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cardboardheartss · 3 days

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Hi cardboardbox, could you pls do a reading on Newjeans and Min hee Jin controversy with Hype labels and how the future of new jeans will be? I am so so worriedly for the girls. Thanks a lot🥺

Min Hee Jin vs HYBE Labels Situation Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

background information :

Are the allegations true? : Star rx

Yes, but not all of them are true. In this situation it seems as if hybe have been lurking around and watching her every move waiting for this exact moment to expose her.

MHJ should’ve seen the signs from the beginning 🙎🏽‍♀️ smh…

Is this media play? : AoC rx

Not really, HYBE have been keeping quiet about MHJ shady work and finally got the chance to expose it now.

Did MHJ really sell NWJNS members personal information? : Devil, Hanged Man, Emperor, 2oP, The World rx, WoF rx, 5oC

Yes, she did in fact sell the members personal information. She probably sold it to a man of power within the industry and it seems as if MHJ promised him some hush money and MHJ either didn’t pay or she didn’t give enough. So… this man decided to expose her too.

Will MHJ be stepping down as CEO? : 7oS, Empress rx, 10oP, 8oC, 10oC, 10oW rx

Ummm… yes, there is a possibility that MHJ will be stepping down. She will literally sign that letter and take all her creativity and ideas along with her. To be honest, she is quite sad too because she is going to lose A LOT of money and her staff members too.

Will MHJ departure affect HYBE’s income? : 2oS rx

Not really, they will try a way to get right back up on their feet. They just did not really support MHJ actions because of the boundaries she had been causing and how this issue could’ve led to the downfall of HYBE.

MHJ current energy? : QoW

She’s reading to fight, and she probably likes all the attention she’s being given right now.🤦🏽‍♀️

MHJ’s thoughts on situation? : The Tower rx, PoP rx, 5oP, PoC rx

She’s just worried about losing her bag. She’s REALLY tried to keep this info secret but it led to it being exposed. It seems as if she really couldn’t believe that they actually exposed her, she’s in shock and is quite discouraged too because of her hardwork being torn down.

Also she thinks all of this comes from a place of envy because she’s aware that other CEO’s aren’t as creative and smart as her lol.

Why does Bang Si Hyuk want MHJ to step down? : Judgement rx

He just doesn’t agree with MHJ shady work and actions. He doesn’t want the NWJNS members to be used for money, he wants to protect them.

Future of ADOR? The Sun rx & Temperance rx

A mess… the company will not do well and there will be A LOT of imbalance overall. The company will basically experience a MAJOR downfall.

Future of HYBE after MHJ departure? : 2oW, KoS, 9oS, KNoS, Justice, KoC, AoS

They will take time to get back on their feet… possibly a loss of money? They will work hard and find a different ceo to replace MHJ and surprisingly… they’ll actually succeed.

NEWJEANS overall thoughts on this situation? : 8oW, KoS, KNoS, QoS

They just find it odd how all the male ceo’s are beefing with MHJ… they quite mind boggled to be honest?!😅

Hyein : AoS

She’s aware of this situation… but doesn’t wanna share more.

Haerin : The Fool rx, The Magician rx, The High Priestess rx, Empress rx, Emperor rx, KNoP rx, KoP rx

She thinks MHJ was real stupid doing all of this… she knows this will affect nwjns in a way and she’s unhappy about it. Haerin also believes MHJ was once again.. really stupid for trusting a high up man because why would she even trust him,

“You trusted a man?! Out of all people you trusted THAT guy specifically?? Really man?”

lol that’s the message/thought from haerin 🤣

Hanni : KoC rx, AoW rx, 2oW rx

My pookie is stressedtffftf? She is really anxious and worried about everything right now. This has stressed her out to the point where she really doesn’t want to work anymore and hanni is really worried about the group and her career.

She doesn’t want MHJ to leave 🥺💔

Danielle : 3oW, 4oW, 7oW, 6oW, 7oW

Dani really appreciates MHJ, she could view her as her work mom. She feels very safe around her and is overly grateful to have her as a ceo. Dani is aware of this and DOES NOT want MHJ to leave… I mean look at these cards…

Minji : World

She’s like “meh… I guess it’s your time to go” Minji was probably aware of what was going on and she wanted MHJ to be disciplined in a way.

She also thinks MHJ will be fine and probably start a new life overseas and create a new gg/bg.

Future of NWJNS career? : 5oW, 7oC rx, The Magician

Still fights between members and within the industry too ( 🚫in terms of streams and awards🚫). I know bunnies are worried but NEWJEANS will continue succeeding.😚🐰🎊

Thank you for reading 📦

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genderlessdude92 · 3 days

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PAIRINGS: Alastor x F!Reader

SUMMARY: In this chapter, the protagonist finds themselves in a confrontation with Alastor, known as the Radio Demon. Vox, another character, intervenes, leading to a tense exchange. Later, the protagonist returns home, reflecting on their fame and current situation. Alastor is just annoying.

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Mature Content, Sensitivity, Alcohol use, like HEAVY, (It was noted in the intro that reader is an alcoholic but gets better throughout the story), Verbal Altercations, Implied Violence, Character Behavior, Sexual References, News Media, Emotional Turmoil, Cliffhanger.

