#this piece was such a challenge for me and i dont hate it but im ready to move on to something else now lmao

[sewerpigeonart]

The Water Sovereign 🌊🐉

[shalomniscient]

every day, once a year, yelan takes a day off.

this is written directly into her contract with the tianquan. there are no exceptions, no special arrangements. on this singular day, yelan does not belong to the qixing; on this singular day, her leash and collar are abandoned, and she has free reign to do as she pleases.

what does she do? well, prepare for your anniversary, of course.

she hops out of bed, cleans up, tugs her jacket on and then slips out the door with the clink of her jade bracelet. it’s a clear day, and yelan tilts her head to the sky briefly, letting the golden sunrays warm her face almost like an embrace. you were never really a morning person, but the sun on your skin always suited you. she’d have to drag you out of bed to see it, but it was always well worth your grumbling in the end when you finally cave and offer her a smile which she would then steal with a kiss.

“ugh, yelan—“ you giggled, your hands on her chest gently pushing her back. your bracelet was cool against her skin, and the matching one on her own wrist hummed. she nosed along your jaw, pressing more and more kisses until she reached your neck. playfulness turned into something a little more heated, and her blood sang at the sigh she pulled from your lips. emerald eyes flicked up to you, teasing, challenging, and you managed a wry huff before tangling your fingers in her hair and tugging her back to properly kiss her again. it stung, beautifully, but yelan grinned all the way."

she shakes herself out of the memory, and steps into the busy street. liyue’s morning scene has always been crowded, and she blends into the throng with practiced ease. she follows the flow of the crowd down the wharf until she reaches the shop she’s looking for—a florist, tucked snugly between two other stores on the higher levels of the shopping district.

the owner, a midde-aged woman, looks up from tending to her orchids to smile at her. her eyes crease with familiarity at the sight of yelan as the spy steps into her store, fingers brushing the petals of a few flowers. the woman rounds the counter, and rummages in the storage for a few moments.

“the usual, i take it?” she asks, and yelan nods, leaning against the counter and tapping her fingers over the grainy wood. the shop hasn’t changed much, if at all, since she last came here with you.

you leaned down by a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, lips curving upward into a smile as you breathed in the soft, floral scent. yelan looked curiously over your shoulder, a hand casually resting on your hip. she asked if it was your favorite flower—you nodded, your other hand rising to just as casually cup her face from over your shoulder. “they’re quite pretty, aren’t they?” you hummed, and yelan took a moment to ponder the question. in the end, she said they were nowhere near as pretty as you, and took the light smack you delivered to her shoulder with an easy laugh.

the florist clears her throat, coaxing her out of the memory. yelan recieves the bouquet—white chrysanthemums—with a smile, settling it in the crook of her arm. the woman’s expression is measured, but there’s a slight waver to her tone when she speaks. if yelan really had to name it, it sounds close to… pity.

“yelan—“ she begins, but she only flashes the woman a signature grin, before slipping out the door as quickly as she came. she has other things to get, after all, and the clock is always ticking.

(or maybe her clock stopped ticking a long time ago and all this is just extra. maybe it cracked when the rocks fell and the earth buried—)

she dissolves back into the crowd as she heads to her next destination: wanmin restaurant. she can smell the chili in the air as she makes her way down the street again, a sharpness only wanmin seems to be able to make. when she gets there, xiangling is boisterously calling out orders while her father toils away in the kitchen, with guoba tirelessly maintaining the roaring fire for his wok. when she sees her, xiangling’s grin only widens, and she waves her over enthusiastically.

“miss yelan! welcome, welcome,” the young chef says cheerily. “here for another batch of dried chillies?”

yelan chuckles, shaking her head. “no, not this time. i’m here for a few rice buns. with a sweet filling, preferably.”

“ooh,” xiangling coos, nodding. “are you planning to go on an expedition? rice buns are both portable and satiating.”

“you could say that,” yelan says vaguely. the little chef is right, in a way, since she’ll have to hike a little to get to your spot—but really, it’s because rice buns have always been a comfort food of sorts for you.

“how can you not like them?” you asked defensively as you trudged along with her behind the group. there was a slight smear of filling on the corner of your lip, and your expression scrunched up a little more as she wiped it off. her jade bracelet was cool against your heated cheeks. yelan only shook her head, teasingly remarking that spice was a much greater wake-up call than sweets. you huffed at that, taking another bite of your rice bun. “not all of us are masochists, lan’er,” you grumbled, and yelan laughed softly. her nimble fingers encircled your wrist, tugging you closer so she could take a quick bite of your bun. it was sweet, sweeter than she’d like, but maybe that was because you were there. and somehow, that made it good.

yelan pulls herself out of yet another memory when xiangling deposits the bag of warm rice buns into her hands. they’re freshly steamed, and the scent of warm buns fill her senses. she thanks the chef, and disappears much the same way she came before the young lady can get even so much as a word in. in the back of her mind, she can almost hear you chastise her for it.

(she always hears you in the back of her mind. if not, where else—)

there’s only one thing left on her list, and it’s incense. it’s late in the morning now, so the crowds have thinned out—and without her cover, yelan takes to back alleys and rooftops instead. she sighs, relieved almost, as she slips into the shimmering, reflective cover of hydro, darting like a minnow between buildings like rocks, barely a blur in the eyes of anyone nearby. the secrecy isn’t strictly necessary for what she’s doing now, but she’s been so used to being unseen that being in the open feels… unsafe.

it doesn’t take her that long to reach wangsheng funeral parlor. the young lady running the parlor isn’t in today—instead, it’s her ‘assistant’, the elegant man shrouded in such thick mystery that neither her nor ningguang has been able to pierce. he greets her with a solemn expression, no doubt because director hu has told him the reason for her visit. “incense?” he asks again anyway to confirm, his voice low and soft. yelan nods absently, her nose stinging slightly from the intense scent permeating the parlor.

she watches as the man disappears into the back of the parlor for a moment, before he reappears with a delicately wrapped packet of incense sticks. she slides a pouch of mora his way, which he takes wordlessly. she tucks the packet into her little pocket dimension, then turns on her heel to leave. just as she exits the door, he calls out to her.

“safe travels.”

she doesn’t deign him with a response.

her feet take her out and away from the city, down the familiar path to the bleeding wound in the earth—the chasm. the land goes from valleys to large, curling momuments of rock, carved by the force of a falling star. she feels that familiar tug in her chest, the voice that calls to her, that tells her to forsake the surface as her ancestor once did. she listened to it, once. and—

“go,” you whispered, pushing her away. half of you was buried under rock, and she could only see one of your eyes; the other was forced shut by the blood that trickled down your face. yelan nearly screamed herself hoarse, but you grabbed her face and kissed her. it tasted like salt, and her heart lurched at the wrongness. your kisses had always been sweet. you slipped your bracelet onto her wrist, then pushed her again, and then the earth heaved and groaned, and it was the last she ever saw of you—

she turns her head and rips herself out of the memory and the temptation; she has other, more important places to be today. she has other days to chase down her demons. she skirts the side of the chasm, slowly ascending to the top. she passes by the memorial to the millelith, and leaves a rice bun and a few sticks of incense as an offering. they too, deserve to be remembered after all.

(she wonders if anyone else comes out here to remember them. she wonders who will come when she’s gone for—)

it takes her a while, but eventually, she reaches the highest point in the chasm. the sun has traveled across the sky by this point, the afternoon heat mellowing out into a slightly cooler evening warmth. the sky is alive with shades of gold when she finally stops, drawing to a halt right before a smooth stone, standing upright from the earth like a silent vigil. she kneels before it, producing three sticks on incense and inserting them into the censer before the stone and lighting them. she sets a rice bun on the plate by the stone, and saves one for herself. the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, she lays on top of the stone.

yelan takes a bite of her rice bun, letting the sweetness settle on her tongue, as the floral scent mixes with the incense, filling her lungs and settling on her shoulders. she tilts her head to the sun, and the warmth feels almost like an embrace. and when she closes her eyes, the wind in her hair feels almost like a caress. when she opens them again, she lets them rest on the stone—the headstone, and she offers it a smile.

sitting on the edge of the cliff, your legs swinging, you smiled at her, nearly blindingly bright like the golden hour. your pinkies were twined together, your shoulders flush with hers. there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums on your lap, and just a few crumbs on the corner of your lips. your voice carried in the wind when you spoke.

