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astrae4 · 8 months ago

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A LADY’S GUIDE TO SECURING A MAN WITH BROAD SHOULDERS | park sungho

pairings — park sungho x reader (non idol au)

genre — (wc: 1.5k) fluff, romance 😼, strangers to lovers, fast-burn

warnings — ur kinda stalking him.. a bit…

note — HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SUNGHO!!! Guys i lowk want a man with shoulders as broad as his 🙁 is that too much to ask.. ALSO DANGEROUS WAS SO GOOD!!! The song teases too omg..right in my alley. I cannot wait for the album drop 😋😋

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YOU SWEAR YOU’VE NEVER BEEN this interested in gyms before. Yeah, sure, you’re sporty. But gym sporty? Yeah no—that’s another level of torture.

Right now though…man you might just change your mind. You do one more bench press, super slow with your focus elsewhere—namely, the mirror on your right that shows a small reflection of the most scrumptious man you have ever seen in your life.

Those shoulders? Good gosh, they’d be perfect for your hands to rest on, agree?

(And the crowd screams yes!!!)

This was how you started being more consistent in the gym. Currently in week three and you’re so proud that you’re broken your world record of gym streaks.

You’ve decided then: you’re going to get him.

There was just one slight problem to this equation… you don’t have any courage to talk to him.

All you know are three facts:

His name was Park Sungho (how’d you know?you overheard a friend of his call him once. You’re not a creep, okay!!)

He had the most gorgeous shoulders known to mankind.

You want him.

Okay so maybe the third one isn’t really a fact—and you swear (cross your heart!) that your infatuation with him isn’t merely because his eyes are as twinkly as the moon, nor because his lips were plump and not crusty like most men, nor is it also because his voice is just…

Anyways! You get what I mean.

That was how you ended up ranting everything to your friend Sanghyeok—which apparently calls himself Riwoo now because he said he felt more cool and mysterious with that name. ( ok get it our nonchalant dread head!! )

“Park Sungho??” Asked Riwoo, startled once you blurted everything, “you mean the one with the pointy nose and sweet voice?”

You paused and raised an eyebrow at him, “duh? Have you been listening this whole time?”

“No not like that—you mean Park Sungho in class 19.99 right? He’s in your calculus class, dummy.”

“Wait—WHAT.”

Riwoo threw you a deadass stare, before fishing a muffin out his pocket and shoving his face in it. Perhaps he knew you too well as you started shaking him for answers.

”Just go approach him—”

”I can’t!”

”Then stop talking to me about it!”

“Please, my-Ri-to-the-woo—”

”UGH FINE! But no promises and you buy me a dozen donuts tomorrow.”

”Deal!”

You didn’t get him that dozen of donuts, but Lee Sanghyeok, being the good friend he is, still ended up conversing with his Sungho hyung in their shared dance class for you.

Luckily for you, he managed to score a hangout—the three of you—for next Wednesday over coffee and desserts.

Finally, with all the gears set in, you could start with ‘diary entry 1: A LADY’S GUIDE TO SECURING A MAN WITH BROAD SHOULDERS’

(yes, it’s meant to be this long)

1. A lady hints, not talks

The first ever step-slash-rule to secure a man is to give hints. Yes, hints. No way are YOU the one to make the first move, you hear me ladies? �� If he doesn’t pick up on the clues, then you drop!

Wednesday came. And boy, it came with a lot of nervousness, I tell you! But you were ready. Dropped in the cutest fit you have—a pair of jeans with a puffy dress on top (THIS COMBO>>>)—you were absolutely ready to charm Park Sungho.

It took you a while, but you made it on time (5 minutes late) to the cafe, Riwoo and Sungho conversing already at a table near the windows. Riwoo was the first to see you, sending a wave. You returned it, and right after, Sungho sent you one too—albeit less dramatic. Your smile turned up a bit more before sending a smaller wave back to him.

”Hi guys! Sorry if I’m late.”

”It’s okay, we just came,” replied Riwoo, “this is Sungho, my friend in Dance. Sungho, this is my best friend, [reader]”

Sungho stood up to shake your hand, and you both exchanged ‘nice to meet you’(s).

”Let me get coffee real quick!” You told them, before going to the cashier.

After you ordered, you went back to your seat.

“How are you these days, [reader]?” asked Riwoo

”Good, although I think I overworked my feet yesterday, It hurts slightly,” you replied, which by the way, was a big fat lie.

“Ah, is it doing better now?” asked Sungho, who was deeply concerned.

”It should be, I think,” you replied shortly.

More small talk was made before your order number got called. You went up to get it but before you could fully stand—

“I’ll get it for you, [reader],” answered Sungho.

“Huh?” both you and Riwoo replied in shock.

“You should rest your feet since they might still be in pain if you overexert it,” he replied simply.

“Oh there’s really no need, Sungho—“ you denied at first despite the fact that you were internally giggling.

“Please, I insist,” He replied with a smile that almost melted you on the spot, before taking your receipt and heading to the cashier.

It was silent for a moment before your eyes met Riwoo’s, and his met yours. Both of you kicked each other’s feet before suppressing a big fat grin.

2. a lady takes no risks

consult God (or a fortune teller if you’re not religious) to make sure this man is for you. Use the mind, not the heart.

“Okay,” You muttered to yourself like a nutjob, “IF. And only IF he is the one…um..” you paused your prayer for a second because you had no idea what to say.

You decided to just settle for the classic, “Please send me a sign, amen.”

And with that, you fixed your hair and applied pink lip gloss before leaving the house.

Step after steps, you kept thinking of him until you reached the actual library. You took a deep breath before going in. You were early this time, but it seems that Park Sungho has a matter of showing up super early, because he’s already there—sitting in a seat near the windows.

He had his back facing you, so you snuck up on him quietly before placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Sungho,” you muttered quietly, and he jolted, spinning around to look at you fast.

Were you delusional, or is he staring at you?

“Sungho..?” you repeated.

That seemed to jolt him out of his state, “Oh, [reader]—yes, sorry for that. I was out of it—“

You giggled before taking a seat beside him, “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

There wasn’t much small talk after that, as you both seemed focused and determined to do well on your project. Mid-way, however, a crash followed by a yelp took you out of your very focused state. You turned to see Sungho—only, a book fell on top of his head.

“Sorry!” said a boy above you looking down on the rails. You both seemed to recognize him as Myung Jaehyun, who’s also in your shared calc class together.

“Why that—“ said Sungho, before he gives you a quick brb and went upstairs; probably to murder Jaehyun.

You picked up the book on the ground, and then stilled when you read the title.

‘The Sign’ by Robert Van Kampen.

Oh.

I mean, you’re not opposing now, are you?

3. A lady enjoys the reaps that she sowed

Get rizzed up all night by a nice guy (stream nice guy!!!)

“I love your shoulders,” you muttered at him, a hand on his bicep.

2 months had passed since you first dated each other.

”Oh yeah?” He replied, but his words seemed unfocused and disconnected—I mean, who can blame him when you’re sitting on him, looking so cute after you both just made out.

“Mhm,” you answered once more.

”Tell me more,” He asked.

You did, but midway you realized he was just looking over your lips—not paying attention. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you even list—“

He cut you off with another kiss. It lasted a while before he pulled away once more.

”Can’t believe I’m yours,” He whispered, smiling goofily.

You giggled. Yeah, Park Sungho’s yours. The man with broad shoulders is yours.

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candiedspit · 8 months ago

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Smear Frame (1992)

The night I got home from the hospital, we had peas and squash and good chicken. Nobody spoke. The radio spoke for us; vitamin deficiencies, lights spotted across Vegas, another building demolition. The first couple of days, I stayed in my room throwing a ball against the wall, doing long division in my head. The television playing a documentary about squid brains. On the third night, mama asked what I was planning to do.

You can be a thing in the world, she told me.

We were in the kitchen, the evening light staining the windows above the sink.

You do have a choice, she continued. But you choose to suffer like an idiot. Even the rabbit knows better than to follow the wolf.

Learn something, Jane.

And she left the room. I held her words in the belly of my chest, going over them again and again. That night, I got dressed in my trench coat and went out to the middle of town. The lights were buoyant and fresh, amazing slashes, amazing range. The moon was pinned against the skies like a cop’s badge. I stepped into Lousy’s which was a bar I had been to before. I liked it because it was dark and cold. I often pretended I was in a cave or in some sort of comet, minutes away from approaching the quiet tendrils of earth.

I ordered a Shirley temple and sat at the bar watching the bartender spin and shake and serve drinks.

What’s the drink with the longest name? I asked.

A terrible, unearthed bitter and lame dirt tonic, he said.

I mused on this for a while and eventually someone spoke to me. An older woman wearing red and large earrings asked me what time it was. I shrugged.

Maybe sometime around midnight, I said.

Don’t you have a watch? She asked. What kinda man doesn’t have a watch?

The question of my masculinity continues to come under fire, I laughed.

So, what’s your problem? She asked. Why are you here at maybe sometime around midnight?

I got out of the loony bin last weekend, I said. I’m trying to map out the world again.

How long were you in there for?

Six weeks, I said.

Do they zap your brain? She asked. I had a cousin like that, always in and out of those places.

How is he doing? I asked.

On the side of the road, she said. Begging for cash, not hiding the bad time he’s having.

That’s admirable. But no, they didn’t zap my brain.

Did they strangle you with Valium?

I was never sedated, I said.

Who put you there?

My parents, I said, I was seeing the holes in the plot, could see the failing strings in the fabric of the universe, the whole picture. I stoped eating, stopped sleeping. All I did was play chess with spirits and paint my nails over and over again. I showed the woman my hands. See? They’re clean.

The woman was quiet, sipped on her drink. I continued.

It was sorta nice, I admitted, not speaking to anyone but sounding out the idea.

Being taken care of like an infant who can’t speak. You get medication in the morning and you moan about the news. Someone starts screaming. Someone stops screaming. You go into a dreamless, milky sleep. And your roommate mumbles in his sleep, sweet robotic poems. And you don’t have a pencil so you commit them to memory; a fog roars, abstain, chapel, chapel, chapel. And you disappear from the world. Headlines float around every day and you wander around the unit making funny faces to entertain yourself and someone calls you and they ask how you are and you tell them you can’t wait to go home. And then you get home and the world is indifferent.

Cheers, the woman said.

And we clinked our glasses. Around three, the woman stood up and gave me her number and shook my hand and left. I kept the slip of paper in my coat pocket. I went out to walk by the river-end, watching the rising of the waters, the night reflected on the surface, dark rivulets. A sort of vile peace.

A couple of months afterward, I found work at a fish market. Slicing trout in half and packaging swordfish into white papers. The work was mindless, bleeding work. Nobody spoke to me. I smoked cigarettes. When I got home, the house smelled of blood.

A while later on, I called the woman. I was on my way home from work. I had not spoken to another human being in ten hours. I had forgotten what my voice sounded like. I could see myself getting slower by the minute. Words died in my head like vermin. The woman answered within four rings. I explained who I was. The boy in the trench coat. It was nighttime and we spoke for a while. You were drinking a tall martini and every so often would dive into your purse to fix your lipstick.

You sound different, she said.

I feel different, I said. I feel like an aspirin. I feel like a headache that won’t resolve.

Where are you? She asked.

By the river, I said. I like seeing the water enunciate. Where are you?

