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everywherea11thetime · 18 days

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So High School | ln4 x singer!reader| smau

warnings: mentions of sex

a/n: added a lil espresso bc it was way too short:/

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y/ninstagram: New single out now! It’s called so high school. I wanna thank jack for helping produce this and i wanna thank my boy for being my muse<3 You know who you are i love you;).

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fan63: YESS Y/N IS FEEDING USSSS

fan95: hello who is this about😭

fan24: girlll “you know how to drive i know Aristotle” imma need every person who has a license in the world

fan78: is this abt a race car driver?

→fan75: Nascar maybe??

mclaren: We love the song y/n🧡

→fan35: ariana wyd here?

→fan40: is the song about a mclaren driver?

→fan28: girl no

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fan40: guys I think so high school is abt a McLaren f1 driver and here’s why. Most obvious one, in her song So High School she says you know how to drive i know aristotle, so it’s somebody in the racing world, then on her anouncement mclaren commented saying that they “loved the song” know it might just be that y/n a McLaren f1 fan but also maybe they met at the bahrain gp that y/n was in march. coincidence I THINK NOT.

→fan38: girl im not gonna lie ur kinda onto something…

→fan82: nurse shes out again!

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F1wags: Lando Norris and singer/songwriter Y/n Y/Ln spotted at Club Gascon in London out only a week after speculations of who her new song So High School was about. People said they had their romantic dinner then were spotted walking to the guildhall art gallery. New couple alert?

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fan64: Y/N IN THE LIKES?????!!!!

fan71: guys maybe that twitter thread was right…

fan49: she dates to many guys, im scared for lando

→fan57: her song abt him is literally how she wants them to be forever bsffr…

fan35: Not my two worlds colliding

fan91: im actually so ready for this relationship

fan86: the next album is about to be so fireee

fan63: @/y/ninstagram @/landonorris care to explain yourselves???

→y/ninstagram: No thanks

→landonorris: no we’re good

→fan63: WE’RE!!!???????

fan54: THEY HIT THE PENTAGON

Texts between lando and y/n

y/n: should we just hard launch already?

landino: I mean they kinda already know.

y/n: alr im making the post, make yours sweet please. I dont trust you

landino: awhh please baby i had a whole caption out😔🤚

y/n: don’t come crying to after mclaren scolding you again babe

landino: YIPPIEEEE

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y/ninstagram: you know what you wanted and boy, you got her🧡 ft real pic of me on the last slide watching lan and his friends listen to so high school

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maxfewtrell: still haven’t recovered from that song…

→landonorris: wanna play gta tonight?

→maxfewtrell: NO

→angryginge13: NO

→martingarrix: NO

→ maxverstappen: NO

→ danielricciardo: NO

→ y/ninstagram: damn, American Pie then?

landonorris: love you babe(i would have chose kill)

→ y/ninstagram: oh what’d you say “no sex for a month”

→ landonorris: NO I SAID I LOVE YOU AND YOUR THE BEST PERSON ON THIS EARTH AND YOUR SO AWESOME AND COOL😍❤️❤️❤️💕💕😘😘🥰(plz lemme eat u out)

fan40: I WAS RIGHT AND U ALL SAID I WAS CRAZY

fan83: the fifth slide!!!!???

fan74: they’re actually so cute omg

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landonorris: it’s true, swear, scouts honor . Also me n her if we were in gta🤭

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Maxfewtrell:WAIT I JUST GOT THE SCOUTS HONOR LYRIC… GROSS

→ landonorris: sorry💁

→ y/ninstagram: sorry💁‍♀️

martingarrix: I will never be able to look either of y'all in the eye

→ y/ninstagram: sorry💁‍♀️

→ landonorris: sorry💁

Y/Instagram: i told you to make it sweet…

→landonorris: this IS sweet…like you😛

→y/Instagram: blocked and reported

fan57: 3RD SLIDE IS SO MOMMY🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Mclaren: hey can we maybe not

fan10: y/n plz I could treat you so much better

→landonorris: did you not listen to the song?

carlossainz: landos not so little anymore🥲

→y/Instagram: definitely not little

oscarpiastri: guys please tell them to stop making out in front of me I. AM. TIRED

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y/ninstagram: ESPRESSO SONG AND MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW!

