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weekend-whip · 1 year

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Jesse finds an oasis in the form of a mossy rock—hidden deep enough in the forest to be granted some privacy, but open enough to allow himself to catch his breath. A sigh of relief falls from his lips as he sinks onto the makeshift seat, the taut grip around his naginata loosening as he relaxes. It's annoying, being unable to shift his weapon's form as he's otherwise used to, but with magic—ahem, potions—being so...difficult to come by, let alone keep, he can't afford to spare a drop on mere convenience. Not right now, anyway.

His mind races, still trying to make sense of this bewildering fairy-tale world he's found himself in. You'd think a man who'd already mastered magic wouldn't have so much trouble adjusting to a place dictated by such, but the discovery of so many friends and loved ones stuck under a spell has him rattled, scared, and his already frail confidence is flaking away with each revelation.

...and the only other truly friendly face had been that of a stranger. One who claimed to be in the same situation.

The stranger had easily gifted the out-of-place Jesse with a fantastical yet highly comfortable garb, working brilliantly to allow himself to blend in with the rest of this spellbound world. Yet, even in this new scenario, Jesse can't resist giving the ensemble a few...personal touches when he can. He can't help his inner fashionista.

He exchanged the lower half's drapery for a pair of equally flowy pants, strictly just for comfort's sake. He managed to haggle a trade for new shoes to replace his already worn-down boots. He stumbled upon a tailor selling accessories that spoke to him: a silky bow and sparkling cape that take him back to his magician days, a long glittering sash reminiscent of his time as a ninja, armor fastened by a keepsake compass turned brooch...

And finally, Jesse had happened across a pink camellia blooming on the roadside, a flower especially special him, and wove it into his brim of his hat.

All little things to remind him that the home he remembered hadn't been just some dream.

Jesse pulls from his thoughts before he can get caught up in the past. He moves to check over the potions he's gathered so far, having just picked them off the pockets of some less reputable-looking individuals, leading to his rather frenzied forest retreat. He's managed to snag a red, a black, a blue, and a white—so far so good, but the green he'd been looking for seems like it'll be an extra challenge to obtain, along with the even more elusive yet much more familiar glittering fuchsia...

...that being said, he ensures he keeps the one pink bottle he does possess plenty safe, in case he finds himself in need of a truly dire miracle. Perhaps, should he find another pink potion to spare, he can experiment with mixing it with the others, maybe invoking some of the effects and tricks he'd been crafty with before...if it doesn't blow up in his face. Or get him busted.

Still, those are fanciful, hopeful thoughts. Nothing more. He knows not where he's going, or how to get there, or what he'll do when he does. Or, if anything's going to be close to "his" normal ever again.

But he needs no mere potion to truly possess the Element of Surprise, for as long as he keeps his secret under wraps in his travels and plays his cards just right, it will always be with him—and, at the end of all things, the Overlord's not going to know what hit him.

Soooo if you've made this far, this is my entry for @general-yasur's DTIYS! Congrats on the milestone, and thanks for the awesome opportunity!! I...honestly couldn't wait to jump on it and now we are here, haha.

Anywho, if the blurb above wasn't enough description, here's more mad rambling thoughts on the design of my sweet boy:

Sketch + Color Blocking-

SO I was super mega excited to see this outfit because so many of the design elements Jesse already had in his main outfits would transfer over really well!

Jesse Marvell, Stage Magician by day and Fuchsia Ninja by night, is the Elemental Master of Surprise! Physically equivalent to magic essentially, he tends to channel his element through other elements to make it manifest, rather than harness the element itself—hence his interest in potentially mixing the potions, buuuut he'd also probably be way too nervous to actually try unless he was super desperate. Using a Surprise potion by itself I imagine would yield some unpredictable results, even for him...Jesse would probably have to relearn to use his powers ;w;

His weapon is called the Magician's Naginata! It's powered by Blue Crystals at both ends, and by charging the crystals with his element (making them pink), he's able to change the weapon's shape, making it easier to carry, using it as a prop in magic shows, or making it more effective for whatever battle situation he finds himself in (which usually consists of him splitting it in two or simply putting another blade on the opposite end). But while in the Spellbound world, his weapon is stuck in its base form, unless he wants to waste precious amounts of Surprise potion...

Now, outfit stuff!! Like I said, a lot of the fun was mixing and matching design elements he already had into this new form! And I'm think I'm really digging the new color combo :O

Hat: Takes the color and flower from the magician outfit! Thought about adding the fuchsia band too but it was overtaking the aesthetic a bit. Balanced this by making the drapery of the hat sparkle instead!

Cape: Also taken from the magician outfit, made the original cape's end more zigzag as well to reflect this. And added the sparkles on the inside, naturally.

Armor + Gloves: Reflective of both designs, very natural translation! (Fingerless gloves always a plus).

Robe: ...now this is where it gets interesting, cuz obviously my gut instinct was to do the neutral pink, buuut I had talked in the past about shifting more white into his design (as already seen with the magician outfit), so I used this an an opportunity to test it out! And I love it a lot! It's like...breathable to look at in a way I can't explain lmao

Waist Flap Thing: Taken right from the ninja design. I couldn't NOT do it.

Pants: Kind of reminiscent of the ninja outfit, but while Jesse would have no problems with, say, a short skirt, a longer one would definitely impede his movement way too much, with how much of an off-kilter klutz he can sometimes be. Thus, more comfort with the pants.

Shoes: Yeah I had no idea what to do here, but the design reminded me of Japanese wooden sandals (called Geta? correct me if I'm wrong please I just did a quick google—) and I thought going for a shape like that would look nice. You can't really tell the shape in the above pictures, but it's a little more apparent in the main pic's flats:

But yeah, that about wraps it up! Enjoyed myself a lot with this! And thanks again for the opportunity!!!

