#was this coherent? I hope it was coherent

[acowardinmordor]

Hold up a vision of the angsty admirer au just struck me. It’s a little skip ahead. Sorry.

The party still breaks into the counselors office and sees the records and puts together that it isn’t random. They put together that it’s about guilt and depression and self hatred.

They all, rationally, assume it’s because he’s repeating senior year.

Lucas, though.

Sweet, kind, supportive Lucas, who has a box of letters apologizing blindly to someone that Eddie had intentionally torn apart. Lucas, who has barely held his tongue since that day at Hellfire. Lucas, who admires the hell out of Steve, wants to be him, and who thinks he made it worse. Who thinks he’s at fault for Steve being cursed.

Somewhere in between Steve getting out of Vecnas powers, and this, Chrissy died (sorry babe) and it’s not pinned on Eddie, but that’s where suspicion is leaning.Nancy and Robin talked to him, convinced him that Steve is fine, explained a small part of the upside down, and told him to keep his head down, begged him to just stay in the trailer, and above all, not to get involved further.

Steve is shutting down on them, and after they saw the notes about Chrissy and Fred, they’re pushing him. Which is making it worse. Robin is spiraling, Max is furious. Dustin is on the edge of hysterical.

For whatever reason, they need to talk to Eddie again. Information about Victor Creel probably. Since most of them are freaked out by Steve, it’s only Nancy and Lucas that go. Yeah, Lucas should have been listening while Nancy talked through a plan of what they were and were not going to tell Eddie, but he wasn’t. He tells her that after Eddie’s, they need to go by his house, that he has something to help Steve.

Pull up at the trailer, and Lucas cracks down the center. He runs from Nancy’s car, shoves open the door, immediately steps inside, and fucking decks Eddie. Puts him on the ground in one hit and because his entire hand now hurts, Lucas is looking for something to use as a replacement for a bat. It’s easy math for him. He knows why Vecna was able to go after Steve. He knows that if it wasn’t for this asshole with his caste assumptions about high school, Steve would be safe.

Hawkins wouldn’t be, Lucas knows that, but they’d have Steve, and if they have Steve, then they — then Lucas will feel like they’re going to survive.

Nancy stops him before Lucas can actually beat Eddie with an ashtray.

“If you hadn’t said that to him! If you actually looked at people! If you listened to them and trusted us! If you could just understand that not everyone has to choose a side, he would be safe! He’s dying and it’s your fault, Eddie! He’s gonna die, and it’s going to be because you never really see anyone, just the person you think they’re supposed to be!”

Eddie hasn’t been looped in yet. He doesn’t know what Lucas is talking about, but it’s Lucas screaming at him, which is enough for the pieces to come closer. It’s not like Eddie hasn’t been thinking about the way Steve said he wanted to sleep. It’s been half his brain at any second of the day. He’d broken every promise to his secret admirer, thrown insults like blades at every soft spot Steve has, and until that Friday, he thought he was standing on the moral high ground.

Yeah. It’s enough for Eddie to realize that the curse is because of what he did to Steve. On the ground, looking up at a freshman who loves Steve more than Eddie had the chance to, Eddie can’t even find the words to start an apology.

Nancy yanks Lucas back farther. She doesn’t help Eddie up though. She’s also damn smart, and can put clues together.

“Man, you need to—“ Eddie starts, talking to the other person in the room who, Lucas entirely missed in the tunnel vision of his rage. “—you gotta come back later. Pay me later.” He scrambles to the bathroom and slams the door.

“Yeah, i guess I… Lucas, make sure you ice that hand, your form was no good.”

Finally, Lucas turns, along with Nancy, to find Patrick, fidgeting and uncomfortable, with a little baggie in his hand. He pulls some cash from his wallet, drops it on the table.

And look. Lucas would love to stop and talk to his teammate, who is looking very messed up. Who obviously needs someone. But Steve is going to die, and he can’t think beyond that fact. Honestly, Nancy is the same.