She told me she was making tea for her husband.

He’s not feeling well, she said. I’m doing what people say to do; ginger and saltines and warm baths. But he’s persistent with his pain.

Some people are, I said.

The clouds are fragrant tonight, I continued.

It’s getting late. I can see my mother checking the time, fidgeting in the kitchen then checking again. It’s something I relish. Getting home late. The worry she must feel. The worst things happen in your brain. Perhaps I fell down a flight of stairs. Perhaps I cut my hand open on a knife and I’m in the hospital bleeding out beneath the fluorescent lights. She has a feeling but doesn’t want to endorse the feeling in case it becomes a truth. And when I arrive at last, the feeling subsides and instead is replaced with a mute disappointment. I am the one she loves but not the one she missed.

I began to call the woman—whose name I never bothered to ask for, I wanted to name her myself—often. When I was on my lunch break barely eating a tuna sandwich. When I was smoking cigarettes. When I was in my room reading the newspaper and playing with myself. When I was half asleep.

Once, I was naked in bed with the radio on, and there was a sullen exasperation in my stomach. I felt as though I knew when I was going to die and if I focused long enough the date would come to me, would emerge from the foggy brain matter and I would be freed. I had been thinking of death for weeks. Death was my babe, my habit. I had visions of my own death. Dying struck by a moving car and being stuck in the tire. An aneurysm so I’m alive one moment and exploding the next. Being stunned by a bullet and feeling my cells gasp in unison.

Death is an orgasm, I told the woman one night. Death is a great, wondrous love. You go into the light. You feel peace for the first time in your pathetic silly little life.

You sound twisted, the woman said. Death is what you avoid, everything you do, you do to put death out. Your bravado is not going to protect you from what will happen or what has happened.

That winter I was sleepless. I slept for thirty minutes at a time, watched the sunrise slur into my windows, made tea for my parents and gutted samurai fish and wrapped tuna and walked around town, dreaming of poisonous gas. Sometimes, I choked on my visions.

One afternoon, I felt a pop in the back of my head and walked out of work during my lunch break. And walked straight home. When my mother saw me, she placed me on the couch and pointed a flashlight in my eyes and placed a cold towel on my forehead. I mumbled for the angels.

I had been in the hospital for two weeks when I called the woman, I had been blotted out and cast into a week of sleep. I was feeling alright.

What kind of dreams have you been having? The woman asked,

I don’t dream, I told her. I stumble in and out of sleep like a newly born calf. I feel like I’m full of milk, a white calmness in my arteries, a saline stillness.

Come see me, I said. Come see my blue scrubs and bandaged fingers and dirty acne and limp, sedated gait.

I will, she said.

It was New Year’s Eve when she came. The nurses had hung up garlands and the television played the ball drop in New York City; that mirage a thousand light years away.

We were given virgin champagne and the nurses counted down with us and the woman was there, her hand on my back.

Focus on living one breath at a time, she said. Count the breaths until you forget you’re even counting.

The year turned over onto her stomach. That night, I laid down and recounted the poem again.

Chapel. Chapel. Chapel.

#my poetry #fiction!!!!#I really liked writing this it was fun!!!

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larryisinlove · 4 months ago

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I completely agree with this post by @apparentlybychance and what I write below is from my perspective. My understanding comes from the perspective of someone who studied marketing since 2019, is a community manager and currently works in a marketing agency.

You are not compelled to take everything I say as the real and only way to look at it, this is my opinion and I respect others as well.

It's clear that Louis needs a new marketing team, as the current one doesn't seem to be doing its job properly or, worse, doesn't even seem to understand what they're doing. Their attempts to divert attention to topics such as his "fatherhood" or sexuality are way too obvious, while his music is poorly promoted. Many fans try to fill that gap by promoting his music organically, but it doesn't have much impact as we are not an enormous fandom and it's not our responsibility either. Moreover, the fan base shrinks with every failed "strategy", which generates disinterest, anger and abandonment of the fandom. This is also reflected in the organisation and promotion of their shows and music releases.

The worrying thing is that this mismanagement is not new; it has been going on since the beginning of his solo career. Some justify this by saying that Louis prefers to be an underground/indie artist and be left alone with the usual fans, but that makes no sense, that's just a justification for the bad actions of his team. No artist seeks to stagnate or limit his growth. To advocate without questioning every decision of an artist's background doesn't mean being a "bad fan", and it is important to understand that questioning the strategy is not attacking the artist.

It is frustrating to see that many fans believe that Louis doesn't really want to grow as an artist, which, again, makes no sense. The problem is the lack of planning and analysis on the part of his team, who act without foreseeing the long-term consequences. I don't understand this image they want to give him, because as a fan for years, this is not the Louis I grew up with. Maybe he's trying to distance himself from One Direction and avoid the mainstream stuff, which is admirable, but this kinda rude and distant image doesn't seem to align with his original (and real) essence.

Those of us who work in marketing and communication have a different, more analytical and technical vision, which allows us to detect patterns and strategies (or the lack of them). This is not a justification to invalidate other opinions in any way, but to offer an informed perspective. With Louis, it is clear that there is no clear strategy. His team seems to improvise, as if every decision is made without a long-term plan, simply reacting in the moment.

The resurgence of the babygate stuff a few days ago is another example of this lack of planning. From the outset it seems to have been an idea launched without considering the consequences and, now that it has grown out of control, they don't know how to handle it or shut it down for good. This only creates more chaos as the years go by. The exposure of the child has been contradictory from the beginning: How can you justify wanting to protect his privacy when he was initially exposed so much by his whole family, from pregnancy onwards, and then included in the documentary "All of These Voices"? Nothing has any coherence if you analyse it at all.

As for the blocking on Twitter, it is hard to believe that Louis has blocked so many accounts without it being known beforehand. It's an absurd and ineffective tactic to manage the narrative of his public image. I agree with the post that "Louis and his team are no different. They like to use subtle tactics like blocking, following, unfollowing or general interactions on their social accounts (mainly X) to manage the narrative of their public image" as this is part of a strategy that has been carried over from One Direction, like when he tweeted "I am in fact straight" or "Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard".

Or Another example we can name is this 2012 interaction with Rebecca Ferguson, where she expresses the overexploitation she was receiving and "Louis" replies "Success is impossible without proper hard work". That contradictory image does not fit with the Louis that many of us fans have known and followed for years. Why would an artist seek to lose fans and, therefore, limit his growth?

Over time, all this has made their actions feel fake and automated. As a fan, one ends up questioning and analysing every action from another perspective, as nothing seems genuine or truthful. His "Hope everyone is doing alright" tweets seem scripted and even programmed, lacking that closeness that used to exist. While we know that artists' social media accounts are controlled, the fan/artist connection remains crucial to maintaining public support and loyalty. When repetitive patterns and bad strategies accumulate, the authenticity of the artist is lost, turning him into a kind of "robot" with no control over his actions, which can end up damaging his image and damaging the relationship with his fans, often without him being fully aware of it.

From a music marketing perspective, there are several key aspects that Louis' team seems to ignore. An effective marketing team should focus on research and investigation of the audience, clearly identifying the artist's target audience, considering factors such as age, interests and content consumption platforms. The lack of consistent branding is evident, as Louis' public image doesn't appear to align with his musical and personal essence, leading to confusion.

A well-planned release strategy should include a pre-launch campaign with teasers, interviews and strategic collaborations, something that seems to be absent in most of his projects. In addition, multi-channel promotion is essential, using social media, interviews, streaming playlists and specialised press, without relying exclusively on fandom. A competent team should also focus on authentic storytelling, creating an emotional and genuine narrative to connect with the audience, rather than resorting to polemical tactics that distort his image.

Fan growth and retention is another key aspect. Good marketing seeks to expand the fan base while maintaining the interest of the current, as opposed to what appears to be happening. Finally, long-term planning is essential, with measurable goals and clear direction, rather than reactive and inconsistent decisions.

In conclusion, Louis' team is not managing his career professionally or effectively. Successful marketing requires planning, analysis and authenticity. His fans deserve a clear and respectful narrative, and he deserves a team that will really promote his music and his career. I hope that for LT3 we have a good promotion, that his team starts to get things right because I don't want his career to continue to suffer consequences from this, besides from his image to be ruined by the mismanagement of those working with him.

#louis #my post #louis's marketing and PR

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tomomiisasleep · 9 months ago

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notes on Harryanthe which I am crazy about, in HtN

this dumb little interaction just stuck with me. I mean they're almost always high-strung in the detailed plot, like in almost every one of the Ianthe-centered scenes one of them is in some kind of pain

but I know they have chill moments. mundane moments. petty arguments, like the one in the post scrips of the letter. And I so badly want to read those!!

anyways. I'm gonna start collecting scraps here.

you might have given Ianthe Tridentarius the pleasure of opening the note labelled Upon the death of Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Your only hope for that note was that it contained a single sentence along the lines of, Get what joy you can from my corpse, you devious bitch, but it was written by a previous self and you could not risk a guess.

Harrow: what if I didnt hate her and that makes me wanna have a lobotomy yeah that makes sense

Once, vilely, from Ianthe; she had ensconced you in fat and rolled you down the hallway out of danger, and still laughed whenever she thought about it.

ok this is just Ianthe being a little pest, but it also means that she talks about this and laughs in Harrow's face, which makes her a little bitch, but also like it means they often chat and Ianthe would be like: Yeah today I tried the theorem on apples again, but I tweaked it by directing the flow of thalergy from- hey Harry do u remember the time I saved your life hahahahahaha

The mockery you endured for needing her proximity was exquisitely painful, but humiliation was steadily becoming your existence whole and entire.

I want to know what exactly this mockery entails

It had been very nicely matched to the original until she had ceased using it altogether, and the difference was more pronounced each day. Unconscious of your critical eye, she scratched fretfully at the line until red hives appeared.

Ianthe squirming under Harrow's gaze for once

She was in a filthy mood, if she was wearing that thing, with her arm exposed.

Harrow has been keeping tabs on the state of her arm problem ever since she first woke up on the Erobos. Same as how Ianthe has been keeping tabs on the results of her lobotomy.

she said, blue eyed, those oily little freckles glittering almost pinkly above the dress. They reflected the red rims of her eyelids. You thought that she had been crying.

yeah stare at her eyelids Harrow, and sniff her discreetly all the time, sweat musk vetiver am I right (also have I expressed how crazy it drives me that she wears masculine perfume??????????? no well IT'S SO *faints*

You got better autopsies of her encounters with Beasts than you did from your own, as Augustine was wont to explain significantly more to her than either he or Mercy did to you.

Ugh why why why in this whole book I have not seen them talk shop with each other even once??? Except Harrow showing off after making the arm. Harrow has discussions with Pal all the time in GtN. clearly she trades notes on necromancy with Ianthe frequently. but no, gloss over Ianthe's intellect and just write her freak(fond) moments

You had once been fool enough to recommend that Ianthe take them down, at which point she had rustled up another from the bathroom and hung it in pride of place above an overpainted dresser.

love her

“Oh, heaps,” said Ianthe, who appeared not to have taken offence at your rejection. It was so impossible to tell, with Ianthe. “I made it. It’s vile.”

