#they would literally not need to change their clothes whatsoever

[koskela-knights]

Consider, a Tucker & Dale vs Evil AU/Crossover

Since 8 December this AU/Crossover idea has been living inside my head and now that I remember the Koskelas earlier concept art, it just drove home the idea even more.

The AU/crossover would probably be about the Koskelas as they try to have a peaceful, fun holiday in the woods but then Evil strikes, the Cult of the Tree being a separate thing from them and the Koskelas being misinterpreted as some dangerous killers by a group of outsiders/youngsters (the Bookers). (wow it's almost the same plot/s)

[cusimmrbrightside]

I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who don’t know what they are, it’s essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;

“I’m Right You’re Wrong, Here’s What The X-Men (‘97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjects”.

(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like “seniors” and “AP” and “Midterms”)

Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off who’s the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. He’s made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of “no betting real money” came into place.

English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies don’t come into that classroom. they’re loud and shout and shouldn’t really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly won’t be telling them to leave any time soon.

Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience I’ll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and he’d stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. That’s very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.

Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the “fun” teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, you’re not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.

Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with children’s education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.

Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just won’t be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! He’s the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of Pokémon Red because the student promised they’d do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesn’t care.

History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. He’s exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, he’s able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.

PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, she’ll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then she’s succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if it’s Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).

Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didn’t something wrong, she’ll scream into a megaphone “adapt, improvise, overcome!”. There are no mistakes! She’s eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.

It wouldn’t be a school without budget cuts. That’s why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and he’s beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students “I’ll pray for toy during exam season” he’s not actually joking.

(I forgot about Hank I’m actually going to cry he’s one of my favourites and I forgot about him. He’ll be in pt two or smth.)

[dipperscavern]

hi dippy 😇😇

potion brewing: jon snow & becoming a father for the first time!

sshireens the father of my children. HI :3 hope you enjoy!!

you can fight me, this man is the best at helping you throughout pregnancy. i would even daresay rank him above cregan… yes. i would. because jon just knows, without you having to say it aloud. even if you brush him off, saying you’re fine, he’s massaging your aching muscles anyways. and it was exactly what you needed.

don’t even think about being embarrassed in front of him. he may bomb russia (wait that’s me sorry) (anyways) he does not care whatsoever. you need help walking to the bathroom? done. a foot rub? he’s pulling your feet into his lap before you can even blink. clothes sewn wider and looser for your growing belly? done. help getting dressed/out of bed in the mornings? DONE DONE DONE IDC FIGHT ME.

speaking of your changing body, he thinks you’re the most attractive thing to ever walk this earth, pregnant and all. and don’t even think about a halt in intimacy, you’re getting it tongiht! (but there is a change in how it’s done as time goes on, he doesn’t wanna hurt you) (aka head between the thighs 25/8)

is there the entire time with you during birth if you wish him to be. no, he’s not leaving, yes he’s got you, you’ve got this. literally boom shakalaka in the birthing room, jon’s presence is calming.

would hold his babe so tenderly. gazes down at them, and he can’t believe something so pure coukd come from him. and he thanks you everyday for what you’ve given him.

i feel like parenting just comes so naturally to jon. his kid is climbing all over him like a jungle gym, and he doesn’t even blink. just shifts to aid them so they don’t fucking fall.

and he loves teaching them. to shoot, to ride, to wield a sword, to govern, he’s (somehow) a master at it all. and no — jon doesn’t have favorites. he endured too much preferential treatment at catelyns hands, he wouldn’t subject his children to that too, even if only the slightest.

[mythicmanuscripts]

"Sidenote: I'm now picturing a situation where Jace edges himself before the wedding because he's far too horny to do nothing. When he stops for the last time, he just lays there for a while trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally cum. But then he gets out of bed to change into sleep-clothes and while he's doing this, his shirt grazes his cock and then next thing he knows he's collapsing on the floor and cumming so hard he can't even get up for a while. Maybe after this he panics and goes to you? Or even calls a servant to fetch you and you find him on the floor, still unable to get up? Just a thought lads..."

OMG PLEASE -- i feel like the second option would be even more intense! literally how do you come up with these things you're a genius

Alright lads gather round time to further the sub!Jace agenda and especially the sensitive!Jace agenda! I love sensitive!Jace so so much I can't explain why it just works so well?

Anyway, NSFW subby and very sensitive Jace below the cut! It starts out angsty but I promise it ends well!!!

So for context on this blog we subscribe to the agenda that Jace comes very very easily and quickly but also he gets SO sensitive afterwards? Like he can't handle any stimulation on his cock at all after he cums it does not feel good whatsoever it is just way too sensitive. He also tends to feel a pretty big dip in adrenaline after he cums and it leaves him feeling so unsettled and just generally bad about himself? He'll often just end up hugging a pillow and crying for a little while.

Because of all of the above, he never really masturbated. Of course he went through puberty and obviously there were times when he definitely horny and couldnt ignore it so he would jerk off then but he always ended up crying himself to sleep afterwards. He also accidentally discovers edging through this. He'll jerk off until he's about to cum and then stop because he doesnt want the overstimulation and comedown drop after he cums. So he often will just edge himself a few times and then stop, not even wanting to cum in the end.

But edging like this is also a pretty big risk. He cums easily normally and so after being edged a few times? Even the smallest stimulation can set him off. He'll have a massive orgasm then and for hours afterwards he'll be shaky and unsteady, feeling so so bad and he's so sensitive that he can't even put underclothes on.

This plan works until he's betrothed to you. You two have great chemistry from day one and Jace loses his train of thought whenever he looks at you.

He's just so easy so fluster? He'll blush bright red and stutter and lose all English capabilities. Make no mistake, he likes it. He really really likes it. You make him feel so nice and so safe and he knows you'll be as gentle as he needs you to be when youre eventually married.

However, before you get married there's a few weeks of you two being betrothed but not yet married. You spend time together and get to know each other but obviously you are expected to wait until marriage to do literally anything.

All of this causes some issues for poor Jace because for the first time he is so horny that he just can't calm down? He keeps on trying to distract himself but the problem was that he just couldn't stop thinking about you.

So one night he realises he won't be able to sleep if he doesn't at least touch himself so he edges himself a few times. It feels good, of course it does, but he knows he can't cum like this or he'll be feeling horrible because of how desperate he is.

