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hatkuu · 5 months

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how to kiss - a tutorial

written for the wonderful @dellphie!! sorry this took so long ////

m! kylar x gen! reader, straight up fluff ^^

summary: ever since you first kissed kylar, he's only gotten worse at it. you're sick of him being a horrible kisser. so you decide to teach him how.

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"Ow!"

Kylar's kissing ability was appalling.

Either too much tongue, teeth or lip - never the perfect amount of each. It—no— he was taking a toll on your mouth, and it was beginning to show; puffy lips, constantly reddened from overuse, and ugh - Kylar somehow managed to suck all of the moisture out of them, too.

And of course, he was passionate, overbearingly so.

"J-Just let me try again! I'll do it g-good this time!"

You playfully scowl at Kylar, huffing while slathering a heavy layer of chapstick on your lips. You massage the chapstick between your lips, pressing them into a thin line while you stare, blank-faced at Kylar. He pouts back at you, pleading with those horribly persuasive, constant puppy-dog-eyes. They crinkle at the edges from the remnants of a smile, and the coniving little mouse doesn't even try to hide it. Still glistening with your saliva, Kylar's faux pout falters and morphs into a cheeky smile - a smile rarely seen by anyone but yourself. He guides your hand holding the chapstick away from your face, slotting his lips just above your own, close enough that you can feel his breath against the tingling, reddened flesh.

"Pleaaase?"

He never does it good any time.

"Fine—"

Before you can say anything else, Kylar's lips are mashed against your own. His tongue dipping in and out of your mouth in an uncoordinated, sloppy fashion. You splutter against him, pulling away and shoving him backward—away from your face. Kylar whines, leaning forward to recover the loss but you tut at him, placing a palm against the bottom half of his face.

Kylar's hands instinctively reach upward to pull your hand from his face, but they abruptly stop mid-air as he gauges your expression.

You aren't happy with him. You dropped your chapstick as soon as Kylar's teeth clacked against your own. Now, the chapstick has rolled across the room, far out of reach.

Kylar, muffled by your palm, voices his concerns.

"What?"

You glower at him, clearly annoyed.

"We kiss on my terms this time, okay?" You wipe the remnants of Kylar's tongue from your chin, face scrunching up as gossamer strings form between the back of your palm and lips. "I'll teach you the right way to kiss so I don't have to use this crap constantly." You say, pointing at the chapstick rollibg across the floor. He relaxes against your palm, eyes crinkling in a wordless smile. You can see his thought process; and before Kylar can begin licking at your palm you snatch it away with a disgusted scowl. "Don't be gross."

"...Now, sit still."

Kylar breathes shakily, leaning back and sitting motionlessly, hands firmly gripping the duvet on his single-sized mattress. Dark, split-end hair splays over his face, messy and still slightly damp from the bath you had coaxed him into taking earlier. His lips are just as swollen as your own, tinged red from his overzealous kissing. He shakily smiles at you. You return it with just as much earnest.

"Okay, so..." You trail off, cupping Kylar's cheek with one hand and holding his waist firmly with the other. "Hand positioning is very important." Kylar audibly shudders at your touch, a choked, embarrassed sound slipping from his lips even though the two of you have been together for so long. Long enough that Kylar shouldn't still blush and stutter when ever you look his way, but time doesn't stop his shyness. It probably never will.

"See? Doesn't it feel nice?"

Kylar nods, swallowing hard and tilting his head to fall deeper into your warm palm. The blackout curtains in Kylar's room leave no hints of natural light in the room. The artificial light of the six monitors on the opposite side of the room reflects his frightened eyes, the green flecks within them becoming more noticable than ever. You stare impulsively, committing them to memory as Kylar blushes a deep red, lips parted slightly as he gapes at you in shock.

Your lips break out into an affectionate, patient smile, waiting calmly until Kylar's rigid posture and shocked expression melts into comfort.

"Now do it to me."