Maybe she really doesn't care about the rejection or even likes it, but "so impossible to tell" kinda hints that, well she might be hurt,maybe, there just isn't any proof

It was not a connection formed of any mutual admiration; if anything, the more you saw of Ianthe the less likely you were to mistake her for likeable. She made herself like an overdecorated cake: covered so thickly in icing and fondants and gums that it would take serious excavation to find any bread. As a necromancer she was a genius, though you thought she relied too much on shortcuts and circumventions. She had an exceptionally fine mind. She was not afraid of rigour.

If Harrow doesn't have the hots for her at least I do.

Honestly on my first read I took stuff like "not likeable" and "“Tell me to stop breathing,” she said. (“I have, on multiple occasions,” you said.)" at face value and actually thought Harrow genuinely hates her and is forced to interact with her because there's no one else. Which is true. But she's also very attracted to her and I kinda overlooked it at because I thought those feelings were mutually exclusive. And they're not. which I'm obsessed with.

Or she won't think Ianthe's beautiful and note details about how she dresses all the time.

Seriously Harrow's special fixation on "how Ianthe's clothes make her look" is hard to ignore.

for example:

The mother-of-pearl made Ianthe’s hair a lurid yellow and threw up all the mustard tints of her skin; her face was blotchy, and her eyes were sleepless pits. She looked like shit.

The skirts and waists were all beautifully cut for someone of a different height and body type than Ianthe possessed. They were tight where they should have been loose and loose where they should have been tight. They looked like her burial clothes, and she looked as though she had emerged fifty years after that burial.

she answered after a long, scuffling minute, with sleep in her eyes and her hair in dilute whey tangles over her neck and shoulders, wearing a bewildering short garment of violet chiffon.

The back was open, and you could see the fine dents of her spine—her bleached skin bluer and sweeter against the pallid gossamer—and the twin blades of her shoulder blades looked strangely nude and vulnerable to you.

Ianthe was training in her nightgown—a grisly floor-length concoction of pale golden lace that made her long, limber body look like a green-veined mummy

a lone wax figure in pale purple chiffon, tall and colourless—except in the greasy metal of her bone arm, which the lights rendered all the colours of the rainbow.

Ianthe rose soundlessly to her feet, and the long skirts of her nightgown—a brilliant ruffled canary-yellow silk that made her look like a formal lemon—rustled restively around her calves.

Note that Harrow focuses on Ianthe's clothes for how they shape Ianthe's appearance. in contrast:

she ignored your sister, whose pallid eyebrows had shot up so fast and so far that they were in danger of breaking the atmosphere. Mercymorn wore a long slip of peach-coloured silk, and her white Canaanite robe was tucked over her forearms and had slipped entirely off her slender, aggrieved shoulders. She had scraped her hair into a merciless and shining coil at the back of her head, and she had no eyes for either of you.

Obviously Mercy is SUPER HOT here, if Ianthe's reaction means anything. But Harrow only describes her clothing and not how she looks. Same with Augustine's party outfit.

With Ianthe, it's always: she's wearing ..., which makes her look gross. And I did not understand at first but now I know and feel stongly that Harrow is totally into her gross-hotness. well at least I am. the grosser she's described the hotter she is.

#the locked tomb reactions #the locked tomb #harryanthe #ianthe tridentarius

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tribalauthor · 1 year ago

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Needy Chief

(roman and y/n one-shot)

warnings: 18+, oral sex, unprotected sex, harsh sex, masturbation, edging, unconsciousness (kinda)

word count: 4k

Summary: Roman makes Y/N jealous and she decides to punish the Tribal Chief but does she succeed?

A/N: okay, this is my first one-shot and I hope yall like it :), error warning

gif by me

I am pacing around my room with the tip of my index finger in my mouth, biting it, barely being able to find a place and keep my sanity. Just a woman all prepared for her man- washed, shaved, moisturized and dressed up with his favorite red lacy lingerie since red is his favourite color and a short black kimono on the top because I feel cold from hatred.

But why am I pacing? Not because I'm nervous of my man who happens to be the face of whole sports entertainment, undisputed WWE champion for over 3 years and counting, people know him as the Tribal Chief, the Head of the Table, Roman Reigns. Nor the fact that the man in question is the most attractive man to walk on this planet, undisputed.

No. It's not that. I'm way over this. The problem is that he has an appearance on Smackdown tonight hence I made a plan to surprise him afterwards. I was getting all prepared and everything since I want to be perfect for him - to look good, to smell good, to taste good.

And what happens? I turn the show on the TV and there is him getting out of his black Jeep with his wise man. The WWE reporter, Kayla - that little woman with her perfect curls and pretty face anticipating with the mic in her hands. Then you have my man, Roman, getting out of the car after the wise man.

"What's going on tonight, Roman?" - Kayla asks. "Who will have the opportunity to face you next?"

And then he replied:

"You still seem not to get the things around here, babygirl. You don't "have" the opportunity to face me. You "win" this opportunity."

That's when I completely froze up.

He dared to call another woman "babygirl"? In front of me? In front of live television?

"He is so dead when he comes back" I thought and I'm still thinking it. I was thinking of making a great scandal but that's old, you feel me?

Men are not really affected when you scream at them and tell them how upest they made you. They can easily manipulate you and make you feel guilty about "overreacting" and yet again "being too emotional".

So I tossed this thought away and came up with a better plan.

I am gonna make Roman beg for me.

I brushed my hair and decided to put on a body oil on my skin with vanilla scent because Roman goes crazy when he smells vanilla. CRAZY.

I looked at my reflection on the wardrobe mirror which was next to the bed.

I'm gonna make him weak.

I heard the door downstairs unlocking and I quickly laid on the bed seductively, yet casually while changing the TV channel. I don't want him to see that I've been watching Smackdown.

I felt that he is entering in the bedroom but I pretended that I'm not seeing him and being too caught up with the random programme I put on.

"Hey, babe." he said softly with his deep, clear voice.

I turned to him and he had his long hair down. Oh, he knows I go weak over his natural, black, curly hair. He is wearing his usual black "Acknowledge me" tank top and black sweatpants. We'll see who will acknowledge who.

"Hey." I replied, unbothered.

He licked his lips while grinning. I think he is realizing that I'm all ready to be haunted by him but I'm gonna let him know who is the boss tonight or must I say the tribal chief.

"Why are you mad?" he laid next to me and started placing kisses on my cheeks coming down to my neck. His beard tickling my skin. "I tried not to be late. I see you got ready for me". The kisses started to become wet and his low voice got me almost ready.

I felt his big hands on my hips trying to take off my underwear but I stopped him.

"Not so fast" I simply said and he had a confused look on his face, going a bit far from me. "Tonight things will go a little different" I clarified.

"What do you mean different?". He furrowed his eyebrows.

I got up from the bed and slowly took off my kimono.

"Let's play a little game". I suggested and he rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I am about to rip this pretty ass lingerie with my bare teeth and eat your pussy out like the last meal I'm gonna have in my life. Do you think I'm in the mood for games?" He suddenly got pissed. And I know why. Cause he wants everything to be his way, no questions asked.

"And why do you think you deserve this opportunity...chief?" I cocked my eyebrow. I just pulled a superman punch on him, mentally.

"What do you mean why? You are my girlfriend. The woman of my life...the love of my life." He replied and ran his fingers through his hair. "Babygirl..."

"Ah." I raised my finger. "Don't call me that. I thought Kayla was the babygirl."

Roman then got the look of realisation.

"Come on, Y/N...is this what you are mad about? Please." He reacted as if it's nothing. "I don't really mean it, you know?"

"Aha. And what if I call another man daddy?" I asked and crossed my arms which made my boobs pop out even more.

"I'm gonna beat the living shit out of him then show you who the real daddy is." Roman replied immediately with a not so slight growl in his voice.

"Well now..." I crawled on the bed to him and made him lean back. Then I put myself on his crotch. "I'm gonna show you who the real babygirl is".

I felt his hands on my ass but I removed them.

"No touching game"

"What do you mean no touching?" He slightly got up but I pushed him down again.

"Tribal chief can't take his punishment?" He looked me deep in the eyes and swallowed loudly. "I'm gonna stay up here and I'm gonna have fun with you but you are not allowed to touch me".

I got closer to his face.

"If you lay your hands on me, - I whisprered - I'm gonna go over there on the couch and I'm gonna touch myself, making you watch without being able to touch me and taste me, you understand?"

He gave me no answer, he just let out a growl, the exact beast low growl he does during mid match when he gets angry at his opponent.

I left a small peck on his lips just to tease him even more, then another one and on the third one he attacked my lips or more precisely, my tongue which made me separate from his face.

"Ay, you are so impatient, Roman." I scolded him and licked my lips.

"You make me this way". He said through his teeth and I giggled while taking his tank top off, exposing his beautiful upper body - the muscles and the magnificent tribal tattoo which made him even hotter.

I started leaving slow and wet kisses on his chest all down to his stomach. His breaths were getting heavier and heavier. I can feel how much he wants to touch me but he had his hands squeezing the sheets. I started licking his abs and took a look at his face. He had his lips pressed and eyes close shut.

I couldn't help but smirk and put my ass on his lap again, slowly started grinding.

"Don't". He hissed putting his hands on his head.

"Aw". I pouted and leaned to his face again.

"Daddy can't take it?" I asked and then brushed my lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss but Roman swiftly turned it to a very aggressive one. It almost felt like he would swallow my whole mouth and tongue. That's what I call a kiss of desparation.

Not to mention that I felt a big bulge beneath me. Now I awoke the true beast. I started grinding even more but problem is I am getting wet, too.

"Those sweatpants ain't thick enough for me to not notice you are getting seriously wet." He said through the kisses.

"I think you should worry about your boner, baby, cause that shit must hurt." I whispered against his mouth with a big smirk on my face.

"Also, I can always do this". I ripped my tong off with a bare hand and I slid myself like a snowboard on his abs and left a wet trail.

The look on his face was just priceless. It was mixed with shock, joy and anger. I can't really explain it.

I got beside him, taking off his sweatpants which were about to rip off from his own dick and now he is only left with his red boxers which may also rip off in a while.

He couldn't help but grab me by my hips and put me on him.

"Ah. I think you just broke the rule, Roman. No touching." I tsked and shook my head. "You know what this means."

I got away from him and turned my bare ass around walking to the couch taking off my bra, slowly, leaving myself completely naked.

I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs, just right in front of his eyes.

I licked my fingers slowly and seductively and put them on my clit.

Roman's POV:

If she continues going around like this, I'm gonna fuck her until she literally becomes unconscious and I mean it.

This woman knows how to play with me and I mean it in every single way.

I can handle anything. I'm a big man. You can put me against 2, 3, 4, 5 men and can handle the beating, no problem but I can't handle Y/N and her beautiful naked body standing in front of me and I'm not allowed to do anything.

That's something I can't survive and I don't know until when I am gonna stand like this and not enter in her like a drill in wood.

Her standing over there, looking at me with her hungry yet innocent eyes, playing with her pussy which was obviously crying for me. Her little fingers getting in and out. Her sexy moans getting inside my head.

"I'm just not gonna watch." I laid back looking at the white ceiling.

She started moaning louder and heavier and I felt like I'm gonna explode down there. Her moans always make me go insane, ecstatic even.

"When is this game coming to an end, Y/N?" I yelled.

"Whenever I say, daddy." She said through her heavy breaths and after a while she reached her climax, screaming out my name in the most needy tone ever.

