#truly been art block girl

[tubesock86]

here are a bunch of sketches I never finished 🫡

[snoopyiz]

‘ to all the girls I’ve loved before ’ feat. LARA RAJ & SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

─── ﹙📬﹚ In which yn writes about all the girls she’s loved, except she’s never ended up with any of them.

PAIRING(s): lara raj x ex!situationship!reader, sophia laforteza x ex!friend!reader

WARNING(s): slight angst, leading on, ghosting, and mentions of megan skiendiel x onesided!reader

A/N: wrote ts so I didn’t self sabotage 🙏🏽 I live to see another day

Yn has always considered herself a hopeless romantic, always throwing her heart in places that cannot be fathomed, with people who are less than deserving.

Whenever she had an intense crush she wrote it down, placing it deep within her closet�� thankfully she’s only ever had to write about it twice.

The first one was for a girl who wasn’t even less than deserving, she was below that. Sophia Laforteza. The golden girl, one your feelings truly rooted deep for. It was always flirting with her, the pet names she used would always pull you in.

“yn my love,” Sophia said as she cradled your head to her chest. Sophia was affectionate through touch, that was how she expressed her love, so you thought.

As time went on and your feelings grew, things got more awkward between you two. One day she started talking about this guy— it made your heart drop the moment you heard it, yet you played it off.

“and I'm absolutely sure we’re gonna kiss when we meet up!” She beamed, even if the air was tense; she wasn’t. As time went on she got more distant, until you stopped talking. You hated it.

As you wrote about her, you’d think about texting her. Maybe she would respond? Or she wouldn’t. You convinced yourself you hated her, yet did you?

When you told Sophia about your feelings, the awkwardness only got worse. Your friendship was renowned to ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ texts. In the end, Sophia said she knew all along.

Ever since that day, you’ve let your friendship wither away, not willing enough to continue something that was hurting you.

The second letter was to someone who wasn’t half as bad, yet it hurt just as much. Lara Rajagoplan. Lara wasn’t as flirtatious as Sophia, yet she had her moments at times.

The only barrier between you and Lara was the fact you met her at some overnight art high school camp, yet you texted almost everyday.

She was never good at responding though, ghosting you for days on end. Until one day you decided enough was enough, you sent her a long paragraph about how if she didn’t care about whatever you two were, then it wouldn’t work.

Her response came two weeks later. Two weeks. To sum it up, Lara admitted to ignoring you. In her words, she wanted you two to work, yet refused to acknowledge the fact that ghosting you was wrong, so you ended up blocking her.

Whenever you thought of Lara, the lingering question of what you could’ve been always lingered.

You try not to dwell on the thought of the two, yet somehow they always come back— even when you’ve moved on. Your new crush, someone you’re infatuated with. Yet she has a boyfriend. Megan Skiendiel.

[bl00dyfaiiry]

"Beneath the London skies" | tok rev.

pairings: Rindou H. Ran. x Reader

warnings: none, yet..

You sit by the plane window, the cold glass pressed against your cheek as you gaze out at the sprawling urban landscape of London, feeling the weight of your decision.

The engines' roar dulls to a low hum as the aircraft descends, and the city's lights twinkle like distant stars.

You've left your home country behind, the familiar comfort of your grandparents' warm embrace now a fading memory.

A mix of excitement and trepidation coils in your stomach as you clutch the small art portfolio to your chest, filled with your dreams of becoming a renowned artist.

The aircraft shudders as it kisses the tarmac, and you're jolted back to reality.

You're here to start a new life, a chance to escape the shackles of your past. As the plane taxis to the gate, you watch the bustle of the airport, people rushing to greet their loved ones, luggage carts whizzing by, and the occasional flight attendant with a forced smile.

The air is thick with anticipation and exhaustion, a scent that seems to cling to every traveler.

The intercom crackles to life, announcing your arrival in a crisp British accent, and you feel a flutter of nervousness in your chest.

Welcome to London, your new home.

As the plane doors open, the cool, damp air of London greets you, a stark contrast to the stale recycled air you've been breathing for hours.

You take a deep breath, the scent of rain and diesel fumes mingling with the faint hint of fish and chips wafting from somewhere outside the terminal.

The cacophony of unfamiliar voices and the clack of suitcases fills your ears as you make your way through the airport, the thrill of your new adventure slowly giving way to a pang of homesickness.

You miss the comforting warmth of your grandparents' house, the smell of your grandmother's cooking, and the gentle hum of your grandfather's snore as he dozed off watching old movies with you.

Your heart aches for the simplicity of those moments, for the safety net they provided. Yet, you know you had to leave, to follow the path they always hoped you would, to pursue your dreams and escape the shadow that had been cast over your family's name.

The art scholarship to the prestigious Westbridge University was your ticket to freedom, and now, as you navigate the crowded airport, the reality of your new life begins to set in.

With the luggage claim in sight, you quicken your pace, eager to begin the next chapter of your life. The floor underfoot is slick from the rain outside, and before you know it, your heel catches on an unseen stone, sending you hurtling to the ground.

The portfolio flies from your grasp, the contents scattering like a flock of startled birds. You land with a thud, pain shooting through your knees and palms as they absorb the impact. The bustling crowd seems to part around you, as if afraid to touch the girl who'd just fallen from the sky.

A shadow falls over you, blocking the harsh artificial light. You look up, blinking back tears of pain and embarrassment, and find yourself staring into the warmest pair of eyes you've ever seen.

They belong to a young man, tall and lean, with a gentle smile that seems to apologize for the world's cruelty. He's dressed casually, but there's an air of authority about him that you can't quite place.

He reaches out a hand to help you up, and as you grasp it, a jolt of something electric passes between you.

He has purple hair, a unique blend of deep plum with a hint of blue that falls in medium-length waves around his face.

The first thing that truly captures your attention, however, are his eyes—a soft, ethereal lavender that seems to hold a universe of secrets. They're the kind of eyes you could get lost in, and for a moment, you do.

They bore into yours with a gentle intensity that feels both comforting and disarming. He's the first person you've met in London, and yet, somehow, he seems familiar—like a character you've painted a hundred times in your art, but never quite managed to get right.

Shaking off the haze, you realize that your art supplies are scattered across the floor.

Your heart sinks as you see the crumpled pages and broken pencils, a visual representation of your shattered dignity.

You hastily begin to gather your things, feeling the sting of your scraped palms and the ache in your knees with each movement.

The young man with the purple hair kneels beside you, his long fingers deftly picking up your sketches and placing them back into the portfolio with surprising care.

His touch is feather-light, almost reverent, as if he understands the depth of emotion that goes into each stroke.

As you both stand, your eyes lock again, and you feel a strange pull towards him, a magnetic force that you can't explain.

His smile widens slightly, revealing a hint of mischief that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm Rindou" he says, his voice a smooth blend of kindness and strength. "Welcome to London. I hope your stay here isn't as rough as your arrival." He holds out the portfolio, his eyes never leaving yours. You take it with trembling hands, feeling the weight of his gaze.

"Thank you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

You notice the crumpled paper in your hand—your scholarship to Westbridge University.

The name of the institution is bold and proud, a symbol of the hope you've clung to for so long. As Rindou takes it from you to smooth it out, he pauses for a brief second, his eyes widening just a fraction.

"Ah, Westbridge," he says casually, but there's a tone in his voice that suggests he's anything but indifferent. "good luck on that," he adds chuckling, handing it back to you with a knowing smile.

like he's familiar of it, couldn't it be-

Before you can ask him about his connection to the university, he checks his wristwatch, the silver band glinting under the fluorescent lights.

"I'm afraid I'll be late if I don't hurry," he says with a hint of apology, his eyes still lingering on your artwork.

You want to ask for his number... to thank him properly and perhaps even show him your art in a more intimate setting, but the words get stuck in your throat.

The moment stretches out, thick with unspoken questions and the throb of the pulsing airport around you.

With a final smile, Rindou turns and strides away, leaving you standing there, feeling both relieved and disappointed.

You can't help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it all—blushing over someone you've just met, in the middle of a crowded airport, no less.

But something about his gentle touch and knowing gaze had stirred something deep within you, a feeling you haven't felt in a long time.

You shake your head, chiding yourself for being so easily distracted. You have a scholarship to claim and a new life to start.

Collecting your composure, you head towards the baggage claim, the throb of the airport's heartbeat pulsating around you.

The conveyor belt groans into life, and suitcases of all shapes and sizes begin their lazy dance. You spot your own luggage, a small, battered piece of your past making its way towards you, and you grab it with a sense of determination.

The weight feels heavier now, not just because of the flight's toll but because of the promise it holds—a future filled with potential and the chance to redefine your destiny.

second chapter:|full ver:

[strangerthingsfanworkrecs]

Artist Highlight: Jo-Harrington

This week, we're highlighting @jo-harrington! All recs this week will be for her work. @jo-harrington writes for the Stranger Things Fandom, with a special focus on xOC, and xReader fics. She's also a great beta-editor and design all the graphics for her fics! We're highlighting Jo for her incredible world building and strong OCs.

You should check out her Store Manager Verse fics for some great fluff and top-tier retail angst Jo answered some questions about her creative process and her work under the cut

Why Stranger Things?

I’ve been an avid ST Fan since the beginning. My old Store Manager and I watched the first episode in the backroom of our store while folding t-shirts and rest was history. Fic-wise, a certain Metalhead Dungeon Master brought me out of a fanfiction posting hiatus and I haven’t looked back since.

What's your favorite ship (platonic or romantic) to create for?

Platonic is always going to be the Hellfire Club boys. I love writing their adventures. Their friendship is epic and deserves to be explored and celebrated. Romantic…EddiexOC or EddiexReader. I mean, I’ve been an xOC girl since my first fandom. xReader is new for me but it’s almost an extension of xOC. I always joke that I’m allowed ONE epic borbo obsession love of my life per decade and I’ll give them one canon pairing but the rest are OCs.

What's your typical writing process like?

I have an idea, I write it down, I get sick of working on a chapter, I don’t edit, I post. (Which is funny because when I beta, I am a lot more detailed. But for my own work I just need it out of my head.) It might not be the best. It could probably read better or have less typos or mistakes. But it’s always from the heart.

How do you come up with your OCs?

I sit there for a long time and figure out how I can put a part of myself into a story. Oops was I not supposed to say that? Sometimes you think of a character that you just can’t help but want to write. But even if they aren’t a manifestation of your physical self or your personality, they almost always end up being an extension of you in some ways, or something you aspire to be. You also need to add some attributes you hate into them, so that they’re not too perfect and you can throttle them around and make them suffer and not feel too bad/let it become a self hatred thing.

What has been your favorite project so far? Why?

Store Manager Verse. (EMxReader) Retail is who I am and who I’ve always been. I had a mall romance irl that went south. So it was a way to rewrite my past with my comfort character…and also give said comfort character a happy ending as well.

What has been your hardest project so far? Why?