“happy anniversary, yelan.”

“happy anniversary, sweetheart,” she whispers. the wind carries her voice as well, and she hopes you hear it, wherever you are now. one day, she’ll join you, but for now she takes another bite of her rice bun and breathes in the scent of incense and chrysanthemums.

[pizzaapeteer]

Sunglasses at night

Woo! Week 1 of JinxedJuly Challenge is finally here, created by @finalgirllx & @thatdammchickennugget. I used the prompt sunglasses for this fun, goofy and a little fluffy fic.

Warning: fem reader!, mentions of y/n, weed consumption, swearing, alcohol consumption, Luna and Draco are cousins in this, I guess a little au, also I am a little inexperienced with weed so please dont hate me fellow stoners. Pretty divider from here. 2.7 k. And big thanks to @suugarbabe love you 💛

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“Where the fuck is berk?” Mattheo groaned impatiently, his eyes scanning the room flickering over to the stairs. He was growing angsty, his patience wearing thin at the unnecessary stalling, cutting into his chilling out time. He runs a hand through his hair, tousling the curls; he’d only been interested in attending Dracos summer bash for two reasons; weed and booze, and he didn’t appreciate Lorenzo delaying it. 

“Alright, don’t blow your top already, Riddle, I’m here.” Enzo saunters leisurely down the stairs, presenting his ready self with a pair of tinted red sunglasses on. 

Theo and Mattheo's eyes flicker towards Enzo’s entrance, taking in his appearance. “You’re seriously wearing those?” Mattheo attacks his accessory choice, snagging them from his head. “What is the indie wannabe?”

“What I wanna look good when im fucking cooked off my head, and Draco will be none the lesser. I’m a genius, unlike you two dipshits.” Enzo grins, tapping his head as if he had cured Dragon pox.

Theo chuckles, stealing the item from Mattheo to inspect. “Why didn’t I think of that?” He moves searching around for another pair of sunglasses, ideally ones with a red tint, hoping to be inconspicuous from Draco as well. He returns a moment later with an ordinary pair, a little bummed, “these will do.” Placing them over his eyes, he grins, "cool."

A deep groan vertebrates out of Mattheo along with an irritated characteristic eye roll, and he moves towards the plate of brownies, instantly furrowing his brows with a rising temper. "Who the fuck got impatient and already ate one?” He scowls, shoving the plate forward with a clang at the other two. His eyes narrow, lingering longer on Theo with an accusatorial glare. 

Theo quirks his own brow. “Don’t give me that look- you know I wouldn’t break our pot pack like that. How dare you think so little of me, Matty.” His tone is one feign with mock disbelief and a playful tinge at Mattheo’s indictment.

Mattheo scowl deepens at the nickname but with a hint of confusion, knowing Enzo undoubtedly didn’t eat it. The three boys share a look, falling into one of surprise and realisation when their gaze shifts synchronized over to you lounging, sunken deep into the couch. Cocooned in by the surrounding pillows, legs sprawled out, you look quite comfy in the cozy state completed with the absentminded look at the blank Tv. 

Like a snag of a rubber band, the three boys' heads turn to one another, their faces sliding through the emotions of disbelief, forgetfulness, and then guilt. They hadn’t meant to disregard your presence when tasked with keeping you company, but they’d gotten caught up in their boyly duties, their minds too wrapped in the kush they were planning on inhaling. 

Theo breaks the silence with a deep laugh, his palms leaning forward onto the counter, “This is too good. She got into them.” He readjusts onto his elbows and eats his brownie. 

“Good?! Blaise is going to kill us, for Luna's sake!” Mattheo hisses at Theo, rolling his eyes at the fact he’s half gobbled his brownie already. “Dammit Theo, can’t you wait a fucking minute longer.” Groaning, he grabs his own piece to eat and shares a look with Enzo, who has a similar reaction to Theo. "Seriously, we get assigned to look after her best friend and we get her fucking cooked."

“It’s fine, Matt.” Enzo is quick to dismiss his growing agitated stress moving closer to you on the couch.

"Fine?! We're going to have to babysit her the whole time now." Mattheo groans, rubbing his face, clearly unimpressed with your thievery disrupting his plans. "Fucking up my high."

Lifting your eyes with not the most ease at the snapping of Enzo fingers in front of your face, alerting you of his presence. "Hey gorgeous, are you functioning alright there?” His eyes glimmer with amusement when he spots your gaze shift to the brownie he holds, watching your droopy eyes and relaxed smile.

“Ooh, those were yum, did you make them?”

He can't help but chuckle more at your clear obliviousness to the scenario occurring, his eyes capturing Mattheo's tense shoulders while munching on his own brownie. “mm Theo did, he's a great cook.” He holds back from informing you they weren’t for you. “See look Matt, she's fine.” Enzo comments, straightening up and scoffing down the last of his brownie. 

Enzo’s reassurance does little to calm Mattheo’s nerves and frustrations, he then lets out an exasperated exhale when he starts to receive panicked messages from Draco. “Malfoys bitchin 'again, come on, we’re already late.” He looks over, analyzing you, “and what are we going to do about her?” His words are laced with much less amusement that the others had previously expressed, his tone bitter at the now fucking cooked pest he had to deal with.

He doesn’t miss the glance between Theo and Enzo, who shrug in total uncertainty, before a moment is shared between them, and they grin.

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The added darkness of tinted lens clouds your vision, making it a struggle to exit the car and Enzo and Mattheo rushing to your aid, looping an arm each around yours while Theo strolls beside the lot of you. Now all of you adorn the same eye accessory, looking like a suspicious group of idiots strolling down the path towards the Malfoy Manor.

Mattheo scoffs, lifting his own glasses to rest on his beanie, "This is stupid and in no way subtle.” He’s only gotten more on edge despite the rising high, not exactly keen on finding out Luna and Blaise's reaction to your state.

Theo laughs at Mattheo's anguish and stretches a lengthy arm around Enzo, tugging him away from Mattheo and you. Theo turns the two of them towards him, walking backwards slowly, revealing two shit-eating grins on their faces. Their expressions and the slowness of their movements showed to Mattheo they were already feeling the effects of the substance. 

His face, resembling one of boredom and instantly changes to one of unamusment when Enzo sings. "I wear my sunglasses at night-" He can't finish the next lyric before he grins again lazily at the blatant obviousness of his words.

"Relax Matty, all is a-ok." Theo responds in between laughs at Enzo's singing, which is just met by an ungrateful sneer, only making Theo laugh harder in retaliation. "Damn, the weed clearly ain't loosen you up yet, chill out we look figo. (cool).

Mattheo rolls his eyes at Theo's nonchalant attitude and falls into step behind Enzo and Theo, the four of you entering the building. The lavish Malfoy manor hums with the buzz of people, a fully packed event was anything but normal for the notorious Draco Malfoy. The classic gleaming chandeliers hung as the main feature of the foyer, illuminating the exceptionality of their wealth.

Beverages of multitudes sail by gliding around the rooms in offerings and Mattheo reaches out to grab a one. Relishing the refreshing taste of the chilled beer, he narrows his eyes at Enzo and Theo emerging into the crowds of people moving between rooms. Fucking great, now he's really left on babysitting duty.

At the sudden remembrance of you, he's re-alerted by the absence of your touch, falling upon him you're no longer attached to his arm. Spinning around in a panic flurry, he sighs with relief, taking in your presence standing just steps behind him. His eyes lower, taking in the complete state of awe you were currently consuming, and he can’t contain the smile forming. Closing the gap between the two of you, he tilts your head down and shuts your chin in order to help you appear sober. 