NOTICE: please don't steal/copy/translate my work. But thanks for liking it, though!! ^^ Posting chapter every friday but this one is early! Asks are always open, but i can’t get to all of them at the same exact time so if yours is answered right away…You might be lucky 🙏

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The waitress squeaked out of fear and ran to Lucifer knows where, clearing the space of view between you two.

‘Fuckin’ wimp.” You thought.

“No manners these days, am i wrong?” The deer said, turning his head to face yours.

You snapped out of your trance, “Uh…I was doing just fine my myself.”

“I could tell.” he smirked, “You must be pretty desperate to drink every single type of liquor in here.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he replied, “For starters, you were naming those liquors from the top of your head like the songs in your albums..”

You only blinked.

“Secondly, you’re dressed like a prostitute. Thirdly, you’re not even wearing a bra,” He cleared his throat, “Fo-”

“What gives you the fuckin’ right to call me out like that?!” You argue, “Do you know who I am, fuckin’ asshat?!”

Alastor’s demeanor shifted more eerie, along with the lights in the establishment, “Do you know who I am?” He retorted, “I think somebody needs a quick lesson since they’ve missed some classes, shall we?” He asked, sizing up his form.

You snarled, “You cocky…”

“What the fuck is going on here?!” A loud voice yelled from the entrance.

Both of your heads turned to meet a vision on Vox standing at the entrance, clearly fuming.

“…Why the fuck-“ He points his claw to you, “are you doing he-“ He then snaps his like of view to Alastor, “I-what the fuck?!”

You started to laugh like a child, only now you were a drunk-full-grown-not-mentally-stable-and-not-currently-alive-adult.

Until Alastor slapped you on the back of your head to stop.

“My office, now!”

***

Vox’s office was dimly lit, with soft jazz music playing in the background. The walls were adorned with paintings of various musicians, and shelves lined with books and trophies. A large desk dominated the room, with a sleek computer monitor and stacks of papers piled high on its surface.

Alastor sat across from Vox, observing the scene before him. He seemed to find this situation amusing for some reason.

But you certainly didn’t.

This was not how you wanted your first day out to go.

“What do you want from me?” Alastor asked, his tone casual. “I’m already banned from this fine establishment, am i not?” He chortled.

“That’s the fuckin’ problem,” He slammed his fist on the desk, “I don’t even know why i bothered to bring you in here.” He growled.

Vox then shifted his eyes to you, “-and you.” he added, “You shouldn’t even be showing your face here. do you know how mad i am at you?!” He yelled in your face sparks igniting in his antennas.

“…What.” You gave him a droopy smile.

He groaned, “How much drinks did she have, fuckin’ hell-“

“-34, my good sir.” Alastor intervened.

You chuckled, “No, i had like, 4 shots.”

“Well, you must be mistaken, because i counted 34 drinks.” Alastor corrected, bending his neck slightly.

“Wh-hold on, why were you watch-“

“Enough! That is not what we are talking about.” Vox yelled, standing up from his seat to show authority.

After a surprising moment of silence, he continued, “Y/N, You literally vanished from sight a day before we had a massive show planned at my convention center,” Vox answered, sitting back down, “I know you weren’t told that you aren’t welcome here, but you aren’t and it should be obvious.”

You stayed silent for a moment, getting sober by the second. How long ago was that?

“…Sorry.” You crossed your arms.

“Now you see how none of you are allowed here?” He folded his hands on his desk, looking down and sighing in stress.

“…Yeah, yeah.” You said.

***

Walking out of the building, you jumped slightly when you felt a claw on your shoulder.

“You really don’t remember who I am, little lady?” Alastor said, turning your shoulders to face him.

You looked up slowly, relaxing the alcohol in your body, “No, i know you. Just thought it was funny.” You put a hand on your hip. “You used to put my songs in your broadcast in intermissions, if i remember correctly”

He laughed, “My highest point of listeners.” He grinned.

“I don’t remember much, though,” You admitted, scratching your cheek. “Kinda what i was wanting las’ couple of years.”

“I’d imagine.” He replied, “Drinking every night for forty years isn’t healthy, even for someone like you.” He scoffed, still

plastering the same grin on his face.

“wh- ‘someone like me?’” You questioned.

He sighed, “Look, i know you haven’t been seen for a while, but that doesn’t mean that we forgot about you, if that’s what you’ve been wanting.” He clarified, “You’re a well known woman, but you’ve had…issues since you were alive.”

“good way to bring down the mood,” You scoffed, “i thought we were just getting along, y’know?”

He laughed, “That would be a headline, for sure.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “You’re weird.”

“You’re drunk.” He claimed back.

You growled, about to bite back, but he cut you off, “It seems our time here is up,” He said, now looking at his watch (that clearly does not exist) on his wrist, “My radio show starts in little over ten minutes. Ta-Ta!” He waved goodbye, walking past you.

You began to walk over to him, to give some piece of mind to him, but he then materialized into the shadow.

“Piece of trash…” You muttered, beginning to walk away from the building.

***

As you unlocked the door to your manor, you can’t help but wonder why, after all these years, people still remembered you?

You stepped inside, kicking your heels off.

That was the whole point in rotting in this trash bin, anyways. You couldn’t have all this fame, it wasn’t ethical.