That’s why they’ve started a whispered discussion of how fast they can get answers and leave when they notice that Patrick is frozen in place, two steps from the door.

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[bwat5-blog]

You need a refund.

1. It’s extremely easy to claim you were using her “tipping point” when you get called out for using the same reductionist take all of you anti-cait people are using. It’s not that I don’t understand. It’s either A: You are not capable of expressing your opinion in a coherent manner. Or B: You take all disagreement as a lack of understanding. I assume you are uneducated in the content because you write about the content in such a way that suggests as much. If you want to prove a point do so. Do the work.

2. “Just because she pissed off Cait”- There we are. I knew this was in there somewhere. I’m not running down the list again for you. But I would ask, if you were to encounter a real person, and that person has been almost murdered repeatedly, terrorized, abducted, and had their mom murdered by the same person who also poses a massive threat to their city would you look them in the eye and say “just because they pissed you off”? I hope not. I cannot imagine being so cruel. Of course there were many other reasons they were using The Grey but we can stay focused.

3. “Cait can launch biological warfare on an entire city and the civilians”:

A- It was not the entire city. Amanda Overton confirmed it was strategic in nature.

B- They were not targeting civilians.

C- There is no evidence whatsoever of The Grey harming anyone long term from short term exposure.

Cait acts like she’s so wronged, that no one could feel her pain except her, and so many people suffer from it. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that her mother died, and that is definitely a tragedy, but Vi lost both of her dads, Jinx lost all three of her’s, and the undercity is swarmed with orphans, like, babe, the dictatorship was a little much for the loss of your mom.

[messrsrarchives]

hi it's sappy hours. i've spent an hour sat in front of the mirror sobbing and i just. i don't say enough how much this space helps me.

because i see the dms and i see the comments and i see how safe people feel. and i talk to people who are questioning or i help people literally draft their coming out letters/texts and i always say "it's nothing !! don't worry !! it's nothing :D !!"

but it's actually everything because this is the only space i really have where i can be Robyn and i know i come on and talk about trans things in a coherent way and i seem really confident and like i've got it all figured out but i spend most nights either scrolling apps aimlessly for a bit of hope or i'm sat on call with helplines for hours and then suddenly it's 9am and it's time to Face The World again.

and idk. rambling here but everything sucks and every day for the past like,,, six months has been so difficult. and i don't say enough how much this space and my tiktok space help me too and i just 🫂🫂 it helps so fucking much i hope yall know that. i love yall.

[shyamanuensis]

mornings - ominis gaunt

i couldn't say no. fluff isn't something i'm great at - so i hope you like this xo

the honeycomb glow of a subtle morning sunrise whisking in past soft half shut curtains lazily closed in a rush the night before did little more than accentuate to the once foreign body of the man you'd had the pleasure to be intimate with and learn more of in ways once foreign and now unforgettable. as your sleepy fingers slipped wearily between the sheets which barely covered your bodies, you felt an unforgivable pull toward him - just one last touch, just one last kiss, just one last moment until you both had to face the realities of your worlds. oh so very different. "omi - wake up, we slept in; you're late." the barely there coherent mumble teased delicately across his skin as your lips retraced every single detail, every single intricacy, every single scar and curve and dip and insecurity you'd been able to call your own the previous night and how hoped to once again this morning. without prompt or reminder, his body shifted; eyes still closed - arms mercurial to pull you over and on top of him without the need for anything sexual, anything carnal; just happy to have you close and feel your warmth against his own. "sweetheart you need to wake up…" the grumble which alluded from him sounded like a mix of 'not yet' and 'just a kiss' and you were happy to oblige both without a second thought. from the tender line your lips drew across his chest, over his collarbones with a nip, up his neck; savouring the sensitive spot where his pulse began to race, that you could feel every so fondly becoming reckless beneath your touch; the way his jaw felt with morning stubble you very much could get use to and finally his lips. as soft an intimate as your own. they tasted like the late night coffee you'd only half finished and sat cold still in the kitchen but you wouldn't be against letting coffee go cold again. not today not tomorrow not a week from now. not ever actually; if it mean you could wake up like this beside him forever.

