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ladyaster · 1 year

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The RathLyn community doesn’t get much food so now I’m taking it upon myself to provide it. I hope you enjoy my humble offerings. XD

Night skies are fun to draw. ^w^ Hands are not. I think I spent two hours trying to get the hands right alone and then they still looked kinda weird and got covered by grass anyway. :(

Thank you for your time, hope you enjoy, and have a great day!

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mazeinthemiroh · 7 months

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I am not sure if you would count this under autumn or not, but since Halloween is like the spirit of autumn. Could you do pumpkin carving with Ateez?

pumpkin carving with ateez

genre: headcanons; general, crack, fluff

warnings: cursing, mentions of knives

please like and reblog if you enjoy <;3

hongjoong

a bit of a messy and aggressive approach

you can't help but be endeared by his enthusiasm to undertake such a task

makes the pumpkins artsy, perhaps painting them slightly and drawing little patterns here and there

he's concentration face is so cute!!

just wants to have fun decorating them :]

seonghwa

aesthetically pleasing pumpkins

looks like they're straight out of pinterest

patronisingly comforts/teases you about your basic looking pumpkins

"it's ok, not everyone is a natural 😘"

overall he thinks it's a very cute bonding exercise for the both of you <3333

doesn't take it too seriously but they end up looking immaculate anyway so it's a win-win!

yunho

he wants to make funny-looking pumpkins

not the usual smiley or scary ones

he wants something different. something quirky, if you will-

ends up carving a very sassy looking pumpkin. and you pretty sure the face he carved is giving you the side eye-

wraps a cute scarf around it too, for good measure!

yeosang

puts a random playlist on and gets to work

doesn't know wtf he's doing but he's happy to be there

stabs away at the pumpkin

you can't help but admire his carving technique. or maybe it's just the way his arms look when he's doing it...

just carves nonsensical patterns in the pumpkin. even though it's nothing fancy, it still looks pretty

san

a hot mess

he's not a natural pumpkin carver. he's got the arms for it but the technique isn't there if that makes any sense

he's just a bit too strong and ends up breaking a load of the pumpkins

laughs it off to begin with but, you know what he's like, he ends up getting pouty if he isn't good at something immediately

ends up swearing and throwing the knife down in defeat

10/10 for effort??

mingi

he's a bit clusmy with that knife

honestly wouldn't be surprised if he accidentally hurt himself with it

gets distracted by the satisfying sound of the pumpkin being pealed and ends up losing track of his original design

so he just mindlessly carves into his pumpkin with a small grin in his face. he finds it awfully therapeutic

in his own little world <3

wooyoung

takes it way too seriously

will turn it into some kind of competition

"who can carve the most pumpkins the quickest??"

and you're looking at him like??

there's no chill time with wooyo

but actually that isn't true. once he gets to work on carving the pumpkins, he's so quiet and full of concentration

just sit back and watch him go, it's adorable

jongho

a bit heavy-handed to begin with, but not bad at all once he's carved his first one

he carves a cute little face in his first pumpkin but wants to do something more

very peacefully carves his pumpkins like it's his destiny

makes a cute little cat design in the pumpkin, and the attempts to do a bear

a professional, really.

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pearlofthesirens · 2 months

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You're Mine- Valeria x Fem!Reader(wlw)

my first ever wlw fic!! i feel like valeria doesn't get much love in the fandom either but i'm ready to be gay for her.

summary: Valeria is not afraid to show you that she loves you, even if it means to drop her tough girl attitude outside your lovely household

pairing: Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader

warnings: she/her pronouns used, internalized homophobia, slight cursing

now playing: Sofia by Clairo

word count: 1208 words(one thousand two hundred and eight words)

"I-I cannot explain why I feel this way."

"It's supposed to be wrong but I cannot stop it."

"I think I'm in love with you, Val."

Love. It was such a strange word to her, yet she never got tired of hearing it. What did it mean anyway? Caring for someone? She cared for her men, her money, the drugs she smuggles into the country, and she definitely did care for the reputation she had in Las Almas. But did she love them? Did she love all this?

A simple answer would be no. Because in a singular word, El Sin Nombre could easily say that her love was that one person who would place gentle kisses on her face and help her relax after a long day of dealing with shit at her job. Her love was that one person who kept an extra rubber band around her wrist just in case she needed to tie her hair, which usually rested in a overgrown bob around her face. Her love was the one she came home to, the one scurrying around in the kitchen to cook her childhood favorite. It was you.

"Need you, mi amor."

"Come here, Val."

Valeria couldn't help but instantly melt in your arms, her tactical vest and gloves discarded messily on the living room floor. She knew she might have to hear her girlfriend nag at her for it, but your sweet voice was worth it.

"Your stuff."

"Later, cariño. Just give me some love right now, won't you?"

You let out a small huff, the look of disbelief on your face when Valeria laid her head on your lap, expectant of some physical affection. Nevertheless, your lips turned upwards and your fingers immediately hooked onto her hair, gently swiping through her black strands as she let out a sigh.

Valeria did not regret a single moment she was with you, ever since you two met in middle school. Best friends was what everyone would call you two, till she started to get pissed about guys hitting on you. Why should they? You're so innocent, they're probably trying to take advantage of it. Her protectiveness was so evident, everywhere you'd go she would be there to hold your hand and lead you.

You didn't understand the blooming feeling inside your chest until it started to hurt more than you could take. It couldn't be, right? The kind of feelings girls felt for boys, not girls. It was wrong, everyone said it was wrong. Then why did it happen to you? Were you supposed to feel guilty about it?

Valeria was more upfront about how she felt, declaring that she was a single and proud. Yet every time she saw your face smiling back at her, she could feel all the air kicked out of her lungs. Her heartstrings felt violently tugged at whenever you found a wild flower to tuck behind her ear. Or the times you would sit with your face close to hers, focusing on drawing her eyeliner perfectly as her eyes were fixed on your glossy lips. Feeling for your best friend was so cliche, how did she find herself in the same damn situation as those lame telenovelas?

Confessing to her was tougher than when you had to count money at the market for groceries, you were never good at math. Valeria would laugh and return you the change, coins clinging against each other after she sorted out the price of whatever trinket you wanted to buy, not without bargaining a little. Saw a little ring? Cannot be too much, a pretty girl like you deserves it. A small cat carved out of wood? You shouldn't pay, consider it as a gift from your best friend.

It wasn't until you were crying in her arms, tired of the world beating you down, that you realized how you much you had actually fallen for her. Yes, it was love indeed. Pure romantic love. Her arms around you, her gentle voice consoling you, everything she did just increased the urge you had to kiss her on that spot.

"It's okay, life gets shitty sometimes."

"Val, I-"

"No, it's okay. I'm happy to be there for you, you're my best friend after all-"

"No Valeria listen!"

She was surprised to see you raise your voice for the first time since you two met, you were never like this. There certainly must be something that had been bothering you for a long time.

"This will come off very weird to you and I don't even know why I'm feeling this. But it is happening and I don't know how to stop or handle this. It's just so hard."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm in love with you, Val. And not in the way I say that I love you when you're being friendly. I'm in love with you like I want to kiss you and pull you closer and tell you about my day"

"Hold on, wait what-?"