As Above, So Below. (EMxOC) It is a passion project, it is a beast, every chapter takes an emotional toll on me and it takes a month—if not more—to recover. But it has been the single most fulfilling project that I’ve worked on in the 20 years I’ve been writing fanfiction. I've been working on it for about 2 years now. 3 more chapters til the end…I’m gonna be very sad when it’s over.

Have you ever had a creative block? How did you get over it?

My brain is just a beehive that I shake every now and again to get the bees angry. Honestly, the bigger block I get into is self-doubt. I have no problem finding the words, it’s the courage to put them to paper I struggle with at times.

Is there a big source of inspiration for you? Books? Art? Games?

Yes all of the above. But in all seriousness, life experience is the best inspiration. There’s only so much research you can do. Truly for me, the canon characters are the source of inspiration. Then I take from things I’ve done, things I’ve read, places I’ve been in order to take an idea to a fully formed plot.

Is there an upcoming project you're particularly excited about?

Eddie Munson Big Bang. I know you’re gonna hear that a lot. I love creating really ambitious AUs and I think this one is really testing my abilities as a writer. It's a crossover fic, in a way, but with a lot of original plot folded in. I hope I do both fandoms/universes justice.

Is there anything we didn't ask that you'd like to add?

I’m from the Midwest, so thank you for listening to all of my long-winded answers. Haha.

[dflogerzi]

It has taken me an entire night and the next morning to gather my thoughts. I think most of the world is doing just that as well. And who we are will be shown in how we now walk forward as people and as individuals.

I was a very little girl just in school when JFK was shot. I remember the day clearly even though I was very young. They dismissed us and sent us home, which looking back would never have happened in these times. I was far too little to be walking home the three or four blocks in the middle of the day, with no parent waiting.

I also remember when Reagan was shot. Clearly. Many people have not connected the family that was involved... and whom they were close friends with. I do not speak of it much any longer, I have learned that it does not serve anyone to do so. For in these days people firmly believe what they do, no reason to banter on. But I am going to say this... The very same people who saw out Kennedy almost did the same with Ronald Reagan. And I do not care a bit who believes me or not.

I had in the past few years bowed out of my own searches, journeying, and going down rabbit holes in an attempt to find quiet spaces for my days. I suppose I had decided to succumb to what I see as the inevitable. I saw no way out. I grew up around diversity, I played with children of all colors growing up, and I served in a military that even in the 1980's had every type of person in every single shade you could imagine. I was ahead of my time I suppose. So seeing all sides of the coin was always easy for me. And I have always straddled the middle ground.

What each of us should be asking ourselves today is this... What are my goals? My personal goals for myself, my children, and my grandchildren? How do I want to see my neighborhood? My library? My places to walk, explore, use as recreation, and take pause in? The preservation of art, history, and relics from the past? What is of the most importance?

Anyone who is not seeing where the world is being led to is not truly observing without the severe propaganda that has been purposely thrust upon the masses. It was legalized more than a decade ago in the United States, and it has been a major success in it's efforts. Mankind is losing, and in my opinion, on purpose. And we are even being openly told so. It is not being hidden. I think it is part of the NWO belief system actually... that we are told outright and we accept it. Or never listen. Like the sheep we are often likened to be.

So another attempt was made to end a life yesterday due to politics. And instead of a country who goes to the polls, in real and valid elections where EVERYONE casts one vote, legally and lawfully, a different future was instead being thrust upon a nation as an attempt. I would have far less worry about entering into a socialist and global state if I felt it was a REAL and lawful vote from every citizen of the country I belong to. I do not believe our elections are safe. And I believe they have not been universally in a long, long while.

We are not just looking at the character of our leaders... but we are looking at the character of each one of us. I am so grateful today that I am on the other side of my life span. And I am so sorry for our grandchildren who may never know some of the beauty of this world. It has been heart breaking to watch the decline of our civilizations.

So much evil. And I will submit from the cheap seats, up in the peanut gallery, that the very same people attempted to take a life yesterday as they have before. Some still alive as accomplices...

This is not about political parties. Anyone who believes that is sleeping far better than I am. This is about humanity. And integrity. And love for our world.

Okay. I suppose I will post this. And then onward with the day. Which is all each of us actually have. Seize it. As I am going to. Love to my friends here.

[charmedreincarnation]

I manifested my dream life 🥳🎊🎉

Long post incoming ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Hi everyone. my name is Asanatu (call me sana or asa) and I just want to share my success story. Anyways, A+p, Intention, plus the void state was the method I always resonated with with. I also joined and was apart of tumblr pretty actively during the time when these were “the methods.”

I was making so much headway! I manifested money, better looks, better grades and mental health and I even mini shifted. Things were looking bright and I knew my shitty circumstances would be a memory of the past and everything would be easier. Then the switch to states, Neville Goddard,and Edward Arts happened and I was so lost. Then creators who even used the void or a+p were suddenly bullying and attacking people

for thinking thoughts create reality instead of states. They were attacking people for using the void and putting it on the pedestal even though they used it to achieve their dream life 🤡🤡 sucess stories dropped drastically, tensions were tight, and entitlement and shoving states down our throats was happening at an all time high. Honestly I gave up with the law and shifting bc I started to believe a+p truly didn’t work bc everyone was preaching that perspective out of no where even though we all started with that and people used it !!!!! Now the same is happening to non dualism…so it will be even more over complication and entitlement for the competition to be the most all knowing and debunker of the law. It will be less success stories, more tension, and paragraphs upon paragraphs on their beliefs but no success to show for it so I am most definitely leaving tumblr and for anyone who wants recourses maybe read and stick to the og creators from December for. Few posts and then dip

Expeditiously, pleaseee !!!!!

I also need to take accountability for

Myself. I’m sending this on anon mode because I have been so rude to so many bloggers and projected my newfound doubt to random, kind, helpful bloggers and I have to apologize. Most of them won’t see this because I’m blocked, but none of you guys deserved it. I would tag them but it was most Loa creators which is so embarrassing to admit, but again I apologize.

After having some self awareness I decided to stop being a loser and take accountability for my own life. I said fuck it and went back to a+p and the void state. I just affirmed robotically and used some subliminals for the void state from popular successful void blogs. After two weeks I got into the void state and manifested my dream life. After complaining and procrastinating for 6 months. As much as tumblr is toxic and the dumb entitled energy is radiating extra bright you all have to grow up and stick to what works for you. You have free will and godly powers no matter how many big headed bloggers try to intimidate you.

A summary of my manifestations from the void are: millionaire parents, 4.3 cumulative gpa, being apart of my schools honors society, dream graduation (it was yesterday) 10/10 looks, acceptance to Harvard, dream body and natural fast metabolism, being a master shifter, list of hobbies and talents, dream personality, huge mansion, cute kind rich bf, and being a desired it girl

I want to say so much more but Moral of the story is stick to what has worked you, take accountability for your journey, and ignore what doesn’t resonate with you.

I think a lot of people will relate to this. No matter what you believe in, whether that be states, non dualism, the void, a+p,etc just persist on your faith. Congrats anon and good on you for taking accountability for your own journey. I also can only speak for myself but I forgive you :)

Edit: a+p is affirm and persist

[ruruvxz]

Keeping it quiet 'til I hit back — California

The Woman Who Left Too Soon; Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.

PROFILES∿ nightmare blunt rotation > KATSEYE

#masterlist, #payroll advocates

LARA RAJ ❀ lararajj & larahatesbabies

“Said I had the prettiest eyes, you’ve ever seen.” Lara has always known who she was since birth, a beautiful singer, and an even more beautiful person, despite her intimidating exterior, she’s such a kind soul. She’s the sweetest person to everyone, although has trouble being in relationships due to her previous rocky one with another musician. Y/n L/n left her high and dry without a word, though, she avoids talking about it completely and tries her best not to contact her due to her issues. Although one thing can be noted, she has never told anyone the name or who her evil ex actually was, just the terrible stories that came with it.

MERET MANON ❀ meretmanon & bluntmanz

“She’s a catch, but so am I.” The only girl who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, constantly getting in trouble for slipping updates and upcoming projects the girls are doing. Manon is very genuine though, she hates liars, absolutely adores her members, and will always defend them. Despite that she doesnt know about Y/n, and only knows of an evil girl Lara used to date. She thinks y/n would be perfect for a blunt rotation though. She met Lara during Dream Academy and connected through the fact that both girls had been chosen and hadn’t auditioned like the rest. The both of them are so close, in fact, they even go to family parties together with Megan and Lara’s sister.

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA ❀ sophialaforteza & sophiathefirst

“Guess sometimes you learn to forget.” The mother of the group. As someone who Lara confides with the most for relationship advice, Sophia knows all about you, in a strange way, always finding another reason to dislike you every day. Despite that, she remains civil and enjoys your music (mainly because she doesn’t know it’s you). Her heart is in the right place, Sophia and Lara had a shared love for musical arts, and often went to musicals and plays together, even having their little group filled with other theater geeks.

DANIELA AVANZINI ❀ danielaavanzini & opiummdani

“You had to make it obvious.” Lara’s biggest opp I’m afraid, it’s all in lighthearted fun, but y/n was unironically one of her celebrity crushes so she’d sometimes go on and on, not knowing the true extent of her behavior. She means nothing bad by it, but on multiple occasions, Lara has blocked her, even during events the redhead is side-eyeing Daniela whenever she brings you up. Even then, Daniela and Lara had an inseparable bond, through their love for dance and Playboi Carti, the both of them make a lethal duo. Daniela would often barge into Lara’s room begging to go to Erewhon together or to do another dance trend for the Eyekons.

MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL ❀ meganskiendel & mamanmegan

“I wanted to see the world in color, through your eyes.” Lara’s roommate and number one victim of her constant yapping and ranting knows Lara like an open book and is undoubtedly the closest one to her. This leads her to being the only person, other than Lara’s sister, who knows who you truly are. Despite the fact, that she adores Y/n more as a musician than a person, teasing Lara at the fact Megan owns Y/n’s poster and hangs it on the walls of their shared bedroom. She is quite literally Lara’s little sister she never had, she invites Lara to family events and vice versa. She never goes anywhere without Lara, often begging her to come with her to do minuscule tasks, like getting a lighter for the deli a jogging away, she has to bring Lara with her.

YOONCHAE JEUNG ❀ y0pn_cha3 & yooninurwalls

“And the walls painted white, they tell me all their secrets.” Even though everyone knows about her sassy attitude, Yoonchae is regarded to be one of the innocent members. Although no one knows she’s friends with Y/n and her little crew, since she’s often kept to herself, and no one asks about it. Despite being in both groups, she has no clue that you and Lara where ever in a situation together, and completely blocks out all her member’s love lives. She is Lara’s baby, her child, her toddler, even when Yoonchae’s tired and sleepy, Lara would always lend her a shoulder to sleep on. And when Lara’s tired, she still tries her best to entertain Yoonchae despite how exhausted she is.