The plan goes fine at first, he edges himself multiple times and by the end he's literally panting out your name despite you not even being in the room. When he stops, he lays there for a while to try and calm down and then gets up to get dressed. When he picks up his shirt it grazes over his cock and he's done for. He cums so hard that he falls down, keeling over. It's so intense and by the time it's over he's just curled up in a foetal position on the floor, shaking.

He tries to get up, and he just can't. Realising how weak he is makes him feel even worse about himself and it's just one spiral after another. He had been laying there for almost 10 minutes when a servant comes in. Obviously the poor servant is very shocked and worried. They try to come closer to help him up but he yells at them to stay back, and then they ask if they should call the maesters. Jace turns that down too, and without thinking he asks the servant to go fetch you.

You're extremely confused when a panicked servant knocks on your door and tells you to run to Jace's quarters. You go of course, and you're so worried when you get there to find Jace curled up on his floor, seemingly naked with a shirt hanging loosely and unbuttoned on his shoulders.

When you call his name, he looks up at you and there are tear stains running down his cheeks. He tries to sit up and seem alright but you don't give him the chance. Without thinking you just sit down next to him and gently pull him into your lap. He goes so easily, curling up in your lap with his head on your shoulder.

You realise he doesn't have underwear on and that there appears to be dried cum on his thighs and stomach. You don't address it because he's clearly upset and overwhelmed and you're worried if you mention it then he might get self-conscious and tell you to leave.

So instead you just sit there for a bit, letting him calm down while you rub his back. After a little while he starts mumbling something and it takes you a moment to realise he's mumbling 'sorry'.

"None of that now," you tell him gently, giving him a little squeeze, "If I didnt want to be here I'd leave. Okay? You have nothing to be sorry about, just focus on calming down for me."

The added 'for me' at the end seems to cause something to shift in him? He nods and starts to take slow deep breaths, clearly putting effort into feeling better. You praise him for it and continue to rub his back.

When he starts to squirm a little bit in your lap you finally ask him if he wants to tell you what happened. Asking this prompts him to blush bright red and hid his his face in your neck. You give him a few moments and then he finally speaks.

"Touched myself," is the first thing you hear, which is an immediate relief to you because it means whatever happened Jace did to himself and no one else was in there hurting him.

You nod and wait for him to continue. It takes nearly 15 minutes to get the actual full story out of him because he keeps on mumbling and not wanting to speak about it directly and his poor little brain is still a little scrambled. But eventually you manage to understand that he was jerking off and he topped before he came a few times, and then he accidentally came after that and it knocked the wind right out of hm.

"Always like this," he says to you afterwards, "can't, can't be normal about it. Always sensitive after, too sensitive."

That gives you the full picture and then you understand. In response you just give him a little squeeze and thank him for calling you to help him.

Eventually he manages to gather the strength required to be able to stand and walk to the bed with your help. You fetch him a damp warm cloth to clean himself with but the moment he tries he just immediately starts crying again. He pulls his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.

You eventually convince him to move his legs down and let you do it instead. The poor thing whines and pants as you gently clean him and you feel so so so bad for him. You also feel bad because you're touching him somewhere you know he wanted to wait until marriage for but you don't have much of a choice because he can't do it himself and you know he needs it.

Once he's cleaned up, you pull the blanket over him and run a hand through his hair. You tell him to wait there and you'll be right back.

You return with some food and water you fetched from the kitchen and also a book from your own quarters. The smile he gives you come back into the room is enough to make you want to marry him right then and there.

He eats the food you give him and drinks all the water you give him and when you offer to read to him to help him calm down he starts crying again. But this time it's happy tears because he realises his future wife is absolutely perfect for him.

Slight sidenote to end off: The very first sexual thing you do with Jace is before your marriage and it's a soft handjob while he hides against your shoulder. He's seated next to you in the bed with his leg closest to you picked up and across your lap so you can have easy access. He hides in your neck and shoulder and whines and whimpers as you stroke him. When he cums he cries and thanks you over and over.

He even takes your hand and licks all the cum off it because of course he must his future wife clean up. Once you clean him up properly he begs to return the favour and that's how he ends up between your thighs eating you out. It very quickly becomes his favourite method of stopping the intense comedown. Absolutely no room for sadness when he's literally eating pussy. Not allowed to be sad there, absolutely not.

[xmads-omensx]

Noah learns over time that readers bar for men is literally on the ground so he does what he can to be the best for her. Reader doesn't expect him to remember how she drinks her coffee or tea, doesn't expect household chores to be 50/50 (is used to men doing nothing but playing video games), never having doors held for her, never had the sidewalk rule used on her, never had a man remember when she stopped at a store to look at something just a little longer...etc. the bar is basically non-existent and he is determined to change that for her.

The Little Things

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: none, brief mentions of previous relationships that weren’t the best

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986

I'm going to be so real right now, I was tempted to just write the lyrics of Little Things by One Direction into a one shot but didn't want to SOB first thing in the morning lmao.

Hope you enjoy because I had fun writing it! :)

Noah didn't realise how low your bar was in terms of men for the first six months of your relationship.

Initially, he just thought you were putting in extra effort since it was a new relationship, but when your actions didn't lessen, he started to get a bit... intrigued.

You cleaned all the dishes after eating dinner together despite Noah offering to help.

You always specified how you wanted your coffee and tea, despite the fact that he knew your preferences like the back of his tattooed hand.

You never let him help you out with any chores. Hell, you even tidied his house up a bit when he was in the studio and you had spent the night.

You had memorised how Noah liked things organised and cleaned, and executed it perfectly.

It unsettled Noah slightly.

So, he hatched a plan.

He would not let you lift a finger at all.

But that didn't work because you were far too stubborn to let him do anything at all.

However, your face when he told you that you weren't to help out whatsoever told him everything he needed to know.

You wouldn't let him help, because you weren't used to having help.

He knew your past relationships hadn't been the best and that your exes hadn't treated you well, but what he hadn't realised is that you practically bent over backwards to do everything for them.

He wasn't sure what he needed to do, but he knew that he needed to do something.

The idea came to him when you had both gone shopping one day.

He always noticed when you looked at something for slightly longer than you looked at other things.

If you saw a pair of boots you liked. If you saw a jumper you liked. If you saw a necklace you liked.