Lord, how much I want to jump from that bed and put my dick inside of her tight pussy.

"Y/N, I need you, please. This is not funny" I said through my heavy breaths and then she got up, coming to me.

"Did you just say please?" She grinned sweetly.

She knows. Y/N knows too well how to make a big and strong man like me weak.

She has this effect.

"Yes. Is this what I had to do?" I asked her as if I'm cracking a code.

"Almost." she replied and she licked her fingers not leaving anything for me.

What does she mean by almost?

She got over me yet again. Okay. I guess game is over then. Y/N started taking my boxers off. It's happening.

Y/N's POV:

"Daddy deserves a reward after all he said but we still have work to do." I said while taking his boxers off, and his big beast exposed in front of me, all ready to be inside my holes.

"No touching me." I repeated in the same strict tone.

- What?- he cried out and I immediately started sucking his dick like a kid who just got its favorite lolipop.

I was going on fastly and as deep as I could and judging by his heavy breaths and whimpers, I knew if I don't slow it down, he can cum just like this. I want to show him how easy he is and how little he needs from me to cum. So I slowed it down, got it out of my mouth and licked my lips.

"Please don't stop like this." He whined.

This view is priceless.

Priceless.

A big, tough man like him all desperate for me to continue.

"I'm never gonna leave my daddy unsatisfied but the moment you touch me, I stop and you deal with this yourself." I warned him.

"Tie me up, at this point." He yelled.

I shook my head.

"Let's really test your limits, Roman." I licked my lips and then went back to business, changing the tactic. I started licking...slowly.

- At this point.- he talked to his heavy breaths.- I'm not gonna talk...to any other woman. Nah. I ain't gonna look at another woman. If you are gonna punish me like this.- his usual deep voice was crying out of desparation. I almost can't even recognise him. He is so given up.

I couldn't help but grin and then take as much as I could in my mouth, although tears were forming in my eyes and I will choke after a while.

He hissed.

Then I started going at my pace at first, more swiftly. I took a look at his face.

He is so sweaty from the head to the upper body, his hair is all messy, such a look of desparation and neediness. I felt my pussy throbbing and soaking from this view alone.

"Please, Y/N.- he cried out.- How much more do you need me to beg you? I need you!" He sounded so helpless.

Okay. Mission is accomplished. I think he learned his lesson.

I did a few more ups and downs and there we go. His dick exploded in my mouth like those hard candies with a liquid filling. In this case, a very, very hard big ass candy with extra, extra filling.

This mixed with his grunts is a whole another experience.

And I swallowed it all like a champ. Like an athlete swallows his protein shake right after workout.

I got up in a sitting position. My hair was all messed up and I felt a lil bit of sperm around my mouth and I immediately licked it. My breathing was heavy as well cause god damn, my man's tool is not small. It takes a lot of work.

Problem is I need him inside of me. Now. I am also a needy bitch.

"I had no idea the chief is so needy." I finally spoke with a taunting tone.

Roman was still coming to his senses. I think he doesn't know where he is. Honestly, he looks beautiful. I got close to his face. I slightly fixed his messy hair which got even curlier and placed a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

His breathing calmed down and he opened his eyes. He doesn't look cute now. No. He looks scary even.

My expression suddenly changed and was about to get off him but he caught me and swiftly changed the positions, slamming me onto the bed and now I'm under him.

"Are you done, princess? Are you done playing with your daddy now?" He asked with a low tone yet scolding one. Also the look on his face was very hungry yet frightening. "You think you tired me? No." He shook his head and caught my cheeks with his one hand. "You think you can play with me like a toy and then leave the things like this?" he asked me and shook his head again.

"Spread your legs." He ordered to me but I sat still. I am still shocked by the sudden change in him.

Okay I thought I got him for a minute but I swear to God, that's a beast and I can't tame him for long.

I swallowed loudly.

"Spread your beautiful legs for me." He repeated but it was in a slightly softer tone. I did it this time and he stared down at my pussy.

Roman smirked and licked his lips as if he is ready to devour a delicious meal.

"Look at it. It's crying out for me" He chuckled. "So ready to be eaten up by me" He growled going down on me and then he licked it in a really slow motion then kissed it.

A desperate moan left my mouth.

He suddenly came close to my face.

"You know, I'm a generous tribal chief, Y/N. If I was a brat like you, I would also think of a silly little game but my will to devour every single part of your body is stronger, so I'm not responsible for what it's coming. You brought this upon yourself."

My heart started beating as if it's gonna jump out of my body and I felt new juices forming in my core.

"Don't give me this scared look now." Roman smiled running his thumb over my chin. "There is nothing to be scared of. Daddy just wants his princess to acknowledge him and to make her feel good. Do I want too much?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"N-no." I stuttered.

He started kissing me. We exchanged some passionate, tongue kisses then he went down on me again.

I was making fun of him earlier that I can make him cum fast but same thing goes for me, I fear. And he is going slow, still. Enjoying every bit of my womanhood.

"Please, faster". I said through my heavy breaths, feeling the sweat forming on my forehead.

Not only he didn't go faster, he stopped, looked at me with this devilish look he always does before he came up with something mischievous, which typically doesn't end well.

"Now when you order your favorite meal, do you eat it at one go or you take your time to enjoy it?" Is he eating me out or we are having a discourse lecture?

"I eat everything in a blink of an eye and you damn know it." I replied with annoyance.

"Well, I'm the opposite type, so please, after the hell you just put me through, I deserve to enjoy my meal...slowly." He said and went back to his doing.

A helpless moan escaped my lips.

Why is he like this?

The leisure motions of his tongue were driving my body nuts, just like a time bomb. However time bombs in movies usually have seconds left until they explode but not in my case. I will explode when the tribal chief says so, I fear.

He started placing kisses on it then even slightly sucking on my clit.

"Please." I cried out. Literal tears started forming in my eyes from the frustration and desperation, forming in my whole body. "Please, Roman, faster".

He stopped and looked at me again but he didn't move his face far from my womanhood.

"Funny how the tables have suddenly turned." He literally whispered against my pussy which brought shivers all over it and made me flinch even.

Then he started eating me out fastly, so sudden yet so deeply anticipated by me.

I became a moaning mess again, almost in sync with his motions. I was feeling sweat dripping on my forehead and the tension in my whole body was building up, craving to cum.

I don't need much. I really don't need much. Just a few seconds and I'm gonna-

And there it is. The bomb exploded. I fear that this man may go deaf from my vocal performance tonight.

He placed another few kisses on it and of course, licked me all dry. "There we go, baby." He chuckled and while I was coming back to my senses, until I realize, I got positioned on four legs with Roman behind me and in front of the mirror.

He got inside of me as a thief in a house. However, thiefs get inside in a quiet, cautious way. Roman's stroke wasn't any of that.

Although, I was wide and ready for his dick, I still felt a bit of pain mixed with pleasure and fulfillment because we were both waiting for that exact feeling of our bodies colliding.

Our bodies, so needy of one another, that exact drug-like feeling which you can never get enough of.

The room got filled with my moans and his grunts.

"I want you to take a good look at the mirror, princess, and see, how good daddy makes you feel. Take a look at this hot view". He said through his heavy breaths yet he still sounded so dominant.

The view is really out of this world. We look like a hot mess.

"Same goes for you, bae". I smirked and then whimpered from his strokes which were gradually becoming faster and faster. "I want you to see that no other woman will fit you as I do"

"When did I say this?" he asked through his teeth and the strokes became so deep that I almost felt his dick up in my stomach, which of course, led my breath to choke and tears form in my eyes. "Huh, tell me babygirl". Roman insisted while not slowing at all. His expression was so angry but I know he is having the time of his life.

"Never but-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence because my body reached yet another orgasm and I felt that warm feeling of his sperm filling my insides.

We both came in unison. Roman let out some moans of conquerness. He finally got what he wanted.

My moans were frail...shaky. I feel like I got no more voice to let out and will go mute if he continues to fuck me sensless.

He grabbed me and slammed my back on the bed while him being over me.

Eye to eye.

"Sorry, babygirl, so rude of me to interrupt you. What were you saying?" Roman smirked. That damn smirk which never fails to drive me crazy.

"I-" and I was interrupted again by his dick getting inside of me but this time it was in a slower motion.

"I deeply apologize once again" He emphasized on "deeply" as he went deeper. "You were saying"

"Huh?" I had no idea what he is talking at this point. Roman let out one of his deep chuckles. "I asked you when did I say that another woman can fit me"- he repeated his question.

"You did not say it with words but-" He started going faster but not too fast. However it was enough for me to cut my breaths.

"Use your words, Y/N" He is enjoying this way too much. "You were very talkative while you were explaining the rules of your game. What happened now, huh?" He was talking with this victorious tone...he knows he took the control once again.

"You said it with action" My voice was all raspy and I tried to sound clear but the situation wasn't allowing me at all, so I sounded more like a powerless human being.

"I see" he went fast once again. I digged my nails into his sweaty, half tatooed back. It will probably leave red marks but he just loves this shit.

Then he attacked my lips in a deep, passionate kiss but there was a nuance of anger. Our tongues were in a battle, exchanging moans and grunts.

I felt that I'm gonna pass out really, really soon due to the fact that I was seeing stars with my eyes closed.

"Look at me, Y/N" Roman stopped kissing me and I tried to open my eyes. That damn man still looks fresh as hell like he can go for few hours yet I probably look like I'm gonna leave this world sooner than you think. "You think I'd do that for another woman, huh?"

"No." I officially lost my voice because I barely said this.

The moment we reached our climax, I was letting out mute moans. Yes, MUTE MOANS. There was literally no voice and no power left in me. I feel all numb and powerless.

"Good". Roman spoke through his heavy breaths. After he fully nutted in me for the second time, he got out of me.

Then I felt him laying a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

"I love you and you only, Y/N. I said with words and actions"

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colourism aside, natlan’s designs just suck. (character design overview)

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as stated, even if we ignore the blatant racism in the designs, fundamentally—they are still absolute trash. i’m by no means a master character design, it’s just a nice side hobby to get my creative brain flowing, but i think that goes to show just how poor the intent behind these characters is.

warnings: long post, i’m not a professional character designer, i may get things incorrect about certain cultures, you are allowed to like these characters!! idgaf!!

to preface, i also have a problem with most designs in genshin ESPECIALLY inazuma and sumeru, but natlan’s designs are just so horrid it genuinely pissed me off.

overall, natlan’s designs aren’t at all up to the quality standard of any other nation. using the excuse that it’s because they have a different culture/style isn’t valid when you look at fontaine/liyue designs (places with two succinctly different cultures, but stunning overall designs). most of these characters are boring: no creativity, colours that clash with the skin tone, lack of depth and actual intent/personality—it, ironically, has no character. the entire purpose of character’s design is to ‘show don’t tell’. scars tell a story, colours used are imbued with symbols, shape of silhouette can tell a personality—and even something as simple as a glimmer in the eyes is a super common trope to show if a character is unstable. natlan designs lack all of it.

the reason i put emphasis on the name origins of these characters is because: A. natlan (like most nations) doesn’t have one specific point of reference, with every character being an amalgamation of different countries and cultures so it’d be unfair of me to generalise, B. hyv uses real life culture in designs, if they didn’t, the characters in liyue would NOT have any cn hairpins, qipaos, symbols, talismans (same with inazuma and kimonos), these choices ARE relevant in game and real life and are used to inspire design concepts.

we’ll start with the least egregious ones down to the ones i want to shred.

