#when the artist in me is stronger than the writer's block

[jadenoryuu]

(And since they're so much spoiler-y, only @teacupsandstarlight saw them!)

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[starssunsoftheinfinite]

Hi hi!!!!!! :3

I wondered if you had any time to write and I don’t mean to disturb you, but I want to request a story where its Loki x Latino trans male reader?? Also where the reader is a demigod as well?? (Like son of Aphrodite or something if you want to include that as well)

Maybe where it takes place in 2012 and Loki attacks New York and it goes on to where Loki is imprisoned in SHEILD’s airship, and the reader is an agent there who’s tough but cracks sort of under pressure. Like he listens to scene kid music (i.e artists such as Millionaires, Ghost Town, MCR, Falling in Reverse, Flyleaf, Attack Attack!, etc) that he listens to when he’s at work. Also, have the reader with top surgery please. Oh and could you also include some Spanish words that the reader says once in a while? And with the scene kid music, maybe you could add onto that sort of thing lyke where Loki eavesdrops on the songs or sumthing? X3

And when the reader meets Loki, Loki teases him and yknow, does the same with how he did with Natasha, but this time the reader feels a weird connection to Loki and gets out as soon as he can. Time passes on, and it gets to the scene where Loki and Tony converse but instead of Tony, its the reader who talks with him. (Also I’m not sure if you’re comfortable writing smut, and you totes dont have to, but if you can, could you lyke……write one with sub reader in this scene?? And if not, thats totes fine, maybe have Loki keep calling him pet names yknow?)

I think that's all but if you want to add more, lyke yer own inspo n whatnot, feel free!! also srry this was kinda long XD

LOKI x Latino!transman!demi-god!READER

Hi! Sorry, this took so long, I had writer's block for a little while but this really helped get my brain working again. and I do not speak Spanish so while I did include Spanish words and sentences I did have to use google translate so just in case they got horribly butchered There is a key at the bottom of the fic that has what each of those words was supposed to be dfuihgiugt

warnings : Sexual content (Hand job performed on the reader), mention of top surgery scars (they are touched), implied but not stated lack of bottom surgery.

Names used : Y/N, 'darling', 'pet', 'little one' Request specific aspects : Reader is a transman, the reader is Latino, the reader is a Demi-God, reader listens to scene kid music, reader speaks Spanish on occasion

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

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"Look at you. Little Demi-God." A voice called, silky and alluring. Everything was dark, you couldn't feel yourself. It was like you were nothing in a pool of nothing, only there to listen to the voice. "Does it bother you? That you are not one or the other? That you are stronger than your human companions yet you cannot even imagine what I, a God, could do?" The voice spat with a laugh that echoed through the nothing. If you were something you'd shiver. For a moment you felt somewhat there, you had a form again if only for a moment. "What I could do to you?" The voice whispered in your ear and it felt as though the only reason you had a body was so it could whisper to you. Another voice echoed through the emptiness, a voice that was much more familiar to you. "Y/N?" the second voice called and you felt a light touch on your shoulder. The first voice, the alluring one laughed and then it was gone. As was the nothing.

Your head jolted up and you looked around frantically. "Hey, Y/N. It's just us. You dozed off." Steve spoke and you took a deep breath, pulling the headphones still playing My Chemical Romance off of your head and settling them on your neck. "mierda- Yeah sorry.." You pushed out quickly, shaking your head quickly and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Steve nodded and gave an understanding smile "No, it's alright. You have been working quite hard lately. I'm not surprised you needed a rest" He chuckled, gently patting your shoulder. "Right right.." You chuckle and Tony's voice rings throughout the room like he has a microphone, he was always good at making people aware he was there. "Ah, Sleeping beauty's awake. Just in time too." He hummed and you raised your eyebrow, sitting up a little in your seat. "Oh?" You questioned and Steve picked up where Tony left off. "While you were resting Loki was apprehended. We have him in a holding cell currently but… We need some to talk to him." Steve explains as he gestures to you. You sigh "and you want me to do it?" Thor nods and gestures to himself "As much as I'd like to he isn't going to talk with me and if he does he will likely just get aggravated. But you are not only very intelligent and resilient but you are a Demi-god. To Loki they are all 'mere mortals' but you? You may not be a full God but you're close. He may be more willing to speak if you aren't mortal."

You could understand that. It would make sense that he'd want to talk with someone more like him in that aspect, especially given how he seems to treat humans. You thought for a moment and then nodded. "I'll do it but I can't promise I'll be able to get anything from him. "You say, setting your phone and headphones on the table and getting up from your chair. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms "Be careful down there. Don't let him get in your head." Natasha says in a way that to most would sound like a command but you knew it was concern. "Don't worry, viuda. I'll be just fine." You say, giving a firm and reassuring rub to her arm accompanied by a small smile. Natasha flashed one back.

It didn't take long to get to the room Loki was held in, though it was a bit tedious. So many doors requiring palm scans or badges. It's understandable security but such a hassle. You approached the pair of doors and pressed your palm to the scanner, thankfully for the final time, and finally entered the room. You took a quick glance around, getting a feeling for your surroundings before your eyes landed on the cell. You said nothing and raised your eyebrow. Loki stood with his hands behind his back and stared at the wall. You couldn't see his face though you had a strange feeling that he was grinning. You made your way closer and with each step, you felt the world around you become less of a concern like your mind was purely fixated on the God before you. Loki chuckled and you froze. He turned to look at you and it seemed he planned to say something but stopped, instead tilting his head and giving you a curious look. "You seemed so confident walking in. What's wrong, pet?" Loki cooed and you felt your back straighten out and your mouth goes dry. "I-" For the first time in a very, very long time, you were completely lost for words.

You formed so many sentences in your head but none would leave your mouth, 'Lord you're pretty', 'Kiss me' 'who do you think you are? Calling me pet?', 'fuck m-', maybe you should stop there. You blinked repeatedly and took a deep breath "Look. I'm not going to- " Loki cuts you off. "You may want to keep your thoughts in check, little thing. Wouldnt want anyone to find out what goes through that pretty head of yours, now would we?" Loki whispers with a sly smile. Your eyes go wide and he laughs softly "Yes, pet. I see everything going through your mind. I weaseled my way in long before you came here for me. Don't you remember? That dream you had? It was so difficult getting you to doze long enough to get in with that music in your ears. What was it? My Chemical- oh what does it matter." Loki spoke and with each word he got closer to the glass and seemingly without even realising, so did you. You stared into his eyes, enamored with his beauty, and yet with every second that passed your breathing got quicker and quicker and quicker until- "Sshh… breath." Loki whispered to you and your body relaxed like its only want was to do as the God said. "Thats it.. Good boy."

You felt so enamored by Loki, he was so alluring. He was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful and his voice settled deep within you whenever he spoke. God, he was so perfect- no. You cut your thoughts off, managing to slip from the mental grasp he had for a moment. "Stop that- I" You spit stepping away from the glass "Get out of my head get-" It felt like no matter how hard you tried you couldn't finish a sentence. "Oh but pet… It's so nice in there. So many thoughts. " Loki cooed, tilting his head. You stumble backward, landing on the floor where you sit for a moment. "Careful, pet. " Loki mocks but before he can say anything more you scramble towards the door and leave, his laughter echoing through your head.

Quite a lot of time had passed since that interaction and you hadn't seen Loki since. You had made sure of that. you did all of your work from behind the scenes, not daring to go out in the field again after what had happened. You still dream of him sometimes. You kept your work away from the fight, up until now that is. The fight was ruthless and worse than anyone could have planned for and they needed you. Unfortunately, they needed you here, in Stark tower, alone with him.

You stare at Loki with stern eyes, spinning a butterfly knife in your right hand and holding a gun in your left. "Long time no see, Pet." Loki hummed and you almost toppled, almost. You clenched your jaw. While those dreams were slightly annoying, they did allow you to get accustomed to Loki's ways. "Te voy a destrozar, Serpiente" You snapped, managing to push down the urge to allow him to bend you to his every whim. Loki tilted his head and smiled like a challenge. He stepped closer and you stepped back. This little game went on until your lower back pressed against the bar and in response you raised your knife and pointed it toward Loki, keeping him at a distance.

The space was only kept for a moment. Loki lifted his scepter and gently guided the knife down, stepping closer to you. "Now now, little one. Calm yourself. "He's so close you can almost feel his breath against your face. He stares down at you and moves his spare hand to the knife. "Drop it." He commands and without thinking you drop both the gun and the knife. "Oh good boy, I didn't even have to ask for both. So good for me" Loki whispered, reaching up to hold your face. "Look at you. So desperate. " Loki gently turns your face in various directions, as if inspecting his food. You feel heat begin to pool in your stomach and your face goes red. What would everyone think of you? If they saw this? Saw what Loki could do to you? Loki slowly pushed his knee between your legs and you gasped, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. "So needy." You feel his breath close in on your neck and his hand tilts your head back but before you feel contact he speaks. "Tell me you want this." Loki commands and your breath hitches.

You are silent for a moment. You have never wanted something more and yet you falter. You consider it for a moment, fearing what others may think if they ever found out. Loki sensed your worry, bringing his mouth to your ear "No one will know. It will be our pretty little secret. " He reassures and you hesitate for a moment before nodding as much as you could in his grasp. Loki only chuckles. "No, Darling. I said tell me. Say it. I want to hear you." Loki purred, you could hear the smile in his voice. "Please." You manage to say, unable to look him in the eye. "Look at me." He demands but you do not comply. His knee presses firmer to your crotch and your eyes dart towards him "Good boy. now speak up. Use your words." He always knew just the right things to say, didn't he? "Please, I want you- please" You begged, your words divulging into soft moans as Lokis knee moved against you.

Lokis scepter now leaned against the counter, leaving his hands free to roam. And roam they did. His hands slid up your shirt and you shivered at the frigid touch, Lokis fingers barely brushing against the skin. He traced your sides and up to your top surgery scars, dragging his fingers along them. "such pretty skin, so perfect" he whispered as he pressed kisses to your neck. His left hand kept tracing your scars whereas the other rose a small bit to toy with your nipple. You gasp, the combination of your neck getting marked, your nipples being touched and Lokis knee against your crotch all combining to create a wonderful sense of pleasure.

Loki continues this for a few seconds more before chuckling. "I know what you want, pet. I know what you need." Loki whispers, nibbling at the shell of your ear. The hand tracing your scars slides down, stopping just below the band of your trousers. Loki looks to you for confirmation and you nod profusely. He slides his hand under the band and into your boxers, getting close to your cock but pulling away, teasing you. You whine " por favor te necesito" you pant and he chuckles. Two of his fingers slide down to your cock and begin to rub at an agonisingly slow pace. His mouth pulls away from your neck and Loki stares at your lips as he strokes at your cock. "Kiss me." You say and for the first time, Loki seems a little shocked. "Kiss me niño bonito" you hum, the visible shock giving you confidence. A wicked smile crossed Lokis face and within seconds his lips were pressed to yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth rather quickly. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers sped up, your hands moving to find their place in his hair, gripping it tightly. The actions pulled a small moan from Loki and you smiled into the kiss, giving his hair a small tug in response. "You are getting confident pet" He pulls away from the kiss momentarily to speak before immediately pressing your lips together once more. Your hips buck slightly and your moans get louder and less controlled, one hand in Lokis hair and the other trailing down his back. "And you are getting close too. I can feel it." He chuckled. Lokis fingers sped up once more, keeping the new speed consistent and moving from your mouth to your neck. Your neck was already riddled with bruises and Loki planned to add many more. "That's it, closer, pet. Get closer for me." Loki said, practically pleading. You gasp and moan, feeling heat pool in your stomach "Yes, Good boy, cum. Cum for me, pet" Loki panted as though he was just as excited about your climax as you were. "That's it, be a good boy and cum" Your head flings back and your knees feel weak. You feel Lokis arm snake around your waist and his fingers leave your cock. You can't help but close your eyes. "Good, so good for me. You did so well." He praised and you smiled weakly. "Such a pretty smile. " he cooed. "I know you're tired. The pleasure from a God, even to a demi-god such as yourself, feels quite stronger than from a human. " Loki chuckled and you simply nodded. "eso fue increíble.." You mumble and you feel yourself being lifted into Lokis arms. "Rest, pet. Sleep." He says and you do just that. You allow darkness to overtake you and the best sleep of your life.