[yuissamidare]

I saw a lot of people questioning the appeal of lukahyuna/hyuluka, and I think that’s quite understandable. here are my two cents no one asked for! for me, other than the fact that they’re the perfect example of interpersonal horror, at least a big part of the attraction comes from my interpretation of the characters—both being people who struggle with control and autonomy.

Luka is someone who is controlled in every aspect of his life, from his daily training, to his health (canonly having heart problems and other congenital issues), and he was paraded around since he was young for his appearance and constantly made to be a spectacle — there is nothing that is fully his expect his emotions, to which he hangs onto hyuna with his love; then there is hyuna, who was completely aware of the encasement she was in and could still live freely, happily chaining herself to the parental role she placed herself in for her younger brother and later on, refuses to live anything but freely but except for being trapped by her feelings and memories of luka and her brother.

It’s a case of someone who has no independence finding a sense of sovereignty and control in regards to the feelings he has with another person versus someone who will carve a path of freedom and control for herself but constantly losing her footing as the only thing she has no control over are her feelings, and that contrast makes it very appealing for me.

Luka and hyuna were made with each other in mind, hyuna being stated to be a ‘YOLO!’ kind of girl while luka is the opposite and is careful—this is shown in their official merch stands as well, hyuna being a lunar eclipse that interferes with the path of the moon (luka) and luka being a solar eclipse that blocks the path of the sun (hyuna). They are complimentary opposed forces, however that does not mean that at one point they were not mutually attracted to each other, regardless of the intent of the attraction—in the prologue and old supplemental art, Hyuna and Luka are seen side by side while rehearsing and also spending their free time together (though Luka is glaring at Hyunwoo who is offscreen), and in all in as well, they’re shown to spend time together while Hyunwoo is not around, and Hyuna also allows him to encroach on time spent with her brother. (In this particular part of All-In, luka shows traits such as sucking on his sleeves which are associated with poorly socialized or developed children, which is something he seems to stop when Hyuna touches him for a sufficient amount of time)

— Anakt Garden Initially, i had thought what luka felt for Hyuna was not traditional ‘love’ or a properly developed crush but possession and desire to have hyuna act as a readily available and constant companion in a convenient social tie—something to have which a special relationship no one else can touch, having something that is truly his regardless of what he felt being considered as ‘love’—, which, while not completely untrue, had shifted when their supplemental comic came out and showed that he had genuine value in her thoughts and opinions (while making sure she had stopped looking at hyunwoo), and in a recent doodle, showed that he had genuinely sought her affection and validation (via picking fights with Hyunwoo and using that as a way to see her take his side over his, which is the second time she is shown to prioritize him over her brother, who calls for her and only her attention in the supplemental comic who she seems to put off for a moment in favor of acknowledging luka’s clinginess towards her and calling him cute).

While the form changed, the one constant of luka —> hyuna has always been: ‘this is mine, I want a relationship with her that gives me a level of exclusivity and control over her that others can’t have, one that includes priority over hyunwoo’

Luka is shown to value her opinions and use it as a basis for his own, as seen in a supplemental comic. he finds worth in her viewpoints considering and there’s a sense of mutuality there that makes him comfortable enough to share and talk about opinions with her and to use her as either a building block for his own ideals due to not having any strong feelings of his own, or to compare and contrast their ways of thinking and finding worth in the perspective that she has brought.

this comic is my second favorite piece of media involving them, with my first being the in the storyboards for all in…! (which i can’t talk about since it’s patreon content, but, you know) and it directly correlates to his character inspiration in which he finds value and a reason to be on stage due to the experiences he spent with hyuna, just like how his character inspiration finds value in their story of origin through experiences spent with others.

Singing makes Hyuna feel free, and through Hyuna, Luka attempts to find freedom and independence through singing as well, though the results are debatable as it seems he doesn’t inherently enjoy singing, but the feeling of closeness it allows him to feel for Hyuna and the privilege it brings him.

hyuna’s feelings for him at this point is hard to succinctly place on tenterhooks, as she was a character kept private and secret for much of the run, but i do think that she had fledging affection for him for several of the reasons i mentioned (re: the purposeful and conscious spent with him over others; the decision to spend time with both luka and hyunwoo and seemingly split her attention between them as they seem to fight when she’s not around, as in the supplementary comic hyunwoo only calls for Hyuna’s attention rather than calling for them both; once again taking Luka’s side when luka provokes others; the memory that sparks her panic is one of them being close—her playing with his hair while he looks at her.)

It is difficult for me to talk about hyuna’s feelings when there is so little about her known, I do feel like much of it will be my interpretation so please forgive the conjecture.

Personally, I believe that Hyuna viewed her love of others through her love for hyunwoo. She took on a maternal role for her brother which spreads through her interactions with others even if she acts like a wild auntie nowadays. I believe she took Luka’s side over Hyunwoo’s because she thought Hyunwoo should treat Luka more carefully since she had expected him to be more responsible to a child that seemed weak and delicate in comparison to Hyunwoo. I believed she split her attention between them both as Hyunwoo seemed to rely on her for her attention as much as luka did (re: only calling for her when he wanted to show off the space beetle.) and had acted as a bridge between them, despite them seemingly not having the best relationship—she could have always cut luka off when hyunwoo had grown frustrated with him, but again, she divided her time between them and had spend moments with them both apart and together because she had cared deeply for them both.

Since she viewed her relationships through her love of hyunwoo, she could not differentiate her feelings for luka being different or starting to develop as something different because she did not treat that as a possibility with her stubbornly placing herself in that motherly role—which is why things like Luka’s possessive statements had the red flags ignored then seemingly encouraged with petting and praise due to being flattered by his close attention.

And since luka is implied to have been artificially created, hyunas nature was something he found soothing and comforting (see: no longer self soothing after she had touched him) before the nature of his feelings changed as well, though his feelings changed sooner than hers did.

— Season 49 and present day: regardless of how hyunwoo died*, it is possible hyuna’s misery and potential feelings of guilt and regret give him a modicum of control over her—even after hyunwoo is dead, she’s going to need to live with luka all the way until season 49 starts and she escapes. she’s still going to have years and years of staying with him and having him cling to her or remind her what happened and she has been affected as a result (her looking so muted and sad when depicted prior to her escape, or having less vibrant expressions compared to all in; her potentially starting to smoke to deal with stress). he has, essentially, ruined her so thoroughly they’ll find his face carved into the darkest part of her heart and that’s sign of her thinking of him, and there’s ownership in that as well. i think the part in sweet dream where they show up and she’s hovering a knife over him while he’s holding her hip implies that he’d genuinely be delighted if she tried to kill or hurt him back, because that’s more proof that she’s still under his control. *While it is normally agreed that Luka’s actions caused Hyunwoos death, there is still contention as to what happen or led up to it, as some people from the start believe when Hyuna had pulled them apart, Hyunwoo hit his head (while originally theorized on the all in YT comments, it gained traction with the doodle comic as additional evidence for later on, but it’s been theorized since all in came out [while I have screenshots, I do not have the source for the original YT comment, magratbastard on Twitter has a great thread on it) or that Hyunwoo had just landed badly when luka pushed him off. Therefore I am using vague phrasing here as what happened is not agreed on in a unified manner as we lack context.

At this point in time hyuna is actively haunted by thoughts of hyunwoo, but seems that she’s conflicted about luka and battles her unhappiness, disgust, and past positive feelings under a vein of apathy, but seemingly falters (sweet dream) due to lingering attachment or being unable to truly know what happened that day, which leads to her passively allowing him near her despite her distaste. she needs to live with him and remember that he was involved in her brothers death, and that he is attached to her for some reason, and that displays itself in a way that could be taken as romantic.

In supplemental art where he is giving her a massage, unlike fighting or squirming away like till does with ivan, hyuna seems to reluctantly acquiesce to his touch despite seeming awkward about it (for many reasons). it seems to resemble parts of all in, and sweet dream—haunted by him, but is determined to shut out her feelings and move past him in order to benefit others (re: singing at the club; her surrounded by robots and his image, only moving forward and away from them in awe when mizi fights for her) seems to have settled into a more uncharitable view of him but still trips up when confronted with thoughts of him and actively fights his memory and positive association with him because she still can’t truly push him and thoughts of him away.

Note: as children in the garden are indoctrinated to think that singing while dying allows you to go to the in universe equivalent of a heaven, her feelings of being haunted by hyunwoo may be exacerbated by that indoctrination, even if she doesn’t believe in it anymore. May possibly be reluctant to kill luka due to three things: this, past affection for him, or feeling the value of other humans for the sake that they are human, despite not wanting him in her life. — present day: Romh, all in, love and peace, sweet dream cover:

ROMH: ruler of my heart is a song that was created prior to season 50 and is implied to have been written about Hyuna. I wrote my thoughts on it here: https://x.com/8bitdetective/status/1745091500789076201

SWEET DREAM: sweet dream generally parallels the luka and Hyuna’s story lyric wise, as luka and sua are diametrically opposed contrasts in their approaches to love and ‘self(ish/ness)’.

I made a rough comparison here: https://x.com/8bitdetective/status/1745110121108168870

hyuna and mizi are mirrors in how they live their lives, similar, I believe sua and luka mirror each other as well.

hyuna and mizi are both people who have experienced love prior to meeting their respective others and having happy experiences with their family—mizi was loved by her owners, who had gifted her toys and sent her off in tears, and in return she loved them as well—mizisua is a video about the people mizi has loved, who have ‘abandoned’ her, and I believe this was also her realization that her family left her alone to participate in a death game, the same way sua had consciously sacrificed herself despite not knowing what may happen in the future.

hyuna had also been given and received familial love in the form of hyunwoo, and that had been her everything. these are both people who had been secure in their love and therefore had love to share, and both luka and sua were addicted to that healthy affection—however luka seemingly refused to let anyone but hyuna in and has never willing spent time with anyone but hyuna, focusing all his feelings on hyuna and ‘the person who is intruding on his time with hyuna’ that he was jealous of—luka, being older than hyuna, was probably set in his ways and didn’t see a need to change, as such change would lead to detrimental effects on his life elsewhere. he did not change, nor did he want to—why would he have to, when hyuna would seemingly always take his side and put him before even her brother? instead, he selfishly wanted hyuna to have her world narrowed to only him, he wanted to own her and I believe wanted her to choose to ‘own’ him as well.

meanwhile sua was willing to spend time with others and talk to them, while mizi was her most important person, mizi wasn’t the only person in the world and mizi had allowed the universe to expand around them, and such varied experiences of being around people had allowed sua to develop a healthier relationship and way of thinking—even if she had become childish and jealous of till at points, she did not try and steal mizis from his company and allowed her to have her own friends, and then was allowed to make her own connections with ivan (as contentious as it may be at time) and had become a person who was more socially conscious and well adjusted compared to luka.