KACHINA

THE POSITIVE:

- her character is based off an american pika and i can definitely see it in the design just from the ears and the cute chubby face + large eyes (makes her look more docile and cute).

- kachina’s name is derived from puebloans (native americans in the southwestern united states). from my research, kachina’s design has at least faint resemblance to the typical clothing attire used by puebloans (the array of patterns and symbols prevalent throughout her design).

- it may not be 1:1, but to me, that’s a sign of good character design. when referencing a culture, specifically in a game like genshin where these cultures are meant to be “inspiration” and not replicas (which is a whole other technical debate), using elements from a culture’s fashion as the foundation and then building on it with your own ideas is generally, a positive.

- i really like her silhouette, it’s not too clunky or plain, and generally i can get some pretty good hints as to the basis of her character. the over-exaggerated big gloves are a huge part of her character due to her tribe (they’re kinda at the centre of her design, showing how it’s a significant part of her). the symmetry in her outline may represent her stubbornness or cleanliness, while the little hints of asymmetry on places like her knees/arms can reflect her youth and child-like nature: thus painting a character that may be striving to be more mature than she actually is.

- the colour dynamics are also very cohesive and representative of her tribe. in design we use the 60-30-10 rule (which can change depending on amount of colours used), where your main colour needs to be dominant, while the third must be an accent colour. i think this is done quite well with kachina, the main colour is the deep brown and orange, with accents of green and even smaller accents of blue. something i really liked was how well these colours were balanced with this rule while keeping the aesthetic of the patterns.

THE NEGATIVE:

- i don’t have too many complains about her, she is a four star and they tend to be much plainier than five stars and i am very conscious of that in my critiques—one big one is just that i wish they attempted to interpret more elements from the indigenous culture to her design.

IFA

THE POSITIVES:

- immediately what stood out to me without even having to read about his character were the scar on his forearm and the label pinned on his white coat. IMMEDIATELY my brain went: some sort of doctor, probably a vet.

- his silhouette is quite clean and gives a good enough idea of his character: someone who seems confident but isn’t arrogant or loud, perhaps even polite.

- the back patterns and materials on his trenchcoat/cape thing are a good reference to his clan especially with the feathery appearance—it’s not too obvious, perhaps indicating he prefers working as an individual rather than a group.

- his colour scheme is balanced and the tones used can be commonly found in the natlan environments, could be an indicator of his strong connection to nature.

THE NEGATIVES:

- ifa’s name has origins in the religion of the yoruba people (of west africa). in the yoruba pantheon, ifá, also known as orunmila, is the god of wisdom, knowledge, and divination, and is considered the messenger between the human world and the divine realm. now our ifa uh…yeah he doesn’t really have any resemblance to the yoruba culture, like at all LMAO—really wish they added at least SOMETHING (at the least, accessories / more clear patterns).

- i don’t like the fact they made him a cowboy. it’s really strange and out of character (/out of the design concept that they were clearly going for) and also completely out of sorts with the entire design of natlan. seriously, what kinda fucking relevance do cowboys have in this nation?? i don’t know if hyv just thinks anything with the word american must = cowboys or if they ran out of design choices for him but it’s bizarre.

MUALANI

THE POSITIVES:

- her design uses a little of bubbly shapes! she has no hard straight edges or lines, everything is very curved and fun—a usual indicator of a character that’s light-hearted, comedic and jubilant. not only that, but a lot of the carved areas in her clothing have shapes resembling fish which all rolls back to her tribe.

- from her namesake, mualani’s name has origins in hawaii, but her specific origins can be traced to indigenous polynesians. their cultures are very varied and unique, but if we were to take pieces from their fashion, i’d say the closest we can get to a direct reference is mualani’s skirt (patterns and colour reminiscent of lavalavac or pa'u skirts)

THE NEGATIVES:

- i really wish they added more elements from polynesian culture to her design (i feel like this is a phrase i’ll be repeating consistently LMAO), but even something as simple as adding recoloured hibiscus flowers to keep in with her colour scheme but accentuate the culture would’ve made a big difference.

- now i did imply that i wouldn’t talk about race and focus on designs, but in this case, her skin is genuinely one of the biggest factors pulling back her entire concept. she SHOULD be so much more tan. not even due to the fact polynesians aren’t THAT pale, but because of her markings. they are extremely awkward with her skin tone because they barely stand out almost like they’re implying she’s ashamed of them—which is not at all mualani’s personality!! she has so much pride and joy for her tribe it’s extremely weird for her markings to be so far in the background.

KINICH

THE POSITIVES:

- kinich’s name refers to the maya sun god and assumes to mean sun-eyed, so i’ll give them credit: he has gorgeous yellow eyes reminiscent of sunlight. his design consists of a lot of jagged patterns, which i think nicely correlates to typical mayan styles while remaining pretty succinct to kinich’s tribe. his necklace piece vaguely resembles common jewellery for warriors/kings (particularly nice homage to his name as it’s typically associated with gods).

- this one’s a positive and a negative but his colour palette is very coherent and follows the typical design structure…but it’s also extremely boring. i’m not saying every character need to have a distinctly different colour scheme and style but it has to be at least different enough where me colour picking won’t result in the exact same colours (…he’s literally a xiao redesign).

THE NEGATIVES:

- his shape language is slightly awkward. while there’s a lot of hard, sharp edges to show how he’s tough or has a callous exterior, the silhouette of his character is too soft and bubbly at the bottom. maybe it’s intentional to show how he doesn’t care how he’s perceived, but it’s still inconsistent with the rest of the design.

- once again; this is both a negative and positive, but his retro-gamer style pisses me off at face value. on the surface, it lacks relevance in his character. he’s not a gamer, he has no elements in his personality to indicate he’s a gamer (if anything, he has the exact opposing qualities, he’s not competitive, he’s not mean or gruff etc), it’s odd. BUT, i have read some people relate these retro patterns to mayan mosaics and architecture, and when i did further research i think it was actually absolutely excellent symbolism. super subtle (maybe a little TOO subtle, and should’ve been used more consistently throughout all designs) but super interesting.

IANSAN

THE POSITIVES:

- from my research, iansan’s name relates to both the yoruba religion and candomblé, she’s a blend of brazilian and nigerian influence. i think the closest reference in her design is her necklace that is reminiscent of indigenous brazilian necklaces + the use of feathers in her design are a subtle homage to brazilian culture.

- iansan’s design has a coherent and clear colour scheme, the brightest being the dominant colour and then little sprays of a contrasting purple/indigo (with the smallest speckles of green).

- i love the consistent asymmetry, the white skull atop her head balances with the white armour piece on her knee which directly contrasts the plainness on her right leg, it adds interest in her general shape while maintaining structural balance.

THE NEGATIVES:

- her design doesn’t really have intent. it’s like they created a design for an initial scrapped concept of natlan and forgot they needed to give her a personality. i don’t think anyone would’ve known she was a trainer without searching it up / being told. maybe aside from the bandana and her crop top, there’s nothing telling in her design that gives her character.

- another main issue; her character design doesn’t give you a good of what she’s like or who she is, at a surface level it’s quite pretty and matches the aesthetic of natlan, but it doesn’t give enough depth to iansan as an individual.

- overall silhouette is also pretty unimpressive, i understand she’s a four star but she should have at least more idiosyncrasies within her design, or even exaggerated features to make her design stand out.

CITLALI

THE POSITIVES:

- “citlali” is derived from the nahuatl (aztec) word for “star”. i can see that in her design she does have at least a few aztec influences from the two braided front locks, and a more modern spin on a female cueitl, i also like the little sash holding the skirt, its very clunky but i think it looks great with how minimal and tight the top of her design looks.

- her colour scheme is great and i adore it, it follows the traditional design rule and maintains a normal balance BUT i really would’ve loved for a bit more detail of either dark blue or yellow to contrast and break from all the pink-purple hues.

- everything in her shape language screams “leave me alone”, it’s all very jagged, consisting of a lot of triangles (typically used with villains but in this case i think it’s a reference to her sharp intellect or energy, perfect for a shaman).

- positive and negative; i like the asymmetry at the bottom with her left leg being shown and then her right hip having a slight cut in the fabric however it was a super unnecessary choice that i just damn well know was chosen for nefarious reasons (i’ve played these games before hyv.)

THE NEGATIVES:

- she is straight up just another version of a lolibait tsundere. i’m sorry it’s hard to keep personal bias out of this but COME ON?! she’s supposedly a “granny”, meanwhile she has a shorter female model, looks childish and has no elements in her character to help infer she has lived a long time. it’s lazy design with a really intriguing concept. once again, no character. with a name that holds so much power and weight, i would expect so much more. she deserved to be a five star (and a revamp of her personality). nothing in her character screams shaman!! maybe the accessories at the top of her head?? but everything else is super plain, like a background character that got too much attention in the writing.

- her silhouette is extremely rigid, and again, this can be a design choice in some cases, could reflect in this case how she’s closed off from people, but even so, there should be more exaggeration or emphasis in her design to make this choice seem more intentional or at least interesting, because right now, she’s just a box with scribbles on it for detail.

XILONEN

THE POSITIVES

- i found a great reddit post of someone fully going over the influences in xilonen’s design that was absolutely great from a cultural perspective! it fully divulges the aztec and mayan mythology and culture embedded in her design.

- i like the shape language used, all the harsh triangular cuts presenting someone who’s quick, strategic, to the point—with all of that broken up by the sudden fluffiness of her coat, maybe indicating she’s not as harsh as she may first appear.

THE NEGATIVES:

- now while i don’t want to discredit all the wonderful subtle details in her design as referenced in the thread…xilonen’s design as a whole is extremely low effort. if you told me she was a four star, i would honestly believe you.

- look me in the eyes and tell me that without the story you could have guessed that’s she supposed to be a blacksmith, because you can’t. i’m not saying every character needs to have their career/job at the centre of their design…but when it’s not even vaguely hinted at, it’s extremely disappointing.

- her design and job gave the perfect opportunity to add cool and intriguing metallic details or even burns to her skin, i understand she’s also meant to be “laidback” but “laidback” doesn’t mean the design has to be sloppy, the half-off jacket was already enough of a clue that she’s relaxed.

- the belt especially is disappointing because it’s such an easy design fix; she likes details but doesn’t care about other’s opinion, this could’ve been the perfect placement to add little details in the metal to things she’s interested in (skating/dj shit whatever).

- the asymmetry also fails in this design, the unnecessary cut in her way too tight and tiny shorts clashes with the fact the large chunk of hair is also laid on the side (another easy fix…switch one of the two around!!). the design is very unbalanced in its proportions, i don’t understand why one arm is smooth and sleek while the other is clunky and jewelled.

- PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. SOMEONE GIVE HER PANTS.

MAVUIKA

THE POSITIVES:

- her name is a reference to the māori fire deity. she’s the pyro archon. uhm yeah.

- her hair is a cool sun shape i guess and uh…she’s got…some patterns that look like the sun and shit.