#ninjago #yasur1kdtiys #ninjago dtiys #ninjago oc #ninjago ocs #ninjago fanart #oc: jesse marvell #art tag #my stuff #i physically could do nothing else until i manifested this aaaaa #always love an excuse to draw my magic son <3

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heracleskarpusi · 1 year

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my entry for one of my insta moot’s 1.5k dtiys!!! btw its for @//russianvoid on insta u should def check him out because i adore his art

anyways i don’t draw ivan like ever so this was certainly a challenge but i think it turned out pretty good!!! the colors were definitely a trust the process sort of thing but ya know 🤷‍♀️ took about 10 hours and 40 mins which is a lot longer than i thought it did but oh well ig

#hetalia #hetalia art #hetalia fanart #artists on tumblr #fanart #art #digital art #aph russia #hws russia #hetalia russia #ivan braginsky #ヘタリアaxispowers #ヘタリア #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world series #hetalia world stars #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia beautiful world #my art

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sand-shark · 2 years

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dtiys Challenge from @adesignerlife_

Why not? It seems to me that Papyrus is a similar image of a young witch - just what you can go to Comic Com or Halloween in. As for me, it turned out very nicely. I especially like Flowey, who still can't choose - french fries or a burger? Or should he just take Dr. Pepper?…🤨

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Почему нет? Мне кажется Папайрус идёт подобный образ юной ведьмы - как раз то, в чем можно сходить на Comic Com или на Хэллуин. Как по мне весьма мило получилось. Особенно мне нравится Флауи, который все никак не может выбрать - картошка фри или бургер? Или все же взять просто Др. Пеппер?… 🤨

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kevin-peterson · 1 year

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New art! The ever and always kind @2sad2yeet! I have a few dtiys challenges almost ready to post but I wanted to post something completely original and completely top to bottom my own art and style and pose. And one day Ami sent me a message saying she loved my original sketch and I should finish this, which I had sort of abandoned because I thought it might have been too complex for what I imagined for it. But I gave it another pass and it turned out better than I ever expected, surpassing my original idea. Check out my progression sketches and of course the @procreate Timelapse. #art #sketch #draw #drawing #illustragram #procreate #artistsupport #artistsupportartists #collaborate #artistfeature #comicart #animation #characterdesign #animator #digitalillustration #pretty #artist #coloring #digitalcolor #digitalartist #procreateartist #procreateapp #procreate #procreateanimation #characterart #characterillustration https://www.instagram.com/p/CmIJKYiL6LG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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thehoomanartery · 2 years

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💛 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙔𝙇𝙀 💛

Heya!~ I am currently hosting a dtiys challenge featuring my OC, Callie. Yes, she's a cat that turns into human. (inspired by the game, Purrfect Tale)

If you wanna join, please read the rules below~

[[𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎]]

✨️ follow me ✨️ draw this in your style and have fun! ✨️ tag me and use the hashtag, #marshydtiys ✨️ i'll be sharing your entries on twitter and instagram. i'll also reblog them here on tumblr. ✨️ strictly no tracing!!! ✨️ you may draw a bust up, half body, or full body portrait of her and u may even change her posing as long as her galaxy hair and clothes are the same. ✨️ u don't have to draw her cat form unless u wanna. ✨️ u may change the background to a plain one or whatever u want it to be~

NOTE: there is no deadline to this, but i'm also thinking to do an art raffle to those who will join, but i'm afraid that no one would join so, i'll see.

ANOTHER NOTE: half of her hair is cut short, so basically her hair should be asymmetrical.~

#dtiys #dtiyschallenge #draw this in your style #drawing #illustration #marshydtiys #art #dtiys art #artist #artists on tumblr #chibi style #chibi art #chibi #cute art #thehoomanartery #oc #oc art #original character #original character art

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bleventeen · 4 years

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jungkook and hoseok from that one magic au of mines

#i should draw that au more #koobi #junghope #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #bts #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #magical realism #hoseok has powers #jungkook however does not #this turned into a dtiys challenge lol #drawing #digital art #Illustration

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cj-the-random-artist · 3 years

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Ok so this is actually a DTIYS challenge I put on Instagram for 800 followers over there, but I figure I’m gonna put it here too because I’m really quite happy with how it turned out and because consistency on my profile on all the platforms yay! But anyways, the cottagecore husbands of 3rd Life SMP are lovely boys and should be appreciated.

#3rd life smp #3rd Life #Solidarity Gaming #smajor1995 #3rd life fanart #digital art

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oneeyedleaf · 2 years

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I wanna turn the finished drawing into a DTIYS challenge aaaaaa should I? I've never done one >o<

#i wanted to wait until my comic got 100k readers but that's too far away innit #im a desperate soul #i have no patience i need serotonin now

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lavenderevezzz · 3 years

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Okay so I saw that an artist I follow on insta called mizzimickiamii (who you should definitely follow as well cause their art is just 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽) had a dtiys challenge and I went absolutely FERAL when I saw the character that they drew! I loved her design so much that I just had to do it! I think it turned out pretty cute if I do say so myself~UwU

I was actually working on a Halloween drawing of my own, but that's taking a bit longer so I'll have to post it later!

#dtiys #dtiyschallenge #dtiys instagram #dtiys2021 #halloween #halloween aesthetic #cute halloween #halloween art #halloween drawing #spooktember #spooktober #black art #black artists

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mysticsparklewings · 2 years

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Stay Away from this Art App

Hey there, Sparklers. Long time no "Mystic feels the need to open a discussion about this thing that happened that she's not happy about." Let's change that, shall we?

TL;DR: A new "social media for artists" app lured a lot of artists in without making it clear they were going to turn into an NFT platform, and I'm mad about it. If this dissection does not interest you or you've come here specifically to tell my why I should not be upset, kindly go somewhere else that is not here.

Some of you remember back in September I posted this Works-In-Progress (WIP) image that contained, among other things, a sketch for a Draw This In Your Style [DTIYS] challenge that was taking place at the time on Instagram. In the WIP Description, I mentioned the event had introduced me to a "pretty neat app," but I didn't want to say much more until the final art was ready to post.

I had a lot on my plate even when I posted the WIP, and of all the things I had a choice in cutting out, the DTIYS made the most sense, so that sketch now sits abandoned and will either never be finished, or if it is, it won't be for the original DTIYS anymore and I'll repurpose it for another project. So, likewise, I never got around to discussing what that "pretty neat app" was. Until now, though I regret this is the way things turned out.

You see, the DTIYS in question had joining the app and posting there as one of the entry requirements, so when I first came across the post and thought I'd get around to entering, I went ahead and signed up so I wouldn't have to worry about it later.

The app in question was Bubblehouse, and the main reason I thought the app was so neat because it features two different ways to post art that I haven't seen anywhere and I hope DESPERATELY that more social media platforms adopt, especially considering the point we're leading up to today.