LOVE & PEACE: depending how you look at it, LOVE&PEACE can reference both luka and hyunwoo at the same time, or either/or. For this, I’ll mainly talk about how it can possibly apply to Luka.

if you consider sweet dream to also be applicable to his character, luka says the morning (hyuna, who is compared to the sun) won’t come for him, but to hyuna even if time marches on and she can find the sun (new experiences) it still feels like she’s fumbling in the night (Luka) after everything, because luka is always associated with the night and darkness and hyuna being his brightness, feeling trapped by lukas influence even if she’s mentally aware she’s not under his thumb anymore, because he always pops into her mind.

while luka was her friend, hyunwoo was the other half of her heart—no matter what luka did, it doesn’t change that hyunwoo is apart of her, that he’s still inside her as her blood, and that’s something luka can never take away. That’s the interpretation I got from the cover art, at least. every time she bleeds, he’ll be split on her skin and that is something she will always have to live with, and something she always has to acknowledge being stolen from her.

This also contrasts their ways of loving: luka wants hyuna for herself and lives for the sake of having her, but hyuna lives in order to express her love for hyunwoo by rebelling against the system that has taken her brother away from her, and to keep loving hyunwoo and for that sincerity to reach him someday—to live on for the part of her that couldn’t, despite seemingly not taking good care of her body by drinking, smoking, and getting hurt on her rebel mission. She’s a character that claims to live for herself while taking care of others (again, contrasting with luka who lives for others while taking care of his own self preservation.)

Because Hyuna is a character that constantly thinks of others, she can’t forgive herself when she thinks of Luka fondly, or that she still has memories of them being affectionate after everything, even as she confesses in LOVE&PEACE that she didn’t think the ‘night’, the peace and safety she felt in the garden in the times spent with him, would be stolen from her and would have her reevaluate everything about him.

— re: the kiss

luka is a character with no control or autonomy in his life, he is chronically ill and he is consistently put in high stress situations that he doesn’t enjoy being in. luka is a character who is meant to be subservient and obedient to his owners and ‘betters’ while being treated like a showdog for a majority of his life for his own appearance, in an interview, he mentions ‘being made to sing in a variety of situations to be made sure that he can sing perfectly at any time’ and is someone who is meant to control his own heartbeat consistently and manually. He’s always hunched in and doing things like sucking on his sleeve are traits of neurodivergence and abused/highly stressed children (to which he only stops when hyuna pets him long enough) which reads as him being poorly or under socialized.

I believe he thought that hyuna wouldnt have reacted badly as she had always reacted positively to other things he has done (openly claiming ownership of her or when she takes his side, earnestly as seeing his questions and giving him physical affection) and had showed that she had prioritized him over everyone else. Luka is a character who is calculative and doesn’t do anything unless the move works in his favor, he’s made to be hyunas diametric opposite in that way, which is why he picks on hyunas brother to get him to lash out, to see if she will put him first.

I do not believe* have made a move if he didnt think there was an investment there, because that would risk losing her, and luka has always been someone who has ‘known his place’ and what he has to gain and lose. Even if there was not ‘love’ there, he had probably expected some positive reciprocal action.

*on the case that lukas actions were out of impulse, i think it would be spurred by insecurity and envy. while luka and hyuna hold mutual respect for one another, he does get annoyed when she calls him cute and reminds her that he’s older, despite always going to her when hyunwoo hits him back for her defense. if this wasn’t a gesture that was calculated, it was most likely one used to have her categorized as as something other than something to just be taken care of as the nature of his feelings started to change.

i believe the collar is used to track—rather than negative emotion—level of emotional intensity or dysregulation, which may correlate with heartrate but wouldn't always? for example, there’s supplementary art of mizi and sua that shows sua getting flustered at the sight of mizi’s body, which usually wouldnt indicate discomfort but rather suggests a sudden fluctuation in emotional state, if that makes sense, meanwhile since till is often shown with a green collar around mizi despite being shown heavily flustered when thinking about her, since he’s a very intense person that kind of status would be normal on him, however since sua is a very low intensity person, her red light signals an abnormality.

I think Hyuna’s light changed because she was startled, this was something that was new to her and an out of character action for luka. I do not think she expected him to kiss her as these things would not be on her mind as she has always given priority to others.

In the days that followed it is likely that hyuna had decided to put space between them and luka had ached for her attention again after startling her, and probably decided to get it again in a way that seemed to work over and over again probably provoking hyunwoo (either seeking him out or letting him come to luka and seeing a chance) and getting into a fight with him in hopes that hyuna would defend him, knowing that he was weak and sickly, however hyunwoo had died in the process and that had driven the rift further, if that makes sense?

Luka also purposely provokes Mizi in ROMH, leading to him being protected by a stronger force who will protect him while playing victim—this potentially stemmed from repetition of Hyuna’s defensive behavior when he was young, and had continued using this technique until the present day.

Tldr: I don’t think luka understood that he came off as too aggressive at this point, regardless of what led up to the kiss, and that hyuna was startled being approached in a blatantly romantic way as, while she always liked him, she could not differentiate what made her feelings for him different from anyone else and it had shocked her

—comparing and contrasting ivan, sua, and lukas affection and actions:

luka, ivan and sua all start exhibiting quiet and subdued demeanors, characterized by introversion and a sense of resignation. they all appear passive and reserved in their interactions and behaviors which makes a contrast with the seemingly more assertive nature of the rest of the cast.

ivan, sua, and luka are all self(less/ish) in different ways, they all show different aspects of the weight of being saved by love and ‘marking’ their respective interests in different ways. — sua quietly plans her end and goes out with a smile, fulfilling mizis dream of singing with her while knowingly sabotaging herself with the hopes that mizi will live and remember her, even if she’s not there; ivan forcing himself onto till and choking him in order to lose and make sure till survives, despite having sneered at sua for the same thing; though luka, without a doubt, is the most selfish, as he has nothing but his feelings for hyuna and the stage that hyuna claimed made her feel free. their object of affections affect them by changing their perspectives and motivations in the future, and as a result they’ve been changed and they changed the person who became their object of affection.

all three start the same their respective apathy for life until meeting their assigned partner, but while the former two set aside their lives for love, luka cannot let her go because that is probably his only proof of ‘self’.

first we have sua, who appears to have given up on life, living a subservient existence without expectations of a better chance at life or ever breaking the norm, full of resignation and apathy but the moment Mizi enters the scene, it's like her life is something worth living, like the colors, smells and all of her senses suddenly come to life, she starts becoming more open and expressive infatuated by Mizi's carefree existence—she becomes envious and emotional, she starts to smile brightly, and due to these experiences sua believes she's lived what she thought was worth living, and now what's truly important was preserving Mizi's existence, as life was not worth even being in without her god and the person who had made everything animated. Sua was only able to enjoy ‘living’ with her company, though she had still ‘selfishly’ marked mizi in a way where she’d never forget her.

then we have Ivan, who possibly attempted to unsuccessfully escape his caretaker as he was shortly captured back up again leading to him having a very similar sense of resignation but with a glimpse of mundane contempt. life isn't necessarily worth living but it's also not worth losing, it is comfortable enough even if just as lifeless as it had always been. however this changes when till makes a scene and not just once but multiple times- making him infatuated by the constant refusal of the conformity he had deeply fallen into. this sparked interest and curiosity in ivan who had until then, had nothing to ‘live’ rather than to ‘survive’ for until he met someone with the qualities he lacked—and those are qualities he wanted to have preserved as well, even if he had to hurt till by forcing a kiss on him as a tool for assured survival, and die in front of him, ‘inflicting’ his emotions onto him. Luka’s emotions come from a desire to have and to own due to being taken care of conditionally (due to his looks and talent) and seemingly being treated like a toy. there seems to have been a mental separation between him and other children that excluded Hyuna because she either was able to nurture him in a genuine way that he lacked the support of elsewhere AND she was able to catch his attention in ways that other people could not—whether it was due to her singing talents, her natural charisma that seemed to make her suitable to be a rebel leader, or, similarly to ivan, he was curious after spending close proximity to her due to the time he was forced to spend with other kids that brought him to her and had become curious about someone who seemed to be his diametric opposite, but still had the maturity to realize that she was a prisoner under anakt; however, unlike ivan, luka was not content just watching and provoking reactions out of hyuna, he wanted to own them as well and keep them all to himself- and once again, harming the object of his affection by forcing intimate proximity, and then leading to hyunwoos death.

if ROMH is written about hyuna (which it likely is) then all three share the sentiment of ‘I want the person i love to live’, though lukas sentiment has the caveat of *‘with me’. ivan was always aware that his feelings were not reciprocal, and had contented himself by watching and being in his presence. sua had mizi’s love and affection, and then was willing to be ‘let go’ and die loved. luka can not be happy just observing hyuna, nor does he want to let go or be let go—theyre all very different aspects of love being displayed, and i believe luka and hyuna have a lot of complexities and depth to them that make them appealing even outside of what’s on the surface! theyre all very different aspects of love being displayed!! its really interesting! It’s a really fascinating and intricate dynamic… tldr its neat!

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my muse.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: a short oneshot of steve's girlfriend painting him, and him being able to see his own beauty through your eyes.

word count: 1.1K

notes: got this cute idea out of nowhere, thought maybe steve would like to know how beautiful others think he is.

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“Is it done yet?”

Steve sits on a stool in front of the window in your atelier. The slowly dimming light of the sun setting illuminates him from the back, the lamp you have set up besides you letting you see him from the front.

“Almost Stevie, be patient.”

He’s been sitting perfectly still for over an hour. An admirable feat, to be honest. He’s not usually one for sitting idly at all, always fidgeting one way or another or wanting to move about.

But he’s been doing quite well. He wants to do well. For you. So you can do your thing.

He’s been secretly wanting to do this ever since he’s seen your paintings. You’re incredibly talented, something between a Monet and a Renoir. An incredible eye for colour and composition, but most of all, you like to paint people.

You do a hell of a job at capturing someone’s likeness, even through the lens of an impressionistic art style. Steve is sure you’ll make it big with your art one day. You told him most painters only get famous after they die, and that didn’t exactly sit well with him. He'd rather have you alive and famous, but mostly the first part.

You’d been going through a bit of an art block, and so you’ve went through your old sketchbooks. You realised there is a surprising, almost embarrassing, amount of drawings of your boyfriend in there. Like… Pages, upon pages. You’ve always thought he has this effortless, beautiful air about him that just made every pose look like it should be captured onto paper forever.

When you asked him if he wanted to model for your next painting, Steve's heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He's always adored your art, supporting you and your passion every step of the way, so to be immortalised on one of your canvases is a huge honour to him.

He was a bit nervous though. He knows you think he's the prettiest boy alive, and though he does think he's serviceable, he's not sure if he's painting worthy.

Still, who is he to deny his sweet girl of using him as a reference?

At first, it was hard. How in god's name do you capture someone as beautiful and complex as Steve Harrington onto something as simple as a blank canvas? You want it to be perfect. You want it to reflect the type of person he is. You want the adoring glint in those gorgeous brown eyes to come through, the dimple in his cheek when he smiles, the constellations of freckles and moles gracing his skin. In a sense, it has to be your best piece yet.

