit sherlock, is that your quirk, that you can see?

'XDDD who the hell is this guy driving endeavor's car, where have you been hiding him? guy's hilarious. kurumada, huh?

Killua! that's who kid touya looks like! thought the picture reminded me of someone

(re the todoroki family moving out) "but what will you do, dad?" "I'll remain here" my Disney-rotted brain: "all alone, in that big house. with only his MONEY to comfort him. only his millions and millions of dollars"

prolly should cut it there but ehhhhhhh, one more

ohhh, slendervest. kurogiri. forgot they captured him. -- (whole… backstory w eraserhead and present mic and what all) …well, wow.

also dr robotnik ig

[otaku-tactician]

Character bingo! Kyoko from Madoka Magica?

Hi!! Thank you for the ask. I appreciate it a lot :3 Sorry for the delay.

YESS MADOKA MAGICA!!! It's been a long time since I talked about Madoka so I added some images for fun to the bingo!

I was a young teen when I first saw her character, so I saw her as very mean and ruthless when she first clashed with Sayaka (I was like 'wtf let Sayaka get the witches egg damn u') but over time I started to realise that she only did that because of her own broken ideals and previous knowledge and experience.

Kyoko knows what it's like to try and save someone without expecting anything in return, only for it to all then backfire onto them ridiculously, leaving the selfless person completely shattered and destroyed by the end. She may act crude and cold but she's genuinely caring. She a bit rough around the edges and very harsh and direct, but has a really kind heart in my opinion.

Kyoko's just doing what she can to survive; and yet... she still sticks her neck out for others- sometimes in very confusing ways, but I feel like her heart is in the right place.

Also she's a real fun kid! BUT SOMEONE PLEASE END HER SUFFERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE ONLY WISHED FOR HER FAMILY TO BE HAPPY!!!!!!! STOP PUNISHING HER LIKE THIS!

Kyoko taught me as a young teenager about how some ideals look sparkling on paper but how in execution they can be absolutely terrible, like the good intentions that lead to one's doom. That though being selfless can be cool, it's important to prioritise the self too. BUT THE WAY SHE GOES ABOUT TRYING TO GET THIS THROUGH TO SAYAKA AT FIRST LMAO SHES SO RUTHLESS! XDDD I mean Sayaka is a very passionate idealist so her approach well... I'm not surprised it didn't work out at first.

Funny thing though... it feels like beneath all her 'just focus on yourself' attitude she is still very selfless too... feels

[amplifyme]

I’m back with a huge update~ :DDDD

TPOB Chapter 4, 5, and 6

Picking up where I left off:  

WAIT SO NOT ONLY DID DIANA NOT GO WITH VINCENT BUT SHE WAS RETURNED LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AND HAD BEEN DUPED ALONG WITH ELLIOT BY MITCH DENTON AND NOW SHE’S GOTTA SOMEHOW FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIND VINCENT--

AND CELINA FINISHED HER CATHY EXTRACTION AND VINCENT’S NOT DOING TOO HOT--

You could say I’m a bit invested in how this turns out. XDDD

"Do you ever forget, Father, that he's not like everybody else? You ever, I don't know, catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye and it hits you all over again, how different he is?" The look she got in response was a curious one, surprised at first, then reflective as he took a minute to think over her question. He folded his half-gloved hands together and rested his chin against them, looking at her over the top of his glasses. "I suppose I do, from time to time. We've spent so long in each other's company - better than a third of a century now - that I suppose it's only natural I might forget. But I'm generally quickly reminded by something Vincent will say, or do, or perhaps simply by the way he'll hold himself: a certain posture. His utter stillness, the singular focus, his… unique talents and skills. His spirit, though, Diana, his heart, those things can never be forgotten. Loved that passage-- and definitely a hallmark of the series and its characters. 

Diana and Father’s back-and-forth, her speech about the miracle of Vincent, that entire scene: exquisite. I enjoy so much how your D and Father have a deep sense of understanding and care towards one another, especially when V and Father are struggling through this particular plotline. 

This description of Elliot was both sombering and, I admit, humorous: He was not a happy man, and his expression reflected it. He looked indignant. As if the thought of people like the Corbin family existing at all offended him on some deep level. 

Vincent and the Other’s dialogue-- “I want!”-- is a nice homage to Nan’s work; and, I might add, a touch of something different. I haven’t pinned just what yet but will jot it down when it hits me. 

