#wacky dip

[jayjay-barnes]

Masicka sumfest 2023 🫡🐊🐊🐊🐊‼️

[deewithani]

Tumblr ads this morning think I need to bake some bread and grow some weed.

[krytus]

some villain: i need you to build the ultimate evil weapon for me to do evil things

tony: ok.

tony: ill just need some specific materials and total privacy

villain: ok

tony: [builds iron man suit]

villain: :o

[im-still-a-robot]

Accidentally finding new songs by an artist you love

[deepspacesatellite]

f]chert

[circularcheez-it]

YOU WANNA KNOW MY TRUTH ABOUT ICE CREAM SHOPS ? I DISLIKE MOST OF THEM. THERE I SAID IT.

OK I LOVE ICREAM alright ? AND I love places that provide it.

SPecifically my fridge where it is much cheaper to buy a carton of ice cream to enjoy more frequently and more cheaply and most importantly the closelst anyway

aka pretty freaking hared to top cause ice cream also is gas and a long way away

also CLOSED like most of the year cause they deem that only certain months are suitable for ice cream (yes i know its expensive and thats why they dont do it, and ya ya i dont hate that for them in practice because ya gotta do what ya gotta do its a dont hate the player hate the game and the game is capitalism) BUT EITHER WAY I DISLIKE IT.

number THRE REASON I DISLIKE THEM and MOST IMPORTANTLY MOST OF THEM JUST USE THE SAME DAMN CHEAP ICE CREAM.

LIKE why would I go to an ice cream shop, and buy the same thing I could get in a store ? ANd dont give me that bullshit about how you wont finish a whole carton of ice cream in your fridge/ or youd get bored of the flavor. WHo are you people????? Non Ice cream enjoying weirdos ????? undisciplined heathens ???? Just enjoy chocolate for two weeks and excitedly wait for strawberry week????/ I mean have you SEE a kroger ? or Meijer? or Walmart? or ALdis ? Ice cream isle ? each of those cartons depending on which size you buy is like maybe 4-8 bowls (idk your ice cream habits). But like you cant finish 4-8 ish bowls of ice cream in like a month ? Llike thats so many days of not wanting dessert. Or having a shitty day at work but hey theres ice cream so I can keep on going. Have. you. heard. of. floats. ? those fuckers rule. any liquid + Ice cream. Grab straw. Enjoy. Do you drink milk ? (shut up lactose intolerants how did you even get this far ? ) anyway. Need to use up that milk before it gets bad (if that happens to people ? idk who doesnt just enjoy a good glass of refreshing milk every once in a while. whats it like in those funny little brains of yours it must be so dull. Also Got fruit ? boom Smoothie.

*cough*

ANyway.

But for real tho. The only actullly good ice cream shops are either:

Mom and Pop/ Household name/pop ups that creates their own ice cream and therefore have an actual unique product and recipe.(These usually stay open all year long, sometimes doubling as chocolate making places, cause ya know similar ingredients and probably cheaper to make for their ice cream)

2. Places that make funky soft serve. Ya know what I'm talking about, the ones that can make cool blended stuff and dip cones in boiling hard blue rasberry chocolate casings with sprinkles. the ones that tast like baseball and summer and 11 and make your teeth hurt and you fuckin g love it.

otherwise ? I dont give a shit. fuck off dairy queen, and tofts, and places that pretend to be number 2 but sell tofts. AT THE VERY LEAST. you could still sell a small buisness's brand of ice cream. LIKE COME ON ! its possible !! in my home town two separate gas sations/convienience stores sold ice cream from creameries from the state.

IM NOT PAYING 9 DOLLARS FOR A CONE OF TOFTS ICE CREAM, WHEN I CAN BUY A QUART OF IT AT MEIJER. COME ON BIG ICE CREAM GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

AND DOUBLE FUCK YOU TO THE SYSTEM THAT RUINS EVERYTHING

[comradecowplant]

Goal for 2024/j113 is to convince every one of my followers who like & reblog my gay jokes and art images but never interact with the communist posts to consider the possibility that the DPRK isn't an evil comic book villian country, and if we can achive that & open our minds enough, maybe even convince you that stalwart resistance to global imperial hegemony that has survived for decades despite the world's superpowers doing everything to literally starve them out of existence is actually pretty damn cool 🇰🇵

[midnightcrustcat]

more oc art

also some felts hehe :DDD

[thetripwalker]

I created this piece for @premeditatedshitbag 's fic A Gem Dipped in Blood! I am proud to have been a part of the 2024 Sonic the Hedgehog!

Be sure to check out the story on Ao3! If you're a fan of classic detective stories, the wacky antics of Team Chaotix or just the fascinating world of Sonic the Hedgehog I guarantee you won't be disappointed!

Also be sure to check out the other talented artists who lent their talents in bringing this story to life!

