#this is the first proper project I've done without being able to go to the lab

[daisywords]

anyway life is better when you let yourself just get a lil crazy and make stuff

process photos under the cut as always

the good news: finally started* my new bookbinding project (making a sketchbook for a birthday present for my brother—I think I'm going to do some variant of a sewn boards binding if I can find some kind of card with the right weight. thinking of doing some kind of loz design or at least a sword on the cover? also I found the scraps of gold leaf I scavenged from the trash this has so much potential)

the bad news: it's 1 am and the high of starting something is making me. not tired

*folded the signatures and that's all

[wishing-stones]

Updates

Apologies for the lack of updates on any R&R content lately, the brain does not want to do it LMAO

Instead, I've started work on another multi-chapter fic: Ready Aim Fire (With... punctuation in the title pending)

This would be the Star Sanses x Paintball Reader fic. I've gotten a few chapters written, but unlike R&R, RAF has a beta. Should help with continuity errors and the like. I won't be posting any of it until it's been gone over.

I'm not abandoning R&R, but I'm having difficulty getting started on the content I want to write for it. Nothing good comes out of what gets forced, so I'm directing my creative energies elsewhere.

Additionally, my workstation has been moved. I do the vast majority (98% or better) of my writing at work because the lulls in responsibilities and tasks are often wide and boring. Without real consultation, my station was moved out into the open a little more (where I previously sat in a corner specialized for my job) with the manager occasionally sitting over my shoulder.

Feeling like I'm being babysat does not help my creativity in the slightest, and I feel like I have to kind of... hunch over to be able to write anything without someone reading over my shoulder. Even writing the most innocuous of things, I haaatteee people reading over my shoulder. It's already happened once at this job (I was editing a site page at the time) and I really don't want it to happen again.

Fortunately, the manager both isn't here very often, and doesn't like the setup. I'm hoping this is a very temporary thing. My back is also to the office printer, so I have a pretty steady stream of people behind my desk a lot. That isn't new, but it's more difficult to handle now than it was before.

Also contributing to my lack of ability to make anything is the somewhat unfortunate complete-attention-grab of Baldur's Gate 3, since my partner and I got it on our PS5 to play couch co-op. BG3 has my brain in a chokehold LMAO. I'm trying to evenly split hyperfixation between my projects and the new fandom/special interest, but BG3 is winning that LOL

Also, the domesticity of the first half of RAF is not as exciting for me to write. I'm struggling through a chapter because there's nothing really going on. Still have to make it engaging without dragging ass, so I've rewritten six paragraphs already. I also have to work with a couple of characters I'm not as practiced in writing, and I'm trying to do that well. (Neither of whom were in R&R, for the record.)

I've seen a couple of things for R&R floating around in the wild (ie, not shown directly to me; either I saw it in passing, or friends showed it to me) and it's absolutely mind-boggling that my work is as inspiring as it is, and that people talk about me without talking to me. It almost doesn't feel real. Thank you guys.

Speaking of R&R, I haven't done a proper promotion for this, and it's a crime:

If you enjoyed R&R, especially from a character interaction standpoint, you will absolutely love Rubble&Ramparts by Hiddenshadowwolf on Ao3

Here's a link

The story's premise is: what if the events of Chapter 20 didn't go so smoothly? If everyone got injured in the fight, not just Ren and Dust. What would happen if Baggs was in over his head trying to make sure everyone survives? The answer is to accost a nurse from a very mundane AU to help out, but... there's more to her than meets the eye.

Ru&Ra follows Alexis, a nurse, as she navigates the prickly personalities of Nightmare's crew, discovers and learns about magic, and becomes entangled in the complex web of events that follow xGaster's attack.

Every new chapter is a wonderful treat and an absolute goldmine of characterization and study. You can feel the love and effort put into it.

If you're over there chewing the walls waiting for content from me, go read this, it'll scratch the itch very effectively.

For now, I'll happily take continued questions about the fics, the casts, and the characters. You can ask about RAF, but some things might get a very vague answer if they're spoilery.

Thanks guys!

[dashofmonsters]

I'm trying & Writing Update

These last couple of weeks have been a nightmare~

I am drained but I'm still trying to get back into writing. I'm currently going back through all of my notes online and putting them in proper notebooks for editing.

Yesterday I was supposed to work on an update but my son is having separation anxiety so I hung out with him instead.

I do plan on having the next Dreamers & Delusions part updated either this weekend or next Friday. I'm like halfway through it before I go back and do a light read to edit it.

I'm also hoping to get back into working on my novel, I had to shelf the project due to some medical and mental health reasons and now that I'm ebbing back into writing I'm hoping to jump back into it soon.

I've also made a difficult decision and will be shelfing Night Classes for a heavy editing of what I have so far. I like the concept I brought forth with it but parts of it feel very forced on my end. I don't think I was in a good place when I started writing it to be quite honest. I don't want to force the story any further without having a better grip on the world and characters.

Also once I am done with Dreamers & Delusions and have the first draft of my story done I plan to get right back into Masks. There will also be some editing before I start back up again and reformatting of my notes for the story as I have unfortunately lost my original notes during one of my moves.

I'll be taking things slow for the time being as I'm still healing from home and work stress. Things are somewhat mellowing out but I don't think that I'll be able to set myself onto a better schedule until my son's at least 2 or 3 XD

[simp999]

Philia: Platonic Love. Dexx / Sniper

Wc: 2.5k

Cw: alcohol consumption, drunk characters. (Affectionate)

A/n: Okay so. Dexx is my Tf2 OC(@emotionally-creative-rogue), and the Sniper featured in this fanfic is meant to be @emotionally-alive-sniper - beloved friend Electro's. We chat often and thanks to his silly ideas on what Sniper would be like when tipsy; here we are.

A/n 2: I know what I usually write is x Reader stuff- and that will continue to happen! But I've been wanting to test the waters with OC stuff as well, so I'll leave a section of my masterlist to Dexx for the time being.

[kinda related drawing at the end!!]

Themes: Comfort, fluff

Taglist: @electro-omen

Masterlist

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It was a slow and quiet night at the base- well, as much as it could be. Light, muffled stomping could be heard through the walls as Scout ran around, and Soldier’s voice projected off the walls as usual. It was all white noise at this point.

Dexx had grown used to the chaos for the most part. It was calmer than usual as this was everyone’s first ceasefire day in a while- a deserved break that everyone seemed to be taking advantage of in their own ways. Dexx had gotten lots of drawing done during the day, along with some target practice. Now he wore some big, baggy pants, and his purple pajama top with moons littering it- not fully buttoned up, of course; as if he’d ever wear an outfit properly.

But now he sat in bed kicking his feet, bored, plushie in hand. They couldn’t quite place their finger on the feeling. Loneliness? No- well, he was used to being alone, and rather enjoyed it. But as out of character as it might sound, he craved interaction. No- that’s still not right. He doesn’t want to play a game of darts or poker with everyone, but he also doesn’t want to stay alone sitting in his bed. Just what is it?

He hopped out of bed, carefully placing the plushie near his main pillow and just barely covering it with his blanket, offering it a small pat. He slowly walked around his room, looking for something to cure his boredom. They didn’t really want to focus on one specific task per se- just something to occupy their mind. At a time like this, usually, something like hand puzzles or difficult riddles would be his go-to, but it wasn’t exactly a brain workout that they were looking for. Just something to occupy his body. Something mindless, even.

As he came across his desk, he saw a drawing that Pyro had come to make earlier of the two of them hugging. He absentmindedly smiled at it. Pyro sometimes swung by simply for some parallel play; it was well-known that the two artists would often hang out. It’s still odd to think how quickly they seemed to attract to each other since their first meeting. But luckily for Dexx, he managed to befriend the Pyromaniac without effort. Not to mention, it was definitely better to have them call you a friend rather than a foe. 

Pyro told them that he could keep the drawing, and he was glad to do so. That’s when he noticed that there was no date attached. So he took the nearest marker and scribbled a very small date in the corner. He then absentmindedly pocketed the marker.

Bored, so bored, but his mind was a tad too tired to want to feel occupied. He wouldn’t’ve been able to put proper effort into a drawing, puzzle, or story if he tried. He heard a constant static ringing in their ears, but that was normal. It was always there, but there were some times when it was more tuned in than others. Luckily, it wasn’t all he could hear today. 

He let out a breath as he debated facing the mercs. Not really interacting with them- just wanting to make it to the fridge, but who knew if he was gonna get stuck in a sudden conversation or ‘side quest’. He was comfortable enough lying down in his bed for the rest of the night; his lights were already off, after all.  Only a small desk lamp that often stayed on was illuminating the room in a warm glow.

He considered his options.

Eh, maybe they’ll find a bag of chips or something. Nothing sounds perfect- no texture sounds necessarily good at the moment, but just anything to keep busy. He wasn’t tired enough to sleep; it was more of a mentally, comfortably drained rather than physically. He’d just like to end the night in a calm way.

Eventually, they looked back to the plushie that was tucked in on their bed and decided to make their way into the hall, with no exact destination set. The plan was the fridge, but the night could guide him anywhere.

Thankfully, nobody forced a conversation. He received a wave from Engineer which he returned and softly smiled at, and Scout had run past him asking for help while being chased by Soldier to which he replied; “Sounds like a personal problem to me,” With a grin. 

Once he found himself a bag of chips to snack on, he once again felt somewhat lost. They surveyed the area, checking in to figure out what each of the other mercs were up to. He leaned against the wall as he grabbed a small handful of chips. Nothing interesting, everyone seemed to be up to their own devices. However, three people were missing. Medic, who was most likely hidden away in his lab, Spy, in his smoking room, and Sniper. In his van. Or maybe out for a walk? Or at one of his sniping spots? Hm. Funny how all the support classes always hide away.

Now that the thought crossed their mind, the night air did sound somewhat refreshing. He’d seen that it was a clear sky too, and he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to admire the stars. 

With his bag of chips in hand- some stuffed in his cheeks- he chucked on a pair of boots, not bothering to properly tie them up as he was only going to walk to Sniper’s van. Presumably. 

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Soon, a soft, lazy knock reverberated through Sniper’s van. There appeared to be no lights on, but Dexx knew better. The moonlight was light enough that night as is, and he wasn’t one to oppose living in the dark. He understood. Hell, he rarely had their own lights on- sensitivity and all that. It was better with them off- fewer headaches and whatnot. 

It wasn’t rare for Dexx to pop up unannounced. Still, it wasn’t a nightly occurrence, but Sniper knew to not need to be too cautious anymore. Which is why Dexx silently questioned why it took a little longer for him to come to unlock the van’s door. Did he hear stumbling? Ah well, doesn’t matter.

“Hey, Roo.”

Sniper stood, leaning on the doorway.

“Hey.”

Dexx’s voice was muffled as he spoke with his mouth full. A few moments, a swallow, and he spoke up again.

“Ya gonna let me in?” 

They gestured behind Sniper with a nod of their head. Sniper seemed a bit… dazed? Didn’t seem like something to worry about, though. It wasn’t a surprise that he had a shitty sleep schedule too- so the possibility of him being sleep-deprived was there.

“Hm..? Oh! Uh, yeah. C’mon in.” 

Sniper slightly stumbled aside to let Dexx in. His speech was a little slower than usual.

Dexx raised a brow as he hopped into the camper, silently offering Sniper the bag of chips. They kicked their boots off and took the bag back before making their way over to Sniper’s couch/collapsable table. He comfortably lay back, letting his left arm drape over the back of the couch, and was tempted to kick his feet up if the couch weren’t so small. That’s when he noticed the ‘issue’.

“Ohhh, that’s what’s goin’ on.”

It took Sniper an extra few seconds to process what Dexx was talking about, before his gaze landed on the few emptied bottles of beer, one recently opened. 

Well, making the most of their day off, huh? It did no one any harm, after all. And they weren’t one to judge.

Sniper’s gaze lowered, even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about; Maybe it was Dexx’s tone that made him uneasy. But he was quickly reassured when the recently opened bottle was suddenly in Dexx’s right hand, then brought to their lips. Before taking a sip, he caught the way Sniper was looking at him and spoke;

“You don’t mind, do ya?” 

Sniper shook his head, and Dexx took a swig. It wasn’t too late in the night anyway, and Dexx wouldn’t mind the static getting blurred for a small while. He trusted Sniper, after all.

Sniper sat beside Dexx, letting himself relax into the couch. He was aware that the both of them hated small talk with a passion, so he opted to stay quiet. It was more comfortable that way. Until Dexx broke the silence.

“Ya seen the starts tonight?”