You tossed your fur coat into the laundry room.

And on top of that, you were banned from one of your favorite places. who the fuck does that? He’s just jealous-

You plopped your body onto the plush couch, not bothering about the feeling of your dress riding up your thighs, as you would’ve.

“-yeah, jealous,” You said aloud, “He’s a fucking television, I’m full bodied. I’m a legend and he’s just a piece of trash.”

you scavenged around the coffe table’s under-cabinets until you found a half empty bottle of wine-

…and let’s not forget that stupid deer.

“After all the fucking fame i probably got him, he just treats me like imp-shit. I was just tryna be friendly, start a little fake fight, but noooo-“

You took a large swig of your bottle.

“He just had to get me in trouble, embarrass me, and walk away as if nothing fucking happened.”

You sighed.

You looked at the bottle that was now empty.

…And think if… you did this to yourself?

“…Nah.”

You take off your jewelry, take off your clothes until you were in a bra and panties, and sprawl yourself on your couch, reaching for the remote and turning on your television.

“He’s probably getting… bullied on the news or somethin’.” You muttered to yourself, laughing softly.

Swapping through news networks-

…Oh fuck.

“Famous singer and dancer star from back in the day, Y/N (or stage name idk), Has returned to the bustling streets of the pentagram after 40 fucking years of an absence!” Katie said clenching her script sheet in hand with a shit-eating smile on her face.

You always felt bad for that other guy next to her…

-That’s not the point.

“…apparently, she got into a little fight with the infamous Radio Demon we all know and hate, Alastor! Talk about the conversation of a 40 years!” She added as a laughing track played.

You cringed, “Fuckin’ bitch.”

“But that’s not all! Apparently, this has caused quite the uproar among the fans of the two. Some are worried that our beloved star may never return to performing again, and is just scavenging for some drinks and dicks! While others are ecstatic that she has finally reappeared after such a long time.”

“…Fucking hell, m’ not dealing with this.”

“In other news-”

You turned off the tv, tossing your remote onto the floor.

“Her boobs are so fuckin’ fake, I hate that bitch.” You ranted, Stretching your back and staring at the ceiling.

“…Let’s see, ok…I’m out of books to read.” You noted, “…No more alcohol in this stupid jail cell of a shit hole…” You noted as well, “…and I’m all over the news now…”

After a moment of contemplating life, you sit up again and go to your room.

“I should go to another bar…a really expensive one…” You muttered, immediately rummaging through your closet.

“…I have a lot of money anyways…” You grinned, “Probably more than that stupid dear. I could probably hunt him and eat him…it would taste…” You looked down to your naked body for a moment, thinking, “…like…if it were medium rare, really good…”

“-What was that?” a static voice asked from across the walk-in closet.

“What the fuck?!-“ You turned around, covering your boobs, “How the fuck did you get into my house, pervert?!”

“I’m sorry, dear. But I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Alastor said, crossing his arms, “And for the record, I’m far from a pervert.” He said, squinting his eyes.

“How the fuck did you get in here?!” You demanded.

“Well, you see-“

“No, no. No explanations. Get the fuck out of my house, perverted demon!” You yelled, throwing a shoe at him.

He caught it without effort and stared at you with his red eyes, “Excuse me? You…just asked me why I was-“

You narrowed your eyes, “Oh my gosh, you are so annoying, i can do see how Vox hates you now…” You groan, looking for a robe.

“…You know,” he began as you continued to search, “There’s a saying that goes along the lines of, ‘Drunk men say wise words’ I believe?” He questioned aloud to himself, “…I don’t think that goes for women.”

As you tied a robe around your waist you put your hands on your hips and looked at him. “What are you doing here.” You asked.

“…” Alastor waited silently.

“…Like…actually.” You clarified.

Alastor nodded, “I came to make sure you were alright.” He said simply, “You were rather intoxicated earlier today.”

“…”

“…And you were also not wearing anything under the dress, it kept slipping off.” He added, adding an awkward laugh to it.

“…”

“…So, naturally, I was concerned for your safety.” He finished.

“…”

“…Was it something I said?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“…”

“…Or maybe it was the fact that you threw your shoes at me.” He stated bluntly.

“…Wait- why would it be about the shoes?”

Alastor smiled, “Never mind, it sounds much nicer in here when it’s down one voice.”

You scoffed, “What the fuck is your problem? didn’t you come over here to check in on me?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

You rolled your eyes, “Then why are you acting like an ass all the sudden.”

“Actually…” He pondered for a moment, “…I was hoping you would… join me for dinner.” He replied casually.

You raised a brow, “Dinner?”, You said flatly, crossing your arms.

“Yes,” Alastor confirmed. “I’ve…prepared a special meal for us to enjoy together.”

“…That’s so mean.”

“…What…what do you mean?-“

“You’re just tryna get me to not go to a fuckin’ bar.”

He laughed blandly, “You are very wise, my lady.” He claimed, “But, may i remind you that a free dinner cost less than putting another 34 drinks onto your tab?”

You looked at him confused, but then realized something that disgusted you, “Are you gonna feed me cannibal food?”

He laughed, “For you, I’m sure it’s your favorite meal, but for me, yes, it is a cannibal meal.”