“Come on droopy, let’s keep moving.” He re loops his arm with yours, enjoying the warmth you radiate onto him, escorting you towards one of the many dining rooms. Mattheo, well acquainted with the Malfoy manor and moves amongst the flocks of people with ease. The sounds of pleasant music booms with the help of the sonorus spell continuing the steady volume in each room.

His skin prickles under the pressure of your tapping fingers in time with the beat, while he pushes past drunk bystanders into the library. His ears tune in the dreamy sweet voice of Luna instantly and his muscles tense. “Shit.” Where Luna is, Blaise is close to follow, and Mattheo has no plans to greet Zabini so eagerly. 

A tiny ‘oof’ is exhaled at the slamming of your body into his and a light chuckle escapes him while he grabs a hold of you again, not even sure how you got behind him. Steering the two of you expeditiously searching for a corner of the house to hide out and stall time. He leads the two of you out to the pool, stopping at the lounge beds, helping you settle in, watching how you make yourself comfortable.

Mattheo plants himself on the seat beside you, his own high hitting him pleasantly. It’s less crowded outside, most of the guests choosing to spend their time indoors inside the lavishness of the Manor. Lowering his own sunglasses, he sighs, relaxing, not minding the babysitting after all. This is perfection, he thinks, while taking another sip of his beer. 

A small giggle falls from your lips as you lay contently beside him and Mattheo grins lazily, looking over at you. It’s quite a sight seeing you chilling under the night sky, the stars twinkling and a happily dazed expression on your face. He can’t help but find the amusement in the situation as you both lay in the night wearing sunglasses, too stoned to care. The two of you enjoy the warm summer air and each other’s company, blissfully unaware of the time passing. 

Too consumed in your own highs, you don't notice the delicateness of Luna's footsteps pattering on the tiled floors, her dreamy voice drifting through the air. “Hello petal, I expected to see you out here.” Luna's calm sweet voice announces her presence, and Mattheo stills in a panic. “Oh, hello Mattheo. I’ve interrupted a deep thought, haven’t I?”

Mattheo racks his brain for words, turning to look as Luna steps between the lounge chairs, her hair decorated in sequences of flowers that move playfully. She can sense Mattheo's sudden distress over your state and smiles down softly at you lounging comfortably before speaking to him. “I like your spectacles. I too often find the need for a different perspective. I find upside down most practical.” 

Mattheo's brows furrow when he realises, they’re upside down on his face, when the fuck did that happen. His attention is momentarily distracted as he spots his friends across the courtyard, and he studies them. Enzo waves his hands caught up in his rambles to Theo, who stares blankly at him, scoffing his face with chips. Mattheo grins at the two idiots, finally pushing the glasses up and spinning them around correctly to rest on his beanie. 

The glasses don't stay put upright for long with Enzo's wandlessly and wordlessly casting cicumrota causing them to rotate upside down without Mattheo knowing. It’s a miracle Enzo can still multitask and cast a spell while he’s this cooked. 

He settles back into the chair and flicks his attention back, “Hey lun-." He sits up suddenly at the notice of you and Luna gone. He turns in the chair, his weight making the sun bed lift and he grabs the other one to stable himself. “Merlin, how strong are these brownies.” 

Rising with difficulty, he scans the outdoor area, spinning in an unwanted circle, making him clutch his head. “Fuck, I need these back on” He lowers his sunglasses, helping block out some of the blaring outdoor lights. During his surveillance, he finally spots Luna wandering alongside you in the gardens. She appears to be chatting calmly, helping guide you. He watches for a moment before you trip over nothing and stare at the ground silently. 

“Fuck, oh no no no no," another wave of panic hits him. His stress levels have never been so high, especially while stoned. With a hurried pace, he’s making his way over to the two of you while racking his mind for an explanation to why you're absently staring at nothing in the grass. “You know it’s kind of funny- “He starts before his own eyes drift, taking in what you're glaring at. 

You're not as high as he thinks, or maybe it's him who's equally off his face as you are, when he too spots a small creature running away from where you almost tripped. 

“Gnomes are extraordinary creatures, don't you think, very misunderstood, dear things.” Luna hums, also watching the creature scurry away, muttering curses. He instantly relaxes a sense of relief at Luna's comment that he’s not seeing things. 

“Who knew Draco and Ron would have a common gnome problem,” you can’t help the fall of giggles that erupt out of you, your hand falling to rest on Mattheo's arm. The air is filled with warmness at the sounds of your chuffed laughter, cheeks brimming and grasp tightening. Mattheo can’t help but to grin at the scene, his own sensations making it almost impossible not to join in with you.

“Riddle, what’s going on?” Blaise’s smooth voice cuts through the air, stalling his laughter, his head turning to gaze at him. Your laughter continues to ring out into the night, and Blaise quirks a brow at the uncontrollable noises skeptically. He flickers his gaze to his girlfriend and then back to Mattheo with his upside down sunglasses. He studies his friend's expression, recognising the slightly less sober look on his face. “I’ll ask again, what the fuck is up with the sunglasses?” 

Theo approaches behind Blaise, grasping a bowl of chips with a frustrated Draco hot on his tail, attempting to slow down his pace and not make a fool of himself for running. He snatches the bowl from Theo when he arrives beside him. Theo, too consumed with his snacks to see him following, frowns, pouting when he steals them from him.

“Are you bloody serious? I knew you were a guttural goon, but this is for the entire party.” Draco’s usual sneer and bitter tone lectures Theo, “What’s gotten into you?” Mattheo's eyes flicker to Draco’s confusion on the surrounding manner, his eyes taking in Blaise’s serious demeanour and his cousin's dreamy look towards you. “And where the bloody hell have you been all night, Riddle?!” 

Mattheo stares blankly, searching his mushy brain for an excuse before Enzo joins them and he speaks up, cutting straight to the point. “Oh he’s babysitting a stoned y/n. We’re all high can’t you tell?” Mattheo curses Enzo for being a truthful rambling stoner.

“High?!” A chorused reaction falls from Blaise and Draco, before the following, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

Luna smiles softly at the revelation, “Oh yes, they were already quite high when I found them. I think they've both transcended quite far in their minds already.” 

Amidst the chatter of the group, you had slowly wandered over to the far bench and settled comfortably laying back down. Mattheo is the first to notice your absence, a new habit of his to have his eyes on you at all times. A small huff exhales him involuntarily when he sees you resting, he’s quick to mask his expression when the boys follow his gaze. 

Luna being Luna notices and smiles softly. “She’s a dozer, can sleep anywhere.” 

Blaise sighs, stretching his arms at the frustrations of the night, “I can drive her hom-“ 

“It’s fine Blaise, stay.”

Blaise’s brows raise at Mattheo's offer, skeptically gazing at him. “Not like that. I’ll just put her to bed. I’ve been watching her all night, it's fine." Mattheo comments quickly defending the assumptions, his tone underlying with feign bothersome. 

Luna smiles, having picked up on Mattheos' growing fondness for you, “you’re very admirable Mattheo. Y/n rests in good hands.” 

A tinge of heat flushes his cheeks, finding it almost impossible to stay calm under Luna's blunt but sweet observations. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah cheers Luna.” He’s already moving to pick you up quickly to avoid any brewing teasing the boys are planning. Thankful for the darkness, though he still wishes he had something a little more useful than sunglasses right now. 

masterlist

[lazulian-devil]

Does anyone remember Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks? You know. The one with the train.

Point is. This was my first Zelda and I have so many good memories of it. But I know people hated it so I went back in, just to see how much I liked it.

And oh boy. Oh fucking boy.

Is the train riding a little obnoxious? Sure. Especially in the endgame. We all know that.

But the story is so good? The characters are either wonderful or wonderfully stupid? Zelda is such a cool companion character and I still love her as much as I used to. The mechanics are fun, the fucking Dungeons are amazing (and theres so so soooo many!!) and my heart is just so happy.

Everyone mocked me as a child but I love this game. I played for five straight hours yesterday and everything was just so fun. So incredibly, wonderfully fun.