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Spanish Key :

That was amazing - eso fue increíble

pretty boy - niño bonito

please I need you - por favor te necesito

I'm going to tear you apart, Snake - Te voy a destrozar, Serpiente

widow - viuda

shit - mierda

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[gabriellaraelyn]

Why I Wrote 'wish upon a STAR'

'wish upon a STAR' album art by GABRIELLA RAELYN

On May 5th, 2023, I released the first single in a series preceding the release of my 'NEPHELE: Act I' album coming out on October 13th, 'wish upon a STAR'.

To be honest, the first time I wrote and produced this song was way back in 2019. Back then I was still living at my old house, and I had felt a general dissatisfaction with life and how it felt like each day was passing by the same as the last. My music career was stagnant and it just felt like I'd been hitting wall after wall. So, I sat down and wrote 'Wishes on a Star', and produced the first draft. I really liked some parts of the song, but felt that the verses didn't fit well and that the instrumentation was a bit random and uninspired. I continued to work on it for a while, but after I kept hitting writer's block, I decided to table the track and return to it at a later date.

Fast forward to this year, I was putting together the ideas for my 'Nephele' project, and while I was sharing the ideas with my mom, she mentioned 'Wishes on a Star', saying that I'd never released it, and that I should go back to it. I thought that wasn't a bad idea since my biggest challenge had been instrumentation, but since 'Nephele' was decidedly inspired by the 80s, I felt that that problem took care of itself.

So I opened up a new project on Logic and got to work using the chords and lyrics I had previously put together. Like I had previously felt, the verses just weren't fitting, so I ended up re-writing them not only in the words, but the melody too. The result finally fit much better, and became the final version.

Since deciding to make the music heavily Synthpop-based, creating the instrumentation was much easier. I'm very comfortable (and in love) with electronic 80s basses, so I started there, and layering the chords came natural, as did the addition of the reverb-heavy snares and powerful kicks/toms.

What I ended up with was the perfect opening track to the beginning of Nephele's journey. As a character, she is very dissatisfied with life, and feels hopeless in the pursuit of her dreams. 'wish upon a STAR' (which I re-named it as I felt that the style better suited the aesthetic I was going for) is a song about hitting rock bottom while chasing your dreams.

It's a song about that moment when you feel like you've exhausted all other options, when you feel like all doors of opportunity are just slamming left and right in your face, that you turn to a higher power. You think 'maybe if I wish hard enough on a star, my dreams will come true. Maybe that will finally be it.'

I made this song to provide a source of comfort for anyone who may be feeling like that. I know that as an artist, there are many moments where these feelings pass through me, and sometimes they're hard to deal with. The ending of the song has a more hopeful tone because I wanted to resolve some of that angst. I want to say 'we are strong enough to keep trudging through these murky waters'.

So, if this song resonates with you, you're not alone and you are stronger than you think and feel that you are.

Listen to it here:

Also, if you'd like, here is the music video that I made for it with the help of my family:

Thank you for reading all the way down to this point. I appreciate you :)

[twilightguardian]

Well, that's your fault for blocking me when we were having that conversation, now isn't it?

I wasn't "Totes Ownzing" you as a writer, Lilith. If you wanted to know what I meant you could have just, like... asked for clarification instead of assuming malintent and starting a fight with me. That's what most people do.

It was a show of good faith, (since I had done nothing but talk about how much of a caustic, disingenuous liar you were regarding Fixing and how uncharitable you were with those you blanketed as misogynists.) reaching out to you as a fellow writer and creative, not only saying that it was an older piece of work, so you may have already fixed it yourself in your newest draft. Then saying that if you wanted to grow as an artist that the one group you went to weren't doing you favours and if you were still with them to look for a better group who would be hard on your work, because that will show where your flaws are. Critique can hurt. But critique groups aren't there to build up your pride, they're there to hone your writing skills and do away with bad habits. You tear down your old, rotting ego and build a newer, healthier one, or rather it's like building muscle. Every critique is a little wound in your writing muscles. Those wounds heal stronger and your writing muscle, like real muscles, gets bigger, better, more able to endure and will be able to work more before getting torn again. Every artist goes through this and it's the normal process of creation. I had thought, perhaps naively, that you'd understand this at the very least.

I've been nothing, if not fair to you for the most part despite using you as an obvious example in my initial callout post. But I wouldn't have had to do that if there weren't so many examples of you being toxic and attacking people and making up things about them - in some cases serious accusations.

You get back what you give. If you're someone who comes into a conversation assuming that someone has ill intent and act with aggression, people are going to treat you the same. You wanted someone to fight with so after you blocked me I gave you what you wanted: Someone to fight. I'm willing to fight back when I see injustice and I'm not afraid to be catty. But it didn't have to be that way.

I'm also a writer, and on some level, no matter whether I like or dislike you, at the end of the day it doesn't matter. I'd still be happy if you grew as an artist and became better; if you found success. I initially was going to look into Glints Saga regardless to look into it and make comparisons between your old and new work because I was curious after learning you rewrote it to see how much it changed. It was just an innocent curiosity. Then to be polite I'd give my review of the work and be honest about it, because in my mind, there's nothing worth more than honesty. So you'd get my thoughts, if I liked some parts, if I disliked others, etc. It would give you more interaction with your work.

I made that initial long post because I saw all the dishonesty about Fixing and wanted to debunk it. If you found my fanfics and reviewed them I'd enjoy that but if you just went in to purposefully bend over backwards, contorting yourself into a pretzel to pick apart every single little thing for no reason other than wanting to hurt me, that's disingenuous. No one, not even 'critics' do that... for the most part. I've seen some bs in rwde, too, let's be real here.

To answer your question about my criticism, it's about a complicated mixture of realism and cutting fat in your writing. People normally don't say your name to you unless it's to get your attention or to emphasize they're speaking to you when in a group. If someone is speaking to you, they'll say 'you' and not your name constantly at you. Because they already have your attention. But it's also about brevity and repetition. Respect your reader's time and don't use unnecessary words because it just clogs up your prose or dialogue. Saying a character's name over and over to that character is repetitive to read. You want your writing to be concise and punchy. Every sentence, phrase and word has to matter, has to be there for a reason. If you want your writing to be as good as it can be, you make the necessary changes and take criticisms from people outside your circle of friends.

This is writing advice you can find anywhere. I'm not saying anything particularly groundbreaking or niche, but it's not something that everyone knows about, either. We all become blind to our own work and need an outsider - multiple outsiders who know how to critique - to come in and look. If you only surround yourself with friends who only ever praise your work, you'll gain a false sense of what your writing is like. I also had to learn it. I've done writing in the past where a character says another's name to that character every time they speak and I had to be aware of that to avoid it. Pointing out flaws in your writing isn't an attack on you as a person.

When I said I was going to review Glints, you just saw me as Floof 2.0 (regarding the review). Honestly, I have no idea what he said about it. I've had problems with him in the past when it came to reviewing writing and I called him out on it. He may have had good points, but I also don't doubt he said some really dumb things about your work. You assumed without evidence that I was going to be just as disingenuous as him, that I was going to use your series to attack you. Based on what? Because I called you out? I didn't call you out for no reason. The reason I took those screenshots was to back up my words to show that I wasn't lying. To show this is a pattern of behaviour that I can see that leads to the type of disingenuous criticism that I wanted to talk about and debunk. You have a skewed way of looking at the world and at people, and assume intent and malice when there might not be and I was demonstrating why that is harmful, not because I have anything against you specifically. Just your attitude and how you interact with people you disagree with.

You can take this however you like. But this is my genuine attempt to reopen dialogue with you. If not, I'll continue as I had before: Debunking your poorly thought out, bad faith criticisms of Fixing and once V6 is done so am I. But if you do, I'll continue talking to you and do what I can for you as a fellow artist.

Edit: Also as for your critique of Glints, it's coming. But frankly I have more important things to do and you're not all that high on my priority list. Properly reviewing takes time and energy.

[samobservessonic]

This issue’s story is “The Green Eater” and with it we go back to writer Mark Millar, along with artist Mike Hadley. So far, we’ve been swapping back and forth between Millar and Kitching in terms of writers, but I hadn’t heard many people talk about Millar’s work on StC, so I have looked him up on the Sonic wikia between reading issues. It’s been observed that Millar mostly wrote stories set in the zones from Sonic 1 (this one is noted as starting in Scrap Brain Zone), while Kitching used Sonic 2 as a setting. But it’s also believed that Millar wrote all of his StC stories in one block, prior to the first issue being published, so it isn’t a case of writers butting heads as it is that all of these stories were already written before the focus of the comic moved to Sonic 2. Regardless, it looks like after around issue 20, Kitching takes over as the head writer, so we only have a few issues with Millar’s writing left. Which is a bit of a shame for me, since Millar favoured using Sally Acorn, who wouldn’t appear much in StC after he leaves, but some things just aren’t meant to be But all that aside, getting back to today’s story, Green Eater shows us another larger badnik commanding the smaller ones on Robotnik’s behalf. This one is called “Terra-Droid” and is keen to have his invention finished, which he intends to use to bleed the planet dry

Sonic finds out about this via the Emerald Hill Zone literally melting (as a side note for what I said above, it’s believed that this would’ve originally been Green Hill Zone, but was edited to match Kitching placing Sonic’s base in Emerald Hill Zone). Also, we get Flicky in a speaking role! This is quite rare anyway, but by the time Sonic 3D gets adapted into StC, flickies will be the non-talking birds we see in the games, so this new-found voice won’t last once they step the focus away from the smaller animal friends

Sonic rushes to Scrap Brain and rescues a bunch of small animals, which seems to include Johnny Lightfoot, Porker Lewis and Tux Penguin. I like that he directly asks them for their help here, since it ties into StC having the small animals fight back for their own freedom

They waste no time in going after Terra-Droid, keeping the large robot busy, while Sonic heads off to destroy the Green Eater. I can’t help but feel there’s a moral about unionising workers in here somewhere

I realised that I hadn’t shown the Green Eater, but it’s basically just a big tower and it explodes when Sonic runs around it, so there’s not much to say there

He also has time left over to do this, I guess??

After that, Sonic has a short fight with Terra-Droid, removing his battery to beat him. It turns out that Terra-Droid was one of those badniks made without animal batteries, which early StC lore has established are stronger than regular badniks But I’m sure the first thing on your mind is “Wait, what are they going to do with Terra-Droid’s corpse?” Well, don’t worry, StC has the answer to that one as well:

…They hollowed him out to use as a new base to replace the one he destroyed. Now the workers can sleep soundly in the remains of their abusive boss. Look, they even put a smile on his face! I have a feeling that this will probably never be mentioned again, however. Since I remember Sonic’s hideout from later issues and it isn’t Terra-Droid, but it’s still a funny way to end the story. More importantly, according to the hard-to-see white text at the bottom of the last panel, it looks like we’ll be getting a Christmas story in the next issue. That, combined with the Tails solo story will be like a double Christmas gift, yaay!

[honey-milk-depresso]

I’m tired of you guys, get out. You dare come to insult my other mutuals,

and expect me to entertain you?

How would you feel receiving this,

and this,

or this,

of course this,

together with this,

and more of this,

Throughout the year, I’ve seen plenty. This isn’t even all that I have received. There were many I deleted and didn’t care for, and honestly, you disgust me. Not just for hate directed at me (actually, I felt way too apologetic and put the blame on myself), but you come here, nitpick all the things you hate about someone else, and decide to send it to me?

To my inbox?