“…What-“

“Medium rare deer?”

You gasped, “Stalker! I fuckin’ knew it!” You claimed, getting another shoe from the ground and getting ready to throw it.

“Don’t!-“ He grabbed the shoe from your drunken-soft grip, “-you dare.”

“…Just don’t go to the bar,” He sighed as if taking care of a toddler, “I’m doing you a favor.”

“-And why would the Radio Demon care?”

“…It’s not pity,” he began, “…I just get second hand embarrassment seeing you drunk.” He grimaced.

“Nah, you just want me and not want anybody else to check me out.” You grinned, turning around to rummage through clothes again.

“Excuse me?” He said, offended, “I don’t view you that way whatsoever.”

“It’s okay, I worked hard for my glutes.” You slugged out a laugh, “Plastic balls wouldn’t look good in my skin.”

Alastor let his disgust cease for a moment before sighing, “I’m leaving. But,” He pulled out a pen from out of nowhere and wrote something down on a piece of paper, that also appeared out of nowhere, and handed it to you when done. “-If you ever need anything. You know, since you’re so vulnerable outside right now, I’ll be at this location.”

‘Hazbin Hotel, Morningstar District.’ It read.

“I’m not vulnerable, I’m just really hot and everybody wants me.”

“…Ugh, okay,” Alastor said to himself, “I’m out. Goodbye, Y/N. Until we meet again.”

And he was gone with the shadows.

You sighed, “Probably still watching me.”, you said aloud, pulling out a black silk dress from the mountainous pile on clothes beneath you.

***

You awoke in the morning to a pounding headache.

You groaned, rubbing your temples as you sat up and opened your eyes.

Your gaze fell upon the empty bottles of liquor strewn across the room and a wave of regret washed over you.

“…At least I decided to buy more.” You said to yourself, sitting up as you yawned and stretched.

Your eyes drifted towards the nightstand next to the bed and saw a glass of water and some painkillers.

You smiled softly, thankful for the kind gesture your past self gave you.

You popped the pills in your mouth and drank the entire glass, feeling slightly better after the medicine kicked in.

You looked at the clock on your wall, seeing that it was only 7 am.

Sighing, you get out of bed, ignoring the fact that your entire outfit from last night was still on (including the heels), You stalked your way over the kitchen to make some hangover stew

After a few minutes of chopping, mixing, and boiling, you finally had a bowl of hangover soup in front of you.

You took a bite and moaned.

It tasted delicious, as usual from your cooking.

And decided to turn the TV on.

Which was a bad idea.

Many news channels reporting on the Pride Ring were showing pictures of you and Alastor at the bar and outside the building-

“Could this be the relationship of the century or a big fluke?” The news reporter asked the audience-

Switch.

“-Another soul for Alastor to collect? Find out more after-“

Switch.

“-Personally, I wouldn’t date her if i was him, yeah?” The television guest claimed to the news reporter now on screen.

…what?

“I mean, look at her. Her boobs are flat and her ass looks fake. I mean, she could’ve at least had some surgery happen in those 40 years or bought some pads for bras.” He added, making the reporter laugh-

Click. Off.

You slammed the remote down and groaned.

You had just gotten out of a 40-year-long-hangover and now the world wants to talk shit about your body?

And you?

Great.

This was a great start to the day.

You got up, grabbing a bottle of wine from the table and taking a swig, feeling the burning sensation in your throat and the dizziness in your brain.

“…What am i doing to myself.” You said, looking at the bottle.

“…I should go to town and find a fuckin’ news reporter,” You claimed, placing the wine on the coffee table, “Fuckin’ rumors spreadin’ like that guy’s ass…” You trotted to your room to find an outfit.

You stopped, looking at your outfit from last Night, “…or jus’ fix my makeup.”

***

Strutting into the heart of Pentagram City, this was probably your first time appreciating how much eyes were on you and those…’phones.’ (which you found out the name from the television.)

You walked with confidence, but also with a little bit of embarrassment.

But mostly confidence.

You looked around, taking in the sights of the bustling city and the sounds of people chatting and laughing and yelling.

Alastor submerged from the shadows next to you, walking by your side.

“Enjoying the outside, my fellow homebody?” He asked with a grin.

“Not now, Alastor.” You said, scanning the area.

“Now, What’s gotten you so worked up with smarts?” He asked like a babysitter, “Haven’t seen you this focused since…never!” He laughed.

You scoffed, “Some guy dared to insult me on live television.” You answered, “Called me flat on my Himalaya’s.”

“…Your what’s?” He asked.

“My boobs, Alastor… they’re not that flat are they?”

I’m not answering that question.” He announced.

You pouted.

“Think of the headlines, dear.”

“…Yeah, you’re right.” You shrugged.

“So,” Alastor started, “Anything i could do to help?” He asked, clenching his cane in curiosity.

“…I needa find a popular News station. So i can announce my…opinions n’ stuff.” You said, “a popular one around these parts.”

Alastor thinked for a moment, “…Ever suggested to yourself…Vox 2 Nite?”