[darthwhorecrux]

TW: fluffy smut <3 MINORS DNI

Having your first time with Satoru, and he's diffusing the tension by acting goofy, looking for ways to make you giggle while he undresses you and kisses along your body, all until he's sinking his big cock into your tight cunt. But you can hardly laugh when you feel the stretch and foreign pressure from the way he fills you up. You're whimpering brokenly and screwing your eyes shut, but Gojo knows when to get serious, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

"You have to breathe, sweetheart," he reminds you gently, smiling as he stills his movement. "Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm." You nod. He slowly starts to push into you again, and you're inhaling and exhaling, letting yourself feel all of him, however overwhelming and painful it might be.

He's watching you carefully, smiling almost proudly at how well you take him. "That's it," he coos, "that's my good girl."

Your heart swells with adoration for this silly, all-powerful man and the way he acts so tender with you. You never understood how special this was, the intimacy, the fullness, the oneness with someone you are so head over heels for, until now. The pressure starts to become less painful and more pleasurable. There's heat swirling in the pit of your stomach and this confusing, overwhelming feeling of not being able to take anymore but needing it all at the exact same time.

Satoru keeps checking in with you, and when you're telling him how good it feels and how you need more, your legs are over his shoulders, and he's completely pressed into you, drilling deep each time he thrusts into you. It feels so lewd, letting him fold you like this, watching your tits bounce and thighs shake. The pressure keeps building and your core and skin are on fire and you can hardly think coherent thoughts. It was absolutely euphoric, being so present in the moment like this, so peaceful letting your mind and body melt beneath him.

Gojo's relentless despite how he's almost as love drunk as you are. He's pounding into you hard and rhythmically, speeding up the closer you both get. The sounds he's making have you clenching hard around him, and you're whining and crying out sounds of your own. The pressure building in your core feels as if it's about to snap, and you're trying to get the words out to Satoru.

"I - I'm," you attempt. "I think I'm going to-"

"You're gonna cum?" Gojo sounds hopeful. He's a sweaty, groaning mess, but your admission fuels him, and he's brutally slamming into you now, encouraging you to let go. "Go on, baby, cum on my cock. I'm right here. It's okay."

And so you do. The pressure explodes. Your mind goes blank, on another plane of existence. Satoru's still moving for a moment longer, but he's jerky, erratic, and whimpering. You're both twitching against one another before he's falling against you, half-hazardously holding himself up so as not to crush you with the full weight of his body.

Catching your breaths, Satoru rolls to your side, pulling you against him, skin to skin. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord as you snuggle into Satoru's chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

"You going to sleep on me?" He asks teasingly, murmuring into the side of your head. He presses a kiss into your temple while he's there.

"Mhmm." You muster just enough energy to nod. "Thank you, Satoru," you whisper to him. "Thank you for everything."

"Thank you? You never have to thank me, princess." He runs his fingers through your hair. "Just love me. I love you."

"I love you too."

[lillified]

Hello!

I am a big fan of your au and the lore you have built around it, especially with the Decepticons, but as someone who loves G1, MTMTE, and the Lost Light Comics, I'm wondering why you chose to make Magnus' and Hot Rod's bond paternal? I feel like the parentification of Magnus diminishes his character to just that and Kup, or even Optimus, fill that role better. I apologize if this seems like a mean-spirited or unnecessary criticism, but I am just a Ultra Magnus enjoyer and want to know more about your thought process behind their portrayal.

hi! the simple answer is -i dont like ultra magnus

i'm kidding, but i'm not entirely sure how to answer this question--ultra magnus is a character with a few disparate appearances and very different personalities dependent on the role. most of you have probably noticed that most of my interpretations of characters have very different "root personalities" or iterations that serve as the primary inspiration, and that's because the characters i use are picked for narrative convenience--I have a wider story I'm interested in and while I'm aiming to portray characters with their "core truth," i'm also (I hope) very transparent about how my interpretations are specific and personal.