THE NEGATIVES:

- i genuinely think hoyoverse rewrote the entire story, lore and concept of natlan 3 days before the release because there’s no way that they thought this was a plausible design for the archon of WAR. first off, her motorcycle chick aesthetic. nonsensical, doesn’t fit in with the lore of the game, nor even the shown transportation methods in natlan. if the pyro archon is just a normal person or whatever, we should be seeing motorbikes more commonly. i just know she fucking stinks too, latex in the heat of natlan? musty as hell.

- there’s utterly no interest in her silhouette or shapes…and that’s not even more exaggerating. the most interest in her design is how her sleeves puff out at the ends and the tech accessories she has attached to her boots. i hate the fact her zipper goes all the way down to her kitty. there ain’t no need for that. not only is it a dumbass design choice aesthetically, functionally that shit must hurt.

- while the colours are cohesive and follow the general rule, they are super uninteresting with the secondary and tertiary tones used in a way that doesn’t enhance the design, it feels more like a colouring book than detail.

- absolutely no part of her design would tell you that she holds the authority over a nation known for its history of war and freedom. not even a battle scar to present her fighting abilities, no special markings or tattoos—things which are VERY common symbolisms in māori culture!! this could’ve easily been enhanced just by adding archon specific elements in her tattoos. you don’t even have to dial back the fanservice if you’re that desperate, let a little cleavage out and draw a whole map of markings!! just do something!!!

CHASCA

THE POSITIVES:

- there’s feathers in her design and she’s from the flower-feather clan, i guess that’s a decent enough recall to her tribe.

- i like the symmetry in her design from the hat and the back of her tattered cape it’s cohesive, and all the small details from the accessories and metals is actually quite catching to look at, i sincerely wished this was repeated in the entire outfit.

THE NEGATIVES:

- i don’t understand why she’s some sort of elf. has this ever even been established as a proper race?? why are there elves in this nation?? does it have any relevance to her character?? or her abilities and knowledge?

- the colours are actually hideous even with the 60/30/10 rule. every hue is super desaturated and dull your eyes don’t actually know what you’re supposed to focus on so instead your attention is cast to the random fucking leg that’s just fully bare and out compared to her weird latex legging. this isn’t even good symmetry wise because… this naked/latex portion is repeated in the top half of her outfit with the arms. it’s all extremely awkward and misplaced like they had several references and just drew over all of them.

- the top is decent but super bare and dull, there’s practically no interest in the shape or material, it all feels like the default filter on dress to impress or gacha life.

- back on the symmetry, all her design weight is fixed on the left side of the design (right, if you’re imagining it as the picture above), there’s no interest in the silhouette, it’s very unimpressive and insignificant to the point where the only sole point of interest in her design is the hat because of its exaggerated appearance from the rest of the flatness.

- can you tell that despite being named after an incan goddess, her design has absolutely no bearing fashion resemblance to the amerindians? who would’ve guessed!

ORORON

THE POSITIVES:

- FINALLY!! A CHARACTER WITH VISUAL MARKINGS AND TATTOOS!!! who knew it would take this long (hint it was me)

- his entire silhouette is outline with sharp, jagged edges, reflecting a harsh demeanour, especially the back cape(?) thing which has no curve, just a sharp point—an image of someone cutthroat and dangerous. with the way he has his hoodie up it can be assumed he wishes to remain mysterious or secretive.

- colour scheme is cohesive but once again, incredibly boring and unimaginative. they finally learnt that the other side of the colour wheel exists but then lost all their design abilities in the process.

THE NEGATIVES:

- his overall silhouette outline is hideous. there’s no break in the design everything just goes down in a harsh fat rectangle. it’s way too top heavy with no accessories or anything significant at the bottom to balance all the clutter from the scarf hoodie thing.

- i don’t even think i need to mention how poor it is to butcher the name of a yoruba god and make him a furry of all things—think that more or less speaks for itself.

- no part of his design gives the impression of someone who would “tend to vegetables” and i know that sounds dumb, but what i mean is that they clearly stuck with one concept (making him some tough emo copy paste) without thinking of the whole other archetype they intended to add: someone who’s lighthearted and gentle. you can absolutely have both in a design, i’m not saying tough people are incapable of gentleness, but there’s nothing in his design to make you stop and consider that he isn’t a gruff asshole.

- ripped jeans. right. let’s ignore the beaming temperature in natlan for now—who in the design department sat down and thought, “yeah dude this is absolutely fire!!! 🔥🔥🔥”. he looks like the gacha demon alpha wolf hybrid oc i made when i was 13.

VARESA

THE POSITIVES:

- her design’s colour palette is digestible.

THE NEGATIVES:

- apparently she’s meant to be based off luchadora wrestlers but don’t piss me off. the only singular element that vaguely resembles the attire in the wrestling style is the top and just maybe the accessories on her skirt.

- someone save me who the fuck decided to give this girl temu leg warmers. LEG WARMERS. IN THE NATION OF FIRE AND WAR? characters who fight and are killers or whatever have every right to be cute and aesthetic or whatever, like bitch i love mizuki kaminade!! but this girl ain’t her.

- she has such potential but instead of going fully down the cool wrestler route and giving her these muscles and sick details and patterns…we get horny incel slop where people think her having thicker thighs and big boobs means she’s chubby.

- also?? 😭 CHUBBY? ya’ll gotta be ragebaiting because there’s no way i’m seeing people call this a revolutionary moment. she is the same size as every other godforsaken female character in game, her thighs are just bigger. that’s pure fetish content (i’ve already seen the weird milking jokes about her let’s be real, they knew what they were doing).

- the design is very 2020 gacha oc coded.

- the design is both asymmetrical and symmetrical which sometimes can look good but realistically, with the way it’s done here she just looks like someone’s first attempt at profesional design (you are failing).

- this was the perfect opportunity to give her some sort of cow print markings, but no, boring white slop. they’re happy giving her random kawaii bandaids though! >//<

- her silhouette is both cluttered and plain, all the little baubles hanging off her distract you but then when you try and look deeper at the actual outfit you find nothing but ugly egg-white coloured ariana grande sleeves and the shortest miniskirt known to man. it’s a mess, and not even a satisfying one to look at.

- there are absolutely no creative liberties taken with her as a cow either i’m convinced they just looked up the most popular cow ocs (or borderline hentai) and decided to mash it together with a sprinkle of sugar before serving us absolute bollocks. the only way they could save this character is by giving her the most fucking manly voice known to man then i’d change my entire mind. for now she’s a low tier hentai caricature for the dweebs.

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apollonia4 · 11 days ago

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Power analysys + headcanons

Side characters! ♡

Barbatos:

• It is canon that his power has to do something with time.

• I don't know if it's exactly time manipulation though cause (pls correct me if I'm wrong) we don't see him stopping or slowing down time in the game.

But I headcanon that yes, he can manipulate time but only in a certain range. Like whenever he uses it, it's not gonna be the whole devildom. No. That'd be unconventional. I'm thinking he can specfically target his power at someone, causing them to potentially turn into a child or something.

• Another ability of his is definitely foresight. He can choose to look as far as he wants into the future whenever he wishes.

• Interdimensional travel for sure (canon), so traveling to other dimensions -timelines. It's a bit tricky with that cause whenever he used this power ingame he used that in his room. I'm thinking maybe there's a limited ammount of passageways he can create? Every power must have a limit after all.

• BARBATOS IS TOUGH, TIME POWERS SHI IS NOT FOR THE WEAK💔

Diavolo:

•Many people do forget this but I believe in the OG game, it's stated that he IS more powerfull than Barbatos(Something along the lines of "the most powerfull demon in the devildom").

•Soooo with all we got from the game, I headcanon the power of spontaneous creation.

•It is mentioned he once created a whole island solely for chilling. And the thing with Lilith?? How did he do that??

• So yeah I'm thinking he can create OR change reality as he pleases(kinda like the Scarlet Witch if that helps ya).

• But of course such powerfull ability has a limit and it's side effects. I'll probably do a separate post about those.

Solomon:

• Canonically the most powerfull sorcerer in human history (not for long thoughh :3)

• VERY skilled in summoning let it be the demons he has pacts with or any other thing/creature really.

• Can also teleport quickly and effectively.

• He has pacts with OVER 72 demons so I'm thinking he can use their powers as his own even if they're far away.

• Let's be fair that man is over a 1000 years old, almost no demon has anything on him now.

Simeon:

• Really had to think on this one cause we don't see him use his powers in game.

• I say light manipulation.

• So basically, similiar to Lucifer he can create his own light or manipulate the existing one.

• I also headcanon that he has the ability to overcome and exorcise evil spirits (those originated from the Devildom that is).

• Also the angel's blessing ofc.

Luke:

• He is still young so I headcanon that his powers haven't showed yet.

• But when they will I think it's gonna be more like a defensive power, it would reflect of his personality.

• Some neat healing and regenerative powers, also creating shields AND the angel's blessing.

Raphael:

•Thee scariest angel of them all, I'll give him full marks for that.

• We know he summons spears but in my opinion he has the ability to summon any angelic weapon. Those will do enchanced damage, will be easier to handle and probably will have some side effects.

• Man's basically a walking armory, due to that his fighting skills are perfected. He's basically a master with any weapon.

•In addition he is stronger and more agile than most of the angels.

Mephistopheles:

• His power is actually REALLY cool guys.

• It's canon that if he makes a deal with someone, he can poses any power he so wishes (Mammon would lowkey love that power)

• But I'm thinking the only problem is that there isn't always someone to assist him so it would seem he's defenseless.

• Not at all, Mephistopheles carries a sword at his side if I'm correct and I headcanon that it's some kind of a legendary ancient weapon to slay demons.

He IS skilled with it and also trained in martial arts so beware.

• So his second power is: rich/hj

• He is also pretty witty when it comes to his opponents, often tricking them into strucking a deal with him.

Thirteen:

• She is a reaper and those have the power to collect souls that separated from the human body.

• But reapers have rules so I don't think she CAN use this ability whenever she wishes.

•Buuuut just because she is not allowed to doesn't mean she won't do it. That's Thirteen after all, I'm sure she's taken out a few annoying brats before. It takes so little to blow out a candle.

•She also has a high skill of wielding the scythe she was given when she started her "job" as a reaper, after all reapers are not the only ones collecting soulsss.

• That weapon is mighty and works for all types of beings, no matter good or bad because reapers are neutral.

#obey me nightbringer #fan story #headcanon #obey me #queer #art #fypシ #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #obey me side characters

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savannahsdeath · 2 years ago

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TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X STUDENT!READER

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: you stay with your teacher - ellie because youre sure she didnt grade your exam correctly. she turns out to be easy to spend time with, even though youre her student

warnings: 18+ please!!

writers note: calling ellie 'miss williams' kinda cringes me but ig thats how it is.. before yall attack me or smthn reader is not a minor so its all legal also i imagine this is like the last grade of highschool?? i dont know what age it is in usa since im polish and yeah it would be legal for us but maybe not in america so idk😭😭

Ellie Williams was a teacher in your college, most students' favourite. She wasn't boring or too strict although she was serious about her lessons and she always made sure everyone listens. The point is, everyone wanted to listen.

You loved how passionate she is about her job. You could tell sharing her knowledge with next generations makes her proud. The rest of the students mostly liked her for her looks. She was attractive, even for you, especially when she was looking at you from under her glasses. Oh, god, her glasses... And the way she adjusts them with her slim fingers... Yes, she was definitely attractive. And pretty young, as for a teacher. But the way all of those stupid frat boys made clearly sexual comments about her was making you want to throw up.