VINCENT’S BACK; and there’s a pleased side to me knowing he hasn’t missed Jacob’s birthday. Aaaaaaaaaaand he’s been stripped to his basics, uh oh. 

Interesting angle Celina is playing; we’ll see how that develops. >:))

Father and Diana talking some more, awww. Father truly is cynical-- interesting when compared to Diana (and her growth.) 

Speaking of Father, his ping-pong eyes while Diana is figuring out Vincent was and Diana’s senses and anger and Vincent’s abandonment and anger as well as D and V’s slight falling out-and-in were great touches to end the chapter on~. 

Also: medium silence. Nice. 

Oh, I’m not done yet-- ONTO CHAPTER 5!

After a short time Narcissa ordered, "Give me your hand, child." Vincent obediently offered his right across the table, and she waved it away. "No, not the one that protects. The one that puts thoughts to paper: the heart's hand." He was taken aback by her words. Though it was possible Narcissa might know he was left-handed, he didn't know how she knew his right was his striking hand, the one that invariably brought the first of the killing blows. The attention to detaaaaaaaaaaaaail. I’m eating it up like popcorn. 

I love how you describe what’s going in with Vincent from different perspectives, his, Narcissa’s, and Diana’s-- i.e. shrouding him with darkness or turning down Diana’s sense of him. Also, how you handle his distance from Jacob versus Nan’s scenario is fascinating, twisting the story left while she twisted it right. Wonderful how many layers can be drawn from a similar experience. 

This small moment struck me while I read it because it’s so, so them: “...Consumed by rage and grief, I would have died of it and left my son an orphan, to be raised by a madman. Do you have any least idea, Diana, of all you've done for me?" She shrugged and almost let fly some stupid comment like, it was nothing, before she viciously gagged the impulse. Because it hadn't been nothing - and both of them knew it. 

And this part: That wasn't what gave her pause now. It was what he'd said and the way he'd said it, looking back at her with unreadable eyes. It was the feeling it set off in her: like being given a commendation with one hand and a demotion with the other. Magnificent. 

I’m… not laughing at what Vincent is going through, I’m not, it’s just… Celina shot herself in the foot, in a way, trying to become Catherine and wanting more from Vincent. It’s NOT funny, it’s not. And Celina obviously has more up her sleeve but I can’t help but laugh, a little; because compared to the intricacy of this plan, Lena’s perfume and flower wreath from Nan’s work was stunningly simple and even more effective and I can’t stop laughing just a little. But yes; this is going to be a doozy of a problem for Vincent. 

And I appreciate that Diana is pulling no punches, but also that she’s reasonable. Losing a part of himself with Catherine but regaining it, in a way, through her legacy, then having it stripped from him and affecting his relationships and bond now is monumentous; and though Diana is an empath, she has never lost herself to the same degree he has. It’s (using that word again) interesting to explore this tragedy on top of her characterization and his and his past and their present. 

This is just going to be a post where I repeat “I love this/that”, and I don’t care! It occurred to her it was nothing short of a miracle she'd somehow been judged exempt from his stalwart and unbending self-discipline. Which started her wondering why that was: why her and no one else, not even Catherine. 

Diana finally realizing he really does love her amidst all the drama (and a regained healthy respect, which didn’t really bother her-- which, that is so you, that is so Diana) was the one ripe, juicy cherry on top of this rotting cake: it proves that there are salvageable bits that can be cut around. 

Diana on a Kill Bill mission may not have been on my bingo card, but it isn’t entirely unexpected. Brb, going to grab another snack. 

I’m back and snackless, let’s go--

Father and Vincent’s talk: as you say, layers and layers. Also: "It's a difficult question," Father ultimately decided. "I loved Margaret dearly, you know that. We had such little time together, she and I; and what I grieve most I think, as I look back on my life. But had things not happened as they did," he said, his eyes sweeping the room, "just look at all I would never have had. My home… my community. My family. And you," he said, his eyes lighting on Vincent and holding there, "you, most of all."Would I have Margaret back at the cost of the life I've built here? No, I honestly don't think I would.” Love that part. 

Wait, this is scratching at my brain and I swear I’ve heard it or read it before: "Vincent, it is only when we try to grasp and hold the larger mysteries of life that we lose our ability to comprehend them: love; compassion; hope; death. One cannot hold in a fist that which requires freedom in order to be understood. Some things do not call for our examination but only… only our faith." If I’ve not, congrats on making me so completely doubt my own reality. XDDD (Beautiful passage, regardless.) 