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landonorris: you mountain dew it for me😻😻😻

landonorris: first

landonorris: most beautiful amazing gorgeous person on this earth🤭🤭

→y/ninstagram: 🤭🤭🤭 cmere🤭🤭🤭

→ landonorris: yes ma’am🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

fan45: not Lando being a simp on main

→landonorris: AND I WILL DO IT AGAIN

fan76: why does vroom vroom guy keep getting songs😔

→y/ninstagram: the d is fireeeeee

☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎

a/n2: sorry this took so long and was so short, collage is not for the weak and I've had tests all week

#everywherea11thetime #lando norris x reader #lando norris smau #f1 x reader #lando norris x you #ln4 x reader

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ouroborus-momento-mori · 2 years

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Authors note - wow! I’m so blown away by the interest in my fic. This is my first attempt at fan fiction and a reader insert so please be gentle. It’s starting off a little slow but I really had to build where the reader is at in her life before we can really dive in. It’ll pick up in the next chapter which should be out before Sunday. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

Corresponding Spotify: Destination Unknown

Link to AO3: Destination Unknown

Word count: 3,865

Find Chapter two - here.

Destination Unknown

Chapter One - The Long Drive

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In your defence, you never meant to stay on the East Coast for this long. It started with you wanting to make a name for yourself, to get out from underneath your father’s shadow.

Almost a decade ago you moved out to Washington D.C. to start your university education at Georgetown University. One Bachelor of Arts degree and a Masters of Museum Studies later, you had earned your current position as Assistant Curator for Contemporary Military Aviation History at the Smithsonian’s Air and Space Museum.

You had a little help along the way with your father being an Admiral, but most people in this city had at least a little nepotism to help get them where they are.

You had certainly worked for it too, sacrificing countless nights out on the town, friendships, hell even your last relationship or two. All because you were addicted to the drive to do better. Be better. To work with the best. To be the best. To have people know you because of what you’ve accomplished on your own.

Not because of the last name that was gifted to you in your very first hours of existing.

Kazansky.

Your whole life you’ve had to bear the heavy weight of your name, and all the expectations and assumptions that came with it. It was both a blessing and a grievance. You loved your family dearly, but with the weight of your fathers rank and reputation you had grown up feeling smothered by it.

Your whole adolescent life you had felt pressure to enlist and rise through the ranks like your father. Your whole life you had dozens of people reminding you of how alike the two of you were. But that wasn’t what you wanted. It had nearly torn you apart in your senior year, having applied to civilian universities and the Naval Academy with your childhood best friend Bradley.

Ultimately you chose to move across the country to study as a civilian. Washington D.C. was safe enough as it allowed for plenty of visits with your parents when your father was sent for meetings at the nearby Pentagon or the White House. It also allowed for your father to keep close tabs on you, having plenty of connections in the city.

It hurt beyond belief at first to be so far away. But it got better with time. Over the past decade you have successfully built yourself a life of your own. Now at 29 you had an outstanding career, several publications and accreditations to your name, a well loved (albeit small and very expensive) apartment, and a fluffy black cat by the name of Merlin.

A loud sound interrupted your train of thought.

It was like your heart was ripped out of your chest when you heard your phone ringing, the blaring of “Sweet Child O’ Mine” signalling that it was your mother calling. You had been pacing your apartment all morning waiting for this. With a deep soothing breath, you picked up the phone.

“Mom?”

You heard a watery sob. “Oh honey. It’s even worse than we thought.”

You struggled to hold back tears. “How long do they think we have left with him?”

“Dr. Thompson says six months at best.” She inhaled another breath, you could hear her trying to hold back her cries. “Your father and I had a talk last night. We really want you home sometime soon. Now preferably. We just want to hold you again, have a few months with the family all together again. You think you’ll be able to make it?”

You had known this was coming for a while now. This past Christmas your father had started to show some signs of his failing health. Coughing up blood. Trying to hide it. Blaming his hoarse throat on all the talking he does. Or that it was a simple head cold. After urging him to get tests done, you had to pack up and leave sunny California for the East Coast once again.

When you had returned in January you submitted an exhibition proposal to your Director, centering around wanting to tell the unheard stories of contemporary elite naval aviators and their amazing accomplishments. You mainly wanted something that would allow you to move back to the west coast for several months, so you could be close to your family without having to give up your career.

With a couple months worth of check ups and tests on your fathers end, and a series of tweaking and resubmitting proposals and outlines on your end - you finally got the stamp of approval. Not only were they letting you curate your first solo exhibition, but they were also giving you a grant so you could publish a book to correspond with it.