Kylar shakily places his hands on your waist, his fingers digging into the plush flesh curiously. You can tell he's impatient. He's so close to you. So close. And all he can do is place his hands on your waist—which is nice—but he wants to feel you under your clothes, wants to touch the places that make you squirm and writhe against him and kiss you like he's supposed to—

"Kylar?" You ask, cutely tilting your head at him when you notice the far-off look in his eyes. "Your hands are really stiff, you have to loosen up! It'll feel better, promise!"

"O-Okay," He says, averting his eyes, trying his best to relax. You are his future spouse, after all. It's fine. He'll teach you things too, eventually. "I-Is this better?" He asks, hands still slightly twitching against you. His shoulders rest low now, rather than sitting high up like a scared cat's back. You smile, tracing a thumb across Kylar's cheek.

"It's better. We can move on now."

You lean forward and press a soft kiss to the corner of Kylar's lips. He sighs impatiently, lips morphing into an honest pout.

"Foreplay is very important, Kylar."

Your once still hands begin petting Kylar. He melts against you, whining loudly, unashamed of each wailed sound. A slur of begging and pleading follows, along with a noticable bulge forming behind his crossed legs. You continue your ministrations, smiling through each peck you place everywhere but his lips.

Foreplay? He thought that was only a sex thing— has he been doing this wrong the whole time? If anything, this is more teasing than foreplay. It's horrible. "W-What are you d-doing, my love?" Kylar fusses against each kiss, squirming against each soft pet you place. "Y-You're teasing me, a-and—"

"Foreplay can be words, or touches, anything that isn't kissing, Kylar."

Kylar doesn't like it. This 'foreplay'. It feels like an extension of teasing. Something cruel that you've decided to make up because you don't like his kisses.

"You're perfect, Kylar... So good to me and I'm so lucky to have you."

"H-Huh? N-No, y-you're the perfect one a-and—"

You giggle softly at his stuttering, continually mumbling praises until Kylar is fighting his most primal urges to not kiss you back.

"P-Please!"

"Shh, I haven't even showed you how to kiss yet!"

Kylar doesn't think he'll survive.

"When you kiss, you have to be passionate - you don't have to worry about that part though," Kylar beams at you, a heavy blush still starkly coating his cheeks.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah, but there's other parts to kissing too."

You take your hands off of Kylar, waving them around for emphasis.

"You have to be gradual with it - you can't just shove your tongue into my mouth unannounced! And you can't just bite me out of nowhere, either!"

"O-Oh..."

"Here, I'll show you."

You carefully tilt your head until your lips slot against Kylar's. They buzz from the contact, still sensitive from Kylar's past assault. Lips melting together like butter on a hot plate, bonded together until they would eventually solidify. You could taste the overwhelming sweetness of an off-brand energy drink on his tongue and lips, sweet and lemony sour. You smile into the kiss, tongue hesitantly parting Kylar's lips for entry. You're patient. Gentle. Loving.

Kylar sighs into the kiss, lazily kissing back, careful not to intrude on your demonstration. He wants to be eager. Wants to swallow your saliva and push his own into your mouth. But he doesn't.

You quickly nip Kylar's bottom lip when you pull away, cheekily smiling as he gapes at you, pressing two fingers to the graze. His face breaks out into a smile, eyes crinkling in delight as you unknowingly stake your claim on him.

Kylar stares at you, pleading. Yearning.

"Can I— Can I please k-kiss you now?"

"Okay... But remember what I taught you—"

You pause, looking at Kylar expectantly before you continue.

"—Slowly, okay?"

Kylar nods, eager to show you what he's learnt.

He falls forward into your lap, one hand cupped around the plump of your cheek, the other holding your waist. Just like you showed him. While his grip is a little tighter than it should be, it's nice. A soothing, grounding sort of feeling you'd never get from anyone else. A stark change from Kylar's usual needy tugging and snatching. His lips lazily drag across your face, leaving a snail-trail of saliva wherever his tongue traces. You squeak at the feeling, flinching back as Kylar quite literally licks your face. He hums softly, continuing his version of 'foreplay' until your squirming and whining from the grossness of it all.

He is slow. And he's doing everything but assaulting your lips, so you can't be upset with him. Kylar briefly meets your eyes. You can feel the longing within them. But it's gone quickly. Fleeting fast enough that you barely even see it. He leans close to the corner of your jaw, puffing warm air against the sensitive hairs on your neck. They tingle with each breath, goosebumps forming in anticipation.