It was as if her heart had erupted like a volcano at your words. You loved her? Is that what you were feeling all this time? Those shy glances and making paper rings for her, did all of it mean this?

"I cannot explain why I feel this way but I do..and it hurts so bad to ignore it.."

Standing alone at the balcony of your house, you let the cool breeze mess up your freshly dried hair from the shower. Your smile grew wider when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you back to their owner. Valeria rested her chin on your shoulder, your cheek pressed against her head as you two stood with your back against her chest.

"Do you know how much I love you with your hair down like this, mi amor?"

"I don't think you've ever failed to let me know how much you love me, baby."

"Hmm good. You're mine."

"All yours, love."

"Munequita, you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too, Val."

Her hands immediately spun you around to face her, one hand on your waist and the other behind your head. You let out a giggle, keeping your arms around her neck. Her brown eyes always softened for you, never once she had thought about treating you with anything but love. The strong hands made to hold a gun could also touch you like you were made of glass.

"Val?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for always being there for me."

It was Valeria's turn to giggle, smiling ear to ear as she lowered herself closer to you. Her thumb gently kneaded your waist, your warm breath hitting her lips.

"You know I'm here to stay, right? Wouldn't have done otherwise, cariño."

The last thing you saw was how her cheeks flushed a little before a pair of lips smashed against yours, earning a little yelp from you. She could feel you smiling in the kiss, not letting her tongue take control yet. Only Valeria knew that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She wanted to feel you, all of you, and your love. A single kiss wasn't enough, it was never going to be enough.

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#pearly venus #cod #cod fanfic #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria x fem!reader #valeria fluff #valeria x you #wlw #wlw fanfic #valeria wlw

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nanami-simp · 1 month

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Some You Should Head North tidbits

Nanami and Gojo started dating a year before Nanami became a sorcerer again.

They're the type of couple who understand each other with looks alone.

Before Nanami left, Thursday was their date night. It's the one day both of them went out of the house with each other. To the best of their ability of course. Gojo still had to run off sometimes.

Gojo is an excellent cook (ofc since he's good at everything) so if he's free he cooks. But he hates doing the dishes. So it's Nanami doing that chore.

Their relationship was not particularly put out there. But the sorcerer sphere is small so it wasn't long before everyone knew.

They rarely had fights. Their biggest discussion was who gets what chore when they moved in together.

Nanami is actually very affectionate but not in public. PDA is always initiated by Gojo.

Yuuji has a huge sweet tooth because of Nanami's bakery. Swipes a cookie from the bakery everyday.

Sukuna while not being the most extroverted still needs to get out of the house often. He actually doesn't mind following Yuuji to school that much. It gives him time to be by himself out of the house.

Hanako (the cat) likes Sukuna more (sorry Yuuji 😔)

Sukuna loves metal music but hates using headphones and earphones cause they bother his ears. After alot of discussions (yelling) between the Sukuna and Yuuji, very soft screaming and heavy metal can be heard from the corner of the living room when Sukuna listens to music.

Every single day, Nanami does the dishes and Sukuna sits on the counter playing on his switch. That's the time they usually talk and Yuuji gets a bit of privacy.

Yuuji plays the drum and is actually really good at it! He sucks at guitar though.

Sukuna and Yuuji get along much better and they care but they still argue alot. It is a lot of screaming before they reach conclusions and compromise. Lots of them just smacking the other and it turning into full on brawls. No cursed energy is ever used though.

Nanami's starting to grey just a little. But he colours his hair too often to notice.

Sukuna often cooks lunch on their days off. It's mostly old-ish recipe but Nanami recently gifted him a recipe book so he's learning new stuff.

Sukuna reads. A l o t. He has nothing to do when Yuuji's in school so he borrows alot of Nanami's books.

He also is good at art. So sometimes he just whips out a cool sketch whereas Yuuji can't draw for shit.

Same with handwriting. Sukuna has very pretty handwriting while Yuuji has chicken scratch.

Yuuji has alot of friends but he still struggles to actually connect with anyone.

Nanami's bakery cafe is very popular with college kids in particular and much to everyone's dismay, Hanako is not allowed to be in the cafe itself.

Yuuji is extremely popular in his highschool. He also picks alot of fights (cause he can't stand people hurting others) much to Nanami's dismay.

Due to Nanami's bakery, alot of sorcery studies and sparring has been taken over by Sukuna who is surprisingly a good teacher.

Ino doesn't know where Nanami is but he did know that he was leaving.

Yuuji's planning to either take up classes to be a Firefighter or an EMT. Nanami's still pushing slightly on college.

I have alot more thoughts but this is getting a little too long lol

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #yuuji itadori #nanago #gojo satoru #75 #dadnami #you should head north #sukuna

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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Hi there! Hope you are well <3

I was wondering if you knew of any fics where Crowley and/or Aziraphale get turned human? Especially better, if they stay human at the end

Thank you for all you doing <3

We have a #turned human tag with LOADS of fics already recommended. Here are some more recent fics...

The Ballad of Ozzie & Tony by sofyachy (G)

Let's say Good Omens Season 3 ends with Aziraphale and Crowley becoming mortal. They are born on Earth to human parents, learning how to walk, talk, and eventually they meet. Just a little life overview story you can read over tea and an eccles cake.

Something I Can’t Quite Put My Finger On. by orphan_account (G)

What if Aziraphale had been erased from the Book of Life, and wiped from existence entirely?

Let There Now Be Darkness by Probably_A_Robot (NR)

After accepting The Metatron’s proposition and promotion to Supreme Archangel, Aziraphale is cast out of Heaven— with the punishment being a life on Earth as a human, unable to travel back to Heaven or even to Hell.

More Human Than Human by DarkRomance (NR)

Crowley is having flashbacks from when he first entered Hell and they are in the form of vivid night terrors. He is exhausted all the time, spending all his moments in bed. Aziraphale is terribly worried about him and is trying to care for him as best he can, when he has an idea. It would be permanent, but it just might save them both.

The Curious Condition of Being Human by downstar (T)

For a time, the forces of Heaven and Hell left Aziraphale and Crowley alone. But with new plans in the works, the forces of good and evil want to make sure the meddling pair stay out of the way. They are still afraid of the newfound powers the pair seemed to possess, as demonstrated at their trials. So instead of coming at them directly, Gabriel and Beezlebub marry celestial and infernal curses to make Crowley and Aziraphale think they're human. But their plan, as usual, is imperfect. Crowley's enchantment fails almost immediately, but Aziraphale is still under the delusion that he is quite human indeed. Crowley needs to try and undo the curse without drawing the attention of celestial forces who might correct their enchantment and try a second time. --- If you're looking for something with a canon tone, but light on angst, this story is for you. No spoilers for S2, but the story is informed by S2 characterization as of chapter 8.