I've mentioned how the way I portray the characters does not usually line up with the IDW comics, and that's because a lot of those portrayals just don't interest me--while I don't mind people looking at my stuff and thinking my portrayal of a character is flanderized (there are so many transformers and it is impossible to be interested in all of them lol, some of them inevitably are), I also don't want people thinking or expecting that these versions of the characters are going to line up exactly with what you might expect from your own favorite iteration.

I don't think Ultra Magnus as a character is diminished by being parentified because I'm working from a different idea of ultra magnus--specifically, I'm interested in his earliest portrayal and the kind of odd niche he plays in TF history. He's a bit of an unfortunate character, and just like how a lot of people didn't like Hot Rod, a lot of people didn't like Magnus, or at least thought he was a bit disappointing or pathetic. I decided to have him and Hot Rod share that kind of awkward, mismatched paternal relationship because I think it brings out alot of their quirks. I like them because they're these misfit, oddball characters with a lot of similarities, but also a lot of points of friction, and neither is wholly or even partially excluded to their relationship with the other. Both of them have big roles they don't quite meet and both of them get overshadowed because a lot of people feel like they don't have much to offer. That's the main reason a lot of the Autobots you'll see me present are usually B- or C-listers--I'm interested in characters like this and I want to show some love to some of the neglected or misunderstood parts of the extended TF universe. Maybe it's contrarian, but above all I'm interested in presenting a version of the characters that, while not always completely individual or totally unique, serves the broader narrative and accurately portrays what I find interesting about that character.

I hope this answered your question--apologies if it was a little hard to follow, I'm a little stoned rn and while my gears are turning, I can't guarantee I'm super coherent lol. Interesting stuff to talk about!

[unsanctioned-if]

"Unsanctioned" demo will be up again soon

Having spent the past two days experimenting with speech to text and seeing how it feels to write, I have discovered that the former is very difficult to do for me when it comes to fictional writing which tbh I suspected would be the case, and the latter is also extremely difficult for me to manage with the injury even when it comes to coding and editing. It can be done, but...very slowly. In my last post I said that I would wait a week, but unfortunately I don't think it will make much of a difference.

With that in mind, I have decided to put the demo out (still) in its incomplete state. I will get back to working on it as soon as I am able to. Hopefully it should still be a smoother experience now compared to when it was released last month.

In the meantime, I will focus more on brainstorming, world building and working on stuff that doesn’t require as much direct writing and coding.

I also want to address the feedback I've gotten and the errors people have reported. I have tried to get to all of them, but some I have not been able to locate. I think it could in part be because of the different race + background variables to consider and how these sometimes mix and give different text. I have probably missed some entirely because of my own inattentiveness as well, and for that I’m sorry.

If you play the demo and notice errors or oddities, it would be very helpful and appreciated if you would send a message to my inbox and attach a screenshot so that I can see exactly where this happens since it is so much easier to find the errors exactly that way. Thank you so, so much to everyone who has been helping me with that <3

I will also get to answering more asks. I will try doing it using speech to text and then fixing it to make it sound somewhat coherent like I am doing right now. Sorry it's taking me so long to get to them.

I hope that I can get back to working on this story soon - if you read it and have any thoughts on it I would love to hear them!

[honiegoo]

hello great god grove gays. i need to be autistic about the drain for a little bit. Will this make sense? Will this be coherent? I dont know! I have ADHD ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I don't normally post my ramblings outside of discord but my friends encouraged me to-

Wee bit of end game spoilers so keep that in mind!

Anyways, I hope you guys don't mind me taking a few pages out of your books about The Drain being some sort of cold industrial-like place. The Drain is essentially where "waste" goes but the folks down there don't consider it trash. In fact they build their lives, homes, from it. There might be designated places where things are dumped down into The Drain. residents are free to scavenge/rummage through it. But one should be careful in case more falls in. Don't want to be crushed or killed. I'd like to think that's why Gr puts a cone on his head or why P puts a bucket over his head too and refers to it as "armor" its not trash to them. It might have even helped with the on pour of rain down in The Drain too.