Look, you dont have to care about it. Its a silly spin off. But the writing is genuinely funny, the graphics are absolutely "You get used to it", the fact that you basically control the entire game with your stylus is something that I dont remember ever having to do in a game, the Puzzles are fun, the pacing is (at least for the first five to six hours, meaning that I managed to unlock three of the slates, went through two dungeons and finished three tower dungeons) pretty damn good, the quests I know to be stupid and time consuming but I was also like a child. Anything Ive struggled with or remembered to be hard isnt actually that bad. The map marking mechanic is such a cute idea and I love it. Stamps. The enemies. The characters. The Dungeons!!! Oh my god, the dungeon bosses. They arent hard or mind boggling or all that jazz, but they're fun! And still a little challenging, despite having played the game twice as a child and now having leveled up a few levels in videogame skill. The camera is never annoying. The SOUNDTRACK. The riddles I found overwhelming as a kid are actually pretty easy to solve from context clues. The world has so much intrigue and I know it all gets answered. I never managed to beat the final boss, but I cant fucking wait. I know you can grind your train pieces into oblivion, but I dont think I will (unless I notice that Im majorly struggling). THE SOUNDTRACK.

I wish there was any way to emulate it so I could Show it to other people. Im playing it on a crappy DS Lite that doesnt close properly anymore. Its just...

This is a Nostalgia win, my dudes. An absolute nostalgia win. My heart is singing. I am so Happy. If you own this game or stumble over it, please give it a try. Its so damn charming. Stupid, maybe. But charming. Might write a proper Essay on it because my heart. My poor child heart. Its overflowing.

[charliedaltonswife]

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Play. Now.

Henry Winter x reader (The Secret History)

thank you for the request, i open every request with so much excitement ngl

Summary: read the request. theres a ss of the link, but go look at the link

Warnings: first time writing smut, so dont fucking come for me, im lowkey bad at it okay. SO, smut beware, minors leave kindly.

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Ever since you were young, your parents had demanded that you take piano lessons. And frankly. You hated it. You hated the incessant nagging to practice pieces you were not fond of. But as you grew older, moved out and joined a rather strange group of Greek students at your college, you were drawn back to the melody. Not having a piano in your dorm, you would play occasionally, quietly, on the piano tucked away in Henry’s study. 

You would sit at the piano, just as you were presently, the varnished wood cool beneath your fingertips, the keys gleaming faintly in the low light. A quiet melody poured forth, hesitant and soft. 

The music wasn’t perfect, it faltered in places, your fingers stumbling over notes. Practice practice practice, your parents would have said. It wasn’t often that you played like this, not for others. It was something private, intimate. And yet, you’d left the door ajar, hadn’t you? You were so used to it at this point, you weren’t as careful to sneak off when everybody was drunk or sleeping, and close the door. You had left it just enough that the faint strains of music could escape and wind their way down the hall. Just enough that someone could follow them to you.

And he did.

You didn’t hear Henry come in. His steps were quiet, a skill he seemed to have perfected. He knew you could play and had heard you many times, standing just outside the door of his study. It was only when you felt the shift in the room, the small shift of a floor board, that you realized he was there.

“You missed a note,” he said matter of factly, but with an underlying softness, just noticeable enough to send a ripple of self consciousness down your spine.

You glanced over your shoulder, startled. He stood in the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the frame, his gaze fixed on you. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his collar slightly undone, the usual precision of his appearance just slightly unraveled. It was subtle, but enough to notice, enough to make you wonder what had unsettled him.

“I didn’t realize I had an audience,” you said, trying to sound unaffected, though the quickened pace of your heart betrayed you.

Henry smiled softly. “I didn’t realise that my study was free for use,” he said, stepping into the room. 

You panicked slightly, not picking up on his teasing tone, “Oh Henry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intru-”

He waved his hand dismissively, seeming to see the guilty look spread across your features, “It’s not a bad thing. That piano was going to go out of tune if it wasn't played soon.” 

You turned back to the piano, your fingers hovering over the keys. “You don't play but you own one?”

“It was a gift,” he said, coming closer. “I prefer tending to the garden as my hobby.”

“I’ve noticed,” you murmured, pressing down a key and letting the note linger in the air.

Henry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he came to stand beside you, his presence steady. You could feel the faint heat radiating from him, the subtle shift in the air as he leaned down, just enough that his breath ghosted against your ear.

“Play it again,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. But it felt demanding. 

You hesitated, your hands poised over the keys. There was something in his tone, in the quiet intensity of his gaze, that made the simple request feel like a command, like a challenge. Slowly, you began to play, your fingers moving more deliberately this time, the melody smoother, more assured. And yet, you couldn’t focus. Not with him standing so close, his presence like a magnet pulling your attention away from the music.

As you reached the end of the piece, his hand moved, resting lightly on the edge of the piano, his fingers brushing against the polished wood. “Do you know what I’ve always found fascinating about music?” he asked, his voice thoughtful.

“What’s that?” you said, your own voice quieter now, the notes fading into silence.

“It’s all about tension,” he said, his gaze fixed on the piano, though you felt his attention on you. “Every chord, every note, every pause, it’s all about the balance between tension and release. Without tension, there’s no interest. And without release, there’s no satisfaction.”

You swallowed, your pulse quickening. Surely there wasn't a double meaning in his words. God, you felt stupid to even consider it. “And what happens when the balance is off?”

Henry’s lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze finally meeting yours. “It creates dissonance,” he said. “Which can be unpleasant or interesting.”

The air between you seemed to hum, charged with something unspoken but unmistakable. He leaned down slightly, his face inches from yours, his gaze flickering to your lips for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes.

“Can I sit?” 

You shuffled across, closer to the base keys, to leave him enough space on the piano seat. 

“Play something else,” he said, his voice softer now, almost a murmur.

“What do you want to hear?” you asked, your voice wavering.

Henry tilted his head slightly, considering. “Something unfamiliar. Something that makes me think.”

You nodded, your fingers moving instinctively to a different piece, one you’d been practicing in secret, the notes more complex, the melody more haunting. As you played, Henry didn’t move, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

When you stumbled over a particularly difficult passage, his hand moved, covering yours gently, stilling your fingers. The sudden contact made your breath hitch, your pulse hammering in your ears. He didn’t pull away, his hand lingering over yours, his touch warm and steady.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you lifted his hand with yours, to your lap, a frenzy of shivers forcing the hairs on your neck to wake. Your short flowy skirt had hiked up when you first sat down to play, and your hand faltered its guidance as you felt his cold hands graze the hem of your skit. Henry drops one hand to your lap, working it up the skirt of your dress to meet your lace undergarments.

“Play,” he instructed. You could barely think and let your hands touch the keys on autopilot. 

With a low curse, he slid his hand into them, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing in steady circles while you threw your head back and moaned at the feeling of his hands on you.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

Your breath caught, your pulse pounding in your ears as his words hung in the air, heavy and electric. His hand moved, trailing lightly up your arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt, the space between you collapsing.

“Every time you stop playing, I stop moving.” His words were accompanied by a warm breath against your ear. You hadn't even realised you stopped playing. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You managed out, letting your hands rest on the keys and opting to play a new song you knew well. 

You writhed underneath his grasp, his arm was thrown across your thigh to reach you but also keep you in place, as he moved his fingers seemingly to the rhythm of the music. Your clit throbbed against his thumb as he flicked it from side to side over the sensitive spot. 

One of the notes hit a flat, definitely not in the key you were playing in as your legs trembled. 

"Oh- oh, my god." You panted, chest heaving with laboured breaths. 

“You’re rushing,” he said softly, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. “Slow down. Let it breathe.”

You let out a slightly strangled laugh at him as he decided to slide another finger into you at that moment. His fingers pumped in and out of you. Ecstasy. 

"For fuck- Christ." You gasped. You felt like your skin was on fire. When you feel Henry’s lips connect with your neck, sucking a bruise onto your sensitive skin, you let out a cry at the feeling of the vibrations running through you. 

The once slow pace he was at first was long forgotten, he increased the pace and then, once you were somehow even wetter, sped up even more. 

“Right t-there,” you babble, hips continuing to swivel as you grind against his hand. 

