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violence made me gentle at last
#me: hoffstrahm phantom au that takes place in sawville or wherever the fuck and its like hoffman as erik and strahm as christine but not re#the black mold in my apartment:#coffinshipping#saw#mark hoffman#peter strahm#hoffstrahm#this looks so saturated here omfg#serious about doin that phatom au though likeâŚ#itd have to be like a modern interpretation like phantom of the paradise inthink#polachek lyric cuz ⌠violence did rlly make him gentle at last (who ? who do you think.) (im asking you)#irls look away plz
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đ˘ LADIES, GENTS, IN AND OUT BETWEENS I PRESENT TO YOU....
đ ⨠THE WINNERS OF THE DTIYS 2024!!! ⨠đ
đĽ 3rd Place Winner (chibi art prize!): @stainy-doodles
I REALLY loved how u made Lamb look much more sadistic here with the tilted head and the even sadder Narinder. And the Crown details just rlly added to the spooky of it all, especially with it floating above their head rather than sitting on top of it! I ALSO LOVE THE TEXTURE U gave to their coat!! It rlly compliments the "semi-realism" this piece gave me at first glance and - therefore - helped it look much spookier Great job!! <3
đĽ 2nd Place Winner (headshot art prize!): @7squidgy7
I cannot express how much I absolutely ADORE ur linework here dude, its fucking amazing The way u relied mostly on it to show where the light is coming from and also to texturize the piece itself is just ARGH!!!!!!!! Its giving me Tim Burton or Don't Starve vibes with how much this one lacks saturation in colors and I fucking LOVE THAT. Great fucking job I hope I can make smtng like that someday with my own lines đ
đĽ 1st Place Winner (halfbody art prize!): @therekinperson
JUST WHAT THE FUCK MAN HUH????????????? WHAT THE SHIT LIKEIHASNJDKASKDMASDAS Omfg IM IN LOVE with how dramatic this one looks, the movement of the clothes, hair and everything + THE FUCKING SNOW ON THEM just rlly adds to the feeling of "what have I done" the Lamb is giving me here As u said urself, u imagined them as going insane while doing this and Im proud for you to say that u fucking did it. I just love everything about this its giving me "screenshot of a great movie" vibes KEEP GOING CRAZY ON WHAT U DO its makes a nice difference in how much ur art impacts ppl. Well done! <3
⨠Congratulations to all winners! Make sure to DM me in order to receive ur prize â¨
As for everyone else who joined, srsly, tysm for participating I loved seeing everyone's renditions of my piece. This was my first DTIYS Ive ever hosted so it makes me rlly happy to see so many ppl were interested in taking part in it! đ
For whoever who wasnt able to finish ur version in time, Id still love to see it and rb for all to perceive as well! And those who just wanna draw it for funs later on, I wont mind at all! In both cases, do not hesitate to @ me <3
đ˘ TYSM TO ALL WHO JOINED!! SEE YALL NEXT TIME đ
#skyartworkz dtiys#skyartworkzdtiys#dtiys winners#dtiys#artists on tumblr#artistsontumblr#art#skyartworkzzz#I wish I could do an honorable mentions in this post but itd be so long sobs#JUST KNO I GENUINELY APPRECIATE AND LOVE EVERY PIECE YALL;;;;;;;;;
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Hereâs you guys sorry if the colors came out rlly weird!! My graphic pad shows colors too saturated and my actual computer screen is broken. Repairing shit on a crashed space ship is hard
I love you guys sonas and itâs so damn cool seeing all of them and being able to draw them is such a fucking honor- thanks so much! These are for the elder project which might be animated but donât get ur hopes up
I stylized them differently and severely but theyâll all look similar once I actually get the project moving
Ilysm ty <3 I got 2 more to draw too so keep your eyes open! Also lemme know if u wanna be in the elder project and have a drawing done of u thx!!
@thestrangelystrange omg why tf do I hear boss music like omfg Dollyâs design is so fucking powerful my skin almost blew straight off my bones while I was drawing this I love it sm
PAPWJRBDKLANWBEHCHSBWJWKR i love the hair too oh my god maybe one day I can have hair like thisâŚ
@angelbambisworld I literally canât say how much I am in love with your Kissonaâs design OMGG- literally gives me early 2000s vibes like so damn aesthetic- pls draw more I gotta see more of ur sona this is my whole childhood
I am so fucking in love also I added a little Gene to keep your sona company-
@that-metalhead-ace here ya go! I really admire that you actually drew acne n stuff, like thatâs so cool! Im rlly sorry if I couldnât get the details correct my brain doesnât work half the time but the design is so fucking cool
Originally I was gonna go with bolder colors all over but I decided against it
Also you probablyyy noticed I didnât draw the pentagram. I was raised Christian and even tho Iâm atheist now I have ocd so yeah⌠Iâll hopefully be able to draw 1 later lol
#sona art#kissblr#I drew you#fanart#digital art#fanartist#teeheeeheee#my computer was so slow omg I almost cried
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Our Jeffy turned 29! Fucking 29 and he still looks like a baby! I 100% know you won't see this but I'm still making this post out of dedication before I sleep; HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY JEFF SATUR! You're an amazing musician and a genuinely fun person to be around (at least as I see it). You might have given the impression of a cold prince when you played Kim, but you seem to be the opposite, especially when you enacted Tankhun đđđ And THE KIND OF VOCAL RANGE YOU HAVE!! OMFG!
Happie Bday Jeffy once again. I'll continue listening to your songs on repeat. You first made me admire you when I first heard Why Don't You Stay and furthered it with Strangers. And Hide has the coolest outro! believe me!
Before I go, I'll post a series of pic collages dedicated to Jeff. So here you go!
Smiley and cutie Jeffy
Aesthetic Model/Femme Jeff
Musician/Guitar Jeff
Jeff with Cattos (and a doggo)
Jeff with his bros (his pic with Bright hits HARD)
And finally, STRAWBERRY JEFFY! đđ
#HBD#jeff satur#kimhan theerapanyakul#birthday boy#HE'S ALMOST THIRTY IT'S UNREAL#barcode tinnasit#bible wichapas#mile phakphum#bright vachirawit#musician#thai actor#kinnporsche#wuju bakery#ingredients#why don't you stay
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Hello~~~ How are you doing these days? Itâs me again âşď¸ Wanted to ask you about lip products recs this time. Iâve seen you recommending Revlon but theyâre not easy to buy for me (aka out of stock and unavailable forever, lol) đ Maybe if itâs something you donât use, itâs at least something you heard about, hhh. Iâm cool-toned light medium, I gueeeessssss, and my lips are pretty pigmented. Only thing I know is Rom&nd Cherry Bomb lip tint looks amazing on me đ And not too far off from picture they provide with! Unlike some other shades probably. Honestly Iâm an orange fan but I can imagine it wonât look good on me, lol And I usually go for dramatic eyes (sometimes even whole rainbow of eyeshadow) so maybe I need something basic. I like gloss â¨â¨â¨ but put lip balm yesterday and entire flock of small flies died on my lips and đđđ
If you canât answer at all, Iâll go for toku ask, something someone probably asked you alreadyđ§: who are top 3 best makeup toku characters, either canon (hey, remember cat Zox) or spiritually (hello, diva Tsukasaaaaaaa) OMFG, OMFG, Can you do some slay makeup for Daiki, lol Something heâd never wear as canon horrible fashion gay but something heâd look incredible in, omggggg, Iâm cooking. Can you choose heels for him too or something
By the way, update on perfume: ik Jazz Club is better for colder weather and itâs 2-8 C degrees outside, but itâs pretty hot in buildings/at work so Iâm not sure if itâs perfect space for it, kkk. In the end itâs very warm blanket comforting scent which goes clean male fragrance depending on my condition, lmfao, I like it. Might be blind to it/itâs weak now tho
Anyway, sorry that this is long, thank you for always answering đ Hope you had a great day and tomorrow will be too
We're very different skin tones unfortunately (I'm a high contrast high saturation warm-to-true olive with very distinct yellow-green undertones lol it sure makes foundation shopping IMPOSSIBLE) so I don't think any specific shade recommendations are going to work BUT I would definitely stick with asian beauty products for cool and light skin tones! I basically live in Etude House Dear Darling lip tints, they're like $8 and last forever, just top them off with a gloss and you're good to go. I always go for cheap gloss-- expensive just is never worth it for lip products. NYX is hard to come by here but I've enjoyed their lip lacquers for some time.
As for best toku makeup...
obviously Kaguragi is top tier. The winged eyeliner AND eyebrows, the single red underwing, the 4 white dots on his cheek, even though it IS beautiful it is moreso incredibly evocative of character and culture which adds an incredible amount of depth to a character who's already honestly probably TOO complex for a children's show lmfao
of course we have to mention the pure cunt of the don/donkiller robots lol
and naturally What If You Had A Clone And Your Clone Was Evil (But Sexy)
3 years of back to back goated sentais and goated makeup looks is just crazyyy. special mention to the ToQger moment bc of last week's boonboom tho lol it is not good but it is iconic and very funny
this post already long as hell so I'll cook on the Decade thots for now...
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Hopping on the tag clogging complaint! Iâve seen some of the ones you blocked complaining about it and Iâm like ??? Iâm also very tired of going to look for something specific but getting EVERYTHING but or having to sift through that much shit.
Also, I feel like you understand this, before I started writing on here, I didnât get how annoying receiving requests when theyâre clearly marked as close is. But now? Omfg. I get it. âIdk if your requests are open or not.â Guess what buddy? It says ârequests closedâ right above where you had to click to send me this and like two other places! Reading comprehension skills 0/10.
Sending this on anon bc I donât people coming at me.
- B.B.
âseen some of the ones you blocked complaining about itâ can they not keep my name out their fuckin mouth đđ why are ppl so entitled to my content
speaking as a former tag clogger who came here from other apps/sites, i too wanted exposure. but when told to knock it off i realized the etiquette is different here, and adjusted accordingly. the thing is i see these tag cloggers essentially telling people who inform them theyâre tag clogging to âfuck offâ like theyâre sticking it to âthe hatersâ when in reality theyâre saturating the site to make it unusable and are mad that theyâre being called out on it
and the requests thing! like what is the point of a pinned post navigation if not to tell you important things so youâre not rude asf in demanding i hold your hand through it. it says my requests are closed, read it.
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Get to know you - Sims Style
Thanks @descendantdragfi here and @obscurus-noctem here for tagging me! â¤ď¸
Whatâs your favorite Sims death? Every death is hilarious--fire and drowning are iconic, ofc. My fave sims GHOST, however, is the Haunted one from SN, and the Hologram one from ITF.
Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Alpha CC. I don't mind Maxis Match in TS3, but EFF NO in TS4--get that clayfied crap out of my face, alpha all the waaaaaay~!
Do you cheat your sims weight? YES, I use a weight gain mod.
Do you move objects? MOOOOOOOO! đđŽ
Favorite Mod? I juuuuust made a whole post drooling over my faves.
First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? TS1 Makin Magic. Iconic.
Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? aLIVE.
Whoâs your favorite sim that youâve made? My avatar sim, Sakura Rain, the time-traveling Japanese cherry-tree faery of the Unseelie Court. (She's inspired by all my fave pink-haired anime characters.)
Have you made a simself? Yes, but only when I play The Sims with my family members, and we take turns making each other and our home. It's so much fun.
Which is your favorite EA hair color? White. Especially after TS4 came out with no CASt or color wheel and I couldn't even recreate my main sims like wtf. I have a type, EA!
Favorite EA hair? PFFT! đ I can't stand most of the hairs EA makes in general, especially not the ones for male sims, as most of mine have very long hair.
Favorite life stage? Young adult, by default. But as more mods have been made for kids (No Stretch, Child Magic, Toddler Interactions) I have been enjoying child sims FAR more than I used to.
Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I'm a builder--that's how I got into TS1 way back in the day. I like decorating interiors--my exteriors are usually sad, I suck at using CFE--and just cluttering up my lots. As a fandom-inspired storyteller, I rely on in-game interactions to give my sims the poses/scenes I need, so having deep and immersive gameplay that allows me to recreate whatever fandoms I want is key.
Are you a CC creator? Unfortunately.
Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? A "sim squad"???
Do you have any sims merch? No, but I want one of those plumbbob headbands so I can dress up as a sim on Halloween. XD
Do you have a  Youtube for sims? Technically no. I got into making TS3 machinimas inspired by my favorite music a few years ago, and would upload them to Youtube cuz that's what everyone did, but omfg all the recent changes in copyright and music policies has made it SUCH a headache uploading ANYWHERE--including Tumblr!
Like, my most recent IWTV insp. machinima on Tumblr has that stupid Copyright Guidelines thumbnail on it, even though Tumblr ACCEPTED the video and let it go through--it plays! It's not removed, so wtf??? No matter how many times I tried reuploading it I got the same problem--this BS is more trouble than it's worth, tbh.
How has your âSims styleâ changed throughout your years of playing? My gameplay will always look a bit pudding, but I think/hope I'm getting better at recreating different fandoms, and getting the level of detail down just right.
Whoâs your favorite CC creator? It takes a village. There is no ONE creator--especially since all my OG faves retired a long time ago: Luna, @qingshuangtongzi, Hekate999, etc. And new simmers pop up everyday that blow my mind, so yeah, it's just the community at large, really. đđđ
How long have you had Simblr? 2013--this July will make it a full decade. Tumblr's trash but it's also the absolute best, LOL.
How do you edit your pictures? I suck at editing--in GIMP I just tweak the "Curves" brightness & saturation when the in-game lighting is hot garbage, then call it a win.
What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite? (TS1) Makin Magic, (TS2) Apartment Life & Night Life are tied for witches & vampires, (TS3) Supernatural, (TS4) Vampires. Like, Supernatural changed my life, I seriously doubt I'd've kept playing TS3 as long as I have without SN. I also love World Adventures and Into the Future of course, but Supernatural gave us Witches, Faeries, Werewolves, (I'm not even gonna talk about TS3's busted Vampires like how the EFF were they "updated" or "fixed" when we STILL didn't get a functional coffin, like what frikkin vampire would sleep on a frikkin altar exposed to the sunlight like a effing BUFFOON, EA?!) and all kinds of fanciful content that I just can't live without. Hands down. đ§đŞđ§ââď¸â¨
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Y'all know me--if y'all want to do this, too, just say I tagged you! <3
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SCREAMING. honestly screaming. i can't get over this. brb gotta read it again and again and again.
1. first of all. THEY HAD THE CONVERSATION. and agreed on a date OMFG i'm dying
2. "...you know that there is a spring in a national park in the States that looks just like his eyes, all blues and greens and browns that are so saturated they look fake." WHY IS IT SO GORGEOUS. reading your favourite book by candlelight and over a cup of coffee gorgeous. i bow to you and your talent, mack.
3. "because you see the color red and wonder what he's doing, every single time." this deserved a mention of its own even if it's in the same paragraph. bc first of all i also think about charles literally whenever i see the colour red but also bc it's such a perfectly phrased sentence that i can't.
4. "your lips purse. somewhere in another world, they smile." + "...you kiss him again, hand on shoulders, because you want to smile." SCREAMING. THROWING MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM. smile girl, not just in another world but here too please.
5. "you wonder if you can get him flustered enough that he starts to type what he says." honestly how can you write something so real? like come on, this is just so relatable (i almost sent a message after typing like this oops) and makes this whole reading experience feel just that much more like i'm not reading but actually living through this.
6. playing rock paper scissors and also charles demanding best of three when forgetting the shampoo is just perfect as it is. AHHHH. i'm gonna cry your writing skills are over the rooftop high
7. when he only has a towel around his waist and the other on his neck and his hair is damp and all over the place (OMG) and there's the line "there's something horribly beautiful about it" and it just makes me faint. he is indeed horribly beautiful. always.
8. well. and of course the final scene. *chefs kiss* feeling so many things rn. i can't even comprehend or try to explain them.
thank you, mack. just as always, you created a masterpiece that turns the world around and makes it much better. love you loads.
âthe seasons of love
or: the enemies to lovers situationship fic charles leclerc x female reader summ. autumn seemed to arrive suddenly this year. minors dni. nsfw warnings below the cut. 6k. part one part two part three part four part five
18+ because: cross continent booty call, shared shower, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, biting, begging, teasing/dirty talk and lots of emotionally immature angst
It became normal after that, routine, almost. Like clockwork, the two of you finding each other. In your apartment, sometimes, but mostly at his. His apartment, his yacht, his gym, his car. There were days where it felt like it was all you did, Fridays where you would think that youâd spent five whole days underneath him.Â
Race weekends felt impossibly long, impossibly far away. You think that his apartment doesnât feel like him because heâs never there, because he spends all his time on a track or a yacht or the streets of Maranello.Â
And youâre soft. You pretend not to be, because you wish you werenât, but you are. You are, because you know that there is a spring in a national park in the States that looks just like his eyes, all blues and greens and browns that are so saturated they look fake. Because when you were at the club last week with your sister, someone had walked by and you knew they wore the same cologne as him. Because you see the color red and wonder what heâs doing, every single time.Â
Heâs in Vegas this week, a big fucking party, Miami on the hard stuff. Youâre home, going through lifeâs motions and waitingâthough youâd never admit itâ for him to come home.Â
You wake up in an empty bed, sprawled out in the middle of it, stretching against the white sheets with a groaned yawn. You can taste the cottonmouth on your tongue, smack your lips a couple times before giving up and climbing out from the cozy comforter and trudging into the bathroom, feet creaking over the hardwoods as you move through the apartment.Â
You phone chimes from your nightstand and you move back into the bedroom, leave the water running and the toothbrush in your mouth for your retrieval mission. Sitting at the top of a nightâs worth of notifications is a text from him. Check your email. You roll your eyes, half-type out a witty response before an email notification flashes across the top of your screen. [email protected] No Subject.Â
You tap it, and inside the subjectless email you find two things. One, an attachment to a plane ticket to Vegas that leaves in⌠five hours. And two, a single Please?
You roll your eyes, toss your phone down onto the bed and return to the bathroom sink to spit out your toothpaste. Heâs fucking lost it. Heâs really done it this time, like, Jesus, heâs done it.Â
There is nothing you want to do less than pack a bag, find a ride to Nice, and hop on a plane all the way to Vegas just to see him in some messy ass hotel room.Â
(Sixteen hours later)
Youâre sitting on the edge of the hotel bed when he gets back from media day, Ferrari polo and light wash jeans and a dumb smile greets you, grumpy with arms crossed over your chest. âDid you have to send me a fucking plane ticket?â You snapped.
He shrugs, kicks off his shoes and pulls his phone and wallet and pass from his pockets, sets them down on a coffee table. âYouâre here, arenât you?â Thereâs something masked with the smug tone in his voice, some kind of genuine relief that youâre here. It makes your stomach queasy.Â
You roll your eyes. Even if you wanted to, you couldnât deny the truth in his words, or the relief you felt at seeing him walk through the heavy door. As sick as it makes you, you miss him when heâs gone in a way you arenât supposed to; all soft and innocent and young.Â
âYouâre infuriating,â you say, but youâre smiling.Â
He nods, closes the distance between you, sinks down onto the edge of the bed beside you. âYou know you love it,â he says, the corners of his lips upturned when he kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you. Until youâre turning purple in search of oxygen and mourning the fact that you need it, youâre kissing him.Â
âWhy am I here?â you ask, half breathless.Â
âAre you asking me?â He replies, dodging your line of questioning with one of his own.Â
You smile, laugh a little under your breath. âWho else am I asking?â
âYourself,â he shrugs, kisses you softly. His fingers dance along your jaw, move to brush a part of your hair to the side. You let him. Because heâs kind of cute when he does it.
âNo, no,â you sigh, pull your leg up under you. âIâm asking you; Are you okay? Why am I here?â You ask, because, even for the two of you and your decades of knowing the other and the last⌠almost year of this muddled mess, this is weird. A first class ticket in your email is weird. You getting on the plane is weirder.Â
âI canât miss you?â
Your lips purse. Somewhere in another world, they smile. âNot supposed to,â you kiss him again, hand on shoulders, because you want to smile.Â
âThereâs a lot weâre not supposed to do.â
âYeah,â you nod, fall back onto the bed with a huff. He chuckles. The white ceiling paint stares back at you. Fresh. Crisp. Clean. âNo meetings today?â
âTheyâre done.â
âAh,â you say. He stands up and the entire bed shifts with the loss of him. His heavy feet move across the echoey room. Itâs silent but for the hum of the air conditioner, the tap of the pads of his fingertips against his phone screen on the other side of the room. âCharles?â You ask, prop yourself up onto your elbows.Â
âHmm?â He hums, his eyes focused on his screen. âSorry, um. Work⌠email.â You donât envy his multitasking skills, but they do put a smile on your face.
âDid you fly me out here to fuck me?â
He scoffs, looks up for just a moment to meet your eyes. âNo,â and then heâs back to typing away.Â
You sigh, make sure he hears it. You donât handle not having his attention well, not when itâs just the two of you. âBut youâre going to, right?â
You wonder if you can get him flustered enough that he starts to type what he says. Heâs been good at wrangling you recently, at reeling you in. But, if you can get under his skin youâll surely be in trouble with him. Surely. He smiles at the screen. âIf you think you can take it.â
When you scoff, his smile grows. Youâre playing right into his game. âIâve taken it every other fucking time, havenât I?â
âSo well.â
You roll your eyes, drop back onto your back. âWhy do you say shit like that?â
âI like riling you up,â he quips, and you can hear the smile on his face, the dimples digging into his cheek. God, those dimples, they might just fucking kill you.Â
âNo!â You say, voice drenched in sarcastic awe.
âYes!â He matches your tone, his phone clattering down against the table. You sit up again, pull your leg to your chest and rest your chin on it. His eyes are on you now, the email answered, his attention undivided. You love his attention.Â
âAlright⌠can we, like,â you gesture into the vast space between the two of you, âget on with it?â
âCan you, like,â he mocks you, âlet me fucking shower?â
You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, bite the inside of your cheek, âCan I come?â
âYeah, but Iâm not going to fuck you.â
âReally?â You hate your tone, how childishly innocent it sounds, like your mother just said you could buy whatever toy you wanted at the store. Youâd expected a hard shutdown.
âYeah,â he moves past you, casual smile and strong hand pushing your shoulder, knocking you over like a glass of water onto the bed. âBut, I mean it,â he warns, threatens to wag a finger at you. Youâd bite it off if he did.Â
âOkay,â you say, rolling yourself off the bed and onto your feet, trailing behind him a few steps. Heâs already tugging his shirt over his head and you watch his shoulder blades flex with the movement. You never remember just how broad he is. Itâs always a lovely reminder.Â
âIâm serious,â he shakes his head. âNo sex.â
You hurry forward to catch up to him, pat him solidly on the back as you squeeze between him and the door frame. âWhatever you say,â you hum. His hands make a move for your sides, to pinch the skin there and curl you over, but you dodge him with a loud giggle.Â
He says your name and his tone is flat. Itâs almost romantic, you think, the plainness of it, the lack of urgency. Rather than face that, you dip your hand past the glass door of the shower, turn the water on and listen to him close the bathroom door somewhere behind you. Itâs just the two of you, but he clicks the lock anyways.