Black Holes and Revelations by ArtisticRising (E)

Crowley takes a leap of faith… into the heart of a black hole. It’s the last card Crowley has to play. He can’t do this without Aziraphale… and he’s betting that Aziraphale can’t do this without him.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens s2 #turned human #mod d

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bee-saucee · 5 months

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Hellooo, this is the first time I've done one of these, but I've enjoyed your writing a bunch so I thought I'd give it a try. What kind of couple rituals does Shinkami take part in? For example, ones that they know know that they do, like a kiss before work. And ones that they don't realize, such as who sleeps on what side of the bed? Oh-and Happy New Year in advance 🥳💜

ShinKami Couple Rituals | Headcanons/Oneshot

summary: ShinKami ritual headcanons and a glimpse into their morning routine on a day off

word count: 917

warnings: Kissing and cursing

a/n: This is my first request on Tumblr and I am so so grateful! Your interaction has been so meaningful to me recently! I appreciate you tons. Happy New Year to you as well! It was fun thinking and writing about things I haven’t before so if anyone else has requests I would be so honored! I’ve got some headcanons and a short fic for you. There isn’t much plot but sometimes you just need some good fluff. I hope you enjoy and that I've done this right.

Headcanons

Rituals they're aware of

I think ShinKami are definitely a kiss before they leave for work type of couple! I’m big on ShinKami having schedules that don’t match up at all person but Shinsou was adamant about Denki waking him up to kiss him goodbye when they first started living together. They usually eat dinner together before Shinsou leaves for work so they always share a kiss before he goes. Just a kiss might be an understatement, fervent makeout is probably what it usually turns into before Shinsou is rushing out the door so he isn’t late for work

This is more of a tradition than a ritual but I think ShinKami is really big on holiday traditions, even for the small ones like Talk Like A Pirate Day

Because they usually aren’t together at the start and end of their days together, ShinKami is big on morning and nighttime texts

Rituals they aren't aware of

They just kind of fell into Shinsou on the left side of the bed and Kaminari on the right. Denki tends to roll over on top of Shinsou while he sleeps, though so it doesn’t mean too much

When they’re out in public, Denki tends to wrap his arm around Shinsou’s waist if they’re standing still. He knows that Shinsou can get nervous and subconsciously tries to pull him in closer and protect him

They always let one another try their drink. They love going to cafes together and trying out drinks at restaurants and to them it’s just straight up rude not to share with one another

They pick up each other’s speaking habits rapidly and use them all the time

Oneshot

Kaminari blinks his eyes open and is met with the sight of his boyfriend’s deep eye bags illuminated by his phone. His hair bends at awkward angles in a tangled mess that he knows only comes from a fitful night of sleep.

“Mm, how long have you been awake, honey bear?” Denki asks, scootching in closer to his boyfriend.

“Couple hours.”

Hitoshi places a soft kiss on Denki’s forehead and he closes his eyes. He can feel the warmth of Hitoshi just a little bit better now. The rise and fall of his chest feels more prominent. The soft rustle of breath falling from his nose and drawing back in is loud in the quiet of a rare day off together.

“We should shower,” Denki mumbles.

“Uhuh.”

A beat passes as neither of them moves. Fuck he loves his boyfriend. Hitoshi pulls Denki up so he’s resting right on top of him chest to chest. Did he mention how much he loves his boyfriend?

“You have sleep in your eyes,” Hitoshi says.

“I slept good, dude. Makes sense. Sorry–I know you didn’t sleep well.”

“I never sleep well. It’s okay.”

Denki keeps his eyes closed and Hitoshi softly brushes the sleep from the corners of his eyes. He’d probably get an eye infection or break out from it someday but Hitoshi craved these moments of affection they probably shouldn’t have after a long week of work and Denki was more than happy to oblige. He finally cracks his eyes open and is met with that adorable smile that’s new enough for Hitoshi to not have smile lines. Cementing those lines on Hitoshi’s face was currently the closest thing Denki has to a life mission.

“Hey, you little cutie patootie. You come here often?” Denki says with an exaggerated wink.

“Plenty.”

“I’m going to the mall today with Mina and Kiri. You wanna come? No pressure.”

Hitoshi pulls him in for a quick peck. He really wanted to slob his boyfriend down bad and nasty but now with morning breath was probably not the best time.

“Nah. I wanted to get some reading done today.”

The rejection still stings a bit but with time, he’s getting used to taking that hit for Hitoshi. The strong confirmation that Hitoshi missed him and loves him the moment he gets back from time out more than makes up for it.

“No problem my little love muffin,” Denki says, punctuating it with another peck. “Alright!” He slaps Hitoshi’s bare chest. “It’s shower time for real!”

They begin their usual dance around Hitoshi’s small apartment. Switch between brushing teeth and a morning piss. Convene with a long chat about their day or whatever book Hitoshi has been reading as they shower together. Denki lingers to finish his 12 step skincare routine while Hitoshi shuffles to the kitchen to make his first cup of coffee and start the day off special: mini sausage cut into octopi, fried egg, toast, salad, and apple juice.

Denki bites off one of the tentacles. “Yo, Toshi Woshi.” He taps his feet against Hitoshi’s shins under the table

“Mhm?”

“I like mornings with you.”

Hitoshi turns to fully face him and that smile gets just a little bit closer to developing lines. “Me too, baby.”

“I GOT A HITOSTINO PET NAME,” Denki shouts, almost dropping his mini sausage.

“Don’t do the octopus like that.”

“It’s a necessary sacrifice to show my ass clenching enthusiasm to my lover.”

Hitoshi scrunches up his face. “That makes me sound like some torrid affair.”

“You’re right. My first love is this fried egg. Then L from Death Note. Then you.”

“That’s fair. I’ll take it. At least the affair is torrid.”

“I would never have some vanilla affair with you my sweet pea pod.”

“Damn straight.”

Denki gasps. “We’re gay, Toshi!”

“My bad, my bad. Damn gay.”

Thanks for reading! Check out my masterlist for more.

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trulybetty · 7 months

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oct' x 23 - fog

Prompt: fog Pairing: tim rockford x f!reader Word Count: 692 Warnings: implied fellatio (fancy) and a tiny hint of spice, mistakes are my own Summary: thankyou @gnpwdrnwhiskey for kick-starting the thoughts on this one! stakeouts with tim...

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“This is all off the record,” he reminded you.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Spoilsport.”

“I’m sure you’ll find another source to credit this with no issue.”

You went back to the crossword in the folded newspaper in your hand. “Twelve across, seven letters, affectedly grand, solemn or self-important.”

“I really hate when you do my crosswords,” Tim muttered, adjusting his seat and refocusing on the mist-shrouded building across the street.

“Then don’t make your stakeouts so boring.”

“Entertaining is not usually part of the process,” he grumbled, eyes scanning through the fog for any signs of movement. “Usually you know, strictly quiet and observe.”

“Well, that's going to make you stick out like a sore thumb.”

“What?”

“You sat all brooding in a car. Not entirely inconspicuous, Rockford.”

He pinched his brow, a headache already forming.

“You’re supposed to be helping, not hindering me.”

“Excuse you, I was the one who got you this lead. Consider it professional courtesy,” you retorted, flipping the page to look at the crossword clues' answers for a second.

Tim chuckled. “Professional courtesy, is that what we're calling it now?”

You shook your head, grinning despite the tension. “You're impossible, you know that?”

Silence fell between you both again, filled only by the quiet hum of the car's engine, keeping the heater going on this chilly, foggy night. You thought for a moment before refocusing on your crossword. “Twenty-three down, eight words, nuisance or unpleasant problem.”