This fandom has truly petrify me. Just the handful of you that like to not only be cowards and turn on anons when insulting someone else, but you don’t have the guts to send it to them directly (which you shouldn’t. At all). Why do you have to make everyone else try so hard to be in the fandom they really love and just want that passion to die?

All of this wouldn’t have happened if you just unfollowed us, block us, just leave us alone.

I was reluctant to leave, but now that desire to leave is urging me even stronger. Not only that, I’ve seen multiple people, artists and writers, being harassed and harmed by many.

If you could just have a tinge of respect and common sense to just leave us alone so that you and us won’t be affected by our thoughts you just so love to vomit out, you will be fine, much happier than taking out all your insensitive, discouraging words to yourself, you’ll find it far more enjoyable than when you blurt it all out without thinking.

@drac0nia , this isn’t your fault. Ignore them.

[cloudninetonine]

Just saw russeliarat’s art, please let me take it and eat it to grow more powerful. But seriously I so want to draw her in your design now!

Cloud is just slowly accumulating artists for the cause, the cause of kicking writer block’s butt.

If I remember correctly Hyrule had two Zelda’s??? Like for whatever reason in the game it said that Link in Link’s adventure was the same as the one in the first Zelda game, and for whatever reason the lore of the two games separates the two Zelda’s as a different Zelda from one another? Idk it’s weird and confusing and stupid.

Anyway head canons! Cause I’m sad right now-

-Player has accidentally called Warriors pretty at least eight times now, every time Gilda had to console them for hours from pure embarrassment.

-Warriors started a ‘whose the prettiest Link?’ contest that literally no one asked for and asked Player who they thought was prettiest. Player gives a mischievous expression and says Sky before going on a tangent about his baby face and lips. Sky is just in the back completely red in the face.

-Player has accidentally brought up an embarrassing moment from someone’s journey for like each Link at least once now. The first time it happens Legend accuses them of something so they retort bringing up something stupid he did in one of his games and he shuts up.

-Wild, Rulie and Player are the ultimate lost trio, they get lost all the time. Whenever Wind gets his memories and joins the ‘oh boy, memories’ squad they evolve into the ultimate chaos quartet, every night is pranks galore, it gets even better when Four joins with his four something minds.

-Player showed Wild and Wind how to take that one cursed picture where the camera is above you and your face is tilted down. Everyone is disturbed.

-Player gives an hour long power point presentation on where everyone is on the timeline and how it fits because unlike the boys they actually probably know. They had a hell of a hard time explaining Warriors and Wild’s situation.

Warriors: “What do you mean I don’t exist?!”

Player: “Well, it’s not like that-“

Wild: “So wait, ranch-hand is most likely the hero from 10,000 years ago?”

Player: “No, that’s a different hero who isn’t here, Twilight is further back than that.”

Twilight: “Hylia almighty champion, just far ahead are you?!”

-They pull out Pokémon Go and show one of the boys how “Look! There’s a Mr. Mime right there, in front of us!” The Link in question gets freaked out thinking there is a creepy invisible enemy and starts attacking/blowing up the spot the screen says it’s at. Meanwhile Player is standing there with the one punch man “okay” expression.

You're right, BB, the art is fueling me and I grow stronger every day. So, if you've got art hand it over, please, so that I may feel the ungrateful deity known as writer's block.

But seriously, the art I've been given is amazing and makes me so happy thank you guys for giving it to me I love it!

Also, Hyrule does have 2 Zelda's! The one from the first game is the current Zelda, Aurora and the other is the Zelda which was in the coma, Dawn, within the second game. I keep getting mixed up which has which name but I think it's like that?? Idk, I am a fish washed upon the heated pavement.

Finally- I FUCKING LOVE EACH OTHER THESE HEADCANONS SM??? LIKE THEY FIT PLAYER SO WELL-

[hermestalaria]

Don’t need you.

genre; angst.

soulmate au; where soulmates can feel each others emotional pain. If the first physical contact with said soulmate is under negative or forced circumstances, it leaves a mark.

summary; Guzma and the reader are soulmates, but it doesn’t work out the way the reader thought it would. He pushes them away. The bad guys don’t get happy endings.

pairings; guzma x gn!reader

warnings; shitty dialogue, like two swears, doesn’t venture deeply into mental health but hints at the reader’s possible atelophobia.

atelophobia - fear of not being good enough. Imperfection.

A/N; I imagine the mark to be like smeared charcoal or something, I’m an artist so I have a ✨creative mind✨ kidding. But on a serious note, I don’t actually write often since I have this permanent writers block where I feel like whatever I write, it just is shit. Anyways, I have decided to actually post one of my writings for the first time. Shocker. I had the sudden idea to start writing this at 1am, DON’T BE TOO HARSH ON ME. This will probably be apart of a short angst oneshot series bc I’m an evil bitch and clearly like to cause myself and others emotional distress. - Lily <3

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“You can’t help me, kid. I’m far too gone.”

Far too gone to care.

You remember his voice, it seems like it’s the only thing that makes an appearance in your dreams. Dreams of something better. A better outcome, perhaps?

It was in your nightmares too. Nightmares.

Bad dreams weren’t something that you were used to experiencing, considering yourself to be one of the lucky ones because you never had to deal with them often. Luck.

What bullshit.

Now…now, you had bad dreams almost every night. You couldn’t sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see his face, his bored expression as he stared at you like you mean nothing to him. As if you were someone beneath him. Someone not worthy of his time. Someone not worthy.

You hated that feeling.

Stupid.

“You didn’t even give me a chance.” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence slightly. as if you could literally feel your heart shatter into millions of little pieces.

“Just let me help, please. Just let me help you.”

Desperation. A need for approval.

The team skull leader raised his chin as he literally looked down at you, a thick eyebrow arched as his narrowed eyes scanned yours for any sign of dishonesty. A lie.

Why would you lie? He’s your soulmate. Your person. The person who you’re supposed to love and care about more than anything. More than anyone.

You were being genuine.

“Huh.” The Team Skull boss clicked his tongue. “You’re being genuine. People in Alola have too much to prove. Always looking for ways to prove themselves to anyone willing to pay attention. Everyone’s too caught up in bettering themselves that they begin to lose awareness of everyone else around them. It’s pathetic.”

“I’ve got nothing to lose…and I’m not from Alola, I’m from Kanto. Kanto region.” You tell him, your eyes glazing over with unshed tears of frustration at his harshness that was directed towards you. For a short moment, you could’ve sworn his face softened, but maybe it was just a fragment of your imagination. Imagining what you wanted to see. Not what was actually happening.

“I could tell.” His hands are shoved into his pockets, asserting boyish arrogance. He looked bored. “You reek of weakness.”

You could tell this attempted heart to heart was getting you nowhere. You weren’t always the best at confrontation. “You’re pushing me away. I understand why, really, I only want to help you I-“ you cut yourself off, searching his eyes for any warmth, anything at all.

Cold.

“You’re saying that you’d only want to help cause’ I’m your soulmate, they think you can get through to me like your little friends and Kukui always wanted. I’m good. I don’t need your help. You weren’t there for me before, I don’t need you now. I don’t need you.”

Harsh.

You visibly winced. The feeling of rejection prodding at your already shattered heart like a knife, panging in your chest. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Isn’t it?” A sinister grin formed on his face, picking and playing at your weaknesses, he could do that you know. Stupid connection. He’s the only one who could.

“No. It isn’t.” You sounded exasperated now. Furrowing your eyebrows.

“You’re so mean.”

You could’ve sworn you heard an “I know” in response.

“I don’t want to see your face again.” His voice was cold, distant. But it sounded strained. Like he wasn’t 100% willing to let you go without even getting to know you. To know his soulmate. It was your turn to act cold. “Believe me when I say this pretty boy.” You laughed bitterly. A sour taste spreading throughout your tastebuds as you spoke such poison. Now that’s going to be a lot of damage. “The feeling is mutual.”

Lies.

He tilted his head to the left. Eyebrows raised at the nickname. You walked forward, bumping his shoulder harshly as you walked past him and Plumeria, even she looked worried. That was going to leave a nasty mark for sure, but you could deal with the setbacks later. The grunts worried eyes were fixated on your retreating figure as you walked away.

You stopped.

“Oh, and by the way…I don’t need you either.” You let out a humourless snicker. “I’m not going to try to fight for you anymore, for this…whatever this is, because you wouldn’t do the same for me. Clearly.” You were putting your guard up to hide the unwanted emotions that you were truly feeling at that moment. Heartbreak.

“See you around, soulmate.” The bitterness poured from your tongue like acid rain, as you waved your hand dismissively at the group, not even bothering to wait for their reactions to your confession. His reaction.

When you had gotten far enough, you squeezed your eyes shut. Finally allowing the tears to fall. Something in you was screaming at you to GO BACK and fix it.

Fix it.

You couldn’t fix it. Not this time.

Your shattered heart.

You could feel the tug, the pull…the strain in your chest the further you walked away, the stronger the tug felt. Strained.

He said he didn’t need you.

He didn’t need you.

He didn’t want you.

But you wanted him more than anything. You needed him. Pain.

All you felt was pain.

The pull in your chest tugged at your heartstrings to turn around. Run to him as fast as you could and hug him tightly. Run to him.

You didn’t.

Maybe you were more like each other than you both thought.

You were soulmates after all.

[nanowrimo]

Getting Started and Keeping Going with NaNoWriMo

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Inkstacks, a 2021 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is a project-based platform and award-winning book featuring a Guided Path for writers. Today, long-time Wrimo and Inkstacks CEO Kimberly Cooper Griffin is here to share some tips for getting started with your novel:

Hello, fellow NaNoWriMo Writers!

This year marks my 10th anniversary of being a NaNoWriMo participant and previous winner. What a journey it has been. I started as an aspiring writer, and now I’m a published author with eight titles available and five others in the pipeline. And it all started with NaNoWriMo!

As most participants do, I started on Day One with an idea and the motivation to complete 50K words in 30 days, and with the wonderful encouragement provided by the team at NaNoWriMo, I did it. I slammed down all those words and then some. It was a thrilling experience and it proved to me I could do it—and I’ve done it multiple times since.

Looking back on that first year in 2011, the first thing that comes to mind is how much I’ve learned in the last ten years, and I wonder what I would have done differently knowing what I know now. 

It came down to planning, which would have gotten me off to a stronger start; and transforming, because I didn’t know what to do with my beautiful new manuscript once I came down off of my NaNoWriMo winner’s high. Believe me, the high I had when I hit 50K was intense! As you can see, I’m still NaNoWriMo-ing 10 years later and I have no intention of breaking this particular addiction.

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Getting started and keeping going

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Kimberly Cooper Griffin is a software engineer and an award-winning author. Her career in technology has spanned three decades, including work at several successful startups that have made it to the Fortune 500. With a breadth of experience that focuses on customer success, she has woven together her solutions-based mindset, technical aptitude, and a passion for writing to co-found Inkstacks.

[dreamyinception-world]

Black and Blue: Chapter 1 [REUPLOAD]

Groups: ATEEZ and others

Genre: College!AU + Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby!AU, Con Artist!AU Smut, Angst, Light Fluff

WC// 3.2k

[18+ content ahead, please read with caution]

Tags: Con Artists, Crime, Smut, Mental Health Issues, Stalking, Financial Instability, Established Sexual Relations, Blood, Gore, Violence, Sugar Baby, Sugar Daddy, Rimming, Blow Jobs,

Summary: Everybody has their own secrets, some more damning and horrifying than the rest. For college best friends San, Wooyoung and Yeosang, their personal lives are nothing less than intense with each other's pasts crossing into their present day lives. All three of them are desperate for a life in which they will all finally have some peace and stability. The question is: how far are they willing to take it?