He always took a sneaky photo to keep for gift ideas for your birthday, Christmas or anniversary.

However, that day he decided he needed to buy the bag that you had been glancing at.

After he dropped you off at your apartment building that evening, he raced back to the mall and bought it for you. He ended up getting the matching purse alongside the bag simply because he felt that he needed to go big with it.

He placed the bag on his desk in his bedroom and waited anxiously for the next week to roll around so that he could give it to you.

Noah was devastated to discover that you had been swamped with work, so couldn't go out with him that afternoon.

He needed to cheer you up.

After concocting yet another villainous plan, Noah drove to the nearby coffee shop and ordered you your favourite coffee, just the way you like it.

You had always joked about how you had a long and complicated coffee order that no one could ever remember, so you had always just gotten a latte when someone else was getting you coffee to simplify things.

Noah wouldn't allow that.

He knew your order.

Hell, he knew your favourite foods at different restaurants. He knew your preferred brand of tea bags. He knew what size you were in every single item of clothing from all the brands you liked. He knew exactly how you liked your grilled cheese made.

He knew everything about you.

Noah picked up the box with the bag and matching purse inside before getting your coffee and driving to your apartment building.

You buzzed him in with a great degree of confusion as you had cancelled, but his arrival in your apartment made everything clear to you.

You were shocked that Noah had bought you the bag you liked as you hadn't even said anything about liking it in the first place.

"I have eyes, baby, I can see when you look at something for longer." Was the motive behind his purchase.

However, when you saw the label on the side of the coffee cup that now sat on the coffee table, you felt your eyes begin to water.

He remembered your order.

Your stupidly long and complicated order.

He knew it.

Noah wiped a tear that had fallen from your eye with him thumb before telling you that he wanted to split chores 50/50 because that's how it should be.

It wasn't fair you doing all of the work whilst he sat and watched.

That night you cooked dinner and Noah washed the dishes.

It felt nice not doing everything.

Sure, it was a bit of a shock to the system, but Noah made you realise what a relationship should feel like.

You felt like his equal.

[2-dsimp]

What if... Harumu's darling was faceblind and had low-social tolerance, basically recognizing people by voice and habits?

Her husband IS a plain, boring, square in comparison to the homewrecker, and she adores him for it because he does it intentionally for her comfort. She finds him a comforting rock and bastion of consistency. She holds 0 attraction for Harumu because he's loud, very in your face, a Diva, and never wears the same outfit twice in the darling's presence. She gets very stressed about it, having gotten into trouble her last job when she failed to recognize her Boss when came in out of his usual outfit once.

Darling can't understand Homewrecker's overtures, she's too busy trying to figure out where they lost their boss and praying to god that no one noticed because the last time they failed to recognize him off the bat (he changed into a sexier outfit because she looks at his clothes more and he thought he could seduce her with a hot body) Harumu threw The World's Biggest Diva Fit.

This scenario is intriguing! But To be frank, if darling had face blindness and a low social tolerance.

Their application wouldn’t even have made it through the preliminaries against their competitors. Harumu is the face of an international beauty brand after all. So qualifications to handle all the attention. Which comes with being his caretaker will have to be met without exception.

To even catch Harumu’s attention you’d have to be exceptional in your own right. Since he believes that they deserve only the best of the best. So it’s not like he’d settle for just any manager. It’s why the beauty influencer initially was against having one in the first place. Since Harumu knows how high maintenance he is and is very critical about every single need being taken cared of.

The Shapeshifter isn’t loud and in your face. They’re a diva but a classy one at that.

Harumu never had the need to raise his tone (except for a few times throughout his spoiled life). Especially when he’s so used to people rushing to his beck and call. With just a simple expression of displeasure and a wave of their manicured fingers which means ‘come hither’.

Though on another note Harumu doesn’t wear anything twice unless they really love the design.

But if for whatever reason darling didn’t show any reaction to his outfit.

At first the yandere shapeshifter! Would be smug thinking that his beauty had finally stolen the breath from their lungs. And would even go as far as to prepare and call for the paramedics. just in case you fainted from the sheer exposure to his flawless features.

But slowly after getting out of his delusional headspace. And sees that you just didn’t have any opinion whatsoever. The yandere shapeshifter! would literally freak out from the notion that his handsome/pretty features didn’t have an affect.

Harumu would be so in shock that he’d feel faint and have a mental freak out. Questioning if he’s having a nightmare or if he’s just hallucinating. While also being heavily concerned about if you were even human to begin with. And was just an android in disguise. (Maybe you lied on your resume how else are you so capable in managing him?).

After having to call the medical staff for your model who fainted from pure distress. You’d later have Harumu wearing a tight lipped smile in their female form. (So that they don’t accidentally break your phone with their male counterparts strength) grabbing your phone to manually type in yet another requirement into your packed schedule.

The task was “practice every morning, noon, and night on giving words of affirmation to me, Darling~♥︎" Into your daily regime. Making it the top priority for you to fulfill as his manager.

After making countless desperate rationalizations. Harumu finally returned to her usual confident self and would simply chalk it up to you just being shy (for her own sanity) Becoming determined to get you outta that meek shell of yours so you can work on (adoring her like you’re supposed to)

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-five of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim makes sure to not take any longer than a week to plan an actual first date for Kon because he doesn’t want Kon to think he’s lost interest in him and also wants him out of that damn lab yesterday, so spending a lot of time with him while aggressively buying him material things and whatever else he wants to slowly ease things into apartment-buying territory–or cul-de-sac-buying; Tim still hasn’t ruled out the cul-de-sac–seems like the pragmatic approach. 

His operating concept of "slow" is Bart-level at best right now, admittedly. 

Probably that’s actually Bart's fault, Tim decides. Probably definitely, actually. Hanging out with a speedster is rubbing off on him. 

Hopefully it’s also rubbing off on Kon. 

. . . Tim should’ve phrased that differently. Very, very differently. 

Kon shows up five minutes early for their date–no cats up any trees this time, Tim guesses–and Tim nearly self-immolates at the sight of him. He’s wearing dark slacks and a matching vest with shiny black shoes over a sky blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the collar at best half-buttoned, and also layered black leather and silver chain bracelets and a couple of rings. He even changed out the omnipresent gold hoop in his ear for a dangling silver earring. 