Among the "normal" ways to post--As a single finished picture, or you can post multiple finished images at once--You had two other options: A. Post a "before and after" image where the idea is you post the beginning sketch or the art alongside the full finished version, and the viewer is given a slider a the bottom of the image to expose more or less or either the sketch or the finished art. B. You could select 3 or more images, each one showing a different stage of the art in-process like the sketch, the lines/inking, the flat color, and then the final finished image. (Though most artists, myself included, would usually opt to put the full-finished piece at the beginning and then worry about the process shots, since the app would use whichever image you placed first for this method as the thumbnail.)

Beyond that, the app didn't really strike me as anything special. Or, at least, not anything more note-worthy that one of the dozens of "art-focused" social media attempts we've seen in recent years.

The only other thing that managed to catch my attention about the app is the comments. I could go into great detail here explaining why exactly the comments I've received on Bubblehouse gave me pause in the first place, but the bottomline to that tangent is there just seemed to be too many "gushing" comments that still said very little about the artwork, to a point where I become suspicious as to if the app had some kind of deal with bots or the employees in an attempt to artificially bolster the user experience.

And in my efforts to google Bubblehouse and see if anyone else had similar suspicions (which, for the record, I did find at least one other person who thought the app's use of bots was overbearingly obvious, if that means anything to you), I discovered that apparently Bubblehouse has taken major steps to turn itself into an NFT buying and selling platform.

Subsequently, you might say my "bubble" had "burst."

Before we continue, please know I am not an expert in NFTs, Cryptocurrency, or how any of that stuff works and therefore am not the person qualified to explain those things. If you would like an explanation from somebody who understands those things far better than I and thus can more effectively explain why NFTs are generally not a good thing, please see this rundown via Reddit.

That said, I assume a lot of people who choose to read this will at least be able to understand that at present, a large portion of the art community is completely against NFTs for several reasons including the fact that the NFT marketplace is currently rotten with art theft--People just grabbing whatever art they can find on the internet and minting it as NFTs to sell, where the real artist never sees a dime and usually isn't aware this has been done.

To be clear, NFTs are not the only instance of rampant art theft on the internet and shouldn't be treated as such [and art theft isn't the only thing wrong with NFTs), but I think it's telling even DeviantArt saw the problem and has made at least a few steps to try and do something about it, even if there are holes/flaws in their plan(s).

Anyway. My point is that it was one of the rudest awakenings I've had in a while to discover this was Bubblehouse's fate; That this app, which had appeared on the scene originally marketing itself simply as another art-based social media alternative, had just pulled such a cruel bait-and-switch.

And if you don't want to take my word for it that that's what happened--A Bait and Switch--I implore you to do as I did: If you start searching for "Bubblehouse" online, you'll notice articles about the NFT nonsense don't start popping up until September 28/29th of this year. I told Google to only show me posts from before September 25th, and sure enough--there were a few links about the Bubblehouse app that popped up, but they were generally positive and speaking of it as an alternative to Instagram. There were a few Reddit posts, and none of the replies mentioned anything about NFTs.

Just to make sure I wasn't imagining things, I even checked the App Store page via the Wayback Machine. I lucked out--the page had been archived all of once, on April 5th of this year (I assume when it was added to the store in the first place), and you can see for yourself that there are no mentions of NFTs anywhere, whereas if you look now, the app page specifically says NFT stuff is "coming soon."

Personally, I don't believe this is a natural progression of business, either, because in my opinion, there are two options as to how we got here:

1. Bubblehouse was conceptualized to be an NFT platform from the very beginning, but whoever is running the show realized they needed to draw people to the platform first to establish a user base and look more attractive & trustworthy to potential customers. Considering the generally harsh feelings artists have towards NFTs, the solution was simple: Market the app towards artists and build up an audience...while not mentioning the eventual NFT implementation.

2. Bubblehouse was conceptualized purely as the art-centric platform it originally marketed itself as, but somebody running the show saw greater, more lucrative potential in the NFT market and decided to jump ship with the established user base already in tow.

The second option isn't impossible, of course. There is also the possibly there's an Option 3 that I haven't considered.

Why then do I believe Option 1 to be correct? Aside from the suspicious comments I mentioned earlier, and the fact you currently cannot delete your Bubblehouse account (at least not easily from inside the app) there is one semi-glaring more complicated reason.

Inevitably, whenever a new art-focused social platform pops up--usually marketing itself as an alternative to Instagram or DeviantArt--a specific problem other social media outlets don't really have pops up: How do you attract non-artists to the site so the artists can find an audience and the people running the website can benefit from that?

There's a lot of logistics and inner-workings as to why that's a problem, but the gist is that "Artists supporting Artists" can only get a platform so far.

This, and again I point you to the fact that NFTs are not terribly popular with artists at present, strike me as very good reasons why Bubblehouse would plan to become an NFT-centric platform but hide that information until they were ready for the big reveal.

Think of it: How do you make your platform look trustworthy both to artists wishing to share their work--maybe some of them even have a passing interest in trying to make some of these NFT things they've heard so much about just out of sheer curiosity--and NFT customers that have never heard of your platform before?

Answer: Don't tell the artists what you're planning on doing and make yourself a very attractive new place to post, so they'll come post their work and fill the platform up, bring in more users and make it look trustworthy. Surely with so many artists already posting there without NFT integration, it must be a good place to be! [Said with heavy sarcasm.]

Just as a legal disclaimer, I have no proof that's what Bubblehouse's intentions were. This is just my opinion based what information is available and the current state of the online world.

Even so, you Sparklers can probably tell how infinitely frustrated and angry I am by this move regardless of how it came about based solely on the fact that I'm bothering to post about it at all. I'm not usually one to bother with big public displays just because some big company that doesn't care about my opinion did something I don't like, because if I were I'd have no free time for anything else.

However, I make an exception this time because it seems to me on top of everything else, Bubblehouse may have used manipulation and deception in a more direct way to accomplish its goal.

Remember how before I said--One of the requirements for participating in the DTIYS was joining Bubblehouse. The hosting artist was specifically partnered with them, per the Instagram caption. And they weren't the only one in that situation, either. Another DTIYS where the hosting was partnered with Bubblehouse concluded just a few days ago, and while for their DTIYS, joining Bubblehouse wasn't required, it was greatly encouraged.