----Next chapter----

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~writer's note~: hello hello everyone! this is a reupload of my series from the @deepnesta account of my series, with a poster change and a more updated summary. the genre tags will be updated as time goes on (because i suck at those anyway). i will be reuploading all of the chapters in bulk before adding new chapters into the mix. please be on the look out for those and i hope you enjoy!

|| Chapters will change in terms of POV/focus unless specifically stated. Enjoy!||

©dreamyinception-world/deepnesta 2022 || please do not repost or use any of my work without my permission. Thank you ♡

People have always told me that when you hit rock bottom, it’s like someone grabbed your head and literally smashed it into a big ass boulder, then pushed it on top of you. I thought of it like the meme of the plastic baby doll with its head smashed into its empty, fortified skull.

In other words, you’re totally fucked up, to a T. There’s no explanation or excuse for the place that you’ve gotten yourself into. The only words that you could possibly say to yourself when you get to this position is, “How...What…”

The moment of hating your life has since passed, now you’re just dumbfounded with your own level of stupidity and how horrible your life has become to end up in a situation like this.

I had always thought that every fucked up moment in my life was rock bottom, ‘cause hell, it sure felt like it. But, boy did I not even know what was to come...

~

“Shit!” Wooyoung shouted at the computer, startling people around him that were obviously trying to get some work done. He didn’t even bother giving them any sort of attention, he only cared about the big, fat ass D that was next to one of the major assignments in his class. He thought he had honestly done a bit better and that the professor would cut him some slack seeing that he did actually try.

“Wooyoung, there’s a lot of work you need to do on this. Besides the obvious grammatical errors that are flooded through every inch of this paper, there’s not much depth to this essay. There is a lot of rambling and repetition that when you narrow down and take it all out, your paper would be a mere two pages, four below the minimum. I really suggest that you get a tutor to help you with your writing skill and build your paper up to make it stronger.”

“Oh, I’ll build up something alright. Strength in my damn foot and ram it up your ass-”

“Shh.” A student worker in the library scowled at Wooyoung and motioned him towards the door if he was going to be loud. Wooyoung sheepishly apologized, collected his things and left the library.

Everyone around him could feel the anger rolling off of his body, if his stone cold face was something to go by. Wooyoung was usually a pretty decent student, only having minor setbacks when he was in high school, but ultimately graduated with a solid GPA.

That was until he got to college.

For some unknown reason, Wooyoung seemed to always get stuck with the worst professors in the entire world, who were seemingly out to get him and give up his position in the university. He started to barely make it out with a passing grade in some of his classes and, with his scholarships paying for school, he was only minutes away from losing everything.

Tutoring, as his professor suggested, would help. Except for the fact that he works a lot to pay for the other things that he needs for school that the scholarship doesn’t cover for. He barely had enough time to get his work done and study for exams. How on Earth was he going to survive this semester?

Well, he certainly had his ways. Although, not the most ethical.

He knew someone, a particular someone who was an assistant to the professor. He claimed that he hated Wooyoung, from his smug looking face to his horribly written papers that he always had to correct, no matter how many times he told Wooyoung that they weren’t good enough and needed to be fixed.

And yet, Wooyoung could make him bend through the smallest touch of his finger to the boy’s wrist. Hate sex, as you could say, but more of a “frienemies with benefits” in Wooyoung’s eyes. The corner of his lips suddenly curled up at the thought, turning the corner towards the office where the man usually would be.

His fingers rapped on the door lightly, hearing a muffled “come in” before gracing the assistant with his presence. “Wow~. Your voice sounded so sweet just now, Jongho~.” Wooyoung teased, closing the door behind him and leaning his back against it. The assistant didn’t bother to look and meet eyes with him, but the eldest knew that he had already pissed the younger off just from the set that had formed on his jaw.

“If you’re here to convince me to change your grade on that assignment that even my 15 year old brother could do better on, you can leave,” Jongho finished typing rapidly on his keyboard, letting out a loud huff. By the look of his features, the boy looked like he had been through the ringer, dark bags set under his eyes possibly from grading until late last night. “Because there is no way, in hell, that I’m going to adjust a single percent on that sorry excuse of a presentation essay.” His eyes flickered up to Wooyoung, clearly not amused by the way the boy swayed over to his desk.

“Really? Nothing at all?” Wooyoung kept his tone disgustingly sweet, mainly to push the assistant to further annoyance.

“No.” Jongho’s tone was completely flat.

The raven haired boy faked a sad face, moving to the other side of the assistant’s desk, a line he was not supposed to cross, as marked by the sign on Jongho’s desk. The brunette stood up and put himself face to face with Wooyoung, shoving his hands roughly into his pockets.

“That’s too bad, I thought that maybe I could help you. You seem so tense, today. Did something happen?” He lifted his hand to touch Jongho’s cheek only for his wrist to be grabbed roughly.

“Don’t-”

“I’m sure there’s some sort of way-”

“You-”

“That I could help you-”

“Dare.”

“To feel better, Ho-yah~” Before Jongho knew it, Wooyoung’s breath was ghosting over his lips. There was gleam in Wooyoung’s eyes as he took his other hand and brought it to the assistant’s crotch, merely tapping his fingers against it. Jongho held his dark glare, his brow ticking slightly.

Wooyoung appeared from around the corner from the hallway, wiping the corner of his mouth and ruffling his hair a bit, not wanting it to appear messy. Although he didn’t get exactly what he wanted, he was proposed an alternative that he couldn’t refuse with the state of his grades right now.

If you write an essay, anything at all, about the dangers of the world from whatever standpoint you want, with sources, actually well written, I’ll consider raising your grade. Not out of kindness, I don’t want to have to see your ass ever again after this year. Now, get out.

“Oh, I’ll come up with something that will make you want to see me every year after.” Wooyoung snickered to himself, walking oh so graciously out of the academic building.

~

“So, if you replace the numbers you discovered for the variables and multiple it by 25 and then divide by 10, you should get the same answer as me- are you even listening?” Yeosang’s face became insanely flushed, seeing the way that the student he was teaching, Mingi, was staring directly at his face versus following along with the textbook in front of him. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed a bit before looking back down at the textbook, pretending to read over his sticky notes that he scattered in-between the pages.

Song Mingi...stop staring at me like that...

When Yeosang started tutoring, he would get a lot of struggling students, ones that really needed to pass the class. He was always willing to help, being super patient with everyone that he would get. Some students would take a minute to get the hang of things, others just needed Yeosang to give them that little push they needed to figure things out on their own. Regardless, they would always have his full attention, he didn’t have to work so hard.

Mingi changed things almost instantly, making his life a living hell.

The boy wasn’t mean or mischievous initially. Rather calm, charming and overly attentive. He would sit, book open but void of his attention, and listen to Yeosang. It was as if he was trying to memorize the fluctuations in his voice or admire the way his lips moved. Maybe he liked the small lisp that would pop out when Yeosang would get enthusiastic or flustered.

He paid well, more than some of Yeosang’s other students he tutored. Yet, he was flawless in most of his classes. Especially the one he was having tutoring in.

But it’s not like Yeosang could turn him away. Mingi had seemingly found the loophole.

“I’m always listening” the back of his throat rumbled a bit, like he had just woken up, with a slight rasp to it. Yeosang lifted his eyes, a puff of breath escaping his lips as he put his pencil down.

“Mingi, why do you take lessons with me?”

“To work and learn from you.”

“You do so well in this class though. Why don’t you work for the tutoring program and then we can work alongside each other in that way.”

He fell quiet. Every sound inside the small room they were working in seemed to stop, swelling in the silence like a balloon. A lump formed in Yeosang’s throat when, after averting his eyes, Mingi gave him an intense look.

Something in Yeosang felt fight or flight. He was weak and thin. Mingi’s physique was big but his strength, he had no idea. Flight.

Yeosang suddenly began packing his bags in a rather hasty manner, not startling Mingi in the slightest. Go. Go. Go. Yeosang’s mind raced faster as the tension continued to build in the room, his words flowing out of his mouth like one of those medicine commercials.

“You really shouldn’t waste your money on things that you don’t need, Mingi. If you really do need extra help in the future, I can reference you to one of our honors students who is an assistant to-”

A hard hand made contact with the table, making everything shake on the surface. Yeosang didn’t dare to look but he could feel the aura radiating off of the tall boy’s body.

“Last time I checked, there’s nothing that says I can’t come and work with you.” His voice felt like a steel pole to the back. Yeosang felt like he was going to throw up, his grip tightening on the pencil case in his hand.

“Yes but-”

“So you can’t deny me tutoring sessions.”

Yeosang threw his case into the bag roughly and zipped it. His mind still screamed to get out. Don’t say more.

Mingi was quicker, reaching the door before him. His presence made Yeosang break out into a cold sweat, a crooked finger tilting his head up. He felt Mingi drinking in the fear in his eyes. The back of his throat burned.

“I’m not going to stop coming” He was authoritative. “and as long as I pay you, you’ll keep teaching me.”

“A-And if I don’t?” Bile burned the back of his throat dry, making his words sound like a choke for water. Mingi smirked, closing the distance between their faces. Yeosang’s whole body locked up. The tall boy took in a deep smell of the tutor’s body, probably filling his nostrils more with sweat then his cologne and shampoo at this point.

He suddenly moved away and grabbed the lone book that he brought for his lesson. Mingi gave Yeosang a smile. It wasn’t real, it was forced. He opened the door partially, and moved his way around Yeosang.

“I’ll see you next week.” The door shut on its own behind him.

The small trash can in the corner filled halfway with Yeosang’s lunch from earlier. He asked to leave 30 mins before his shift was over and took the bus instead of walking home.

~

“You did what?!”

“Look, I did what I had to do. Just to get him to throw me a bone for this assignment. A dickstraction, if you will.”

San verbally fake wretched at Wooyoung’s words, making the younger double over in laughter. His mind tried to push away all the disgustingness that came out of that man’s mouth. San didn’t have a problem with Wooyoung hoe-ing himself out for a good grade. But, the thought of him blowing an assistant for some reason didn’t sit right with him. Especially since it was someone that, he too, had to see every day.

He certainly didn’t need the image of Jongho’s pants around his ankles every time he walked into class.

“Anyways, anyways. He said he’ll change my grade if I can give his ass a good story. One that will really reel him in. Doesn’t seem that hard to do.” Wooyoung leaned back in the kitchen chair, resting the corner of it on the wall. The sound of the water bubbling brought San’s attention back to the stove, putting the necessary ingredients in the pot to make dinner.

“Except for the fact that your life is not interesting whatsoever” San mumbled under his breath. He could feel the targets on his back from Wooyoung’s eyes, smiling a bit when he heard a snort coming from that side of the room.

“So fucking what? He didn’t have to say it had to be true! I could write about being a stripper before college or something.”

“Who’s a stripper before college?” Yeosang’s voice rang out from the other end of the apartment near the door. He stripped off his shoes and jacket, walking into the conversation clearly at the wrong point.

“No one. Woo’s trying to make up some story so that Dr. Byun’s assistant will give him a better grade on that assignment we had due last week. Except he forgot that he’s a shit writer and can’t even bullshit a paper well.” Yeosang snorted at San’s remark, gracing the connected kitchen and dining area with his presence, only to be gawked at by the one in question.

“Woah, Sangie, you look like shit” The words came out of Wooyoung’s mouth before he could stop them. As if he had seemingly forgotten about the earlier incident, the blonde glanced over at the wall mirror. His face has gotten a bit pale and his eyes looked heavy and more sunken than usual. A postcard for a zombie movie. He shrugged it off and moved towards San, sliding his arms around his waist and resting his head on the boy’s clothed broad shoulder.

“You’re not gonna say anything to that big mouth being mean to me?” His voice came out in the form of a pout, squeezing his sides lightly. San hummed, turning his head and kissing Yeosang’s temple without sparing a glance at him, keeping his eyes tuned to the food cooking in front of him.

“I’m sorry. You do look a little like shit though, honey.” Yeosang grunted from his words and moved away from him. He ended up in front of the refrigerator, rummaging frustratedly before finding what he was looking for.

“It’s that guy from my Statistics class, the one who always comes to the tutoring sessions,” Yeosang plops down at the table next to Wooyoung, tearing a piece of dried squid with his teeth, his rough hand grazing through his hair. “It’s like he’s set on tormenting me, stalking me, I don’t know but he just won’t leave me alone” Yeosang puts his head down on the table with an unintentional loud bang.