You never missed her lessons and you were her best student. You could tell she appreciates the way you look honestly interested in her lessons. That's why you were surprised when you suddenly got a D from an assignment.

You stayed after class to talk with her about it. Something was off. You stayed the whole night to do it, with blood, sweat and tears.

You found her in her office, reading some papers. After saying simple 'good afternoon' you sat in a chair in front of her desk. She dropped the papers that turned out to be your assignment.

"I was just about to talk to you." She sternly said, not looking in your direction. "Why are you helping him?"

You had no idea what she's talking about, so you stayed quiet, letting her talk.

"You've always been so responsible - straight A's, making the presentations in time. Did he pay you? Be honest, I won't report it anywhere. Luke wouldn't do that himself."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. What does Luke has to do with this?"

Luke was your talking stage. You weren't interested in him but he was in you and that's it. Your opinion didn't matter. He was popular and you wanted to have good reputation so you allowed him to do... whatever.

Miss Williams showed you two papers. One was yours, the other... based on the handwriting - Luke's.

"Look at the signatures." She ordered. "How did it happen? No bullshit."

They were swapped. Luke's work, graded for a D, had your name on it.

"That's an interesting word to use for a teacher. Umm... Yeah, I don't..." You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. You often helped him out but not this time.

"Just admit you helped him and I'll give you your A. Easy as that." She finally looked up at you. Her glasses reflected the light in a way that made it hard to look her in the eyes, so you wasn't able to tell what she's thinking. Was she judging you or are you just paranoid?

"I told him to give you my assignment since he was staying in your class longer, I swear, I didn't-" You sighed. "He had to... How could he..." You continued mumbling.

"Sh, shh... I can tell it's your handwriting. I just thought you did it on purpose." She said in a reassuring voice.

"Will he have any problems? It's not a big deal, so if we could just..." You looked at her with your doe eyes, nervously biting your bottom lip. The way she was looking at you made you understand why were the other students all over her. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your mind, embarrased you even thought about her in a... romantic... way.

"Okay, my dear. Here's your well earned A." She showed you a new copy of the assignment with an A grade written at the top. You also notice her fingers slightly grazing your hand as she does so. the same fingers you used to imagine touching you in such an intimate way "Now, if it's not a big secret, why are you even worried about Luke? For him, a better grade is more important than you. But if you really like him, I may group you both together in the next presentation."

"No, I don't, it's not that..." You quickly explained. "It's just... I don't even know. He's just everywhere I go."

You could tell something was off when Miss Williams mentioned Luke. She never did speak poorly about any of your classmates, not even once - it's simply unprofessional. But, this time, she seemed irritated, perhaps even annoyed.

"I'm glad to hear that, he's no good for you. He obviously wants more than an assignment swap." She put all of the papers back into her file. Suddenly, she leaned in towards you. Not too close, but way closer than she was before. "You look nervous."

"I am." You admitted quietly. Your heart starts beating fast. She's never been this close before. You both met after classes before and she was friendly, sure, but never this... interested. She made it to the point you didn't saw her as a professor anymore, just a woman, maybe even potential... girlfriend.

"I can help you with that stress if you'd like." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't resist her. She leans in closer, until your faces are so close together that your breaths become one and if it wasn't for the desk, your bodies would be pressed together. The moment she touches your cheek, you can't resist anymore and kiss her back. She takes your hands and presses them against the back of her head, pulling you closer as she deepen the kiss.

You never felt this way before. This doesn't feel wrong, it's... exciting. She's exciting.

You hear a faint sound from outside. Someone trying to open the door.

Miss Williams quickly straightens up: she straightens her clothes, fixes her hair, and picks up her papers. Then, with a deep breath, she answers the knock.

"Hello... Can I help you?" She opens the door.

It's Luke, standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flicked from Luke to the teacher and back again, not understanding what's happening.

"I just realized I forgot my bag at class today, so I dropped by to pick it up. But I see you have company." He looks at you and gives you a subtle wink.

"Oh, don't worry. I was just giving her assignment back an A. The A she deserves." She says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, exactly, Luke. I know you swapped our assignments." Your eyes lingered at him for longer this time, as you saw he knows something so you tried changing the topic to more formal one.

"I... uhh... no, I didn't do that." He replies nervously, his tone and body language giving him away.

Miss Williams looks at you with an expression that conveys "I can't believe this is happening."

You continue; "Look, Miss Williams found our assignments mixed up. Mine... with your D grade on it... and yours, with my A on it."

Luke shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's been found out. "Oh... well... I guess I'll just be on my way then." He says awkwardly.

"Just take your bag and go before I change my mind and not be so nice." Your teacher said, making eye contact with you instead of him.

Luke quickly grabs his bag and scurries away.

Miss Williams sighs and closes the door. "What a little... trouble maker." She says with a smile. She walks towards you and stands in front of you, facing you directly. "I hope he didn't bother you too much." She says softly, her tone carrying a slight flirty vibe.

You smile and shake your head, even though the truth is he did.

"You should go now, I don't want your parents worrying. Visit me here from time to time though, 'kay?" She smirks, stroking your hair.

"Yes, ma'am." You reply, trying to be playful but failing in your nervousness. "I will... umm... see you at class tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She replies, a grin on her face as she stares deep into your eyes.

As you leave, you try to remain composed, but you're melting inside.

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number1caesarclownhater · 7 days ago

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SEVEN DEADLY SINS OC!!

were back with some more of Ephalios!! sorry it took me so long this one drawing js took me SOO LONG (14 hours). but it was for sure worth it💔. its not fully finished but I just COULDNT get myself to finish it so js imagine theres more plants to the background and ignore the mistakes i forgot to fix LMFAO

This was really out of my comfort zone so im shocked it didnt turn out as bad as i expected it to be! but the context is I drew him in that one statue of Narcissus looking at his reflection!! 'Shoutout' to @wittness for showing me this video on tiktok XD, I js found it so funny I had to quickly draw it as him

And now as I promised.... 🥁 LORE!! basically as shown in the Ephalios character design sheet theres a pre and post *event*, that event was him finaly fighting someone who overpowers him. Hes so used to getting his way even in fights it took him so aback to finaly meet someone who was able to land some hits on him he started fumbling BAD and lost focus and Lost horrifcly, but luckily escaping with some sacrifices. after this he had a whole new view on everything and kinda a slight personality change but il get to tjat another time :3 the reason Ephalios got absolutely jumped by someone else is ofc for his wings woah what a shocker, a fairy geting targeted so they can get their wings taken. The person in question: APERION!! I remember him having a whole sotyr on why I chose this name but I mightve forgot.....

So hes not fully developed yet with lore and story cause some situations has happend to me scrapping this fuckers lore like a bajillion times but stuff i can say is hes a doctor (biology nerds unite!) And js the polar opposite of Ephalios. Hes not that greedy and doesnt rlly ask that much even if he is kinda in debt to a holy knight (my friends oc is the holy knight, we still gotta figure out some stuff before we can introduce them) so thats a slight problem for him. hes not the kind to be violent against people who has done no wrong to him but he has been doing some tasks/erands for the holy knight and one being to get fairy wings but ESPECIALLY ephalios wings. wich yadayada "hey give me your wings! I ask this in the nicest way!" "man fuck off im not doing shit for you" *fight breaks out* BOOM i had to rush the text cz im suposed to go somewhere rn so it might have spelling problems or js sentences that dont make sense. ill rework the text another time!! unles i forget ID LOVE TO ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS

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zais-zafu · 11 months ago

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manifestations through my subs

hey! I wanted to create a master list for all that I manifested but Idt that's possible cos we manifest all the time + I manifest a lot of things per day/week, so here's just what I got out of my own subs over time! will also include some success stories from some comments too!

(yt channel link)

okay so far, I created these subs + results:

dad does what I want sub

this is my first sub and so it holds sm love in my heart <3

at first I dreamt about dad a few times & in my dreams he reflected back my affirmations + now he is much kinder, generous, and loving too <3 now it's been a while since that and it is so funny how the old story just switched (I even low-key forgot how dad was like before). my dad really conformed to what I affirmed for that now he's the least of my problems + someone I feel safe with and loved by

perfect lips sub

my lips are much fuller and vibrant, actually they are kinda tearing up bc of how much larger they got lol (they're healing fast tho so dw + I think they're just a lil chapped cos of the heat & some dehydration)

update: they healed and I am in love with them now, they compliment my face perfectly so I stopped using it!!

best driver sub

I got my license (even when I really gave and asked dad to lemme drop and was sooo done with lmao)

hairless sub

I listen to it every once in a while and it is nice to see how my whole body is losing hair and really looks hairless (probs lost like 50% of my hair in the 3d). now, my sister keeps accusing me of shaving in secret hehe

'your life is perfect' repeated 100k+ times sub

this is one of my favourite subs cos it was a start of a new era when it came to how I formulate my subs. I got such a shock when I first listen to it and it is an umbrella aff so I can't exactly provide results but I feel grateful, peaceful + I see much more beauty, opportunities, and fun in my life!

'you are perfect' repeated 500k+ times sub

this sub is crazy! I remember I woke up, ran some errands, then created it and listened to it for like 4 times then I got SO sleepy like my mind was super tired even tho I jusy started my day (probs cos of the amount of affirmations like it is that powerful!). ever since I started listening to it I have become so aware of myself and changed a lot on the inside (I think my ego died a lil lol). I really feel much happier with myself in a way that is detached from my ego :)

money self concept sub

I had AWFUL money stories growing up, but now money feels fun and easy to me. I don't overthink my purchases and I use it ways that ik serve me. I also get random money gifts and life really feels abundant!!

best birthday sub

I had the best bday ever! not bc of its extravagance, but rather its peace. my bdays were either a time of stress to look like I have a thriving social life or ignored (even by me cos it was too painful to face the pain of other's indifference). but with this sub, I really felt calm and grateful for the first time on my bday <3

'I am the prettiest' repeated 200k times sub

yeah, I have my df. it's actually crazy cos I thought I was the ugliest growing up.

academic acceptance sub

I haven't really applied to anything important yet, unless you count a UN bootcamp :0

the sub does also concern finding opportunities which I can atest to! I don't like for them and the just show up in the most unexpected ways, like they're made for me.

time and energy for everything sub

I love this sub! I feel so energised and like such an overachiever. whenever I am unmotivated I listen to it and feel sm ready to tackle the day!

wish granter sub

this is a mindset + wish granter sub, since using it I can feel even more of lifes magic and I really do think it is a great booster before listening to anything!!

(ofc these subs are not the only way I practice the law but subs are one my main ones so I hope you felt motivated by these results!)

#subliminal results #affirmations #manifesting #dream life #law of assumption #manifesting inspo #subliminals #subliminal #loa motivation #loa blog #loa tumblr #loass #loa #loassumption #zafu results

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akirathedramaqueen · 9 months ago

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You know what I love about this show so much?

The kindness. The understanding. The redemption.

And that's in the setting of fucking Hell. The irony.

The characters are deeply flawed. They make a lot of mistakes. They fuck up even trying to fix things.

But they are trying. They have a lot of virtues, too, even though they don't see them themselves. They slowly but surely process their problems. They work around their trauma and the conditions they were raised in, deeply affected by it, hurting but still powering through, learning, and developing.