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NOTES: CHAPTER TWO IS OUT AND EARLY?! Guys the Alastor x Reader tumblr community is dead rn I need people to like RISE FROM THE DEAD and get their friends who also thrive here like…do their job??? Show support??? Requests??? NOTES??? COMMENTS??? ahem, Anyways, I’m proud of this chapter, It’s gonna get better though, there is spicy material coming, but you guys just have to be patient <3, support is appreciated, Love you guys!!!

-Genderlessdude92, Kiki!

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likeadevils · 2 days

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Why isn't TTPD (based on Metacritic score) as critically acclaimed as Taylor's recent past albums, specifically Folklore, Evermore, and Midnights?

after reading the negative interviews here’s some common threads (i’m saying these as charitably as possible but like don’t get me wrong i disagree with some of these)

it’s long, and there’s definitely some tracks that could be cut (there is no common consensus on which tracks exactly, largely because they don’t actually say which ones)

the album isn’t playing in new sonic territory as much as folkmore, and to a lesser degree, midnights, especially the jack antonoff tracks

a combination of the more laid back sound, mixed metaphors, and flowery language make it hard to feel like the songs are building to something. instead it just ends up putting equal emphasis on the whole thing and thus making it all fade into the background

she’s saying she’s struggling in her lyrics but it doesn’t come through in her delivery or instrumentation

it’s still the same types of things she’s been singing about since she was a teenager, making the album seem even more muted

her songs swing from super flowery language to super conversational language and it makes the flowery language seem overwrought and the conversational language seem cringey (can not stress how charitable i am being with this. the amount of reviews that will just take a lyric out of context and be like, isn’t this bad? moving on!)

funny things i noticed

people still don’t like taylor swift writing songs about things that happened to taylor swift and at this point i just don’t know what to tell them

there’s a lot of thinly veiled, or just outright said, “young fanbase means bad art” going on

the paste’s review is ridiculous. in one paragraph she’s like “she’s too relatable!” and in another she’s like “she’s too unrelatable!”. i’m pretty sure it implies taylor wrote my boy only breaks his favorite toys to capitalize on barbenheimer. like. i get having someone who isn’t a fan of taylor review her album but at a certain point it’s like, well yeah if you’re looking for reasons to not like taylor swift then you’ll obviously find them. and like, for a random hate listen, fun whatever, but if you’re going to be professionally reviewing her album at least be consistent about why you hate it (also. side salad. whenever people hate taylor but love cjr i’m like. right cool uhuh you sure are invested in not liking taylor as a personality trait rather than a matter of taste)

everybody likes but daddy i love him. even the most negative reviews were like, to be fair, but daddy i love him slaps and the line “i’m having his baby! no im not but you should see your faces” is funny (which feels a bit hypocritical in all the reviews that are like ‘she keeps writing the about same stuff that she did as a teenager!’ but like. bdilh is just that good so i understand)

#asks*

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inkskinned · 1 year

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maybe i'm a bitch but if i hear you go out of your way to judge someone's weight, i immediately lose trust in you & will probably forever find you a little unbearable . yes also the little floating bar over my head will start reading [hostile]. this is natural and u caused it.

#IF you do the therapy to stop being an asshole and make a POINT of being like #''i used to be a jerk about this but now i'm not''#..... we can reevaluate ....#btw i hope this doesn't need explanation and everyone can be normal on this post #and not be like #what if i am a DOCTOR and i was aSKED #like we all know what i'm referring to here #you're like in target and lizzo is playing in the background and they're like #DID YOU NOTICE THAT LIZZO IS FAT?#or ur on instagram and like some dude's comment is like #NICE ART BUT WHY ARENT YOU THIN #like .... okay we get it. we get it . go to sleep . go to therapy. bye.#ALSO BTW i am in recovery for an ED and im saying this AS someone with Brain Problems #pls do not clown on this and be like ''actually i'm allowed to be rude and judgemental''#no u aren't. none of us are. having an ED is not a pass for being a fucking dick #it can make you ACT like a dick. that isn't something you should be proud of or seek to continue #hence.... therapy!!!!!!!!#i know it's kind of controversial to say it but frankly i don't believe in infantilizing mental illness #by being like ''oh they can't help themselves''#bc that kind of thinking is .... unbelievably toxic lmafo #you might not be able to control your split-second thoughts/judgements #i have ocd i understand #but like. . . .. you know #we both know #this post is not about ''u blurted something u regret''#this post is about. THAT GUY

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egophiliac · 1 month

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Hello!! I followed you for your absolutely amazing Twisted Wonderland comics (thank you for making them, by the way-) but I saw you posting about something called Ride Kamens? I haven’t heard of it before, what’s it about? Or if that’s a bit much to ask, where could I find more info about it? It seems right up my alley 👀

Thank you!

thank you! :> :> :> (this is also for the other anon who asked about where to find it, I am honored to be infecting the world spreading interest in this silly game)

Ride Kamens is still doing prerelease marketing and isn't out yet; it's set for "early summer 2024", so a bit yet to go! similar to Twst, it's a mobile game about anime boys loosely based on an existing franchise (Kamen Rider), although it seems like it's going to be more standalone/won't require familiarity with Rider going in.