He shook his head. He hadn’t left his camper since before sundown.

“Should. Sky’s clear, and they’re pretty as always. Can see a buncha constellations.”

Sniper half nodded. He enjoyed checking out the stars as well, but he honestly felt more comfortable staying right there. Though, he could have probably been sitting more comfortably. As he was considering moving, Dexx gently threw his legs over Sniper’s lap. The pressure was surprisingly nice, and it allowed Sniper to lean back more comfortably. He copied the way Dexx rested their arm over the back of the couch. 

A radio played quiet music in the background, the current song being ‘Cooler than me’. Slowly, the static tuned out. Dexx closed his eyes and lay his head back to appreciate the quietness of his mind. Though he could never hope to imagine it’d be silent, comforting white noise was the best he could get. He could hear the warm buzz of the fridge, the crickets outside, the radio that sometimes cut for a moment. They got to relax and enjoy it. 

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

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“Yer handsome. An’ a lil’ blurry. But real handsome.” 

Dexx opened an eye to focus on Sniper. Did he really just say that? It wasn’t exactly a big deal but… what could have spurred this on?

“Hm?” 

Was all that they could manage. Primarily, he was confused. Unused to such random compliments. But he was also glad. Reassured. In some odd way, at least this meant that Sniper was comfortable enough with their presence.

“Jus’- don’ have the guts ta say it. Usually.”

Oh, that’s right. Forgot about that.

Dexx let out a light chuckle at the realization. Sniper’s just a little less reserved, and a little more relaxed right now. 

“‘Preciate it. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Dexx took another swing.

“...I don’t think you get it. You’re..”

He struggled to find the words that were already meshed together.

“I admire the way you… present yourself. Without a care in the world of what others think. You don’t care about your image.”

Sniper spoke slowly and slurred, it still wasn’t the exact phrasing he had hoped for, but he couldn’t muster any better at the moment. Dexx closed his eyes and thought for a second. With a low hum, he spoke;

“Can I let you in on a secret?”Sniper nodded, even though he wasn’t exactly expecting an answer. He was content without one. Dexx twirled the liquid around in the bottle and focused on it.

“I do care. As much as I like to say fuck what others think, I value the opinions of people I care about.”

Another drink, and he set the empty glass down.

“But- usually, the people I end up caring about seem to like me too for some odd reason, so it works out.”

Sniper tilted his head to the side and burrowed a brow, trying to put the words together.

“Don’t take shit from the people that wouldn’t offer you good.” 

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass. Dexx gently moves the small curtain of the window aside to gaze at the stars while Sniper’s still hooked on Dexx’s words,

Has he ever offered Dexx any good, though? Now that he thinks of it, he hasn’t done all that much, right?

“...Does my opinion matter to you?”It doesn’t take any time for Dexx to come up with an answer. 

“‘Course, Dee. I don’t think y'know how much you’ve actually helped me. I’ve learned to trust a lot more reliably now more than ever thanks to you.”

The confusion on his face only showed more. They didn’t give any examples; it just didn’t make sense. Dexx quickly caught onto his expression.

“Do you not remember the times you managed to help me escape the crowd? Don’t think I miss the way you’ve saved my ass with a few lucky shots, too,-”

“-But I think my favorite part is when I get to just… be with you. Hang out in the same room. Doesn’t matter if we talk- or even interact at all. It brings a great deal of comfort to me." He takes a small breath in.

"You make me comfortable.” 

Dexx took a moment to plan out his next sentence; it was beginning to get a little fuzzy, now.

“You just… being there improves my mood.”

Dexx closes the little curtain and allows his newly blurred gaze to focus on Sniper.

“So… thanks. For being around.” 

Sniper couldn’t help the way his gaze softened. 

Maybe professionals don’t have to have standards- just for a night.

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Dexx wiggled around a bit, noticing how sore their back was getting. They sat up, stretching out their legs a bit as well as their back before trying a new position. But that still wasn’t comfortable enough. So they tried a new one. One more try, and he gave up. He stood up, wobbled a few feet, and then plopped down on Sniper’s bed. Sniper let out a quiet chuckle at the sound of the bedsheets being disrupted.

“Ya gettin’ tired, Stardust?” 

Dexx replied with a muffled voice, but raised his head to repeat himself.

“C’mere.”

Once Sniper stood up and stumbled over, Dexx properly sat up and laid his back against a pile of pillows that he had adjusted. Which left no pillows left to lie down on,

“N’ where m’ I s’pose ta lie down?”

Dexx opened his arms to Sniper.

“Said c’mere.” 

Dexx didn’t wanna force Sniper into any physical contact if he didn’t want it, which is why he wasn’t initiating it outright. Sniper followed through though, and sat beside Dexx, taking a moment before properly laying his head on their chest. Dexx could now rest his head atop Sniper’s, and Sniper could hear their heartbeat. They sat like this, enjoying the not-so-silent silence together. This also allowed Dexx to easily clasp his hands together as a light hug.

“‘Preciate you, Dee. So much.”

Dexx mumbled against his hair, struggling more and more to find sincere words, but he did his best. Dexx broke his hold on his own hand, opting to gently cradle Sniper’s instead.

They were both in desperate need of someone to simply be there for the longest time. And here they were, finally finding each other. There was no pressure. Neither of them cared for any stupid romantic relationships, but they both just needed attention. 

Was that so difficult to understand? 

A friend to cuddle and stargaze with? 

Someone to trust? 

That’s all. 

The next lines were hushed, but still comprehensible;

“Luv ya, Stardust.”

“Love you too, Dee.” 

Is platonic love so hard to understand?

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Oct.2,23

[whmp]

in case you're just here for the good stuff, i'll be tagging my personal ramblings as #whmpersonal so you can avoid em BUT this is tangentially related to the game project i'm working on, so stick around i guess? tl;dr: i'll probably make a more coherent post where I ask ppl for help (especially artists). also, i'll be more attentive and answer your asks faster, hopefully. : )

anyway, after a bit of a "review" of my creative process (and i guess my uhh way of living in general?) i've noticed that it's a huge clusterfuck. and that it has been since i was a kid. without some external pressure or an imposed structure (like deadlines, parents or strongly worded emails) i just sort of relied on random surges of productivity to carry me through life. on one hand, it's kinda fun: most of the time i'm not doing anything valuable and then all of a sudden i condense weeks worth of work into several sleepless days during which i feel like An Immortal Unstoppable God. lighting bolts shoot from my fingertips, my eyes glow in the dark, and my caffeine-to-blood volume ratio is hovering around 1.

unfortunately, it's not really sustainable. the "not doing anything valuable" stage that takes up most of my time is not me just chilling. it's me freaking the fuck out about not doing anything despite wanting to and finding myself just. not able to. not to mention that some things just need minor, but constant maintenance - at best i'd just forget about them and face the consequences later on. at worst i'd be acutely aware of them while procrastinating, clueless as to what's wrong with me.

couple that with a couple other unhealthy habits, a microscopic attention span and wow, i fit like all the criteria for adhd. i gotta admit i was super sceptical at first when doing any research, since, well. how the fuck am i even supposed to gain any unbiased insight into this. anyway, i spent a stupid amount of money on an official diagnosis (seriously why is this not covered by insurance gsygx), it took a million meetings and tests and i get a piece of paper that says i have add and deserve some medication.

this has also made me realize that i'm spread out super thin when it comes to projects. i love every single one of them, but im going to have to be a bit more realistic in terms of what can remain in "when it's done" limbo and what needs a bit of a push. the whump game is unique in that it's not just me who wants this to eventually get released. so! what this means is that it needs a proper, project structure. not a .txt on my desktop where i keep a backlog of missing features. but must important of all, it needs ~*people*~. this is the first time i took a step back and estimated how much time everything would take me and yeahhhh i was being very optimistic when i said "playable build in 2023" lol. i've been hesitant to ask for help bc 1. i'm stubborn : ) 2. im bad at coordinating stuff 3. i can't pay ppl - like seriously, there is one person making a model for me (if you're reading this sorry i didn't ask if you want a tag but this is just a personal post where i keep yapping) and it's looking so clean and professional,,, you gotta sell this as an asset.

HOWEVER im getting past the mentality of "i gotta do as much as i can by myself". and also taking meds so that im able to focus on tasks (both gamedev-related and others) and actually pay attention to what im doing. which is great news for development! and answering asks! ill be making a dev post where i tag all the ppl and will also ask for help.

that's it. im on a train rn and bored out of my mind so this is why this post exists, sorry. anyway check out this screenshot of a moment in clone high that i relate to deeply.

[focusandrelaxforme]

Documenting My Subject's Hypno Slavery Journey (Part 13)

This entry is going to be a bit different from the usual. As stated in the last entry, I asked KittySub to write what her goals were with her submission and hypnosis.

There are two parts to this. In the first, KittySub was fully awake and gave serious time and thought to what she wanted. In the second, KittySun was taken deep into trance and made completely mindless before being given the same instructions.

The difference between the two is fascinating. Even aside from the contents, the difference in formatting and style of writing is noticeable. To preserve these differences, I've done no editing on either entry.

Personally, I did this because the first list left me with some questions as to whether these were her goals because they were things she wanted, or whether they were things she thought I wanted.

As always, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Awake and Alert:

Goals Fitness/ health:

To be considered healthy at the doctors office..and to not be embarrassed by the scale.

To be able to do my workout videos with less struggle and not have to do the easier versions of exercises. Example: proper push ups

To have a balanced diet. To be able to eat a moderate amount of junk food and not feel guilty or eat too much. Also to find new healthy recipes to try.

To fit into average sized clothes..like medium and large.

Submissive goals:

To be completely obedient to you and not hesistate when given instructions. To trust that you have my best interest at heart.

To be able to talk freely and not feel embarrassed to ask things or feel like you will leave. To make you feel comfortable with me as well .

To remember all my protocols well and not forget things.

To be able to swallow cum without hesistation. And to be able give a really good blowjob and to make a man cum directly down my throat without gagging.

To be completely owned and collared by you.. if you want me.

To be lent out to others you approve of.

To keep up with our reddit blog.

To forget anything you have put inside me is there. Including my dildo.

To never hesistate to give a blowjob if asked by my husband or you. Sometimes I frown at him a bit

To always want my holes filled for you. To be desperate and needy to play for you whenever. To be happy with just edging.. and not necessarily need an orgasm.

Wife/Mom goals:

To keep the house relatively clean.

To cook more.

To do more art work/ projects for selfcare.

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In Trance and Mindless:

my goals for training and conditioning

be completely obedient..with no hesitation feel completely owned..and have no control or any way you talk myself out of doing something to be the best at giving blowjobs and to willingly take any cum down my throat. to never gag. and to deep throat well to never know when there's a toy in me to go deep quickly and seamlessly for my Master to keep Masters as my own..and not have to look for another Master again to never disappoint Master. I don't like it when he is mad..it makes me upset.. and depressed. to be a healthy slave. to be able to sit in any position needed by me for however loving it is asked of me. to be able to complete all basically exercises with no help. to be collared to be treated well as a slave and feel like I am a good girl to be able to take large c9cks in any hole without hesitation. a good slave should be wet and ready whenever her Master needs her to be. to be able to edge and cum whoever asked on command. I want to be a needy horny slave for my Master at all times. to always eat healthy and not even crave sweets. and only have the occasional naughty dessert. to cum from intense workouts. to have more voice trances with my Master.. I miss his voice vibrating in my head. to keep up with Masters dark humor. to fit into any outfit I want to wear.. even super slutty ones or bikinis. to feel more confident and smart at work..and to be able to tell rude people to go fuck themselves..in a professional way.

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[pedropascalunofficial]

Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey

Head to head interview

Hunger Magazine, Issue 6. Released December 28, 2014. Photoshoot October 15, 2013.

Thirteen million. That's the number of people, on average, who tuned into each episode of the third season of Game of Thrones. Among them was Chilean actor Pedro Pascal, who was as enthralled by the sex and slaughter as the rest of us. But little did he know that within a few months he'd be pitching up on the shores of Belfast to join the cast as Oberyn Martell, affectionately known as the Red Viper. Sound ominous? It is. The Red Viper is GoTs newest anti-hero, “sexy and charming but driven by hate”. Sounds like he'll be right at home.

Pedro, on the other hand, though he looks good on paper, wasn't the obvious choice for the role. Expecting a big name to ride into King’s Landing, the show's fans took to forums to express their concerns as soon as the news broke. So is he worried? Like hell he is. “The fans had the part cast in their minds already. They knew who they wanted and it certainly was not me. But I'm not stupid, | presumed that people were going to say ‘who the fuck is this guy’. Since I anticipated the reaction it didn't throw me off.”