This, this, THIS-- It was a startling thought: that he'd been just as much an addict as Rolley had been, before he'd lost Catherine. When the Other within him had been called upon so often in defense of her that it'd grown dependent on the dark release it found in that protection, had begun to crave it even as he'd denied its growing influence and had stumbled blindly, desperately, toward even the smallest sliver of light within that massive darkness.-- made me rethink the entire series through new eyes; and I so pleased about that~! 

Again, back to the love but who cares at this point: LOVE this passage: Diana respected him too much to deny his pain, or to soften the truth in an act of pity disguised as sympathy. So what she said to him was, "You're right: you couldn't." His eyes slid to hers. "But you were there when she needed you the most, Vincent, when it really mattered." She gripped his arm tightly. "Do you think Catherine would've wanted it any other way, up on that rooftop; that she'd have rather it be anybody else with her? Do you have any idea what a gift you gave her - to be there with her at the end? Most people die alone, Vincent. But she didn't have to; she was with the one she loved most of all."

Vincent returning to fight and not to give in took me by surprise as well; but I am absolutely flinging pom poms about and wildly cheering him on now. 

THE POSSIBILITY OF BEING. Name drop-- also, perfect way to work the series, the poem, and this story together. 

Vincent’s pit stops before meeting with Celina were excellent, yes. Particularly enjoyed you highlighting the metaphor that Diana knocked down Vincent’s walls, and that he’s the one that dwells on its significance. 

And all of these excellent points that I hadn’t considered: As he was brought to his knees by the raw kinesthetic memory of catching Catherine in his arms as she'd collapsed, it occurred to him that Diana was right. He hadn't been able to save Catherine, but he had been there to gentle her fall. To hold her, as he had countless times before. To see in her eyes the reflection of their love. To experience the gift of it again; its very existence a large act of fate and faith that humbled him still. And he'd come just in time. The perfect time. Had it been any sooner, had the least moment been changed, his son may well have died, too. A sacrifice Vincent knew Gabriel would've been more than willing to abide, simply so he could declare himself the victor. And had he come any later, he would never have known about the child, their son. Would have been too late to hear Catherine's last words: affirmation, truth, a promise.

Poor Jacob crying. Also, Father LEAPING at the chance to rescue Vincent no matter the means and Diana now having to convince him not to act is poetry, it rhymes. 

Reflecting on Celina’s She wanted only what she wanted. and comparing her to the growth-stunted Other made me pause. The difference, of course, is the Other is an expression of Vincent’s abandonment and want and Celina is a self-interested, calculated skinwalker wearing Catherine as a robe. 

And, of course, for all of Vincent’s calculations he couldn’t calculate enough. 

ELLIOT-- excuse me, Elliot tailed Diana around. I love that man. 

The confrontation between Celina and poor Vincent and Diana-- great scene. Also, I didn't note above, but I thoroughly ate up that Vincent was/is aware of how others view his dangerousness and played it up to the guards and Celina.

Elliot getting to take out Celina-- chef’s kiss. 

Vincent making new friends and Diana turned around in the tunnels and Elliot passing out and Father and V’s strays and V&D are going steady and TO EVERY CRAFT ITS PROPER MYSTERY!!!!!!!

Glided right into your acknowledgements and was nodding along with your “she’s still dead” exploration: when I read that back in Chapter 2, a part of me wanted to die laughing because because because. Never fails to still amuse me. ;))) And I loved reading your dedication to Nan, as well as the titles/subtitles trivia. 

When I have the time to set aside, I’ll most definitely drop some more comments on Ao3 as a final way to work through my thoughts~. 

Oh, one last thing! Most definitely going to either send or read bits to Sis (been keeping her up to date); and will send you her comments when she’s available (she's perfectly willing, enjoys that you enjoy.) I always pitch passages to her as “more Father… and also Diana”; and it works. >:DDDD

Overall, I had a fantastic time reading this-- beautiful work, beautifully executed, exquisitely written. I most certainly will reread in the future. :DDD

You can't see me, but I'm grinning ear to ear. I'm so pleased that you had a good time inhabiting my little BATB universe!

Just a few things below the cut.

Diana and Father’s back-and-forth, her speech about the miracle of Vincent, that entire scene: exquisite. I enjoy so much how your D and Father have a deep sense of understanding and care towards one another, especially when V and Father are struggling through this particular plotline. 