“Headache,” Tim answered, his attention finally moving from the fog-covered view to meet your eyes with a look of annoyance.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, headlights from behind flooded the car.

“Shit,” Tim cursed as he looked up in the rearview mirror.

You sat up straight, the newspaper in your hands dropping to the floor, you knew better than to turn around, this wasn’t your first stakeout.

“What do we do?” You asked, trying to subdue the panic.

“Damn fog,” Tim muttered, gripping the steering wheel, “must have missed them coming around.”

Your mind raced. You needed a distraction, something to make whoever was coming around from behind not even give the two of you a second glance. In a split second, you ducked your head onto Tim’s lap.

“What are you doing?!” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Shut up!” You hissed back, “just make it look like you’re enjoying yourself. If that’s even possible.”

Tim's face twisted in confusion for a split second before he caught on to what you were doing.

“If anyone bothers to look in,” you continued, “they're more likely to look away than try and see who’s in here,” you muttered, grabbing his hand to place it on the back of your head. “Misdirection Tim.”

His face twisted into a reluctant scowl, but he understood. This was no time for arguments; he knew you couldn't afford to draw attention. He kept his hand where you’d placed it, eyes still locked onto the rearview mirror.

The car behind you slowed down as it drove past. Tim threw his head back and groaned in a manner that boarded on comical and you tried not to laugh.

A moment stretched for what felt like an eternity, and then, finally, the headlights dimmed, and the car made a U-turn, disappearing into the fog.

Tim let out a sigh of relief, his grip loosening on the steering wheel as you sat up, taking a moment to adjust yourself.

He breathed a sigh of relief, “That was a good move,” he commented.

“Just part of my many charms,” you quipped, looking at the crossword once more before tossing it back onto the dashboard. “Alright, how much longer do you think we'll have to stay?”

Tim checked his wristwatch, “Another hour, maybe? Should give us a good scope of whoever comes in and out of that building.”

You sighed, settling back into your seat as you watched him adjust himself in an attempt to get comfortable.

You smirked, “Need help with that?”

“Focus,” he said, shaking his head in what could be taken as irritation, but the small smile that tugged at his lips told you otherwise.

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x f!reader #tim rockford x female reader #tim rockford fanfiction #tim rockford fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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zephyrrhiesfyrian · 1 year

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I have finally finished the first set of sixteen expression doodles/chat stickers! A thank you to @slugsjunk for indulging my nonsense and giving me characters to draw :3 This was fun for a lot of reasons, but a big one was that it gave me a reason to draw characters I never had before, which is always good for practice.

Here they are! :D (some of them I envisioned as having specific scenarios attached to them lol)

Ambulon: I imagine this was his expression when First Aid told him about jump-starting.

Swerve: he's nervous because he's not taken his visor off in front of anybody before, but don't worry, the person he's looking at thinks he's cute. (they're in my next set >:3)

You might notice he's missing his visor. @slugsjunk's sent an edit of a visorless Swerve to the "cursed-images" channel in our Discord server and then asked me to use him for one of the expressions. I deigned to make him a little less deeply upsetting.

Whirl: he's flirting with Cyclonus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Cyclonus: oh shit he flirtin' bACK- (＃°Д°)

Getaway: I just wanted to make him cry. Is that so wrong? Kinda makes me angry how nice his highlights turned out.

Megatron: he just handed Minimus a poem he wrote about him and now he a lil nervous 👉👈

Thunderclash: (I already posted this one earlier) he's laughing at some silly joke Rodimus made because he's a himbo in love with his captain <3<3<3

He sparkle because that's the way @lush-specimen describes him in their fantastic fics :>

Rodimus: the opposite shot of the previous one; he's not happy about Thunderclash finding his joke funny. First the guy takes his quest, now he's like the only person who laughs at Roddy's jokes? This guy's GOTTA be hiding something! (spoiler alert: he's not, Thunderclash is just a massive dork :D)

Trailbreaker/Trailcutter: he angy >:(

Lyzack: Black Shadow cannot tell her and Leo apart nor does he care to, and she's getting tired of being called the wrong name. That man better be glad he's made out of ununtrium or he'd be dead metal.

I've never understood why she looks like a recolored Starscream in canon, nor am I particularly a fan of how blocky and unmoving Leozack's helm is, so I made my own design. Fight me.

Black Shadow: speak of the devil He's lookin' at Blue Bacchus and being hella gay for him :>

Blue Bacchus: he was not prepared to deal with a genuine Shady smile this early in the cycle. Please, Shadow, he's trying to fuel. Let the man drink his energon before you make him swoon.

Perceptor: he blushi blushi 'cause he watching Brainstorm do marginally safer science than usual. He is very proud that his constant nagging is paying off.

Dai Atlas: oop priestman with the big sword is not pleased. I wonder who's the cause...*looks at star saber*

Fulcrum: I bet Misfire took his drink or something. Or maybe he's just regretting that he didn't detonate and now he's stuck with these idiots.

Tarn: I choose to believe this is the face Tarn is always making behind his mask. *blep*

Reminder that I still have at least sixteen more of these still to complete; you are never safe. >:D

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katy-l-wood · 1 year

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I haven't done an Art & Review in YEARS. Done a fair amount of fanart, including of Lukens' work, and done a fair amount of reviews, but for whatever reason I haven't combined them in ages.

I just HAD to draw this scene from Lukens' new book, Spell Bound, though, and I started it immediately after I finished the book so I figured it would be a great time to bring back Art & Review! No idea if I'll keep doing them, it'll depend on time, but they are fun.

Anywho. Onto the review.

Spell Bound is a standalone YA fantasy about Sun (left, they/them) and Rook (right, he/him) and, as I usually would for Lukens' main duos, I would die for both of them. Rook, forced to live cut off from the world of magic after the death of his grandmother, makes a desperate gamble to find his way back in by working for the most powerful, and feared, sorcerer of the age. When he meets Sun, the apprentice of another sorcerer in the city (while battling a cursed doll), he finds himself a little smitten with the grouchy, gender-queer apprentice. The two of them keep getting entangled as Rook falls deeper and deeper back into the world of magic, legalities be damned, until suddenly both their mentors vanish, forcing Sun and Rook to work together to find a way to get their mentors back.

If you've ever wanted a modern book full of magic where the magic isn't a secret, this is the one for you. The magic is wonderfully infused throughout the world and everyone knows about it, even if only a few can wield it. It's also for you if you love Golden-Retriever-Energy falls for Grumpy-Cat-Energy duos.

As usual with Lukens' work, the book is just cozy. The characters are comfortable in themselves, even if there are still things they're figuring out. There's multiple queer characters and not a drop of homophobia or questioning of their genders/sexualities. Sun asks Rook to use they/them pronouns and Rook does it without a second thought, and never slips up. When Rook starts to fall for Sun, he never has some crisis about Sun's gender presentation. Sun's siblings tease them, but never about their gender. It's a queer book that isn't about being queer in any way; it just trusts the reader to get it without shoving in some sort of coming out or crisis plot line.

And it's not just queer issues that the book handles incredibly well. Sun is also shown to be touch averse and suffer from anxiety, and again Rook steps up to the plate and just goes with it. He accepts Sun's limits without questioning them and actively asks Sun for consent when he does need to reach out and touch Sun for any reason, and always works to figure out the right way to help when Sun's anxiety flares up for some reason. It's never made into a thing, it just is.