Tim technically recognizes all of the clothes and accessories that Kon is wearing right now, because he bought them all for him himself. He even saw Kon try them all on, if not specifically together. There are absolutely no surprises in his outfit whatsoever. Tim suggested that earring to him, even.

The delicate lines of soft brown eyeliner that are bringing out his eyes and the dark blue nail polish with the barely-there shimmer to it are both definitely a surprise, though. 

Tim doesn’t look good enough for this date, he realizes in resigned dread. Tim has never in his life looked good enough for this date. Full gala-mode Tim Drake would not look good enough for this date, in fact. He wore nice slacks and decent shoes and a turtleneck with a peacoat, and he looks like an absolute schlub next to Kon. 

“Hey there, babe,” Kon says, flashing him a smirk with just the slightest flicker of nervous insecurity in it. Tim cannot actually respond to him with incoherent babbling, but it is very difficult not to. 

“Hi,” he manages, using absolutely every drop of his Undercover 101 training to sound like a normal person. “You look prett–nice! You look nice.” 

Tim might need to take Undercover 102, he’s realizing. 

“You too,” Kon says as his expression just barely softens and the flicker of insecurity, thankfully, fades out of his eyes. Which is clearly a filthy lie but not one Tim is going to call him on right now. Then he bites his lip and grins around it, just a little. “‘Nice’, or . . . ?” 

Smolderingly gorgeous, Tim does not say, because that would sound incredibly stupid and try-hard. 

“Pretty,” he says instead, which is . . . well, a slight improvement. Maybe. Not really. “Uh–pretty nice, I mean! Uh. Hi. Again. I–got you something?”

“You did?” Kon asks, leaning in a little with a flash of surprised curiosity crossing his face. Tim has no idea why he would be surprised, at this point. Like, literally none whatsoever. 

Clearly he needs to buy him more stuff. 

“Yeah,” he says, then holds up the fancy little gift bag in his hand. “Flowers seemed inconvenient since I wasn’t picking you up, so . . .” 

Kon turns red. 

“‘Flowers’?” he echoes awkwardly, then looks incredibly embarrassed to have said anything. 

Note to self, Tim thinks: as soon as he’s picking Kon up from his own place instead of meeting him on random street corners, there’ll have to be flowers. Always flowers. So many flowers. He’ll look up some native Hawaiian ones, maybe. 

“I didn’t wanna make you carry a wilting bouquet to dinner,” he says apologetically, holding out the bag to him. “So, uh, hopefully this’ll suffice for now."

[randomyuu]

A JJK GoYuu fancomic... of a fanfic (read right to left)

You know… despite me getting into JJK fandom this year, I’ve never drawn any JJK characters. (cue me drawing 9 whole-ass comic pages-)

This wonderful fic is titled (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become by @voxofthevoid​. This comic covers chapter 1 scenes.

Beware of the tags, as the fanfic is NSFW. Oh, and also, manga spoilers! Major character and arc spoilers! I’ve read until chapter 4 and no NSFW so far, but still, beware!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43446157/chapters/109219954

I hope you enjoy reading this comic and the fanfic if you decide to!

Update: Chapter 6 scene fanart

More of my random thoughts and an early drawing of GoYuu below:

Have I told you I’m not used to drawing manga as well? Manga panels are pain. PAIN, I tell you. I shouldn’t have done this, but I did. I did, because every time I read the synopsis of this fic I keep picturing manga-like scenes. You should blame me for reading those AllYuu doujinshis.

It was… interesting experience. I was struggling a bit with the balloon consistency, like, do I use white boxes or just italic words for thoughts? Or maybe a balloon with a cloud-like border?

And there’s GoYuu (YuuGo? Idk honestly, don’t care lol) themselves. As I said, I literally have never drawn JJK-related content before. So when I started thinking about the panelling, I realised that I don’t really know how to draw Gojo, even more a thousand-year-old Yuuji. A whole day is spent researching Gojo, Yuuji and Sukuna’s appearances lol. Sukuna’s markings are a problem since I can’t find a full view of his markings. I know I can just finally watch the anime (yes I haven’t watched the anime, only some short clips; yes I know the animation is good, and I really want to watch it but my brain doesn’t want to) or re-read the manga, but I don’t want to ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

After going through Google images, Twitter and Reddit, I whipped up a front drawing of GoYuu as my reference:

Gojo’s is easier because he hasn’t changed from the official (I blatantly eyeballing the character sheet I found haha), but Yuuji is different. Yuuji’s hair is longer; if I recall, there’s no exact description of his clothes. I assume he’s topless due to this description: Messy pink hair, long enough to cover the creature’s nape but not to hide the segmented dark markings running down his back, shifts in the wind.

And halfway through storyboarding, I realised that I have no experience using screen tones. Whatsoever. So off I go searching for a screentone bundle I can freely download and slowly figure my way out after fully lining the page.

And we haven’t even touched perspective, background, achromatic colouring, non-human characters—man, I really bite more than I can chew lmaooo

Ah, the things you would do to satiate that drawing mood ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Also, I hope I’ll have time to draw more fanarts of JJK GoYuu fanfics because they live rent-free in my brain and I need them to get out. Maybe other pairings as well? I like quite a lot of pairings that involve Yuuji. He’s precious, and I love having it shown to me over and over through fanfics.

[leahsgf]

hello!! may i request a dating lottie matthews headcanons list? whenever you have the time!!🫶🩷

dating pre crash lottie matthews

pairings. pre!crash medicated lottie x reader

sorry i took some time away from writing! i’ll be working through requests again now, please bare with me!

also thank you so much for this req! i’m obsessed with all elements of lottie’s character we’ve seen so far - if anyone wants post!crash, adult lottie, or some nsfw headcanons let me know! will be more than happy to write anything you guys think of.

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lottie is just a ray of sunshine and her whole world just completely revolves around you.

her love language is gift giving, and her absolute favourite thing is to spoil you rotten and shower you in love and affection constantly.

making the most of her parents being away on trips and staying over pretty much every night.

she doesn’t get jealous easily as she trusts you, but she is incredibly protective over you. it’s everyone else she doesn’t trust, and the last thing she’d ever want is for you to be hurt. she would go to any length to prevent that from happening.

you officially own the title of passenger princess. even if you can drive, or something is in walking distance, she will drive you. she insists on it.

getting caught so much together in the locker room that there’s a ban put in place for being in there at the same time unless a game is on. it doesn’t stop you whatsoever.

she full on belly laughs at all of your so unfunny that they’re funny jokes. she loves to see you smile, she’d do anything to see it.