I had such a blast writing the D & F scenes, and especially this one.

This description of Elliot was both sombering and, I admit, humorous: He was not a happy man, and his expression reflected it. He looked indignant. As if the thought of people like the Corbin family existing at all offended him on some deep level. 

Okay, so my two favorite lines I gave Stosh: 1) "He was with you when?" when D is giving him the details of V's kidnapping. That line still makes me laugh like a fool and I wrote it.. 2) Telling Vincent "Besides, it's the least you can do, right? Since I seem to have made a habit of taking bullets for you." Again with the laughter. I need to write another V & Stosh fic. Maybe someday...

After a short time Narcissa ordered, "Give me your hand, child." Vincent obediently offered his right across the table, and she waved it away. "No, not the one that protects. The one that puts thoughts to paper: the heart's hand." He was taken aback by her words. Though it was possible Narcissa might know he was left-handed, he didn't know how she knew his right was his striking hand, the one that invariably brought the first of the killing blows. The attention to detaaaaaaaaaaaaail. I’m eating it up like popcorn. 

I always found it very interesting on the show that Vincent the lefty almost always struck first with his right hand. Maybe Buster is righthanded? Hmmmm. Maybe that was an Easter egg in Nan's Dialogues and the muse grabbed onto it and saved it for later.

I’m… not laughing at what Vincent is going through, I’m not, it’s just… Celina shot herself in the foot, in a way, trying to become Catherine and wanting more from Vincent.

Right?? But it's so in line with both Gabriel and Snow's personalities, too. They thought they were smarter than everyone else. Not a good mindset when dealing with V, who is a master strategist - not to mention still fiercely protective of Cathy.

Diana on a Kill Bill mission may not have been on my bingo card, but it isn’t entirely unexpected.

It's that darkness V saw in her, rising to the surface. And a good thing it did, in the end. And we've so often seen that sort of rage driving V, I thought it would be interesting to play with it in D, too.

Wait, this is scratching at my brain and I swear I’ve heard it or read it before: "Vincent, it is only when we try to grasp and hold the larger mysteries of life that we lose our ability to comprehend them: love; compassion; hope; death. One cannot hold in a fist that which requires freedom in order to be understood. Some things do not call for our examination but only… only our faith." If I’ve not, congrats on making me so completely doubt my own reality. XDDD (Beautiful passage, regardless.) 

To the best of my recollection, this is not inspired by anything besides the muse. It was part of the theme of the story that I tried to sprinkle here and there: that death doesn't mean the end of love, and that love is infinite and can't be measured, and trying to compare one love with another is a fool's game. And there was also the snippet of Dylan Thomas' poem that drove the trilogy and Though Lovers Be Lost, and eventually this fic: "Though lovers be lost, love shall not. And death shall have no dominion." That was the first seed that was planted in the garden that eventually became TPOB.

This, this, THIS-- It was a startling thought: that he'd been just as much an addict as Rolley had been, before he'd lost Catherine. When the Other within him had been called upon so often in defense of her that it'd grown dependent on the dark release it found in that protection, had begun to crave it even as he'd denied its growing influence and had stumbled blindly, desperately, toward even the smallest sliver of light within that massive darkness.-- made me rethink the entire series through new eyes; and I so pleased about that~! 

Good! I love it if something I write makes my readers see things in a different way. I'm pleased too!

Vincent returning to fight and not to give in took me by surprise as well; but I am absolutely flinging pom poms about and wildly cheering him on now. 

Yay!! I'm glad I could surprise you now and then.

THE POSSIBILITY OF BEING. Name drop-- also, perfect way to work the series, the poem, and this story together.

That poem was the second seed planted.

Also, I didn't note above, but I thoroughly ate up that Vincent was/is aware of how others view his dangerousness and played it up to the guards and Celina.

There's the strategist again!

Elliot getting to take out Celina-- chef’s kiss. 

It had to be him. I knew that from the beginning. He deserved the chance to redeem himself in his own eyes. And he took the painful choice away from both V & D, which I saw as a wonderful act of love and grace. Stosh is a good guy.

Vincent making new friends and Diana turned around in the tunnels and Elliot passing out and Father and V’s strays and V&D are going steady and TO EVERY CRAFT ITS PROPER MYSTERY!!!!!!!