I couldn't confirm if either of those two hosting artists had made it clear publicly how they felt about NFTs beforehand, but I suspect whatever the case that Bubblehouse didn't tell the artists in question about their plans anyway, so I'm not sure it mattered. [This is also why I'm not naming these artists here--if they don't support NFTs and Bubblehouse didn't tell them what they were planning on doing, it's not their fault. And if they support NFTs anyway...well, partnering with Bubblehouse actually works out for them, I guess.]

Of course, Bubblehouse is very clearly partnering with NFT-making and -favorable artists now that those features are starting to roll out, which muddies the waters a bit, but I digress.

The takeaway I'm getting at, based on the popularity of those DTIYS' (the one that ended most recently in particular) along with any other pre-NFT news partnerships that Bubblehouse did, in my opinion, make all the sense in the world if I'm correct about their plans to bait-and-switch the app's purpose.

To add to my questions from before: How do you draw (no pun intended) artists to your new platform and get the word out in artistic communities to build it up?

Answer: Pick a few fairly popular artists on a competing platform (like Instagram) and offer to do a partnership with them where they encourage their followers to join the app, especially if you can work in it being a "Draw This In Your Style" event. This would mean the new app users are very likely to have at least one thing to post and create a false sense of a pre-existing community that's already thriving with widespread challenges and events. It makes the app look more trustworthy because they partnered with "your favorite Instagram artist" with seemingly no ill intentions whatsoever, just a desire to build a user base...

Of course, without the bait-and-switch context, that plan actually sounds pretty harmless on paper. Heck, if anything, it's a good idea for any new artist-based platform trying to build itself up.

The issue hinges all on that alleged NFT bait-and-switch, particularly if they didn't tell the artists they partnered with what they were planning.

But for better or worse, this is all just speculation. I have no proof Bubblehouse was planning this bait-and-switch from the beginning. Just a feeling and suspicions based on what facts are available to me.

Whatever the case, whether this was planned or not, whether Bubblehouse intentionally kept their plans a secret from the artists they partnered with beforehand or not, whether the choice to not make it very easy and very obvious how to delete your Bubblehouse account was a calculated move or not...I'm still angry and frustrated this is how it has to be.

And to add insult to injury...As far as I can tell, hardly anyone is talking about this. It seems the majority of the artists posting on the app have no idea the NFT push is happening--And why would they? Bubblehouse appears to have made no in-app announcement (I'm sure they recognize that would've been a terrible idea), and unless you have reason to believe there's something the app isn't telling you (and you downloaded it before the App Store page was changed to mention NFTs) what reason do you have to google it and potentially be exposed to the news?

Perhaps most frustrating of all though--Bubblehouse will get a way with it. Even if once NFTs become un-ignorable on the app, even if enough artists leave that it's no longer viable, there will be no apology issued. There will be no sympathy for the people that feel blindsided by the bait-and-switch nature of their decision. By that point, the damage will have already been done and the only thing to do will be to move on and try to forget it happened.

I don't want to move on. I don't want to have to forget this app that had such cool posting formats went out of it's way to support something I simply can't on principle.

But what else can I do? Is it really worth it to keep posting there just because they have a couple of unique formats, when supporting that also means indirectly supporting what seems to be their main position going forward?

I have made a lot of exceptions and overlooked many disagreements with various companies over things like this over the years, because you can only boycott and refuse to support so many companies before you start running out of "safe" options altogether. This time, I don't think I can. Not because this the worst thing that could've possible happened, but rather because even I consider the only reasons I'd have to stick with Bubblehouse as incredibly flimsy reasoning.

So then, consider this my open letter to other art-focused social sites to please work to implement Bubblehouse's "Before/After" and "Evolution" posting methods so I can still use those features without also having to support a NFT-focused platform.

Aside from that, maybe obviously I also just wanted to put the word out that this was happening, even though I'm quite sure it won't change anything. And I suppose you can consider this something of a disclaimer in the event someone finds my as-of-yet-un-delete-able Bubblehouse account and assumes my presence on the app means I support NFTs 100%. I don't, in case that wasn't clear enough for you.

Admittedly, I am considering making a series of images to post over there using their unique posting methods that say things like, "This App was a Bait-and-Switch" or "Did you know Bubblehouse wants to become an NFT focused platform?" And other such things "exposing" the app's real nature to its user base, for however little good it would do.

I still might since I can't delete my account anyway, but I have much more important things to worry about where I'm sure my time would be better spent. If you already have a Bubblehouse account and find yourself wanting to do much of the same, I encourage you to try. It likely won't affect Bubblehouse as a company in a meaningful way, but at the very least it may enlighten some users who are anti-NFT and push them to leave/stop using the app as intended to the same effect.

And with that, I think I've said all I can on the subject. I'm tired, dear Sparklers. Forgive the cliche, but it is just so exhausting that nearly every day the internet does something like this that reduces my faith in humanity just that bit more.

To anyone that made it this far, thank you for listening to this overly long rant that probably isn't going to amount to much in the grand scheme of things. If nothing else, I appreciate that you took the time out of your day to do so--it's the little things that restore my faith in humanity, and that's far more valuable than whatever damage Bubblehouse has done.

Sparkle On, ~Mystic~

#bubblehouse #nft #nfts #antinft #tl;dr

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years

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Rendezvous (Rated M)

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale take a break from their duties in Egypt for some alone time together. (1143 words)

Notes: Written for @whiteleyfoster DTIYS challenge, which was open to fanfic as well, based off this picture they posted.

Read on AO3.

“A-zira-phale …” Crowley sings, picking a path through the rushes growing high along the banks of the Nile, winding around the labyrinthal rows to the secluded hut his angel messaged they should meet. “A-zira-phale … where are you?” Farther and farther he walks till the drone of humans building and shouting and existing soften, fading beneath the gentle lap of water kissing the shore. Crowley strolls leisurely through blades that grow taller as he steps past (a little demonic miracle of his own) to better shield the woven dome with the faint angelic glow inside. “You said you wanted to see …”

Crowley ducks through the narrow doorway … and stops in his tracks.

The vision that greets him would arrest the heart in his chest if he had one.

He swallows hard in its stead.

“… me.”

Aziraphale smiles.