You glance over your shoulder at him, hand held out into the stream of water to test the temperature. He comes up behind you, bare chest against your back, arms snaking around your waist, thumbs toying with the waistband of your pants. He works over the buttons with ease, says something about making things even against the skin just above your collarbone.Â
With a laugh, you push your ass back against him, bend at the waist and slowly pull off your pants and underwear. A fucking tease, he says, clears his throat and moves around you to lose his own jeans.
The shower is big, but the shower head is small in size, mediocre in water pressure. You know before your leg is all the way in that one of you will be fighting to stay warm. You also know youâll stoop incredibly low to avoid having to stand shivering in the corner while watching him shower. Biting is not off the table. Neither is a right hook.Â
It goes on like that for some time, the haphazard cohabitation of the hotel shower.Â
âWould youââ you elbow your between him and the glass door, into the line of hot water. He reaches over your head, switches the flow of water to the wand, picks it up and brings it to his shoulders, the water flowing over the body, over his chest and through the muscles of his core. If you werenât so fucking cold youâd jump him. âCharles,â you pout.Â
He laughs, the kind that requires a step back to stabilize him, and then heâs holding the shower wand inches above the crown of your head, hot water streaming down your face so quick that you have to plug your nose to relish in the heat of it.Â
âThank you,â you say all nasally, voice muffled by the water that falls over your lips. He slots it back into the showerhead and adjusts the water again so youâre not being waterboarded any longer. You wipe your face with both hands, smooth your soaked hair back over your head and look up at him. He kisses you again, promptly, quickly, with childlike haste, just because he canâyou suppose. âWhat was that for?â
He shrugs. You supposed right.Â
In your haste, both of you had forgotten to grab the tiny shampoo and conditioner bottles from the vanity counter, and after winning rock, paper, scissorsâand Charles demanding best of three like a first-graderâyouâd made the treacherous journey back across the ice cold tile to grab the toiletries. Youâd used them first as compensation for your hard work, and rather than hand them to him when youâre finished, you reach around to set them on the corner shelf.
He rolls his eyes and you smile, lathering the shampoo into your hair.Â
Your head falls back under the water, eyes closed, fingers rinsing the shampoo from your hair. You hear him moving, fighting with the travel-sized shampoo bottle youâd more than almost used up. You wait for the smart comment that never comes. When you squeeze past him, switch so that he can stand under the water, your ass brushes over his leg, over him, hard and erect in a way it wasnât five minutes earlier. His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth and you laugh. âWhat happened to âno sex!ââ you tease, do your best impression of his voice.Â
âThis isnât sex,â he replies all matter-of-factly. It makes your smile grow. âThis is showering.â
You shake your head, roll your eyes and reach for the conditioner. âYou always shower like this?â
He laughs under the water, shoulders shaking and flexing and making your life so much harder than it needs to be. You could draw maps on his back, trace from freckle to freckle until you run out. âOnly when youâre not around.â
You reach out to touch him. If he can kiss you just because, you can draw pictures on his skin just because, especially after he finds the space to say something like that to you, to make you blush from the inside out. He reacts to your touch, to your fingers cutting through the smooth sheen of water that runs over him. It puts a coy smile on your face. âIâm around now, arenât I?â You leave a kiss on his shoulder blade.Â
âYou are,â he says, turns to face you, slinks his arms lazily around your waist and pulls you flush against him. âIâm not worried though. Youâll take care of me.â
You bite against your bottom lip, try to contain your smile. Heâs right. You know heâs right and he knows it too. âWill I?â you hum.Â
He smiles so you donât have to, moves his lips painfully close to yours, hovering so close you can almost feel the ghost of them. âYou will,â he breathes.
You canât bite your grin any longer. âI will,â you reply, and because distance has never done you two well, you kiss him, pull off his lips with an innocent smile. âAs soon as you condition your hair.â
âFuck conditioner.â
You laugh. âFuck conditioner?â
âMmhm,â he hums against your lips. âFuck it.â
âYeah,â you nod. âI still have to rinse my conditioner, though.â
He groans like heâs just noticed your slicked back hair coated in the smooth conditioner, pushes you under the shower head, gives the top of your head a scrunch before letting you finish ringing it out.Â
You stumble out ahead of him soon after, feet wet on the cold tile floor of the hotel bathroom. The mirrors are fogged and the air is thick with steam, slowly being sucked away into the ceiling vent fan. You pull a fluffy white towel down from the bar, hastily wrap it around your body, tuck it shut with a knot at your chest. He tells you that you donât need it while drying his hair with a hand towel and you laughâtell him thereâs not a chance in hell youâre spending the night sleeping in soaked, chilly sheets.Â
âYouâre not going to do much sleeping,â he remarks, pats your ass over the cotton fabric. You squeal, practically skip forward at the contact of his hand and leave him behind in the bathroom.Â
âYou tell that to all your girls?â You ask, fingers trailing over the edge of the bed as you move past. âOr just the ones who know youâre a liar?âÂ
He reappears with a towel tied around his waist, the smaller one heâd used for his hair draped around his neck, damp hair stuck to his forehead and shooting out in every which direction. Thereâs something horribly beautiful about it. âMm-mhm,â he clicks, âjust you.â
âOh,â you hum, turning to face him with a quirked brow and quizzical smile.âWell now I feel special.â
He opens his mouth to speak, parting his lips just so slightly before pursing them shut again. âYeah,â he breathes out, and you barely hear it over the turnover of the air conditioner.Â
âYeah,â you repeat, and somehow itâs quieter.Â
You sit down in the armchair perched in the corner and the silence lingers, heavier than the steam and louder than the air conditioner. He stares at you for a beat too long and you feel your heartbeat in your temples, stare right back at his stupid green eyes. He scoffs and walks back into the bathroom. âIâm tired of this,â he says into the mirror, wiping away the fog with a flat palm.Â
âTired of what?â You ask, fear the threat of his answer more than the actual answer itself. You know what heâs tired of; you. This. All of it, heâs tired of it all, and you donât blame him. Itâs become exhausting.
You know what heâs going to say, and still. His words hit you like a sucker punch. âThis fucking hotel room shit.â
Your jaw flexes and you nervously chew on the tip of your tongue. âYouâre the one who called me.â
He doesnât leave space for the words to linger. âThatâs not what I meant,â he says, turning to lean against the vanity counter, can barely glance at you. Your stare holds strong. âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â The thing isâyou donât know. You havenât a clue what he means if itâs not the obvious elephant sitting between you.Â
âSay it, then,â you tell him and your voice oozes a confidence you didnât know you could possess. Itâs a facade. A good one, and he still sees right through it.Â
âOh allez, tu es trop intelligent pour ĂŞtre aussi stupide,â Oh, come on, youâre too smart to be this dumb, he says, crosses his arms over his chest like youâve done something he needs to defend against.Â
âSay it, Charles.â
He finds the nerve to smile. You wish a ghost would pull the towel hung over his shoulders tight around his neck. Maybe then he would feel more like you do. Instead, he uses it to dry off the back of his neck and tosses it somewhere out of sight. âYou say it.âÂ
âNo,â you mutter, and then louder, you repeat, âNo, Iâm not going to.â
âYou wonât?â He asks, pushes himself off the counter and stops in the doorway, leans against the frame and if he wasnât so insistent on starting something right now, youâd take a picture before kissing every muscle on his body.Â
âMm-mm.âÂ
âFine,â he replies all bluntly, but thereâs nothing short about his tone. No, no, you know thereâs no chance heâs dropping this.Â
âFine.â
He sighs, eyes closed and heavy breath and head dropping to the sky like heâs beggingâor prayingâ for some sanity or patience or whatever virtue he so badly needs when it comes to dealing with you. Eventually, he speaks to the ceiling, and the dramatic cringe and nose-bridge pinch that precedes his words makes him look more than pained. âI want more than this. I wantââ he cuts himself off like he hasnât already let it all boil over, like thereâs any chance heâd keep it unsaid, that heâd be capable of stopping himself. âI want us.â
Your heart dives into your stomach, sends them both sinking through the floor. âYou donât.â
âI do,â he speaks, still to the white ceiling. You follow his sightline. The ceiling is textured.Â
âNo, you donât,â you think thereâs a chance that your desperation to convince him this isnât what he wants is really nothing more than a half-hearted attempt to convince yourself of the same thing. âYou donât, because then itâs all going to be fucked.â
Finally, he looks at you, or through you, or near you. Finally, he stops looking at the stupid textured white paint on the ceiling. âBut what if it works? If we work?â
We.
âWhat if it doesnât? If we try and then everyone gets invested and then itâs all ruined? Our parents and our siblings? We canât ruin that.â You canât. You wonât. You refuse to be the one responsible for any tension between your families, between your mothers. Theyâre the kind of friends that you donât find more than once, and you wouldnât dare to mess it all up after all this time, certainly not for a boyâfor the boy.Â
âSo, what?â He asks. Thereâs a terrible ribbon of torment laced through his voice. âWe just ruin each other?â
You sink in your seat, reply to him meekly. He doesnât usually make you shy. âMaybe.â
He says your name, that same ill-inducing tone to his voice. âIf it was just us. Just me and you and nobody in our families had ever met,â he gestures between the two of you, always talking with his hands even when theyâre half-limp and dejected. âThen what would your answer be?â
âI wouldnât have to answer,â you dodge. Dodge, dodge, dodge. It feels like all you can do. âYou wouldnât want me.â Your words reek of haunting vulnerability, and you hope youâre the only one who picks up on it because itâs game over if he hears it. Heâll know it all; the lie and the truth and the debilitating fear of them both.
âYou know that isnât true,â he scowls, but his voice is soft. You hate it. You do, you hate it so much. You hate it. Youâre tired of this conversation. You didnât spend all those hours three seats over from a colicky baby and its miserable mother to argue with him about what you were. You just were, canât that be enough?