The project would allow you to spend several months with your family. Splitting your time between the nearby naval aviators school for research in their archives and the command bases surrounding town where your family still resides.

“Yes. I’ll be home soon. I just need to get things situated. One of my colleagues will sublease my apartment while I’m gone. I’m taking Merlin with me.” You sighed into the phone, gazing across the apartment.

Merlin was lounging outstretched in the sun, absentmindedly pushing your papers around on your desk. He mewled at you when he noticed your attention. He plopped down and subsequently started pawing at the cupboard where you kept his treats.

“Oh goody… I can’t wait to meet my only grand-fur baby. He looks so soft in all those photos you send of him. I think he would really help your father too. Might soothe him, you know? I think it would do him some good. Petting Merlin and all.” She was rambling. She did this when her anxiety was flaring up.

“Mom. Will you be okay until next week? I’m going to drive home, it would be easier to pack everything into the car.”

“Yes, just get here as soon as you can, okay? I- We need you… Your father needs you here. Just come home soon. We all miss you.”

“I love you, mom. Tell dad and the boys I love them too. I’ll text you when I leave here on Friday.” You took a shuddering breath. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too, honey. Your dad and your brothers do as well. You know that. We’ll see you soon.”

Immediately after your mother hung up you fired off a text to your two brothers, making sure they knew they could call or text you should they need any help. And to make sure they would take all the housework and cooking off your mom’s to do list. She had enough on her plate right now looking after your father.

You fired off a text to your father too, trying to express to him how much you loved him and how you were looking forward to seeing him and spending time with him.

***

You spent the next day packing everything into your old ‘69 baby blue Ford Bronco, a car you had fixed up in high school with your father, his friend (your would-be uncle, really) Pete, and your childhood friend Bradley.

You went into your office too, picking up some last minute essentials and saying farewells to your colleagues. You would be seeing a few of them in a few months when they flew out to collect the objects you’re going to be gathering for your exhibition.

Amelia, one of your best friends and colleagues, had agreed to sublease your apartment while you’re gone. She had recently broken off her engagement to her unfaithful fiancé. You gave her a more than fair price, and offered her the entire place to try to mend her broken heart.

You left a bouquet of flowers, several bottles of wine, a nice bottle of whiskey, an assortment of Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer, and your infamous collection of cheesy RomComs for her to revel with while you were away.

Looking around you tried to spot the little (large) fluff ball that lived (thought he owned) in your apartment with you.

“Pstpstpst… Merlin! Come here, you absolute rascal.” You scooped Merlin up, his black fur flying into the air. He was a massive cat, you were pretty certain he had Maine Coone genetics somewhere in him. You had named him after one of your father’s friends callsign.

Placing Merlin in his carrier and heading to your door, you took one last look around your apartment. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but this pit that resided in your stomach made you feel like this was the closing of a chapter for you. You shoved that thought away. No time to think of that now. Your family needed you.

***

You sent off a quick text to your mom, and just like that you were off on a cross country journey.

You silently thanked god your pay was decent, the sheer amount of gas you would need for this trip was stupidly astronomical.

With a few stops across the country to rest at pet friendly motels, you had finally made it to California in just under a week.

You decided to stop first at the US Navy’s Fighter Weapons School, Top Gun (as literally every naval aviator referred to it as in your youth), to drop off your research materials and hordes of guide and reference books.

Laughing gently, you couldn’t stop yourself from gazing at the school instead of the road ahead.

Holy shit, you thought. Where did the time go?

You had spent an absurd amount of time here as a kid growing up. You definitely didn’t have a normal childhood.

Pulling in, you started off loading everything you needed. Merlin started mewling from his carrier.

“You need the litter box, sweetheart? Just a moment, let mommy do this first.” You grumbled trying to haul everything you needed out. Getting frustrated with the weight of it all, you just dropped your boxes on the ground. Poor sweet little Merlin needed your attention. You hooked up his harness and his leash. Carrying him over to the surprisingly green grass next to the parking lot.

“Holy mother of god! Is that you, Kazansky?! The boss man told me you’d be making your way here again. Thought he was fibbing.”

Swirling around you had to lift your hand up to shield your eyes against the blinding sun.

“I really don’t think this is the best place to be letting your scruff-ball of a cat take a shit.” The blurry figure said.

Straining your eyes, you could just barely make out the face that was coming toward you. You could never forget that voice though, considering he was one of the pilots who practically raised you here on base.

“Solomon Bates. How’ve you been?” You couldn’t help the wide grin that stretched across your face. This was the first of many reunions you had to look forward to. Or in some (one) case, dread.