@o-kai @clawcakes and @chacolachao

[inbabylontheywept]

how did you get married? how did you recover from the minion halloween and be able to look another human in the eyes? i could never i would wilt like a deflated wacky wavy balloon guy dipped in soy sauce then left in the nevadan summer

i think you're underestimating how tough you are. you probably haven't had a day quite as shit as the minion incident yet, and that's great, but the unfortunate thing i'm gonna tell you is that one day you will have a day that's worse. so much worse. one day, you will wake up, and you'll be going about your business, and you get a call only to learn that someone died.

the first time you get that call, it'll probably be a grandparent. and you'll get one or two, three tops more of those, and you'll think you're getting the hang of things, and then it will be your parents. then after that, and i am so sorry to hit you with this, it will be your siblings, or your spouse, or your friends. each round will feel like it killed you, and it won't be until the next that you realized the one before was a warning shot.

any one of those by itself is going to make the minion incident feel like the highschool shit that it was, and each time that happens, you're going to keep on living. you'll have a few weeks to grieve, but when it's done, you'll still have to go to work, and cook your own meals, and clean your own house. you'll still be alive. and maybe that's all you'll be for a while - alive - but you'll find ways to become more than that. you'll be up to your eyes with grief, and your coworker will stop you one day and just give you a hug, and you'll take it, because for once in your life you won’t be too proud to let someone care. or you'll be in your apartment, going to grab your mail, and your neighbor will be out there, and they'll wave to you a little, and maybe you never talked to them before, but you’ll have your chance to talk to them then. and you'll take it, because fuck, nothing makes you realize how much you have left to lose quite like loss.

i got married because the minion incident didn't destroy me. people don't get destroyed that often. if almost every makes it through burying their parents, then almost everyone could also survive showing up to a bootycall in yellow bodypaint and overalls. and yes, it was embarrassing, but the sun rose the next day, and i got up, and i brushed my teeth, and i went to school, and i cried a little at lunch when i told my academic decathlon friends about it, and they told me it wasn't my fault, and i told them that i knew that, it just sucked anyway. and they got it. and then the day after that was easier. and the day after that, easier still. and occasionally bad things happened, but even afterwards, life carried on. eventually, i graduated highschool. i went to college. i kept meeting interesting and kind people. i met my wife, and she was both, and i couldn't help but fall in love with her.

i got a little head start on seeing the way life goes on after a disaster, but not by much. i'm going to live through worse. you're going to live through worse. and every time the world ends, we're gonna wake up the day after, wash off the emotional vomit, and keep moving forward.

[deludedfantasy]

Once Upon a Time in Hopeland is my hands down my FAVORITE episode of Tristamp. And my favorite sequence is the really trippy psychedelic experimentation scene.

The wacky colors, the eerie music, the absolutely haunting sound of child Wolfwood panting in pain come together so so so well. We're at once getting the horror of his situation and the unreality of it without dipping too far into gore.

The abrupt transition from 2D to 3D hits so hard. It draws a really stark line between the softness of his childhood world and the brutality of this his current one where he's both physically and metaphorically been forced to grow up too quickly.

Also note how this shots of Wolfwood's face are mirrored before and after the experiments. I love me a good parallel.

Actually, we do get a bit of gore and it's all the more haunting and disturbing for the fact that we only get a small glimpse. The way Wolfwood's body is outlined in blood sprays is just...horrifying. Imagining what must have happened as his body broke and shifted too quickly is almost worse than actually seeing it.

@tristampparty

[missmonsters2]

Mirror, Mirror | Three

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

PART TWO

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Certain thoughts and feelings are starting to arise in Wanda whenver she looks at you (god forbid she touches you). Despite these feelings, Wanda has no idea how to shift the dynamic. Resigned, Wanda knows she needs to ask for help and the advice she gets is probably going to land her in another bizzare plan.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

Note: another wacky plan that probably is gonna get Wanda in trouble LOL

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Wanda lays with her arm behind her head, staring at the ceiling while she waits for you to finish in the bathroom. 

This was an opportunity, wasn't it?

Alone at night, in one bed, in close proximity—this would be the perfect opportunity for Wanda to make a move, isn't it? The perfect opportunity to create some sexual tension so that you'd look at Wanda differently. 

So...so, should she—Wanda gulps—cuddle you?

You and Wanda have cuddled many times in the past. It was nice to have someone to snuggle up to when watching a movie; the habit slid right into place so easily. 

But those times had been innocent. Wanda hadn't been thinking anything about it other than how comforting it was. 

Now—Wanda's thinking about other things. Touching would be exciting—exhilarating, even. 

Yet, the more Wanda thinks about it, the more rigid she becomes. 

Should she...should she just try to wrap her arms around you like usual? Or should she try to get a little frisky and "accidentally" let her fingers trail underneath your shirt?

Wanda blushes so hard, rolling over completely, and pushes her face into her pillow. She screws her eyes shut. 

God, she wanted to scream. 

"Are you trying to suffocate yourself to go to sleep?"

The sudden voice makes Wanda turn over. You enter the room with a tiny smile on your lips as you toss your worn clothes onto a chair in the corner. Your PJs consist of a worn-in oversized t-shirt and shorts, though Wanda knows the shorts are mostly for her sake as you prefer to sleep without them. 

Oh, if you only knew Wanda had absolutely no qualms about you sleeping without them. In fact, to be generous, Wanda could insist you sleep without your shirt, too. 

Wanda takes a deep breath, trying to will the blood in her cheeks to leave. Her head is slightly dizzy from the thoughts.  

"You know how I am if I wake up in the middle of the night," Wanda sits up and replies wryly, clearing her throat as it's suddenly dry. 

You grab a water bottle from your desk, opening it to take a sip before you close it and toss it towards her. Wanda catches it, opening it immediately to take a gulp of water. She stares at you as you apply chapstick to your lips for the night before you shut off the lights and make your way toward the bed. 

In the dark, Wanda feels her heart start to race with anticipation. The bed dips, and Wanda takes a shaky breath as she closes the water bottle and sets it aside. She lays back, staring at the ceiling, hearing your soft sigh of contentment of finally being in bed. 