“Just tell your boss so that he can’t come and see you anymore” Wooyoung scoots his chair closer to Yeosang and puts his arm around him, trying to be some sort of comfort as San turns off the stove, looking over in their direction with a bit of concern on his face. Yeosang lifts his head, fighting off the tears that he could feel coming. He had cried enough on the bus, he didn’t want to give Mingi any more of his tears.

“The tutoring program has been suffering a lot the past year and we need the money. Mingi is our highest paying student and I don’t have any proof that he’s doing all of this stuff to me. He’s never hurt me, barely touched me, nothing that would cause concern in the program’s eyes. It’s my word against his” He goes to slam his head against the table but hits the back of Wooyoung’s hand instead.

“Well, there has to be something that we can do, right..?” Wooyoung’s voice slowly went quiet, looking over towards San, as if beckoning for him to say something. The second oldest instead grabbed the pot on the stove and motioned for Wooyoung to help set the table.

They sat eating in silence, with only small words exchanged to pass side dishes or ask for more. San had an expression on his face that the others couldn’t pinpoint, seemingly a mix between deep thought and strug anger.

~

“I don’t know what to do, Sanie.” Yeosang mumbled lightly, his cheek to San’s bare chest. They don’t spend many intimate moments with each other like this. Mainly because Yeosang is usually too tired from studying and tutoring to have the energy for it during the week. Now, they lay in bed, clothes scattered on the floor. San still hadn’t spoken much since Yeosang exposed the incident to them. The blonde couldn’t see the heavy worry on San’s face from where he was laying.

San wouldn’t say that him and Yeosang are in some sort of serious relationship. It was always seen as more friends with benefits from both sides. He can’t help but worry and care so much over Yeosang though, being that he is the closest to him before he had become close to Wooyoung.

It was in his nature, he always cared hard for everyone.

“Don’t worry about it too much, Yeo. We’ll figure something out. I’m not sure what yet, but we will” He ran his fingers slowly through Yeosang’s hair, staring up towards the ceiling, watching the lights of cars bask the room in ivory white before darkening. “Sleep for now, we’ll talk about it more tomorrow.” He felt less uneasy when Yeosang relaxed against him.

Once he knew the boy was asleep, he moved himself slightly to reach for his phone. The screen lit up, coating San’s face in a soft glow. His fingers moved fast against the keyboard, biting the corner of his lips nervously after he pressed one button. He laid his phone on the pillow next to him and waited, almost dozing before it lit up once more.

“Anything for you, princess. I’ll send it over. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

San felt his breathing hitch lightly when his phone vibrated again. He felt excited yet nervous at the same time.

But, that would be something that he would deal with tomorrow.

For the time being, he slid his arms around Yeosang comfortably after placing his phone back on their mahogany bedside table. He looked down at the boy in his arms, smiling lightly at the way his lips parted, small puffs of air coming from them on and off, with a small hum lingering in between.

“Don’t worry. Sanie is going to take care of you.” He left a small kiss next to Yeosang’s birthmark, closing his eyes and letting sleep take over him.

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[romiantic]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒙 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ࿐ྂ

彡 ❛ 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 ❜

彡 𝗳𝘁. ryota kise

彡 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff with very little angst

彡 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

彡 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suggestive theme at the end

彡 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: all characters are 18+. also can we talk about how BOMB this song is 🤧 y’all sleepin on this song fr

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ ❛❛ 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊 𝙄𝙏 ❜❜

❝ 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏! You have two minutes till showtime.” Your manager, AKA, older brother, barged and announced to you like he didn’t update you almost five minutes ago.

You did your usual of sucking your teeth and rolling your teeth every time he barged in and interrupted your call, you replied with annoyance in your tone, “AJ I know! Can you wait a minute? Damn, so impatient for absolutely no reason.”

“I’m sorry who’s the one with hundreds of thousands of fans screaming their name and waiting for their ass outside? Me or you? Oh okay. Anyways, end yo little call with yo boyfr-”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You interrupted, becoming irritated with your brother and simply wanted him to shut the fuck up. A great manager and brother, yet way too uptight for his job.

AJ rolled his eyes and muttered something but you flipped him off and pretended not to hear him until he left your dressing room. You gave your attention back to your phone, giving a cheeky smile to the blonde boy on your screen. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a nervous look growing on you but from what you could tell, he was choosing what shirt to wear to his photoshoot. Leaving him to be seen with a no top on and a pair of denim jeans.

Though it was typical to see your best friend’s exposed upper body, it was a sight you never got used to. His well-toned body, results from years of playing basketball in middle and high school, making your face hot, adding on to the nervousness you were already facing from your upcoming performance. Along with the pearly white smile he flashed at you creating a sick feeling in your stomach, something that you made you clench onto it and try to ignore. Now was not the time to be drooling over your best friend, who interrupted your stare with a laugh and said, “Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna take a picture?”

Of course, he’d ruin it with some cocky line like that, you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth. “Boy calm down, ain’t nobody wanna was staring.”

“Your nervous face said otherwise.”

“Akekeke, don’t you have a photoshoot to go to?”

Kise replied with the same energy as yours, “And don’t you have a performance to go to?”

You held up a finger to a screen then crossed your arms, “Aht aht, don’t worry about me now. Worry about yo lil pictures with that famous ass Russian model.” You wanted to roll your eyes just thinking about the brought-up woman but it would make it seem like you’re being jealous for no reason.

Kise let out a small laugh, adoring the irritated look that was starting to creep up on your face. “Somebody sounds jealous.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff, “Oh please, like I would be.” You looked at the time on your watch and noticed it was about one minute until your performance. Your eyes widened at the time and hurried, you quickly ended the call with Kise, “Shit, fuck! I gotta go perform but I’ll call you back when I’m done.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you beautiful when you get back.” The golden-eyed boy winked at you yet you cringed and scrunched your face. “You’re so fucking corny Kise.” You hung up the call, grab any other pieces missing from your outfit, and headed out of your dressing room.

You traveled quickly around backstage, passing by many coworkers and background dancers waiting for you, to head into the small tunnel for artists to come out on stage. You stopped at the exit and gulped as you scanned the stage. An outside arena with hundreds of thousands of fans cheering your name, waiting for your appearance.

Usually, you would be at ease with concerts this large but for some reason this time is different. Unknowing the reason nor cause, you started to feel anxious, your hands mildly shaking and your throat going dry.

There was something in the back of your mind attempting to not make you perform, something telling you to not do it, it won’t be good, people will hate you. A voice there to influence thoughts, hoping that you would fall into the trap and just give up on singing. Though of course, you wouldn’t listen to that voice, that voice always lingered around whenever you were brought to perform, no matter where you were.

The only thing to distract you and keep you safe from that tiny voice is someone who you’ve longed to love. One who just settles your nerves, bringing comfort, and removing all anxious thoughts. One who would deem you as one of the greatest artists he’s ever listened to, maybe it’s opinionated but he loves you too much to disagree.

The now dawdling thought of his soft voice whenever he spoke or his flirtatious nature when you two joked around made a familiar feeling grow greater than before. Something replaced the anxiousness that was growing, a feeling that replaced the nervousness and calmed your shaky hands. Something that was the thought of Ryota Kise, he was like the medicine to all the pain you’ve suffered. A remedy to your anxiety, one of the many causes of the cheeky smile social media often sees you with.

Someone who you grew up and spent all your life with, always noticing how protective he was of you or the way he hummed one of your pre-recorded tracks that he was the only one to listen to. Celebrating one of your songs had hit #1 on the Billboard chart and the way he helped out whenever you hit writer’s block.

Every single thing, noticeable or not, made you grown to love the boy, starting from a platonic, playground friendship blooming to many years of trying to figure out if you are romantically in love with him. Growing familiar feelings of butterflies mixed with the thought of just wanting to cup his face and kiss him whenever he was around.

Just the ultimate feeling of wanting to be buried in the blonde boy’s arms and explain the blooming love for him made you want to sing the song you wrote for him. A new single that you never wanted to put out since you wanted only Kise to hear it, including that the song was your way of telling him what you felt all these years.

Though something changed your mind, something in your brain told you to tell everyone around you that you’re singing solo, no backup singers or dancers, only you on that stage. In this performance, you just had to do it yourself, nothing but you, the stage, and the microphone.

Everyone was confused by the last-minute change of plans but went along with it. They rescheduled it to where your first “official” song to start the concert with was right after your solo performance. You gave thanks to your team and took some deep breaths. You made sure your Bluetooth set was on and working properly in your ear, AJ handed you a mic and brushed off any wrinkling from your outfit and any smoothed out your hair. Uptight about his job yet made sure his little sister was looking the greatest for her performances.

You took deep breaths again, shook off any bad nerves, and walked on stage. The already excited crowd enraged and their volume expanded as they saw you stand before them. Everyone waving their signs that said, “I love you y/n!!” or “Y/N is so beautiful!” You waved to the audience and stopped at the middle of the stage, walking closer to the front of the stage as well.

You turned on the mic and tapped it to see if it was working, “Mic check one two, can you guys hear me?” The crowd immediately responded yes, you continued on to talk to them, “Okay good, have been getting technical difficulties with my mic and I really don’t feel like switching mics three times. Anyways, afternoon to all my lovely fans who made it out here or to those that are watching me live. I love you all and thank you for supporting me, I truly am grateful for every single one of y’all.” Everyone screamed out how much they love you and adore you, showing off their merch that they bought and waving the homemade posters.

You smiled at their response and cleared your throat as you introduced the song, “Thank you, I love you too. This first song is one that has been sitting too comfortably in my heart. A piece that came from genuine emotions and feelings I’ve tried to bury yet couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. It’s something that I never planned on dropping but I just felt like the world had to hear what I had to say. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it cause I did when I was writing this song at two in the morning before I snuck into the studio and recorded it. Was it worth it? Definitely. Now I may introduce to you, Not Another Love Song. A contradicting title isn’t it?”

You took a large breath in and out, you took a position as you waited for the beat to drop. As soon as you heard the familiar melody start, you sang, “I don’t wanna mess this up, could it be too much to say I’m in?”

The crowd lowered down and became silent to hear your new single, grasping the beautiful new lyrics you were singing and just vibing along with it.

You yourself were placing emotion as you sang, not noticing how proudly you sang the chorus or how you were smiling at the crowd the entire time. One thing was clouding your mind to even pay attention to those details, the same thing that more than likely pushed you to sing the song.

As you sang, the feelings for your best friend grew stronger, butterflies in your stomach, and the deprivation of his touch grew on you. Not even realizing how much you missed him until you turned initially to smile at AJ and your team yet saw a familiar face appear as well. You questioned it but then turned back to continue singing to the audience, only thinking that mind is playing games with you.

“I'm finna take my time, my mind, my rules. This ain't no crimе makin' love to you, though you ain't say this. But I had a hard time waitin' for you, boy. Like ooh, boy, you, boy. Got me where you want, just gotta say and it's on, it's like, ooh, boy, do you know you got me like where do you go when you're alone?”

As you sang, you noticed the crowd growing silent, their eyes widening, and their jaws dropping. You were utterly confused at was catching their attention, you turned to your team and your brother pointed behind, giving you a goofy smile as well.

You turned around to what was the cause of this silent commotion and right along with everyone else, your jaw drop and your eyes widened. The flirtatious, handsome model that everyone knew of was standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He walked up to you and smiled greatly, closing in the large gap between the both of you.

Seeing him walk closer to you made you want to say forget concert and sing the rest to him. Half of your feeling was already poured out, not even knowing he was listening to all of it. You didn’t think he would even be here since he had a photoshoot, not standing on an outside stage with a bouquet of roses and dressed in casual attire.

He handed you the roses and kissed your forehead, telling you, “Alone with you, away from the world, where else would I be when I’m alone?”