You rushed over, dragging Merlin behind you, to hug the man.

“I’ve been good, kid. Better now that you’re here. Your father has us all worried, not that you should ever tell him that. He’d whoop all our asses if he ever heard such a thing.” You both let out barking laughs. You were thankful for Warlock’s sense of humour.

“I know. Dad won’t let any of us worry over him. His pride is still just as strong as it was when he first started at this Academy, I’m sure of it.”

“Ahh you gotta give the man some credit. He didn’t get to where he is today without having a strong will and sense of who he is. His sense of pride has been well earned. You and your mother will have to use some of that charm you have, get him to rest and take it easy.”

You gave the man a small smile, “We’ll do our best, don't you worry about that.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Now,” He glared down at your cat, then swung his gaze over towards your Bronco. “I’m going to take a guess. You’re gonna need help with those boxes?”

“That would actually be amazing, Bates.” He laughed as he saw you let out a sigh, you let out a small chuckle too. It was a huge relief knowing you wouldn’t have to carry them all on your own.

You placed Merlin back in his carrier, rolling down the windows to let the wind run through the vehicle.

Bates helped you carry in the boxes leading you down the familiar halls you used to haunt as a kid.

You arrived at an all too familiar door. Your father’s old office, the one away from home and his previous office before his time at fleet command.

“You guys never gave this space to some other poor paper-pushing Admiral?” You had to admit, you were quite surprised. You used to spend time here as a kid reading or doodling. Your father would take you into work to hang out with the other naval aviators children.

The kids were almost always taken here when their fathers wanted to give their mothers a well earned break and they simultaneously needed to catch up on some paperwork or reading.

“Nah. Your dad’s always been welcome here, we never wanted him to leave in the first place. This complex has got so many rooms we figured we could leave this one be. Now it's yours for the next, what? Several months or so?”

“Give or take. Hopefully give. I don’t want to wish any time away.” You grimaced. That came out awkward. You still weren’t used to the impending, well… whatever would be coming down the line for you and your family.

“I know, kid. I know.” He nodded. “Now… time to let the old memories come alive, hey?” He flung open the door to your fathers old office and sauntered in.

You took a deep breath before following him in, your eyes scanning the room. Just like you remembered it. There was a grand oak desk to the far left with a leather executive chair at its helm. The rest of the room was occupied by dozens of photos from years long gone, grand bookshelves holding trophies, awards and books. There was also a long oval oak conference table, with several leather chairs seated. Everything was painted in dark moody tones, common to old officers clubs built during the Second World War.

When you were younger and first started getting into history and myths, you would often refer to your father as King (Admiral) Arthur and at his table would be the fabled knights (officers) of the round table.

You and Bates both dropped your boxes onto the large oval table. You would set up your work space at a later date.

You glanced at Bates as he meandered around the office to stop in front of your fathers old desk, picking up a photo that had a layer of dust. He wiped it off with his hand.

“You know… I can still remember this day like it was yesterday.” He hummed a smile, eyes twinkling at you.

You narrowed your eyes, having a sneaking suspicion at what photo he has taken up. You walked over and playfully snatched it out of his hands, glancing down at it for yourself.

Sure enough, you had guessed correctly. The photo was of a young freshman year pair, you and your old friend Bradley. You were both covered in silly string, laughing your asses off at the mess the two of you had caused.

Bates had been the man behind the camera that fateful day, and had taken glee in also capturing your frantic mother in the back of the photo. She had been desperate to clean you both up in time for the family photo, a yearly tradition the entire staff had at the weapons school here.

You smiled and took the photo over to the wall with dozens more, holding it up to the photo with dozens of figures all smiling and dressed in their Sunday best. If you looked closely enough, you could spot both you and Bradley in the front.

Both your white sundress and his white shirt had been stained from the silly string. Just above you was your father, your mother, Bradley’s mother, and your all but blood related uncle Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

They were all holding in a laugh at how the two of you looked, dishevelled and stained, even after both your mom’s had tried desperately to clean you up for the photo. Still to this day no one had any idea where the two of you had gotten the silly string. That was a secret you and Bradley had pinky sworn to never tell. You always kept your promises.

“You two used to have so much fun together.” Bates mused, smiling to himself, his eyes glazed over in memories.

“Whatever happened to your friendship? You two ever stay in touch after you, uh, picked up and left?” You snapped out of your smile, turning your eyes to look at him.