“your smile brings me so much joy i can’t even begin to explain”

one thing that will have her on her knees is you in her clothes. if she thought before that she couldn’t be any more obsessed with you, oh she was so wrong. you once put on her jersey by mistake and when i tell you you did not leave the house for three days.

you love to play with her hair or have her play with yours. you have to choose your moments wisely when you play with hers however as it sends her to sleep as if it’s on queue.

her being so clingy with you, you could literally be on your phone and have your attention redirected for ten minutes tops, and she’ll be dragging you onto her lap, a pout spread across her lips, before peppering kisses along your jaw to bring your attention back to her.

(it was never not on her)

no matter how long you’d been together, she still made you so ridiculously nervous, butterflies swarming inside of you whenever she did as little as blinking in your direction. she finds it unbelievably adorable and uses it to her advantage - teasing you at any given opportunity.

you both love baking together but are collectively horrible in the kitchen. the entire team has had to face the aftermath of your many attempts multiple times. jackie still can’t enjoy cupcakes the same.

the pair of you never shying away from your struggles or hiding them. you are eachother’s biggest supporters and will love one another unconditionally, through everything life may throw at you.

despite going on many, many extravagant dates together, to the most high end restaurants imaginable, the time treasured most together are the quiet, intimate moments that you share.

reading together late at night whilst tucked up in bed. your fingers gently trailing through her hair, silently listening as she reads to you, voice hushed and full of impending sleep.

walking together. your fingers intertwined constantly and your shoulders brushing ever so slightly as you walk, the need for words never once felt - a simple look or tiny change in body language being conversation enough. her thumb caressing your hand lightly to ease the slightest twinge of anxiousness when she knew you needed it.

stargazing together! it had always been something that had fascinated you and therefore, lottie made it her life mission to learn every fact known to mankind about it, to reel off to you in soft whispers as your head lays on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

sleeping and waking up together, the hushed breaths and feather light touches, and the tracing of features when one of you were awake before the other. unconsciously curling into each other and being interwoven together, because even when asleep,

you are both so in love.

oh and lottie in bed? if you started talking about that you don’t think you’d ever stop.

[lipglossanon]

I had sent a while ago a message about Las Plagas! Leon and pheromone perfume (those were literally the only words I sent) but my brain is still stuck on it. Leon coming home from Spain, thinking everything is fine, that there was no lasting damages from Las Plagas, that Luis’ machine worked perfectly. He’s feeling a bit more angry at things he usually would let slide off his back, but that could be the trauma talking. He’s a bit more sensitive to smell and lights, but he figures he’s either overstimulated or that he got a minor concussion at some point, so it doesn’t worry him. What /does/ start to worry him is the uptick in thoughts he’s been having about you. He’s been in love with you for a long ass time, probably longer than his emotionally constipated ass realized, and youve always drove him wild. But now, it feels all-consuming. Every thought seems to connect back to you in some way- and I mean every thought. When he is eating, he thinks about you and if you are properly eating, if he should learn to cook better (I headcannon that Leon is a terrible cook. Like just barely good enough to make scrambled eggs) so that he can make sure your fed properly, what diet is best for fertility -wait, what? Then he goes to get dressed, and he’s thinking what clothes you like, what would make you attracted to him, what would be easiest for you to tear off him so he can breed you- he’s got to get his hormones under control!

It continues like this all day: when he wins a spar, he’s thinking how impressed you’d be at how well he can protect you, when he reads his emails he wonders if you’re doing the same and how he could provide for you so you’d never have to read one again if you hate it. It’s been a week since he’s been back, and he’s seen you a few times since this madness started (and has to hide his hard cock every time he sees you or smells your scent. He’ll never admit to jacking off while face deep in the shirt he wore when you hugged him. He also will never admit to then humping said shirt to get the scent of you on his dick). But today you’re coming over and you said you got a new perfume and you wanted to see if it he liked it since he said scents were bothering him more lately (his heart warmed at the thought of you changing your perfume just to make him more comfortable. His dick also harden at the sweetness of it but he doesn’t want to acknowledge just how desperate and pathetic that makes him feel). The only problem? Your new perfume says that it’s also pheromone based. You didn’t notice/care, since you figured that was a bullshit selling point, but the scent was nice and lighter than all the others you smelt, and honestly you were getting a headache from all the smells so you just went with it. And for a normal person, thatd be it. The pheromones really wouldn’t have any impact whatsoever. But Leon isn’t normal, not anymore, not after Las Plagas.

So you walk to Leon’s door and knock, and he’s already tucking his dick up into his waistband because the thought of you in his territory, no den, fuck no, home- where you’ll smell like him and get his space to smell like you is making his dick leak precum. And when he opens the door, smells you with higher pheromones, smells just how perfect you are, something in his brain just snaps and tells him that your perfect little cunt would feel like home for his fat dick and all the cum in his balls <3 he whines desperately with just the smell, making you worried. You walk into his house, and you put a hand on his arm in concern, wondering what’s going on, only for Leon to let out the most pathetic and panty ruining moan you’ve ever heard. Just a single touch from you and he’s no longer thinking with his big brain, it’s his dick (and the Las Plagas) talking now. And boy do they talk.