“Hello, Crowley.”

The angel doesn’t move an inch while his demon looks him over, basking in this moment he’s been eagerly waiting for. He has traded the modest clothes worn by the people where he lives for the kind of lavish – and revealing – garb that Crowley seems to prefer.

Showing too much skin and dripping in gold is how Aziraphale once described Crowley.

Showing too much skin and dripping in gold is what Aziraphale is now – bare chested; jeweled bracers binding his wrists and ankles so blinding he’s not entirely certain whether Crowley is attracted to him or them. The shendyt wrapped around his waist, pale blue like Aziraphale’s eyes, hangs longer than Crowley’s, secured at the hip by a winged medallion – just a touch of angelic vanity.

“Aziraphale …” Crowley sighs, yellow eyes traveling from the top of Aziraphale’s head down to his toes and back again too many times to count “… what on Earth are you wearing?”

“We’ve determined that it would be a bit difficult for you to blend in on the side of town where I live. So I thought I would try my hand at blending in on yours. For the afternoon at least. What do you think?” Aziraphale raises his arms and twists side to side to give Crowley a better look. “Do I blend?”

“Definitely,” Crowley says, his cheeks turning pink as he approaches, too afraid to touch Aziraphale in fear that he’ll dissolve into the sand - just one of a dozen dreams Crowley has had about Aziraphale that have yet to come true. “I could get used to seeing you like this, angel. You’re quite the temptation.”

Aziraphale chuckles, lowering himself carefully to the hard-packed ground. He extends a hand to Crowley, and Crowley rushes to join him. “Maybe I should be doing your job then.”

“No,” Crowley says, unable to keep his eyes off him. “You’re too good. Too pure. That’s part of what makes you irresistible.”

“Irresistible, huh?” And now Aziraphale's cheeks have gone pink.

“Yes.” Crowley reaches for him slowly, fingertips caressing only the air around his body for as long as he can stand not touching him. But Aziraphale doesn’t want to wait, doesn’t want to waste time they don’t have. He scoots closer, closing the gap between Crowley’s hand and his own. Crowley takes it – takes it and holds it like he has no intention of ever letting go. His gaze settles there, on their joined hands, fingers threaded, nothing obvious indicating that his is demon flesh and Aziraphale’s angelic. Here in this hut, in these forms, they’re simply men.

Men, dare he say, in love?

“Stay in my temple with me,” he whispers, pulling Aziraphale into his lap, bucking his hips gently so the angel can feel the hard press of him against his rear. “I can shower you in gold and jewels, linens as soft as your wings, fine wine and exquisite food …”

Aziraphale shakes his head, turns shy eyes away from the utter adoration in Crowley’s voice. “Oh, no. I don’t think all of that extravagance would suit me.”

“Why not? You deserve it, more than anyone I know.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Aziraphale says instead of admitting it’s mostly the way Crowley acquires his wealth that concerns him. Crowley could miracle himself chests overflowing with gold, call to him hidden treasures from all over the world. But playing the part of Snake God of the Egyptians, Crowley gets his riches from the hands of Pharaoh.

Hands stained with the blood of thousands of innocent slaves.

But Aziraphale isn’t here to judge Crowley. That’s not why he asked him to meet in secret.

“Do I suit you?” Crowley asks, chancing a kiss to Aziraphale’s cheek.

One to his jaw when he doesn’t object.

Then another to the soft, sensitive skin of his neck.

“Yes.” Aziraphale exhales deep, bends to Crowley’s kisses, silently begging for more. “Very much.”

Crowley’s lips pave a trail down the column of Aziraphale’s neck to his collarbone, each one signed and sealed by the tip of his tongue dancing over the same spot. But he stills at the hollow of Aziraphale’s neck when he hears him gasp – a sound that should fill him with unquenchable heat. The razor’s edge of desire. Instead, it spirals through him like a chill breeze, freezing him to the bone. “They … they won’t let me keep you.”

“Who?” Aziraphale asks with a sarcastic huff. “Heaven or Hell?”

“Either. Take your pick,” Crowley returns so sadly it nearly shatters the shard of hope burning in Aziraphale’s chest for the two of them.

“True,” he replies, matter-of-factly. “But we’ve never been big on following their rules, have we, my dear? Not when it comes to you and me.”

“I suppose not,” Crowley agrees, albeit unconvincingly. His lips don’t move again, neither to speak nor kiss. Aziraphale won’t have that. He leans back a hair to catch Crowley’s eyes.

“Let’s not worry about Heaven and Hell this afternoon,” he says, running his fingers down the length of Crowley’s spine, delighting in the shivers he uncovers with his light touch. “Not now. It’s only you and me here. Let’s enjoy the time we have.”

“And how should we enjoy it?” Crowley asks, struggling to break through his melancholy.

“With your arms wrapped around me, and my body so full of you I can barely remember where you end and I begin. Do you think you can do that?”

Crowley’s eyes, wonder wide, snap to Aziraphale’s face. They don’t make love that way. Normally they go the other way round. But Aziraphale has chosen this for some reason.

Who is Crowley to deny him?

Crowley smiles at his angel, love and affection lifting his cheeks, but with a hint of wickedness at the corners.

Of course, Aziraphale wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Yes,” Crowley says, working open the winged medallion, removing this symbol of Aziraphale’s true nature and setting it aside. “I can do that.”

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #prince of omens

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amberskywrites · 4 years

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Pairing: Sokka/Zuko

Fandom / Genre: ATLA / Soulmate AU

Warnings: Abusive parents, Past physical abuse, Childhood trauma (none are that prevalent but did take place in the past)

Notes: This is the second part to my story for @willowaudreykeyes 100 follower DTIYS! Also, tagging @nemsix2 because they wanted to read this next part- hope you enjoy! ^^

Part One || Part Two

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Sokka didn’t have much of a chance to think about what Zuko said. He needed to stay focused as Sozin’s comet approached. It was proving really, really difficult to keep his mind on track though, his thoughts constantly wandering back to soulmates and his white mark. The possibility that his soulmate was still alive… he hasn’t had hope of finding his soulmate for years, and he felt like a little kid again imagining who it was.

His mind didn’t drift just to soulmates, though. Zuko appeared frequently whenever he would accidentally zone out in the middle of important meetings, and his stomach fluttered with the idea that Zuko could be his soulmate.