You're lying on your side facing Wanda, but when she turns her head to the side, your eyes are closed as you breathe steadily, trying to fall asleep.

Wanda swallows. She wants things to change so badly. Wanda wants you to look at her differently, to notice that as the blueprint to your type, you could just have the original—if that was what this is all about.

So, Wanda turns on her side, blood pumping in her ears, making it nearly impossible to hear anything as she shuffles closer to you. You've only been on one date with Raye, and it didn't even end with sex. It's not cheating, Wanda tells herself. It's really not. 

When Wanda's face to face with you, her limbs almost feel numb. She wants to do something, but she doesn't even know what. The more she thinks about being bold, the shyer she's getting. 

Wanda's starting to chicken out. 

Wanda's hand pauses right in the middle of the space between you two. 

This is so stupid, Wanda thinks. She's never going to be more to you than just a friend. You're never going to think about her the way she thinks about you. You—

Fingers slide between hers, grasping her hand flat against the bed. 

"Do you remember the first time we had a sleepover?" Your voice carries through the quiet of the night, somehow gentle but crisp as it makes its way to Wanda's ears. 

"You mean when I cried because I'd never slept anywhere other than at home and was scared of the dark?" Wanda replies wryly. 

Those days were long gone, and right now, she's grateful the dark can hide her red cheeks. 

You laugh. "Yeah, but then you still didn't want to leave and made me hold your hand the entire night."

Wanda groans, caught between wanting to pull her hand away in embarrassment but liking the feel of your hand too much.

"I remember holding your hand so seriously because I couldn't let my best friend be so sad, especially after she wanted to stay despite crying," you chuckle quieter this time. "I kind of miss those days; they were simpler."

"What do you mean?" Wanda feels you stroking the back of her hand with your index finger in a small line.

"Back then, you used to cry about the dark and scraped knees, and I could make it better by just holding your hand. Now, you cry about boys breaking your heart and homesickness, and you're still sad after I hold your hand," You sigh like it's your fault.

"I'm not sad," Wanda insists, a whine in her tone. 

"That's why you crawled into my bed at midnight?" Even though Wanda can't see, she can tell you have your brow raised. 

"Maybe I just want you to hold me," Wanda bravely says. Her heart is doing that thing again, and she thinks she might actually be entering into cardiac arrest. The cowardly part of her backs out and softens the statement. "Maybe at 14, hand-holding was enough to solve the dark and scraped knees, but as adults, we need something else."

It's quiet, and for a second, Wanda thinks she might've made a terrible decision and wants to burst out crying. Her words are caught in her throat, and her breathing feels shallow. Even though she doesn't really want to, she's about to tell you she's just joking, but you move closer.

It's slow as if you're trying to be careful not to make the wrong move, like accidentally kneeing her in the crotch. You move like you're trying to make sure everything slots together perfectly. 

The hand-holding is gone with her arms over your waist, and yours are over hers. Your hand settles loosely against her back, the warmth of your palm seeping through her shirt. Her face is pressed against your chest, and the embrace is warm. 

Wanda doesn't know what to feel; it's too much at once. She feels warm, nervous, horny, content, and mostly dizzy. 

"So, you admit you are sad," you joke quietly in the dark. "I knew it, you lying brat."

Despite the dizziness, Wanda gumbles, "I'm not sad, you stinky accuser."

"So, you don't feel better then?"

There's a moment of silence again. Wanda doesn't know how to quite articulate how she's feeling. She is better, she supposes. But she also feels crazier. 

"Yeah, this is better," Wanda manages to say. "14-year-old us wouldn't even be able to wrap our heads around this."

Your chest rises and falls in quick succession with laughter. "Oh my god, shut up and sleep."

Wanda mutters something, but it's completely unintelligible. Time passes too quickly, and Wanda slowly starts falling asleep again. 

It's not quite the sexual tension she hoped for, but this was just as good. 

"Just a heads up, I expect to be the little spoon at some point. Return the favor, brat."

Wanda smiles. No, this was perfect.

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Wanda takes a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter close momentarily. 

She knows she can't delay this anymore. Wanda's hit a wall in her progress, and she needs to admit that she doesn't know what she's doing anymore—not that she really knew what she was doing in the first place.

This was going to change everything—somehow make it more real. The thought of it makes Wanda somewhat glum, but she resigns herself before she takes another breath and rings the doorbell. 

Wanda hears footsteps approaching the door before it opens, and Natasha stands there with an iced coffee in her hand. 

"Oh, Wanda," she blinks in surprise, "I didn't expect to see you."

"Really?" Wanda asks dryly. "Even after you texted me that you were bored with nothing to do today 6 times in a row this morning?"

"Yes, and like the terrible friend you are, you were pointedly ignoring it," Natasha raises her brow at Wanda.

"I wasn't ignoring it," Wanda denies. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Natasha snorts but then opens her door wider, stepping to the side to let Wanda in. Once inside, they make their way to the kitchen, and Natasha begins fixing Wanda a cup of cold brew.

"Want anything in it?"

"Do you have oat milk?"

Natasha hums absently, but Wanda knows the redhead heard her. As her drink is being made, Wanda taps her fingers against the counter, feeling the nerves thrum against her veins. She's unsure how to bring it up but doesn't want to beat around the bush. There's a time crunch, and Wanda can't afford to waste any more time. 

"Natasha," Wanda says just as Natasha sets her cup down. "I'm in love with—"

"Bug?" Natasha cuts in. "Yeah, I know."