the (very) basic premise is that your player character has just taken over their late father's role as a secret agent, supporting the city's superheroes by running a secret base disguised as a cafe (plus you have a personal butler for some reason) (the reason is because it's amazing). you also have to help the heroes regain their lost memories, and it looks like it'll have a bit of a route/choice aspect there (not romance, just different endings to the character episodes depending on what you do). the details are kinda hard to tell at this point but the characters seem like a really fun bunch; there's definitely big "idiots with emotional problems" energy which I am extremely into.

all the official info is in Japanese only at the moment, but here's the website and the ride_kamens twitter! (though the twitter is sort of overtaken by posts about the AnimeJapan exhibit right now, whoops.) and I believe some people are already planning on doing translations for it too? lots to look forward to! :D

#ride kamens #joseimuke games are serious business #this is why like 99% of my posts about it so far have been just 'hey it's that guy' :')#the characters look like fun i'm just waiting to properly meet them!#i suspect they're doing a bit of a reverse-twst where instead of familiarity with the source drawing you into the game #they're aiming to get people into rider via handsome animes #we have officially reached the zany gambit phase of the franchise #honestly i have no idea what the actual quality of the game is going to be but by god am i gonna play it anyway because C'MON #i do think it looks like fun though! based on the op it looks like the villains might be turning people into monsters?#and the chaostones are from space or something WHY NOT #(also i was SO happy to see that there's a background that looks like our old friend the Wireworks and Explosion Factory)#(you made it in! can't wait for a character to dramatically explode in you ❤️)#(man i hope nijigao city is just full of toku landmarks)#(round up all the boys for a field trip to the local quarry surely nothing will go wrong there)

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blujayonthewing · 1 year

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#I've played with irl atheists and catholics and everything in between #but it rarely feels like faith is a real factor for anyone-- DM or player #outside of‚ again‚ divine spellcasters and Big Epic Plot Things #I mean there are a couple of 'RAAAHGH FUCK THE GODS >:C' edgy backstory types but #no one is just Normally Culturally Religious and it's WEIRD #like it's not even a matter of faith in dnd! the gods are LITERALLY OBJECTIVELY PROVABLY REAL #so what does that MEAN for the average person! how does it shape language? business? culture?#where are the people wearing holy symbols like amulets-- or the way modern christians very casually wear crosses?#blessings over meals? prayers before bed? burnt offerings?#and like I enjoy thinking about world and culture building but I know that's A Whole Thing but even just like...#it doesn't feel like anyone believes in gods at all except clerics and paladins #like they DO because they factually exist but in the same way I 'believe in' like. the president of france.#like yeah he exists and is important to some people but has no bearing on my life whatsoever #that's such a fucking weird approach to the DIVINE in a polytheist world where those gods are YOUR CULTURE'S GODS??#I am bad at this myself but I'm not religious so it's harder for me to remember what Being Religious All The Time Casually is like lol #funny enough my character with the most intentionally religious background in this sense #is one of my ones who's ended up wrapped up in Big Plot God Things lmao #'aubree starts the campaign with a holy symbol of yondalla because of course she does why wouldn't she'#'oh okay well she's gonna get deeply and personally entangled with a bunch of death gods immediately' fdkjghkdf oh!! welp #you don't really pray to urogalan unless you're breaking ground for a new building or someone just died so it's STILL weird for her lol #but at least I had the framework there of 'oh yeah the gods exist and matter to me and my everyday life and culture' in general #about me #posts from twitter

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bubbieboy · 28 days

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this would fix them trust me

#rrb brick #rrb boomer #rrb butch #rowdyruff boys #my art #you can’t prove me wrong nobody has ever tried to grill them a cheese in the show #ignore the ass background btw genuinely it does not mean anything 😭#pretend they broke into someone’s house to do this or something idk. i am not drawing mojos tower thing #the bg is the reason this has been sitting partly finished in my folder for like a week and a half #and it’s also why i’m posting this in the dead of night instead of waiting until ppl are actually online #but i felt remiss not to put the boys watching cartoons and eating grilled cheese out into the world #it’s their natural habitat #they should be playing with pogs and b4kugan and shit

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mihai-florescu · 10 months

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We shall never be again as we were

#i missed just playing with this one brush on one layer but i had no motivation for a background #which is why i think i dont quite like it. i really do need to force myself to draw actual environments #however. i am tired now and i still need to eat and wash my hair. so it is what it is #enstars #ensemble stars #eimugi #tsumugi aoba #eichi tenshouin #my art

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jamiethebeeart · 7 months

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:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

#shuichi iguchi #shigaraki tomura #mha spinner #bnha spinner #spinaraki #spinneraki #ok now that the tags are out of the way LETS TALK #i was reading a webtoon when female lead did that whole laugh and cover it with your hand thing and i do it sometimes too #and i got to thinking about WHY and why its usually girls depicted as such and i know some people dont like their teeth/smile #and im like well shut the fuck up! im thinking fem spinner!!! like being self conscious about how she looks and developing it on accident #and shigaraki never really noticing until one day she DOES and wow spinner looks really pretty when she laughs and why does she hide it #like damn!!! i have a lot of thoughts about what spinner but female and the changes that would have on the character and why and agdjfkflg #ANYWAYS someone stop me from regressing to the old way i used to do hair bc its too damn time intensive but its so easy to zone out during #fem shigaraki #fem spinner #was going to properly do the background but i got done after forgetting the texture for spinner for the 4th time + went eeeh good enough #also!!!!!! the last “”panel“” made me realize how weird that angle is to draw spinner with his major proportions and also keep the soft 1/2 #2/2 smile reading as a smile and agdhfkfl am i adding “looks like a resting bitch face” to my spinner headcanons? maybe.#but imagine spinner trying so hard to look approachable and give a little smile but his face just????? doesnt do that very well (at least #not as easily as more human looking humans) and how that might play into his ostracization and then him leaning into that #as a defense mechanism (like if they think im an ass then I'll look like an ass on purpose) ahdndn he was so grumpy in the bar in the bg #mha jbee