You snap like a crunchy autumn leaf under a steel-toed boot. âFine! Fine. Yes,â you concede to the fictional world, the alternate timeline with death and taxes etc, etc. To the universe where everything is different. To the world where everything is different, but everything is really just as it is; where the more things change, the more they stay the same. âMy answer would be yes, letâs just say âfuck itâ and try because why the hell not? Itâs not like we got along before all this.â
âExactly. If we crash and burn, so what? We just go back to hating each other.â
âI canât. I canât, Charles. I care about my family too much.â
âYouâre just scared. God, youâre like a child,â he speaks without thought, letting the words fly with reckless abandon. If you wanted to argue with him youâd latch onto that line. You donât, though. You donât want to argue, you never did.Â
âI donât know what you want from me,â your voice cracks. It goes unaddressed by anything more than a shrug. âI donât.â
âI want you to stop being a fucking coward and go on a date with me!â
âCharles,â you frown. Your nose burns. The gap, the gap, the gap. The impossible to bridge gap that you and he stand on either side of, waving aimlessly, begging the other with a silent pleaâplease. Please see what I see. I promise itâs better my way.Â
âOne date,â he says, barely above a whisper, holding up a single finger. Itâs his plea. âNobody has to know weâre doing it.â
âIâŚâ your breath catches in your throat, mind racing through potential responses. You lean forward in your seat, put your elbows on your knees and bury your face in your hands before you start crying. You wonât cry, you canât. He canât make you cry.Â
You sniffle, even though you arenât cryingâan audible reminder to yourself that you wonât be crying. That youâre eliminating the effects before they can even start. He must think you are crying, though, because the tension in the room deflates with every step he takes across the room. He lowers himself to your level, and you can feel the ghost of his hands lingering in a space just beyond your skin, like he doesnât know if heâs allowed to touch you. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have, fuck. Iâm sorry,â his voice is so guilty, his hands finally touching your knees, thumbs moving in smooth, calming circles over your skin. You donât have an opinion on the way you melt into putty under his touch.Â
When you pull your hands away from your face, they fall into your lap, find his and mold into some tangled mess of fingers. You take a deep breathâan attempt to steady yourself before finally speaking again, and with a subtle shake of your head, youâre able to silently explain to him that youâre okay, that his words are not the reason youâre so upset.Â
Itâs so much more than that, than being a child or a coward of anything else he could possibly throw your way. With just as many words, he searches your eyes for answers, for a why that you couldnât give him if you tried.Â
Everything with him is so unsaid.Â
âOkay,â you whisper echoes around the room. âOkay, a date,â you nod.Â
His furrow softens, the lines in his face smoothing over and the corners of his lips fighting a smile. âNo,â he says softly, as if trying to give you an out, to free you from any perceived obligation. âYou donât have to do that.â
Your hand finds its way to his cheek, a gentle gesture of reassurance, and you lean in, pressing a soft kiss on those lips that want to smile so bad. Itâs not about making him happy, though. Itâs about letting yourself entertain the idea of satisfaction, of individual happiness.Â
Heâs so. Thereâs no getting sick of kissing him, there just isn't. You sigh into his mouth and stand up, and you still want more. You still want more, towels dropping to the cold floor. Your knees bump against the back of the bed and itâs all giggly, and you still havenât had enough. You maneuver onto the bed without separating, like the world might end if youâre not kissing him, and youâre convinced it might never be enough. That youâll always crave more.Â
Itâs all so comfortable, the way you two move around each other. Itâs fluid. Itâs calm. Itâs soft, the look on his face when heâs slotted comfortably between your knees, His fingers trace your skin softly, almost ghostly in the way they graze through the valley of your breasts. You shiver. The goosebumps make you laugh against his lips.Â
He takes care of you, kissing you, trailing his lips down to your boobs, taking your nipple in his mouth, moving his tongue in sharp circles. Anything to elicit a reactionâget you all perky and poised for him. He palms your other tit with his big, strong hand, and your hands find a home in his hair, running through the curls, dragging your nails through the short locks at the nape of his neck.Â
You pull him up to kiss you and his hand slots comfortably on your jaw, sliding down slowly over your throat, applying a phantom pressure. Itâs all bumping noses and sharing breath, him biting his bottom lip before swallowing yours again. Heâs afraid to hurt you. Itâs so fucking hot.
He moves you around so easily, hands on the back of your knees, pushing your legs against your chest before licking a long stipe through your cunt. You moan louder than intended, because itâs him doing it. Because itâs him doing it. He spreads them next, big strong hands inside your thighs, leaves a soft kiss on your clit. Out of necessity, your hands find something to grab in his own, spread flat over your stomach now, his tongue moving in quick, hard flicks over your clit. It makes you pantâwrithe and pant and whine.Â
You search for grounding everywhere when his tongue sinks inside you, nose brushing against your clitâyour palm your own breasts, white-knuckle the sheets and his shoulders and the sheets again.Â
His hands move up your sides and he curls his tongue around your cunt, pulls a pornographic moan from your lips. You write, moving up onto your elbows and he spreads your legs wider, wider, wider. Fuck. Fuck, heâs so good to you. An arm loops under your leg, around your thigh and over your cunt, sliding through your lips and opening you up for him all pretty. His eyes meet yours and heâs so pleased with himself, a genuine smile at the state heâs got you in and then heâs sucking down hard on your clip, pulling off with an audible pop. Your head falls back, your hole body tensing with pleasure when he doesnât fucking stop sucking and licking and fucking. Your hands are on his again, gripping onto him for dear life, moving wherever he moves.Â
Your legs shake, fight against the hand on the inside of your thigh to close around his head, but heâs stronger than you. Fuck, he is. âSo pretty,â he tells you, and you shudder, smile hard against the sheets and bury your hands in his hair.
âRight there,â you say through short, heavy pants, and then itâs all out the window. Game over, and youâre coming in his mouth and he still isnât stopping so you just keep comingâso fucking hard, grinding against his mouth without any sense of rhythm. You think you could live in this high forever.
He kisses you, moves youâgod, youâd be a ragdoll if he wanted, you think you really would. He moves you under him, up on your side and kisses down your shoulder, down your arm. Heâs so kissy, canât stay off you. Itâs soft and romantic and it doesnât make you ill at all, honest.Â
His words, though, they still want to keep up your little act. âYou want me to fuck you, baby?â He asks, moving his dick through your slick, lining himself up to fuck you.Â
âYes, yes,â you mewl, nodding hurriedly. He kisses you, sinks into you somewhere in the middle of it and you gasp into his mouth.Â
âFffâŚâ he trails off, bottoming out into you. âYou okay?â he asked. You nod. You nod because youâre so full of him you canât speak. The gesture is more than enough for him, provides him with the permission he needs to start fucking into you, to brace himself with a hand on either of your hips and thrust deep inside of you, bottoming out each and every time. âFuck. Fuck, câmere,â he groans, and then pulls you back against him, your back flush against his chest.Â
You crane your neck to kiss him, moan into his mouth when heâs cupping your ass and fucking you. You moanâgaspâand he fucking laughs. âOh my god,â you whimper. âSo good.â
He breathes sharp through his teeth, the bottom of his jaw rutting out with every thrust and then heâs biting your shoulder. He bruises the skin and kisses it better.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he says, and you want, so badly, to make him feel as good as he makes you.Â
âWanna fuck you,â you say. âLet me fuck you.â
He doesnât need convincing. âOkay,â he nods. âOkay, please.â
Youâre half-hearted in your push back against his arm. Heâs the reason he pulls out of you and falls back onto his back, makes space for you to straddle him and grind against him and kiss him and kiss him and let him kiss you.Â
With a cocky grin and dark green eyes he moves his cock through your slick, lets a smug laugh slip through his lips as he lines up with your hole so you can sink down on him, slow. Slow. Slow because the stretch burns every fucking time.Â
âFuck,â you stumble, âsâbig.âÂ
He meets you halfway, lifts his hips up off the bed to minimize the time he spends not buried inside of you. He smiles all stupid and your stuttered whine. âFucking took it all the other times,â he breathes out, fingers digging deep into the skin over your hips.Â
âFuck you,â you laugh. He winces, and it only makes you laugh harder, lean down to kiss him so your chests are pressed against each other and grind your hips. His arms wrap around your middle, big and strong and pulling you impossibly close to him and the pace that he sets underneath you. They roam your body, his hands dancing over your sides and your back and knot into your hair, keep roaming until heâs grabbing at your ass.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he says. You donât need his words to know that, the sounds of your cunt clenching around him audibly demonstrating just how wet you are with every single thrust. âAlways so good for me.âÂ
It doesnât take long for you to come again, with the new angle and the new vulnerability. It never takes long with him, like he knows every inch of your body and just how to use it. âMhm, fuck. Jesus,â you shudder, breath choppy and desperate. Heâs relentless through your orgasm, like always, and it just extends it, draws it out painfully long. âI fucking lâahââ you clench around him, legs shaking on either side of his abs. Your spasms arenât calmed by even his strong hands, but he keeps them there anyway.Â
âI love fucking you, baby,â he says, nibbles on your ear, kisses nowhere in particular and everywhere at once. Youâre filled with butterflied by his crude words.Â
âDo it, then,â you beg. âPlease, fuck, please, Charles.â
In a single, swift movement, he pulls you off him and flips you onto your back. Immediately, without any semblance of hesitation, youâre reaching for his cock, to guide him back to where you want him, to where he belongs. You ache when youâre this close to him, when youâre this close and donât have him, arenât full of him.Â
His hands find both of yours, interlock your fingers and move them somewhere above your head, pinned against the sheets. âDonât say my name like that,â he whispers.
You play dumb, but your cheeks are flushed. âWhy not?â
âYou drive me crazy,â he says, kisses you before you can even attempt to rebuke his claims.Â
âMe?â you laugh, fingers dancing over his abs. If his eyes werenât so fucking green , youâre sure youâd find the reaction to your touch, the flexing of his muscles under the pads of your fingers, to be quite the show.Â
He smiles all soft. âYou.â
Your hand pulls him to you by the back of his neck, something about you canât say something like that and not kiss me after, and then youâre licking against his teeth and itâs all so hazyâthe way he slides back inside you between gasped breaths, the way you bite down on his bottom lip when he fucks you so well, and the way your legs wrap around his waist when you come, trying to pull him closer, deeper, to feel him with every nerve ending.Â
âThatâs right,â he says, a rare calming presence through your orgasms. He doesnât do this often, not with you, at least. âAtta girl,â he laughs. âMake a mess.â
He fucks you through it, he does, but itâs slow and steady until youâre finished, back in reality, and then heâs the messy oneâfast, hard, fucking into you with reckless abandon. Fast, fast, faster. Itâs fucking blinding. Fuck, itâs good. Itâs so good.Â
He groans against your shoulders, hips snapping against yours. âYes, yes, yes,â you chant, because youâre so fucked at this point that English attempts to escape you. âYouâre so fucking close, yes,â you moan, âplease, give it to me, baby,â and then heâs coming, head buried in your neck. His body weight is heavy on you, every muscle tensing as youâre fucked full of his cum.Â
The two of you are so close, have never been fucking closer, and it still doesnât feel like enough. âFuck,â you giggle, and his whole body shakes with his own laughter, moving up to kiss you. You smile through the whole thing, through the hard kiss and the soft pecks that follow, through his fingers brushing the hairs from your forehead and the feeling of him dripping down your leg. Through all of it, youâre both smiling.Â
Itâs giddy, almost, and God. God, youâre so fucking happy.
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Beach Trip Headcanons: La Squadra
a/n: it's getting warmer where i live which is horrible and i hate it but it gave me some inspo here's some bullshit
Genre/Warnings: Crack, fluff, just some cute shit, polyamory (sorlato), a LOT of simping omfg
~Risotto Nero~
-he already had his tits out on the regular so his bare chest isn't anything new but he lost that stupid hat so it wouldn't get wet and now you can stare at hat-less riz
-doesn't get in the water too often but he definitely goes underwater to grab your legs and scare you (he does it to ghiaccio and melone too; melone screams at the top of his lungs and ghiaccio fails around like he's drowning)
-spends most of his time under the parasols with illuso and prosciutto, just chatting and watching you mess around with your teammates (and maybe checking you out while he's at it)
-lowkey starts to get jealous if he thinks melone or formaggio are gettin' too friendly with you (god help any random person that flirts with you)
-Riz makes damn sure both you and him are very well saturated (?? does that sound weird) with sunscreen. there's no way in hell either of you will be suffering through that
~Prosciutto~
-you thought you were going to the beach with your boyfriend? lmfao nah you're at the beach with mom and your rowdy ass siblings now
-came in clutch with the sunscreen, aloe vera ointment, snacks, water and spending money. has a very nice set up under a parasol with illuso (and you, if you'd like to join him in his relaxation/parenting session)
-pros with his hair down, shirtless and wearing a pair of pineapple swim trunks to match with pesci? out in public? a lot more likely than you'd think
-formaggio would be a prick and dump water on his hair and now you get to see prosciutto with his hair wet fUCK (pros would be FUMING but he'd look so GOOD)
-would read to you but he doesn't want to risk getting any of his fav books wet so he'd just tell you wonderful stories of the team before you joined (most of them are embarrassing for everyone but him)
~Pesci~
-literally he's having the time of his LIFE right now. he's completely protected from the sun (thanks mamma pros), he's goin' fishing, he's got his s/o with him, what more could a boy ask for?