Wanda's jaw drops. "What?" She says before she slumps in her seat. "Is it because of our phone call a couple of weeks ago, or did you suspect all along?"

"No, I mean, kind of yes," Natasha scrunches her nose. "I don't know if I would say I suspected all along. You've always been close to Bug, but she was always quick to correct anyone back then that you were just friends, and to be fair, nothing happened. I think soulmates can exist as friends too." 

Wanda purses her lips but nods, and Natasha gives her a smile.

"But," Natasha interjects. "I did start to suspect after our phone call. I mean, you and Bug do everything together, so honestly, I wasn't that shocked if you both wanted to get married at the same time and live in houses next to each other. I think it was more the fact of how upset you got."

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples.

"But mostly, I knew because Yelena told me."

"What!?" Wanda squawks. "She wasn't supposed to tell anyone!"

"I'm not anyone," Natasha sticks her tongue out. "I'm her sister. We gossip almost daily."

"Ugh, did she tell you—"

"How you took her on the worst date of her life and stalked Bug and Raye? Yeah," Natasha looks sympathetic. "I'm glad you went home instead of waiting outside while they did it."

"They didn't do it!" Wanda jumps up in her seat. "Apparently Raye got hung up on a phone call, so it didn't happen and she came home."

"Oh, really?" Natasha's brow scrunches together. "Raye—"

"What?" Wanda interjects. "Is Raye saying they slept together? What a dirty liar—"

"God, no—" Natasha rolls her eyes. "Calm the fuck down, jeez. Raye didn't say they did, but she didn't say they didn't either. Unfortunately, you won't be able to use that as an excuse to break them up."

Wanda groans, slumping back into her chair again. She reaches for her cold brew and sips at it dejectedly. 

"So, spill," Natasha prods. "After all these years, why did you suddenly get a change in feelings? Is that why you ended things with Vision on Yelena's birthday?"

"I don't know if it's sudden," Wanda mumbles but launches into a long monologue of everything that's happened since Stupid Steve dropped the information bomb on her and every single thought that accompanied each event.  

45 long minutes pass before Wanda finishes with how she's been more cuddly the last week but is having trouble moving past that. 

"Have you managed to create any sexual tension?"

"No," Wanda sighs frustratedly. "I don't know what to do! In our years of friendship, I've changed in front of her before and worn sexy outfits, and we already have physical affection between us. Nothing has ever happened and it was never weird. I don't know how to change things!"

"Why don't you just confess to her?" Natasha asks with a tilt of her head.

Wanda scoffs as if that's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. "Because she only sees me as a friend, so I can't confess until she sees me as a potential partner. It will clearly boost the odds of my confession being accepted, duh."

"Right," Natasha replies dryly. 

"So?" Wanda taps her nails on the counter impatiently. "Do you have any advice or should I ask Yelena?"

"As if," Natasha snorts. "Yelena's idea of flirting is bullying. It's a miracle that Kate hasn't tried to cancel her on social media. I highly doubt Yelena's method will work for you."

"So, what should I do?" Wanda laments. 

Natasha hums. "I guess it's true you've been friends so long that normal things other people would do wouldn't work for you. She has seen you in so many sexy clubbing outfits and hasn't done anything, and unless you start groping her private bits, I don't think physical touch will spark anything new."

"This is great advice," Wanda says sarcastically.

"But do you know how to make those things work?" Natasha asks, rolling her eyes at Wanda's tone. "You need to make her aware that you could potentially be hers."

"I've literally just said—"

"Right now, you're just her best friend that's probably going to end up dating another guy. And as long as she thinks that, those things will never work because in her brain, she can only see you as a friend," Natasha cuts Wanda off. 

"Okay, so..." Wanda drags out so that Natasha will continue on. This was making sense and leading somewhere!

"So, there's two new things you need to add to your relationship," Natasha pauses. "Awareness and jealousy—and not the jealousy like 6 years ago when you thought that exchange student was replacing you as her best friend."

"In my defense, Shuri was trying to," Wanda gripes.

"You know what you need to do?" Natasha ignores Wanda's comment. 

"What?" Wanda asks warily because Natasha has that smile on her face. And when she gets that smile, something crazy is about to come out of her mouth.

"Tony and Pepper's 10-year anniversary party is next Saturday, right? You need to bring a date. A girl date," Natasha grins. 

"But I don't want to date other girls," Wanda groans. "Plus, how am I supposed to get a girl to go on a date with me if I need to tell her it's actually to make someone else jealous. That's literally terrible to hide."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Natasha waves her hand nonchalantly. "I have a coworker who can help. She owes me one, so she'll do it without actually expecting anything."

Wanda is in disbelief. 

Natasha then perks up. "Actually, this is perfect because to really open up Bug's eyes, the person you go on a date with should be similar to her. Then, she'll think about how she could be dating you. This coworker is perfect for it; she's nice, if a little sarcastic, and has similar humor."

"Is she hot?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah, of course she is. I can't set you up with an uggo. That would never make her jealous."

"And she's into girls?"

"Yeah, she's single right now, though."

Wanda's eye twitches. 

"What?"

Wanda tries to take a calming breath before nearly yelling, "Why didn't you set up Raye with your other coworker then!?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you'd fallen for her at that point?" Natasha winces.

It's a fair point, a completely valid one to make, but Wanda still holds a grudge against Nat for putting Raye in your path. 

"Also, why does your company have so many sad, single coworkers? I mean, I guess you're also single—"

"Don't get mean, or else I won't help you go shopping for a dress."