“There are so many different ways to go into battle with yourself when you're trying to get a job. I felt a certain amount of pressure because I wanted to make everyone happy. The fan base is so specific and, as a fan myself, I understand the relationship that they have with the show. The Red Viper is the best part I've ever played, and in season four shocks come at the most unexpected times. You might think you know, but you have no idea,” he explains.

Looks like the Red Viper could be in line to fill a Walter-White-sized-hole in television, but to test the theory we pit Pascal against Lena Headey, aka the Queen. Because if you can come away from Cersei unscathed, you can handle anything.

LH: So, Pedro, you come into Game of Thrones in season four, playing a pretty major character. Does that fill you with joy or dread?

PP: I'd say it fills me with joy because it’s a really fucking fun part. He’s a badass. He comes up against a lot of the main characters in the show. I'm very aware of the show. I watch it like a fan.

LH: Were you a fan before you arrived in Belfast?

PP: Yeah, I was a proper fan. I was caught up in the drama of it before I even auditioned for the part. I was already up to speed.

LH: I remember meeting you and thinking, “he fucking loves the show’.

PP: I kissed your ass.

LH: Well, it worked. We're friends now.

PP: I was like a tourist visiting the set, and yet I had to act with you and be in a scene with the characters that I had such a specific association with already.

LH: So you’re saying it’s boring?

PP: No, it wasn’t boring at all. It was extremely, relentlessly surreal.

LH: And who were your favourite characters up until that point?

PP: Not you.

LH: I realise that!

PP: There are too many characters to have a favourite, but I was fascinated by the Lannisters because they're so frightening. They scared me and then you would come in and pull sympathy from your audience somehow, and I found that rather fascinating. The Northerners were so easy to like or get behind, but it was quite something to see people sympathise with a Lannister, after you made people see things from their perspective.

LH: Speaking of being slightly ambiguous as a character, you come in as a major player and a very well-loved character in the eyes of people who read the books, and he’s somewhat of an anti-hero. Did you base him on anyone?

PP: What does an anti-hero mean exactly?

LH: It means he doesn't wear deodorant, doesn't it? [Laughs]. Someone you shouldn't champion, but you do, like Walter White in Breaking Bad.

PP: No, | didn’t really base him on anyone.

LH: Did you take anything from classic movies that you thought you could use and spin to your advantage playing the Red Viper?

PP: God, that’s a good question. I probably did subconsciously. Now I feel under the spotlight because I need to think of somebody, and I have so many in my mind! I think that’s something that is happening a lot in TV today: the anti-heroes are central to these television shows, and people are really getting behind them, even though they're not necessarily the most moral characters. So I'd say that ‘ve become more familiar with the character who's obviously very flawed but gets you on their side — you have complicated feelings about them. But I think I saw the story too much from this character's perspective to perceive any flaws.

LH: He has some.

PP: I know, from the outside. But I don't see any of them. What are his flaws?

LH: His flaws? He's a dirty bastard!

PP: Why is he a dirty bastard? He likes to fucking fight, for sure.

LH: Back to you as an actor. You've done it for a long time and, as we all know, the path is not always golden, and sometimes you think, “fuck it” and you want to leave it and do something else. Have there been moments where you wanted to give up?

PP: Yes, there have been moments where I came very close to giving up. But I never had anything to fall back on. I think you can understand that.

LH: Because were stupid?

PP: We're stupid.

LH: I can't even make pizza!

PP: We don’t have any other skills.

LH: None at all!

PP: And that’s the odd conundrum. You get to a point where you think, “This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t sustainable. I'm too exhausted, and it can't be good for me.” There were moments where I truly did try to formulate an idea of what I'd do. I thought I'd go back to school, start pre-med again and go to medical school or something like that.

LH: But that didn't happen, you just thought about it?

PP: Yes, I'd have thoughts, but it was still fantasy really. But at the time it felt like a practical life plan. Do you know what I mean?

LH: Yeah of course, you need to pay the fucking rent.

PP: Exactly. You just try to escape from the chaos of what you're feeling by trying to create order in your life. Order seems like a solution to save you from the pain of acting!

LH: It's a mental pain. Who was the first person you called when you got the role?

PP: My sister.

LH: Does she watch the show?

PP: Yes, she does.

LH: Pedro Pascal... or Pablo as I called you when I had too much wine, which was deeply insulting.

PP: Even family members have done that to me! Do I look more like a Pablo? Because it happens with about ninety-five percent of the people I meet.

LH: No, I think I’m just an ignorant drunk person.

PP: No, you were an ignorant drunk person that night is what you're saying.

LH: And now I’m educated.

PP: [Whispers] But | want you to call me Pablo.

LH: Ok, Pablo! When you first arrived on set in Northern Ireland, what was your feeling showing up to a bunch of British actors? Did it feel different to doing an American project?

PP: Yes, but I loved it. It wasn’t intimidating. I found it surreal because I’d watched and loved the show. I hadn't had the opportunity to work on something that I was really familiar with before, so it was overwhelming. But it was far more delightful than intimidating. Also you guys were really cool. Everyone was friendly.

LH: Oh, that’s just fake.

PP: Well, you guys were good at it!

LH: We know Game of Thrones is very popular obviously. Do you have any thoughts, or fears, about what this is going to bring you in terms of exposure?

PP: I have hope.

LH: Oh, God. I don’t mean to shatter that, but give it up.

PP: I don’t know really. It’s all been filmed, and now I'm back to my normal routine, so I haven't really thought about it. I remember when we finished filming and we were on our way to the airport, you asked me, “How does it feel you're all done?” and I couldn't really answer.

LH: You were quite emotional that day.

PP: I was very emotional because I’d had such an amazing time doing the part. Also just being there immersed in the experience... You described it to me best. You told me how I'd be feeling.

LH: We don't know your character's backstory when you enter the show, and you have some rather brutal scenes. Anyone who has read the books will know what I’m talking about.

PP: My character comes in, he stirs a bunch of shit up, and then he makes this fucking enormous exit. Now can | ask you a question?

LH: What is it? I’m not going to sleep with you. Give it up.

PP: Oh, come on! This has gone to shit and it’s your fault, so good luck to whoever has to edit it! But anyway, sometimes I'd hang out with the cast members and we'd go to dinner and they would get stopped constantly. There was no denying who they played because they were so recognisable, but you got away with it because you have this beautiful blonde wig on in the show, and in real life you are...

LH: Grey?

PP: {Laughs] No! You have beautiful chestnut hair! Is it liberating to not be recognised the way some of the other cast members are?

LH: Yes, it is liberating.

PP: Liberating being able to walk down an alley in Dubrovnik without being stopped?

LH: Yes, except sometimes | get recognised in the weirdest places. A woman was emptying my bag at Heathrow Airport's security gates and just went, “Are you the Queen?” while rummaging through my underwear. It was so fucking weird.

PP: It seems they're more respectful to you?

LH: Because they're frightened. Wait until they meet the Viper.

PP: Well, that covers it.

LH: I think we're going to get our own show out of this, you know

Interested in learning more about Pedro? Check out Pedro Pascal Unofficial on Pinterest!

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excuse me while i send you a million questions from that ask game 😂 but.... 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 23, 29, 37 and 38!

Hiiiii babe!!!!! No excuse needed, I love the million questions!

2 - Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Answered here, but I'll add another one cause why not. I don't think I've ever actually written a kid fic, either where one of the canon characters is a much younger child than they are in canon and it's about their childhood, or where you have canon characters becoming parents. I've thought about various versions of it a fair amount with various characters, but I've never really messed with anyone's age more than a few years in either direction. Willex would be great parents though, just saying...

4 - How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Uhhhhh.... a lot? I don't have a ton of writing time at the moment, so the ideas are just building up in my head. There's at least half a dozen, probably more, in various stages of planning and daydreaming and being written.

One that I'm in the process of setting up is actually a response to a prompt you sent me like two weeks ago. Basically, Willex goes on an ice skating date. Neither has done it before, but both assume the other will be great at it, since they both dance and Willie is almost never without his beloved skateboard. Spoiler alert, they are both awful at it. Chaos and flirting and falling and probably a lot of hot chocolate ensues.

5 - Share one of your strengths.

None of the above.

Kidding, don't kill me please! Uhhh, I guess I'm alright at domestic fluff? Like, just the blurbos hanging out and doing boring life stuff together and loving each other. I really like some good domestic fluff, and I've been informed that I am decent at making it too, which is cool!

7 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Stop making me say nice things about myself! Okay, answered here, but I guess you'll yell at me if I don't do another one so...

There were many things that were hard about being on tour. The long hours on the bus, for example. Or the fact that he couldn't just leave when Luke got too loud, or wail on his drums whenever he wanted, due to them being packed away between locations. But he loved touring with Julie and the boys. And he loved that Willie was able to come with them. Because it meant that he could do the things he loved, with the people he loved, all the time. They'd had to wait a couple of years after forming the band and Julie's Magical Hug of Destiny to go very far from LA since Julie had to finish high school, but they were finally doing it! And it was amazing!

Except when it wasn't. Except on days like this when Alex just didn't have the energy for anything beyond the basic necessities. And, unfortunately for him, his body and brain didn't count showering as a 'necessity’. It wasn't that he didn't like showering, or that he didn't feel sweaty and dirty, despite still definitely being partially a ghost. No, there was just something about showering, specifically in unfamiliar places, that freaked his brain out. And, because of the tour, Alex was always in an unfamiliar place.

This is from the first proper fic I ever published(Read it here). It was basically just a projection fic to get me through a rough patch, but I think it actually turned out okay and it holds a special place in my heart as the first thing I posted.

8 - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Do I have tooooooo?

Then Willie turned around and Alex’s gaze fixed on his face. The conflicted wave of emotions from before seemed to have simplified into just two: excitement and fear. “What do you think?” they asked softly, chewing nervously on their lower lip.

Alex was across the room in an instant, pausing for a beat to wait for Willie’s nod before resting his hands on their biceps. “Willie, you look incredible! ” he stated quietly. “I’m pretty sure half of my brain isn’t even working right now with how good you look. How do you feel?”

Willie chuckled and stepped forward, leaning into Alex’s chest. “I feel good,” he whispered as Alex pulled him close. “I really like it.”

“I’m glad,” Alex murmured. “I really like it too.”

Willie pulled away suddenly, grinning as he threw his arms out and spun around in a circle, the black fabric flying out around him. “It’s so swishy!” they exclaimed, giggling.

I guess this? It's from a fic called It's New, It Looks Good On You that I published a few months back, in which Alex gets Willie their first skirt. I guess I just like how comfortable they feel around each other, even in a pretty vulnerable situation. Healthy relationships, my beloved!

23 - If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Oh gosh, well none of my stuff is really that old. I only started actually writing early last summer. I guess... Okay, I didn't post I'll Be Here, I'll Hold You Through It till like six months ago, but I wrote it over a year ago now. It was basically written in a late night fit of anxiety and seriously needing a hug, and I feel like it isn't that good. I mostly posted it out of nostalgia and because I wanted to post something. I kinda feel like I could do better with the material now and it would be a better fic.

29 - If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Oh gosh, I wouldn't dare touch most of my favorite fics with a ten foot pole, I'd wreck them. But... there's some thoughts lurking in my ideas doc about a prequel to Girl Crush by the lovely @valiantlyweepingdreamer, giving the story of one of the couples that is already together in the main fic. I have no idea if I'll ever actually get around to writing it, but we discussed ideas for a while back in November I think.

37 - Talk about your current wips.

Oh you're gonna regret asking that one, I could ramble about my wips for hours. I'll try and keep it short here, and expand on the Willex ice skating fic I mentioned above. (No I haven't actually started writing it, shut up!)

The date is Alex's idea, cause Reggie and Luke were teasing him and Willie about how they never go on 'proper dates'(Hey, who needs to stay legal when you're invisible, and they have the best cuddle dates). So Alex googles a list of date ideas and is like, "Oh, ice skating, I bet Willie will be good at that." So they go(invisibly), snag a couple pairs of skates from the rental booth(They can put them back later, it's not like they're gonna leave germs on them or something, Alex!), and go out on the ice... only for Alex to immediately fall. Willie laughs and tries to help him up, only to lose his balance and fall too.

They kinda sort it out eventually, but they never get off the wall without hanging onto each other's hands for dear life. Afterwords, they poof back to the Molina's and make hot chocolate, because what is ice skating without hot chocolate?

38 - Talk about a review that made your day.