Although we are far from the end of these characters' journey, the SpindleHorse team does an amazing job of making these characters sympathetic, believable, and real. They give you the information and the opportunity to understand how complicated things are, how both sides of the conflict can be understood and blamed at the same time.

And the main thing? The forgiveness and redemption. You want these characters to do better, to be better, of course. But you also want them to be loved, despite the fact that what they did was obviously wrong.

You, as the viewer, already forgive them, and you just want them to forgive themselves. To allow themselves to be loved.

When I watched the show and saw them making the same mistakes I did, some horrible things I wouldn’t forgive myself for and struggled with for years, I suddenly understood the struggle. I empathized with them. I wanted to give them a hug. I wanted to comfort them and promise that things would get better and encourage them to give it one more try, one more talk. I wanted to scold them for self-loathing because I know all too well the kinds of dark places it can lead you to sometimes.

And then the thought comes to mind, "Can I afford a bit of this empathy for myself too? Just allow myself to live with the fuckup and allow myself to be human?"

It didn't fix me. But it eased my turmoil and taught me to understand it better. It taught me some empathy, too, and I thought I was the one with the emotional ingelligence of a nightstand. Well, I still kinda am, but at least I learned to listen to people sometimes.

I just want to thank the whole team who worked on Helluva Boss for all the self-reflections I experienced with their creation.

Thank you.

#I think a lot of characters could be placed in there #but you know I mainly refer to our favorite disasters stolitz currently are #talking about Stolas and Blitz specifically #I see Blitz and how he self-sabotages and hates himself #I see Stolas and how he struggles with his legacy as a privileged person and as an abuse survivor #and I love how deep and complicated they are #because I also see protective and caring Blitz #I also see gentle and kind Stolas #they both have so much good in them #and bad too #but the redemption is possible and they deserve it #and I love the series for demonstrating that they deserve love despite everything #and I know there are plenty of fans hating on Blitz or Stolas or anyone else but I don't think they really get the idea creators had #so I don't take them into account #akira's philosophical blabbering #helluva boss #kinda personal #idk even know which tags to add here #stolitz #stolas #blitzø

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My strong reasons for believing buddie’s going canon:

#before you even start reading, mind that this is kind of a mess, and it ended up being less of me try to explain what has led me here and more building a roadmap of where I think this is going and what connections they’re using and what I would do?? Idk it’s weird, also all of this is just what I’m seeing. I don’t really care if you disagree, sorry, unless it’s about specific things that could be cooler than how I’m seeing that. I’d love to hear. I just simply, am putting my whole brain out for y’all to look at. If you don’t want to see it or think it’s bad and ugly, then look away.

That being said

They’re opening buddie to general audience. I feel like if they didn’t want buddie to be a thing, they wouldn’t openly put the question of Buck being in love with Eddie out there, if it wasn’t going to happen, even if Buck dismisses it at first, we still have a whole season to get through. At first I didn’t think this was a strong reasons, because they’ve had queer-baited ships like destiel (which is notoriously one of the most painful cases) be mentioned on the show. But I feel like on supernatural (don’t quote me on this, haven’t watched it enough to know 100%) it was almost played for shits and giggles. Nobody was genuinely like “oh are you in love with Dean? It’s not that crazy” and Castile was never like “what? No? He’s straight.” And I think, if they weren’t going there it would be played more for the sillies than Buck actual having a problem with it. He was upset at Tommy thinking of Eddie as competition. And this part is my two cents but, whether or not he realized it, it was because there was some truth to it that he didn’t want there to be. And they wouldn’t introduce this idea if they didn’t want it, if they wanted to shut it down they could flat out be like “no, that’s not where we’re going” rather than make this a whole plot line. Why mention it at all if they’re not going somewhere with it.

Some of the interviews from this episode are??? Tim says that Buck’s buddie denial isn’t the end?? If he hadn’t said this, I wouldn’t be too sure. If he hadn’t said this, I would probably say that this could just be them trying to put a stop to this nonsense. He says he’s not making promises but this isn’t the end. Which in my opinion, kinda has to point to at least Buck having feelings for Eddie. Because if this isn’t the end then they’re surely going somewhere else with this, they might say they’re making no promises because maybe Eddie doesn’t feel the same (but I have a whole other post to make about why I seriously doubt unrequited buddie would happen) or because Tim simply can’t spell it out for us until it happens.

Both Tim and Oliver also say that Buck’s never really even thought of having feelings for Eddie as a possibility, this goes with the interviews. Buck just realized he was bisexual, he’s hardly figured out he likes boys as well, and during most of that time he’s been in a relationship. So the Eddie of it all hasn’t been floating through his mind at all. He hasn’t ever thought Eddie was an option (he thought he was straight) and he still doesn’t (Eddie’s presumably straight.) He’s just taken Tommy’s words currently as an attack and mean spirited accusations (plus he thinks Tommy’s happy about Eddie being gone, which upsets him) so his emotions are working overtime, he’s frustrated. He’s attempting to shut it down, as Tim said. That doesn’t mean what he’s saying it entirely true, or upon reflection will be.

I think (I THINK) this initial reaction to Tommy’s thoughts on Eddie. is because ultimately feels a little attacked by these accusations he feels like Tommy has thrown at them. He says directly like he feels like he’s being accused of something even though he has no good reason too. Tommy, however you feel about the guy, was clearly not 100% serious with this Eddie comment. Buck is quick to jump to the conclusion that Tommy meant he was competing with Eddie romantically when really that’s only one of a few possibilities. He could’ve been competing with Eddie over a lot of things due to his closeness with Buck. His attention, his time, his priority. These things could’ve made sense in the context, rather than Tommy strictly seeing Eddie as romantic competition. It could’ve been a joke about how much Buck cares about Eddie, and if they weren’t going somewhere with this, it should’ve been. Buck jumps to the conclusion that he meant it as him being in love with Eddie. Everything Tommy’s saying could’ve been seen as him saying Eddie takes up a lot of space in Buck’s life (he’s living in his house) and it’s intimidating to try and find a place alongside that. But Buck takes it as a him being in love with Eddie thing. We’re meant to be thinking about it, if we weren’t already. Is Eddie competition? Is Buck in love with Eddie? He reacting emotionally to what Tommy said, and he’s still not thinking about Eddie like that, he’s just upset that he’s been accused of doing so and he’s trying to stomp it out. And as mentioned, Buck didn’t like that Tommy seemed happy that Eddie was gone. So he’s annoyed that Tommy saw him as competition and is now like “well yay that’s gone, now I wanna be with you again” that’s annoying to him.

Eddie’s “straight.” There have been three mentions of Eddie being straight this season. Two this episode, from Buck, and one in episode six of this season, from Eddie. No other character has their sexuality stated like this or this much. The only character I could think of that has, is Michael and Hen (canonically gay and lesbian characters.) Tommy might’ve said he’s gay?? I’m not entirely sure. Nonetheless, nobody’s saying Chimney’s straight or Bobby’s straight or Athena’s straight. They don’t need to, you don’t need to think about it. But it’s different for Eddie, it needs to be said. In the writer’s room they specifically decided to put in places this season to show that Eddie is straight. Say it, rather than show it, actually. It’s also interesting to add that two of these instances are not from Eddie himself, but from Buck in his reasoning as to why he’s not in love with Eddie and referring to him as his straight bff. The one time from Eddie, is when a man is trying to sit and speak to him. He just immediately assumes this man is hitting on him or is about to? Okay.

I think this can also tie back to Buck and not thinking about it. Eddie has not had any time to think about himself. When he’s young, he was raised Catholic and was probably told being gay was a big no so he never thought about it. Then he starts dating Kim and gets her pregnant, and they have to get married because of the church. Or at least, that’s a big reason why they go married, as we heard from Eddie. No time to think about himself. Even less time when he enlists, being in the army for at least three years. Then he come back, Shannon leaves and he’s soon a single parent who’s moving to Los Angeles from El Paso. You think he has time to think about himself? Between all the training to become an army medic and then all the training to become a firefighter, he’s barely had time for himself at all. No time for himself, at least not any where he wants to do deep reflections. Even after he would begin realizing that what he grew up believing isn’t necessarily what he currently does. Eddie believes he’s straight, it’s not necessarily true. I thought I was bisexual for a good portion of my life, when really I’m a lesbian. Not exactly the same, I still was aware of my interest in women but I also liked the idea of being a girlfriend to a boy and being able to say I had a boyfriend. I was never interested in the actual boys. Is this something that could go on with Eddie? Possibly. Maybe he wants to be that perfect boyfriend/husband with the picture perfect family. Maybe that’s why he asked Shannon back into their lives. Maybe that’s why he tried dating a teacher Chris loved. Maybe that’s why he wanted Marisol to move in while barely being with her. Every relationship he’s had with a woman is a failed one, that’s entirely his own doing. He basically pushed Shannon away, respecting her as the mother of his son but not as his wife. Not as a partner. He had panic attacks at the prospect of a future with Ana. He emotionally cheated on Marisol with a woman who looked like his dead wife, who he used for closure. But enough of why I think Eddie’s not straight, I think the insistence that he is, is proof that he’s not. Because they wouldn’t have to say it, if it wasn’t going to be brought up more and more. Not in this show.

Eddie’s storyline in El Paso will show him finding himself in one way or another. Away from El Paso. Refinding himself as a father to a changing Christopher. Eddie’s going to be having revelations. I don’t think it’s crazy to say that could include ones about his sexuality, especially facing his catholic family who told him to be the man of the house as a child. He will finally have that time to think about himself, about what he needs to be doing, specifically to improve that relationship with Christopher and he could ultimately end up reaching so far into himself that he finds he’s not as straight as he thinks.

Tommy’s reaction to Buck saying Eddie’s straight is to scoff and say “okay.” And while Tim said you could interpret it as him being life ‘okay, sure, that’s not my point’ you could also take it as a ‘yeah, right’ moment. Which is kind of how the actor plays it as? And while it could just be an acting choice, if they wanted something else, our lovely director, Aisha Hinds would’ve directed him to do something else. If they wanted it to give off more ‘not my point’ vibes, they would’ve done it again. They let him make it seem that’s a stupid idea. That Eddie being straight is a stupid idea, when they could’ve leaned towards the other way.

Bucks reaction to Eddie leaving. It’s totally normal to miss someone when they’re gone from your day to day life. I have a friend who’s at a school where there’s literally no screen and I have no way to contact her except for through letters. I know what it’s like to miss someone. Granted, not everyone has the same ways of showing how they miss someone. But I still think Buck’s reaction leaves room for a little speculation that his feelings are not entirely platonic. He cannot shut up about Eddie. And the only time he can is when someone’s distracting him. Eddie’s like literally one of the only things on his mind. But he’s not willing to pick up his phone and actually talk to him. I sort of want to say it’s reflective of Abby? He almost tried to stay in contact too much but now it’s Eddie and maybe subconsciously he knows it’s not entirely normal to be reaching out all the time because of how it was with Abby.

Most of this ended up me just thinking through this from a writing perspective and then putting down what I would do if I were writing this and where I’d be finding connections. So maybe it’s not the strongest it terms of like rhetoric, if you were someone who was doubtful. But I feel like this at least kind of give me a roadmap of a few places this could be going, maybe you feel the same. Sort of a mess but so is this show!

#911 on abc #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck buckley #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 8x11 #supernatural #911 #911onabc

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