He was terrified when Sozin’s comet came, and Zuko and Katara had fought Azula. That’s what they were meant to do, at least. He wasn’t sure if they actually did fight her, and Sokka had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Mai and Ty Lee had talked her out of fighting her brother. But he wasn’t sure if they had been thrown into prison for helping him, Zuko, and the others escape from the Boiling Rock.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t worried about soulmates during the actual battle.

He didn’t think about them until about a month later, Zuko having already been crowned firelord. Azula had stepped down after fighting with Zuko. Sokka didn’t know what had happened, not fully at least. Katara nor Zuko really seemed keen on talking about it, and he didn’t push. Azula had started therapy pretty quickly though, along with the new firelord, and Mai and Ty Lee seemed to always be around the fire nation princess once again.

Sokka still didn’t focus too much on soulmarks, only wondering about his soulmate late at night after long days or stressful meetings. He’d try to imagine what it would be like when he finally found them. But even if he did find his soulmate, it’d be hard to know, right? His soulmark believed they were dead, and if they were alive, their mark was burned off. So it didn’t really matter. Right?

The thought of it not really mattering comforted him.

Maybe he shouldn’t focus on trying to find his soulmate. It wouldn’t matter in the end if they were alive or dead already. His mark was white, so his soulmate would probably not even realize they were soulmates either.

It gave him a bit of confidence when it came to his blooming feelings for one Firelord Zuko.

Sokka stopped actively trying to hide them away, stopped forcing the thoughts to the back of his mind.

So what if he got excited whenever he saw two letters from Zuko, one all business and the other just trying to catch up? No one had to know that he would handle the personal letter with more care than the business one. If anyone noticed Sokka’s face turning a few shades crimson at the mention of Zuko, no one brought it up. And they didn’t bring up whenever Sokka’s eyes lit up after being told he was going to visit the Fire Nation, his eyes shining brighter than when he was going to visit anywhere else.

He was tempted to tell Zuko about his feelings, spill his heart out to the firelord. But something always stopped Sokka.

Sometimes it was another ambassador, or a guard who had almost materialized from the shadows (only when Suki wasn’t around, and Sokka was always unnerved by it). Other times it’d be because Azula would visit, and she didn’t visit very often so Sokka would leave the siblings alone during those times.

Most of the time, though, it was because he was a coward.

Sokka wasn’t afraid to admit that he feared being rejected. He completely owned that fact, and so when Aang had told him he should ask out whoever he had feelings for, Sokka had simply stated he didn’t want to be rejected.

Aang had asked if it was because they wouldn’t be soulmates. Sokka had simply stated no.

He had considered that, but saying it was because they weren’t soulmates wouldn’t have been the case. It’d just have been an excuse. Even if his soulmate was alive, Sokka didn’t really want to try finding them. It’d be too much work, and he didn’t want to find out his soulmate was someone alive too that wasn’t Zuko.

In all honesty, Sokka was just too far gone for Zuko to want to try finding out more about his soulmate.

So, he let his feelings go by over a few years. Well, more than a few. He didn’t mind letting them sit. He didn’t mind that his feelings were probably unrequited, and just not knowing felt better than finding out if he was right.

That’s what he thought, at least.

It wasn’t until almost five years after Ozai was defeated did someone challenge how he felt about it. And it was none other than Azula, who was visiting the Southern Water Tribe in place of her brother as an ambassador.

The two were kind-of friends. They didn’t hate each other, at the very least. And Sokka was the only one besides Ty Lee who could make her laugh with some lame jokes he would tell.

They were waiting for the Northern Water Tribe ambassador, the Earth Kingdom ambassador, and the Air Nomad ambassadors. Sokka wasn’t entirely sure why they were all running late, but he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. He just wanted to get the meeting over with, and it looked like Azula was getting bored waiting.

And that’s when she had said it, snapping him from his thoughts as she observed him. “You like my brother, don’t you?”

Sokka blinked in confusion, his mouth opening to say something before closing when he realized he didn’t know what to say. Azula was smiling though, neither wicked or really happy. Mostly amused.

“Huh?” he finally managed, and Azula’s amusement seemed to grow.

She looked away from him, to the doors instead. Sokka sighed a little when her gaze had shifted, but his heart still raced nervously when she continued.

“It’s hard for me to say for sure, I’ll admit. But. You looked disappointed that I came here instead, especially since I’m pretty sure Zuzu promised he’d come this time.” She stretched out, relaxing. It had taken her awhile to feel comfortable to relax around anyone. “And you look happier whenever you do get to see him. It’s almost sickening, the way you look so full of adoration when you look at him.”

Sokka’s face warmed, and he avoided looking at Azula altogether as she glanced at him. She laughed a little at his reaction, but quieted quickly. “Do you, though? Like him like that?”

Sokka folded his arms over his chest, leaning back a little and huffing.

“I won’t tell him if you do.”

Sokka chanced looking at her, not sure if he believed what she said. But she smiled reassuringly, and it felt weird to Sokka to feel comforted by Azula smiling. Hesitantly, Sokka nodded. Azula was probably the best at keeping secrets anyway, so that did ease Sokka a little.

Azula looked away and her smile was almost soft, and she folded her hands in her lap.

“You should ask him out.”

Sokka laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “As if he’d say yes. He’d probably laugh and reject me.”

Azula frowned a little, but didn’t get to say any more as the Earth Kingdom ambassador finally came inside.

Sokka was a little surprised that Azula had actually not told Zuko how he felt, and she wasn’t weird about it like he had guessed Katara or Aang would be.

Correctly guessed, mind you, because Sokka had finally told them and now the two tried to get him and Zuko alone whenever possible. And they would always try hinting at it whenever the group of friends hung out.

Toph would take pity on Sokka and distract Aang and Katara when this happened, much to Sokka’s delight.

Almost a year after his little encounter with Azula did something finally, finally happen. And it had left Sokka stunned.

He was visiting the fire nation for the first time in a long while, mostly on business and he’d barely had a chance to hang out with Zuko. He was busy doing firelord stuff whenever Sokka was free, and Sokka had meetings to attend whenever Zuko had a little freetime. Sokka was also a little disappointed to find out that Azula was already visiting, and he had assumed that she and Zuko would spend more time together like they always did.

But apparently, that wasn’t the case today.