Okay, this was just on a doc I sent to a friend(after many conversations about said fic and me tinkering with it for literal months despite being under 1k long), but their response was so sweet!!!

"i have something to say i think this might be one of my favourite things i've read from you, if not the favourite it's so good for one because i love kissing in any way shape or form, highest form of expression of love for me, but also because it's written just so beautifully, it's lyrical almost, the images, the phrases, the language metaphor, it's great!! i love it so much"

(^Copied from our DMs)

It was just so sweet and it totally made my day and while I have no idea if that fic will ever see the light of day(literally, cause I only ever seem to be able to work on it at night...), it just makes me really happy that someone else loves it so much! I love that fic, I'm just also terrified of it so... yeah. Anyways, I won't tag them cause I don't wanna be annoying, but if you see this, you know what I'm talking about and I love you!!!!!

[trashlie]

I'm loving all your ILY posts! I've also seen your comments on reddit and I enjoy reading your insightful analysis there, too. I would like to know your thoughts on Kousuke and Alyssa. Do you think they will become narrative foils? I noticed they were acting awkwardly around each other too (it kind of reminds me of how annoyed Soushi reacts around Maya) and she seems to have a crush on him 👀 I think she'll be used to contrast how he's still capable of redemption. 1/?

I mean Yui groomed them both successfully. They have shown to emulate her behavior, value their reputation over other people's feelings, and refuse to take accountability for their actions against Shin Ae and Nol. But unlike Kousuke, Alyssa has shown no hint of remorse or even guilt. 2/?

Waaahh thank you so much, anon! Isn't it silly that I still go :O when I realize people actually enjoy what I have to say? I started yelling into the void on tumblr because I got worried I was too active on reddit and I was possibly annoying people lmaooooo so I'm actually really glad you're able to find me on both platforms! It means a lot that I'm not just yelling into a total void.

If you don't mind, I'm breaking your ask down into two parts, because I might leave somethin off/this will get too long if I keep it all in one lol. BUT you bring up things I love to think about!!!!! So!!!!!

I think we are deliberately kept in the dark about Alyssa - whether it's to subvert the scheming girl trope, I'm not sure, but there's a lot of things we don't know about her and that's definitely on purpose. She's a character who probably won't be revealed more to us for a while yet, too, which is frustrating if only because I want to know everything NOW, but it does serve to make her more interesting.

Alyssa's interest in Kousuke is so obvious I can't believe I never noticed it in my original reads. I've seen this brushed off as "She just admires him" and I'm just like... she actually sulked for a moment about Kousuke leaving! Meanwhile she was straight up all but telling Nol she'll help him pack his bags lmao.

I feel like the cast of her shadow is deliberate, too, but look at that face. Sulking.

Compare with

There's room to argue that we can't see Alyssa's face when she first tells him she won't stop him, but she kind of makes it abundantly clear that Nol being away doesn't really affect her. And, I mean, look at how their relationship is conducted. She's bragged to Meg that she and Nol are so casual and cool and easy breezy.

(I guess that means there ALSO is room to argue that Alyssa is putting on a front and just saying this to make sure people think her relationship is great, but the only People who know is Meg. And as a people pleaser, if Alyssa felt uncomfortable with the casual nature of her relationship with Nol, wouldn't she actually do more to make the relationship more of what she wants? Notably during the conversation on the balcony, she basically tells Nol this isn't really her dream relationship, which leads to the admission that they are together not for each other but for the benefits they each get so......)

Kousuke is the one who confuses me the most, because it strikes me as really weird that Yui has used Alyssa as leverage before against Kousuke. "You should bring a date, Kousuke, Alyssa will be there." What does this mean? What does it have to do with him and why would it entice him to bring anyone, anyway? I'm still really baffled on this one, tbh. Something that really stood out to me was during the dinner when Nol finally revealed he was planning to attend Oxford, Kousuke was distracted by his own news that the CFO position would be opening. In fact, when Nol mentions attending Oxford later, Kousuke seems to act like this is his first time hearing it.

Nol takes note of Kousuke's state of distraction before he finally starts talking about his plan.

The way quim does the dialogue and suddenly Kousuke's interest returning is.... interesting isn't it? From the moment Nol notes Kousuke's disinterest, we don't see his face again until Rand brings up Alyssa. Quim doesn't do anything without reason - in a movie, you wouldn't waste film on Kousuke's interesting returning at the mention of Alysa unless it meant anything, right?

There's so many little moments that make me go what the heck is going on here, too.

What the heck is up with THIS? Why does Kousuke deliberate SO LONG before he calls Alyssa? Like, do I think he's really so weirded out about calling his younger brother's girlfriend, considering he has one of his younger brother's own friends reporting on him and at his beck and call? You can't convince me that he's hesitant only because Alyssa is the sister of Meg. It just seems too wary.

And yes, this moment here?

It really does have the same tone as Soushi's wariness of Maya, except is Kousuke wary of Alyssa in the same way? Is he wary of her intentions? This one is so hard for me to read, because frankly, at this point it's hard to tell if Kousuke even cares about Nol as a brother or because he was forced to and he feels deep-buried remorse for the way he treated him and doesn't know how to handle it. Is he just aware of Alyssa's keen interest in him and that puts him on edge? Would he even care about Alyssa's keen interest unless she starts to get pushy?

I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA and frankly, it drives me nuts, so I love to discuss this and see what other people have to say. I'd never even noticed how long he deliberates before finally calling her until someone on reddit pointed that out.

lmao this so much preamble to get to the point but anyway YES they are absolutely parallels and I do wonder if they would become foils. Again, it's hard to know with Alyssa because we've been deliberately shielded so much of her personality right now and it's hard to tell what's real and what's not with her. The way that she worries about Shinae telling Nol what she did absolutely reads to me as a lack of remorse, but maybe I'm just projecting because we haven't been given much reason to like her lol. Shinae definitely makes it seem like Alyssa never actually apologized and the way Shinae just brushes it off makes me feel like there was never actual, proper closure. What Alyssa did is worse than just causing her injury: it was why she did it and how she reacted like Shinae was something dirty and how dare she even talk to her even though Shinae probably just wanted to know why Alyssa stopped being friends with her. Maybe she was even seeking closure at the time.

In the same way that Nol and Shinae are mirrors, Kousuke and Alyssa are their parallel abusers, grooming victims of Yui, those who care more about their image and reputation than anything else and have hurt others (Nol and Shinae) in their quest to fill the role. We still don't know if Alyssa dated Nol because she genuinely had a crush (doubtful so far) or because she figured out the family he's from and wanted to get closer. I try so hard to give her the benefit of the doubt but narratively we aren't privy to that yet. Also, have you noticed that Nol and Shinae both have a relationship of some kind with each others' abuser? This mirror and their parallel abusers thing is INTRICATELY woven.

That's what makes it so difficult to tell if she'll become a foil or merely a parallel that highlights what Nol and Shinae have been through. We know Kousuke will receive a redemption arc, because he's a main character, and also because I think part of subverting his trope is that he has to take responsibility for his past actions, rather than being loved in spite of the things he's done or whatever. In order for Kousuke to proper and develop further, he has to be held accountable and he has to break free of his family. Can we trust the same for Alyssa? At this point, she doesn't want to lose Nol because she knows if she loses him, she can just as easily lose her career and access to the world she's only just gained access to (and if she were to lose it all right now, it would be worse for her because she'd have all those trainee fees to pay back).

I think both Kousuke and Alyssa are likely in for a very public airing of their sins; for Kousuke it may come in the form of the expose YuJing is working on, collateral damage in the quest to take down Yui. I also think the only way to nudge Kousuke to change is that his image has to take a hit in some form. Is it that Rand isn't his father? Is it a reveal that he abused his brother? Is it whatever happened in the past that Nol got in trouble for was caused by Kousuke and he let Nol take the blame? Likewise, I think the fact that people knew Alyssa in middle school means she's not so safe, either; what if one of the girls from after school duty reveals what happened? Surely there were rumors going around school about what happened - Shinae is out of school, Alyssa is pulled from school, kids talk. Frankly, a scandal like that could ruin her career, and worse, if Nol knew what she had done, would he be able to remain shackled to her?

While I know Kousuke won't immediately take responsibility for his actions, I've always believed that such a catalyst would at least make him start thinking about it and force him to admit it. It wouldn't happen over night, but in time it will. But will Alyssa? Would she deny the allegations? Would she just shift blame, insist that it was all an accident, that it wasn't bullying like you think? (Cos look, I do believe it was an accident, but there's a way to call it an accident and still admit fault and blame; but just as easily you can call it an accident and try to shirk responsibility.)

I do love the idea of her being a foil for Kousuke, an Aesop's fable, if you will, of what happens when you barter with the devil (Yui). I'm not opposed to the scheming female character type, but I do oppose it when they take down others to raise themselves up, and if that's the way Alyssa will end up doing it, then I'll be happy to watch her fall. If she can scheme and use her connections without hurting people then hey power to ya. Unlike Alyssa, Kousuke never had a chance to evade Yui, and being able to walk away from her as an adult will be a choice he can make. Alyssa loses... so much if she breaks her deal.

I guess that's the thing about where she and Nol are in their relationship now - it's been made clear he's hanging in here because he's forced to and as a sort of act of self-sabotage, full well knowing she's here because she's taking advantage of the opportunities that "dating" him brings so... if they're in an agreement, is it okay to watch her climb right now? She leaves me conflicted and I know it's largely because she's one of the characters we know just enough to hate but so little to justify. Could it be that it all just got out of hand for her? At first she just wanted friends, was trying to find a place to belong, something good in a life that deprived her of social connections. And then comes along Yui, seducing her with ideas of fame and fortune? Was the desire to be loved and admired so strong it powered over the need to fit in with friends and she readily cast them off? Did she not anticipate what it would actually mean, thought she could have her cake and eat it, too? The way she responds to Nol's texts, and the fact that Dieter and Soushi ask him about her, means she probably isn't even in touch with them at all anymore. Idk, I really look forward to seeing their dynamic pre-idol Alyssa, because I want to know how she fit with them, what was it like?

And then, because this was supposed to be about foils lmao you have the fact that Shinae basically foils both Alyssa and Kousuke in regard to Nol, both as a person who cares about him and also as "a good friend" vs "the person I'm currently seeing" lmao like, everyone is literally set to juxtapose each other and man, I'll never get over how well this has been done lmao. Compared to Kousuke and Alyssa, Shinae is the one who accepts responsibility even when it's difficult, who knows when and how to swallow her pride (even if she's not the one who should) and I think it's why she is the one seen a the champion at Nol's side - they are the ones who care little for their images and who know how to apologize (even when they aren't the ones who should be) and that's why they are at each other's sides.

So yes, this is a very long essay response lol to essentially say: I'm still undecided if I think Alyssa will become a foil or merely remain a parallel. I would love to see her redeem herself but something tells me not all characters in this story will be redeeamable. Maybe one day we'll understand her motivation, even if we don't agree with it. I hope at the very least she makes peace with Shinae, but I get the feeling she'll be forced into it (as in, her secret gets ousted) and that's not as satisfying, but hey, if it helps Shinae then I'm for it.

A friend of mine has mused that maybe Alyssa will be the one to oust the secret herself and I'm ngl, I like that idea though it does feel kind of vindictive towards her character. Maybe accidentally spilling it to Nol would be the segue to a couple episodes from her POV though!

Gosh this was so long I'm so sorry lmao but please follow up with your thoughts and feelings, too, or if this made you think of anything or what! I think at this point in the story we've been given a lot of information but we just don't have enough of it to totally piece together what we're supposed to be seeing. I think Kousuke and Alyssa's weirdness around each other is very deliberate, though, and I'm not sure "She's Meg's sister" is enough to warrant so many panels of Kou being SO WEIRD about her, you know? Am I missing thing? Is there more to be revealed? Are we just blind? lmao Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh

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November 2021 Mid Monthly Report

Hello hello, everyone!

It's finally time-- time for a proper Mid-Monthly Report. Thank you for being patient for this update as I have a lot to show you all and a lot to talk about.

If you're interested in seeing more about the project, please consider checking out the Masterpost or my ArtStation if you want a more concentrated look.

So without further ado, let's begin!

Project Progress

Area Concept Art

I am fully aware that this is long overdue, but here it is! The final area to be featured in Project : Desert, Cúniablo.

Way to the north of the Trigala, just before one reaches the border, is a vast mountain that the locals believe to belong to devils. They’ve since called it Cúniablo—the Devil’s Cradle… yet at one point, this very mountain was regarded as a safehaven, in an era the Deities have chosen to forget.