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Another few days pass, and Wanda finds herself taking deep breaths to give herself courage again. 

Natasha just texted her that the coworker, Darcy, confirmed she was available, and everything was set. 

So now, Wanda just has to work up the nerve to tell you she has a date for Tony and Pepper's party. A girl date. 

"So," Wanda's voice is slightly shaky. The two of you are eating dinner while watching some trashy reality TV show that Wanda can't even focus on right now. Wanda wishes she hadn't said anything because now she doesn't know what else to say. "Are you, uh, excited for Tony and Pepper's party?"

You don't take your eyes off the TV, completely invested in what is happening even though you never watch reality TV on your own. 

"Yeah," you answer. "Raye will be back in town, and I'm bringing her along."

Wanda chokes on the potato that's just starting to slide down her throat. You turn over to look at her with concern as she grabs her drink. 

"You okay?" 

"Wrong pipe," Wanda gasps as she clears her throat. "What were you saying? Raye's coming with you?"

You smile, "Yeah, she's back in town later this week, but my photoshoots conflict with her schedule until the party."

"Awesome," Wanda grits out through her teeth with a forced smile. Suddenly, all that missing courage builds up in Wanda, along with pettiness. "That brings me to the fact I wanted to tell you I have a date to the party too."

"Oh?" You pause the TV, fully accepting that neither of you is watching it now with the conversation at hand. "Who's the lucky lad?"

Wanda actually hesitates. A part of her is nervous to tell you, even though she knows you'd never think of her differently or judge her. She sometimes wonders what's going on in her brain because if Wanda actually got with you, it would inevitably mean you'd know she was into girls. 

Or was she just into you?

Now was so not the time to be trying to figure this out, Wanda swallows. 

"Uh," Wanda starts, feeling a little sweaty. "It's actually with a girl. Natasha is introducing me to someone."

There's silence for a moment, and Wanda's gripping her plate of food so hard, even if she's trying to pretend she's not. In an attempt to take the pressure off herself, she stares pointedly down at her plate. 

Wanda's heart still feels like it will leap out of her chest and run to her bedroom to hide under her pillow.

"You're into girls?" You finally say after a long moment of silence.

"I think so," Wanda mumbles weakly. Well, she was definitely for sure into you. "I think I've always been but never really given it too much thought since I was dating Vis for a long time." AKA, Wanda's always been into you but never realized until recently. 

"So...now that it's really over between you and Vis, you want to try dating girls?" Your tone is careful, and Wanda wishes she could dive straight into your brain to find out what you were thinking. 

"Yeah," Wanda says, still looking at her plate. 

"I'm a little hurt."

The words make Wanda's head snap up. Your face does look a little crestfallen, even if you're smiling. 

"I guess you told Natasha first since she's setting you up on a date?"

"Oh," Wanda is caught off guard. "I mean, kind of? It just...sort of came out when I was with Natasha last. I wanted to tell you first, I just didn't know how. I think I was nervous. But I swear—"

"Relax," you smile at her. "You don't need to explain it."

"No," Wanda insists. "I did really want to tell you, but I just didn't know how to broach the subject, and I was trying to ask Nat for advice on what to do, and then it just spiraled."

You start laughing, which stuns Wanda.

"Man," you laugh into your fist, trying to balance your plate with one hand on your thighs. "Sometimes I forget how spastic you can be."

"Shut up," Wanda would throw a cushion at you, but you'd probably spill your food everywhere. 

"It's fine," you tell her sincerely. "I'm just...shocked is all."

"How come?" Wanda asks carefully, cutting up her already bite-sized potatoes even smaller to seem nonchalant. 

There's a pause, and Wanda peers through her eyelashes at you. You're lost in thought, trying to absorb the information.

"I guess...I just never thought about it either," you shrug. "I always thought you'd marry Vision and if not him, then another guy who is just barely good enough for you."

Wanda can't help but laugh at that because you've been somewhat vocal throughout the years that while you didn't mind Vision, you didn't think he was good enough for her. You got more vocal each time they broke up after getting back together. 

"So," Wanda says after the laughter dies down. "Do you think it'd be weird? Seeing me with another girl?"

You shift your weight, adjusting on the couch. Your face doesn't show much of what you're thinking, and Wanda's wondering if you're doing it to spare her feelings in any way. 

"I don't know," you finally say. "I guess maybe it depends on the girl."

The words give Wanda something to think about as you take it that the conversation has ended. You resume the TV, quietly eating your dinner, just as Wanda does. 

Wanda wonders if you're imagining yourself with her. She could definitely feel the shift in your thoughts as you process the information. 

It was out there. It was really out there that Wanda didn't just date boys. A part of her is actually curious about her date with Darcy, even though she knows that it's not really real. Wanda wants to know if she actually would enjoy dating other women or if she's only in love with you.

Natasha's right, Wanda thinks listlessly. If Darcy was anything like you personality-wise, as Natasha suggested, would Wanda be interested? If Wanda couldn't have you, would she resort to dating women like you?

Would you notice such a pattern? 

Everything is getting more complicated, and Wanda is starting to think she's digging herself into a deeper and deeper hole. In some ways, it would be easier to just confess to you outright. Yet, she can't bring herself to do it. 

There's a deep longing to make sure her odds are at their best when Wanda does. She badly wants you to feel the same, or at least be open to trying with her. 

It's probably wrong, but Wanda needs to know if it was a possibility that you'd get jealous—jealous like Wanda's been. 