Another thing I always appreciate about Lukens' work is that the teenagers actually feel like teenagers, and the adults feel like adults. Rook and Sun both heavily rely on their adult mentors and reach out to them frequently. In turn, their mentors step up to the plate to take charge when things get serious (doesn't always work, but they at least make the attempt). Their mentors still have flaws and don't always get things right, but they're there. Sun and Rook know they're teenagers and that sometimes you just need an adultier adult.

Spell Bound is one of those books I wish I had when I was a teenager, as cliche as that can sometimes sound. It would have done me a lot of good not only to see queer rep that wasn't part of the plot, just a single facet of multi-faceted characters, but also to see teenagers who had healthy relationships with adults. But I have it now as an adult and it is still oh so delightful. There aren't enough good, cozy queer fantasy books out there, not like this. It's nice to be able to just fall into a comfortable little world for the span of a single book and know that in the end it will be wrapped up and happy.

Also...pretty sure there was a Death Note reference in there. :P

#Book Review #Bookblr #Spell Bound #Spell Bound by F.T. Lukens #Fanart #Illustration #My Art #Art & Review #Art and Review #Book Rec

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hyperpsychomaniac · 5 months

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I've actually been meaning to draw this for ages, back when I wrote 'The Curse of the Black Hound'. But never did, because I only had Erik turn into a Barghest. I just remembered it for some reason, and so... I give you Erik and Gerda as Barghests.

The plot if this had a plot:

Erik is being an idiot yet again, and gets into a spot of trouble with some Trolls outside Trolberg. Gerda tries to rescue him, but gets caught up in the Troll-magic-blast, and, suddenly, they're both Barghests.

This causes problems, as Safety Patrol doesn't know what has happened to Erik or their Chief Officer - no bodies, but there are very clearly Barghests seen in the area, including one with some striking (and very hard to hide colouring). The Chief has been implementing some changes recently, encouraging the officers to think twice before engaging the magical creatures in the area, to try and investigate without violence, at least at first. Not everyone is happy with these very recent changes. With her out of the picture, will they continue to follow her lead in her absence, and take the time to find out what really happened? Or will they revert to old ways, and hunt down the animals that seem so obviously to be responsible?

Meanwhile, Gerda and Erik, are still not on the best of terms after the wall, and certainly not after Erik has gone and turned them into these creatures. Gerda, who would usually just take over in situations like this... just... can't seem to get control of this new body. There are too many legs, and any athletic attempt that would come easily to her in her human body ends in a tangle of limbs and derp. As if that's not bad enough, in this form she does not have the good camouflage genes and stands out far too easily, even without the clumsiness. Erik, though he takes to his new body fairly well, has about the exact same level of common sense as before - attacking things bigger than him, running out and barking at Safety Patrol to get their attention, etc. But they're going to have to learn to work together, as a team, if they're going to get out of this mess - Erik's going to have to listen to Gerda and do what she tells him, and Gerda's going to have to depend on Erik.

#hilda #hilda netflix #hilda the series #erik ahlberg #gerda gustav #hilda the show #fanart #hilda fanart #ahlhound #somehow the idea of Gerda being a big puppy AND awkward?#her realising Erik is better than her at this #and going oh.. oh no #we're screwed

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sailorshadzter · 11 months

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Jon and Sansa make up after a fight by sharing ale in the fireplace. They're still mad but they won't give up the comfort of spending time with each other.

thanks anon!! <3

send me prompts.

When the day is done and over with, she retreats to her rooms as she always does.

She cannot forget the words she had with Jon that day- angry ones, ones which she truly didn’t want the answer to. Have you no faith in me at all, he’d asked, words that had stung her heart deeper than all the rest. But, she cannot help but to falter in her faith in him, despite all he’s done, it feels false when she thinks of what he’s done with their home. And her heart.

Pushing open the door to her rooms, she slips inside, only to find the old crone Agatha already within, laying out her fresh nightgown. “Brienne will help me, I wish to stay up awhile,” she tells the old woman, who nods and dips a quick curtsy, before she disappears out the door, leaving her alone once more. Sansa sighs, reaching for the jug of spiced wine that sits atop her table, the two empty goblets she once used with Jon when he would come to her rooms each and every night before he left for Dragonstone. She supposes now he would sit with the dragon queen instead.

Cursing silently, she pours a goblet for herself and sits at her vanity, staring at herself for a long moment in the looking glass. Then, she begins to pull the pins from her braids, one by one until her hair falls unbound around her shoulders. Only then does she rise up and take to her usual place before the hearth, the only thing missing now is the presence of the white wolf at her feet.

Outside her door, Jon stands in silence.

He hesitates as he’s never done before, hand raised, poised, as if he means to knock but simply cannot bring himself to do so. Did you bend the knee for the North, or because you love her? Those words haunt him still yet- his immediate reaction was a twinge of anger, because how could she not see the truth? He knows he’s wrong for feeling upset with her when she’s been left in the dark, but… Perhaps there was a piece of him that had thought, perhaps even had hoped, irrational as it was, that she would have simply known the truth without him ever coming out and saying it. And, truthfully, it stung him to think she thought so little of him.

And still yet, he cannot bring himself to walk away, to stay away. No… His feelings for her transcend any other feelings within him and so, despite it all, he knocks.

Within, she stirs, looking up at the sound of the knock. “Come in,” she calls, turning towards the door just as it swings open, revealing not Brienne, but rather Jon standing there. “Jon…” her voice hitches in the way it only does when their eyes are meeting and Jon swallows, stepping over the threshold and allowing the door to close behind him. “Bring the wine,” is all she says next, gesturing towards the pitcher and the empty goblet.

A smile flickers across his face and he does as she bids, drawing up a second chair beside hers and settling down into it before he refills her cup and fills up his own. They’ve been here before, time and time again, and it would seem that even angry words shared between them would not stop their time spent at the hearth. He can’t help but to steal a glance her way, taking in the sight of her with her hair unbound- a sight he’s not seen since those days before he ever left for Dragonstone. Those nights they once spent together, with her curled up in his bed, frightened by the nightmares of the past, felt like lifetimes ago. Now, she stands so much taller, so much stronger, and he can’t help but to wonder if she even needs him now. “You’re staring,” her voice cuts in and Jon blinks, sitting back as his cheeks fill with warmth and color. But she’s smiling, far more good naturedly than he’s seen her in the two days he’s been returned home.

“I’ve missed you,” he speaks honestly, draining his goblet, to which she pours him a second.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she replies softly, carefully, blue eyes rising up to meet his gray.

It was not over, but it was a start.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #anon asks #send me prompts #my writing #i wrote this

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steelthroat · 2 months

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for the weird asks thing, if/when you've time:

22. role model?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

90. luckiest mistake?

(and feel free to ask back if you'd like; I reblogged it a day or two ago.)