“Please, fuck, smell so good. Need it, need it, need you. Please please, I’ll do anything, just lemme, lemme, fuck nngh, want that pussy, wanna breed you, know youll take it s’good, take it so good for me, be the best mommy f’me. Uh-huh, you’ll be the best, cunts gotta be perfect, gotta be s’wet and sweet and pretty. Perfect lil mate. Lemme breed you, lemme make you a mommy, do anything for you, ‘m the best mate for ya, can protect, can breed, just lemme show you”

Depending on how far down the monster fuckjng rabbit hole you want to go, you can either just have him cum loads that would put a firehouse to shame every time he cums, or having him cum both semen AND some eggs. All I know is that Leon loves you, and wants you to be his perfect little mate as he traps you anywhere and everywhere as he breeds you until he has nothing left to give 🥰

Much love, 🐶 anon

🐶 anon!!!! 😩 😩

You’re a gem , a complete an utter Diamond in my inbox every time I see one of yours asks!! 💜 💜

Yes 👏 to all of this!! 😤😤

He’s so unhinged and just babbling what sounds like nonsense but you can’t think with your legs tossed over his shoulders as he fucks you dumb on his cock 🥴

Like I’m definitely okay with monsterfucking 🤭 god and you’d be so full of cum and eggs that Leon’s going crazy with how much he loves stuffing you full 🥵 🥵

Bless you 🐶 anon 🙏

[cannedbeefaroni]

Fuck it i'm doing my own Edward Nashton NSFW headcanons

i need to put my hot takes into the world you all must hear this:

I do not think he's a virgin. I think he's had sex before but it probably sucked. I'd imagine he was sick of not getting any action, so he payed for an escort to take his virginity. After doing so, he realized that having sex didn't fundamentally change anything, and he was still the same sack of shit he felt like before

He most definitely edates. 100%. At the very least I'd imagine he did so in the late 2000's and early 2010's, but gave up because he didn't feel like his relationships would go anywhere beyond being online. He most likely is better at sexting and phone sex over doing literally anything physical.

He is either gay or bi/pan/poly/omni. I cannot imagine this guy being straight.

He is a switch. Either extremely submissive or extremely dominant. No in between whatsoever.

He is obsessed with sucking dick/pussy. Mans just wants to put his mouth on some genitals. He will crawl on his hands and knees, whimpering and begging to give head.

He has a panty/underwear fetish. He's the kind of person who will steal someone's underwear from their laundry to sniff and use as a cumrag.

He's into voyeurism. He enjoys watching people have sex, masturbate, undress, you name it. He also masturbates in public bathrooms and honestly where ever he can, to fulfill his fantasies of having sex in public. He's a bit of a creep like that

I feel like a lot of girls would think he's cute and flirt with him, but he always reject them coldly because he thinks they're trying to toy with him. Someone would have to be extremely forward and persistent to get him to understand that they want him.

I know there are people who will disagree with this, but I would like to think he'd last long in bed. Yeah, he could cum instantly, but he likes to painfully edge himself for hours to satisfy his partner.

This is a given but he watches a fuck ton of porn and masturbates everyday, sometimes multiple times.

He's got a nasty big gigantic fat long penis. Its got veins and ridges. That shit would be flopping and smacking against his stomach when he gets fucked in the ass. he gets shy when his partner points out his monster cock.

He has a pudgy stomach and a fat fupa. also his ass is gargantuan.

He would kill himself just to shove his face in some boobs for a mere few seconds. He needs to touch boobs or else he will die.

Ok here's some more serious and sad headcanons:

If he ever gets a sincerely loving partner, he honestly would probably start reevaluating his life choices. Finding a purpose in life through feeling genuine love would change him forever. It wouldn't fix him, obviously, but it would give him the smallest sliver of hope, which feels so impossible for him. I doubt he'd actually change for the better, but I think he'd gain some self reflection.

He's codependent and actually prefers not to date or have sex in fear of being hurt. He gets attached to people way too easily and mediates it by not even giving himself the chance.

If his partner found out he was the riddler and hated him for it, he would spiral deeper and become worse.

if his partner liked that he was the riddler, he'd probably gain a massive ego and become obsessed with them to the point of the relationship becoming destructive.

And one for good luck:

That riddler costume STINKS. He probably would fuck someone in it BUT NOT ME. He opens his jacket and it smells like the worlds worst fart. If ur into the costume then get a clothes pin for your nose and good luck soldier.

[beanghostprincess]

(Trans women usopp has stolen my heart I think just love women in general ) Usopp Robin and Nami have a nice self care day with just the girls. (Chopper is invited too, they can't say no to him.) They stay in the shower room, they fill the bath and run the showers on hot. They play relaxing music, Nami bought lavender shower steamers, Robin lit candles. Usopp gets sanji to make hors d'oeuvres and fancy drinks he leaves them at the bathroom door. No peeking!

Chopper brought a video transponder snail to watch a movie. Usopp does their hair she's been practicing her braiding. She gave Robin a nice Dutch braid and Nami a mermaid tail. She also curled copper's little tuff of fur on his head, in return robin has been researching how to do textured hair and gave her a French braid and afro puff combo.

While they were relaxing and talking Luffy showed up asking what they were doing? Nami scolds him for coming in knowing that they're all naked and asks why is he even here? and close the door he knows how fast Brooke and Sanji are.

Luffy explained he only came into the bathroom because he needed to poop (no manners whatsoever) and Zoro was using the other bathroom to meditate. Robin and Usopp are not really affected by his antics and just enjoy Nami yelling at him. Luffy being unfazed by her tongue lashing casually sits down and eats the treats Sanji made for them. He doesn't get why it's such a big deal. Like you're just naked, plus chopper is here and he's not a girl and he's seen usopp naked before (granted this was pre-transition but I guess his point still stands)

Robin invites him to join them but lock the door. You may be the exception but the others are not. Despite Nami's protests Luffy has already stripped and jumped in slashing every one ( imagine getting so far in his journey to become the king of the pirates only to die in bathwater). She sighed in defeat and just accepted that he's here, could be worse.

They continue what they were talking about. Nami is learning how to make hail and she made a tornado by accident of course and she's still trying to recreate it.

Usopp learned how to crossbreed one of her poison pop seeds and her thorny pop seats and made a new weapon. She's also trying to make a pleasant smelling corpse plant. She tried roses, lavender and even sage. But nothing works. Nami suggests that maybe she should use tangerines to cross breed.

Robin has been researching about a vase she found, made of wood and clay. Apparently it's from an island that is isolated from the rest of the world. Everything is handmade or out of scratch, their recipes, their clothing even their soaps. All of their food is homegrown and their meat is known as the best meat in the world.

Luffy didn't need any more convincing he got out and commanded Franky to change course to go to find this island. (Sanji and Brooke tackled Luffy demanding every juicy detail of what he saw in there.) Of course everyone had to get out and get to their stations ruining their whole little spa day. Nami was specifically pissed because she's the navigator.

I love women too <- A lesbian.