Wanda really, really hopes you get jealous in the way it means you want to be the one dating her. 

"So," you say, breaking the silence. "Kind of weird that Natasha has a bunch of single coworkers, right? Wonder how they haven't started dating each other."

Wanda turns to you, a giant smile on her face. "That's what I said!"

There's no way in hell Wanda is ready to let another person have you.

PART FOUR

[insomniac4000]

Public Intoxication- WillNE smut

You remember exactly how it had first happened. Will had whisked you away on a romantic holiday to the south of France. Little did Will know at the time but the beach closest to the villa was a nudist beach. On the second day of the trip you suggested it might be a laugh, you weren’t thrilled at the idea of doing it but the phrase when in Rome just kept in your head.

“Oh come on quickly, it’ll be fun,” you smiled.

“I never had you down as an exhibitionist babe,” he replied with a cheeky glint in his eye. You kept bringing it up each day but Will relented.

“No way, Y/N!” Will said, arms folded defensively, but a grin already tugging at his mouth. “I’m not walking across a nudist beach. That’s, like, the opposite of what people want to see.”

“Oh, come on,” you laughed, nudging him. “It’s not like you’re doing it for them. It’s for us.”

Will gave you a dubious look. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got enough stories without me adding one where I’m waltzing past a load of naked strangers.”

“Which is exactly why you should do it!” You countered, your eyes sparkling mischievously. “When’s the next time you’re going to have a chance like this?”

Will sighed, sensing his resolve weakening. Your excitement was always contagious, and he’d lost count of the times he’d ended up doing things he never thought he would, be it bizarre challenges, wacky dares, or spontaneous day trips. “Alright, fine,” he conceded, though a little nervously. “But only if you’re walking with me.” You grinned victoriously. “Of course! I wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone out there.”

Will shook his head, still amused. “Alright, let’s get this over with before I change my mind. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else you know.”

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

You edged closer to the shoreline, glancing around as casually as they could manage. Will tugged his shirt off with a sigh, his cheeks already flushing pink. You took a quick chance to glimpse at his physique, he had been working on it lately and it was massively paying off. You slipped off your cover-up, a little more confident, and you and Will shared a brief look, giggling at the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Just a quick stroll,” Will mumbled as you took your first few steps.

The sand was hot beneath both of your feet, and the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore filled the air. You walked in silence for the first few meters, avoiding eye contact with anyone. But eventually, you glanced over at him, stifling laughter. “See? Isn’t this kind of freeing?”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he said, shaking his head, but his smile betrayed his real feelings.

“Me neither,” you admitted with a laugh. “But you did it. And now you can always say you walked across a nudist beach like a champ.”

Will shrugged, though a smile finally broke through his nervous expression. “I mean… it’s not as bad as I thought. Kind of nice, actually.” His eyes darted forward again, unwilling to look too far in any direction that might bring him face-to-face with someone else. That also meant that most of the time he was staring at you.

You continued along, with Will’s initial apprehension turning into an unexpected thrill. The beach stretched out in both directions, and after a few minutes, he noticed the nerves giving way to a sense of unexpected calm. Plus the very beautiful naked lady next to him calmed his fears greatly. You blushed a little every time you caught him looking at you, his eyes scouring over the outline of your curves.

The pair of you went as far as you had previously agreed before heading back and as you did you pointed out toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning to dip toward the water. “Perfect timing,” you murmured, taking in the golden light. “This whole day has been perfect.”

Will, now fully at ease, wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “You’ve definitely got a knack for making things more interesting, that’s for sure.”

As you reached the part of the beach where your villa was attached to you looked over at Will who was looking at you, this time it was different, much more intense.

“You know all that confidence is so sexy,” Will whispered pulling you closer to him, a small smile tugged at his lips, you returned the expression, lifting yourself up on his tiptoes to give a small kiss on his lips. It was gentle at first, a sweet exploration, and then he deepened the kiss, his hand moving to the back of you neck, pulling you closer. You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, gripping him as if to anchor herself. The world around them faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the waves and the feeling of being completely, wonderfully lost in each other. Before you knew it your legs were wrapped around his waist, he held you up for a while before gently laying you down on the sand.

After it was all over you couldn’t believe that that was the same man who not an hour before was dead set against walking along the beach and now he had fucked you right then and there on the sand without a care in the world. And you fucking loved it, as did he. It almost shocked you when a few days after being home you took a walk in the park and he led you over to a more secluded area, it started with the hands. He knew touching your hips and arse was one of the things which sent your pulse racing.

The kisses came next, at first he placed a quick one on your jaw, but then he did it again, and again which caused you to giggle.

“Will, someone could walk passed at any second,” you warned with a smile on your face, you had never seen this side to him before and you quite liked it, he was focused, determined in control.

“If we’re lucky,” he mumbled clumsily, his lips against your bare skin. There was something in him that almost wanted to get caught, his heart was racing, the fact this was so frowned upon, so wrong just sent him crazy. And you could feel it, if the feel of his heart thumping in his chest wasn’t enough then the feel of something a foot below was definitely a clue.

The saying usually went third time lucky but this time it wasn’t the case. You knew it was risky, you had met him at his office, the two of you were going to be going out for dinner but he had some last minute things to finish off first. You weren’t even sure how it had happened but here you were, bouncing up and down on his cock, tit’s bouncing around free looking at your lovers face who looked like he was in absolute bless. You paid no mind to the fact him and James were going to be using this table tomorrow testing out some questionable gadgets, it wasn’t about that right now, it was about what Will was saying to you.