(no obligation though)

Heya thanks for the ask!!!! Finally got the time so here we go >:3

22: mh, not sure, I don't know whether is more correct to say that I have countless role models or if I have none but I take inspiration from many people. Well but still I collect them like Dante collected fatherly figures. So mh, mainly my parents and my best friend (some day you people are going to hear about them I'm sure, she's bound to change the world for the better), a couple of fictional characters sprinkled here and there and random redditors who wrote walltexts of advice for free on the internet ahhdhfhth

50: oh well it happens a lot... but the last time it happened was March 16 in my classroom when the 8 years old son of one of my teachers cracked a very unexpected joke. It was the cherry on top, the punchline after a string of a series of hilarious moments that preceded this joke. I started laughing so much I started gasping for air, I had to get out for a minute because I was literally going to die laughing.

(We weren't having lessons at that moment since we were having a "party" for a person's birthday)

58: improvising and adapting no matter what, like- I can do almost anything someone asks me to and the result is gonna vary from decent to good... I'm not gonna promise it's gonna be a painless process or that I'm not going to curse under my breath the entire time- but shit's gonna get done with me even if the conditions are dire (at best) or 100% desperate (at worst)

Also people like my singing voice so I guess I'll add singing :3

90: Oh... I'm not sure. The last five years have been FULL of lucky coincidences, but mistakes? I made mistakes, but they weren't lucky, they turned into learning experiences at best...

Are they even mistakes if they're lucky?

Mhhh a couple of spelling mistakes turned into plot ideas or made me discover a couple of songs? Other than those I haven't experienced any lucky mistakes I think, or maybe I have but my definition of "mistakes" is too specific so I'm probably not thinking about those experiences.

(Ohooo sure!!!)

Edit on the talent one since I don't know how to read and i forgot to add thw other two ahshhdhfhfjfj;

3: huh- I can draw robots and cats :D

4: I know how to cry on command, used it once on a play and I usually do it when I want to be dramatic with my friends like:

"Oh I'm so sad there are no more candies in this bag *fake sniffle*" and boom tears. A couple of times people thought I was really upset tho so I don't do it unless people know me amd my theatrics loll

#steel answers

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ask-cursed-cat-alastor · 2 months

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Jackie takes the others parchment carefully, an ear twitching slightly as they rolled their eyes. "Not you too!" They sigh a little bit more dramatically then usual feigning a pout as they crossed their arms. "I can't be the only person in all of Hell that wants to be friends just to be friends!" They huff before turning back to face him. "No I don't need anything in return. I just like your company."

"Ah." That was a very Alastor way to look at things. It's not as if they didn't understand wanting to keep a distance, especially with his status. There was a lot to consider between being a walking target himself and putting one on the backs of others by way of association but they can't help believing what he has with Rosie and Mimzy mean something to him. His furn literally rounds out around them for fucksake! That has to mean something!

They're quiet as they continue to stroke his coat, knowing that most enjoyed the quiet of just being in another's presence just as much as amble chatter. Oh shit he's doing something. They quickly put a little more distance between Nyalastor and themselves out equal parts protection and respect for the others need for space. They weren't sure what they were expecting to happen but that sure wasn't it.

They throw a hand over their mouth as they feel a chuckle starting to escape it. dontlaugh dontlaugh dontlaugh. "Y-yeah it's-snort-much better." They take in a breathe and mange to steady themselves, pupils growing bigger at the the sight of Alastor as the fucking long cat meme but cursed. "You're adorable!" It takes a few moments to process through the flurry of emotions they've just gone through to full comprehend it but man, his voice didn't sound good like that. Was he okay? They look over at him with a hint of concern despite knowing there would be no answers to be found.

Jackie's fur bristles a little as the vibe switches quite suddenly from at least amiable to tense. They gulp, unable to look away from the others stare. "Uh, well, y-you aren't really known for sharing your feelings or true emotion over anything e-ever so," they find their ears drooping back as they rub the back of their neck with their left paw, "I-I dunno I just can't help but worry?" They hated that they were being made to feel apprehensive and even more so that they were going to attempt to push through the tension anyways. They had been getting more used to getting into conflicts with others because it's literally unavoidable down here but that didn't make them any less uncomfortable. "A-and its not like I u-underestimate you or anything i-i just-" to do as such would be naive, "worry is a type of caring, ya know?" They look down at the ground trying not to feel like they've made a mistake. Like they haven't just ruined whatever good thing they had going . "E-Especially when that person isn't one to a-accept help or even ask for it." They rub and arm anxiously. "Y-You're always carrying around the weight of the world on your shoulders but you barely rest..."

They knew how that felt and how easily that lifestyle could wrong from personal experience. The bigger difference is that Alastor would most likely lash outwards instead of inwards and who knows what would happen then.

Alastor frog blinked at Jackie's clear annoyance over him asking for what he'd like in return, breath drawing in raggedly. It was just--how I was taught--as a child. But I respect--your wishes--and request of friendship. A friend?..Alastor's tail twitched a bit in confusion, he hadn't had one of those in..well he didn't remember..IF..he had any anyways.. There was only one person in his past that was ever on his mind, she was his best friend of course but..that was under different circumstances. Alastor wasn't quite sure if what he and Rosie had would be considered friendship, even she had never brought up such a thing. Mimzy was..Mimzy...just that..Alastor put up with her but she had taken advantage of him one too many times..

Alastor caught himself staring off into nothingness, more-so than usual anyways and shook his head a bit before looking back to Jackie, speaking once more in the same haggard fashion. Thank-you. He didn't recall anyone besides Rosie ever telling him his company was appreciated so, it was nice to hear. They'd notice Jackie's clear tenseness as they spoke, Alastor's eyes narrowing but more-so in a way that compensated his lack of eyebrows as a Cat. He'd move up one paw and gently bap Jackie on the knee before turning his head and showing Jackie the glowing Green threads that kept him from frowning. A long drawn breath was heard from him before he spoke out loud. "Memories..feelings..revenge..closure...it all..causes mistakes..down here you need to adapt..just don't..close off entirely." His own shadow even had the threads,not glowing or anything like that given it was just his shadow but there just the same. He'd bap Jackie's knee again, a bit more agressive but nothing bad. "You..haven't done..anything wrong...calm down..please...Thank-you for the worry.." He let out a small sigh,eyes lowering as he looked away,lost in thought again, it would be strange to see him doing things in this rather cursed/large form of his but it worked. When Jackie seemed humored by this larger form and commented on how...cute..he was, Alastor seemed to be taken back for a moment but just shrugged it off,eyes squinting some in a half-smile like fashion..If he could half-smile anyways. "Thanks." He turned his head,looking around slowly. "Not used to it at all--even from Rosie--Mimzy really..isn't genuine so--she's not taken seriously..Rosie is good to me..has been always..Just.." He looked back to Jackie. "Don't take--it personally." It reassured the other before returning to people watching. He was used to people being anxious/scared around him, so it really didn't phase him much--he just didn't want to sit here through it, especially if it was from miscommunication or anything like that. "How can you--be down here?--everyone else is--caught up in themselves--or another--but you're--one of the most--stable--that I've met." It was an Alastor-styled compliment but a compliment just the same. Alastor seemed confused by it all genuinly though, normally people down here weren't so openly nice/understanding and all of that unless they either wanted to kill you..fuck you..eat you..or a combination of the three..anything else and Alastor really didn't want to know. The weight of the world had bore down on him from a young age, he didn't remember the last time he had a proper sleep..let alone dreamed.. He always wondered what it would be like to be free from his deal, it felt like forever now and to even think of what it would feel like without the stitches was a distant dream in and of itself. He didn't remember what it was like to have a relaxed expression but the pain/strain/etc. of the deal when he first struck it was forever fresh in his mind..sometimes he thought his smile would rip in half with how tightly the threads pulled at times. His eyes twitched slightly,staring ahead. While he craved freedom, the thought of it and the idea of not having his forced smile anymore..terrified him. If he stopped now,would he ever be able to again? His Mother always complimented on his smile and how it lit up her day. He couldn't lose that. It was the only thing left he had of her. Even if it was painful.

#cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel #ask blog #rp blog #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #cursed cat alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel cursed cat alastor

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lobotoboy · 10 months

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Today I ascended from this mortal plane and remembered why I love movies and want to pursue filmmaking.

For context, I watched Barbie, and the Miraculous Ladybug movie today.

So, I saw Barbie with my mom, in a theater full of women. The first five minutes, I was sat there like "Did the internet lie to me again?" cause I was genuinely confused about what the hell was happening onscreen. But once I managed to get into the groove of things, I really enjoyed myself. I didn't play with Barbies growing up, and it was still enjoyable to me. It was so campy and funny(thank you Kate McKinnon and Michael Cera for being a big source of that), but it had some pretty deep themes, such as criticism against both a patriarchy and a matriarchy, the struggles of women in society, existentialism, and mother-daughter relationships. Definitely a movie for the girlies, but I think it's enjoyable for everyone.

I think the music was great. My mom hates musicals, despises them with her whole heart, but she told me after the movie that she loved I'm Just Ken. And yeah, it was so much. My favorite bit was the fast paced "Can you feel the Kenergy" moments. I've been playing Identity V, and I use that to hype me up for matches. It gives 80s power ballad, and it's super fun to listen to over and over again. Ryan Gosling did a very good job with it. I can see I'm Just Ken and Peaces battling it out for Best Original Song. Push was great as well, despite being underused in the movie, the full version(which is a cover of an existing song) is very interesting, and lyrically fits the movie so well.

I'm not typically a fan of bright colors in movies, catch me watching The Batman any day, but Barbie is the exception, as it just made certain scenes feel so much more important. Mattel offices being cold and gray, really sold that corporate vibes, and the soft white at the ending with Ruth definitely made it feel like Barbie was reaching a life-changing conclusion. It's a wonderful use of color.

Now the themes are the big draw of the movie. Regarding the patriarchy, matriarchy, and daily struggles of women, those themes are definitely hard to miss, but they do so much good with them. Showing Ken being essentially brainwashed by the idea of the patriarchy is interesting, and definitely rings home for anyone who grew up with boys as friends. I've seen a few guy friends of mine turn from sweet guys, into womanizers as they grew older. And it also shows that a matriarchy isn't good either, by showing how the Kens feel less than in BarbieLand. The Ken's situation is a muted version of women's situations in the real world. The Kens aren't sexualized or hated, but they're ignored. In the real world, both in the movie and real life, women have it worse than the Kens, and feel in a similar position. Makes it easy to enjoy both perspectives. Barbie focusing on thoughts of death and change as a whole hits with me on a personal level, as I have a lot of issues with existentialism, and any movie with death as a major theme usually brings me close to tears(such as Puss in Boots 2, curse you good movies). Seeing Barbie meet her creator in Ruth was so sweet, and was incredibly heartwarming.

Special mention to the line "We mother stand still so our daughters can look back to see how far they've come". It made me want to give my mom the biggest hug, and I'm in no way a hugger.

Then I went home, and watched the Miraculous Ladybug movie because I had nothing else to do. I've been with the show since 2020, which isn't as long as other fans, but the show still sticks in my brain the same. I knew the animation was going to be great, and that the art direction would make up for any shortcomings in the story. And while yes, the plot was rushed (duh, like, how many years has it taken to get to this point in the show? its gonna feel rushed) but the art was absolutely stunning. My favorite moment was from Hawkmoth's villain song, Chaos Will Reign(available on Spotify) when they pulled out the Disney Villain lime green color. I love that color, and seeing Hawkmoth with it made me ascend. I really love the ending battle as well, the use of colors, lightning effects, butterfly textures, was just perfect. The animation was also really smooth, down to the small details of hair movements, such as when Nino and Alya are on the roller coaster, or when Chat Noir's hair gets wet.

The music was probably my least favorite part, just because I think Cristina Vee could've slayed it, and that the songs sounded kind of generic. But Oh My God, Chaos Will Reign had me bopping and replaying it. In fact, I'm listening to Chaos Will Reign and I'm Just Ken while writing this. It definitely gave me old Disney villain song vibes, mixed with the slightest hint of a Danny Elfman soundtrack. It just sounded so evil, but in a way that I can get behind. Keith Silverstein can actually sing, and that note at the end was wonderful. The vibrato gave me life. I was lowkey hoping Nooroo would stop talking so I could hear more. The chanting was awesome, and gave Friends on the Other Side vibes. I was (and still am) a big fan of villain songs, and this is a throwback to my theater kid days when I exclusively played villains and enjoyed it. Definitely overthrew the Hawkmoth Rap as my favorite Miraculous Ladybug song, but the Hawkmoth Rap is like, second place still. The only crime this song had was being too short. Release the ten hour cut.

Finally, aside from the glory that is Chaos Will Reign, I want to say that the two identity reveal scenes were amazing. I'll start off with Adrien and Marinette's, just because I care about that one the least. I think it was a creative way to go about it, with the masquerade masks. Fanfiction wins again. But I have so much to squeal about when it comes to the Adrien and Gabriel reveal. This version of Gabriel was definitely way more sympathetic than his show counterpart, despite committing atrocious acts. I actually wanted this Gabriel to get some redemption, and I think that bit of forgiveness from Adrien is just that. Let them have a good bond, PLEASE! The whole battle scene was just amazing, the fact that Hawkmoth was willing to do literally anything, and very nearly came close to winning. I knew he wasn't going to win, it's a kid's movie, but I was still on the edge of my seat and biting my nails.

I need both of these movies injected into my bloodstream ASAP.

Do I recommend them? Depends on your preferences. For Barbie, I can see why people wouldn't like it, it's campy(in a fun way), and it's anti-patriarchy and anti-matriarchy, which would make the misogynists and misandrists mad. But I think if you're open to a goofy time that will make you appreciate the women in your life, then give it a watch. It's definitely worth it.

For Miraculous Ladybug, it's a kid's movie, based on a show with a big following spanning years. I think it's something to watch if you're a fan, former or current, of the show. If you're just starting to watch Miraculous, it'll be a better watch if you sit through the show. But, it's a good movie, and still enjoyable for novice Miraculers.

I'm definitely watching these over and over again.

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iltaimpi · 9 months

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{I ought to draw the Twins soon. If only obligations weren't in my way.}

{Well, until I draw them fully, here's them in the background of this image:

Nero and Laurie Bousfield, also known as the Bousfields, Bousfield twins, or simply The Twins, are two young Stand Users April has the misfortune of being housed with. They're around 11 years old, both orphans, and both suffer delusions despite their age - the things that having a Stand and a fucked-up backstory will do to your psyche, am I right? In any case, I don't know who the fuck's supposed to be taking care of these kids (April included), but they're not doing a very good job of it since April seems to be the one trying to control these two.