This final piece completes the major areas seen in Project : Desert. It feels SO GOOD to be done with this set of concepts-- six months it took! And I couldn't be more proud of how they turned out.

Cúniablo will be the setting of the third and final Act. If you're interested in seeing what the Act 1 & 2 locations are like, consider checking out the artwork for Maramagia and Agujero.

Character Redesign

It is with great pleasure to show you the new designs for Briar and Reese:

Many may find it surprising that someone with such a violent background would choose to become a witch doctor, especially one with Briar's reputation. The ring was her home; anyone in their right mind would fear the former gladiator. But even the most brutal have a tolerance, and she happily left her past behind to go down the road of healing.

When Vinnie became Prince, he needed someone to look after him, someone who could teach him the ins and outs to a role so complex. It only seemed right that Reese should fill that position. After all, he should have been the one to become Prince.

I am so incredibly happy to have the new designs for the main cast completed; there's something so rewarding as to seeing your characters have an actual visual appearance.

If you'd like to see the rest of the main cast, consider checking out the artwork and excerpts for Vinnie, Orias, and Niv.

Pre-Log Complete

We have officially completed the Pre-Log, woohoo!! I got to say, I certainly under estimated the amount of effort that actually goes into writing a chapter that I'm a little embarrassed about how behind I am in writing. I was hoping to get a little farther, but c'est la vie.

The Pre-Log serves as the introduction of the story, encompassing the first three chapters where we see how Vinnie and Orias meet and the reasons to why Vinnie decides to travel with Orias. The first two chapters feature the same event, but through the different perspectives of the two protagonists while Chapter 3 is the what happens after through Vinnie's POV. After the Pre-Log comes Act 1, which is where the big stuff happens. I have the story set up this way to take into account time skips; I really hate dead air in stories, but I also don't like jumping to a different point in time uncalled for. I figured that the best way for me to tackle this issue was by defining acts in the story but also setting up an introduction that separates itself from said acts. It's worked so far during the outlining process, but we'll see how well it works going into the first draft.

Also with the completion of the Pre-Log, I am now able to properly work on the thumbnail sketches for the first three chapters. During the writing process, I've put illustration tags at certain points in a chapter that would describe that would describe the kind of cut-in illustration I would want. I hadn't been able to get to these since I've been working on concept art for months straight, but now that the Area Concepts and the Character Redesigns are complete, I can finally start working on them. I'm very excited and I hope you'll look forward to seeing them in the future.

Goals

Here are my goals from September/October:

Complete the Valley concept by November 15th [done]

Complete Briar and Reese’s redesigns by November 15th [Reese was a little overdue, but both were completely in time for the report]

Write three chapters by November 15th [delayed to focus on artwork]

November Goals:

Create separate post for each concept shown in report by November 25th

Write two chapters by December 15th

Begin thumbnails for Chapter One and have something tangible by December 15th

That sums up my report for this month. Thank you for reading and thank you for being patient with me (T^T) It really wrecked me not being able to post a proper report for last month, so I hope this month's MMR could satisfy.

And also:

Thank you guys so much!!! I don't check my follower count often, so I was so shocked to have seen the number double from the last time I checked. It means the absolute world to me that you guys are interested in my content. I cannot thank you enough.

Once more, thank you for reading, and I hope you'll support me in my future endeavors!

[electricsoftparade]

Tour Diary (Pt.1) by Fuchsia Days

(At the urging of a couple of folks, I've decided to resume my tour diary proper... might as well, given I'm doing so much traveling.... haven't done this for a fair few years so forgive if the writing is clunk-laden at first... first chunk covers the last *bit* leading up to this tour beginning...)

October 2021 - 10th April 2022

A month or more on the road, with shows selling out and being added real time. The displacement began in earnest last year, October, just weeks after my dad's first stroke. En route to Mary's in brown-leafed Tufnell Park I get the call. Filling in for most of December on bass with The Twang. Count me in, I can move whatever I have in the diary and make it work. I do. Just two days after my dad's funeral I'm back in Birmingham for a brief skip through the set and we are off - Stoke, Derby, Sheffield, Nottingham.... Twang Heartland. All roads lead back to Birmingham though, and on the 19th we return to a brimming Academy. 3,000 braying lunatics. With crowds like this you sort of transcend everyday concepts like musicianship or tightness and enter a realm where you effectively cannot fuck things up. It's bizarre. The energy carries you and band along. Things are smoothed and helped enormously by various aspects - the ongoing and unfailing family of the group themselves, and their total focus and commitment to the gig night after night. It is entirely a pleasure, especially in the wake of a Wake. Relief in form of brotherhood and connection to other humans. I am grieving still.

We part ways and London is shelved until the new year. I return home for a subdued and odd Christmas, our first without Graham.

Come January and I realise I am now in five or six concurrent projects. I said I wouldn't do this again, but rent needs paying and I feel like I'm in a good place. It's all manageable if I look after myself. January to March is largely spent painting at my flat, with intermittent trips to London for various rehearsals with The WAEVE and recording/mastering with Maven Grace. MG have sort of made Abbey Road their second home, so we hunker down in their annex space when we can and continue work on album two while album one is mastered upstairs. I know the Jets tour is coming in April so I figure I need to take time out in March if I'm going to mentally be able to do this. I need time to process. In the end I cancel about two weeks work. In return, the universe serves me an eviction notice, Covid and an empty bank account. In the wake of last year's losses my heart rate barely lifts. I just don't care. Money comes and goes. I refuse to actively think about it, much less stress.

Early April comes quickly. "How are we a quarter of the way through 2022???" says everyone over 35. Months are years-long when you're 14 or 15. Nowadays a single painting can lose me a week.

We enter into rehearsals proper for the tour, and the group kindly puts me up in a hotel in West London, just a short bus ride from the studio. We click almost straight away, no drama, just a solid few days spent focused on our own bits and listening to one another, knocking the set into shape and finessing sounds. Mornings I get coffee or food in Acton. More memories of my dad and half-forgotten stories of his grandparents. The streets gleam in the bright spring sun and I remember how much the displacement of touring suits me. The constant tourist. Always arriving or leaving. Living out of a bag. I have that chip and never lost it. Covid tried to beat it out of me but it's back, stronger than ever. Evenings I walk at a snail's pace back along Uxbridge Road, barely a nip in the air, looping through Acton Park then up to Ealing Common. I resolve to move my things back to my dad's house when I return home and split my time between various places until estate and probate are established. Oh the sweet bureaucracy of death. Takes your mind off things. That will do for now.

Norwich

Ah, the Waterfront. Last here in 2008 with (British) Sea Power on the Do You Like Rock Music? tour. Drumming in lieu of a back-fucked Woody. Good times. We soundcheck and cross the river to scope out a pristine red-brick Bella Pasta precinct of deathly nothingness. Wholly evoking late-stage capitalism and the oncoming apocalypse, these places are identical wherever you go. It's no slight on Norwich to call it dreadful. It's the same everywhere. To unearth the living soul of a place you must veer away from this hell. We cross back over and immediately bump into Jordan, one of my oldest friends from Brighton. He and Holly (both Fiction Aisle-ers in their time, bass and clarinet respectively) moved here a year or two back, and have quickly made it home. He delights in elaborating on the history of the place as we navigate winding streets and crooked Tudor overhangs. In a small ale pub we have a meandering chat over halfs of black beer. Jordan knew my dad extremely well over the years, from childhood up until his death. It's odd. You'd think it would sting to bring this stuff to the surface but it doesn't. If anything it makes my own memories of him sort of clarify, like the butter un-melting in those Adam & Joe Show idents (if you know, you know). Death does funny things, one of them being that the brain goes fully fight or flight. Through introspection and recollection we slow down and that fear of recalling memories fades and we can start to connect with the person in totality - their whole life and being before us, framed and finite. You can't do that when someone is still around.

Glasses drained, we amble back to the venue, where the room has filled and supports have done their thing. In no time at all it is 9pm. A group hug (which will on later shows evolve into a group hum) galvanises and connects us before moulds are buried deep in ear canals and the booming intro music announces our arrival. A few steps up to the stage and we are bathed in white noise and screaming lights for the next hour and a half. Sweet silence. It goes in a blip and before we can say I Love You 500 times we are back in the dressing room, back in the van, back to the hotel, late night TV, dirty head on starched sheets, bed, sleep. Elbow have a rule that they never come offstage and analyse a show they just played. Leave that for tomorrow. The beauty of this is that come tomorrow you've forgotten all the niggles that you might have brought up and the experience has smoothed into memory now. And besides, it's a new day and you've a million new things to think about. It's a wonderful rule. Works every time.

Tomorrow, Cambridge.

📸: Barr Street, Birmingham, March 2022

[aricazorel]

"You came back." "I promised, didn't I?" Prompt

Kaidan Alenko x Kori Reese; ME3, post- Citadel II (1465 words)

When the away party departed the shuttle after decommissioning yet another Cerberus base, Major Kaidan Alenko did not count on a personal visit by the Normandy’s XO. Yet there she stood in the docking bay, attempting to disguise her fidgeting with unnecessary fiddling with her Omni-tool. Lieutenant Commander Kora Reese might be able to fool some with her antics but not him. Kori was nervous and worried about something, and he was reasonably sure it had something to do with him.

With a nod to Shepard, the Major made his way over to Reese who stood next to one of the computer stations near the weapons modding table. She glanced up into his whiskey brown eyes and then quickly back at her omni-tool. Maybe nervous wasn't the correct word at all. Worried was but there was something else. Reese wasn't one to avoid eye contact especially with him unless…

Unless she was scared.

That thought set alarm bells off in the Specter’s mind as he came to a stop in front of her. What could have happened while he was on the away mission to cause her to be scared? And what did it have to do with him?

“Hey,” he said quietly, drawing her attention back to him.

“Hey,” she echoed as grey eyes met his again, her omni-tool still open, still running numbers on a simulation for a project she was no doubt working on. She always had multiple projects and sims running, hoping one of her ideas would prove viable enough with EDI’s help to use against the reapers or Cerberus.

Kaidan tilted his head slightly, all too familiar with her tendency to use it as a distraction as well. “What brings the Normandy XO down here? I thought Shepard told you to make sure not to scratch the paint.”

The Lt. Commander made a face at him. “I oversaw the retrofits with Traynor. The only paint that ever got scratched was that ugly-ass Cerberus orange.”

The Major smirked as he said, “Okay. Okay. Fine. But really, why are you down here?”

“Can’t I come down and see how the mission went?”

“Kori, you were listening in on our comms the whole mission. You know exactly how it went and you know that we took out another Cerberus base,” Kaidan said reaching over and switching off her ‘tool.

She opened her mouth to protest but stopped when the rest of the ground team passed them, heading towards the elevator. Shepard called out of his shoulder, “Not a bad ending for your first mission back on the Normandy without your girlfriend along to babysit you, Alenko.”

Kaidan made a face as he waved the first human Specter off. “Laugh it up, Shepard! I'm sure I can ask Liara for some embarrassing stories of her saving your ass.”

“Just because my girlfriend is a Shadow Broker doesn't mean she knows everything I've done or that she’s assed my ass!”

“Are you sure? I seem to remember something about coming back from the dead…”

Shepard scowled as the door shut. The Major just grinned. “You don’t actually babysit me—”

Alenko trailed off when he glanced down and saw the expression on Reese’s face. The same concern laced with what she could only label as fear reflected in her grey eyes. Something definitely wasn't right. Hearing Vega and Cortez banter back and forth as they checked over the shuttle for damage, Kaidan gently ushered Reese to the elevator. “We need to talk, don't we?”

“I don't—"

“Yeah,” he said as he summoned the lift. “We need to talk.”

Reese fidgeted but said nothing in reply. As the elevator doors opened, Kaidan glanced over at the Lieutenant Commander who continued to stare straight ahead. After boarding the lift, the Major said as the doors closed, “EDI, can you give us a few moments alone?”

“Of course, Major Alenko,” the sentient AI replied as she paused the elevator. “I will inform you when the elevator is needed.”

“Thanks, EDI,” he said as he crossed his arms turning to face Reese. “I feel like we've been here before.”

Grey eyes finally met his as she said quietly, “Hopefully less yelling this time.”

Kaidan's eyes went wide at the remark. Two days after he rejoined the SR2 he confronted her about the fact she was ignoring him. Tempers had flared as they discovered they still had unresolved issues even after rekindling the relationship on Earth. “I.. only meant that we talked in the lift. Not the other part.”

“We didn't talk in the elevator. You kissed me and pressed me up against the wall. We actually talked in the engineering sub-deck.”