It's a negative connotation for the bizzyboys because to them, The Drain is where things might go to rot, or maybe they are living in someone else's shadow of life. They lack a purpose aside from being bottom feeders. Perhaps that's why Alex isn't so afraid of shoving crap in his mouth that isn't edible. He's used to it. Used to the trial and error of gambling. They almost live like sewer rats (I'd like to think anyone calling them rats is very offensive. So don't do that!!).

I think that's why joining the bizzyboys is a BIG deal to those who reside in The Drain. Inspekta gives them a purpose, a reason to find one self in the world. Along with revoking self identity with giving up your name and earning it back but shhh. Also a way to leave The Drain, build a reputation for their kind and see the world the way the ones in the Grove/Earth do.

Fun little tidbits; I imagined Banana, down in the drain found an old, broken TV. He fixed it up the best he could, perhaps making his own makeshift "man cave" to use it. A little canopy to protect it from the rain. It crackles and buzzes a lot but with the added find of VHS tapes, it sparked his love for cinema. Even if audio isn't always present.

Vibi perhaps got into fashion by leafing through fashion magazines that were discarded. Finding fabrics and practicing his craft of being a designer. Even enjoys watching movie or shows with Ban to get more ideas for outfits.

Some other thing, I think every so often, Inspekta and/or Capochin go back to the drain to hire more future bizzyboys. Since there's way more of them other than the main gang you interact with. More recruits means a bigger voice. A bigger voice means Inspekta's propaganda influence will spread.

[faytalepsy]

Process of my HEX Gift

I finally remembered to take a few screenshots of my progress stages and I always wanted to do a walkthrough post so here we are!!

I did not have a specific prompt from my giftee, except for the ship which was Silrah so I decided I wanted to draw a cozy romantic Christmas scene.

Which totally showed in my first sketch...definitely... My first sketches mostly look unrecognizable and there is no real system for them because it's just lines for my brain to visualize where I want everything to be. Sometimes they look like this, sometimes they are more light/shadow inclusive. The next step was to work out the poses for Farah and Saul and as you can see, I was struggling. 🤣

When I finally found the pose I was looking for and fleshed out some elements in the background it was time for one of my absolute favorite parts.....that I forgot to screenshot....THE VALUES Which is me trying to figure out the lighting by blocking in light and dark areas with various shades of grey. But because I forgot to take a screenshot (and the value layer that I normally keep until the end for reference disappeared into the void of procreate) we will skip straight to the colour! I very roughly block in the areas with the colours I have in mind to see if everything fits and change what I don't like yet. When that is done I now have a finished concept which I need to refine and then paint!

And now I reached the point of actual background design which was HARD. I looked at many pics of Farah's headmistress' office to try and get a feel for what items might be in her private suite. The mantle of the fireplace looked very empty even after I added the little astrology magic thing and the flowers so I decided to add a circle just like the ones in her office as @septemberrie deducted. I also played around with the design of the fire guard because I wanted it to have that elegant whimsical fairy vibe. I added a lamp inspired by one from Sims 4 and a book in the foreground to hide the awkward angle they are sitting at. For the frame on the wall, I wanted a moon-themed design but it took me a while to figure it out, which is why I left the frame empty for now. Then it was time for lineart and actually sketching in the elements I wanted to be in the background. I usually set my colour or value layer and the sketch layer to 20% and draw over it.