“Keep playing darling.” His low voice came up from your neck for a moment to speak close to your ear. His murmured little “Just like that,” helps push you over with a shout, your body shaking and trembling in his arms as he works you through your orgasm.

Both of his fingers inside of you, bending slightly to hit that sweet spot inside of you, along with his thumb making tight little circles on your clit. You gasped, and let his name drip like honey from your lips, hitting the final notes of the piece and letting the sound ring out in the air, the foot on the peddle allowing the sound to echo in the room. 

The pressure that had built in your lower abdomen suddenly snaps and sets your skin aflame. 

“So gorgeous darling, so good for me,” Henry says, his thumb slowing down against your clit as you come down from your high. When your eyes flutter open and you take him in, cheeks flushed and glasses slightly fogged from all of the exertion. He barely gives you a moment to catch your breath before his hand guides yours back to the keys, his fingers moving with a precision that is almost hypnotic. You followed his lead, your movements slowing, your breathing steadying as the music began to flow more naturally. 

His gaze was dark and searching, his expression unreadable.

“Are you alright?” he asked quickly.

You nodded sheepishly, your chest clenching. 

Before you could respond verbally, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your lips. And with the same courage from when you guided his hand, you leaned forward to softly capture his lips.

a/n: hahaha kill me, i dont know how to write smut. also dont know if i was actually supposed to write smut but i mean.... okay anyway we wont speak of this again! Bro I wrote this after I cancelled on a date 😭

[clutchpowers]

2024 coming to an end means that my personal 10th anniversary is also coming to a close... sad! i didn't draw as much (or at all) as i wanted but one thing i did wanna post was this! the 100 faces of a character challenge!!!!! though i guess its more of an art progression thing. from my very first fan art to the most recent its been a journey that makes me feel things....... and if you care to read a ramble thats under the read more but TLDR waah waaah *water shoots out of my eyes* i love this game so much and ty to everyones whos stuck around!!!!!!!! :'^)

man. idk i know i kinda went on a similar rant last year during the games 10th so hopefully this wont be too long but if you told me that 10 years ago i would have become OBSESSED with this stupid ass game id probably believe it. man tlm just came out and it was my THING i was getting back into clutch powers too so. i always like to joke that one way or another i would have been dragged into the hell that this game took me down into. but something about this year being my personal 10th!!! idk!!!! i had time to reflect on my entire journey that lead me here. all the stupid AUs and fanfics and shit i dont post/talk about and keep to myself vs the things i do end up putting out there. i dont joke when i say im obsessed they really did infect my every thought, action, being, personality, ALL OF IT. which is why it makes me sad that i could do everything i wanted for reasons both in and out of my control. and it sucks cus i love this game so much, i love THEM so much. i dont know where id be without them, they and the game makes me so happy in ways sometimes you wouldnt believe. i love that more has come out about the game and its slowly but surely broken apart, i love collecting my pieces of merchandise that i bet some people dont even know EXISTED, i love setting up my yearly displays with them, i love that i have a laptop strong enough that can run the game and i can play it again if i wanted to! even if all i ever draw is chase and natalia know that i truly do love EVERYTHING about this game. im always planing but never drawing. so many ideas in the backburner that id love to put out but i dont feel like im there yet to make it perfect. these pieces/ideas can and WILL come out tho, sadly not durring the year of my 10th but who knows what the freaking future holds.... and you know, i was rambling earlier when i was putting this together that i remembered everything about these drawings, where i was in life, what i was thinking/doing etc. etc. its this time capsule that special to me and my journey. from someone who hated all their art and would constantly delete it to someone who went digging for as much as i could so that someday in the future id have something to really look back on and see the passage of time (aw man) right in front of me. im super happy i did. so many memories of me being online and losing my damn mind, walking/talking in circles about the same thing, hoping and wishing something new would happen with them. some of my friends have seen the spiral since day ONE and i think thats funny. cus it really has been that long hasn't it.

anyway, thank you everyone! from people who followed me back when i was 1980-somethingspaceguy/my old DAs to this account, from the drawing that i made to celebrate the remaster being announced to the lead up of the 10th anniversary. from all the posts in between, and the 5th-10th anniversary posts. the redraws, the asks, the friends, the lurkers, the enjoyers. fans old and new of this game, whether you gave it a try because of me or you didn't. thanks for sticking around! heres to another 10 years! if Tt still wont do anything in the next 10 years then i'll still be here making Something.

as a little bonus, heres a piece from every* year! dont give up and keep drawing everyone!!!!!!! :'^)))))))

[bonefall]

How do you feel about "character joins bloodclan" aus? Im curious about ur thoughts since youre really in tune with the themes of the series but personally i just hate them bc its ALWAYS aimed at 'unfortunate' characters and always ALWAYS ignores the fact that bloodclan is a horrible place in-canon and that they're just reflavoring the abuse and trauma the characters qent through to be more emo or goth themed.

Ravenpaw is ALWAYS a prime target for this and its like. Great. You took the character being abused by their mentor figure and is being harmed from the violent culture the clan has generated... and giving them an EMO mentor figure who will inevitably abuse them and harm them as a result of the violent culture the emo clan has generated. Sasha is another one I've noticed- you've put the woman who lost her kit and is struggling to survive with the others while being controlled and abused by someone who sees her as an outsider (aka alone and easy to isolate), and are gonna put her in a faction who specifically separates kin from one another to easily control them and who have canonically tried murdering those who stick with their family. What was gained here.

Like i know bloodclan is revamped in ur au (thank god for it) but in canon bloodclan is HORRIBLE. People ignore that in favor of putting their favs into bloodclan bc bloodclan is cool and killed tigerstar that one time bc of revenge. Ravenpaw becomes Scourge AUS are SO SO SO much worse bc of this too- sure you manage to point out how scourge and raven has roughly similar stories in their youth but you could also do something interesting and make an au where raven and scourge are FOILS and do a firestar/scourge thing, while pointing this comparison out!! Instead you just went "Ravenpaw emo now and is sad about beating up Firestar his friend" and basically kept everything the same.

Sorry im basically venting here but i just dont like how people forget that scourge in canon does NOT look out for the 'little guy', he's a murderer and abuser who wants to keep his subjects afraid and separated so that he alone has power over them. Bloodclan is not the cool strong goth group, its the group where two cats slaughter eachother over a piece of twoleg scraps, only for the survivor to die bc the food was poisonous to cats and no one knew bc theres no cohesive group that can pass that knowledge around. its a fucking horrible place to live. Im not saying that you cant do interesting "character in bloodclan" aus (a Rusty who lives in bloodclan who STILL wants to do good but is shaped by the horrid reality of bloodclan would be fun imo) but its so often used with already traumatized characters as a 'solution' or 'fix-it with some emotional issues involved' that i just foam at the mouth and howl like a rabid animal on principle at this point.

Hmm... I think for me, it doesn't tend to read that way for me when the fandom makes AUs for it. I'm coming at BloodClan from a point of really deep critique and frustration.

BloodClan's not a REAL place, and what that means is, every speck of how horrible it was is a choice the writers made to justify its treatment. It was something they actively decided, because, BloodClan was a tool to suddenly invalidate the previous 5 books of TPB so that the series could comfortably conclude there was no need to upset the status quo.

If you haven't read it before, I recommend this post I made on how Darkest Hour Is A Personal Disappointment, but anyway;

We spend a whole series on how Fireheart challenges a broken society, because he is different. Their xenophobia, how isolationism and glory get people killed, the way that Tigerstar's greatest asset is how respected he is... these are bad things. They're things that Fireheart fights for several books.

But then, in the LAST book, in the 11th inning, they introduce BloodClan. They're just evil. They have no nuance. The narrative bends over backwards to stress that this group of evil foreigners LOVES murder, hates friendship, and doesn't believe in our good god.

Suddenly, the Clan cats have to be EXTRA xenophobic and glorious to kill these filthy, murderous foreign hordes. Clan cat belief in their good god makes them stronger than the bloodthirsty barbarians. Firestar kills Scourge and we can feel happy and triumphant about it, when Tigerstar was killed a few chapters ago and given a tragic sendoff.