"L-Love you so much," He mumbles hot against the shell of your ear. "So much." He pauses, pressing a soft peck just behind your ear before continuing his loving rambles, travelling down to your upper chest. "I-I won't— I won't let anyone else ever touch you l-like this," Kylar peers up at you from under your chin, green eyes being the only visible feature of his face.

"I-It's reserved for me, o-okay?"

You weakly nod, leaning into each peck he presses against your collarbones, reaching a hand to pet and scritch at the crown of his head as he kisses your body.

He quickly ends the foreplay just as soon, eager to taste your lips again.

"Only me," He mutters, slotting his lips against your own, pressing your bodies as close together as possible. The chapped texture of Kylar's lips is completely overshadowed by the gentle, fleeting presses placed against your moisturised lips. Each exhale through his nose is felt against your cupid's bow. His hands timidly pet at your body, trying to recreate a far-cry copy of what you did to him. He parts from you for a moment. "You taste so good, m-my love."

You giggle, slotting your lips back against his own, parting them just enough for Kylar to realise that you're giving him permission. He immediately thrusts his tongue into your mouth, exploring and licking at the pink flesh of your gums. He obnoxiously swallows as you squeak in surprise at the sudden entry. A muffled whine of his name slips out amidst the struggle, but Kylar, too engrossed in the delectable taste of your mouth, doesn't even flinch.

His kissing ability is far from perfect.

A bit gross, even.

But it's fine.

You're sure Kylar won't argue against you offering any further kissing lessons.

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #hatkuuasks #kylar x reader #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar #degrees of lewdity #whoo boy. its DONE. never ask me for fluff again guys it KIIIILLLSS me.#thank gosh its DONE #never ever ask for fluffy stuff like this again waaaah #kuuskylarposting

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intotheelliwoods · 1 year

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They are on a mission :) Should note: this takes place about 3ish days after the invasion! They have just gone far enough out to reach places that were not effected by the Kraang!

Also no Leo does not have the prosthetic on- he just stuffed the sleeve there with shirts

This is part 1! Part 2 can be found here~

Context, and more comics can be found on my blog!

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applecranberryjuice · 7 months

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My pookie blorbo babygirl crazzzzy girl dinner girlfailiure of a girlfriend

#uhhh #hi #ninjago #lloyd ninjago #just putting those two down i am not tagging this properly #its october 2 #which means its been almost a year since o last posted my art #which is wild.#and deppresing #so to show i do draw #even if i dont post #my boy #maybe ill post again this year #no inktober though i am done there #uhhhh wip?#wip #never yo be ip wip #yeah

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sirensea14 · 2 months

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Sleep well...

Inspired by this shot👇👇👇

Screenshot from: 'Sleep well' by CG5 (official mv from Mob Entertainment)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #sirensea #fanart #smiling critters #catnap #dogday #kickin chicken #craftycorn #hoppy hopscotch #bubba bubbaphant #bobby bearhug #picky piggy #“sleep well” by cg5 #edit: its been a while since ive done lineart-less fanarts #and i specifically did that back then in 2022 when my interest in poppy playtime actually pushed me to make fanarts of the game #tho the previous artworks are now lost in the void....never to be found again...

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starry-bi-sky · 2 months

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I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is a clone #its a combination 'oh my god i've been cloned too i know how violating that feels holy fuck' empathy and also the horror of finding out tha #the things you knew about yourself that you thought were unchanging was all WRONG.#its the fact that tragedy is always one step away from comedy. they're twins for a reason. the humor of finding out you're a clone through #a silly school project and the *horror* of finding out you're a clone from a silly school project instead of a proper conversation #danny goes into his room after he's done talking to his parents and he vomits into the garbage can under his desk. utterly horrified #and he calls sam and tucker crying. it shouldn't change anything he knows this and yet it changes EVERYTHING. he doesn't feel like himself #he doesnt feel like himself any*more.* this might be cause for him to do a closet overhaul. something to make himself feel like he's #in control of himself again. piercings. temporary hair dye. *something* to feel like he's in control.#its no wonder why he never wants to tell bruce wayne he exists because he *knows* how violating that feels and he's *afraid.*#it makes him takinh in damian a little more remarkable bc it undoubtedly made #his identity issues worse. but thats a child and a child who needs help and danny is *kind*