"Alright," you lean back for what feels like the hundredth time already, getting a good look at your work. You take a moment, deciding not to let your nerves get the best of you and not overthink it. The urge is there, but you'd feel awful about letting your boyfriend sit there for yet another hour.

"I think... I think I'm done." you put down your brush, clasping your paint clad hands together in your lap.

Steve perks up in that adorable way he tends to do when he's curious. "Really? Can I come see?"

You bite your lip, unsure once again if the painting truly reflects the beauty of its subject. You sigh, knowing nothing probably ever will. You nod, lifting your hand so you can beckon him over.

He can barely contain his excitement, breaking into a little jog as he makes his way over to you. His arm drapes over your shoulders as he positions himself besides you.

"Woah..." His eyes widen as he takes it all in. The entire artwork exudes warmth. A mix of yellows, oranges and pinks surround him in the way a beautiful sunset would, and his smile looks as if it could cure anything. The brush strokes are a bit experimental, but not messy. Nothing is accidental, every placement and detail has a reason. A purpose.

You nibble on the back of your finger, anxiously awaiting his approval. You find that the longer you look at your art, the more flaws you notice. Now you're conflicted. You just want to do Steve's pretty face justice.

"D'you like it?" You look at him, all nervous.

But Steve looks like he has stars in his eyes. And tears. Yeah, he's definitely about to cry.

"Stevie? You okay?"

He blinks a few times, a stray tear rolling over his cheek as he clears his throat. "Yeah, I, uhm-- wow, it's-- it's beautiful." He looks at you, those pretty eyes he loves, all confused at him.

"Are you sure?" you smile a little sheepishly.

"Peach..." He leans in and presses a kiss to your head. "I love it. It's beautiful. It's just, I... I'm amazed you think I'm so beautiful too."

"I just painted what I saw. 'N what you make me feel."

Steve feels like he's going to melt, your words fulfilling every bit of his loving fantasies. You don't even mean to, and yet you know exactly what to say to pull on his heartstrings.

"Makes me feel so appreciated. Thank you baby, I love it." He grins, all boyish excitement.

"Yeah, I love it too... I think this one's my favourite, actually." You look up and capture Steve's lips in yours in a chaste kiss. "Might have to frame it, hm?"

"I have a better idea."

"I'm listenin'."

"Could you paint the two of us? Like on that polaroid in my wallet?"

He's referring to the polaroid you took when you first met. It was a party, and you were both fairly inebriated. Somehow, you'd started talking, and you hadn't left each other's side all night, leaving the dancing to the others and instead opting to entertain each other. Robin captured the moment the two of you were stuck in a laughing fit together, and Steve has kept it in his wallet ever since. It warms your heart to know he's kept you with him even far before you two got together.

"Yeah, I can do that. What do I get in return?" You smile, faces so close your noses are still rubbing together.

"One million kisses."

"Hmm..."

"Two million kisses."

"You drive a hard bargain, Harrington."

"Three?"

"Sold."

"Sold."

"Good." you peck his lips, "better start that down payment now."

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Yada yada, kudou looked through Izuku’s memories and saw big gay thoughts, but we already knew they were gay. Of course they were gay. They’ve always been gay.

YOU KNOW WHAT I WANNA TALK ABOUT? THIS OFA QUIRKLESS THING!

It’s so FASCINATING! And I know I’m late to the party (school, work, life, depression, art block, the list could go on) but all I can think about is the trust that this entire situation holds.

On one hand, Izuku has to trust Kudou and his abilities. Defeating him from the inside out is probably the only way Izuku will win at this point.

And on the other hand, Izuku in his own way, is having to trust shigaraki, something he hasn’t done nor even considered before. He sees that little boy inside of him, but there’s more to that little boy. The man that stands before him, broken and beaten and shattered emotionally by society, is a person too. It truly doesn’t matter that the boy exists; yes it’s a way for Izuku to understand that concept of “heroes and villains are cut from the same cloth”, but it’s also the understanding that even when someone has fucked up their life, still deserves to be treated as a person for doing so. Everyone, EVERYONE, deserves the right to be and feel like a real and alive human being.

To me, it’s in the same vain as Izuku as a little boy. We could go over he details ALL DAY as to how he became the person he is, what could’ve been different, what could’ve happened. But at the end of the day, the only thing that changes the past is how we view it; Katsuki knows this.

There’s a part of me that whenever I see a fanfic where Katsuki meets his old middle school self that he hates him, wants to kick him down, humble him, whatever other verb here:

But that small part of me always thinks that it’s… oddly out of character.

Okay, comparing Katsuki and Izuku, who is more ashamed of their pasts?

If you guessed Izuku (and you agree with me), tell me what exactly inclines you to think that?

Because the difference between them is who accepts themself, and who doesn’t.

Accepting yourself doesn’t just mean, accepting that you were a bad person but you’re better now so it’s okay. No, I think that’s actually more complex than implied.

In my opinion, seeing your past actions as something to forgive is important too. Katsuki meeting his middle school self may seem like an aggressive cat fight in idea, but it practice may turn into high school Katsuki being unaffected by middle school him. He knows why he thought what he did, understands that it was bad, but also understands why that mindset came to be. He can be sorry to Izuku AND sorry to himself.

Izuku I think feels a sense of shame for his middle school self, especially that weakness. He cried more in middle school too; he didn’t try. That’s what he’s most mad about and unable to forgive himself for, he didn’t try.

And to an extent, Izuku has to learn that his perception of his past is what matters most: Shigaraki is the same.

Shigaraki as a little boy could’ve lived better circumstances. He could’ve found a hero and been saved. He could’ve had this or that or made a better decision. And I think a small part of him feels guilty for it. Shigaraki also doesn’t accept his past.

Ofa being taken away, as saddening as it may seem to fans, was always an ending I was hoping for. Of course I could be wrong and by the end of the manga he still has it, and while I’d still be happy with that ending… I just really want Izuku to let himself be a human being. A flawed one, with things he could or could not change, and accepting that fact.

After all, “You’re still human.” Right?

And sorry to bring up the girls again, but part of the key components to saving Himiko were trusting her, and not clinging to a small part of her. She wanted to see and know Himiko as she is, not who she was.

That’s this dudes problem; even if he wants to tear that rug to pieces, there’s certain ideas that hold him back. Think, the idea that your emotions matter less over others, or hating yourself for flaws that nearly every human being has.

Izuku saving Shigaraki has always always always been about saving himself too, and I love that.

Izuku had to trust Katsuki in this battle, trust allmight, trust Ochako, trust people. He had to let them take the wheel, the burden. Maybe he and Shigaraki can lift that burden for themselves too. His mask is broken, he’s become a monster blackwhip thing…

What’s your move Izuku?

[tlbodine]

Overthinking Goosebumps: Monster Blood

Monster Blood was the 3rd Goosebumps book of the classic original series, released in 1992. It's one of the few books to spawn multiple sequels and repeat appearances, which I suspect is due more to Stine's enjoyment of the concept (and flexibility it affords) than it being a fan favorite. I don't know anyone who cites the Monster Blood books as their favorite. There's probably some MB stans out there -- shout out if you are -- I just haven't encountered them.

As a kid, I didn't love this book. I didn't connect much with the main character, who comes off as a bit of a whiner, and the premise didn't really grip me. I also thought it had one of the more boring covers of the original Tim Jacobus runs, since it's just some slimy stairs. That didn't stop me from having a folder with that art on it, which I actually still have and which contains a bunch of cringeworthy young writings from yours truly.

Weirdly enough I'm enjoying it more as an adult then I did as a kid. Maybe that's just the excitement of nostalgia talking. Or maybe I'm seeing and appreciating some things that didn't register or resonate with me as a kid. As an early entry into the series, Monster Blood is finding its footing in terms of tone and style. The formula had not yet been completely perfected, and I think some of its eccentricities are charming, even as other elements have not aged so well.

First, The Story

Monster Blood opens with a young Evan Ross pleading with his mother not to leave him with his weird, old, deaf Great-Aunt Kathryn. We quickly discover that his parents are in the process of moving for his father's job, and while they buy a house and get settled, Evan and his courageous-but-disobedient old cocker spaniel Trigger need to stay with the only available relative they can find -- his father's aunt, who helped raise her nephew but has been quite eccentric after going suddenly and completely deaf 20 years ago.

Evan's stuck with an old lady he can't communicate with and who's a complete stranger to him. Trigger, his only ally, is banished outside for barking at Kathryn's cat. And there is no TV, radio, Nintendo, or other entertainment in sight, aside from a very odd collection of books on science and...witchcraft?

Luckily, Evan does manage to make a friend in the neighborhood in the form of Andy, a girl who's a pretty solid 12-year-old manic pixie dream girl archetype. Andy is funny and bold and definitely shakes things up. Also on the block are twin bullies Rick and Tony Beymer, who enjoy such fun activities as beating up kids, stealing bikes, and tying up cats. They’re a couple little thugs.

Anyhoo, Andy shows Evan a weird curio/toy shop and Evan spends $2 on a dusty can of Monster Blood. At first, this substance would appear to be your regular everyday type of slime — it glows, it stretches, it squeezes, it oozes, it bounces. But over time it begins to change, growing, expanding, overflowing any container it’s placed in. It becomes warm and sticky to the touch and seems to suck and swallow anything in its path.

Worse, Trigger eats some of it and starts to grow, doubling in size until he’s a spaniel the size of a pony.

Everything eventually comes to a head in a collision with the twins, who attempt to steal the substance only to be subsumed by it as it spreads and grows. Aunt Kathryn steps in to intervene, revealing that she is responsible — she laid a witch’s curse on the monster blood that Evan brought home, presumably causing it to grow.

But it’s soon revealed that Kathryn wasn’t working under her own volition. Instead, she’s at the mercy of none other than her black cat Sarah-Beth who is in fact a witch in disguise and who has been controlling Kathryn’s actions this whole time, even causing her deafness in a bid to isolate her. The monster blood ploy was an attempt by the cat/witch to scare Evan away, or at least punish Kathryn for having a visitor.

Luckily Sarah-Beth doesn’t get a chance to act any further on her scheme before a giant size Trigger bowls her over into the monster blood. She’s absorbed, which presumably undoes the spell. Everyone but her is spit back out unharmed, Trigger shrinks to his usual size, and Kathryn even gets her hearing back just in time to explain everything to Evan’s mom who’s arrived to pick him up.

Happy ever after? You’d think, if you didn’t know there are at least three more monster blood books…

Overthinking It

From a critical perspective, the greatest failure of Monster Blood is its third act reveal. The curse is foreshadowed fairly, but Sarah-Beth’s motivation feels thin and slapped together, and none of it really makes a ton of sense. You live in the house with him. Why curse his toy slime, of all things? Why not just trip him on the stairs or bite him or something? If you’re the one calling the shots, why are you choosing to live as a cat? It reads like an ad hoc explanation on Stine’s part to make sense of two disparate plot threads at once: the mysterious slime, and creepy old Aunt Kathryn.