So, I encourage you to step back from an emotional response to how Filthy and Murderous this group was portrayed, and look at it as a writing choice.

When Tigerstar, known cat-racist and murderer of mixed-race people, is killed by Scourge in self-defense, he is grieved by Firestar and commended for his "good qualities". (and then they retconned in that it was actually secretly revenge all along, not just self defense, so this killing is extra evil)

When Scourge is killed, Firestar just thinks about how it's cool he's not going to heaven, and how all of the previously ferocious BloodClan warriors look so inferior to the forest Clans.

And so, with all that said,

I'm 100% in favor of how the fandom widely looks at this, says, "fuck that" and just makes them the Cool Goth Group. I'd argue pretty strongly that the least nuanced idea of that is still infinitely better than canon.

There was nothing there. It was literally just Xenophobia-Is-JustifiedClan. They literally hated love and friendship and banned families so that Clan cats would look good in comparison. Banned families. You don't get this level of stupid evil from anything else but an 80s cartoon.

Maybe I just don't see the AUs you tend to see (I curate my Tumblr experience very well and generally hang out in more adult-oriented spaces, I can imagine a place like Amino being mostly kids who tend to be immature. Edgelord Angstpiddle is just a normal part of growing up), but every project I see that gives me a glimpse of BloodClan Ravenpaws and Sashas come with such tweaks already assumed.

Like, these are examples I've seen,

They'll have Raven be involved with the formation of BloodClan

Scourge will actually be a character with some pity and mercy, like how he was in Rise of Scourge when his abusive siblings begged him for food, and he fed them before sending them away.

no ban on love and friendship. Lol. Lmao, even.

More of the social structure will be based around acquiring food for people in a 'harsh' environment, leading to that battle, instead of just Evil Foreign Greed (which canon!scourge only had after being almost killed by tigerstar, because he said "actually, in light of new information that you are a murderer, i need to reconsider our deal.")

BloodClan will be overhauled completely. I've seen this a few ways. Connecting them to SkyClan, or the Oakstar raids on Chelford, or even as a positive entity; a surprise ally. (VERY common with BloodClan Ravenpaw AUs I've seen).

Anyways... (Shrug), I dunno dude, it doesn't bother me that much.

[weirdbabs]

What gift would your favorite character most like to receive and what would they give to their loved ones?

okay, ive got 3 characters im gonna be going with, 1 from bobs and 2 from paranatural bc you WILL be seeing me talk about it often

Zeke (Bob’s Burgers):

i think, in a “dream wish, this probablys never gonna to happen but i can hope for it” kinda way, he would want some really high end cooking equipment. stand mixer, cast iron skillets, butane torch, maybe a sous vide cooker? something that would let him expand his culinary prowess and what he can create

when it comes to what he gives others as gifts i think he would buy little things, like trinkets and such, that the giftee had never expressed interest in, and it all ends up being very hit or miss. either they absolutely love it or hate it , no in between. hell put a lot of thought into whatever hes looking at but sometimes something will grab his eye and hell grab it on impulse, but hes always so excited when he presents it that even if the giftee hates it they cant help but smile bc zeke saw this (absolutely horrible) thing, thought of them, and then got it all bc he thought they would like it

Max Puckett (Paranatural):

to be honest i dont know what max would want. a new scooter and a key to his friends house are obvious answers that im trying to look past. i think possibly something like backstage passes to an insolent children concert or like the ability to spend the day with shred eagle and do a bunch of stunts/tricks. something where he gets to meet and share his interests with someone he admires

i feel like max would give ppl mix tapes he put together. like, he would present it as no big deal, say that he just put a bunch of  random songs on a disc, but no 2 would be the same, there would be a flow to the songs, and it would be a mix of bands they know and bands theyd never heard of that all somehow fit to their exact music tastes

Isabel Guerra (Paranatural):

i think she would want something that is HERS. no one elses. something new, not used, not a hand me down, and something that she doesnt have to share with others. the curse of growing up in a poor household with multiple ppl and sharing your toothbrush for who knows how long with like 4 others

gift wise, i think she tries to make homemade gifts but ends up making them 1. way more complicated than needs to be 2. way above her skill level and 3. takes on way more projects than she can handle. i think she would see that someone likes sweaters and go okay 👍 then try to teach herself to knit, plan a cable knit sweater, and then if its not perfect itll be a big blow to her self esteem. i think someone would say that theyre cold and she would go okay 👍 ive got 2 weeks, i think im going to make them a quilt then pick the most complicated pattern. someone says they like a piece of furniture left on the side of the street to be thrown out and she goes okay 👍 then grabs it in the middle of the night, strips and sands it down then restores it for them. she spends like a month and a half leading up to the holidays operating on 3-4 hours of sleep and if asked why shes doing this to herself shed say that shes saving money by doing the work herself (even tho with cost of materials shes really, really not). i think she just likes a challenge and feels the need to prove herself

[heavenssins]

Get to know Your Moots!

thank you for tagging me @arcane-vagabond

what’s the origin of your blog title?

idk honestly, religious trauma? maybe? idk i like idea of something “heavenly” being “sinful”

OTP(s) + ship names

TimePetals (10th doctor & rose!) CaitVi, Lottienat, taivan, destiel, ronance (robin and nancy!) Peter Parker & Mary Jane, Sam Wilson & Bucky barnes, & probably so many more!

favorite color

Forest Green, Blood Red, & Espresso Brown

favorite game

Alice: Madness Returns, Lollipop Chainsaw, & Resident Evil 3! (also stardew valley and marvel rivals)

song stuck in your head

Sports Car by Tate McRae

weirdest habit/trait

Uh i lift a leg by my head when im sitting or laying down by myself

hobbies

cosplay, writing, photography, walking in nature, baking, and im trying to get into hiking this year!!

if you work, what’s your profession?

Social media, research, & script writing for a podcast!!

if you could have ANY job, what would it be?

Film Journalist/critic or a meteorologist!!

something you’re good at

listening! i’ve gotten a lot better about creating boundaries and leaving when something becomes unenjoyable.

something you’re bad at

confrontation!!! i get so worried one wrong thing will lead to me losing everyone!

something you love

weather!!! nature!!! art!! music!! film!! animals!! i love my friends! i love a warm day with a breeze. i love trees so much. New Orleans!! Comic Cons! just got a lot of love in my heart lmao

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff

Tornadoes! the mcu and how they wasted sharon carter (sharon i miss u come back) horror movies, the formula behind horror (slasher) movies, and how horror is a political genre! how purity culture is harmful & religion in the south is used as a leash almost.

something you hate

cis white men claiming “they’re literally peter parker” while being pieces of shit! bigots!! when people smack!!

germs!! i hate germs!! i hate when people dont communicate!!

something you collect

i used to collect funkos but i just got rid of a majority of them! buttons and pins!

something you forgot

a lot, my memory is shitttt!!

love language?

quality time and words of affirmation!

favorite movie/show

movies: Poor Things, Bottoms, The Substance, The Virgin Suicides, Nope, Captain America: The winter soldier, challengers, Spider-man: Into the Spider-Verse, Kives Out, Fantastic Planet, Rent, Now You See Me, spirited away, coraline, twilight, and so many more (follow me on letterboxd if u want @/oliveoyl86)

tv shows: Law & Order: SVU, Veronica Mars, Yellowjackets, The Falcon & the Winter Soldier, X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Bear, Normal People, & again so many more!

favorite food

Philly Cheesesteak, Beignets, Petit Fours, chicken tenders, cajun alfredo, potstickers, buldak ramen, and so much more

favorite animal

pigs, bunnies, cows, snakes, and really just most animals!!

what were you like as a child?