You might also notice that the wrapped sword disappeared...which I regret to this day because I simply forgot to paint it into the rough lineart and only remembered when Skye asked what's supposed to be in the remaining present. Maybe I will add it at some point because now Saul has no present...except for Farah. But the square box present was meant to be Saul's present to Farah and originally I wanted a jewelry box but it was too small to see so I just....put a bigger box. Creativity *sparkles*

Another thing is that from the rough line-art to the nice line-art (yes I always draw my line-art two or three times.....even though line-art is my least favorite stage probably) the Christmas tree is losing a lot of ornaments. Originally I wanted to put in way more stuff like small straw stars or figurines but after painting a million tiny branches I started regretting every life decision that brought me to this point so I simplified the tree. A lot. In the end, I don't regret that because I think it fits them even better. Silrah don't strike me as people who go all out on Christmas and rather just decorate small and tastefully (given they would even celebrate because Otherworld= different culture, but we ignore that piece of worldbuilding for this Christmas-themed drawing)

Next I block in every area on a separate layer so I can alpha-lock them for the painting process. At this point I was getting too annoyed with the tree because painting it was a pain in the ass so I started shading and painting in textures and finishing everything else before even continuing to block in the tree.

The whole image was still too cold at this point so I went in with one of my favorite parts: atmosphere and then lighting bringing it all together and making the painting shine! Painting light is so much fun and I definitely want to learn more about lighting and structure to get better at it but I really love it when someone compliments the light in my art!!

I also finally added the title of the book in the front. I wanted it to be something about magic that Farah would read and looked at various old book covers with pretty lettering. I decided on "The Story of Magic" because I found a very pretty-looking reference cover with exactly the letters that I needed to spell.

And then....something was still missing......THE TREE. (I didn't take a progress picture at that stage that's why it's already in the pics up there but in the end I still had to draw the light on the branches and after doing about four or five of them I decided the effort was not worth the result and did the light reflection very very roughly. But I don't think anyone except me really notices.

And tada the finished Christmas drawing!

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

[rhinestonesox]

When Senshi was young in the dungeon the majority of the adults he were with ostracized him. All except Gillin, who died to make sure Senshi had something to eat: unseasoned boiled meat that may or may not have been one of their comrades.

It really puts into perspective why he was so nurturing towards Chilchuck. When Chil reveals he’s 28 to the party, Senshi responds by telling him that he thought he was older. Senshi was in his 30s when he and his comrades got trapped in the dungeon, so it’s safe to assume that he thought Chil was at a similar age.

He met a young boy who was, from his perspective, forced to do dangerous work in the dungeon just like he was, and so, Senshi made an effort to look after Chilchuck in the same way Gillin looked after him.

Mind you, when Senshi was young in the dungeon he had to starve for weeks, eat the horse he loved, and finish it off spending the next i don’t know how many years wondering if he committed cannibalism.

Senshi understands first hand the value of nutrition and proper eating, so when he’s with the party he makes an effort to make sure they’re all eating a full and balanced diet. Not only that, but Senshi INVOLVES them in the process of getting food to eat, always preparing it in front of them and narrating every ingredient in the process so that there’s no doubt about what they’re eating.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[patronsaintofsacrifice]

Replacing "I dont want to live" with "i dont want to live like this" was v helpful for me because it helped me figure out what parts of my life i was trying to escape and reminded me there are absolutely versions of myself i want to work towards and ways of living i havent experienced yet that i want to see

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[ghostdoodlen]

I keep thinking about how in DC x DP tropes, people believe that Danny is the one tricking people to stay in the Ghost Zone by eating their food. Or some other Hades and Persephone thing going on.

BUT

I need people thinking he's not a consort or victim of a ghost or entity. More of their love child if you know what I mean?

I can imagine it starts with Danny being summoned (cuz that's classic Danny stuff) reeking of death and while most people in these prompts offer him food which is valid, hungry boi and all.

He refuses saying if he eats mortal food it'll delay when he can return back.

This makes people think there's some reverse Persephone logic going on. Is it all human food? For how long exactly? And is it the same for everything he eats?

Danny doesn't explain his reasoning. Maybe he has two different stomachs? Maybe he's experimenting or Frostbite told him not to. Who knows. His summoner for sure doesn't.

Danny: Always wait 30 mins before teleporting :)

[vesperosy]

falin passant guardant