“That, uh, came out wrong. Sorry” Bates grimaced. No shit, Warlock you thought to yourself.

“We, um, lost touch with each other.” You tried to find a way to phrase it for him. “After he found out he had been rejected from the Naval Academy, I decided to forge my own path. The civilian route. So… I moved to Washington.”

You took a moment to collect your thoughts.

“Bradley… I think he took it hard. The Academy was the only thing he wanted to do after graduation. He didn’t have any other plans. He’s a smart guy, he had all the right grades. He had all the right extra curriculars. Hell, he even had the legacy with Goose being a graduate. It’s always been a mystery to everyone why he got rejected.”

You took a breath, glancing at Bates. He nodded with a soft smile, urging you to continue.

“We saw each other a few times after I left, but it was never, uh, really the same. I guess we just grew apart.” Your mouth twisted around the words awkwardly. You knew why it was never the same, not that you would ever tell Bates this.

How would you ever go about telling, well, anyone that you had hooked up with and lost your virginity to your childhood best friend the night before leaving for the other side of the country for four years? Four years that had now turned into ten.

“I tried to reach out to him after his mother had passed away. It was right when I was finishing my end of term exams… I wasn’t able to make it to the funeral. He never replied to any of my messages or the package and letter I sent him.” Bates was openly looking at you now, he had a neutral expression on his face. You could tell though, he was trying to get a read on what you were feeling.

“I, um. I took it to mean he probably didn’t want to hear from me. After a couple months of trying to reach out to him then, I haven’t spoken to him since. It’s been years now since I’ve seen or heard from him.” You glanced down at your hands, the photo still in them, picking at your nails to avoid his gaze.

“Do you miss him?” Your eyes immediately swung back up to meet his gaze. What?

“What?” You blurt out, having to take a moment to actually speak the phrase.

“Do you miss him? The two of you grew up together. All of us older folk thought your bond was unbreakable. Hell I mean…” He trailed off, glancing back to the photo now forgotten in your hand. He gently took the frame in his putting it on the table, facing the two of you. “To be honest most of us thought the two of you would be married by now, having popped out half a dozen kids.”

Your face was bright red. You felt like you might actually melt into the ground now at this very moment.

Thankfully, Bates let out a barking laugh and slapped the table. “Holy shit, Kazansky. I wish I had a mirror to show you your face right now.”

You laughed along with him, clearly embarrassed.

He took one last look at the old photo, grinning.

“I gotta get back to work now, it’s soon time to head off for the day. Louise is making some kind of stir fry for dinner. She’s on some kind of health kick or another. You’ll have to drop by sometime. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to see you again, and to hear all your sure-to-be swanky tales from the Capitol.” He smiled and nodded to you.

“Here’s the keys to the office. I hope you get at least a fraction of use out of this old office as your old Iceman did. I’m sure with the looks of those books you got there it won’t be an issue for you.” He turned as he was heading out the door, a devious smirk on his face.

“Oh, and don’t ever let me catch you allowing your cat take a shit on my perfect green grass again. Or else I’ll be calling over my favourite drill sergeant to get you to do an asinine amount of pushups, just like any other recruit here would.” He gave you a cheeky wink and then he was off on his way.

You playfully rolled your eyes at his back, your smile returning as you looked down.

You picked up the photo frame one more time, looking to the base of it. On the bottom in your father’s handwriting there was a small written inscription “The fox and her rooster.” You returned the photo to its proper home on your father’s old desk.

You took one last glance around the rooms before leaving and locking the door, heading for the outside once more.

Once arriving at your well loved Ford Bronco, you made sure to check up on Merlin once more. He was happily taking a nap in the warm sun, it was the end of February so the heat hadn’t really started yet.

You sighed as you got into the driver's seat, flipping on the AC and flipping through your CD collection to find what you were looking for. The downside of your vintage beauty was that there was no bluetooth or plug in for your phone. You didn’t mind it though. It added to its charm.

Windows rolled all the way down and your hair thrown up in a claw clip, you put your aviators back on shielding your eyes from the glare of the sun on the road. Popping in your Journeys Frontiers CD, belting your heart out to the music as you started down the drive to the place you once called home. A place where if you’re being honest, your heart still longed for.

I’ll be there soon.

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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Being that the official art for the "alternate form or pre-evo" of Terapagos is released, what do you think of the design overall?

(This is the last review request in the inbox currently! Feel free to send in Pokemon you'd be interested in getting reviewed; otherwise I might just randomly generate some.)