Kaidan sighed as she once again corrected him. “Do we really have to go down there or—"

“You came back.”

Her words were spoken in a whisper, her eyes flickering between his gaze and his armor’s chest plate. Dawning struck the second human Specter like lightening. She was afraid he wouldn’t return.

He used a gloved hand to tilt her head back up to his level. “Of course, I did. I promised, didn’t I?”

“I just…” Reese began, her expression showing embarrassment at her admission. “It’s stupid but I just had to see you get off that shuttle. I—”

“Oh, hey! It’s okay, sweetheart,” Kaidan said as he drew her into a tender embrace. His Spec Ops armor really wasn’t conducive to it but he managed any way. “I’m here. I’m back with you where I belong.”

A he cradled her head to his chest the best his armor would allow, he realized she had folded her arms in against his chest. He was effectively cocooning her in his embrace. Reese had never been one to show vulnerability in public and it had taken a long time for her to do it with him on the SR1. Now as they struggled to begin again, he was continually surprised when she did so with him. It was especially unexpected considering the issues the incident on Mars had caused between them. The initial confrontation in the very same elevator after he’d joined the crew was a direct result of that.

On Earth before the Reapers invaded, they had begun repairing their relationship. A foundation of friendship had been remade. Slowly, gradually they had worked towards being more. Admittedly even before the arrival of the Reapers, they still had a long way to go.

But maybe there was more to what Kori worried about though. He knew a part of her still harbored a doubt that he might leave again without a proper explanation. And he owned that. He took every opportunity to prove to her through word and deed that he would not repeat past mistakes.

But Mars? That had been something else entirely. It wasn’t like before during the aftermath of the SR1’s destruction, one of them leaving the other because they chose to. Mars involved the possibility of losing each other because of their duty or succumbing to injuries sustained while in the line of duty.

The Major’s mind began putting together the pieces of the puzzle as he continued to hold the woman he loved to his chest.

His headaches. Her reaction in the hospital. Her accusation that he hadn’t been truthful about the severity of his migraines after his injuries on Mars…

The weekly inquiries into his medical records. Dr. Chakwas and Dr. Michel he expected. But a third party pinged his records on a regular basis as well. One routed through Alliance medical but without a specific name. It had to be Kori. She was that worried about him because of Mars but did not want to tell him. Most likely so he wouldn’t worry.

Kaidan closed his eyes as he continued to hold her close. He wouldn’t tell her he’d figured out her secret. Instead, he would continue to assure her he would always come back. That there was a future for them. That no matter the mission, the injury, or the pain he endured, he would always come back to her.

“Kori, I know things have never been exactly easy for us but I…” he paused as he moved his head to kiss her forehead. “I will always come back to you. Always.”

“You better, Alenko,” she murmured into his armor. “Or I’ll—”

“Kick my ass. I know,” he said with a grin as he hit the button to allow the elevator to resume its journey.

“Damn straight, tech boy,” was her murmured reply as he continued to hold her, not caring if the doors opened to reveal their current state to anyone. He’d spent far too long without her in his life, and he was not going repeat that mistake again.

He’d always come back to her. Always.

[satansphatass]

Just like old times - Platonic Tommy x Tubbo

Word count: 1800

Trigger warnings: idk maybe homelessness?

Angst/platonic/fluff

Summary: Tubbo comes to see Tommy in exile.

***

It had been too long since Tubbo had seen his best friend, he still felt bad for exiling him but he had to do what was right for his country. It had been rough the first couple of days, he caught himself turning to tell his right hand man about the animals that he had seen, or a joke that someone had told him, only to be met with silence. It was the hardest decision he had ever made - but it was the right choice, or so he hoped.

He was excited, they would be able to listen to their discs and talk, he could tell Tommy all about his new projects!

He hadn't seen Tommy's new house yet so he didn't really know where he was going but he followed the compass that Wilbur had gifted him: it was his most prized possession, it was in his hand at all times - he couldn't be seen without it. He focused on rowing his little wooden boat, going faster and faster, he couldn't wait to see his best friend - it would be just like old times.

He could see the sillhouette of an island in the distance infront of the beautiful setting sun. He glanced down at his compass, it was pointing in the direction of the island - this must be where Tommy lived!

***

Tommy threw his armour down into the pit, the armour he had worked so hard for, had almost died for - gone. The explosion bought him back to the present, he regretfully looked down into the pit; it had definitely been blown to pieces. The hole was covered in dirt and Tommy looked Dream in his mask eyes.

"Well Tommy, I have errands to run - I'll leave you to it, just follow the rules and nobody will get hurt."

Tommy nodded in understanding having heard this little speech almost everyday since his exile. What he didn't understand was why Dream - his friend, had to leave so soon.

"Can't you stay?" He pleaded "I'm so fucking bored!"

"I've told you Tommy," Dream insisted "I'm busy."

He knew not to disagree, it had caused too many arguments.

He watched as Dream walked off into the distance: going to do god knows what. He walked morosely back to ~tnret~ and pulled out his compass, all he wanted was to see Tubbo - just like old times.

***

Tubbo ran up the shore, only stopping to straighten his tie. He didn't once stop to wonder if Tommy even wanted to see him. He saw a tent on the bank and assumed that was where he lived - it was a bit shabby but he was sure that that was just a temporary home from when he first arrived.

He skipped up to it and opened the flap to see a disheveled looking Tommy laying on his bed, staring up at the top of the tent.

He paused.

"Tommy?"

"Go away," he said "I know you're just in my head - Tubbo doesn't want to see me."

Tubbo stared at him, was that really what Tommy thought? Had he gone insane?

"No big man! I'm right here!"

He just rolled onto his side, ignoring the president. Tubbo pushed his legs to the side and sat on the bed, he placed a hand on his back - feeling him tense up under his touch.

"Is that really you?"

"Yeah man - It's me!"

Tommy looked up at him through blurred eyes, and walked off. Tubbo sat there in confusion, was he not happy to see him? He jumped up and followed the taller boy, he was sat on the beach looking longingly into the water.

"What's your deal dude? I thought you would like to see me."

Tommy looked up with an exasperated look on his face,

"You exiled me!"

"It was best for the country!"

"I thought we were friends." he said in a broken voice.

Tubbo sat down next to him, "We are, Your my best pal!"

He pulled him in for a hug, expecting resistance as usual but he slumped right into him. He was cold to the touch and his skin had a pinkish tone to it.

"Why don't we get somewhere warm?"

Tommy nodded and accepted his hand - following him to Logsteadshire. He entered the little blue house that Wilbur had built and sat down at his table, Tubbo sitting opposite him. He looked up to see Tubbo giving him a concerned look.

"Are you okay man? You're looking kinda rough."

"I'm fine." he snapped.

Tubbo gave him a proper look down, his hair was all grown out and covered in filth. His eyes had lost their blue vibrancy and had dark purple bags under them, his clothes were all ripped and filthy. His shoes had floppy soles and his cheeks were sunken in.

"No, you're not. Let's get you fixed up."

He opened up his bag and pulled out his knife ANd FuCKinG sTabBEd HiM jk, he tugged at strands of Tommy's hair and chopped some of the matted parts off, hoping to tidy it up a bit. He then wiped some of the muck off of his face and attempted to stitch up the rips in his clothes - he always carried a needle and thread, it was in his little emergency bag that he carried everywhere - 'you never know what you might need!' he constantly argued.

By the time he was finished, he did look a little better but still not the Tommy he knew. The Tommy he knew had fluffy blond hair that he loved to place flowers in. The Tommy he knew had bright blue eyes that shone in the dark. The Tommy he knew was always happy.

It was starting to get slightly darker now and he could see some mobs off in the distance, just past the barrier of torches that kept them out. He adjusted his sword, just incase.

"Why don't you put on your armour Tommy? There might be some skeletons hidden in the forest, just waiting for someone."

"Don't be so paranoid all the time."

"I'm not! I just don't want you to get hurt!"

This struck something deep in Tommy, if he didn't want him to get hurt then why did he exile him? Why did he send him away with nothing but a few pieces of 'blue'? Why did nobody come to check on him?

The only person who cared was Dream.

“I don’t have any armour.” he said shortly.

"Why not? You've been here for ages now!"

Ages?! How did he not know how long they had been apart? Had he not been counting? Tommy had been marking down the days - the days he spent all alone. It had been 2 months 3 weeks and 5 days. Almost 3 months since he had seen his best friend. He had been counting down the days, he thought that Tubbo would come to see him every week! every day! That's what best friends did, wasn't it? What could be more important than him?

He swallowed his questions and insecurities.

"Dream takes it."

"Why? He has his own - what does he need it for?!"

"He blows it up, so I can't try anything."

Tubbo stared at him astonished.

"That's not right Tommy, I asked him to escort you and that's it! He shouldn't be doing all- all that!"

"It's fine Tubbo," he insisted "Dream's my friend."

"No he's not! He- he's manipulating you!"

Of course he wasn't, Dream was his friend. He had helped him with everything! He owed it all to Dream. He had helped organise the beach party - the beach party that only he had showed up to. He had even helped him and Ghostbur build Logsteadshire!

Dream wasn't manipulative, was he?

"Dream's my friend." He repeated weakly.

"Can't you see Tommy? That's not what a friend does! I've never done that!"

That was true, Tubbo had never taken his stuff. But had he been with him during the hardest time of his life?

No, instead he had exiled him from his home.

"Then why didn't you come to see me?"

He couldn't really answer that question, why hadn't he? Sure, he had been busy with L'manburg - but there were plenty of other people that could've stepped in for him. He had been laughing and having a good time while Tommy was stuck alone, alone with Dream.

He felt rotten.

"I'm sorry man... I was- busy."

"Busy with what?"

He paused, "L'manburg."

"Oh. I see."

The disappointment in his voice was worse than if he had been angry. He felt like he had done something wrong. He hadn't, had he?

It was for L'manburg.

They stayed in silence for a bit longer, the silence that they used to experience without it being awkward.

He felt as if he barely knew the blond boy next to him.

"What do you want to do?" He asked hesitantly.

Tommy paused and suddenly pulled out a disc - chirp, Tubbo's favourite.

"We can listen to it, just like old times!"

Seeing the sudden glow on Tommy's filthy face made him incapable of saying no - he just wanted his best friend back, happy, outgoing and blunt. None of this closed off and quiet bullshit.

He jumped up and ran off outside. Tubbo quickly followed in pursuit, giggling in excitement.

He found Tommy sat at the back of his beat-up tent next to a jukebox. He quickly flopped to the floor - his formal jacket getting a bit muddy.

He dropped the black and red disc into the box and waited for the music to start up. The upbeat tune suddenly filled his ears - he closed his eyes and reminisced over all times they had sat watching the sunset together on that little bench by L'manburg.

He slowly opened his eyes to see the sunset slowly dipping past the horizon, his mouth quirked up in a smile.

It was just like old times.

[loulougoingsolo]

DIYing a Bold Hair Choice

So, as we all know, we live in troubling times. I've personally been living in quarantine-like arrangements for about a month now, and although I've been mostly doing alright, some things have proven to be hard. I was supposed to have my hair professionally cut and dyed this week, but I had to cancel the appointment, and at the moment, I don't know when I'll get to visit the salon for the next time. So, I had to take matters (or scissors) to my own hands.

I'm a DIYer, but I've never cut my own hair. I've also had it professionally dyed since I was 15 or so. For a short period, I only had it bleached and cut by a pro, but then dyed it myself with a pretty intense cool shade of red - but other than that, and a few toner touch ups, I've always relied on professionals. So I was in a bit of a pickle, when I realized that I'd have to either DIY or have my grey roots grow wild for months. And because my hair is short, the roots way too grey for my age, and I had all this time ln my hands, there was really only one way this could go.

When I go about a DIY project, my first step, always, is thorough research. I had an idea for what I'd attempt to achieve, so I went on Youtube and searched for diy haircuts. I got some good tutorials, but most of them were for long hair - and I also got suggested GMM episode #989, in which Rhett and Link battle in cutting their own hair (wigs). Can I just say, they predicted the Tiger King craze long before Netflix:

So, I immediately figured I would not be able to follow yhe hair styling tutorials of this GMM episode. First of all, I could only find one pair of scissors even remotely sharp enough to cut hair. They were not sharp enough. Secondly, the longest part of my hair barely reaches my chin. I would need to really commit to every snip I make, or I'd end up with a bald hair style, instead of bold. As attractive and gorgeous some people are with a fully shaved head, with my head shape, that was something to avoid at all costs.