That said, I feel like we’ve glimpsed the very tip of an iceberg of disturbing backstory between these women. I think there’s ample evidence to suggest Kathryn was already involved in witchcraft. What was her relationship with the human Sarah-Beth? What soured it to the point that a powerful magic wielder is willing to live as an animal while exerting total control over someone, forcing her into complete isolation? That is dark and sadistic and I hope somebody out here has written the lovers to enemies fic that goes with it.

Kathryn’s backstory isn’t the only thing that feels like brushing past a glacier. I’m also deeply side-eyeing Evan’s parents. What we know is they’re having this discussion about moving in private. Their kid has to eavesdrop. Is everybody else they know *really* on vacation or is there something else going on that requires reaching out to an elderly relative you haven’t seen in at least a decade? Is it really easier to buy a house without your kid weighing in, or are you sorting out something messier in your relationship?

And that right there is, I think, the key to the actual horror of Monster Blood. It is above all else a story about lacking agency, and the struggle of having responsibility prematurely thrust upon you.

When we meet Evan, it’s easy to get annoyed with his whining. But his circumstance is terrifying. He’s alone in an unfamiliar place, with a stranger he cannot communicate with and whose ways and habits are alien. He is given no say in what happens in his life - he’s being ripped from a familiar school and friends and doesn’t even get a vote in the new house - and the only way he knows any of this is happening is he’s eavesdropped.

Not only is Evan isolated, he’s also forced into independence. Kathryn seems capable of doing the bare minimum to keep the kid alive, but he’s basically left to his own devices. Moreover, he has a dependent (his dog) in his care.

So what happens? He ends up quite literally over his head in a scenario that is growing too big for him.

There’s a nightmare pretty early in the book that is easy to call out as a fake scare. But it reads so neatly as an anxiety dream that I have had, that I hesitate to condemn it. Indeed, the whole book has a kind of feverish anxiety dream logic to it: I opened this can and now the stuff inside won’t go back in. It’s growing out of control and eating everything. My dog is growing out of control and I don’t know why or how to stop it. I can’t even hold onto his leash anymore.

This is classic stress dream stuff. This is the very personification of a loss of control. Faced with a problem, Evan tries to fix it and it grows beyond his ability to cope, but no one else can really help him. This is true for the overflowing monster blood of course, but equally true for the bullies who badly beat him, or the dog with a mystery ailment and a vet who can’t diagnose the problem.

That’s genuinely harrowing stuff.

There are a couple of solid scares in Monster Blood, but far and away the most horrifying is a scene where Evan, having been gone visiting Andy all day, suddenly remembers he needs to check on the dog penned up outside. He rushes out just in time to find Trigger panting and choking hideously, because he’s grown too big for his collar and it’s digging into his throat. Evan struggles for quite a while to free his dog, and we see every desperate rasp and frothing breath, his eyes rolling back, his legs buckling. It is genuinely scary stuff, both viscerally and in its implication. You’re all alone, Evan. You’re the grownup now, you’re responsible for another life, and if you screw this up nobody will help you…and problems are happening that you can’t even comprehend, much less solve.

No wonder the poor kid has nightmares!

I do feel we should spend a moment acknowledging some of the troubling aspects of Great Aunt Kathryn. I don’t feel qualified to weigh in on what her character means for Deaf representation but I have to assume it’s not great. Her apparent refusal to learn to communicate is hammered home again and again. That it’s magically induced and reversed at the end also feels not-great.

I’m also intrigued by her description as being “large” and “robust” and of having a curiously clear but “deep” voice. I get that this is probably just meant to play against the expected frail old lady archetype (it even gets lampshaded in Evan’s inner monologue) but it’s striking to me.

Or maybe I’m just busily mentally writing that “trans Kathryn and her scorned witchy lover” backstory fic. Somebody stop me before I actually write this damn thing.

If You Liked This, Here Are Other Things to Give You Goosebumps

When you’re a kid, strange old people are scary. They just are. It’s a trope R.L. Stine returns to again, most notably in How to Kill a Monster (which for my money is a better Goosebumps book).

But if that trope appeals to you, you may enjoy M. Night Shyamalan’s 2015 found footage horror, The Visit. Viewer beware, you’re in for naked grandma.

If the idea of mystery substances growing and taking over appeals to you, Stine revisits the idea (in a very different way) with The Blob That Ate Everyone, and of course all the subsequent Monster Blood books.

But I doubt this book would exist if not for 1958's The Blob, where a young Steve McQueen battles an indestructible blob from space. Or, for that matter, the reboots -- 1972's Beware! The Blob (a sequel) and 1988's The Blob (a remake, with a decidedly darker tone).

I'd also recommend The Stuff, a 1985 low-budget cult classic about 80s consumer culture and a mysterious substance that takes over the people who consume it. There's even a memorable sequence with a dog eating some and becoming...uh...different.

That's all from me for now. How about you? Feelings on Monster Blood? Did you ever kind of want some as a kid? Do you ever eyeball a can of slime at the store and think about this story? Come tell me about it.

[solar-tl-27]

OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

[dodorimo]

WIP Wednesday Saturday

Stripper!Tav x Raphael

Just a piece of something that's been in my drafts since forever

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People who don’t know any better think her strength lies in the art of seduction, but she believes it’s in the way she can read people at first glance. Whether it was the twitching of a finger or a sharp intake of breath, no sign was small enough to escape her trained eyes.

The man sitting at the front-row table would rather be anywhere else. Glancing at his watch discreetly, eyes glazed over with boredom. Tav has seen plenty of men like this come and go. Men who were pressured into coming to their club by their peers, out of a sense of obligation or just to keep up appearances, there’s no way of knowing for certain.

He’s handsome, in a timeless, elegant way. The kind you see in black-and-white movies. Chestnut-brown hair slicked back, sharp cheekbones and a mouth that promised to curl into the most sinful of smiles. In his late forties or fifties.

Two other men sit at his table, both younger and more enthusiastic, if the way their eyes almost pop out of their sockets as they look at her is anything to go by. She doesn’t spare them a second glance.

Of course, Tav knows she’s being partial. In her experience, older men are more likely to keep their hands to themselves and leave generous tips.

A part of her resents the fact that he isn't looking at her, craves his undivided attention. But then again, her show has just started.

“That girl looks like a good lay,” says one of the men in the front row, loud enough for her to hear even over the blaring music.

“The one with the awful dye job?”

Excuse her…? Her hair color is as natural as it can get, thank you very much.

“Nah, that one is a real blond.”

“I’ll only believe if I see it for myself,” the man says as his eyes run down her body in a way that leaves little doubt as to his meaning.

Fuck her this, fuck her that. Enough of these two jerks. She heard worse and with much more color. If her handsome stranger kept such rude company around him, maybe she isn’t so keen on getting to know him after all.

She often pictures someone while she dances—a prince from a faraway land, a movie star, a stern-looking madam. It gave her performance an extra edge, made it just a little more captivating. This time, however, she doesn’t need to superimpose her imagination on a poor bystander, she locks eyes with her mysterious stranger and gives everything she has.

It doesn't take long for her to lose herself in the carnal energy of the place, in the heavy beat of the music, in the pungent smell of smoke and sweat, until everything around her is a blur. It reminds her why she does this, why she dances.

The music stops and she slides down the pole, body aching and sweaty, a satisfied smile on her face. The men stare at her, lust written in their gazes, but she only cares about one set of eyes. At the front-row table, her handsome stranger is looking straight at her.

Not just looking at her. Devouring her is a better way of putting it, as if she were a fresh-from-the-oven—and entirely too irresistible—canapé being served at his table. She was right earlier: he does look good when he smiles. Although she had underestimated the wolfish nature of it, the way his eyes sparkled with newfound interest.

The moment is short-lived. A small crowd has gathered at the edge of the stage, pulling her from her musings. Her audience expects her to put on a show and she doesn’t intend to disappoint.

Her lacy garters are overflowing with cash by the time she’s done, some falling to the floor where she stands.

A flash of brown hair. Her heart beats faster.

“You were magnificent, my dear. Truly a sight to behold.” Lorroakan, one of her regulars, blocks her view of the crowd. Tav looks past him, but the seats at the front-row table are empty. “You must let me show you my full appreciation later.”

There is little to be said about the man, other than the fact that being around him was an exercise in endurance. Forcing a smile, Tav crawls to him on all fours on the stage. Lorroakan may be an insufferable bastard, but he had money to burn.

The fabric of her jeans shorts grazes the cold floor as she arches her back to be at eye level with him. Her outfit today is that of a naughty country girl, with a sleeveless white shirt wrapped around her midriff and stockings that went up to her knees. A little too plain for her tastes, but she knows better than to say no to Shadowheart (the flush that took over the woman’s face when she put on the outfit more than made up for her troubles, though).

“I’ll take your appreciation in the form of your tips.” Holding the ginger’s gaze, she splays her palms over her breasts and squeezes them together.

It is almost comical, the way he automatically reaches into his pockets and places the money in her cleavage, like a toy that was put to work, his eyes wide open and mouth ajar.

What happens next is a little more unclear. Lorroakan goes back to his seat—or is pushed, he doesn’t seem to have noticed either way—and someone else takes his spot.

[betterthanburrow]

The NFL Off-Season Life - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Artist! OC)

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yourinstagram: life is good… life is great ❣️

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allisonkuch: it looks like you and Joe are enjoying your first NFL off-season life together!

↳ yourinstagram: the advice you gave me on how to handle football players during the NFL off-season life truly has saved my life and i can’t thank you enough 🙏🏻

lahjay10_: i can tell from that writing piece of yours that y’all are having fun during the offseason 😌

mamaburrow: i hope that the two of you are having a good time visiting your hometown!

↳ yourinstagram: trust me… we are having fun!

yourmother: i can’t wait to see the two of you soon!

joeyb_9: out of all the pictures of me… you decided to chose that photo to be apart of your “photo dump”?!

↳ yourinstagram: would you rather me post your failed artwork on a tiny canvas for all instagram users to see?!

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Burrow_Updates: Joe Burrow’s instagram story.

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username1: i was at that restaurant last night and i saw Joe with his girlfriend and her mother… i didn’t take pictures to respect their privacy but they were having a good time together while drinking and laughing.

↳ username2: did you hear any of the embarrassing stories from Y/N’s childhood?!

↳ username1: no, i wasn’t close to their table. also the restaurant was very loud so even if i was close to their table… i probably wouldn’t have been able to hear anything because i couldn’t hear my girlfriend speak and she was sitting across the table from me.

yourinstagram: i can’t believe an instagram story update from one of my boyfriend’s fanpages is how i find out that my mother and i got too drunk…

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yourinstagram: 🗯️ (disclaimer: it’s an art piece that i saw on the street, please don’t overthink this post)

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joeyb_9: thank you for the disclaimer… i don’t need rumors about me being a fan of NFTs going around 🙄

↳ yourinstagram: rumors about you being head over heels in love with your art lover girlfriend > rumors about you loving your girlfriend because she’s an NFT.

mamaburrow: what’s an NFT?!