At the time of writing this, we're not actually even sure what this thing's name is, let alone what its relation to Terapagos is—pre-evo? 10% form? Some other third thing? My personal money's on pre-evo, but regardless of the exact details, we can tell this is a weaker version of the bigger tera turtle. And honestly? Not the biggest fan.

Let's start with the good things. I like that the shell on the back is a single hexagon (pentagon?); hearkens back to the crystal idea and works well with how Terapagos' shell has the same shape right in the middle. The purple limbs contrast well with the lighter blue accents, and it doesn't have the multi-colored type icons of Terapagos, allowing the red accents around the eyes and mouth to pop nicely.

However, there's just so much awkwardness here. The limbs are incredibly long and disproportionate to the body, looking more like a dog than any kind of turtle. Those rings around the neck and legs don't connect to Terapagos in any way, and they look really unpleasant and plastic-y in a way that doesn't work with the more angular look of the rest of the design. Same goes for the distracting set of diamonds coming off the head and the diamond on the the neck. It's like they didn't want to give it fur but needed to fill the space, so they just started adding Stuff(TM) at random.

So overall, this guy is just kind of okay. It's pretty cute and the basis of the design is strong enough in theme; if the extraneous details were cut down and the limbs were shortened, this could've worked pretty well. As-is, it's just kind of awkward.

#terapagos #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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forthlin · 12 days

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hiiii do you have any headcanons for three ball john?

YES finally someone asks about him!! he's honestly extremely underappreciated in fandom. i think the relationship between three ball john and paul would be so interesting and more tense than two ball john and paul. there's like a love triangle (pentagon?) going on i actually did fan art for this below

#asks #i am so sorry no one take this seriously. please look away #unreality #just to reassure you this is insanity

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pinktrashgoblin · 7 months

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“What are you?”

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Hope y��all are happy with this one bc I am! Nightmare fuel is always fun lmfao

next chapter is gonna be a BIG one so I hope you’re excited for that!

sorry for not keeping up with shapetober btw lol whoops

anyways I want to punt miso in the most loving way possible

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gddancefloor · 7 months

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□△— Paradise's Beloved Guardians —⬠◯

a stained glass mural I drew, inspired by Catholic murals in churches, portraying the Guardians at their youngest age ✨

ALRIGHT PHEW AFTER 4 HOURS OF WORK, HERE IT IS!! I am really proud of this actually. It's supposed to be a mural of what the Shapes thought the Guardians would look like/prior to their creation, think of them as these "magical, holy" children created with the power of the Tree of Life and sunlight loved by all of Paradise, if you will. This is actually what I wanted them to look like as really really little kids, since the designs y'all have seen have been them as teenagers, hence why Cyan's hair is long — she cut it when she was older.

For the "yin and yang" like thing at the bottom, that has something to do with my fanfiction, but it's exactly what it looks like: the force of both purity and corruption, portrayed in a way that pays homage to the philosophical concept of Yin and Yang, cuz they're opposites!! Woah!!!! No spoilers, but the Guardians have something to do with this.

I also didn't draw the sun's face because it looked really weird when I did, and I hope you can still see its clouds behind Cyan and Tria.

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!! Have a great day and God bless 🫡

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cobraonthecob · 2 years

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i’m rating the Chinese outfits bnha drew the characters in (because i’m half chinese so here’s my two cents), so strap in

disclaimer: these outfits are fine and are gorgeous. this is just how i personally see how well they fit the characters

edit: added a link to part 2 so i don’t have to scroll through my blog to re-read my review lol

(from reddit)

i’m going to start from left to right, descriptions will be added as i rate the outfits

Fumikage Tokoyami wears a dark purple/almost black outfit. I think it’s an outer coat or it could be a longer version of a changshan, i’m not entirely sure what it is. The borders are silver and work really well as an accent color to the overall plain outfit (there are no patterns) and the red frog clasps really pop well (and work well with his red chokers. 1000000/10 outfit, good use of color and fits well with the character. i’d wear it

Momo Yaoyorozu wears a red sleeveless qipao, and the skirt ends about halfway down her thighs(?). She also wears red high heels and in this, is holding two red fans. The qipao has golden flower designs and the edges are gold, with black frog clasps. The collar is also a more modern style, it makes a sort of a pentagon down the neck and ends just above where her collarbone is. It’s a nice outfit, but I don’t think the gold was a good choice to go with this particular shade of red. I also personally think that the skirt should be longer (partially bc momo gets sexualized so many times already) simply because I think it’d look better and not make her legs so long (and if her footwear is going to be pump heels [?], then there’s a lot of exposed skin that’s just. why). 6/10, it’s a nice qipao, just the gold doesn’t work with the shade of red for me and they really should’ve given her boots

Eijirou Kirishima is in just black pants with a red sash wrapping around his waist. He’s also wearing black slip-on sneakers and white socks. It works as a Eijirou outfit and the color distribution is nice, I suppose. 8/10, looks plain and kind of boring.