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ohitslen · 9 months

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Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

#Vash just had his Ego moment #preparing food and eating together is a love language I can’t even begin to describe #and I mean eat EAT. like sitting down and enjoying the food to its fullest THAT kind of eat #delusional hours always open and it’s usually at it’s worst at the most questionable #time of the day ey aha HAHANEBWNNE #domestic Vashwood is my own personal absolutely peak favorite flavor of it as in any other thing ever #I said it earlier but I’ll say it again. domesticity and sharing simple moments are what makes life worth living #these two guys I bet rarely ever get to enjoy moments like these to their fullest so I’m doing this in honor of them never catching a break #this is special and this Vash is the cutest thing I’ve ever done #kinda wanna make him my pfp he’s so #AAAAAAA IM GOING INSANE IQNENW UEUJEHE #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #vash #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #vashwood #trigun maximun #trigun fanfiction #trigun fic #lenssi writes #lenssi draws #I wanted to see this so bad and then I was like oh wait I can just do it myself. like every time I draw or write abt them LMAOOOO

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theshiningdiamond · 2 months

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(claps) alright, finally got to finish off this which i started back in January! Definitely one of the more fun animatics I've done with UTMV personalities!

Personalities based on original AUS and @seirindono's The Missing Scarf comic(you should totally read it!). Their character Mel joins all the boys at the game table

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brainworms-all-night-long · 4 months

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Me when I see my son doing the thing again

#sonic prime #WOHOO ITS DONE #i ish proud of it immensly :]#look at me I drew that!!!#yea!!!#cant tell if it looks wonky because Ive been working on it for a week or becase some lines are genuienly off #but I dont care abt that rn #also what is that a BACKROUND???#yes. yes it is #mu computer probably wants to deepfry my hand in its processor becase it almost crashed on me when blurring it #his ass was not happy with doing big brushstrokes #than again he was never so who care #im getting a new and hopefully better pc in five days so he(my current pc) better enjoy his existance while it lasts #miles nine prower #nine the fox #me does arts #mah art #actually finished doodl #sonic prime season 3

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sholmeser · 7 months

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the crime scene photo for gregorys death is just so chilling to me because its such a stark contrast to everything else we get in aa1. we witness cindy and mia’s deaths in full color, almost like we’re watching a movie. jack hammer’s death doesn’t quite look real; the expression on his face is quite unnerving, but the impact of it goes away when you notice his costume and how the unrealistic piercing wound in his chest just makes him look hollow inside. it’s leaning more towards what you visualize when you think of a murder scene, but falls short because of the stylization applied.

and i think this was deliberate because when you get to turnabout goodbyes and you see this photo. man. it hits. the way gregory’s eyes are hidden from view. the way he’s slumped over. the way we can’t quite see the wound but blood soaks his entire chest. how the illustration is framed, him in the corner, almost like an afterthought. the way he’s presented as such a normal person, looking just like any other businessman you could run into on the street. it rips ace attorney away from its largely-unbelievable themes—spirit mediums, three-day-long trials, witnesses whose last names are puns—and sends it hurtling back into our world. it’s just so striking and sticks with you for so long after you finish turnabout goodbyes

#cannot believe they pulled out such a good fucking case in he FIRST GAME #its been almost four years since ive played it??? in early 2020???? hello????????#only other time i went through it was when i forced my parents to play the trilogy lol #i really have to again. some day. when im done with soj i will #that shit was crazy i will never ever get my OH MY GOD….IT WAS VON KARMA?!/!/!/! moment back #gregory edgeworth #ace attorney #myne

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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year

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i am definitely the only person who cares about this but I was re-reading parts of Sea of Monsters (irrelevent as to why) and. in the chariot race. well, a.) The Ares cabin has skeleton horses. where did they get skeleton horses? and then, actually more confusingly, b.) almost all the other chariots besides Hephaestus cabin (they have automatons) have normal horses. not pegasi. Percy actually specifically identifies the Apollo chariot’s horses by breed which is very funny to me because Of Course He Would but like. We never see CHB have normal horses at any other point in time? Where did they get the horses?