↳ joeyb_9: trust me mama… you don’t want to know.

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joeyb_9: thinkin about ball today.

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Bengals: we’re always thinking about the ball.

yourinstagram: is that all you were thinking about 🤔

↳ joeyb_9: i was also thinking about my girlfriend’s embarrassing stories from her childhood that her and her mother told me about at the restaurant ☺️

↳ yourinstagram: stop thinking about that right now… go back at thinking about the ball.

NFL: we miss seeing our favorite #9 quarterback on the football field!

lahjay10_: when are you not thinking about the ball?!

↳ joeyb_9: that’s a good point.

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yourinstagram: today, i offering you a semi-blurry selfie and some art pieces that i’ve been working on… tomorrow, who knows what i’ll offer.

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joeyb_9: pretty girl and her pretty art.

username1: will you ever put your artwork up for sale?!

↳ yourinstagram: i’ve considered opening an online shop for my artwork… but art is something i do in my free-time for my own peace of mind and i don’t want it to become a chore that i’ll have to stress about.

sam_hubbard: i know what you could offer tomorrow?!

↳ yourinstagram: hmm… what?! (if you say something stupid i’m going to block your account)

↳ sam_hubbard: nevermind… i’m not going to risk getting blocked by one of my best friend’s girlfriend 😵‍💫

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Bengals: Tiny hands win games.

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joeyb_9: who edited those hands… we need to talk.

sam_hubbard: i see that Twitter 2020 tweet more times that i’ve seen any other Twitter tweet.

yourinstagram: those tiny hands may win football games, but those tiny hands can’t paint a tiny canvas!

↳ joeyb_9: i apologize for not being the most artistic football quarterback in the world.

Author’s Note:

i truly do enjoy writing these Instagram AUs, i know that this is only the third Instagram AU that i’ve posted so far but… i’m having a lot of fun writing Instagram AUs for a man that has no social media presence which is causing me to use my imagination to come up with these Instagram AUs “scenarios”.

if you have any requests for an Instagram AU, please send them to my inbox and i’ll try to have the Instagram AU posted as soon as i can!

thank you for all the love and support 🤍

[theslvttysimp]

Satan's Ragdoll

NSFW

18+ ONLY

MINORS DNI. DO NOT READ

MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

~ Reader is female and goes by she/her pronouns.~

TW: Slapping, hair pulling, use of the word "girl", choking, gagging, throwing person, objects being broken, glass shattering, cursing.

((NOT MY ART!! FOUND ON PINTEREST. ARTIST IS @RIKKUCHAN ON INSTAGRAM AND TWITTER! SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!!))

You're chilling in your room doing your potion making schoolwork when you hear glass breaking from the common room. Annoyed, you let out huff as you get up from your bed and make way down the hall. What mess did the brothers get into now? You make your way to the source of the noise and see Satan absolutely obliterating the common room. Vases are flying, couches are flipped over, bricks ripped from the walls, and Mammon, Asmo, and Levi are huddle in a corner in fear. "SATAN!" Lucifer bellows from behind you, body glowing with his purple demon fog. "Shut the fuck up, you scum!" Satan spits as he throws a vase in Lucifer's direction. For the next 20 minuets, Lucifer and Satan are in a screaming match about God knows what as the brothers disperse from the corner and leave silently. You keep your distance near the entry way and wait until the dispute is finished. Satan throws the coffee table across the room and curses Lucifer on his way out. " Satan, are you oka-" you try to ask, reaching a hand to place on his shoulder. Satan cuts you off and turns around, eyes glowing an emerald flame. " Don't even try to follow me, human. Leave me be." He turns and storms to his room.

You slouch slightly at the sudden rejection and turn to Lucifer. " Let him be an emotional wreck on his own. He's not worth your time." Lucifer says disgusted as he picks up the pictures that were knock off the wall.

You head back to your room and try to focus back on your schoolwork. You try will all your might to finish your task but can't get Satan out of your thoughts. He is worth your time, if someone just went and actually tried talking to him, maybe he would be able to express his emotions properly. He needs someone to talk to. He's the only one who has never been graced with an angelic past, he was birthed with the punishment of his sin. Punished just for being born. You close your textbook and slide out your door, hoping you don't catch Lucifer on the way to Satan's room.

You reach Satan's door and politely knock, " Satan? It's MC, may I come in?". Instead of a voice responding, you hear a big crash from behind the door. You take it upon yourself to enter, worried that Satan as now begun to trash his room. You click the door behind you and stay against the wall, watching Satan confirm your suspicion. Book pages are torn all over the floor, towers of books now scattered on the floor, closet door shredded to splinters, and an angry Satan failing to notice the human watching near the doorway. "S-Satan..." you say, trying to get his attention. His head snaps in your direction, causing you to choke on your own breath.

With your back pressed to the wall, Satan strides towards you. His emerald eyes burn with fury, if looks could kill you would have been long gone. He takes his hand and grabs your face, causing your cheeks to smoosh together from the force of his grip. He holds you against the wall with his left hand on your shoulder and his knee in between your legs, closing the space between you two. He leans in closer to your face, through his clenched teeth he shouts, " Didn't I tell you not to follow me?!". You get nervous and try to free your face from the grip of his right hand, just for him to hold your face tighter to make you look at him.

Satan's outbursts made you nervous at times, but you were never truly afraid of him. Even at his worst, you never failed to see the beauty in this misunderstood demon. Even in his wrathful grip, you notice how his golden locks perfectly frame his face, his beautiful deep green eyes and how they shimmer in the dimmest of lights. Though never being an angel, his angelic features make you swoon at the sight of them. With him this close to you, feel a warmth grow in between your legs and a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. "S-Satan, please. You need to calm down." you whisper between your smooshed cheeks.

Thanks to Satan's demon powers, he can smell the arousal pouring off of you. " You find this attractive!? You find this irate, spiteful, heinous demon amusing?!" he shouts as his horns sprout through his hair, transforming into his demon form. He grabs you by your torso and throws you across the room on to his bed, knocking whatever books were left on the sheets on to the floor. You gasp at the landing, arms and legs splayed out on his bed; eyes widen with shock. He lunges on top of you, propping himself up with his hands and knees at the sides of your body and looks down on you. " You foolish human, you need to learn how to listen. When The Avatar of Wrath commands you not to follow, you obey his commands." he says as he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, contrasting the angry look in his eyes. You lean into his touch, completely captivated by his beauty and gentle stroke. He moves his soft hand from your cheek the suddenly shoots his hand down to your top, ripping your shirt and bra off your body in one go. " You make me so angry at times, you know that MC?" he says in a calm voice as he trails a single finger down between your breast, gliding down your torso to the hem of your pants. You shiver at his touch, biting your lip and breathing deeper. You press your thighs together in suspense. " Sometimes... you make me.... very angry....". He grips the waistband of both your underwear and pants and again, rips the clothing off your body to shreds.

He grabs your throat and squeezes just enough to constrict your breathing. With his other hand, he plants a hard smack across your cheek. Your eyes well up as you fight for air, spreading your legs and getting your slick on his sheets beneath you. With him gripping your throat with his left hand, he takes his right hand between your legs and rams three fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a constricted moan. " You like making me angry, don't you?" he taunts as he begins drilling your pussy with his slender fingers. He drills his fingers inside of you, pressing down on your g spot. You cry out as you squirm in the overstimulating pleasure. Your head becomes dizzy and your vision is faded from your tears.

He lets go of your throat to move his other hand down to your heat, slapping your clit with force as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. You throw your head back and let out an ear-piercing moan, spreading your legs apart and arching your back, pathetically begging for more without saying a single word. The room fills with your pleasured screeches and the wet slapping of your clip against his palm. When satisfied on how abused your pussy looks, he stands up and takes off his clothes. With you laying on your back, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head to the edge of the bed he's standing next to. With your face turned to his throbbing cock, he slides it down your throat and fucks your face. He bobs your head back and forth by your hair, ignoring your slurpy gags and tears running down your cheeks. Your face is turned to its side so all you can do it looks up at him with glassy eyes and drool dripping out of your mouth, allowing him to use your throat as his personal pocket pussy.

He shoves your face into his pelvis, releasing his hot seed down your throat with a grunt between his teeth. He pulls his dick out of your mouth and pulls you off of his bed by your hair, making you stand up properly. He walks over to his bookshelf that stands about 4 feet tall and pushes all his books off onto the floor. He then gets behind you and with one hard shove, you land on the bookshelf on your stomach and ass in the air. He grabs a fistful of your hair again and with his dick pressed in between your ass cheeks, he leans over and whispers "Why must I abuse you to teach you not to provoke the embodiment of Wrath?". He bites down on your earlobe as he rams his dick into your heat. You gasp as you grip on to the lip of the bookshelf. You hang your head down as your knuckles turn white from gripping the aged wood. His dick is so deep in your guts, you feel it practically punching your lungs. He pulls on to your hair causing your neck to bend backwards as far as it can physically go. Your throat is now exposed, and your eyes are fixed on to Satan behind you. He begins fucking you on the bookshelf with all his force, shoving two fingers down your throat. He presses down on the back of your tongue, enjoying the view of you gaging and drooling while watching your crying eyes lock into his gaze. Despite the force coming from behind you, as well as sensation of being gagged, you arch your back and take all of his dick, enjoying the abuse. " What a good girl you are" he purrs in a breathy groan as he runs his fingers across your tongue. He lets go of your hair, and with both hands, he hooks his fingers inside of your mouth and pulls you closer into his thrusts by the inside of your cheeks. With your mouth forced open, there is no concealing the whimpery moans coming from you. You become weak in the knees and you reach your peak, eyes rolling to the back of your head as drool drips from your mouth and on to his hands. Once you've finished, he pulls out of you as you lay limp on his bookshelf. Satan has returned back to his human form, the fiery glow of wrath now gone from his eyes. He picks you up like a rag doll and carries you to his bed. Now that Satan as successfully released his pent of anger on to your abused pussy, he spends the rest of the night reading to you the soppiest of love stories. Despite his roughness, he's thankful you aren't very good at following commands. He'll remember that next time he tells you not to follow.

[khr-guilded-cage]

Fon was the Strongest Storm, the title wasn’t just empty praise. He had fought battles that shook the underground, held his ground against the most dangerous fighters in the mafia world, and stood as the Fastest among the Arcobaleno. No one had ever truly outclassed him—not in speed, not in strength, not in sheer mastery.

But this girl, this slip of a young woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty, was dismantling him.

He barely dodged as her fist tore through the air, a shockwave rippling from the force of her swing. The impact missed him but struck the stone wall behind him, reducing it to rubble. His mind raced as he leaped back, already feeling the strain.