Oh, you know I had to get that in there somewhere! And not to pat my own back, but I kinda love where it ended up going. This remains my very favorite happy ending of anything I've written. 😊

When I have the time to set aside, I’ll most definitely drop some more comments on Ao3 as a final way to work through my thoughts~. 

That would be lovely. Thank you.

I look forward to reading Sis's thoughts, when (and if) she makes her way through "the best parts." 😁

Overall, I had a fantastic time reading this-- beautiful work, beautifully executed, exquisitely written. I most certainly will reread in the future. :DDD

I'm so, so happy to know this! Really, this has been such a gift to me. Thanks so much for your thoughtful and considered comments, as well as your constant enthusiasm. ❤️

Feel free to dive back into that BATB collection on AO3 when the needs hits you. There's still a lot to discover. Until the next time, my friend!

[havethetouch]

Starchild

2022/03

Something from March, figured after the Brigthest Star upload I should follow up with this one xd This is Astra, Wildfanqs other Sona/Mascot and very much associated with the Stars. This one is a bit of a doozy too work-wise because first off - I only used two inks for the whole piece which were "perle noire" & "diabolo menthe" by Herbin (srsly if you like working with inks I can recommend herbin inks to the moon and back they are such a joy to work with) which I think is worth pointing out. Secondly, when I drew her I had a temp ref by Fanq where the ears were missing and me not realizing something might be off drew her without ears. Now, that is a wee bit of a problem for me as a traditional artist. Or at least it seemed like it. I neither really wanted to leave the piece as is, redo it, or draw the ears on separate paper and glue them on because it's watercolour paper it's thick, it would've been distracting and very noticeable. Soooo... I figured I could try to draw in the ears in on the already finished work and if everything goes to hell I will have to redo it anyway. I thought, since the paper is thick I might be able to remove the top layers a bit to get a lighter surface and remove some of the colour and linework because anytime I line a sketch and do the first linework layer going over it with a rubber always takes off some pigment hence why I do multiple lineart steps and I figured.. Same difference right? Just with more stakes. But it worked as expected, I really carefully took off part of the piece where the ears would go with eraser friction and then had to work the raw surface with a bit of water first to get it even, after I drew in the ears and carefully applied colour for the ears - since the surface was still a bit rough I had to be mindful of bleeding, but otherwise it worked out rather well all things considered. Which means good to know that I can do stuff like that with watercolour works, but also I hope I don't have too it was nerve wrecking when I started it XDDD

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hi Carlos 🥰🥰

Oop, d a n g o.o

Hi Tommy :DD

Oh g o s h xdd

Girl yeah, other priorities xD

Carlos going through it with these two fr lol

Hmm is there a mass or smth?

Oop probably, something blocking it

:o yeah :'((

I'm sorry bestie :(

LOL yeah they did save your life :'))

She's gonna give them back? Awww 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Everyone's :'DD

Aww, a glass of juice :')) that was sweet :'DD 😭 <333

AAH Tarlos :DD

Lol yeah, not pushing her luck either XDD

Shoulder pat :D

My boys :))

Owen what are you doing xD

Ahhh

Also AH wedding :)))

Ahh nice segue Mateo, lol

To be fair Owen did just get a lot of money xD

Nah I'm sure he donated it lol

But still DANG o.o that's a lot xd

Owen he pays rent to you why would he ask for it from you lol

MATEO

That is a lot of times o.o

Oof yeah :((( father of an addict, he has experience

You just gotta be careful Mateo :( <3

Aww Judd 😭💔❤️

C'mon you can confide in Tommy :'(( <3

It's a sucky situation :'((

:OO ohh a firefighter o.o

I mean yeah you could guess xd

I guessed like a half second before Tommy said it lol

I mean I get it but also you live a good life Judd

Don't say that Judd :(( it sucks but like I said it's not like you're a failure

YESS see you wouldn't change a thing :'))

Oop is he gonna do it 👀

Not the shelves again XD just like with Paul lol

Y'all not these shelves

SLDKGJDHKGFDS Of course you do Paul xD <33

Oope Mateo :'((?

Naurr not selling stuff D:

Aww :(( y'all are cute though 🥰

It's the only money he has so far ain't it xd

Yuuup

Hmm is it more? Does it have smth to do with his papers or something o.o?

O P E

NANCY :OOO!!

GIRL W H A T VOEIABDOSM???

I know she just said saving but STILL, SECRETLY RICH XDDD

Wild lol

Hmmm idk this ain't gonna go well xD

AWWWW KISSSS :DDDD

Them ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

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