“That’s it, you fucking love riding my cock don’t you. Don’t care who walks in and see’s,” he uttered his breath shallow. You could only moan a response as you could feel your orgasm rising, he was close but you might have been closer. You kept on, loving the feeling of his cock brushing up against your walls, you kept going 3…2..1…

“Will have you…OH MY GOD.” You looked over at Calfreezy who was the voice who spoke. Both him and Chip were looking very embarrassed, Will had gone an incredibly bright shade of red and you weren’t feeling that much better. You lay down on Will in an attempt to at least cover some of your body you were still incredibly aware Will was still inside you.

“Some privacy PLEASE!” Will pleaded his voice incredibly high pitched. As you saw the pair leaving you guessed this would be the end of Will’s public thrill.

[rassicas]

You at some point said that you wanted to change some of the backstory of Verna regarding his relations with Grizzco, to better reflect his position and purpose at the company with the new rotm and potential Splat3 dlc lore. Now that we have everything, have there been some finalized thoughts on the subject?

currently with my OCs I'm a bit stuck. I have this whole huge plot I've been trying to work out with how Cress and Verna reunite and get into some... Wacky Misadventures (they are going to have a bad time. together), and come out of it more understanding of each other....all this takes place prior to the start of Splatoon 3, and Grizzco is involved in that story so i cant really work out what happens to Verna during Splatoon 3 until all that is worked out...augh.

oh god i accidentally wrote too much about how grizzco works in my splatoon OCs setting. under the cut

How I've basically worked it out in my setting is that it's as if Mr. Grizz doesn't even exist. Well, he does, but...you can NOT convince me this literal mammalian bear is micromanaging an egg collection operation a few hours away from an underground cavern, all while building a spaceship, repairing alterna, and doing god knows what with fuzzy ooze? his voice from the radio is pre-recorded. He's just in the background trying to get his golden eggs for his stupid mammal revival plan. Grizz is pretty paws-off with the actual operations of the company. In order for Grizzco to operate like an actual company in the Inkling world, Mr. Grizz needs connections within the Inkling world. He needed to hire people, and lots. contractors to pilot the boats. the helicopters. people to repair them when there's issues. contractors to set up the grizzco building. people to maintain it. Supplying and maintaining weapons. Who put the statue there? Remember when grizzco would actually close its gates? someone had to be doing that. Advertisers? Sales of eggs? Do you really think Mr. "Does your species even have bones" Grizz is doing all that? No. So how would Grizz get these connections? I think ORCA could've helped out in some way with scouting some people online or with Grizz's business knowledge being an all-knowing AI. ROTM sure does a great job explaining or even implying anything about the relationship between those two. /s. But ORCA still is just a virtual entity, and you'd need a physical representative for some things, right? Anyway this is where the Judds come in. I think the idea that Lil' Judd being Grizz's initial way into the Inkling world...sucks. That's probably what the Splatoon team is going for and I do not care, the timeline on that does not make sense. Grizzco was introduced to us, the players, in April 2017. At this point the egg baskets are all installed, and there are Inklings in-universe partaking in egg collection....Lil Judd was born only a few months prior. I'm sure it would've taken a while for grizz to get everything together to establish this company. To me it makes more sense for Judd to have involvement. He's the only other mammal, and the one with all the power. (not only do i think the implied canon timeline sucks, in my OCs canon, i've had it established that grizzco has existed in some form several years before s1 so...) I wouldn't think Judd would know about the mammal revival plan. but like, Judd lets Grizz set up because he's looking out for his fellow mammal, and saw the kind of energy benefits this would have….also more salmon meat, yum. Judd canonically has numerous connections in the Inkling world, even to world leaders. He could use these connections to allow for Grizzco to set up business and give that permission to operate in the restricted areas where Salmonids live. Beyond this I have a hard time imagining Judd getting too heavily involved. Like once some other people are hired to do some more micromanaging of the company Judd kinda dips. Lil judd doesn't get involved until some years later and takes more direct interest in the company. With permissions granted and Grizzco operating as a defense against the Salmonid army while also providing power eggs, then grizz could do whatever he wanted so as long as an amount of money and eggs went into the Inkling world. And eggs are the primary source of income for Grizzco, so this part is very important. I think very early on Grizz would've had to personally deal with the sales of eggs to get the money to get the company started...maybe selling to octarians even? But for some real business dealings in inkopolis, youre gonna need some representatives in-person. anyways remember when this post was about my OCs. So I'm making a Grizzco board of directors, and they're the ones who actually maintain the company and the things in it while Grizz is busy in Alterna. Even the directors don't really know about Grizz's mammal revival plan, they just supply him with golden eggs and turn a profit for the company, by whatever means necessary.

After spending quite some time at Grizzco and becoming more trusted as an employee, Verna gets to know some of these directors. Some become his allies, and some are a bit more unsavory... He starts spending more time with some of them especially after his salmonid encounter, and they'll have a role in Cress and Verna's story. I've had some of these guys bouncing around in my head for years. some of them have art that im sitting on. i wish i could share more but I am Not done cooking </3 so to answer your ask in short. yes I have finalized much of the things with how i have grizzco functions in my OC's setting, and im basically ignoring the existence of grizz himself, in the same way that grizzco as a company runs completely normally even after grizz basically dies in ROTM. but at the moment, i do not have all the details finalized with other people at the company and how verna interacts with them

[just-another-miserable-prick]

Traintober Day 31 - Dusk

@vagonca-rigo MONDTAM HOGY LESZ MÉG BÉZÉ

"Személyvonat indul Kaposvárra 17 óra 30 perckor az első vágányról. A vonat minden állomáson és megállóhelyen megáll."