No response came from you, not even a single gasp or a sniffle to signify that you might cry. The way you responded to his presence was something that shocked the arena, everyone watching you on live, your team, and even the two of you yourself. Who would’ve thought you would be bold enough to grab his face and kiss him right then and there? You snaked your arm around his waist and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He responded back by wrapping his hands around your shoulders and hugging you tightly, holding onto you to make sure you wouldn’t separate from him.

You pulled back from the kiss and smiled, softly combed his blonde hair, and expressed, “I love you, Kise.” Saying his name like it was something you’ve been aching to say, a name that you’ve buried away yet brought out today. A name that sounded so lovely and romantic when you say it.

Kise expressed as well, “I love you too y/n. I’ve always loved you and I will never stop loving you.” He kissed you again, he removed his hand from your shoulders and trailed around to find your hands. He removed your hands from his waist and instead intertwined them with his.

He felt you smile when he held your hand and smiled back. He stated in between kisses, “You know I’m staying on this stage to hear you finish that song right?”

“It’s fine, I need someone to do my next performance on anyways.” He looked at you and you did nothing but wink and mischievously smiled at him. Kise had a small idea of what he could expect but suppressed it to enjoy the soft moment he wanted between the both of you. A moment that he’ll never forget and a concert that will always be remembered for everyone around you.

彡 it’s like 5 am and I’m tired 🦧 the only thing that kept me up was the fact that I don’t have school plus I loveeeeee kise

彡 also the show olivia

彡 I don’t think I ever mentioned to y’all how much I love his ass but now is definitely not the time 😁

彡 I’m convinced if it silent black hair blue eye powerful men weren’t my type, cocky and flirtatious ones would be runner up

彡 anyways hope you guys enjoy + pleaseee listen to the song, I highly recommend plus ella mai is VERY underrated

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟏𝟖:𝟑𝟎 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗄𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[raimispiderman]

From the booklet which comes with the Spider-Man Trilogy Limited Edition Collection blu-ray!

This talks about the making of Spider-Man 2, here’s the bit about the first Spider-Man movie.

Click for a transcript:

THE EVOLUTION OF A SUPERHERO

“It was truly gratifying and even a bit overwhelming to witness how strongly moviegoers around the world reacted to Spider-Man,” said director Sam Raimi. “As a filmmaker, I always want people to really enjoy my movies, and on that level, Spider-Man exceeded my expectations.”

After the triumph of the first Spider-Man, Raimi knew he had a responsibility to follow it up with a story that justified the fans’ enthusiasm and their built-in expectations for the next adventure. “There’s great interest in this movie, following the success of the first one,” he acknowledged. “For the kids who come to see it, Spider-Man is their hero. So while the job of making this movie is to provide entertainment, it is also to create a story that shows them a moral character, someone who has to make tough choices and the right decisions in order to continue to be worthy of their admiration.”

The wealth of detailed stories and characters in the Spider-Man comic book series provided a mother lode from which to cull the plot for Spider-Man 2. “The Marvel artists and writers have done a great job through the decades – I know, because I’m a big fan myself – so there’s a tremendous amount of good material to draw upon,” noted Raimi. “Finding a storyline wasn’t that difficult. It was finding the right story, the one that made for a proper follow-up installment, and provided a logical progression for the audience and a logical growth for the character. For the, I relied on the terrific storytelling instincts of my very fine producers Laura Ziskin and Avi Arad. Together with the contributions of our great writers, we found a plot line with ideas that reverberated.”

With the storyline of the new adventure locked, Arad looked forward to the reunion of the Spider-Man filmmaking family, not the least of which was Tobey Maguire. “Tobey was so happy to be Spider-Man again and to be Peter Parker,” said Arad. “As an actor Tobey relished deepening the audience’s understanding of who Peter Parker is and who is becoming,” added Ziskin. “Peter’s a man who is transition, someone who’s struggling with the choices he is making.”

Maguire added, “The theme ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ is never lost on Peter. It’s difficult to be a young man and have to sacrifice as much as he has – presumably for the greater good – and to neglect his personal desires. The struggle continues here and it’s quite complicated, because Peter’s searching desperately for a way to achieve some balance in his life.”

 As Peter becomes more immersed in his dilemma, it creates a rift between him and the important people in his life. Though his love for MJ is stronger than ever, she has moved on with her life, pursuing an acting career, living in Manhattan and moving in new social circles. “In this film, Peter is off in his own world and not a reliable presence in MJ’s life,” explained Kirsten Dunst. “She still loves him a great deal, so it has become painful for her to be around him. Though they’ve both done a lot of growing up in the past two years, at the same time, they’ve drifted apart.”

Then, as if Peter’s life were not complicated enough, the situation moves from bad to worse – much worse. Enter Doc Ock.

Dr. Otto Octavius (Alfred Molina) is a brilliant scientist whose life work has been dedicated to experiments utilizing fusion as a new source of energy. Charming, vibrant and energetic, Dr. Octavius is introduced to Peter by Harry Osborn.

“This movie is the story of Peter’s life, which is out of balance, and Dr. Octavius who, for Peter, represents someone who has achieved that balance,” explained Raimi.

“Peter sees Octavius as somebody who has mastered both his gifts – in this case science, through which he can serve the good of mankind, while also maintaining a personal life, a loving relationship with his wife Rosie (Donna Murphy). This leads Peter to the conclusion that it’s possible to have both.” Dr. Octavius, with the support of his wife, has been working diligently in his home laboratory, trying to perfect his groundbreaking fusion theory. But when a demonstration of his creation goes horribly wrong, Dr. Octavius undergoes a terrible transformation – evolving into the powerful, multi-tentacled Doc Ock.

In Spider-Man 2, the talented and versatile Molina brings this powerful adversary to terrifying life. “He is a formidable enemy for Spider-Man,” said Arad. “He can climb walls faster and better than Spider-Man. In fact, there’s nothing Spider-Man can do that Ock cannot counteract.”

Doc Ock, one of the most popular villains of the Spider-Man comic book series, first appeared in “The Amazing Spider-Man #3,” which was published in 1963. He immediately became one of Spider-Man’s most formidable foes. According to comic lore, each of Ock’s limbs can move at speeds of up to 90 feet per second and strike with the force of a jackhammer. The extremely powerful tentacles enable him to lift a vehicle off the ground, pulverize bricks, claw through concrete walls and hover above his victims by rising into the air.

The filmmakers were eager to attract Molina for the central role. “We needed someone who brought a palpable reality to the part, and who was also sincere, had a great sense of humor and personal warmth,” said Raimi. “Alfred is a brilliant actor, and what he’s brought so effectively to the character of Doc Ock is the sense of him as a misunderstood man who has turned into a beast.”

Molina confessed, “I’ve always been a Marvel Comic fan because their characters are so interesting. They have problems. They’re very realistic.” From him, the mechanics behind the role of Doc Ock was a true education. “It was mind-boggling, the breadth and the imagination that went into how each of my character’s actions – flying across the room, crashing through a plate glass window, smashing a taxicab – was to be executed. It’s a unique way of filming that’s not like anything most of us get to do really. It’s a very particular way of working, and absolutely fascinating.”

J.K. Simmons also returns in Spider-Man 2 as Peter’s gruff boss at the Daily Bugle, J Jonah Jameson. “I fire Peter several times in this movie. Every time I see him, I fire him,” laughed Simmons. “And then I re-hire him because there’s always some pressing need for his services.”

Principal photography on Spider-Man 2 began on April 12, 2003, in New York City, where the production spent approximately three weeks shooting at various locations in Manhattan, Queens and Brooklyn, as well as on a Yonkers stage. From ground-level street shots to rooftops high above the city, the filmmakers efficiently utilized the time they spent in New York, giving them the opportunity to expand on the city’s unique environment, which had lent such vibrancy to the first Spider-Man.

“In the first film we established New York as a character in the movie. With Spider-Man 2, we went even further,” said production designer Neil Spisak. “We used a lot more of the city, including [photographic] plates of real buildings and real streets. Improvements in technology over the past three years enabled [visual effects designer] John Dykstra and I to marry existing buildings to scenery buildings to CG buildings even better than the first time around. It’s a much more complete experience.”

“We got more of a feeling of New York in this movie,” added Ziskin. “The movie is being shot in widescreen, which is appropriate because this is a different story, so it required a different approach.”

Production began on the campus of Columbia University in uptown Manhattan, which served as the university Peter Parker attends while he struggles with the responsibilities of his academic workload and his superhero duties. The rooftop of the Hotel Intercontinental, across from the Waldorf Astoria, was the location where Spider-Man contemplates his next move, while downtown, in the Wall Street area, another rooftop served as the “launch-pad” for the Spydercam camera, as it dipped and swooped over several blocks to replicate one of Spider-Man’s high-stakes aerial journeys through the city.

“We executed one of the longest wire shots the Spydercam has ever done,” said executive producer Joseph M. Maracciolo. “The Wall Street shot was around 2,400 feet. I’m an ex New Yorker, so I didn’t find the location shoot particularly daunting. But there are always difficulties when you’re doing wire work in New York, including the placement of the cranes on the buildings, the movement of the cast, crew and equipment, and of course, the crowds.”

“It was a challenge for us to move our production to the tops of buildings, but we couldn’t have been happier, because rooftops are Spider-Man’s world and that is his view of the city as he swings through it,” noted co-producer Grant Curtis. “It was breathtaking to see the world from 70 stories up – a world unto itself. You can’t fully really appreciate the beautiful architecture of New York’s skyscrapers from ground level. We showed some of that in the first film, but we wanted to show more of Spider-Man’s vertiginous world, and I think we really captured that with this film.”

In Spider-Man 2, Doc Ock sweeps Aunt May off her feet – literally – and takes her up several stories of a tall building. Rosemary Harris performed her stunts in a variety of harnesses, but only after she had managed to talk the filmmakers into letting her give her stunt double a rest. “I was a bit miffed at first, because my wonderful stunt double was going to do a lot of these harness maneuvers,” recalled Harris. “So I asked Sam and Laura, ‘Why not let me have a go at it?’ At first they were reluctant. But I begged them to at least let me try and they finally relented.”

Returning to Los Angeles, Spider-Man 2 shot on several stages on the Sony Pictures Studios lot in Culver City. Stage 15 was home to the Daily Bugle offices, as well as Peter’s tiny apartment and Dr. Octavius’ elaborate home laboratory. On Stage 29, the Osborn mansion, where Harry Osborn now lives, was recreated. Stage 27 housed MJ’s apartment set, a giant spider web, the interior of the Planetarium, the massive clock tower set as well as various other set pieces. A series of elevated trains were built on Stage 14, where Spider-Man and Doc Ock match wits.

One of the most elaborate sets for Spider-Man 2 was the pier set, designed by Spisak and built over the course of 15 weeks on Soundstage 30. “In contrast to Dr. Octavius’ lab, which was part of his apartment – a streamlined, organized and clean space – the pier is a maniacal, decaying, decrepit space,” explained Spisak. “It follows his character development in terms of his becoming a wilder, more dangerous and more formidable adversary for Spider-Man.”

The set, approximately 60 feet wide by 120 feet long and 40 feet tall, was constructed over a water tank and enhanced by several different components, including CG/plate work and miniatures.

“Before we built the set, we created an exact ¾ scale model of it, about 7 feet long and 4 feet wide, from drawings and blueprints. The model was extremely useful to the carpenters, who could take measurements to help them construct the full-sized pier, as well as for the miniatures team, so they could ascertain the dimensions, textures and materials that were used,” explained art director Tom Wilkins. “We shot plates down in San Pedro, where we panned from a real pier to the water. In post-production a New York background was added. We also built a miniature pier – interiors and exteriors – to complete the composition on the East River.” The art department team designed a 136 foot by 40 foot-high vinyl backing to represent Ock’s view of Manhattan through a large window at the end of the pier set. Wave machines were rigged in the water to create movement under the pier.