-maybe he should've asked formaggio to not throw sand at him every 10 minutes because that is happening for sure, no matter how much prosciutto yells at him to stop pesci will not be left alone
-is in the water like, 70% of the time. he'll make bets with ghiaccio to see who can swim out the farthest and ghia is surprisingly not mad when he loses
-he'll walk off the beach with just you to get ice cream and it's honestly really fucking cute (he gets strawberry, btw)
-pesci really likes picking you up and tossing you into the water. he's secretly a little bastard and will laugh at you while helping you up
~Illuso~
-jesus the entire day with him is just đ. he's such a little bitch about EVERYTHING
-won't go in the water at all and carries a compact mirror with him so he has an escape plan in case formaggio decides to fuck with him. salt water damages your hair and there's no possible fucking way he's risking his scalp just for a little fun
-still insisted on wearing swim trunks and going shirtless though, mostly just to have your undivided attention (as if he didn't already force you to pay attention to him enough)
-sitting under parasols with prosciutto because he's pale and has sensitive skin but he still ends up getting sunburned and won't stop complaining
-you guys did have a cute little moment when the sun was starting to set and he dragged you away from everyone so he could look for sea glass with you (totally wasn't an excuse to hold your hand while he was dragging you around)
~Formaggio~
-spends the entire day being a little rat bastard and making almost everyone wish he was dead (he respects risotto too much and sorbet and gelato scare him so he leaves them alone)
-throwing sand at pesci and melone, pouring water on prosciutto, stealing melone's goggles, chasing illuso into the mirror world, straight up throwing ghiaccio's car keys across the beach
-and of course he's gonna drag you into this. even if you just wanted to have a nice beach day with your asshole boyfriend, he's gonna hold you captive during his shenanigans
-can and will wipe his sweat on you. he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. please throw seaweed at him in retaliation, he thinks it's nasty as fuck
-leaves the beach early so he can treat you to dinner, both as a thank you for dealing with his bullshit all day and as an apology for wiping sweat on you every 30 minutes
~Ghiaccio~
-the most unrecognizable when he's as the beach with everybody. his hair isn't styled, so his curls are a lot looser and not plastered to his head, he's not wearing his glasses so they don't get lost in the water, HIS FUCKING LEGS AND BARE CHEST ARE JUST OUT
-literally just,,,SURFER GHIACCIO??? come ON dude. he knows what he's doing and will wink at you every single time he catches you staring
-loves wading out far into the water with you on his surf board so he can be all soft and cute with you without anybody hearing or seeing him
-he'll also be pretty light-hearted when he's out there too. he and pesci will see who can swim out the farthest and he'll let pesci win (let's be honest, with his legs he could swim to a different continent if he wanted too)
-ghia might look hot as hell out there, but he'll also end up burnt as hell. literally he just didn't put sunscreen on and he was out in the sun for hours. hottie got sun poisoning, please take him home early he will die
~Melone~
-he brought along goggles, a snorkel and flippers so he can do some shallow reef diving
-he'll pop up occasionally and yell for you to come over and show you a tiny little crab or a cool looking fish he found (it's honestly really, really cute)
-mel will take routine breaks to reapply sunscreen, drink water, check up on you, and get his goggles stolen (which he did not plan on). he'll also take this time to use shitty beach-related pick up lines to get you to laugh
-honestly as pervy as you'd think he would be. maybe it's because he's distracted by all the fun little creatures he keeps finding in tide pools and such
-has his own little set up a few feet away from prosciutto and illuso's. he'll be there while he's taking his breaks and yes he will try to cuddle with you even though it's pushing 90 degrees at noon
~Sorbet and Gelato~
-not to get sad in what is supposed to be a fun headcanon set but neither of them will take their shirts off or get in the water. both of them have a lot of body image issues and they'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to convince them to be half naked in public
-with that being said, both Sorbet and Gelato get loads of enjoyment out of just watching you swim around and have fun before returning to them
-Sorbet will help apply sunscreen but he really just wants an excuse to grope you and Gelato in public
-Gelato will want to have a sandcastle building contest with you (Sorbet is the judge and both of you receive the grand prize of a kiss)
-long walks on the beach together at night after everyone's gone home? of fucking course it's gonna happen
#literally i could go on for hours about how hot i think ghiaccio is#i need to write more for him jfc#la squadra#la squadra x reader#risotto nero x reader#prosciutto x reader#pesci x reader#illuso x reader#formaggio x reader#ghiaccio x reader#melone x reader#sorbet and gelato x reader#jjba x reader#jjba headcanons
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Kinnporsche Cast + Astrology
AKA: Holy Water Signs, Batman AKA: a collection of semi-coherent ramblings abt the KPTS cast and their astrological charts
Putting aside the fact that I donât know anyoneâs rising signs (which is extremely annoying for me, personally), as a triple water, Iâm obsessed with the amount of water in this cast's charts.
By age we have:
Mile - January 5, 1992 (30) - Capricorn (all earth/fire like wow love that moon/sun in Cap & Mars in Sag (Pluto in Scorpio))
Tong - January 26, 1992 (30) - Aquarius (moon in Scorpiooooo)
Ping - November 28, 1992 (29) - Sagittarius (mercury scorpio, mars cancer)
Nodt - August 7, 1993 (28) - Leo (mercury & venus in Cancer)
Apo - February 24, 1994 (28) - Pisces (moon, Leo; venus, Pisces, mostly water/air this bb)
Build - June 4, 1994 (28) - Gemini (mercury & venus in Cancer, mostly water)
JJ - June 28, 1994 (28) - Cancer (holy shit waterboy moon in Pisces, mercury in Cancer)
Perth - July 6, 1994 (28) - Cancer (ooh moon in Gemini)
Jeff Satur - March 6, 1995 (27) - Pisces (moon in taurus, adorable)
Us - September 10, 1996 (25) - Virgo (no water signs incredible)
Job - September 22, 1996 (25) - Virgo (no water signs 2.0)
Bas - April 9, 1997 (25) - Aries (no water signs 3.0)
Pong - June 23, 1997 (25) - Cancer (mostly air wow, but venus in Cancer too)
Bible - December 25, 1997 (24) - Capricorn (omfg moon in scorpio)
Ta - February 23, 2000 (22) - Pisces (moon in Libra oh this makes so much sense)
Barcode - August 4, 2004 (17) - Leo (moon in pisces of fucking course)
For their sun signs that breaks down to:
6 Water (no Scorpio)
4 Earth (no Taurus)
4 Fire
2 Air
Straight up over half of them have a Sun/Moon in water (9 in total -- 3 Sun in Pisces, 3 Sun in Cancer; 2 Moon in Pisces, and 2 Moon in Scorpio (JJ overlaps sun-Cancer, Moon-Pisces))
But when you look at their prominent placements -- here, in lieu of their rising sign, Iâm using a top 3 of Sun/Moon/Venus -- there are only FIVE (5) without a water sign in there. Those 5 are: Mile, Ping, Us, Job, and Bas. (love that Us/Job/Bas are also in a little grouping of their own in birth order too, not related, but cute).Â
Aside from the overwhelming amount of water in their collective charts, individual observations include:
Apo & Mile being perfectly contrasting-- Apo predominantly Water/Air, Mile predominantly Earth/Fire.
Mile's top 5 being 2 Capricorn+3 Sagittarius I love that for him.
Barcode & Jeff have shockingly balanced charts element wise -- both have 2-3 of each sign, Iâm fascinated by this. What is that balance like, boys?
Not me still trying to pull together a complete collection of Jeff crying gifs/pics bc that boy is a ~Pisces~
Bible is basically ALL AIR (Aquarius, specifically) aside from his Sun/Moon, his Mars in Aquarius seems especially obvious now that I know, and that + his Sun in Capricorn really pulls his entire ~aura~ together. Many interests & the will to actually do them.
Buildâs chart is SO WATERY and Tong is SO EARTHY, their entire dynamic makes so much sense very balanced/complimentary, + them being the only 2 air signs
Did any of this have a point? Absolutely not. Except fascination.
#kinnporsche cast#kpts cast#this is not a compete analysis as i am an astrology enthusiast not a professional#nor again does any of this have a cohesive purpose#but pls enjoy my very amateur observations#or don't#kinnporsche the series#astrology#i did not include screenshots but i could add them if anyone wants#mostly i was pulling this shit together for my own amusement but figured other folks may have wanted to know so#please note as aforementioned my extreme bias toward water signs is bc i am personally all water#i blame jeff being a pisces entirely for how this all began
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Best of Brio Hitlist: 1x05
Apparently Iâm still doing this so thatâs cool I guess. 1x05!!! Some absolutely top notch Brio content here, folks. This episode is packed with classics and overall I think makes my series top 10 list but donât hold me to that bc I have a goldfish memory and thereâs easily tons of stuff Iâm not thinking about rn.Â
More nonsense under the cut.Â
Turnerâs mustache is terrible how did I not notice how terrible it was before itâs literally all I can see
âWell maybe he didnât know if Dean could read?â GOD WHY DID THEY SCRAP THIS LEVEL OF QUALITY CONTENT
Another flannel for Annie, still no girlfriendÂ
AND ANOTHER HOODIE FOR RIO
AND MORE RIO + ANNIE CONTENT
s1 truly was god tier
omfg I forgot Finn Collins was in s1 (if you didnât watch t100 this is meaningless to you but let me just say it delights me to no end that two separate casting directors looked at that actorâs face and said yep thatâs a fuckboy if Iâve ever seen one)
taking a page out of the shows book k and pretending this fake cancer storyline isnât a thing
RIO!
HIS NAMEâS RIO
oooookay
oh is his name Rio??
hEL P
I love slick!Beth and her lying superpowerÂ
âThereâs a band aid on my arm and itâs not mineâ might honestly be the grossest thing this show has ever done
OKAY SO WAIT I will be the first to admit I pay v little attention to the Boland kids (for real which one is Kenny what is the other boyâs name I donât even know) but isnât Jane supposed to be the youngest?? And yet Beth hasnât had sex since Emma was born???? Iâm so confused
serious question does this show have a script supervisor
hello again turnerâs terrible mustache
âIâm on Facebook tooâ tbh Rio seems more like a twitter person to me but what do I know
Before I go all caps, I love how Manny plays Rio cycling through amusement and impatience and irritation so quickly that heâs nearly doing all of them at once while dealing with Beth in the early eps, itâs such a rich performance
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME
itâs actually kind of weird hearing this line in context, Iâve watched it in videos so much it like, exists on its own
Was lowkey expecting a soundtrack to kick in after he said it and the shot to freeze frame or drop saturation
maybe something by hozier or kaleo
Iâm absolutely fcking feral for the way Rio says âright, rightâ all slowed down and soft
Love how hittinâ it straight up bounces off of Bethâs brain, if Rio hadnât clarified, how long do you think it wouldâve taken her to figure out what he meant are we thinking minutes or would she have like, driven off the road halfway home when the shoe dropped
OH IâM SORRY SWEETHEART TELL HIM WEâRE MAKINâ LOVE
I love love love how hard that scrambles Bethâs whole brain, I love it with my whole heart, I love how you can see it sink in, see her brain go there and then just b r e a k
Ugh god and that little smile when he ducks out after dropping that grenade what a little shit I love it
And then he leaves and that long shot where sheâs like, really thinking about it
Sheâs totally picturing it
(same bitch)
That feels over the line my b
GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD beth and annie giving ruby their cut gets me right in the godamn feels every time I love their friendship so!!!!! much!!!!!!!!!!!
right in the honey nut feelios <- @medievalraven
the extended shot of three of of them laughing their asses off over Annie being ridiculous feels so real, itâs one of those moments that makes the show and their friendship feel so lived in and genuine, like if youâd told me that was an outtake from after theyâd cut Iâd believe it, itâs pure friends having a moment and it makes my heart do stuff
beth: my life long bff (who you have known as long as youâve known me)âs daughter is in the the icu I donât have time to eat
dean: I donât underStaND?????!!! hOw tHIS is nOT??????!!!!????? aBoUT mE???????!!!!!!!!???????!!????????
sidebar, I miss Bethâs camel coat it looks so soft and lush and comfyÂ
like donât get me wrong the black pea coat has itâs advantages as we all saw in 309
but the camel one is so classy, i love it
hello again again turnerâs terrible mustache
godDAMN DO I LOVE THIS BETH AND TURNER SCENE
we donât talk enough about the electric chemistry turner has with everyone he shares a scene with
i mean not dean but who has chemistry with dean, dean has like, negative chemistry. heâs a dampner
all of his sceneâs with Beth???? W H E W
with Rio????? *fans self*
can you imagine what that threesome would be like? aside from wildly hot theyâd be like a pack of praying mantises at the end all racing to rip the others head of first
itâd be a massacre
but worth it
ahem anyway
AND HE KISSED ME add this line to the list of things Iâm absolutely fcking feral overÂ
Something about Christinaâs delivery just does!!! It!!!!!! For!!!!!!! Me!!!!!!!!