The train still has 30 minutes before it gets going, thus Piroska has more than enough time to enjoy the scenery. Yellow lights, purple skies, the colourful leaves hanging on the tree obstructing Hektor's field of vision.

The sunset reminds Hektor of a better time. His days in Miskolc, the banter with those two 424s.

Though he's suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Piroska's infectious laughter. "Aww why the long face?" Her voice is as bright and cutesy as ever, her smile lighting up the station.

"Just thinking. About my days in Miskolc way back when." Hektor is an engine of few words, and even if he does speak, one has to listen very carefully to actually understand him.

"Miskolc? You've been to Miskolc???? That's like- on the other side of the country!" Piroska did not expect to hear about her beloved friend having been to a place so far away. He always seemed to love the Somogy lines more than anything, not at all like the type to go that far from home.

"Yeah, Miskolc. Spent some time filling in for another engine there. Made friends with two 424s while I was at it." Just thinking of them makes him laugh. "Let's just say I had the time." They were something else, those Miskolc engines.

That seems to pique Piroska's interest and the two spend the half hour before her departure just chatting about all the weird and wacky things Hektor did while he was in service. Turns out he's not as much of a goodie two-wheels as she thought!

The clock eventually hits 17:30 and Piroska has to depart, heading towards Kaposvár. "Tell Viktor I said hi," Hektor quickly says while she can maybe still hear him.

"I will!" the little railcar yells back before heading to her first stop at Sióvölgy.

Now, with Piroska gone, all Hektor can do is watch as the sun dips below the horizon, the station bathed in the yellow light of those old bulbs. All the while thinking back to those two 424s in Miskolc. What he wouldn't give to see his friends again. Little does he know, they're already long gone...

[fipindustries]

not a question but basically any time i remember your art exists im looking it up and down and trying to take inspiration from it. your expression work is always top notch, and the way you depict faces is the perfect balance between cartoony and well defined

oh my god this is such an amazing compliment! thank you so much!

you know, i think this has been a long time coming. im going to take this as a chance to go in depth about how my style works, why i do what i do and how i do it. do keep in mind that none of this is me saying "this is the objectively correct way of doing art" but rather just how my own process works, what I like to see in my own art.

that balance that you speak of comes from a commitment to underlying structures. what im going to call the stylization sandwich

i start with a clear, well defined solid structure, i add whatever wacky cartoony features i want on top of it (none the less strongly tied and guided by the underlying structure) and then i refine by adding as many more realistic, grounding details i want, although you can go too far with it so i gotta be careful or ill end up with those shitty "cartoon character IRL would look scary!" clickbait drawings.

(quick aside, this trend fucking sucks, its obvious the artist went out of their way to make the drawing creepy, this pretension that "actually the character would look scary irl" deliberatly misundertands the principles of stylization, its as creatively bankrupt as jokes about mario eating mushrooms)

getting back on topic, the point is that, as long as the underlying structures are solid you can build whatever you want on top of them and it will make sense

a key tool here is internalizing the way the proportions on the face work. and i say internalize because obviously i dont actually have the golden ratio memorized inside my head nor do i stop and measure and calculate all the proportions in the features. i just read a lot about drawing, i drew a lot, i tried to always keep a critical eye to what im drawing and see if it "feels" disproportionate. once you get an eye for it then you know how far you can push things before they complitely break

let me give you another example of what i feel is a botched execution of this.

if you look closely at the face on the left there are a lot of things that dont make sense. the corners of the eyebrows dip down into the eyes when usually the eyes are enveloped by the eyebrows, the way the beard grows around the nose is just not how facial hair is distributed, the mouth is too big, etc. on the left i used photoshop to reorganize the factions into something that makes a bit more sense to me

(another quick aside, the real big problem at the heart of the original drawing were not so much the proportions but the tangents, when different lines touch each other like this that is usually a big no no but that is a topic for another day)

also a lot of it is just me cheating. yeah i cheat. you ever heard how people say there is no innate talent and its all practisce and hard work. well, yeah, that is mostly true, but is also true that some people are born with inherent advantages. either taller or more predisposed to being thin or with better facial structures or better innate hand-eye coordination. i was born with an uncanny capacity to visualize stuff. i have whatever the opposite of aphantasia is. i can borderline hallucinate things if i want to. and that goes coupled with the visual intuitions i developed through practisce and training.

so first come the learned wisdom, and then comes the innate talent that helps me exploit that learned wisdom to its full potential

on top of that is corporeality, i try to draw in such a way that it conveys depth and weight to the things im drawing, certain kinds of stylizations dont care about that and choose instead to have their drawing look flat, a classic one is the UPA style

is a very fun style! very cute, very dynamic, very expressive in its simplicity. it became very popular in the 60's and 70's. personally i choose to go in a different direction. i draw in such a way that if one were to turn my drawings into 3d models not a lot would get lost in the process.

whereas other artists....

...not so much

but yeah, ultimatly it all goes back to underlying structure. any drawing can work

as long as you have a strong foundation underneath.

PS: if you like my style i cannot reccomend enough the art of @rezuaq i feel they follow a lot of the same principles i talked about here but i could be wrong.

they have been my biggest inspiration as of the last 4 years, i shamelssly stole the design of one of their characters for jennyffer. go to their blog and give them a like