Another thing I was worried about was that I'd probably end up cutting my own finger, like Link. I've always found it extra difficult to see my own reflection in a mirror and try to do accurate motions according to the reflection. Simply put, my brain gets confused. Also, I don't really have a way to see the back of my head through the mirror at all. How the crap am I supposed to cut anything?

At this point, I understood that the actual haircut was going to be the tough part, so I decided to focus on the dye. Since I cojldn't just go to a big supermarket to buy the equipment, I had to order the dyes online. At this point my plan was simply to buy a multitude of wild colours to mix and match according to my mood, so I ordered a tub of Midnight Blue, Daffodil Yellow, Flamingo Pink and Cerise dyes, all by the brand La Riche Directions. These dyes are semi-permanent, sonI knew they wouldn't cause permanent damage to my hair, and at this point, that was kind of my goal - whatever I do, I don'g want to ruin things too badly. But, because I'm familiar with semi-permanent dyes, and I've had pretty much every shade on the spectrum on my hair at one point, I knew I might require an extra step to see results. Which is why, "just in case", I added a hair lightening kit to my order. I figured, I'd make some lighter strands on top, to have some colours show properly.

By the time the dyes arrived, I was already pretty fed up with my grey roots. I watched the GMMore which followed the hair cut episode. Rhett, who won the haircut challenge, got to decide what colours would go in Alex's hair. Alex had done the smart thing and bleached his hair professionally to be dyed in this episode, but he somehow agreed to letting Rhett and Link add the colours.

When Rhett explains everyone how he and Link used to dye eachother's hair back in the day, I realize that even though I'm technically watching a DIY hair tutorial, they aren't actually doing it themselves. It's quite different to put dye on someone else's head than your own. (Also, something I didn't notice back when I first saw this episode: Link says it would be crazy for him to have his hair dyed, but looking back, he most certainly had his hair dyed at this time.)

It was slightly alarming to see that Alex was worried about how things would go. I could hardly expect to achieve anything much better than the guys, since at least they had the studio lighting and a full team to help rhem not screw up. I had a mirror in my dark toilet, which is barely big enough to stand in.

I also forgot to buy vaselkne, which was a big mistake - although I don't think it's even possible to buy a container that big here. Why would they have that at Mythical in the first place? But something about seeing how much trouble the guys were having controlling the unmixed streaks of dye and all that vaseline made me worried.

At this point, I need to tell you that seeing the blank canvas which was Alex's hair, I, now the proud owner of a 40 % bleack kit (which apparently is the strong stuff), decided I was not going to waste energy by trying to dye my hair without bleaching, only to find out that the colours didn't show. So, I mixed the bleach, put on a worn-out t-shirt, used hand lotion to vas up my forehead, neck and ears, and then just went for it.

I did watch quite a few proper tutorials. They taught me, firstly, that 40% was a no-no. Secondly, never bleach something that has already been bleached, especially, if your hair has multiple colours. Forth, never start from the roots, as they get bleached faster (this ended up being the only rule I followed). And, above all, go to a professional.

So, I added the bleach to my hair. First I tried sticking to just a few strands, but then a blop of the bleach fell on the wrong spot, and I figured, why not just go full head. I did. I left the stuff on for maybe 20 minutes, and after that I got scared and rinsed it off. Then, I used a silver toner, and was left with a fascinating mix of orange, yellow and white hair - and a strand of persistent green from my previous dye. But it was blond enough for my plans.

Alex had a beautiful mix of blue, pink and purple in his hair - and that accidental splash of green - and after considering thoroughly, I decided to go for these colours, too. I mean, pink, purple and blue are my jam. Also, as much as I wanted to go full rainbow, I figured it would be an impossible task to keep the different colours from mixing, and that might result in brown, which is the colour of defeat. So, I went with midnight blue, flamingo pink and cerise, and wasn't too concerned aboit getting the colours mixed together.

This is how Alex's hair looked on the episode, before he rinsed the extra dye off:

I couldn't find any good photos of his hair after it was rinsed, but tgere was one which suggested only a faint shade of blue stuck.

And finally, here's what happened with my hair. Now, I'm not posting my face here, just the hair. Imagine a white blop with green eyes below the hair, and you'll get the idea. In the first two pictures is my hair during normal times, and just before I diyed it. It looks particularly nasty in the just before hack job pic, because it was adviced not to wash your hair before bleachkng to save the scalp - but as you can see, this was not a fun thing to see in the mirror each morning:

After I had dyed my hair, I did some snips here and there, and also, because I was able to borrow a hair clipper from my dad, some clipping - which in my books, saved the day. The haircut is pretty botched, but I actually absolutely love the colour. And the criss-cross shave despite it being pretty bad - it also looks badass in real life. The picture taken outside shows the pink colours more accurately, but the cut shows better in the other pic. There are a couple of ways I can style this later on, but I kept styling to minimum for starters, because I didn't want to cause extra damage to my hair:

So, this has been the story of how I diyed my hair during quarantine. My mom loves the whole thing (I showed it to her yesterday while taking them groceries), and although there are some spots in the back which could have more colour in them, I'm pretty satisfied. I know my hairdresser is going to weep when she sees me, but she'll get over it.

So, in conclusion: Would I do this again? Yes, but I'd definately leave the cutting and bleaching to the pros. Also, now I can't really bleach again for a while. But I'm actually thinking about taking the dyes I have to my hairdresser so she can dye my hair properly with them, in a healthier way, once all this chaos settles and it's safe again. I'd probably need a slightly darker, permanent colour to the roots, but I absolutely love these insanely bright colours. And I'm so going to try the full rainbow this summer, too.

Would I recommend this to others? Yes, but with caution. The direct semi-permanent colours are safe and won't damage the hair, but bleach does. My hair is naturally a tad too dark to show bright colours properly, so I took the risk. I was also mentally prepared to shave the whole thing off and wear my mythical hat for the summer - but I'm happy that wasn't necessary. If you aren't willing to risk damaging your hair, stick to semi-permanents.

To end this post, here's a selfie I took yesterday on my grocery store trip in full safety gear (I have a paper mask under the scarf):

Stay safe! Do things that make you happy! BYMB! 💗💗💗

[aphrodicted]

(2) It hurts alot right now on my chest and there's an ache in my soul, because I've never felt such way for someone before. I want to hope that he'll come back but after yesterday idk anymore. I waited months hoping to reconnect, but he never reached out, hence why I reached out yesterday but I was prepared for the negative outcome regardless. A part of me hopes he realizes that he's making a mistake, that love isn't bad and that we could grow to be something beautiful.

Hey Moni! So I wanted to update you that things didn't turn out as I expected, he still said he didn't want anything serious right now and that he didn't want to lead me on. He apologized and stated that the right person will be lucky to have me, but all I felt was hollowness. I thanked him for being sweet to me and for the beautiful moments and he thanked me in return. After that I left him on read, because dragging further would be desperation. At least I can say that I tried.

(2) It hurts alot right now on my chest and there's an ache in my soul, because I've never felt such way for someone before. I want to hope that he'll come back but after yesterday idk anymore. I waited months hoping to reconnect, but he never reached out, hence why I reached out yesterday but I was prepared for the negative outcome regardless. A part of me hopes he realizes that he's making a mistake, that love isn't bad and that we could grow to be something beautiful.

(3) I hope a lot when there's no hope. But this has all messed up with me mentally and emotionally and I hate it. I hate how I can't at least hate him, because my love is stronger and the warmth I feel still lingers. And it's funny, because after yesterday I had a dream where I saw him and we were fighting and he said "This is another excuse. This isn't over. We need to talk." Moni, I want him a lot but I don't know what to do and I'm lost. All I can do is surrender and try to move on.

Hello, my angel! First of all, I want to send you all my love to you and tell you that everything is gonna be okay. You don’t have to worry, honey, just flow with things and have patience. I kind of understand his behaviour, because in your reading he seems to have feelings for you, but he wasn’t in love with you. Also, I feel he’s having an “isolation phase” right now and he needs to think everything about your connection.

I decided to see with my cards some things to clear up my mind and share with you a good and healthy advice to help you as you need. I wish my words give you light and love, my love. Don’t be sad, please, because you’re an angel and you have a beautiful heart. When you said you can’t hate him because you love him... I almost cried, baby. You’re absolutely gorgeous and I wish I could give you a warm hug right now. I’m sending you all my love, honey.

I don't see Ale predisposed to make decisions today. As I told you in your reading, Ale needs a time separate from everything and living other experiences in these moments. In your connection there are many topics that create a certain anxiety for both Ale and you and he is not prepared to face them. In addition, there are certain aspects that are still hidden and the instability between the two is not helping you to take the same path. The anxiety of ignorance creates insecurity and mental anxiety, since you can see problems where they do not exist and end up distressed by anything. If there is the possibility of continuing to stay or see Ale as a friend or a person to spend good times with, my cards recommend it to you, but everything should be done following your comfort and not forcing anything.

I think I mentioned something about new beginnings or new stages in your relationship in your reading. This message reappears when I want to advise you. Your relationship with him may need a profound change to direct you to a new stage. It's true that to advance to a new stage you need to end the previous one. I cannot tell you that your relationship has ended, since my cards don't see it that way. You do see a little "break" between you, but the start of a merely emotional project appears after that "break" and I can't let it go and not tell you. I don't want to give you hope, but I can't tell you that your relationship with Ale has already ended, but that conversations or meetings on the Internet (through apps or chats) are present.

On the other hand, can this break have something to do with a woman? A woman appears to you external to you who could have sparked interest in Ale. If he is not interested in anyone, a woman's opinion may have helped him make certain decisions regarding his love life. However, the only thing I can understand about the situation is that the chemistry you need to be together is non-existent. There are feelings and there is an interest in being with the other (you both feel things), but the chemistry necessary to have a love relationship is not present. Chemistry is essential in love relationships and Ale may have been feeling that the chemistry he felt at the beginning has gradually disappeared over time. The fact of not speaking to you for a while has made that chemistry that he felt in the past disappear and that, in addition, Ale may have thought that you have lost interest in wanting to be with him.

What I can advise you is to take time for yourself and think about everything that happened without hurting yourself. Things happen because they should, but you should not be martyred or blamed for situations that don’t have a specific culprit. Analyze everything you have lived through these months and think about what you need right now. Remember that you must first heal and take care of yourself before making any decisions. If you aren’t completely well, others will not be able to treat you as you deserve. The reactions, attitudes and words that others have towards us are only a reflection of how we treat ourselves. If you reflect insecurity and rejection of yourself, the people around you will treat you the same and will avoid being honest with you and telling you what you want to hear, but this will not make you happy.

I don’t know how the conversation between you ended or if you have decided to break any type of contact. The dream you are talking about is honestly a reflection of what my cards say and what is said in your previous reading. My cards don’t see your relationship ended, but speak of a reconciliation in the future and a loving relationship that thrives. If you have the strength to try to have a friendship with him and gradually let the proper foundations be built to achieve a love relationship with him... it would be perfect. However, and wanting to give it a lot of importance, you must do this if you see yourself mentally and emotionally prepared to do it. The most important thing is your health and your general well-being. Pick yourself up for a while and pamper yourself, let your friends and family take care of you, too, and seek advice from people you trust, but don't lock yourself up and forget the outside world, as it won't help.

If you need any advice or talk about anything: open up to me and I will have no problem listening to you and giving you my support, darling. It’s painful to get a disappointment in love, since disappointment is a very difficult feeling to digest, but everything will return to its correct path. Everything is a learning, my love.