This is such a cute and adorable idea!!! I love them!!! I've always thought Nami and Robin let Usopp join their girl nights even before coming out bc they've always felt safe around her, and when she came out it wasn't really a surprise to them tbh. Their spa day looks so cozy and relaxing (until they interrupt them)!! It sounds great. They'd do this 100%. And Luffy would stay bc Luffy is Luffy and the concept of intimacy for him isn't really a thing. Plus bold of you to assume he's a man. Non-binary king, that's what he is. Also Chopper staying with them also makes sense and it's extremely cute!!! Sanji is literally dying to go in there lmfao-- Not to make this about Sanuso but I think he waits by the bathroom door like a wet dog to see his girlfriend again. He misses her! Clingy golden retriever.

[peachdues]

peach oh my LAWD phanta 3 was so good 🥺. Would you consider explaining the title a little more? i read the para at the end with it and i kind of got it, but i wanted to pick your brain a little too!

(I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to this pls don’t hate me too much).

First, thank you!! Second, I love this question bc honestly, the Phanta brain rot is still real. More below the cut since I went off lol.

spoilers below.

Almost everything in Phantasmagoria is, well, a phantasmagoria — an exhibition of optical effects and illusions; a constantly shifting complex succession of things seen or imagined.

Nearly every part of the story — character interactions, perspectives, plot points — is distorted in some way, whether it be by Wisteria/alcohol, grief, or just individual stubbornness.

The Wisteria is probably the most obvious example, as it literally distorts Reader’s perceptions of both herself, her environment, and her interactions with others

I was particular with not describing the Reader physically (even beyond her clothing) past that initial scene in Part I when she goes to the Kizuki for the first time with Mitsuri. When she does describe herself, she speaks of herself as a “raving princess” and “effervescent” — but nothing truly descriptive.

Why does it matter? Contrast that with the comments Sanemi makes about how he “wouldn’t have known it was her” (which later we find out is literally true); he also tells her, point blank, she looks gaunt, and she has no reaction whatsoever — not even an internal reaction. That’s the wisteria distorting her self-image, until she finally looks in the mirror at the end of Part II and fully sees herself for the first time in a while — and realizes what it has done.

But the Wisteria distorts other things too, namely, the appeal of the club/rave life that Reader throws herself into. At first, she calls it a paradise — it’s her escape from both her heartache and from herself in general. The club then distorts her perception of others — namely, Sanemi, like when she describes him as “menacing” under the club lights, and yet the flashback that immediately follows is one of the saddest in the series — and it shows that Sanemi is hurting just as much as she is. But the wisteria distorts everything around her, so she’s only seeing what she wants to see. Yet, when the illusion starts to crack, what happens? She panics — she describes the Kizuki as too loud, too claustrophobic; the Wisteria quite literally leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

The other major example of a phantasmagoria in the story is its main theme — grief. Anyone who has been up close and personal with grief can probably attest to the way it quite literally changes how you view everything — even if that means it narrows your perception (I.e. distorts it). Both Reader and Sanemi are grieving significant losses, and those losses make them blind to the other’s suffering in return. It’s not so much miscommunication as it is two kids who were forced to bear the weight of the world way too fast.

That grief then continues to distort their reality, but not in the sense that they’re misremembering events. Everything they say happened, actually happened. Y/N was abandoned by Kyojuro and Sanemi; but she distanced herself from them first, and she also abandoned Sanemi when he needed her. Neither of the boys were there for her while her mother was sick and when she died; but they didn’t know until it was too late. Sanemi did return her feelings 100% at the train station; but he was so overwhelmed and reeling from Genya’s death that he reacted poorly. Sanemi did see Y/N that day at the crosswalk; he just didn’t recognize her. Y/N was isolated after her mother died, but Sanemi was desperately trying to find her the whole time.

Thus, everything happened exactly the way both Y/N and Sanemi said it did, but their grief prohibited them from stepping back and seeing the broader picture — so their interpretation, though objectively true, is still distorted. This translates into other things as well, such as Y/N constantly misinterpreting Sanemi’s motives and efforts to make things right between them, because otherwise, it wouldn’t square with the understanding she has of what happened and why. She thinks he’s using her for convenience; he’s actually letting her use him in any way she wants just so he can have a chance to take care of her. She accuses him of being possessive because he feels entitled to her affection, but he actually loves her (deeply), and is terrified of losing her, because she is quite literally wasting away in front of him. She says he doesn’t care about her, yet she won’t let him. He tries to talk to her about everything right after they start hooking up, yet she refuses to engage. She runs away. She’s cold, and she shuts him down harshly even when he tries to offer her bare minimum affection and care (this also is supposed to contrast with what we know as the Reader, which is that she is still very much in love with him). We also find out that Sanemi spent every other weekend taking flowers to her mother’s grave — again, shattering that illusion she’s created in her mind that he doesn’t care about her.

It’s not until they finally hash everything out in the kitchen at Tengen’s that both realize they’ve been focusing on one narrow part of a much larger picture, and that they’ve both let their grief blind themselves to one another. When Y/N finally steps back and looks at the whole instead of the part, the illusion shatters. Love is the final phantasmagoria. Y/N realizes that she’s mistakenly believed she was running away from love (and thus, Sanemi) only to realize that not only has she been running in circles, but Sanemi has been running opposite of her the whole time. They’re two sides of the same coin; they were bound to crash into one another at some point.

This is just like, a bird’s eye overview of the mind map that I drew out in my journal for Phanta, and I’m sure I’m leaving something out. If y’all have any thoughts, I’m always happy to hear them (seriously).

Thank you for the ask, and I apologize that I went off the deep end lmao.

[dolphin1812]

The weather that Hugo describes feels very indicative of the mood in Paris, with the winds of cholera brewing a storm of popular anger. With respect to Gavroche, though, this is immediately relevant in that it makes him cold (and Magnon’s children are freezing, too). The cold is especially bad since, like his sister, he often goes several days without eating and wears rags.

Watching Gavroche take charge is so cute! He tries to seem so confident in front of the younger kids (saying that having nowhere to sleep isn't a big problem, for instance) even though he’s also suffering. As we saw with Mabeuf earlier, he’s genuinely generous, too. Not only is he helping these children, but he gives his scarf to a poorly clothed girl, demonstrating his general kindness and good nature. The girl’s lack of a response reminds me of the line from before about the Thénardier children not noticing their new siblings because they were too impoverished to be aware of their surroundings. It’s a sad parallel, but it reflects well on Gavroche’s character. And his kindness and confidence work! The kids are soon happier! They’re all still in a horrible situation, but he’s lifted their spirits.