#pjo #percy jackson #riordanverse #chb #Camp Half-Blood #camp halfblood #WHERE DID THESE RANDOM NORMAL HORSES COME FROM #and what happened to them??? we never see them again?#did they just like. borrow the horses from some place nearby or something #which just kind of raises further questions of if they did why are these horses trained to pull chariots #actually just in general how are these horses trained to pull chariots even if they are from chb #cause they hadnt done chariot races in ages and so presumably there was no reason for them to train them to do that again #it was just kind of a spontaneous decision thing and its not like Percy had to talk all the horses into participating or anything #because he was kind of busy at that point #though arguably that'd be so much funnier cause then the other cabins could try to blame their losses on Percy #by insisting that he *bribed their horses*#i have more notes about random details from sea of monsters that i will get into later someone remind me #im gonna queue this so just whenever this posts someone poke me or something

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suicide cw

look i have been in this area before mentally. it sucks and i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. but, and this is going to sound callous, but i don’t feel any sympathy for james somerton. even if i hope he’s like. not dead. But thats all the amount of goodwill im willing to give him. The more i think about this really, the more angry i am.

ngl this entire situation is another example of how white people weaponize their mental illness to avoid consequences. Im seeing it in real time.

this man has a continuous habit of using self-harm as a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. in both of his apologies, he has worded his supposed attempts in ways that were clearly meant to guilt people who displayed his plagiarism and overall horrendous history of racism and misogyny. i say supposed because, while i’m not saying those are lies and this would he such a fucked up thing to lie about that i don’t want to think he has, unfortunately, it’s been proven again and again that his word can’t be trusted, as he’s known to lie to try get out of consequences. Hes a proven liar. him lying about this is actually the best case scenario, because no one should go through this entire situation, wouldnt wish this on anyone, but you can only do this so often before people stop sympathizing with you. is this callous? Yeah, but like. I’m actually fucking angry he cant straight up take no as an answer. that this is how he reacts realizing he cant be one of the Cool Kidz™️ on youtube anymore. he acts like he DESERVES a career, like its not a privilege hes lost due to his own actions.

He lied about apologizing and forgiving people, he lied about giving the money to hbomberguy to give to ppl he ripped off (yknow, instead of doing it himself), he lied about the jessie gender situation and rewrote the narrative to make it so he isnt the bad guy, and hes the victim all along actually!

you can’t tell me that supposed last message of his isn’t meant to be a 13 reasons why esq attempt to deflect the blame “look i’m going to kill myself and it’s all YOUR PEOPLES FAULT for not letting me achieve my DREAM of being filmmaker IN PEACE!!! I just wanted Nick’s (the guy who I have thrown under the bus again and again) portfolio up!! Im just being a good friend dont you all FEEL BAD” he refuses to take ANY ACCOUNTABILITY of any of his actions and he IS STILL trying to shove the blame over to other people again.

it’s also pretty ironic people are like “uhhh well hbomber’s fans harassed him!!!” like hbomber outright told people NOT to HARASS JAMES!!! ALSO acting as if james doesn’t have a very real documented history of STRAIGHT UP sending his fans to harass and threaten smaller creators, more notably women, trans, and bipoc creators. especially after he’s stolen typically very personal anecdotes so he could profit from them. so why can he do it but the second people are like “hey this guys an actual piece of shit.” and he can’t handle it suddenly people are trying to white knight his shit? like no he doesn’t get that. he doesn’t get that at all just because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions.

what? were supposed to stay quiet about a man profiting off of other minorities because he wanted to be the spokesman for all gay people? people tried to solve this on a smaller, more private scales for YEARS and he kept doing it. it was clear that the giant public video was the ONLY way to get people to notice. HE WOULDVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH STEALING 87 FUCKING THOUSANDS WORTH OF DOLLARS. HE CANT HANDLE THE FACT HE CANT GET AWAY WITH IT.