Nero, pictured on the left, and Laurie, pictured on the right, have an interest in causing trouble, horror movies, Disney, and scaring the absolute fuck out of April.

Nero's Stand is also pictured above, holding the broken toaster. Named 「Rotting Fantasyland」, it is a small humanoid Stand whose main ability is simply to cause any tech to malfunction; that is, to make any technological device function in any way it's not meant to be functioning; which in essence gives him great control over technology. Nero likes to use this ability just to mess with people, particularly if he can use it to scare someone - like turning the lights off to get closer to someone before the lights go back on, horror-movie style.

Nero himself is a very odd and somewhat antisocial boy. He ofttimes deludes himself, and seems to believe himself to be very powerful and dangerous. He finds entertainment in tormenting and scaring others, and is protective of but harsh towards his sister. Has a morbid interest in taking innocent things– such as children’s characters– and twisting them into something dubious. Tends to act condescending towards others, and if he ever feels disadvantaged or endangered, he will do everything to invert those feelings to emulate superiority and power. He believes himself to be possessed by demons or cursed—but not by 「Rotting Fantasyland」, which he knows is a Stand. Sometimes he carries small devices to use as improvised explosives or fire projectiles in an emergency situation.

Laurie is a bit odd, but less antisocial than her brother. Her delusions seem to manifest in mainly the form of paranoia, believing herself to be infested or possessed, and being somewhat neurotic as a result. She doesn’t know what it is, but she is absolutely convinced there is something inside of her, feeding off her life energy. Though outwardly calm, she tends to get rather jittery the longer she’s away from home. She often talks very casually about things that could go wrong or how the person she’s talking to could possibly kill her. She does not avoid people, however, and treats this dread and paranoia as an average everyday occurrence. Tends to do things even if they cause her more anxiety, but complains about pain quite easily—even if it’s nonexistent. Believes her brother to be as dangerous as he claims to be. Usually nicer to others than him, though.

Her Stand, not pictured, is (as of this moment) called 「Cracknight」. It has an ability in thematic contrast to 「Rotting Fantasyland」, it replaces organic bits with other organic constituents. This is typically done in the fashion of, for example, exchanging a leaf for a lung. A leaf doesn’t match the size of a lung, but when this is done, a lung crafted of leaves will replace the lung, which will be removed from the body in the process. Over time, assuming no further damage is done, the leaf-heart will begin to turn into what is functionally a real heart. This comes with a drawback: her fucking bones. Her health is shit and she constantly has to replace failing parts with other constituents using her Stand... and, given her paranoia, perhaps she replaces things when it's not exactly necessary.

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#ilta puhuu #jjba oc #fan character #jojo oc #jjba fan stand #jjba fan character #fanstands #The Bousfield Twins #Laurie Bousfield #Nero Bousfield

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salmonellaandcheese · 1 year

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Tag Game To Better Know You!

Tagged by the lovely and talented @lady--lisa (So sorry for taking so long! I didn't forget! I just couldn't figure out a way to copy all the questions easily on mobile)

If you saw the first version of this no u didnt

What book are you currently reading?

I'm halfway through Anne of Avolea by L.M Montgomery and a few chapters into the Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett. I really should read more, I used to devour books back when I was a kid, but the library I volunteer at is based on community requests so its almost entirely formulaic ghostwritten thrillers (curse you James Pattison). If anyone has book recommendations let me know!

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I think the only movie I saw was the new Top Gun, which I only watched because my mum loves the original and we went for her birthday. I wouldn't say its fantastic, but I did end up infodumping to my friends about propaganda and pop culture.

What do you usually wear?

Usually loose jeans or other sturdy pants and some variety of print t-shirt with my red flannel. Anxiety kind of made it into my uni uniform, I never thought I'd miss my high school uniform that much. When I'm at home I'm usually wearing shorts and an old singlet that I got in grade 8 or something. Winter means I get to wear big jumpers! I have this horrifically ugly one on it that says New Zealand with a red kiwi on it, I adore it. If I'm reaching out of my miniscule comfort zone I'll wear a funky button up or a more form fitting shirt, I've always dressed quite modestly (although not entirely by choice) and this year I cut my hair off and started to explore my masculinity and being openly and visibly queer. I pretty much only wear natural fibres and very practial/sensory friendly clothing, so most of my clothes are made to last and will be repaired until I deign them unwearable.

Fun fact, I used to actually dress in a style I'd say is somewhere between classic lolita and cottagecore, lots of pinafores and frilly shirts and ribbons. Next year I'd like to step out of my comfort zone and dress in any way that sparks joy, maybe experiment with makeup, different styles or more revealing clothing (ooh a shoulder, scandalous).

How tall are you?

I'm actually not quite sure, between 165cm and 170cm I think (5'5" to 5'7")

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Gemini

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

I introduce myself with my name but with hopes that I'll get a nickname, I've always wanted one.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I'm still in uni but by a technicality yes? I wanted to be a scientist but came to dislike science in high school, but now I'm doing archeology (and history) through an arts degree but I could do it through a science degree. I did really enjoy digging in the dirt as a child, so I think little me would be happy about that, even if i was more into paleontology.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

No. I do have a bit of a crush on my best friend, who I turned down a year ago because I'm the stupidest person alive and can't tell the difference between friendship feelings and romantic feelings.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I'm good with precision and detail orientated things. I love knitting and I've picked up archery and bread making recently. Its actually why I got into archaeology, I wanted to work in restoration and conservation.

I'm bad at remembering to do stuff. It's the ADHD man. Assessments? whoops. Consistent meals? Forgot. Cleaning? sorry not happening

Dogs or cats?

Dogs, I've never had a cat and don't really know how they work.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

I knitted my best friend some lovely socks, they're my first pair of socks and my second time doing fair isle.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

Look I know this means fandom but I have to start planning for what I'm putting in the show next year, it's only 6 months away. I'd love to do some more sewing, maybe make a gunne sax style dress (provided my anxiety will let me wear it out of the house) and I want to find something technically challenging for knitting, maybe lacework? Send me knitting/crafting inspo. I was thinking of maybe picking up counted thread embroidery too (yes I hate myself).

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Star Wars. I've got brain worms about it. I've been microwaving it for months. Its been on my mind constantly, yet I have no thoughts. I'm forcing all of my friends to watch it. I'm rewatching all of it. I know nothing but also everything. I'm being excessively autistic about a background character wearing a cable knit jumper.

Good thing is that it makes conversation with men under 25 incredibly easy. I've made industry connections over a conversation about Lego Star Wars.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Uhhhhhh. My uni's archaeology society? The history society raised my standards high, they do a lot of fun events, whereas the archaeology one is useful but a lot more industry training and connections focused instead of having regular pizza and power-point nights like the history one.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Hmm. I'm not too sure. I can flip an egg without using anything other than the pan, does that count? Like just wiggle, wiggle, throw it up in the air and catch it.

Are you religious?

Catholic but in a cool and funky queer way

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A concrete plan of what the hell I'm doing and how to do it. A solution to my joint pain?

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