[punkscowardschampions]

School Project | Janis & Jimmy

Asia: I literally can't find any songs from 1916 wtf 😟😞 what are we going to do??! Daniel: Did they even have radio then? Asia: idk let me google it 🤔 Daniel: pretty sure they didn't, some kind of teacher joke, like Asia: omg it's really old though look! Asia: [sends him a link about when radio was invented] Janis: yeah the songs don't have to be from the time Asia: ?? that sounds so fake are you sure? Janis: 'Create a soundtrack for a movie version of the 1916 Easter Rising. Use songs from any era and genre but they must describe the mood and/or details of the event. Explain why you feel that each song matches the event.' Jimmy: 👍 Asia: oh 👌 Janis: feel free to go 'round the pubs and ask if any of the old fellas remember decent rebel songs from the time Asia: OR there's literally been like TV about it we can just 👀 what they used Asia: like get Liam Neeson chatting away and put a 🎵 over it 🙄 Janis: I doubt RTE could afford decent royalties Janis: not at all offensive to put it to elevator music, like Daniel: yeah, me mam watched that, it was crap Jimmy: Let's face it, weren't gonna be a patch on Taken 3 Daniel: [sends the 'I will find you-' gif] Daniel: Classic Asia: [sends the Taken 3 soundtrack whatever that is] Jimmy: properly sets the scene that Janis: Wow, it's like they stole the plot verbatim Janis: Wonder if you're the first person to 👀 that, Asia Asia: I like haven't even seen the movie though Asia: I'll take your word for it, babes Asia: cos of course YOU have Janis: 🤯 your mind, babes Janis: ask Dan here, it's a classic Daniel: Truuuuu Asia: 💙 Liam but like I'm so adhd I can't even Jimmy: and here I thought we had something special, girl 💔 Asia: ??! Jimmy: don't trouble your beautiful 🧠 Daniel: 😏 we'll leave, yeah? Janis: Reckon they've got it covered Asia: OMG! 🤫🤫🤫 I've got a boyfriend, new boy, can you NOT Jimmy: 💔 obvs Jimmy: he is that you 👀 more of me than you do of him, but alright Janis: long as you channel that 💔 into your song choices, we'll all survive Janis: just Jimmy: 👍 Daniel: 🥧 Asia: 🙄🙄 Asia: wall to wall Taylor 💔😢🎵 any era of hers tbh Janis: yeah, London Boy would be well fitting Janis: what Taylor song is your favourite, Dan? Daniel: errm, I dunno Daniel: don't really rate her Asia: 😱😱😱😱 Janis: 😱😱😱😱😱 Janis: this is the level of dramatic we're aspiring to, lads Jimmy: if any lass would marry someone right before they get 💀💀💀 Janis: new take on the break-up song Jimmy: bad blood was obvs written with all this bollocks firmly in mind Jimmy: Katy Perry who Janis: she has a boyfriend, mate Janis: you've been told Asia: !!! Janis: v you belong with me, am I right Asia: don't encourage him ugh Jimmy: 💧🎸 Janis: 😏 Janis: babes, he's incorrigible Asia: is that a 1916 word? wow Janis: I'm method Jimmy: 💔 for you we ain't gotta do a 🎭 Janis: my lack of exposure is a tragedy for another day Daniel: what do we actually have to do though? Daniel: still don't get it Jimmy: 'Create a soundtrack for a movie version of the 1916 Easter Rising. Use songs from any era and genre but they must describe the mood and/or details of the event. Explain why you feel that each song matches the event.' Daniel: yeah thanks mate Daniel: Janis, you seem to get it, you come explain it to me so I can catch up with these 2 Asia: she's NEVER had a boyfriend, Dan 😉 Daniel: What's that got to do with anything, like Asia: 🤭🤭 okay boy we all 👀 you Daniel: Shut up, Asia Asia: RUDE Daniel: I'm just trying to get this done, but you've just made me more confused Asia: aw babes Asia: just pick some songs from your gym playlist Janis: I'll do it, send you copies, don't worry Jimmy: you're alright, I need to pass this Janis: Yeah, so do I Janis: and I don't need this Jimmy: I'll do it Jimmy: the rest of you piss off Janis: What do you even know about it Jimmy: You're a expert, are you? Janis: I've been here longer than 5 minutes Jimmy: dumb and dumber have an' all, they don't have a clue Asia: UM excuse you! be more bitter that I won't go out with you, new boy! Janis: Christ Janis: we can't have multiple versions or we'll fail for not working together Asia: duh so let's work together Janis: OR let the one person who actually gets it do it and you get to crayon your name on at the end, alright Jimmy: Now that's agreed, I'll crack on Janis: Yeah, 64 is a LOT of colours to pick from Janis: have fun Jimmy: so funny, you Jimmy: get a smaller pack, rich girl Jimmy: not everything needs to be a flex Janis: 12? Janis: Gutted for you Asia: Size matters though, babes Jimmy: that's why your boyfriend keeps chatting about your bra size, I get it now Jimmy: Tah babes Asia: what? Jimmy: you heard Janis: as you're all busy here Janis: I'm off to do this project Daniel: I'm not Daniel: you going library, I'll help Jimmy: you heard 'an all, girl Jimmy: you ain't doing nowt Janis: Not to repeat Asia, but you what Janis: And why not, Dan Janis: majority rules Asia: this is SO not cool I have 🔥💡 Janis: And I'm sure Jimmy wants to hear 'em all Janis: see who's playlist ends up better Asia: UGH Janis: no doubt you wanna be on my team so bad Asia: you're being so anti-feminist rn Janis: I don't wanna be on that team either, you're alright Asia: !!! JANIS Asia: you like have to Janis: you can report me to Gloria and co Asia: I'll report you to sir Janis: 😱😱😱😱 Asia: mhmmm that'll be your face when you fail Janis: you've got the most experience there Janis: and I've got valid reason not to work with you Asia: no you don't Asia: pms isn't a valid reason Janis: don't let the feminists hear you Asia: 😑 Janis: yeah, that's what I thought Janis: never mind the lads don't wanna work with you either, you ain't said shit to them, have you Janis: 👌 fake solidarity Asia: I don't need to pass anything this badly EVER 👋 Janis: Toodles Jimmy: Can we focus now you've had your domestic or what? Janis: 💔 sorry I finished what you started, loverboy Jimmy: wrong 🌳 weren't it? Janis: Oh, you like the tall one? Janis: Cool, let's focus Jimmy: 👍 Daniel: 🌁🦍 Jimmy: stop flirting with me, lad Jimmy: I get that I'm 💪 but we said we were gonna focus Daniel: Didn't know your taste in hench lasses went that far, but I'm good thanks 😬 Janis: this chat has been nothing but rejection, sad face Jimmy: I'm method an' all Jimmy: Getting the british to fuck off out of it was top, Dan if you need a hand with the whys and wherefores Janis: Imagine that Jimmy: Yeah, gutted you're just a rebel with no cause, sweetheart Janis: Truly, how much tragedy can I withstand Janis: tah for your concern Jimmy: don't keep us in suspense, Dan's got a proper head for figures Janis: so's Asia's lad, let's add him to the chat then Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: go on Janis: Dan, you keep up with what this one is called? Daniel: 🤷😂 Jimmy: throw a 📌 at the map Daniel: Dylann went out with her before but he dumped her 'cos she's psycho Daniel: pity the poor cunt Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Janis: RIP our unknown and fallen brother Janis: we should do 16 songs, for the 16 executions Jimmy: And split it into days Jimmy: somehow Janis: That works Janis: Dan, you do the maths Jimmy: could be first two, middle two and last two, sir is obvs all about the vibe Janis: 👍 Janis: just avoid actual songs about it, 'cos all anyone is going to do is a google and throw them on, like Sir ain't heard the national anthem Jimmy: duh Janis: alright, Asia Janis: nice of you to join us, again Jimmy: 😘 Janis: 🤮 Jimmy: protesting a bit hard there, mate Jimmy: we get it, you're method Janis: you might but Dan asked for help Janis: just that nice Jimmy: 👌 Daniel: Now you've stopped talking about old popstars, I get it Janis: See? He gets it Janis: maybe throw in a couple Yankee rebel songs, some fucking Les Mis, yeah, show we do without being #basic Jimmy: A+ Janis: I told you Jimmy: I weren't listening Jimmy: soz Janis: saved yourself some 'work' if you had Janis: your loss, not mine Jimmy: I'll live Janis: 💔 it's not a play again Janis: it'd be great craic to kill you for extra credit Jimmy: have a word with sir, I reckon he'd be about it Janis: I will Janis: all teachers are sadists Jimmy: nowt I can't handle Janis: 🦍💘 Janis: we remember Jimmy: Dan ain't been able to stop thinking about it Janis: 🤤 or 🤮 Dan, what's the truth Daniel: Piss off, I've told new boy I don't fancy lads, or lasses that look like 'em Janis: He can't take a hint, babes Jimmy: I can barely read any of this, there's the truth for you Janis: Heard it does that Jimmy: you catholics Janis: You don't know we're Catholic Janis: RUDE! Jimmy: if it were me all along #plottwist Janis: save it for the play, kid Jimmy: 🤞 Jimmy: love that spotlight, me Janis: that's not a #plottwist Jimmy: if everything I said were, you wouldn't be shocked, girl Janis: know your audience, I guess Janis: know it's Sir, not me, like Jimmy: nah, he's got the rotten 🍅 already out Jimmy: it's the accent Janis: he's method as well Jimmy: lot of that going about Janis: yeah, everyone is well 🤮 over your accent Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: everyone's well 🎭 is what I meant Jimmy: but tah for that head's up Janis: you're telling me Jimmy: I just did do, yeah Janis: 👏 Jimmy: save that for opening night Janis: Not that nice Janis: maybe if you were as helpful as Dan here Jimmy: I get it, you've got your hands full giving him one Janis: 💔 show must go on Jimmy: 👍 Daniel: 'least we can get Asia to present to the class now Jimmy: 🥇 she'll do an' all Jimmy: *job Daniel: 😍😍 Jimmy: she's got a BOYFRIEND, Dan Jimmy: sort yourself out Daniel: 😒 Daniel: tell your face Jimmy: no need, you've done it for me Jimmy: Tah, my dear Daniel: you're so weird, new kid Jimmy: 💕 Daniel: I'll message you with any songs I find, okay Janis? Janis: 👍 Jimmy: [sends her some songs he's already thought of 'cause we know he's that bitch about music] Janis: [a long enough time to actually listen so you probably think she's not replying] Janis: Yeah, those are alright Janis: [sends own list of a few songs] Jimmy: [again actually listening to them] Jimmy: nowt wrong with them either Janis: so that's 7 down, 9 to go Janis: easy Jimmy: [sends one that he's not sure of so maybe she could find a cover version that sounds better or something cos teamwork baby] Jimmy: ? it's a bit Janis: know what you mean Janis: this [cover] is less ? Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: That's alright Janis: we could do some kaiser chiefs or Franz Ferdinand for the WWI refs Jimmy: [songs by them that would work which I'm not googling] Jimmy: We need more lasses on here though Janis: 🥇 feminist, you Jimmy: piss off Janis: alright, I won't put in a good word for you with Asia, calm down Janis: [some punk ladies] Jimmy: she's got a tongue in her head and she never stops using it so you're alright Janis: So I hear Jimmy: and me Janis: Gutted, serious Jimmy: 💔🎻 Jimmy: [some different lady bops he likes better than whatever she suggested, bit rude] Janis: Those works too Jimmy: they work better Janis: How Janis: explain your whys and wherefores, tah Jimmy: lyrically Jimmy: in tone Jimmy: and with what else has made the list Janis: Way to be as vague as that prompt, boy Janis: you can have [this] and [that] but I want [this] from my list Jimmy: [a more specific rant about exactly why then because he's that bitch] Jimmy: you can have [song] and [song] from yours Jimmy: we should take out [song from earlier] Janis: Fine Janis: actually write some of that down though, you know Janis: not in this groupchat but where you can get your ⭐ Jimmy: ✔ Jimmy: [quick sketch he's done for like cover art number 1] or [2] ? Janis: I prefer the 2nd one Janis: looks more like an album cover to me Janis: though I like [an element of] in the first one so do that too Jimmy: [enough time to have passed that he can do a finished rough sketch of that] Jimmy: I'll chuck you the finished one to colour in, in a bit Jimmy: as you've got more crayons Janis: BCE Janis: don't reckon you'll want your masterpiece ruined Jimmy: if you don't wanna put the work in, I'll do it Janis: I'm just saying, I'm no artist Janis: I'll fake up an ad for a benefit concert, happy? Jimmy: Alright, calm down Janis: 🙄 Janis: whatever, take the compliment Jimmy: Why? Janis: 'cos why not? Jimmy: 1. you ain't my art teacher Jimmy: 2. who the fuck are you? Jimmy: 3. I don't want it Janis: 1. I didn't call you the next Lichtenstein, I just didn't say it was shit Janis: 2. literally irrelevant to working on this project and I'm not trying to tell you or ask who the fuck you are Janis: 3. Ignore it like a normal person then Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: Jesus, confirm stereotypes much Jimmy: Confirming or denying owt is irrelevant to this project an' all Janis: tell your face Jimmy: your boyfriend already tried that line Jimmy: didn't do nowt for him either Janis: That's it, that's the joke Jimmy: Nah, joke's that you paddys reckon you've got decent craic Janis: some of us prefer subverting stereotypes Jimmy: 👏🏆 Janis: [the poster ting and some more songs] Janis: that make 16 yet? Jimmy: [sends a few more himself] Jimmy: that does Janis: Hallelujah Janis: x4 that shit and give her a pronunciation guide Jimmy: 👍