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damthosefandoms · 3 months

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damn they’re gonna have nothing to talk about during the stable scene in season eight huh

#so I’ve been trying to keep positive about the show and overall I am but I think this episode was a major letdown #them! and now it’s four fucking pearls? four? FOUR?#I’m just a little bitchy cause I don’t care for the music they picked and they should’ve had hotel california playing in the background #since they couldn’t do pokerface and all. and listen MAY CASTELLAN? REALLY? IN TLT???#why. Why. next week they’re doing crusty’s and they’re gonna cut it all I just know it because that’s my favorite scene in the series #no Annabeth beating up a dude in a truck in a car wash?? booo #I just. like I accept it won’t be perfect and I respect people’s opinions on parts they didn’t like about the other episodes. but I liked #pjo tv show #percy jackson #pjo #Percy jackson and the olympians #my post

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homoeroticvillain · 3 months

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sometimes you have to make your whole way through a drawing by just saying fuck it, we ball

#why am i drawing dottokaveh? no clue honestly we just ended up here #this is also cropped off a bigger drawing cause i didnt like the rest #also dont even think this dottore segment is my normal akademiya one cause again #this was not a drawing a thought through #as you can tell by the fact the table is crooked and i just used a book brush for the background #it was supposed to be kaveh patting dottore on the back but now it looks like kaveh playing with his hair #which also works i like that #L to the akademiya baizhu that got cropped out btw he didnt turn out good #klepto talks to himself #klepto's art tag

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art-from-the-pantry · 4 months

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I am insanely in Love with this drawing. Tumblr likes to botch the resolution tho, so if you want to see it in its full glory please click it (or open it in another tab, that also works)

#Sure it looks less like it is made of copper and more like it was made of brass but hey #For that sweet lighting effects? I can move past that #Also I am so so insanely proud of the lighting like look at it #Sure the dual light sources were on accident when playing around with some shading ideas but hey #And the lack of background is a little annoying to me but my art software would have crashed if I added any more layers with effects #This is part of a bigger project (an animation/story that I am entirely writing and animating in my pirated Powerpoint programm)#Do not ask me how it works for it took me 2 weeks to finish the current 8 slides (because of University etc)#And also do not ask me why I am using Powerpoint #Frame by Frame animations drive me insane (and I have no software to actually do that in) and I don't know how to work blender yet #Ahem anyway #My actual tags now #Uhhhh #Robots #robot oc #ocs #... Skull?#Man I don't know how am I supposed to tag this #tender and loving affection for your dead and long gone creator but you are a robot/program that only gained sentience after their death #How about that huh #(first one to correctly guess the two things the design for the robot was inspired by gets. A cookie. Two cookies... My lemoncake recipe)#digital art

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rillils · 2 years

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premise: writer’s block makes one desperate. writer’s block also makes one do dumb things, like say, I’ve been coming back to this kiss prompt list for ages now, how’s about I actually try my hand at one for once? so here we are! #5. morning kisses, because of course it is wordcount: 1137 warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, domestic bliss, fluff, more fluff, lorge soft happy husbands, fluff, uuuh did I mention the fluff

It’s this: the first shift in Steve’s breath, the slightly deeper inhale that tells Bucky, he’s waking up.

It’s soft: the languorous stretch of Steve’s body as he rolls over, half onto his stomach, heavy-limbed and half-asleep still; the groan of the bedsprings the only sound in the room, besides the heartbeat thrumming contentedly inside Bucky’s chest, pounding away to the rhythm of Steve, Steve’s here, Steve is waking up.

It’s the same picture as yesterday, and if Bucky is very, very lucky, the same one he’ll get to wake up to tomorrow: Steve’s hair sticking up on one side just like this, all soft spikes and impossible angles; the crease from the pillowcase, marking up his cheekbone like a lover’s seal. Bucky will kiss over it later, just to feel its soft ridges under his lips, jealous of the sheet of cotton that gets to cradle Steve’s cheek all night.

And most beautifully predictable of all: the sleepy little hum that rumbles from Steve’s chest when he, infallibly, unerringly, outstretches his arm beneath the blankets, reaching for the body next to him with his eyes still closed.

It teases a smile from Bucky’s lips. Come on, then. I’m right here, sweetheart.

He nearly holds his breath when Steve’s hand finds him, his fingertips five spots of warmth, spreading in ribbons underneath Bucky’s skin. It’s like a shiver. The whole world, condensed in one touch.