Whenever people use it in videos I lose my entire godamn mind
remember when Beth was chill about the word panties
And we close with a flawless use of Phantogram 10/10 I want to send the s1 music supe a gd fruit basket
#best of brio hitlist#when will hoodie!rio return from the wars#why does annie not have a girlfriend??? what have men ever done for her??????#1x05#nbc good girls#shut up meg
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COFFEE SHOP AU PT 3
(section four of four posting all of this has been a damn nightmare omfg)
THE NEXT MORNING....can wait , I wanna write some Flug Pov ....and stuff >>
Finally after all this time of searching, he had found him, with Cruentus his loyal and friend and butler keeping out a keen ear for any information he had done the rest, both had done their best to keep their investigation low profile, Acylius had, had to make remarks about Black Hat he did not wish to repeat.
It usually made others laugh saying the last place they heard that little cretin was therefore giving him new leads to find this fascinating being without causing the assassins to be urged to hunt the short demon out all the sooner.
Today had been imperative , Cruentus had heard word that the hit had been put out on Black Hat today...and with a stroke of amazing luck he had found him...there he was standing in the town square so exposed, anyone could have struck him down and he was not afraid.
There was more bravery in this one body than there was in the entire system in which he came from, they were from completely different ends and yet as he watched him he hoped...a perfect match.
Fools would have assumed he wanted what they called this insolent creature as a decorated corpse, a morbid gift, others would have still feigned foolishness as to hope the Legion son would not realise Black Hat had been killed purposely because they saw him as a threat to their way of life...if they ever suspected Acylius wanted Black Hat as more than a meal or pet...things could still go for the worse especially if they knew what he was planning.
With his magic he had shifted them to a place where it was that of in between, the space between glass , no neither that side or the other, it was something that required a ridiculous amount of energy to keep them locked there and something only Legion's could do, some might be able to barely glimpse into this version of reality , some might never see it at all, it simply mattered on how closely related you were to the Legion himself.
Saturated colours, pale blues dense greys, pavements shining like silver with an endless sky of smokey grey, thick clouds hung in a solid mass, rain pouring endlessly, how small he looked, judging by his look Acylius would in a guesstimate of four ft four or five.
Swallowing he hooked a claw around his white collar, was the air unusually humid today or was it just him...heh of course he knew it was him...this was no reaction to the air these storms left in their wake.
What had him so attracted to this demon, was how hard he'd worked just to bring himself up, he had not accepted his fate, it was intriguing, inspiring and most of all captivating, what will he had, it was absolutely beautiful.
Was love at first sight possible, he had seen some photos that demons had taken, how he'd looked in the, face half shadowed by the brim of his top hat and standing tall...they did not capture him at all, there was a presence to be respected from him and that was why demon's hated him...how dare such a creature from the bowels of Hell have such a way that they would never.
A smile quirked at the corner of his lips, how stupid they had all been to shun him, well their loss was his gain in the most wonderful way, because that meant he would be by his side...no that was not true, there was one things Legions always knew , and it was how they were going to die.
To help him reach his goal, to make a change this world so desperately needed...to be with him was the stupidest, most irresponsible thing he could do...if he walked away he would live a long life...unhappy and repetitive with boring suitors and meetings...with this one being, there was a chance to be happy to help with the creation of a more suited world and remind them all it was not class or wealth or all these places placed upon them that made a demon great but their ability to perform, to put their skills to good use and in the end they were all equal.
Yes...this may shorten his life...but what would be left of it would be perfect...and if Black Hat fell for him...what divine wonder that would leave him in.
I'm sure you have had that feeling to , when you look upon something so elegant , so quintessential your heart just swells, art, music, that crush you currently have or thing you love so deeply that no matter how heavy and dark the world seems it is a beacon of light and in some peculiar way it even makes you feel sad in ways that perhaps you would not typically describe sadness, , more a distant longing of wishing for it to never end and be eternal.
It is not eternal and neither are we, so you take that moment and treasure it because despite Acylius knowing that this fate will get him killed, he would sooner die with this joy than life that endless waste of existence never following that one dream that would be extinguished if he did not take that chance now.
The soft rumbling of distant gods within heavens above danced with each crystal tear their clouds spilled , streams small , dancing water ribbons through cobbled stone, how heavy his clothes felt, drenched and sticking to his skin, Acylius loved the rain, how it held him in its grasp, one day even making love in it sounded appealing...if he could with Black Hat...but considering the look on the smaller demons face and how grim he looked that might never be an option if it were to be an option at all.
Stepping forth a cold wind sent a chill through them both and Acylius knew his fate was sealed, he was not afraid to die and with each step he felt more certain about the whole ordeal.
Few would genuinely mourn his death and most would mourn his loss of power and what it could have brought them, he did not have a death wish but as well as a Legion knowing when they were to die they also knew when their mate had been found and here his was, he could never turn back on him, knowing that doing so would only be the death of him, that twisted his heart into unfathomable shapes of agony even thinking about it, but that was not what he was afraid of..if Black Hat refused him , the world would never change and the rejection might just send him spiralling.
Of course he could smell that Black Hat was in heat, but he would not take advantage of this, if consent had been given prior that would be a different case, this was a case of anything wanted would and could very well be only talk of that condition.
While he was a very tactile demon he would make sure to barely touch him lest he left him in a worse state, so he chose to ignore that scent that made him want to hold him close and bury his face in the crook of Black Hat's neck and bite softly, give him what he wanted with his shorter frame latched around him, with a hand at his lower back and one between his shoulders, joined, warmth and desperate need, again and again...to feel that glide, to feel the embrace of his form or give his form the chance to take his...it would be primal and yet more...but he would not do that he would not be like those monsters who took advantage of such demons states, this was to give Black Hat a new life, not make new life.
Opening the umbrella he'd pulled from nowhere , this was the most frightening leap he would ever take, to love this creature who would be the cause of his death, this was insane, mad...and absolutely perfect.
Thus he made his offer and had been surprised that after their discussion as they stood their watching the rain, the umbrella now in Black Hat's hand, the other had made its way into his, Acylius did not say anything, only a soft sigh as mist left his pale scarred lips, perhaps it was some sign of gratitude, either way he did not let go, finger tips lightly touching over worn leather, subtly caressing the smaller demons knuckles and once he'd sworn Hat had looked up at him, but he did not dare to hope he could feel anything similar, it was clear to him already that Black Hat did not take kindly to Legion's relatives.
This moment of calm serenity he would have died for it time an again to meet him and feel this to have their moment which only existed between the dawning of the light and setting of the moon.
End of part three
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That behind closed doors vid eh? I took the time to change the angle/darkness on them for my own viewing so by comparing them to the other videos, my screengrabs might seem a little different, but thatâs just bc i changed the pitch and yaw settings and adjusted the brightness.
spoilers technically bc this wasnât released to the public by gearbox, so venture forth at your own risk. nothing story-wise, as far as iâm aware, though.
alright it took me a while to get things settled as i had to keep adjusting the saturation and stuff for different scenes but i am here and i am ready to ANALYZE
as we pop into sanctuary-III we notice a new quest which I am like 40% sure is named âGoing Rogueâ which... is a pretty interesting name. âBeing Reguoâ is what I actually see but I donât think thatâs it.
we also have a couple of guns in the vending machine
+3- Weapon Charge Speed so we know Maliwan guns have charge time so Iâm glad there are perks to reduce that.
a sniper sold by Amara
more reduced charge speed + melee damage
Jakobs Assault Rifle! Bonus crit damage (hoping ARs are actually viable this time around), weapon accuracy, melee.Â
I canât read it, but I am assuming this is the rare spawn notification
this seems like a hub for the rare enemy missions! that is so awesome
2 of the rare enemies we can fight i am assuming
some more. i actually thought the far left, 2nd over was zer0
âI know it sounds impossible, but youâre going to have to stop the Unstoppableâ.
In-Game friendâs list
5 tabs, one of them looks like a key, maybe there are friend codes across consoles? Idk what the first tab is named, but they have 7 friends online. I believe the bottom one (Moze) is you and the top one is the person youâll be joining? It shows what quest youâre on under your name. And for some reason thereâs an icon of claptrap at the top, that very well may be the current playerâs icon (as itâs also above Moze and it says gunner in the box). You can edit your status apparently, but idk what status means. thereâs also a button for View Inventory.
viewing the inventory rn
edit group button below ur icon/profile
new area
the unstoppable man goliath himself
more of the new area
1 (one) fear: The Unstoppable
he can apparently throw shit at us like Bullymongs did
F in chat for Zane
You can also shoot them out of the air
âDonât leave empty [handed?]â
zoomer is so fucking cute
he threw the tire thing and it flew behind him instead of forwards
lmao
also i 100% just noticed this but zoomer is red instead of the normal yellowish, might be bc of a perk or maybe zoomer conforms to zaneâs skin as well? couldâve sworn he was wearing the basic bitch outfit tho
moze and ib
canât tell if this is a skin or not lmao the quality is too terrible
the quest called Sanctuary
i think that is a new skin? it looks black instead of blue but again that may be the quality of the video
oooo thatâs different!!!! QUEST TO CUSTOMIZE SANCTUARY FOR THE INHABITANTS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEÂ
THIS IS ALSO DIFFERENT!!!!
vs the sanctuary-iii demo below
the behind the doors demo ^
the sanctuary-iii demo v
thatâs a different list on the floor!!
the mail menu/tab!!!!!!
New legendary pangolin shield gives nova, storage, and health. does more weapon damage while shields are depleted
âI said bitttttttcccchhhhhhâ
Also, those fucking names are brilliant. âAmara (as Amara), CalypsoKilla86 (as Zane), Fl4k (as Moze), MC Hammerlock (as unlisted), Moze (as Moze), SkagLord9000 (as Moze), Captain_Fuzz_Lipp (Offline - picture is Rhys), and Maya (Offline - I think the picture is Maya)
Maxxed-Out Sureshot++
âThrown weapon MIRVs into 3 projectilesâ
âAre you sure? Are you sure you want to send this item? Sent mail cannot be returned.â
EDGELORD ZANE FLYNT AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
GRANDPA NEVER GREW OUT OF HIS HOT TOPIC PHASE TGSHDTJYRUKJETHYRWTEQ
Moze heads! cool top hat skull
Moze skins
spooky scary. reminds me of Zer0â˛s pirate skin from captain scarlett
MOZE COLORS AND ITâS REAL WE GET TO PICK OUR COLOR SCHEMES THANK YOU OMG
GEARBOX ACTUALLY LET ME BE GAY IM YELLING
Moze emotes
it looks like there is a wheel for emotes!!!
so far we see finger guns and a little heart. we also know thereâs a wave and weâve seen amara do the chicken dance.