The production then moved to the Universal backlot for two weeks of shooting. Several city streets were transformed into a variety of New York neighborhoods including the exterior of the Lyric Theatre where MJ performances in an off-Broadway production of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest. Ari’s Village Deli and Bakery became the site of an extremely complex scene involving a quiet conversation between Peter and MJ, which is interrupted by Peter’s “spider sense” – and a car careening through the plate glass window, followed by the arrival of Doc Ock.

“It was a great luxury to be able to build that set from every aspect, so that we could do everything we needed for the scene,” said Spisak. “The walls were made of french plate so that when the car smashed through it, the buildings around it were protected. We were able to design what we thought it should look like visually, then as tricks, gags and stunts became clearer, we were able to add them to the set before it was completely finished.”

“The deli was a full, 360 degree set, with a kitchen, deli counters, pastries, ceiling fans and chandeliers,” added art director Steve Saklad, who worked closely with Spisak. “We dressed the exterior streets so that you could look out of the window and see the intersection of Lafayette Street and Astor Place. It required an enormous amount of signage, billboards, street dressing, trees and traffic lights.”

For Raimi,  “The diner was a complex technical scene, because it brought together so many different departments, each relying on the other to fulfil their function  and communicate with each other so that each individual shot would work. We utilized mechanical effects and the stunt department had to take an automobile, spin it and flip it through the deli window, with the prop department providing the breakaway items. What made it even more complex was that we had to fly Doc Ock in, using something we dubbed the “walk rig.”

The “walk rig” was created for Doc Ock, because the character not only moves himself, but his tentacles move him around as well. When he walks on the tentacles, they support his weight, so a device was constructed to harness him and move him through space as if the tentacles were supporting him. The visual effects department also created “virtual” tentacles where practical ones weren’t feasible.

When he was in full costume, Molina’s tentacles weighed between 75 to 100 pounds, depending upon the action required for the scene. Each of the tentacles was fully articulated. In their expanded, 13-foot length, each upper tentacle consisted of approximately 76 individual pieces Each vertabra was handmade, hand molded, sanded, individually hand painted, chromed, then painted again and assembled by hand. The entire collection of Doc Ock tentacles, bases, heads and wrists, if laid end to end, would be taller than a 20-story building.

Academy Award winning costume designer James Acheson welcomed the opportunity to further explore and improve upon the already classic Spider-Man costume for Spider-Man 2. “Creating the Spider-Man suit for the first film was a real challenge since we were designing for a kind of Cirque du Soleil acrobat, someone who had a unbelievable kinetic spiraling ability,” he said. “So the suit had to be extremely flexible. For the new installment we made several improvements, though you’d have to be a real enthusiast to spot them. The colors are slightly different, and we have made subtle changes in terms of the movement inside the costume’s hood. We also adjusted the eyepieces of Spider-Man’s mask as well as certain aspects of the spider design on the front and the back of the suit.”

For Spider-Man 2’s Doc Ock, Acheson and Raimi spent close to a year collaborating with Spisak and visual effects designer John Dykstra and working with Edge FX in what began as a series of “group think” sessions, according to Raimi. “I needed John Dykstra’s input, because it was John who was going to have to handle Doc Ock’s movements in CG, so he had to be involved in designing the character, along with Jim, who was going to determine the look of the character,” recalled Raimi. “Part of the look determined the movement, and what the arms look like began to govern how it functioned. Neil was involved because Ock had to be a part of Neil’s world in the film. A great interdependence developed among the department heads in order to achieve the complex nature and physicality of the character,”

“The challenge with Doc Ock is to visually create a believable world, focusing on a man with four tentacles growing out of his back,” said Spisak. “Now, that can be a tough swallow. So, in creating Ock and his world, we needed to design and play it so that everything was credible. Ove the course of several months, it became clear what was physically possible for Ock and what would have to be achieved via CG. We conceptualized the look and only then did we deal with the physical limitations, rather than letting them stop us at the beginning.”

Added Dykstra: “It was a huge challenge to make Doc Ock come to life. His tentacles had to meet several criteria. They had to be appropriate with regard to the world Neil had created for Spider-Man and Ock. The components of the costume – the texture and the weight – had to bed something an actor could actually wear. Since using the tentacles wasn’t always practical, we had to create ‘virtual’ versions with Edge FX. In the end, integrating the tentacles into the story was a marriage of all those components and the collaboration of everyone involved.”

Spisak and his team designed and dressed more than 100 sets and locations for Spider-Man 2. “There are probably 10 enormous sets, while some are simply street corners. We covered eleven blocks in downtown Los Angeles and used many rooftops, streets and buildings in New Yorj City,” noted Spisak. “This is certainly the biggest film I’ve ever done.”

Spisak worked with director of photography Bill Pope on the color palette for the sets, and they pored over research and location pictures to inspire them for the story’s lighting requirements. “In the first film, Peter Parker was younger, less aware and just beginning to discover his new powers. That was reflected in the overall look of the movie,” said Spisak. “With this film, he has been Spider-Man for a while, so his frustration over how to deal with his life versus his duty is more complex. That’s reflected in the color palette and the tone of this film – it’s a little more sophisticated, more complicated and deeper, in terms of color and look.”

Among the tools Dykstra and his team utilized to achieve the shots presenting Spider-Man’s point-of-view, while he is soaring over the city, was Earl Wiggins’ Spydercam. During the New York portion of the shoot, the specialized camera was launched using a remote-controlled computer suspended on a cable from a Wall Street-area rooftop more than 30 stories in the air, which recorded what DSpider-Man saw as he swung over the city. The camera traveled along a line suspended over four blocks, dipping down into the street and over the tops of several blocks of vehicles and background art that had been placed for the sequence.

“We were dropping the camera and moving it up and down over the course of the shot to follow Spider-Man’s trajectory as he swings through the arch, releasing a web, and shooting a new web as he swings into the traffic below,” explained Dykstra.

“One of the successes of the first film was the empathy the audience had for the main character. He was very sympathetic,” Dykstra said, “This movie explores the character in greater depth, and in terms of the visual effects, we’re hoping to give audiences an event more intimate sense of what it’s like to be Spider-Man. In the first film, we get to fly with him. The idea here is to make the flying sequences poetic enough and evocative enough that you will get an even stronger sense of what it’s like to fly like Spider-Man.”

That approach is reinforced by Raimi, said Ziskin, “One of the really striking aspects about Sam is that he is the audience for this film. He makes the movie for the audience, identifies with the characters and is always aware of the rhythms and how each sequence will play – both to him and the other members of the audience. That makes him the perfect director for this kind of material. Also, he’s at a point in his directing career where he’s at the top of his game. He is brilliant technically, but also works extraordinarily well with the actors. Ultimately, his personal connection to Peter Parker and the other main characters is a great gift to the audience.”

“These are tough, scary times and during such periods we look to heroic stories to give us hope,” noted Raimi. “Maybe that has something to do with why the audience was so taken with Spider-Man when he first appeared two years ago. With Spider-Man 2, I truly hope that audiences will feel that they’re seeing a love story, that they’re participating in another episode of Peter Parker’s life and are seeing the challenges and conflicts he faces and how he overcomes them. I hope it will leave them feeling uplifted and exhilarated.”

[chrissyslittleartwork]

"Bast, I may not make it out of here alive. If I don't, I want you to run away."

"No, I am not leaving you."

"But--"

"Do you honestly think I would just leave you behind? Forget it, I am staying with you. I made a vow to always be your side, no matter the circumstances."

"But Bast, if you stay...there is a chance you'll die."

"I don't care. I rather die by your side than to keep on living without you. I will help you seal away the evil."

"Even if I manage to succeed, if you stay, not only will our souls be sealed away, but both our memories of each other will be wiped. We will become strangers..."

"I believe that no matter what happens, regardless if we will lose our memories, our love will be strong enough to bring us back to each other. I believe in you, Atem. I love you."

"...I love you, Bast. Thank you."

I feel bad for having to neglect these two sometimes, because I really do love them. Developing Bast as well as her relationship with Atem has made me love these two so much. I can honestly feel their love for each other. Even when their memories of each other have been wiped away, their love is still there. It just has to be reawakened. By the time the series ends, with their memories back, their love is much stronger than ever before. Having them to go through so much and realizing how much they meant to each other as well as their friends, it can really tug at your heart strings. I feel the reason I haven't drawn them enough is because I haven't been getting any good ideas of drawing them. I tend to get artist block almost as much as writer's block, and it's freaking annoying. Oh well, I am glad to least draw them here and now.

[blazehedgehog]

Do you ever think of yourself as being on the ASD? Up until the past few years (I'm 25 now), I never considered the possibility but as I delved deeper I identified with a lot of common behaviors (obsession, preferring isolation, social issues/anxiety, pickiness) and explained why I found it so difficult to assimilate in high school.

I’ve occasionally wondered, but there are a lot of things that kind of go against the grain of that kind of diagnosis. The few symptoms I exhibit of ASD also overlap with something that’s far more likely, and that’s that I probably have ADHD.

I had two or three teachers growing up try to convince my Mom that I had ADHD and that I needed to be medicated for it. My Mom refused to believe them, because back in the early 90′s, the traditional definition of ADHD included hyperactivity, and I was not a classically hyperactive kid. The image of ADD kids back then was being unable to sit still, unable to stop acting out. ADD kids were loud and grabby and uncontrollable, which I definitely was not.

We understand a lot more about the condition now and even though you should never self-diagnose, I’m 99% sure I have ADHD. My inability to focus on one singular hobby (hi, I’m an artist, game developer, sound engineer, youtuber, streamer, and writer), my extremely selective and poor memory, my inability to switch tracks and get motivated on something else after my mind is already set, my utter impatience for certain things, etc.

My isolation and social issues can be explained simply by my depression more than ASD, I think. I’ve talked about this before but I fell apart in high school. Things happened to me in middle school; I had bullies that acted like my friends, they did some deeply horrible things to me, and it completely destroyed my ability to trust anyone for decades. To some degree, it still persists to this very day. It just... wrecked me, in a way that’s hard to describe, and harder to even comprehend. I stopped showering. I stopped brushing my teeth. I just gave up on taking care of myself. I’ve blocked most of the memories out because of trauma coping mechanisms; I only know some of these things because other people have told me they happened. It really was that bad.

I had a really bad stretch of like, five years, from around 13 years old to 17 or 18, maybe even 19. I did eventually get away from those bullies in high school, but the combination of self-loathing they left me with combined with my ADHD and the mounting anxiety problems I was developing meant I coasted through an entire semester of algebra class absorbing absolutely nothing and I got a failing grade. Friends (new ones) dared me to skip one class with them for fun, and I figured “Well I’m doing bad in algebra anyway, so yeah, I’ll skip with you and go to the bowling alley.”

And that started the snowball. I became unmoored from the routine of school, which can be a big problem when you have ADHD. Skipping algebra every now and then became always skipping algebra. Then I started skipping gym too, because getting undressed in front of the other kids in the locker room was an introvert nightmare. Skipping two classes turned in to skipping three. Then four. Then all classes. Who cares, right? I couldn’t muster up the interest, especially when I realized I had no idea what the current lesson plan was anymore.

My girlfriend dumped me. The school waited until the start of my senior year to pull me aside and inform me that it was impossible for me to graduate under any circumstances (the first and only sign of disapproval they had shown me in three and a half years). My internet friends were yelling at me. I lost touch with my real-life friends. I had massive, gigantic, reality-ending panic attacks that left me too paralyzed to leave my room even to go to the bathroom. I teetered on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. I lost over 100lbs, leaving me nothing more than skin and bones. The mountain of stress I was feeling was taking a toll on my health.

I shut down. Closed myself off to the outside world. Ryan did not exist anymore. And for something like a decade, that’s how I lived. My only human contact was with immediate family (when they could drag me out in to the sunlight against my will) and with a core group of shrinking internet friends. The few that did not lose respect for me, anyway.