Sokka was filling out some papers in his room, getting them done ahead of time so he’d have some more free time once he got home. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come and get him until dinner, since he had finished his last meeting about an hour ago and everyone else seemed pretty busy.

He was startled when a knock on his door distracted him from his work. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it wasn’t dinner yet. Frowning a little, he hoped it wasn’t something too important like another last second meeting as he pulled himself away from his work.

Sokka opened the door, expecting a guard or one of the many servants he saw scurrying around the palace, always so busy it was hard to even say hi. But he was greeted with something better - one firelord, smiling at him almost shyly.

He grinned at Zuko, leaning against the doorframe. “I thought you’d still be busy?” He found himself asking, and Zuko nodded a bit.

“I have another meeting in a few minutes. But I wanted to ask you something first.”

Sokka tilted his head, arms crossing over his chest as he waited for Zuko to continue. Zuko took Sokka’s small smile as encouragement.

Zuko took a deep breath, and Sokka noticed his cheeks looked a little pink. “Do you want to have a picnic later? As, um. As a date?”

Sokka’s eyes widened a little, and he just stared dumbly at Zuko for a minute. Zuko shifted on his feet, playing with the sleeves of his robe as he waited for an answer, his eyes moving to the floor, flickering back up to Sokka before returning down.

“Obviously you don’t have to-” Zuko was quick to rush before Sokka cut him off.

“Yes!”

Zuko looked up at him, surprised by Sokka’s sudden outburst. Sokka coughed and smiled sheepishly, his face burning as he laughed a little at himself.

“I mean, uh, sure.”

The firelord seemed to relax. “I’ll come get you in a few hours, a little after dinner typically starts?”

Sokka knew he was smiling like an idiot as he nodded and watched Zuko leave for his next meeting.

The rest of Sokka’s day passed by both too slowly and too quickly. He could barely focus on the documents he had been reading and writing before. Instead of the issues with trade routes to Omashu they’d been having, or the possibility of raising the age of when people can marry in the Southern Water Tribe (even if they’re soulmates), Sokka could only think about the fact that he was going on a date. With Zuko.

He could barely wrap his mind around it. In fact, Sokka thought he had dreamt the entire exchange until he heard a knock on his door again, a little after dinner had started, just as Zuko had asked.

Taking a deep breath, Sokka forced his body to relax as he answered the door.

He was surprised, finding Zuko in more casual clothes and looking a lot more relaxed than Sokka. He was smiling as he held out his arm for Sokka, and Sokka looped their arms together as they began walking. They talked as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if Sokka wasn’t walking outside into the gardens with Zuko to have a date of all things. He tried to pretend that his heart wasn’t about to beat out of his chest and how in the world was Zuko so calm? Sokka was jealous Zuko could look so at peace as they sat down on a blanket together.

It wasn’t until then did Zuko look like he felt awkward, and he folded his knees up to his chest and seemed to take a moment to try and collect his thoughts. Sokka let him, opening the picnic basket that was in front of him and pulling out the drinks that had been carefully placed inside.

“I’m… really sorry that this was so sudden.” Zuko finally said, and Sokka glanced at him, head tilted. Zuko’s face was flushed and he stared at the pond a little ways away. “I just, honestly, I didn’t think you’d say yes,” he laughed a little, bringing a hand to his hair and twisting his fingers in it.

“You didn’t think I’d say yes?” Sokka repeated, and his heart skipped a beat as he continued after Zuko had nodded. “Why?”

Zuko shrugged, still not looking at Sokka. “I don’t know. You’re an amazing person, and I kept remembering when I told you about how your soulmate could still be alive. I guess I thought you’d want to try finding them. I’m sure that they’re just as amazing, and I guess that’s what stopped me.” Sokka’s mouth fell open, and Zuko continued before he could say anything. “I could deal without telling you because I thought you’d find them and be happy with them and all that, but… Then you didn’t. And it’s gotten harder to pretend that I don’t love you, y’know?”

Sokka’s eyes widened as he listened, and he hated that once again, when confronted with something as simple as feelings, he couldn’t say anything.

It took a little while, but eventually Sokka found his voice.

“Like I give a damn about soulmates.”

Zuko turned to look at him, confusion crossing over his face. He was met with a smile brighter than the sun.

“W… What?”

Sokka moved closer, settling next to Zuko and he still grinned like an idiot because by the gods Zuko loved him. “I don’t care about soulmates.” His hand found Zuko’s on the blanket and he rested his upon Zuko’s. “I’ll be honest, I was just scared to tell you… I thought you might reject me, and I could deal with not knowing more than I could knowing you didn’t love me back.”

Zuko’s brow furrowed, before his eyes lit up in realization and a small laugh erupted from him. Sokka’s grin softened as he watched Zuko, and his heart didn’t stop racing but he didn’t care, because he wasn’t nervous, not anymore at least.

“Zuko?” Sokka found himself asking after a few moments of them both soaking it all in. Zuko hummed, glancing at him. Sokka smiled hopefully. “Can I kiss you?”

Zuko huffed out a little laugh, but he nodded. Sokka’s smile grew as he pulled Zuko closer, one hand settling on Zuko’s waist while the other went to the back of Zuko’s neck, just resting there as he pressed their foreheads together. Sokka forced himself to relax as he waited, just cherishing the moment for a few seconds before closing the gap between them.

Sokka didn’t care about soulmates anymore. There wasn’t anyone else he wanted to be with, anyway.

#zukka #amberskywrites #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko/sokka #sokka/zuko #atla sokka #atla zuko #sokka #zuko #soulmate au #(ask to tag)#ambersky

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etselelec · 3 years

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hello people here ya go some uh drawing

also fun fact: this is supp to be for a dtiys challenge but guess what life had other plans anddd it turned out like this instead

i still can't quite draw hair but whatever i think i improved a little. at least the shape looks decent and stuff without excessive pOOF. and drawing blood was actually fun though it def isn't right in technique 😔 lmao should probably learn how to draw straight lines too

#digital art #artists on tumblr #original character #oc #illustration #lol idk #how many tags do i add #art #bfidjsksksks

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unluckyplanet · 4 years

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Summary: Roman goes out to confront his evil double

Warnings: Selfcest, Falling, mild blood, pride sips wine evilly (if there’s anything else tell me)

Word Count: 1218

This was inspired by @pattonwillliterallyfightyou because of all the Roman^2 stuff going on, and the evil tango dtiys (also this was supposed to be done a month ago, but whatever)

Roman looked at the blood red card, with its gleaming golden embossing. Spilling across its surface were the words “Prince Creativity, you are cordially invited to the Emperor’s Ball at Castle of Condescension located within the Imagination - Emperor Pride” all in the shiniest gold leaf ever. Roman clenched his fist, mangling the wax sealed envelope in his hand. It was so obviously a trap. Why else would his evil self invite him to a ball? It was so obviously a set up, something to lure him there alone.