Amara, and some of her heads
birb
her hair holy shit thatâs gorgeous
is that a crimson raider helmet? thatâs badass as fuck goddamn
marcuS?
oh no Amaraâs a furry now
drop from the rare enemy we see in the moze gameplay, maybe?
psycho cultist mask
warfstache?
Amara skins
spooky. guessing there will be a halloween skin event?
Fl4k!
i think this is their VIP reward head
Fl4k skins that change patterns
looks like a hawaiian shirt pattern on their jacket
camo
glow?
idk but it looks awesome
looks wintery to me, idk, maybe a floral print?
Zane heads
Soldier 76 reference i am guessing? I donât play overwatch, im talking about the gay soldier guy with the visor lmao
space dandy fucked dirk im-
there are also gun charms
amaraâs arm
buttstallionâs tail iirc
claptrap charm!
... eye of the destroyer? i think? needs more teeth
i have no idea lmao
fl4kâs doggy bowl!
helios hmmm
jackâs mask D:
moxxiâs hat
psycho mask
RHYSâS MOUSTACHE LMFAO
?????
tinaâs bunny
a toaster? finally i can go swimming with my guns-
gearbox logo
weapon skins:
more eden 6:
is that is that an atlas building i see? or maybe thats SUPAMAX MFG!! they said weâd find a lot of crashed ships on Eden-6 (hey shoutout to my one post that said that the ship with bugs in it was gonna be the B-Teamâs crashed ship that stranded them there, I WAS SO CLOSE)
may be supamax mfg
TINA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
looks they theyâve been living in the abandoned center (Jakobs? is it actually?)
Jakobs manor in the background
âIssariansâ âSariansâ I dunno but theyâre lil dinosaur thingies
more jakobs manor
i like the mix of old-timey shit and holograms/neon lights
this place is fucking huge omg
thereâs like a library and everything holy shit
and it all goes to shit when the CoV get in there and hang people with TVs for heads (3rd trailer)
looks like its a basement or smth
volcano? volcano? volcano? volcano?
(also from the third trailer ^) ARE WE GONNA BLOW UP THE VOLCANO? FUCK YEAH
Jabbers! cat monkey things. they are smart and can use guns
dome - reminds me of the atlas biodome of which cassius is from
(from TFTBL ^)
but it's just empty :|
some of the abandoned ships!
definitely thinking that abandoned factory like area we see (Tina Brick and Mordy in) is SUPAMAX MFG. these ships are SUPER similar to Sanctuary-III
THATâS SO COOL??? this is straight outta skyrim holy shit. that giant skeleton on the tree holy fuck
looks like some sort of factory area? pump/mining maybe?
omfg lmao
this looks awful lmao but they said there is a gas giant in the sky so i gotta believe them
moze standing in what looks like the main menu
â[Iron Bear] is a little bit scuffed up - sheâs seen some actionâ
they go on to talk about stuff weâve already seen: about Mozeâs action skills (hardpoints) and her skill trees
a better look at Amaraâs phasegrasp
The quest is
âBandit Jabber Hunter Spyâ
Zane and Amara running ahead
You can target your missiles to one or multiple enemies at once. thatâs fuckin awesome
more of Amaraâs phasegrasp
Zaneâs clone in action
âLair of the Harpyâ
And thatâs it so far. Thatâs all we got. but holy shit was it a wild ride. Iâm soooooo happy we get to pick our own colors for our skin designs. Seriously. So fucking happy.Â
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Face Shading Tut!!
This is gonna be Rambly cuz im like that but this is how ive been doing my face shading for the past few months ;0 i use ps but this also works with gimp cuz thats what i used to use!
first off load up your screenshot!! iâm using this one of my bby nix
to delete the background, i go to âselect > colour rangeâ and get rid of the green (i do 200% bc its green but if you have white you might wanna have it lower). then i do an unnecessary step of deleting that, then selecting my cutout sim AGAIN for the next step. i think it makes a difference but idk. then i go to âselect > modify > contractâ and contract by 1-2, then âselect > refine edgeâ and make smoothing between 3-10, and make feather 0.01!! click ok, ctrl+i to invert, and delete!!
THEN i mess with the values. i go to âimage > adjustments > brightness/contrastâ and turn the contrast up a TON (about 64 for this specific image but just eyeball it!) and then do âimage > adjustments > levelsâ and play with the levels (sometimes i use curves depending on sim). again just eyeball this but i usually up white, push black a LITTLE, and push midtones a little more >:3 i like the high contrast but really you can do whatever you like
NOW I START MY HIGHLIGHTS! for this u gotta. think about lighting, and your simâs features. which parts would stand out more? its similar but slightly different for each sim!!Â
select a light part on your sims face, such as the inner eye corner, and make it lighter and less saturated in your colour select, make a new layer, and then go to town w ur highlighting! dw about checking the colour yet, i just deal with that afterwards ;)
! this only took me a minute, and it doesnt have to be perfect!! i smoosh this all around with the smudge tool and make the transitions soft and make the shapes better, then gaussian blur it a lil! after that, set the layer to soft light, make colour corrections in hue/saturation if needed, and adjust the layer opacity! in pic 4, i realised i didnt quite like the cheek highlight so i smooshed it some more ;3
for the shadows, i just do the same in opposite places! select a darker spot on the face, like just under the eyes or under the lip (not the nostrils omfg), make it darker, and sometimes SLIGHTLY less saturated. saturation is hard but its okay we can play with it later. then its the same steps! i find this one varies more for different sims! especially w cheekbones.
wrow glamorous.........make sure 2 pay attention to features a lot! nix is half taiwanese so she has less pointy features + less shadows :0) i do the exact same steps as before next, but make the layer hard light!
as u can see, i didnt get the saturation quite right but thats okay!! but do remember that you do want your shadows to be a little saturated, otherwise theyâll look dirty.
HEREâS SOME QUICK EXAMPLES OF HOW IâD SHADE SOME OTHER BBYS OF MINE!! just 2 show the differences i guess?
FINAL STEP + my fave one. just some eye shadows!! v simple. just draw some black under the eyelid, smudge it around to make it soft, maybe blur it a couple pixels, you can change this to soft light if u wanna but usually i just leave it on normal and lower the opacity a bit, and ur done!! cool moody look!! comparison time:
you dont have to do it as dramatically as i did, and it looks rly nice when you have soft shading, i just like the ~drama~ and ofc these are a lot of steps and it takes a hot minute (sometimes i even do more than this these is just my BASIC steps vygubhnj), so you can adapt and change and do whatever you want! at the very least i hope it gives u some ideas or bits to steal ;)
NOT THAT LIKE IâM EXPECTING ANYBODY TO BUT IF U TEST IT OUT FEEL FREE TO TAG ME!!! i wanna sEE
#sims 4#ts4#ts4 tutorial#this was great bc i just got to stare at nixs face for an hour or so and like thats a good time yfeel#tutorial#for my own archive purposes cfgbhjn#ANYWAY YEA HOPE U ENJOY#im rly extra w it vghbjnlk
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Never Have I Ever (2020)
Hey, I think this is my first TV series âreviewâ ever! Well I did do a basically empty post on Unforgotten (season 1) back in Feb 2017, promising to write properly my full feelings down, but that was something I never got back to. Itâs still one of the best TV shows ever in the whole world, so hopefully I have time for it some day.
Anyway, meanwhile Never Have I Ever (NHIE), is⌠absolutely not good. At allâŚ.
Iâd decided to watch it after seeing Mindy Kalingâs Late Night (2019), which was surprisingly enjoyable and moving even, and not just because Emma Thomson is one of my favourite celebrities in this world. It was a fun movie, and it felt different (from other similar films) ! I say it was surprising because I guess due to misogyny or something, I never thought I had reason to take Mindy Kaling seriously. And I am so sorry for it! There were parts of the script (Late Night) that worked out so, so well.
Back to NHIE! First, here are some synopses Iâve found online of the series:
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The complicated life of a modern-day first generation Indian American teenage girl, inspired by Mindy Kaling's own childhood.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â After a traumatic year, an Indian-American teen just wants to spruce up her social status - but friends, family and feelings won't make it easy on her
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Episode 1: After recent trauma, Devi starts her first day as a high school sophomore determined to shake off old labels and finally become cool.
So I guess my first complaint about NHIE is a bone I could pick with just about any American production from the last, idk, 8 years. You know how when (for whatever reason) every single character is âawkwardâ or âweirdâ or sooo idiosyncratic in general, they just end up all being⌠almost exactly the same? Where all the over-used tropes, every characterâs too-loud too-colourful unique defining traits just end up reading the same way, to me at least. Â
Need all characters be so strong, really? Strong as in, overly sapid, full-bodied, clearly defined, distinct in a way that actually isnât unique at all⌠I mean Iâm not asking for more Jack Maliks (from Yesterday, as reviewed here by me) cos fuk dat guy omfg hate him and his dull ass lol but ⌠do you know what I mean? When every character has traits that are so instantly recognizable, so clear to the plain eye without need for any nuanced observation or interpretation that you can almost like .. see the literal line of text in Courier font for the character description in the screenplay flashing before your eyes? Like of course as viewers we do want to feel like we have some grasp of the characters weâre investing in and relating to but I think if traits and personalities and mannerisms are so simplistic (even if they are diverse) that the characters themselves can ve perfectly summed up in a nutshell then thatâs not a good thing at all.. I donât know, it just seems a very American thing that Iâm tired of, where thereâs just a complete dearth of authenticity and complexity. Because no one in real life is ever sooooo distinctly themselves 100% of the time you know? Sure, I havenât seen something specifically catered for teens in a while so maybe itâs just genre-specific thing but I do think there was so much more room for more realistic characters here.
Okay but still, 90% of all comments I have trawled through (facebook, Instagram, youtube) seem to be from American teens, talking about how relatable the show is so I guess high school teachers really be out there acting like caricatures of their TV trope selves and friends are all awkward af among each other and quirky at home and quirky on the streets walking home and quirky in the corridors of their school and exaggerate every reaction in every ordinary situation. But hereâs the thing, I donât think people are actually this way. I think many of them pretend that they are, act like they are. I think here lies the danger: where the more media we have portraying this kind of intensely saturated characters and personalities, the more young people will think that to be âthemselvesâ, they have to raise the decibels of each and every trait of their own⌠I dunno if you understand me?  I think itâs an insidious feedback cycle not dissimilar to the manic pixie dreamgirl effect, not in how womenâs quirkiness serves to bring out dormant sides of men but just in how people (especially girls because due to society-enforced insecurities are more susceptible to taking influence from popular role models) have to BE SO *INSERT ANY ADJECTIVE HERE* ⌠I donât know⌠itâs just inauthentic and tiring. So NHIE is okay, as long as it is makes clear that itâs caricaturizing different examples of how some people may act in different circumstances⌠but it doesnât do this. Aiyah I know Iâm making a huge deal out of what some people will obviously just take as entertainment and gags for laughs etc but⌠itâs annoying to meâŚ
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So Iâm not sure if you got this from the synopses Iâd copied above, so, again: NHIE revolves around a nice girl, Devi (15), who lost her father (heart attack, in the middle of the school hall where he was watching Devi perform at her school orchestra concert) last year and is now starting a new year of school, coping with the incident by stifling every single traumatic memory. Also there are some random throwaways here and there about her having literally become physically disabled for 3 months after her fatherâs death where Devi lost the ability to use her legs (psychosomatic reaction to her loss) but itâs only ever joked at in insignificant ways so I guess⌠we shall never know that side of her grief? But all this (grieving over dead father, impersonal relationship with stern mother etc) is mere backdrop, joining other backdrop themes like being a shitty friend from start to end in unbelievably shitty ways etc â the main âplotâ instead is made up of Deviâs desperate quest to have sex with Paxton, a 16 year-old âhottieâ from school who she likes, erm, because, hot.