His exchange with Montparnasse is hilarious. He has no respect for him whatsoever. On the one hand, that lack of respect is one of the many gamin traits Hugo listed that Gavroche embodies. On the other, though, it shows his casual familiarity with crime. Montparnasse isn’t scary to Gavroche because he already knows his world, using the same slang and recognizing the people Montparnasse talks about. As for Montparnasse, his ease around Gavroche is a reminder of where he came from. He was a gamin, too, so Gavroche is equally familiar to him. It’s funny to read, but it does indicate that Montparnasse’s life is one of the most likely options for Gavroche’s future if he manages to age out of being a gamin. That Montparnasse seems cool to the young children probably isn’t a good sign for gamins more broadly, either, as he may seem appealing to children with so few options even though he’s horrible.

(And he’s not even that good at crime!)

I love how he warns Gavroche about the officer, though! It’s a kind gesture, and it’s clever! According to Donougher, in the French, there’s assonance with the syllable “deeg” in everything he says (“je te dis,” “ma digue,” “si vous me prodiguez dix gros sous,” “d’y goupiner,” “mardi gras”). 

And we’ve reached the heavily symbolic elephant! Gavroche literally lives in the ruins of empire. Hugo says we can’t know what it means, so in that sense, we should be careful not to overestimate how clear its meanings are, but that he explicitly states that it’s difficult to know also pushes us to search for symbols in it. And it’s not all bad! It’s grand and majestic (maybe even “great!”), like Napoleon I was to Hugo. But it’s also a carcass that’s being worn away by time, and it’s unpleasant to look at for “respectable” people in particular (much like its gamin inhabitants are ignored and looked down on). 

And it’s also been replaced. Hugo frames it as an inevitable change like that of classes, drawing on 19th-century theories of the “natural development” of societies to explain why the elephant’s era ended. The emphasis on ideas over power feels like an indirect criticism of the Napoleons, with the idea of a republic being the progress that their dictatorial power can’t counter. 

That aspect, in general, feels the most significant. Napoleon did some good; his elephant is now a shelter for Gavroche, and his rule inspired many in France by giving them hope that they, too, could advance socially and that their country would be influential. But this is a hollow sort of “good.” The elephant is a shelter, but only because there are homeless children who need it (and, as Hugo points out, it was a real need; the fiction here is based on a real case). France’s empire couldn’t last because it was against republican principles in France and across Europe. If the elephant was in such a bad state so soon after Napoleon I, then, imagine how much worse it would be to bring its idea back with Napoleon III! 

Hugo even says that the good of the elephant came from God, not Napoleon!

Another note: the elephant is for someone that other doors are closed to, once again illustrating the importance of open doors. Gavroche wouldn’t need the elephant if he weren’t a social outcast. His poverty would not be this desperate if people respected him and helped him.

His use of the wire is very creative! But that it’s all from animal enclosures in the Jardin des Plantes drives home that animals have more than he does (and are given more by society). It’s worse than Valjean not having a place to stay when the dog had a house, in a way, because at least the dog was tied to a family in some way, either as a pet or a work animal; the animals of the Jardin des Plantes are there as a spectacle alone, and it’s for that spectacle that they’re given good quality things. His narration is hilarious, but it’s heartbreaking, too.

[24hrfrog]

Random pop in between work but I need to get over this year old salt wound off my chest.

if ur gonna be very obviously “inspired” by another persons design. say it. tag the artist or mention it in ur description. if you dont ur just copying/stealing and potentially tracing, especially in the eyes of the artist you ripped off when they find it. it’s social media sweetheart, everyone can see you.

some designs can be very personal to artists, for example when i make a version of a favorite character of mine EA because I am and I want my favorite character to look like me as well. i put thought and love into their design and even add stuff to have this character literally look like me

It’s embarrassing that people copy the exact facial traits and even clothing design to a tee of another artist’s design and don’t say that they got obviously inspired by that person. And than the said person who got ripped off finds the design with no credit whatsoever and just think “are you fucking serious rn.” it takes someone asking in the comments for this person to come out and say who they took from 💀

and when they don’t change the design they got “inspired” by except for moving one small color into it, that’s not called being inspired that’s called copying. literally from the pattern on the shirt to the accessories on the side thats literally copying— ok i think im good thats all out now

god i hate specific fandoms. (this is not abt top gun lmao)

if i could redact fanart from everyones minds and the internet completely i would in a second to prevent stupid acts like this.

[revvetha]

I rly don't know what to do with my life at this point, everything is so stagnant. I am so unbelievably uncomfortable everywhere all the time. I hate the clothes I wear, and at nearly 30 I still keep thinking some day a switch will flip and then I will finally start dressing how I want and feel that I deserve it. More than anything I hate every inch of my flat, it's not a home and I'm never comfortable there. I know I literally will never be happy or able to rest and heal while I'm renting. This space isn't mine, to the point where touching its walls and floors and my own furniture actively disgusts me.

I used to be so so smart and now my mind has just stopped working. I've basically stopped writing my PhD and I no longer care about it. Those five years were utterly pointless. And now I cannot engage with any new knowledge or information whatsoever, anything new freaks me out and my brain completely blocks it. I can barely think about anything at all. All I can do is relisten over and over to podcasts I already know. I need a change, but I know change will not be possible while I live in a place I despise. I need to move out, but even though I could afford it easily there is just no place to go. And on top of that I don't even know if I want to stay in this city or even in this country. How on Earth do you decide where to live for the rest of your life? God, the thought of settling down and staying in the same place for a whole decade or even longer freaks me the fuck out. Especially alone. The only thing I would have been happy to actually dedicate my life to is no longer possible, and even a year later I still haven't managed to accept that in the slightest. I have no idea how to stop chasing after what I know to be a pipe dream. So I don't know if I just need a reset in a new country or something. My life is going nowhere and I don't know what to do, all I know is that I'm miserable and uncomfortable and terrified all the time and have been for well over a year.

The fact that I don't get a second try at this life is fucking kiling me. Everything I want to do, I have to do while I'm alive right now currently. Genuinely how is a human being supposed to live with that