That does things to you. The parts of your brain that knew how to socialize atrophy and you forget how to hold a conversation. When I was still going to school, my cousin and I told each other we should become therapists, because we were excellent at listening to people and being mediators. We could fix anyone’s problems. Now, those skills died inside of me. I went from being able to make anyone feel better to constantly sticking my foot in my mouth. Being a nuisance, even when I wasn’t trying to be. I lost all sense of what was appropriate to say, or how to convey my feelings. Or convey anything outside of a keyboard, really. I made a lot of people angry and upset totally by accident, or pushed them away without realizing what I was even doing.

And all of these bad habits fed in to each other like an endless loop. It was a slippery slope that steeply went down, and down, and down. The more isolated I became, the more I wanted to isolate even more. The shame and embarrassment for who I was becoming kept getting stronger. I was caught in a spiral.

I was getting close enough that I could see where the bottom of the barrel was. I call myself introverted, but I’m also the guy who, completely of his own volition, downloaded the Shoutcast Server software in September of 2000 and hosted an all-night live internet radio broadcast. Alone. I was livestreaming myself playing video games for the internet four years before Twitch.tv was even invented. Whenever it came time to read aloud in class, I was always one of the best, clearest students, never needing to sound out words or pause for anything. Nowadays I'd never say I was anything but an introvert, but deep down there’s also been a voice inside of me dying to get out, and at some point I woke up and realized I could be better. I just need less fear and more confidence.

The person you see writing this blog today is the result of finally starting to become aware of what I was doing to myself, and forcibly dragging myself back out in to the world, inch by inch. I don’t think it’s going very well, but at least I’m still making an effort. I fell apart in to many small pieces, and they’re taking a long time to reassemble. I finally graduated high school about five years ago. (I re-read that post a few months ago and started crying.) As you may pick up on from the differences between that post and this one, I’m still learning a lot about myself and what’s wrong with me. The picture is always becoming clearer by the day.

But knowing the problem means you can find the solution, right? That’s what you’re doing, too.  It’s a slow process, but I continue the fight to heal the damage I’ve done to myself.

Anyway, sorry for getting so randomly heavy and spilling my guts out like this. I appreciate people looking out for me like this. And who knows, maybe I am on the spectrum after all. Just because I have my own theories doesn't mean they're necessarily right.

[magical-fan-girl]

Gotham Runaway Ch.9

Chapter 9

Later that evening, Ladybug, Vipereon, and Ryuuko find themselves on top of the buildings. From there, shenanigans ensue. It starts when Ryuuko claims that she’s stronger than Ladybug.

Arm wrestling is the obvious way to test this.

They find a big block of cement and get into position. “Okay. Ready,”

He looks at the determination in Ryuuko’s eyes. “Set,” he sees the smirk Ladybug gives her, it’s the same one where she knows she’s gonna win. “GO!”

Neither of them are moving. “Uh. Guys?” He then notices both of their arms shaking. It goes on for 5 minutes. When it seems the match is going to be in Ryuuko’s favor, Ladybug quickly turns the tide. She slams her hand so hard, the cement splits in half.

...

They burst out laughing. “Well Ladybug, you’re stronger than I remember.” She laughs out. They race across the rooftops while Viperion lags behind them just in case and scans for crimes in the alleyways.

~~Meanwile~~~

Robin is out on patrol and stops when he sees Ladybug and two others with her. He calls Red Robin and Red Hood over to his location.

As Robin follows them, the other two meet up with him on a rooftop, looking out at the animal-themed heroes. Red Hood decides to speak up.

“Okayy.. so here’s what we know. One, Marinette/MDC is Ladybug. Two, Alfred dropped her friends off with her not too long ago. Three, There are two other heroes with Ladybug which either means Marinette ditched her friends, or her friends are heroes too.” Everyone already knows the answer to what this means, Jason is just stating the obvious.

“Well, lets go say hi.” Red Robin says as he takes off after them.

“Wait-“ it’s too late. He’s gone there’s no point. Robin and Red Hood look at each other exasperatedly and take off after him.

~~~~

Ladybug, Ryuuko, and Viperion all rest up on a rooftop. They turn their heads when they hear a zipping sound, and see that Red Robin is suddenly standing in front of them.

“Hey, I’m Red Robin, nice to meet ya. What brings you all to Gotham?” He shakes their hands.

“Hello. I’m Ryuuko. And this is Viperion,” she says as she gestured over to him. “We’re just here visiting. We didn’t mean to disturb the local heroes.” She says with a straight face, suspicious of Red Robin.

Ladybug turns to her, “Well, technically, I’m a local hero now too, you know.”

“Oh that reminds me” He turns to Ladybug. “The Justice League wants to meet with you, if you’re available. They want to discuss some things with you about Paris and the Miraculous. Especially Wonder Woman.”

Ladybug, on one hand feels excited that THE Wonder Woman wants to meet her, and on the other, still low-key pissed that the League left them to deal with Paris on her own with a bad excuse for a partner.

“And now that you have other heroes with you, they’ll want to talk to them as well- If that’s all right with all of you.” Ladybug smiles nervously at him. “Give us a moment.”

She walks back with her partners. “So what do you guys think? Should we go?” Ryuuko looks up at her. “Well, although it’s true that they are incompetent with their communication skills with other heroes,” she motions to the three of them “I feel like we should see what they have to say.” A look of annoyance flashes in her eyes.

“Viperion? What about you?”

“Hmm. Well, they most likely want to see us to apologize for ignoring us, seeing as they do kinda owe us for the train-wreck in Paris.” He offers. “Let’s do it, we got nothing to lose.” They all nod, and when they turn around, they see that Robin and Red Hood just joined Red Robin.

The three walk toward them and Ladybug speaks up, “Okay, Red Robin, we agree to meeting with the league.”

Just as Red Robin was about to answer, Robin cuts him off. “You didn’t even wait for us to ask them? Unacceptable. You know very well I wanted to see their capabilities before asking them.” He grumbles in annoyance.

Ladybug smirks at him, “Oh? In that case, I challenge you, Robin.” He looks up at her in surprise.

Viperion and Ryuuko share a knowing look. ‘And she claims that she’s not interested.’ Her partners think.

“I think you underestimate me, Bug. But very well, I accept your challenge.” He pulls out a sword, while she starts twirling her yo-yo at her side.

They all share the same thought, ‘This should be interesting.’

~~~

Ladybug was the clear winner. Hands down. Robins only response to that was an annoyed look. Meanwhile Red Robin and Red Hood were laughing their asses off at their brother’s defeat. “Holy shit.. Let’s hope Bats doesn’t adopt her.” Red Hood says in between laughs.

“She’s.. tolerable at least.” Robin grumbles under his breath.

‘Oh he’s got it bad.’ His brothers share a look.

“Anyway, with Robin’s defeat out of the way,” Said vigilante glares at him, “We’ll go talk with bats about getting the league over here, we’ll be in touch.”

“Goodbye.” They all swing away, Robin being the last, staring at Ladybug, analytically.

...

“That was interesting.” Ladybug finally says.

“You see the way he was looking at you?” Viperion wiggles his eyebrows, to which Ladybug elbows him playfully.

“You guys are the worst.”

“We love you too, Marihime.”

Extra:

“YO GUYS I GOT A PICTURE OF DEMON SPAWN GETTING HIS ASS WHOOPED!” He announces in the bat cave.

•••••

IM BACK FROM THE DEAD. Also fuck writers block. I’m an artist, not a writer. But. WHATEVER!

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[sclfmastery]

cw abuse mention - so im new to fandom and im curious about something. is it okay to ship toxic/abusive ships? like obviously not if one is an adult and the other is not or they're related but as anna karenina said "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." you know? ive just seen different opinions on that so im curious.

Short answer: Do what is comfortable for you and the people you directly interact with.  Have open conversations about what each of you is comfortable with. Tag  known triggers diligently, and put especially controversial content under a read-more.  At any point in time, when someone with whom you are writing becomes uncomfortable, respect their discomfort and cease to write the content that’s upsetting them. On the other side of the coin, refrain from judging others for writing material you are uncomfortable with, and simply avoid their blog. Block if you have to.  Blocking has gotten a bad rep on social media, but it is actually a very important way to establish boundaries in a society that’s ubiquitous with instant forms of information (and social contact).  Do not feel ashamed for doing what you need to do to feel safe. 

Longer answer: This is a tough one. That’s probably why you’ve seen so many different (often strong) opinions about it, and let me disclaim that I’m no expert. I have written many toxic ships and I have written many ships that are healthy and balanced right off the bat. My end goal, however, is always healthy and balanced, with the understanding by all involved, “do not try this in real life.” 

At the core of this argument is the extent to which creative fiction may explore realms that are necessarily, and for good reason, inadvisable, even harmful and dangerous, in real life.  This of course then brings up questions of “to what extent can fiction influence reality by modeling certain cultural values?” And, therefore, “what is the creator/author/artist’s responsibility to real people consuming their work?”  As an artist and scholar by profession, I am deeply invested in analyzing media for the messages it conveys, and in the fact that art has a transformative power upon society.  There are things you just shouldn’t write about: egregious depictions of rape not responsibly and sensitively resolved, for instance.  

On the other hand, some content creators who explore deeply controversial content claim that it is therapeutic to explore their triggers from the safe distance of fiction, and that, if they tag responsibly and don’t force that content on others, who is to say that they are “forbidden” from doing so? 

It’s a complicated situation and I have come to believe that the best way to deal with it is on a case-by-case basis. Everyone has a different threshold, and every “toxic ship” you might write is a different level of toxic. A good way  to gauge this is the couple’s power dynamic. 

 For instance, I write the Doctor X the Master on this blog. To me, this is acceptable because both parties have informed consent about how toxic the partner is, and both parties have an equitable power dynamic: neither the Doctor nor the Master is stronger, or at more of an advantage, in terms of social or political privilege. They are both nonbinary and queer, both Time Lords of an elite social caste (important note: for this pairing this is not always true. Sometimes you do have to be very careful, and check both the character’s privilege and your own as a writer: for instance, if you write Thirteen x Dhawan, be aware of how she weaponized his brownness against him, which DOES matter to the human audience watching Doctor Who, as well as the character--the Master--experiencing a power dynamic imbalance, and how that is a very problematic incident that needs to be directly addressed if the relationship is to flourish).  Moreover, at different times in their complex friendship, both parties have shown a willingness to change out of love for the other: meaning there is still the possibility of healthy growth and healing.  I tag triggers diligently and always, and I make sure my writing partners are not feeling uncomfortable. 

 On the other hand, I will never write a toxic ship like Jessica Jones x Kilgrave. Why? Because he is a serial rapist with no remorse who shows no signs of repentance.  Because Jessica is his serial victim, and because she is a woman and he is a cis man. Because he literally has the power of mind control and she isn’t, until the very end of the first season, immune.  Right there we have an inequitable power dynamic that really can never be resolved, and probably shouldn’t, because pardoning the man of crimes so real and so severe to millions of survivors worldwide is just not something it’s worth it to do for a fun writing hobby.

Another example of a toxic ship I’d never write: a historical slave owner x a slave. Like, Thomas Jefferson x Sally Hemings (yes, people actually do this. believe it or not).  Not a good idea to try to render sympathetic and romantic a figure who participated in and benefited economically from the trafficking and abuse of human beings, the effects of which are still felt by black and brown people every day.  Do I even have to say, inequitable power dynamic, based both on gender and on race?  Plus it’s dangerous from a historical, cultural narrative standpoint to romanticize the institution of racism by sugar-coating some of its most infamous practitioners (America already has done this by ascribing “Founding Father” to Jefferson, who was frankly an asshole).  In this case you’re even blurring the lines of fiction and reality because these were real people that you’re “rping.”  

Summary!  Open, considerate communication is really important. The rules are different than when you’re writing a solo fanfic. You are collaborating with another human being, who has feelings and needs.  Always consider the power dynamic of the characters: “should I” is a dynamic question with very different answers, from fictional couple to fictional couple. 

You will make mistakes. I know I have.  Don’t berate yourself too severely, just ask what you did wrong, make a note of it, and move forward better aware of what not to do.  

Folks can reblog this if it’s at all helpful!