am i supposed to feel bad for the guy who basically threatened a trans woman with the police? i don’t care what anyone says, it’s so fucking obvious that he threatened jessie by implying he was getting the police involved in their conflict. what am i supposed to act like that didn’t happen? are we supposed to pretend like he didn’t glorify nazi’s and outright said that gay people made up a good chunk of the nazis? That he didnt say america joined ww2 bc they were jealous of the NAZIS. WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO FUCKING SAY THAT. but then? He gives women (not even women most of the time, he misgenders nonbinary ppl constantly) shit for writing mlm. are we supposed to act like he doesn’t straight-up sees himself superior and better than people of color and steals their works to put himself on a pedestal? Are we supposed to act like he didnt spit on our elders by saying “only the boring gays survived aids” like man! Fuck you! He BLANTANTLY MAKES UP HISTORY TO PUT HIMSELF ON A PEDESTAL!! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO REWRITE LGBT HISTORY TO SUIT HIS FUCKED UP NARRATIVES!

yes this sucks ! no one deserves this but no one should be making him a martyr. Thats what he fucking WANTS! He wants to be immortalized as a victim!! (again, supposedly, it was reported hes alive but its not confirmed).

The shit he got isnt near the amount of fucking callous behavior hes done again and again. Again, to drill this point, EVEN IF HE DIDNT CALL THE POLICE HE THREATENED A TRANS WOMAN INTO THINKING HE DID!!! The fact he tried to use a head injury to justify years of the outright ghoulish shit fucking astounds me. Why the fuck did anyone in his life thought it was a good idea to let him TRY to come back. in the end, he had options. he didn’t need to try to make a comeback. HE DIDNT NEED TO FUCKING LIE OR IGNORE THE SHIT HE WAS CALLED OUT ON the reality is, he wanted to come back thinking he could shove it under the rug, was told that no dude, you’re not allowed to be a youtuber anymore. you’re done. you need to move on and went full nuclear. it’s not on anyone’s hands but his own. HES BEEN DOING THIS TO HIMSELF!! But nah man we cant call his shit out bc hell may or may not kill himself. Fuck the other minorities who have the same issues but worse and sometimes BECAUSE of him. This is going to SUCKKKK so bad when other ppl, specifically white gays, are going to weaponize this shit to get away with their stuff.

#warning: do not read this post if you want me to be nice to james somerton. i am extremely mean in this post.#before anyone accuses me of shit i legit never contacted him myself or anyone involved. i am someone who witnessed this behavior repeatedly #again. i hope hes alive and well. the fact is him lying about this WOULD BE THE IDEAL SITUATION. BC NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH THAT. but.#he HAS to forever be the victim in his eyes. attempting doesnt automatically mean youre free of sin.#its just terrible to see that regardless whether or not he did do it #its very clear his attempts to run away from his consequences are working on some people #we need to acknowledge that if your shitty ex friend can weaponize a threat to kill themselves #so can this internet person after being called out for horrendous shit #like what was the alterative? what were people supposed to fucking do? be nice about it?#yeah as if poc and trans women arent historically given shit for being 'too mean' about wanting justice.#this isnt just the plagiarism this is the fact a white dude has been parading himself as THE speaker for the gays(tm) but has been using hi #gayness to shield himself from his misogyny racism transphobia and antisemitism #its very clear regardless this means that ppl r going to side with him and then give him benefit of doubt #if you cant handle the heat stay out of the fucking kitchen dude. this is the consequences of your fucking actions.#hes a disgusting person who cant handle being told no so hes going to drag everyone down with him #like. idk this entire situation is frustrating to me.#its also frustrating ppl trying to be moral abt it like 'see! i knew this was bad all along!' no you didnt. shut it.#for the record im like mainly talking abt twit watching those spineless uwu cutesy ppl basically saying hes done noting wrong #oh and also alt righters who are clearly weaponinizing this where u know they wouldnt give a shit if a right ytber did this.#james somerton #idk might delete this later its just. ugh...

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