She wasn’t just faster than him—she was unthinkably faster. Her movements were fluid, sharp, and utterly relentless, a storm he couldn’t keep up with. Fon prided himself on his speed, yet against her, it felt like he was moving in slow motion.

“How is this possible?” he thought, his chest heaving. His Storm Flames flickered around him as he prepared to counter, but even with all his focus, he could barely track her. Every step she took was precise and unpredictable, her attacks hitting with a power that defied logic.

He blocked a kick aimed at his head, the impact rattling his arms and nearly sending him to his knees. It wasn’t just her speed. Her strength was unreal—more than enough to shatter bones and crush his defenses.

Fon’s mind reeled. He was the Storm Arcobaleno, the Fastest, a master of 108 martial arts, and the only neutral enforcer for the Triad. He had taken down warriors twice her size and age, crushed opponents with years more experience, and emerged unscathed countless times. Yet this girl...

She moved with a fluidity that seemed almost unnatural, and her power—her presence—was on a different level entirely. He couldn't even see her moving! How could she defeat him so easily? What was she?

Tian laughed as she danced back, white hair swaying like silk. Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement, and the smirk on her face was infuriatingly confident. “Is this all the ‘Strongest Storm’ can do? You’re disappointing me, Feng.”

He narrowed his eyes, refusing to let her mockery get to him, though the words stung. She knew who he was, yet he knew nothing about her. No whispers in the underground, no rumors in the mafia world, not even a hint of her existence. How could someone so powerful have remained completely hidden?

“Who are you?” he demanded, voice sharp as he darted forward, launching a rapid flurry of strikes. She dodged every single one with ease, as if she already knew where he was aiming.

“Oh, just someone who got bored and decided to see what all the fuss was about,” she replied lightly, effortlessly avoiding his attacks. Her speed was staggering, her movements so quick and seamless that even his trained eyes struggled to follow.

Fon gritted his teeth, trying to close the distance. He was the Fastest Arcobaleno. His speed and precision had taken down enemies that others would have called invincible. Yet she was untouchable.

She slipped past his defenses again, a blur of motion, and landed a strike against his shoulder that sent him skidding across the ground. Pain radiated through him as he steadied himself, his pride taking a heavier blow than his body.

“How is she this fast? How is she this strong?” His mind raced for answers, but none came. The title of Strongest Storm felt hollow against her raw power, her speed, and her precision. It wasn’t just that she was faster and stronger—she was far beyond what should have been possible.

“Really, Wind Dragon?” she teased, tilting her head as if bored. “Is this the best you’ve got? I expected more from someone with such a flashy title.”

He bristled at her words but couldn’t deny the truth in them. She wasn’t just mocking him; she was completely in control of the fight.

“And you call yourself a dragon?” she added with a laugh. “What a joke. You’re no dragon, just a man pretending to be one.”

Fon’s breath hitched. Her words hit deeper than they should have. “Who are you?” he finally asked, the question burning in his throat.

Her grin widened, and for a moment, he saw something in her eyes—something ancient, untamed, and utterly other. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said, her voice dripping with playful malice.

Fon clenched his fists, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was facing. He didn’t know what she was or where she came from, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t just a fight. It was a lesson. Someone probally send this young Storm to beat him up. And for the first time in years, Fon realized he wasn’t the strongest in the room.

Fon steadied himself, his breathing ragged as his muscles screamed in protest. His mind, usually so calm and clear, was clouded with frustration and confusion. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was completely out of his depth.

Tian, meanwhile, looked as though she hadn’t even broken a sweat. She stood a few paces away, her stance relaxed, her mocking grin never faltering. Her white hair shimmered in the dim light, giving her an almost ethereal quality that made Fon’s unease grow.

“You’re slowing down,” she said with a teasing lilt, tilting her head as if observing a particularly unremarkable opponent. “Is that all you’ve got, Ah-Feng? Surely the ‘Fastest Arcobaleno’ can do better.”

He clenched his fists, forcing his Storm Flames to flare brighter around him. He had faced impossible odds before. He had trained under the harshest conditions, fought enemies who were considered untouchable, and won. He wouldn’t back down now—not to her, not to anyone.

With a sharp breath, he launched forward, faster this time, pushing his body to its absolute limit. His strikes came faster, harder, each one aimed to overwhelm her defenses.

But she didn’t even flinch.

Tian moved with an effortless grace, sidestepping, ducking, and weaving through his attacks as though she were merely dancing. Her movements were fluid, almost lazy, as if she wasn’t even trying.

And then she countered.

In a blur, she closed the gap between them, her palm slamming into his chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, skidding across the ground until he collided with a stone pillar. The impact made the structure crack and crumble, but Fon barely registered it over the searing pain in his ribs.

“That’s it?” Tian said, her tone mocking as she walked toward him. “I thought you were supposed to be the strongest Storm. I’ve met hurricanes more impressive than you.”

Fon coughed, blood staining his lips as he struggled to his feet. His pride refused to let him stay down, even as his body screamed for him to stop.

“You’re holding back,” he said through gritted teeth, glaring at her. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.

Tian’s grin widened, and she spread her arms theatrically. “Oh, you noticed? Good. I’d hate for this to be too easy.”

He barred his teeth, his flames flickering dangerously around him. “Who are you? Are you from the Triads?”

She chuckled, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she said, echoing her earlier taunt. Then her expression shifted, her smile sharpening into something more feral, more dangerous.

“But I’ll tell you this, little dragon,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re not the strongest. You never were. You just lived in a world small enough to make you believe that.”

Fon’s breath caught at her words. There was something in the way she said them, something that sent a chill down his spine.

Before he could respond, she darted forward again, faster than before. He barely had time to react, raising his arms to block, but her kick tore through his defenses like paper. The force sent him crashing to the ground, and this time, he didn’t get up immediately.

Tian crouched beside him, her grin returning to its playful edge. “Don’t take it too hard, Ah-Feng. It’s not your fault you’re out of your league.”

He glared at her, frustration and confusion warring in his mind. She was faster, stronger, and entirely unknown to him. Someone like her should have been impossible to overlook, yet here she was, an enigma who had completely outclassed him.

As he struggled to rise, Tian leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But don’t worry,” she said, her tone almost conspiratorial. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

Fon froze, his eyes locked on hers, waiting for her to continue.

“You call yourself the ‘Wind Dragon,’” she said, a chuckle escaping her lips. “But the ancient dragons would be insulted for such claim. And you’re nothing more than a shadow of one.”

With that, she stood and turned, walking away as if their fight had never mattered to her. Casually slaughtering a few more of arrogant Triad members who tries to attack her.

Fon remained on the ground, his mind reeling. Ancient Dragons? He couldn’t afford to think for too long, not as Tian came back, still smilling down at Fon, standing amidst the chaos of the slaughtered Triad base. Blood pooled around him as he kneeled, struggling to steady his breath. Every movement felt like it came with an immense weight.

The blood from his wounds stained the floor, but Fon couldn't focus on the pain. His mind was racing, still reeling from the fight he'd just endured. Tian’s presence was overwhelming, like a storm in human form, and he was struggling to keep up with her every move. His breathing was ragged, and his vision was blurred, but he could still feel the weight of her mocking eyes on him.

Then, he feel as something shifted in the air—a subtle change that sent a cold shiver down his spine.

A figure appeared in front of him—blocking the view of the white-haired girl who had so easily outclassed him. Fon's eyes snapped up, startled, to see the very last person he expected.

It was Skull, the Cloud Arcobaleno

Skull de Mort

Their stuntman, their civilian Cloud, his fellow Arcobaleno stepped in front of him, blocking Tian’s path. Fon blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with the sight in front of him. Is that a hallucination? What was he doing here?

His posture was casual, too casual for someone standing in front of the monster who had just decimated an entire base, yet Skull’s presence radiated an unshakable calm. Fon could feel the confusion knotting tighter in his chest.

"Skull?" The Storm muttered, his voice hoarse. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Skull simply smirked and put one hand on his hip. "Is that any way to greet an old friend, Fon?"

The monster in question's mocking smile faded slightly as she looked at Skull. There was a strange pause in the air, a shift that made the atmosphere thicken.

Tian faltered for just a second, her smile wavering as she looked down at Skull, her demeanor shifting from casual confidence to something more calculating. Fon’s confusion only deepened. He had never seen Skull take a step into the middle of anything like this, and yet here he was, standing firm, placing himself between Tian and Fon like some kind of wall. Fon couldn't fathom how a man with so little presence could stand in the way of someone like Tian.

The martial artist leaned silently against the wall, his sharp eyes watching as Tian turned her attention to Skull. The air shifted, charged with tension. The white-haired girl, who had overwhelmed Fon mere hours ago, now stood before the self-proclaimed “Immortal Stuntman,” her crimson gaze narrowing as though evaluating him.

“Eblis,” she said suddenly, her voice laced with both mockery and something almost... reverent.

Fon’s brow furrowed. Eblis? What nonsense was this? His gaze flicked to Skull, whose usually relaxed demeanor had hardened. Skull didn’t flinch at the name, but Fon caught the subtle tightening of his shoulders, the faint flicker of recognition in his eyes.

“Back off, little lizard,” Skull said, his tone even but edged with...something.

Tian tilted her head, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Still playing the weak fool, are you? I wonder if any of them have a clue who you really are, Eblis.”

Fon’s confusion deepened. Skull—Skull, the weakest, most unassuming of the Arcobaleno—wasn’t fazed by this powerhouse of a woman. More than that, Tian, who had reduced Fon himself to a mere nothing, spoke to Skull as though she were speaking to an equal... or perhaps even something more.

“You’re pushing your luck,” Skull said, his voice low but firm.

Fon’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the subtle shift in Tian’s demeanor. It was slight, but she took a step back, her usual arrogance dimmed by an unmistakable wariness. The girl who had toyed with Fon in battle now looked at Skull with the kind of respect born from knowledge, the kind of caution that came from knowing exactly what stood before her.

“Relax,” Tian said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “I’m not here to stir up trouble. But I have to admit, seeing you play the bumbling idiot is almost entertaining.”

“Leave,” Skull said sharply, his voice brooking no argument.

Tian chuckled softly, the sound light but lacking its usual bite. “As you wish, Al-Rajim.” She turned on her heel, sparing a final glance at Fon before striding away.

Fon straightened, his mind racing as he watched Skull silently stare after her. Eblis. The word echoed in his head, bringing with it questions he had never thought to ask about the man who was supposedly the weakest among them.

Skull, who had always been dismissed as a weakest, had somehow made a girl like Tian—a force who outclassed even Fon himself—step back with nothing more than a look.

“Skull,” Fon said carefully, his voice calm but probing. “What.”

Skull didn’t turn, his gaze still fixed in the direction Tian had gone. After a long moment, he simply said, “Nothing you need to worry about, Fon.”

But the undercurrent in his voice told Fon otherwise. For the first time, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew about their Cloud.