“ a Chihuahua on crack”- my fourth grade teacher! i was quiet mostly, just a lot of energy (undiagnosed adhd!!) and i was reallyyyyy into glee and doctor who. like really into them so people thought i was “weird” i was also a bit moody!

favorite school subject

english, science, & music/choir! (in high school it was definitely dance and costuming!)

least favorite subject

math!! which ended up being one of my best subjects!

what’s your best character trait?

i’m kind and understanding.

what’s your worst character trait?

kind and understanding to the point of overexerting myself or letting myself get walked all over!

if you could change any detail of your job right now, what would it be?

a more consistent schedule, and more work honestly!

if you could travel through time, who would you most like to meet?

emily dickinson? sappho? yeahhhh!

recommend one of your favorite fanfics!

sacred new beginnings by @sorchathered

sugar & spice by @floydsmuse

Like I Can universe by @sometimesanalice

Sugar and Beer Boy universe by @roosterforme

Stats!Bob by @attapullman

Fool’s Fare by @arcane-vagabond

Go look through my #fic recs!

tagging: @waytogosmudge @withahappyrefrain @sorchathered @bobfloydssunnies @fairyheart @floydsmuse & whoever else wants to!!

[pinyeti]

Episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back

IS HE JUST????is DARTHY JUST Organs???

OHMYGOD THE TRANSITIONS ARE ADORABLE SUPER SERIOUS EMPIRE MEETING WITH A RADIAL TRANSITION

Luke is such a little golden retriever

he's adorable

WHAT THE FUCK

DARTH VADER DOESN'T HAVE AN EXOSKELETON

this love triangle is pissing me off

Lukes just a baby

yoda looks like gollum -_-

STAR WARS X CHALLENGERS

Lando is soooo sus, caterpillar face

OHMYGOD where was yoda when they were killing the jedis

oogway yoda

Karate kid yoda

Is this like a mirror of the erised show you your desire thing? WHAT FUTURE????

Ohmygod iS THIS FORESHADOWING WHEN HE BEATS DARTHVADER HE KNOWS ITS HIS DAD? CUZ SAME FACE or does it meet he’s going to go to the dark side or does it mean hes going to get urges to go to the dark side cuz he is his dad’s son but he’ll fight those urges and win

poor captain needa I love him

LANDO LIAR

Enemies to loves hansolo Princess Leia poor LUKE I KNEW I HATED THIS TRIANGLE

What does the empire want with luke anyway he was useless untill now they dont know hes in jedi training

Landos kinda cute 

1:43:23 oNE PIECE MENTIONED

Man this just makes me think Darth Vader would be a horrible driving dad

Im really loving Leia

NO WAY??? I AM YOUR FATHER IS REVEALD SO EARLY???? WHAT????

WHY WOULD HE JOIN YOU DARHTY YOU JUST TOOK HIS HAND AWAY???? 

darthvader: Im your father Luke

Luke: WATCH THIS *1000M FREEFALL*

Wowww now hansolo is captured and Luke gets Leia time

Why is Darth vader going so easy on them

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE FORCE??????????? EVERYTIME I TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT IT UPGRADES AND ADDS ANOTHER 5 FEATURES

COOL LUKE HAS A ROBO HAND

(2/9)

[astraydestiny]

“an eternity without me”

Hey! Kinda new at this. First time posting on this account, kinda excited to be honest. Needa get back into the writing grind, and if Im going to be procrastinating on my school work, might as well be doing it for something productive. Many things will happen here! Ill ask for opinions, advice feedback, and you guys and send in requests for like- fandoms. I dont know which ones, let me get back to you later. “You guys” Meaning like… The few passerbys who see this. Still! Trying to get better, aren’t we all.

Anyways! I’m Cool Guy! You can call me Kana, Kani, Cool Guy, or really anything that you know I’ll respond to? You can even call me Grim (my pfp) and I’ll respond. Same with pronouns, she, him, they, doesn’t matter to me.

I am a MINOR.

As stated above, I am under the age of 18, and I will not be elaborating further than that! (Dont worry, I’m over 14). However! That means NO SMUT. “I CANT BELIEVE IT IM BLOCKING YOU!” Go ahead. No smut and thats final!

Mmm… What else? Fanfiction!!!

Ill write fanfiction. And if I said that I didn’t know what fandoms I would be writing for, well here they are!

Fandoms (Not a master list, didn’t write anything yet!!!):

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

One Piece

Demon Slayer

LoZ BotW

LoZ TotK

Frieren: Beyond Journeys End (butchered that, I know)

Vinland Saga

Jujutsu Kaisen (Sorry, hated the ending.)

Gosh, and some other ones guys! Sorry, mind is confuzzled as of late. Trying to do a 30 day writing challenged to finish 30k at the end of the month… 3 day hiatus! Luckily im above 15k right now, so I need to lock in.

IM WRITING A BOOK!

Kinda self explanatory… The first one! Its gonna take long, and editing is gonna take a while, and I need to finish the first draft!!! Hopefully yall can help motivate me!!!

Anyways, Damn did I forget stuff? Maybe, yall can just comment for questions and stuff, if its important, then like- Ill make another post and stuff. But yeah! NICE TO MEET YALL!

-Kani

[gooeykit]

What's your favorite thing about drawing? What part do you like most about it? Sketching, lining, coloring? Clothes? Backgrounds? Expressions? Like if there was one part you could just do forever, what would it be? Would it be multiple parts? What's your least favorite part? Do you avoid the parts you don't like doing, or do you work on those too?

i will just ramble my answer

transient as fuck answer short and simple is i enjoy all of it as much as i hate it at the same time.

i spend a lot of time thinking about body gestures and interaction more than anything so a lot of the reward of my art since maybe late highschool has been a so called breath of life that i work towards fulfilling more and more not out of any ambition but just because i derive joy from flow of motion and pragmatic interaction. my last comic i was really proud of artistically but felt like the dialog was too 'these are just characters' with no fleshed out multidimensionality, what was spoken in it made me feel like i did nothing because it was just some sentences you would hear on a show. that really killed my enjoyment of that piece. alternatively a comic i did like a lot was this one, theres a lot of motion, interaction, body language. things are alluded to instead of being directly called upon. so i guess yeah i really really like expressions. these ones were fun.

backgrounds are something im newer to and i enjoy getting to know them though they serve a challenge 2 me but thats fine

lately ive been playing with airbrush tool

if u let me i will just draw faces for a while . sometimes clothes are fun, i like to play with shape so those are a good opportunity. i used to not like rendering but i just didnt know how i prefered 2 do it until recently and now its more fulfilling like with here x x i like rendering things when theres gon b chance for like a shiny finish which is why some of my more recent rendering looks like clip art [intentional] x x for that same reason, robots are fun because i enjoy doing metalic sheen x x using ummmm screen tone for highlights is also something i like to do a lot

i like def do avoid the shit i dont like doing but what i dont like is in constant shift and eventually i willjust do it anyways and learn how to do it my way. my lineart is completely manual for one. i use a 1.5 sized brush with no pressure sensitivity for digital and a 005 micron for traditional and thin just make the lines as thick as i want them to be cuz i dont like relying on brush dithering basically.

[dailyfigures]

(not the same anon) i only saw the anime (not the full thing cause i hated it), ill try to keep the points neutral/factual & not let my opinion/bias shine through too much. heres some of the stuff that happens (spoilers obviously): 1. main character, adult man, works as a doctor. one of his patients is 16 year old idol Ai. she is pregnant. mc is obsessed with her throughout the show. when asked by a colleague if he'd hook up with her if given a chance he says yes. 2. a patient of his (i dont know her age, early/mid teens) is in love with him. she dies. 3. the doctor mc is killed. he is 'reincarnated' as Ai's child, while keeping his past memories, along with the teen girl patient i mentioned in (2.), now named ruby. mc is now named aqua. they are twins now. they don't know each others former identities 4. Ai is killed, which further fuels aquas obsession with her (it seems to be romantic since i believe he mentions being in love with her, her being his 'ideal woman' etc) 5. several teenage girls are also in love with him (while his 'reincarnation' is their age, he has the full scope of his past memories, making him at least 30yo in lived experience), while he doesn't seem to reciprocate their feelings (up to the point i watched the show at least), it's not treated as something he's against due to them being teenagers, moreso that he's too preoccupied with searching for Ai's killer. that's about it, im sure theres more in the manga & bits i havent seen, i personally really dislike the show but i'd understand if you were to keep up the figurines as despite those themes no actual incest happens to my knowledge (correct me if wrong or forgot stuff!), some of the designs are pretty i guess

thank you for taking the time to explain it to me anon! i'm sure there's good parts to it since it's so popular but yeah it doesn't sound like it'd be for me personally either.

i do find it hard to judge media like this without having seen it. i'm a big horror fan so i watch a lot of media that features things you should very much Not do irl but that doesn't mean all horror is inherently problematic. sometimes media is just an exploration of something fucked up without explicitly stating "this is Bad!!! Do Not Do!!!!" because they trust the consumer to realise that on their own.

having said that, oshi no ko doesn't sound like a psychological piece that explores the morals of incest and adult-minor relationships to me (from what i understand without having seen/read it! do please correct me if i'm wrong!). it sounds like it's just kinda very weird without challenging those themes much.

again, it's hard to judge that without having consumed it. i think i'll just leave up the oshi no ko posts i have and not add any more. i might have some in the queue so i'll remove those if i remember to. hope everyone is somewhat okay with that decision!