Katsuki Bakugo is wearing what I want to describe as a typical martial arts outfit that’s in all orange, with a black belt, white and black leg wraps, and black slip-on sneakers. Surprisingly for me, the all-orange outfit works really well, and the black and white is done well. However, it goes against Katsuki’s already-established aesthetic of all-dark clothes with bright-colored accents, so it’s a good outfit overall, just not one I’d’ve put Katsuki in. 8/10, good outfit, just not Bakugo’s style

Mashirao Ojiro is in a light grey typical martial arts outfit, but it’s hard to tell since he’s in a dynamic pose that mostly just shows his legs and blocks my view of the rest of the outfit. It works for him, but now I’m just itching to put him in something more eye-catching than a remixed version of his Hero costume. 5/10, works for him, just boring.

Tsuyu Asui is dresed like a jiangshi. I want to know the reasoning why they put her in that and not in a qipao like they did for the other three girls featured (Momo, Ochako, and Kyouka are all in qipao), so add Tsuyu’s qipao to the list of WiPs I have going on. 8/10, it’s fine for an outfit and it’s cute, but in the spirit of all the other girls getting qipao, she should as well.

Minoru Mineta is wearing a yellow and Bruce Lee jumpsuit and frankly? this is an insult to Bruce Lee’s legacy. No rating, I don’t want to look longer than I have to.

Shouta Aizawa is wearing a medium grey outfit similar to Fumikage, with silver cuffs and white socks in black slip-on sneakers. So of course, he looks really good, though I’d argue that his outfit is a bit too light for his usual style, but I guess they didn’t want his costume to be in the same range as Fumikage, so they put him in a lighter grey. 100/10, good outfit, just a little lighter than usual.

i know that there are other characters to do, but i’ll break up the posts for my sanity lol

#nightfalcon posts #bnha #boku no hero academia #fumikage tokoyami #momo yaoyorozu #eijiro kirishima #katsuki bakugo #mashirao ojiro #tsuyu asui #shota aizawa

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pokewatcher20 · 2 years

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I’ve gotten many requests to post more of my Hermiitopia playthrough, and I’m here to finally deliver it!

Under cut, because WOW this is long.

First and foremost: This is my main team! I feel like it’s pretty easy to tell who they are, but I’ll go over it just in case

- Main character: Joe Hills (kind popstar, temporarily was a cat and chef)

- Cleo (stubborn cleric [something about the undead bringing the dead back to life])

- Welsknight (cautious warrior, mostly based on fan art than the actual skin, looks weird without the armor)

- Etho (cool rogue, probably one of my favorites in this run because of so many in-character moments)

- Grian (energetic imp [this was the only class with wings and the mischievous abilities fit really well])

- Mumbo (cautious scientist, intended to be vampire eventually. Fun fact: I had to manually connect his mustache with a small square)

- Scar (airheaded mage, comes with the added bonus of being able to make him an elf in the postgame)

- Pearl (energetic flower, fit really well with her “weird” vibes she’s trying to go with)

- Tango (kind tank, originally going to be chef cause “cooking with fire” parallels but decided tank was best to fit his redstone abilities)

- Zedaph (laid-back scientist [self-explanatory])

- Horse: Pizza (couldn’t think of any important horses at the time so went with my favorite pet)

Evil X was the Dark Lord, meaning I just had to make Xisuma the Great Sage. The parallels write themselves, baybee! (And I’ll say it again, it is so hard to make a helmet design. Pentagon mouths my beloved)

I made the Genie Cub because of his fondness for mischief, which accidentally led to probably the most canon thing in the entire playthrough. I had forgotten about this enemy until that moment.

The Fab Fairies were a bit tricky in deciding who should play them, but eventually I went with the Swamp Girls from Season 8! Stress is the oldest, Gem is the middle, and False is the youngest. The personalities don’t fit perfectly, especially in False’s case, but I decided the order based off of hair color!