It’s intimate. Sensation, trickling over him like fat drops of honey, slow and easy and rich, lighting a spark of anticipation deep in Bucky’s belly as Steve moves, traces the inviting outline of his body. It’s everything – all of it, every crumb of it. The quick kiss of Steve’s knuckles across his hipbone. The lazy spread of Steve’s fingers, curling over the meat of Bucky’s flank. The whole breadth of Steve’s palm against Bucky’s bare stomach, every crease of it, every line, greeting him, embracing him, seeking more of him.

Bucky leans into it, a tad bit helplessly too.

Steve’s touch is soft; he’s always so soft when he’s just coming to, rumpled and sweet, completely unguarded in the safety of their bed. Gentle, and craving gentleness in return. Bucky lives for these moments of self-indulgence between them – wishes he could savor them one little spoonful at a time, let their sweetness linger for days under his tongue.

He intercepts Steve’s hand on its journey across his chest and holds it there, wrapping his flesh-and-bone fingers around Steve’s wrist in a loose grasp.

It’s only then that, across from him, Steve’s eyes slowly blink open. Sky blue and flecks of green, sweet with the last traces of sleep. His eyelashes catch the rosy light of dawn, delicate, all spun sugar and gold, and then–

those crinkles. The softness of Steve’s mouth, the hint of a dimple. He’s smiling.

He’s smiling, half of it swallowed up by his pillow, and Bucky can’t help but smile back.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he rumbles.

Steve’s fingers twitch against him, digging softly in Bucky’s chest. His cheeks flush prettily, bringing out the blue in Steve’s bleary eyes, the white teeth showing in the corner of his smile.

“Buck,” he says, warm and a little hoarse, and it’s the most precious sound Bucky will ever, ever hear.

The things he’d do to have his name be the first word on Steve’s lips every day. The things he’d do, just to keep those eyes looking at him the way they are now, the pure bliss of them, as if he were the only thing worth seeing in this world.

He releases Steve’s wrist, sliding his hand along the downy expanse of Steve’s forearm instead, tugging gently at him.

“C’mere.”

And this, this is the best part.

The rustle of fabric, like a murmur in the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom; the creak of the mattress, springs shifting under Steve’s moving weight; and Steve, Steve, Steve knocking long legs into Bucky’s legs, curling cold toes over the knob of Bucky’s ankle, slipping into Bucky’s open arms with a sigh.

Bucky watches him all the while, eyes full of him, heart drumming so fast it aches. Home, is what he sees, home braving the dark shadows beneath these sheets to come wrap around him, warm like heaven and just as sweet.

It’s Steve who crushes their lips together. Steve who cradles him close, Bucky’s hip tucked in the hot crease of Steve’s thigh, Steve’s palm cupping the back of Bucky’s head, and leaves Bucky to fill the spaces in between, pull the seams closed with his arms around Steve, his knees around Steve’s knee, his metal hand splayed protectively at the small of Steve’s back.

It’s a slow thing, the kiss. Slow, and sleep-sour, and perfect, and it leaves them both breathless in its wake.

The gleam in Steve’s eyes is all but blinding when they pull apart. His mouth – parted, panting, wet from Bucky’s own tongue, sweet Christ. He’s the one who kissed the red back into those lips, and he wants, God, he wants–

“One more,” he puffs against the bump of Steve’s chin, and Steve chuckles, elated, and kisses him again.

It’s so, so easy to melt back into it. The unhurried pleasure of their bodies meeting, tangling, welcoming one another. Steve’s tongue strokes teasingly along Bucky’s own, hot and slick, and Bucky presses closer, raking blunt fingernails along the slope of Steve’s spine.

The sheets whisper around them, hush, hush, a thousand secrets shared in this warm cocoon, cotton to skin, skin to skin, mouth to mouth.

They part– They part and it’s. Unbearable. Horrible. A fucking crime. Never again, Bucky swears to himself, leaning in to rub their noses together as they both catch their breaths.

He sinks his fingers in Steve’s hair, silky and butter-soft under his touch. He’s close enough to feel the tickle of Steve’s eyelashes against his cheek, open and close and open again, and the space behind his ribs swells and tightens all at once.

It’s crazy, the way his heart feels sated, like a puppy full of milk, and still it hungers for this man; craves every part of him, skin and bone, flesh and soul, his kiss and his bite too.

Crazy, how greedy for Steve his heart grows, yet how eager it is to give – More, more love, it says, I can hold so much more love for him.

“One more,” Bucky whispers, and Steve grins into their kiss, squeezing him all the tighter.

When Steve pulls back, Bucky only chases after him. “Nuh-uh, one more.”

When they’re laughing in each other’s mouths – “Come on, I said one more!” – out of breath and lips a-tingling – “Buck– quit tickling me, asshole” – Bucky swears he wants this, exactly this, forever – or as far into forever as their lives can take them.

#stucky #stucky kisses #rillers scribbles #sfdhfgdfjhgf #sometimes you just get really really frustrated with yourself and shit happens okay #*lies on the floor*#i haven't been able to scribble anything in a couple of months so this is probably a bit......eh #probably more .......eh than usual lol #but the thing is #i just want these schmucks to get all the kisses #and if i can give them some then i might as well #*waves pompons*#also i hate that dumb asterisk up there but when i'm doing this from my laptop the formatting just?? won't cooperate?????#dgafdsdhgjfg whatever #*'why am i like this' plays in the background*

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