But he had to go. How could he not? Ball confrontations were just too dramatic, too cliche and too much of a spectacle to miss out. Plus what kind of hero would he be if he didn’t try and foil the villain? Perhaps today would be the day he took down pride once and for all! Yes, today Roman would vanquish the mockery of what represented! He would best that villain, and have a real celebration with his friends!

So Roman prepared for the battle. He grabbed his katana, and shield, changed into his princely outfit, made sure his hair was perfect, and headed out into the imagination. He popped up in the realm of make-believe, ready to spend hours trying to find the villain’s lair. Fortunately (or unfortunately) it was right in front of him. The Castle of Condescension, a regal combination of every fairytale castle, altered to make it look unequivocally evil.

Princey walked into the Castle, cautiously walking on the velvet that was a shade between just red and definitely blood splattered. He walked past rows and rows of golden mirrors, each reflection a bit more warped than the last. Finally he reached the carved doors of the ballroom, wooden dragons with ruby eyes glaring down at him. The Prince steeled his nerves, and pushed the doors open.

The ballroom was dark, and empty, vaguely evil void. Roman walked into what could have honestly been an abyss. One, two, three paces in. Suddenly the door slammed shut, plunging the creative side into pure darkness. Roman walked a bit farther into the ballroom, before flames burst to life, jumping from candle to candle until the whole room was lit in atmospheric candlelight. Princey’s gaze stopped following the flying fire, and he looked towards the back of the ballroom. In a gilded throne sat the self proclaimed Emperor of Ego, the embodiment of evil that actually had taste (unlike Remus). Pride sat there, legs crossed, swirling a glass full of scarlet wine.

“Well well well,” Pride said, standing up from his throne. “I almost thought you wouldn’t come.”

“You really thought I’d back down from a challenge?” Creativity declared. “You obviously don’t know me well enough, you knock-off disney villain!”

“A //knock-off//?” Pride gasped, as if he scandalized by the very accusation. “If anything, those disney villains should have been copying me?”

“Hah,” Roman mocked. “Any movie with a villain like you would most certainly fail!”

“Probably because a villain like me always beats the hero,” Pride smirked.

Roman gritted his teeth. How dare this villain mock him so! Good always triumphs over evil, how dare Pride suggest anything else might happen! Roman unsheathed his sword, and rushed at his evil alter ego. They met in the middle of the ballroom, the sound of metal hitting metal ringing through the ballroom. They fought for what could have been minutes or could have been hours, blades hitting each other, only a few nicks and scrapes being inflicted on both sides. Then Pride lashed out, not aiming for Roman himself, but the hand holding his sword.

The sword was almost knocked completely out of his hand, but Roman managed to grab his sword as it flew out of his grip. However it was too late. Pride had grabbed his free hand, and spun him around as if they were ballroom dancing and not fighting a battle. Soon both of the swords were laying on the ground, far away from the two sides and the two Romans were dancing. To put it specifically they were doing a tango.

Well this was anything, but what Roman had expected. Was his corrupted self’s plan really just to dance? No, it must have been a plan to distract him and if that was true, it was working. Roman was not an expert at tangoing— despite what you may believe—and doing the tango backwards with a dance partner you didn’t trust was not easy. He had to constantly look over his shoulder, just in case he was being led into some sort of trap. Definitely not because he was losing his balance.

“Oh Prince Charming,” Pride purred. “Where did all the witty banter go?”

“Sorry if I’m a bit distracted,” Roman grumbled. “It’s hard to do this backwards!”

“You should try it in heels,” Pride said, not missing a single beat.

Roman tried (and failed) to keep from smiling at the reference. “Shut it Scar! We both know you chose to wear those heels while you dance!”

“Oh, You think I’m the Scar to your Mufasa?” Pride said. “Now that doesn’t sound right… I think I’d be more of an Odile to your Odette.”

“Maybe if they were lesbians,” Roman said, not really registering the words until he had already said them.

The sinister scoundrel smirked seductively at the words, “Now that is a ballet I’d want to watch.”

Roman forced his face into a frown. Enough playing around with his nemesis. As fun as all this was, he was here to fight Pride, not flirt with him! Roman glanced to the side, and they were really close to where his sword had fallen! Roman kicked his evil double, causing the evil side to trip. Roman dived towards his katana, grabbing it before Pride could snatch it up in his evil (but perfectly manicured) claws.

Roma whirled around, slicing through the space where Pride had been. He cursed, nothing but smoke. Roman turned towards Pride’s throne just in time to see the villain reappear on it. Couldn’t that scoundrel give him a fair fight for once? Pride just smirked at him, sipping wine from a skull-shaped chalice.

“That was fun, but I have to cut this short,” Pride said. “After all I have Thomas’s ego to manage.”

“Oh don’t you dare!” Roman said, rushing at Pride.

Pride just chuckled, and dropped his glass of wine. The red liquid spilled over the floor, and the entire castle seemed to dissolve before Roman’s eyes. Soon enough Roman was just falling through a scene straight from Alice in Wonderland, little reminders of the last half an hour passing by him. After what seemed like an eternity, Roman landed in Thomas’s living room. Roman cursed under his breath (sorry Patton), stood up. A black rose floated down from.. The ceiling? The mind palace? Roman wasn’t sure where, but it floated down into his hand, the dark petals glimmering like the night sky. Drawn on one of it’s petals was a messy blood-red heart, and a single word in cursive. Pride. Roman scoffed, the villain was obviously just trying to taunt him. Should he throw it away? The obvious answer was yes, he should throw away the bloodied rose Pride gave him. But… maybe he should keep it anyway. For reasons.

#sanders side fic #roman sanders #pride roman #sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman^2 #gay tangoing

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