Yea thatâs itâŚâŚ thatâs the critique. Sheâs a 15 year old girl whose everyday actions (for the most part) are calculated to lead up to her deflowering by her crush. Not to be a prude but⌠is this an okay storyline? Like are 15 year-olds legally allowed to have sex? Lol⌠Am I under any misconception about what teens all over the world get up to? No. Do I think that the law plays any useful role in preventing young girls and boys from sexualizing themselves and wasting their time on sexual pursuits when they can and should be developing literally any other interest and skill? No. Am I still unhappy that this was the main motivating factor for Devi to get up and out of her home each day, unhappy that for this reason (her goal of sleeping with Paxton), unhappy that because of this she morphed into the worst, most unreliable and unrelatable friend ever to her besties who needed her badly??? Yes!
Look, Iâve covered relevant topics in my 4 years of social work education to understand Deviâs actions as unhealthy, maladaptive coping behaviours â we see Devi exhibit behaviours / thoughts etc evocative of basically all 4 stages of the Kubler-Ross grief cycle, besides the final stage of acceptance: denial, anger, bargaining, depression. If we look at Virginia Satirâs coping stances instead, (different types of behaviours people exhibit when under stress), Devi again displays all 4 stances: super reasonable (i.e. over-rationalizing something so as to avoid confronting/acknowledging the emotional truth), irrelevant (distracting, changing the topic, inappropriate jokes), placating (self-explanatory) Â and blaming (again, obvious). So basically, Devi does, says and feels anything and everything besides maturely coping with the loss of her father. Is this realistic? Yes! Does everyone work within their own timelines before finally coming to that final Kubler-Ross stage of acceptance? Absolutely! And I am not at all rushing Devi to act ânormalâ or to display healthier coping mechanisms. I just wish the grief was handled so so so much better by Mindy Kaling and whoever else was involved in developing this story - this story that is honestly full of promise. In other words, how Devi fails to handle her grief could have been written so much better, so much deeper instead of her failings itself being the central form of entertainment for much of the 10 episodes.
Anyway, also, besides it being morally not okay for a 15 year-oldâs thirst for sex to be an accepted plot point (accepted on- and off-screen I mean), the actors playing Devi and Paxton are 10 years apart in age. Devi (reminder: age 15 on-screen) is played by a lovely actress who is currently 18, and Paxton is played by someone who is currently 29. So likeâŚ.. she would likely have been 17 at the time of shooting? Thatâs just not okay and I donât think I need say more lol. Shit like this, miscasting your key heartthrob, is just so⌠cheapo and so late 90s/early 2000s you know where the actors are so so clearly adults playing high schoolers, itâs just⌠cheapo af and absolutely inexcusable now.
Okay, everything up to this point in my âreviewâ has just been small here-and-there thoughts I had while watching it, and Iâve dedicated fluffy paragraph after paragraph on them so as to delay speaking about my main issue with the series: how the central trauma is dealt with... insomuch as it isnât, at all.
And Iâm not just saying this as someone whoâs fresh off having just re-watched A Single Man, because they are obviously intended as very different works and intentionally made of (made with?) very different calibers but there are, surely, much much better ways to handle grief than what we are given with NHIE where Devi tries her darnest to have sex with her dreamboat bae. Okay so early in the series (second episode), Devi actually does get with Paxton in his garage after propositioning him (by ambushing him outside school after he finished swim practice or something), but when he takes off her shirt sheâs like ok nvm I cant have sex now bye. So yea, it doesnât happen. But it continues to be her main source of distraction from her grief, so it does remain a central plot point. Anyway the therapist character in NHIE is a joke, full of age-old TV-therapist lines like âSo how do you feel about that?â etc, other platitudes and hollow-isms. She does try to tell Devi that it is not in her interest to be putting her sense of self worth on being âbangableâ (I do believe this was the exact word used, cant be bothered to find the exact minute in the speicifc episode but yea trust that Devi and her therapist are candid with speaking about her plans for deflowering and Devi is never willing to talk about anything else but), but ⌠I donât know, Deviâs schtick gets tiresome, not because Iâm neuronormative and want to see more normal behavior from the dear girl or because Iâm annoyed with how badly sheâs handling her grief, but more because of how badly they (writers, producers whoever etc) are handling it.
Like, up till the very end, we see her irrelevant stances or proof of her denial as fodder for lame jokes and utterly clichĂŠ dialogue, in what should be a genuine and ârealâ scene. Itâs annoying!! See below for screencaps from slightly over halfway through the FINAL episode of the series - in other words, way, way too late for a joke to be made out of how Devi resorts to the same poor coping mechanisms in distracting from her grief. Iâve screenshotted only parts of the convo, leaving out the parts where this serious convo turns into a joke about Eleanor, that itself pretends to be deep and serious but it isnât at all...?
Deviâs friends confront her about the most serious thing in the entire series (her needing to go down to her beach to meet her mom to scatter her dadâs ashes, something she hitherto has rejected as she is unable to face this final step in accepting his death but masks with more irrelevant excuses), and sheâs still coping poorly by âdeflectingâ, as her friend rightly says. I donât know about you, but this was not a scene I needed jokes in at all.
But then, like⌠suddenlyâŚ. Immediately after this she starts crying and everything is good for the first time and there is acceptance within her and some semblances of healing of the fractures in her relationship with her mom etc⌠I dunno, itâs just not cathartic at all, because Devi hasnât been given enough of a journey at all. The 0 to 100 thing doesnât work here because itâs not satisfying (for us) or realistic (for Devi) at all.
Re: the grief, I dunno, if we look at another, equally popular Netflix production, The Haunting of Hill House comes to mind. Yes, obviously not at all a meaningful or fair comparison to make but again, if itâs about a family dealing with grief and loss, why canât we expect that NHIE carry the same gravitas? In Hill House, we see our characters fumble and lash out and âpop offâ (a term used in NHIE which I found strangely out of place) at one another, often, but never are manifestations of their grief, never are clear mishandlings of their grief on display for our entertainment in the form of laughs or âcringeâ purposes. Itâs just...not everything has to be funny you know? Even if itâs a teen show. I think there are ways, subtle ways, expert ways for something to be serious without at all needing to be heavy.
Again, like my gripe with the childish and/or cheap caricatures of human personalities which would be okay if this series was clearly presented as light entertainment to fill gaps in oneâs day, not handling the trauma and grief could (perhaps) be overlooked if it didnât pretend that it would in fact handle it. But everyoneâs discussing the show as if it genuinely was an incredible take on dealing with loss and trauma, as if itâs contributed significantly to understandings of how a young, beautiful lovely ânormalâ schoolgirl can live and learn through extreme trauma⌠BUT THE SHOW DOESNâT DO THIS LIKE IT LITERALLY DOESNâT AT ALL I FUCKING SWEARâŚ. Please watch all 10 episodes and show me even just ONE minute where we come full circle from anything, where Devi grows through her pain and where her journey is developed over more than just literally the last 7 minutes of screentime in the very last episode of the entire series. And Iâm also seeing soooooo many comments from people who have enjoyed the series mention how fun and lighthearted it was, how comfortable they are to categorize the series as comedy and how great a time they had binge-watching it. But⌠itâs not funny? Like itâs really not lol⌠Devi is dealing with a most painful, urgent grief, having lost her father tragically a year before (and having to see him go before her very eyes). Her denial, her various-aforementioned-unhealthy-coping-mechanisms-and-maladaptive-behaviours made for painful watching for me. It shouldnât be funny for us to see her abandon her friends when they most needed her; it shouldnât be fun to see her lash out at her mom and dream of Paxton shirtless, these shouldnât be comedic externalities of her situation at all. Does this mean I want an utterly dour, extremely humourless NHIE instead? Not at all! I just wish scenes / examples of her mishandling her grief were not the same ones that are supposed to make us laugh and think that everything is light and fun. Like, we can have other funny scenes featuring Devi instead you know? Things that arenât actually incredibly harmful to her psyche.
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Some positives, cos I did enjoy this stupid series lollll and I did cry and I did laugh and I did look forward to watching it every evening while I exercised, okie? :)
There is one honestly genius thing that I like, where the genius lies in its utter randomness. The series (save for one episode which I will not talk about cos I donât really give a shit about Andy Samberg and whoever his inclusion was pandering to) was narrated by John McEnroe, who, er, apparently is a well-known American tennis player. The only tennis player I know is Andre Agassi because for some reason in 2016 I borrowed from the library and read cover-to-cover his autobiography omg actually why on earth did I even do that lol I must have read somewhere that it was good perhaps? Anyway it is still recognized as one of the most âinterestingâ or iconic sports autobiographies of all time so. But yea John McEnroe who?? He (John) is mentioned here and there as having been Deviâs late fatherâs favourite tennis player â which still does nothing to explain how and why he is narrating the whole series, which is great! I do enjoy the no-attempt-made to connect the fact of his narration to anything in the plot. But itâs not done in an annoyingly absurdist way either, you know? It just it what it is. I mean I guess if Iâd written the screenplay which was in part autobiographical, Iâd too love to have LeBron James or Megan Rapinoe narrating it, just because!
Ultimately, I think we must all acknowledge how fucking epic it is for Mindy Kaling to be where she is today. That Netflix approached her and asked for a story from her heart, drawing from her own life, and gave her the boundary-less freedom to write what she wanted is cool. She may not be the voice I think teens (or any audience really) may most need but they certainly do want this voice â NHIE is so so so loved and appreciate across the board â by adults, kids, diasporic Indian girls, normal non-minority-race girls etc, with everyone calling (begging) for another season, and anyway Mindy Kaling is probably about 1000000x better anyway than others who have been granted the same stage and presence as her before, like, I dunno, Michael fucking Bay or fucking James Cameron so yay her !!! For the sake of us all!
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update, a few hours later:
so since forcing Jade to read my post the second it went up, i have learnt that:
So there goes the one singular uniquely cute thing I did appreciate about NHIE then i guess, seeing as his random feature throughout the series isnât unique at all... seeing as unexpectedness makes for a predictable part of his record, it is no longer charming to me. lol bye!
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have you ever thought of selling a zine of your art because i'd buy 10
omg anon ur so kind I m actually planning zines with friends atm!! BUT IM NOT SURE IF WE WILL EVER GET THEM DONE BC WE ARE BUSY AND TERRIBLE PROCRASTINATORS LOL idk if i will ever do a zine on my own, I have some ideas for stuff but even if i ever finish it I prob wont sell it iâd just put up the pdf for free YEAH
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1) HELLO ANON THANK YOU AND I LOVE U TOO hmmm i actually do it by changing the colors around until i find one that I like LOL and most of my ocs have actually gone through color palette changes over the years! I really dont feel like there should be any rules about what colour must go with what but I think itâs good to limit your palette? Bc a char with too many colours can be overwhelming! Itâs also more interesting to do an uneven ratio of colours rather than say 33.3% red, 33.3% orange and 33.3% blue. I personally really like accents! I.E. having a lot of one color complemented with a dash of one or 2 other colors⌠BUT either way I rly think itâs best that you do a sketch of your char and color the hair/ eyes/ whatever other parts on a diff layer, and then play with it using Hue/Saturation or color balance option in photoshop to see what you like!!Â
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OH Some of them are quick ideas but for a lot of them I do flesh them out with Vonna!! We generally do plan out a whole plot and talk about some of the interactions they would have and stuff! And personally I do have a story/ various scenes in my head when I draw those!! There are definitely some AUs that I want to work on more if I had more time to :âD HAHA THANK YOU IM GLAD TO HEAR YOU ARE ENJOYING PHOTOSHOP
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