And now, some of my favorite moments in the run!

My main team riding Dominic the dragon

Whatever this is

The classic case of Mumbo infodumping

And the hotdog glitch captured live!

I hope you got some sort of weird enjoyment out of this. Here’s my access key so you can grab Princess Bdubs for yourself!

It’s got every active Hermit! Some designed better than others, of course. Keep in mind that Miis like Welsknight and Hypno were designed to have specific classes assigned to them, like Warrior and Theif respectively.

If anyone wants to know specific details about certain characters, like design choices or relationships, feel free to send an ask! Thanks for the support on the Bdubs video, I’m glad you all found it as funny as I did.

(Forgot to clarify, but access to the Miis is limited. If you can’t access the Miis, let me know and I can pay for another month of online so you can grab them!)

#mcyt #hermitcraft #miitopia #hermiitopia #there’s no way i’m tagging every hermit mentioned here #the miitopia tag

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we-survive-endlessly · 9 months

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Bias Tag Game

Tagged by: @sunminshine 💚💚💚

Rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

Tagging (I’ve been kinda absent so I have no idea who has done this already): @apencilandpen @foxpuppylove @jinhogwarts @ambivartence @sunmisbf @dkbtho @seunghyubtual @dakbees @labradorite-princess and anyone else that wants to! If you’ve already done it please tag me so I can see!

Bias List:

Taemin (SHINee)

Taeyong (NCT)

Hongjoong (Ateez)

Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Hui (Pentagon)

Dann (Kingdom)

D1 (DKB)

Heejae (Sevenus)

Soobin (TXT)

Jun (Seventeen)

Questions and answers below!

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Hui! Pentagon was a group that I found very early on. My sister actually told me about them when she heard I got into kpop. I guess someone in one of her college art classes did a project based on them. Well I watched the Basquiat video and then Hui talking about writing the song and it was over for me.

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

I love Dann, but I think we all know that the answer is Taeyong 😂 he’s my cancer sun, pisces rising, back problems having buddy and he’s very very special to me.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

Oh my GOD this is so hard cuz like if I hung out with Taemin we would play with his cats and maybe sing and play piano together, but if I hung out with Hongjoong we could write and record songs together and do arts and crafts 😭

I feel like I’d be SLIGHTLY less nervous/intimidated to hang out with Hongjoong just because I’m a little older than him and he just seems so smol, but Taemin is Taemin so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

I am a BIG Soobin dimples fan. I mean look at him 😭

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

I started learning more about Kingdom’s personalities recently, and I love how Dann is like, a little weird (the spam/bam obsession? Adorable) and is very obviously the bullied but loved leader. One of my absolute favorite things tho is that he seems like he’s ready to fight his members at any given moment. Like all the clips I’ve seen are the members (mostly Louis?) teasing him and he just goes “Cut the cameras” and then the cameras cut with him mid swing 😂

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

Oh Heejae, I feel like I have so many things I’d want to say but trying to put them all into words is hard. I’d tell him how proud I am of him for not giving up. That he’s worked so hard and done well and deserves all of the good and success that’s coming his way now. That it’s okay that he was afraid to sing when he was in Masc, but he needs to know that he was so talented then and he’s only grown and developed that talent into something even more incredible. That he’s wonderfully weird and that just seeing his beautiful smile brightens my day. I’d want to thank him for giving me strength and inspiration to not give up on the things I care about and the dreams I have.

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Both! I love edgy, plays with gender fashion, but also I love comfy clothes. Sorry Taeyong, I will not be borrowing any of your giant shoes tho 😅

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

Hmmm idk about a new style, but I’d love to see Hongjoong continue wearing more alternative/edgy and androgynous fashion like in his Numb cover video. Yeah, give me Grungejoong or Punkjoong any day of the week.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Lmao I’m closest to Bang Chan, but I’m 5’6, Bang Chan is 5’7, and Hui is 5’8 so there’s not that big of a difference!

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

Oh gosh TXT and Seventeen… how the hell am I supposed to choose? I haven’t heard full discographies for either, but I really love what I’ve heard from them. Technically I’ve like more Seventeen songs on Spotify (though that could be because I’ve heard more of their music), but TXT ended up on my top songs for the first half of 2023 list. They’re both too good!

#I realize I didn’t actually answer number 3 #or number 10 #and I don’t care #this was so much fun omg #I love love love questions like these #so y’all are ALWAYS welcome to tag me in stuff like this #simba🦁🧡#Rae’s recreation

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