[obsob]

Hello! I just wanted to compliment your art style becuase it's so wonderful and comfy looking. I also wanted to ask, do you have any advice for other more beginniner artists?

If not, totally OK. Keep doing what you're doing!

:3

hello! tysm!!

idk what specific advice would be helpful for you, so heres some general stuff!

for my colour palettes i generally just generate palettes from paintings/art i like in procreate! idk if there are websites that can do this for u if u dont use procreate i imagine so? i dont often 100% stick to one palette for a piece, but sometimes i like to challenge myself to! its a good way of making you use colours u dont usually do. i find having a good range of palettes to choose from helps me decide what kind of vibe i want for a piece! something i always do when colouring is do a warm yellow underpaint under everything - this is partially so i can do 'alpha locks' for ease but also it gives everything a nice consistent undertone which helps! if im not sure on a palette when im doing the line art i will purposely not shade in sections to give me more wiggle room with the colour choices.

for drawing people i feel as though i should recommend doing figure drawing but i. do not do that so DJBSDKDB i hate figure drawing so much. when i draw people i just tend to take photos of myself in the pose i want and then if needs be look at some reference images of people w the body type i am drawing and then merge the two in my sketch. i like to look at shapes the body makes and exaggerate them - making things more round or more pointy. for both bodies and faces i dont think too hard about life like proportions - i just hve fun with it! whatever suits the character!

for general inspiration i use pinterest a lot - here are some sc's of some of my main insp board! and a link to my account if u are. curious i guess

[kohakhearts]

Ask game- Goh or Gary, 8 and 20? 👀👀👀

thanks!!!! i say…why not both :D and sorry for the resultingly long response lmao

8: what’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

you chose violence with this one fjskfjskd ok side note: i actually dont care about how people want to talk about their faves, like even a little bit. and honestly i support all interpretations even when im like ew why because its fiction who cares have fun etc.

that being said…………..i cannot stand woobification and goh is a huge victim of it in this fandom. like on one side you have the people being like “he RUINED anipoke!!!” so i get where the “he did nothing wrong uwu” thing came from. i do. but he was SUCH a little bitch in early jn and honestly he had his moments later on too! like yeah jokes about jn135 being like a break-up scene are funny because it’s true but also wasnt that SUCH A BITCHY THING TO SAY????? like he wasnt having a cute little insecurity moment he was being a maladaptive JERK. and yes i agree hes insecure but like his insecurity makes him so mean sometimes. and i love that!!! let him lash out and be hurtful and then need to have some sense slapped into him when it causes problems lmao

for gary, idk i guess it’d be like…erasing the fact that he was actually REALLY mean to ash for the sake of the childhood friends narrative lol. like he was a straight-up bully and as someone who was very much bullied by a childhood best friend i find it a shame to erase that part of their dynamic because i think it’s a really important aspect of it imo. like it seems juvenile from an adult perspective ofc but being called a loser and being constantly reminded of your fuck ups by someone who you were best friends with sucks! a lot! and idk that just adds a fun flavour to their dynamic for me because regardless of gary’s reason it still affected ash and i actually really like fics where the author explores the ways it affected him without making gary out to be someone who doesn’t actually care for him. idk if i’m explaining this well i just think that gary being a schoolyard bully and ash’s childhood best friend can coexist djskfjsk

20: which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

for goh i’m gonna say iris. i think they’re both very single-minded and tend to lash out at (or ice out) people who they view as being in their way and/or who challenge their views of the world. and that being said…i think they would challenge each other a lot LOL. i liked iris’s jn debut and i liked the dynamic they established between them, i just think they could get under each other’s skin in a way that would be very productive to them both. friends who hate each other sometimes for pointing out a flaw in the other’s thinking but are ride or die nonetheless

for gary definitely chloe, i would’ve loved to see them interact and i still hate that they didn’t let her meet his umbreon, especially when its evolution is imo really symbolic of his development from someone who sees other trainers as like, people to prove his worth over to someone who sees battles as opportunities for growth alongside his pokemon and a way to establish and maintain relationships even when paths diverge, like with ash. like he was right there!!! the perfect person for her to talk about the uncertainty of the future with!!! also i just think they could have a fun dynamic, especially if they knew each other as children through professors oak and cerise. i think they’d share a kind of understanding that other characters like ash and goh, who are SO ambition-driven and single-minded, wouldn’t be able to get. i wrote a whole fic about this already so i’ve said my piece jdskjdk but just…the potential. what were the writers THINKING :sob:

character ask game

[komohine]

What do you think of James being trans? (Obviously a headcanon haha) I might just be projecting I'm definitely projecting, but I think it makes sense.

I hc him has having an inferiority complex when he was younger, which is something me and a lot of fellow transmascs can relate to! The feel of having to aggressively outdo your AMAB peers because you're constantly being fed the idea they're somehow inherently better.

I also think it would be very silly if he hated Keith as a kid for this reason, reasoning he's a "real boy", only to learn Keith is trans too. T4T jaith or smthn idk lol

Also James is gender.

(also I really adore your art! Thank you for taking the time to read my silly headcanon)

I think hell yea 🫡 Even though it’s not my personal headcanon (in my personal headcanon their cis and transness is ambiguous). Withij my headcanons, both canon compliant and college au, there is never really a situation that arises where the distinction of their cis/transness becomes necessary or significant so i really just never mention it and leave it up to the interpretation of the reader

Its probably bcs my prior fandom space has traumatized me so if im gonna be honest i dont really think about characters genders beyond what they express themselves as 😭 you are boy? Ok! Sorry transfetishization haunts me hetalia and genshin were horrific spaces to be in… i have nightmares about people making one character from an mlm ship trans just for “realistic mpreg”. Oh my god mpreg keith is genuinely so disturbing i get distraught when i think about it. Also this may just be a precaution because of the voltron fandom? Because I came into this fandom like a month ago with the prior knowledge that this place is a literal minefield of fetishizers and weird people. Like do you get it… if i, for example, mention explicitly that my keith is trans theres gonna be people fetishizing that. If i mention he’s cis there’s gonna be people fetishizing that. So my defence is to just not mention it! Schrodinger’s gender!! 30 year old women stop writing crazy p0rn of highschoolers challenge.

Its the same with freaky headcanons like i will occasionally try to think of some for writing and metaphor purposes but i will get flashbacks to when a 13 year old asked me “whos the top and whos the bottom” about my ocs on discord and then my train of thought just stops there. Its like a kill switch. “Freaky jaith? Uhh well-” “whos the top and whos the bottom” “ok nvm 😇” like i personally love artsy and tastefully done innuendo art pieces but i do not trust the fandom to have a great enough level of critical thinking to see past the freaky to see the angsty metaphors i pack my art with.

But i think T4T jaith is fire james can now have internalized homophobia AND internalized misogyny or something!! Yay!! Adding more shit onto his need for perfection and to be a “real man” or something whereas keith dont gaf! And keith can teach james to not gaf!!! Yay!!!