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pluto-sims · 2 years

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Colour Of Magic - A First Fits Kit Recolour

It's??? Finally done???? Someone pinch me.....ANYWAY buckle up for one hell of a long post lmao. If you don't want to read the whole thing, the TLDR of it all is: every single item from the First Fits Kit, recoloured with a BUNCH of different swatches including solids, mix-and-match patterns, and hand-drawn graphics (inspired by the copious amounts of clothes I buy my nephews) - and it's all base game compatible. Very colourful, very bright, and hopefully, very fun! Hopefully this will make the tragically beige-reality of the actual kit become little more than a bad, bland dream.

All joking aside, this was actually really fun - if not slightly stressful - to do, and I'm actually pretty pleased with it. I love all things colourful and quirky, so was a bit disappointed by the very muted swatches for this kit. I really hope some of you like it! Oh, and it's called Colour of Magic for no reason other than the fact I'm rereading the Discworld novels at the moment asdfghjhgfdsa. ANYWAY details, previews and downloads under the cut!

@maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds @mmfinds @maxismatch @mmoutfitters

What's Included

ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP - please note that every item is BGC, enabled for both frames, disabled for random, and has a custom CAS thumbnail. Sorry I haven't done a preview for every swatch, but uh, there's 742 in total so uh. yeah!

Backpack Jumper

32 total swatches (6 solid colour, 15 patterns, 11 graphics).

Baggy Joggers

42 total swatches (25 solid, 17 patterned)

Boots

22 total swatches (12 solid, 10 patterned)

Fluffy Coat

21 total swatches (6 solid, 15 patterned)

Hat

34 total swatches (25 solid, 9 patterned)

Hooded Jacket

34 total swatches (16 solid, 18 patterned)

Joggers

53 swatches (36 solid, 17 patterned)

Layered Dress

45 swatches (all patterned)

Layered Hoodie

41 swatches (22 solid, 19 patterned)

Overshirt

26 swatches (11 solid, 25 patterned)

Puffer Vest

41 swatches (24 solid, 17 patterned)

Quilted Joggers

41 swatches (28 solid, 13 patterned)

Shades

45 swatches (all solid but with three different lens colours for each swatch)

Shorts

48 swatches (30 solid, 18 patterned)

Sports Jacket

42 swatches (25 solid, 17 patterned)

Sweatshirt

28 swatches (15 graphics, 13 patterned)

Tall Socks

28 swatches (5 solid, 8 odd solids, 7 patterned, 7 odd patterned)

Tank Top

38 swatches (22 solid, 16 patterned)

Tights

19 swatches (all solid)

Trainers

16 swatches (all solid)

Tucked Shirt

20 swatches (5 patterned, 3 solid, 12 graphics - some have graphics on the front and back)

Twisty Jumper

42 swatches (24 solid, 18 patterned)

Watch

14 swatches (all solid)

Zipped Jacket

32 swatches (18 solid, 14 patterned)

Sorry for the uncreative names for these pieces...i truly have no creativity left in my bones lmao. ANYWAY this was a super indulgent CC project for me but I really hope some of you might like it too - I worked pretty darn hard on it, had a lot of fun (when I wasn't cursing photoshop), and I'm pretty pleased with some of the results!

As always, please let me know if there's any issues at all, and otherwise, I hope you enjoy! There is a merged package file but please be aware that it is beefy.

Download: Curseforge │ Patreon (both 100% free for everyone)

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moremaybank · 8 months

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YOUR EYES OPEN — j.m

day six childhood friends to lovers with jj maybank

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you and jj visit a fortune teller for a laugh at the first annual obx carnival, but her predictions end up coming true. (loosely inspired by all american 3x07)

warnings jj licking your fingers in a non-sexual way (lmao), pretty sure that's it. just hella fluff with bestie!jj

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

“For a moment your eyes open and you know.” - Keane

You plucked a tuft of pink cotton candy from the cone in your hand. “Last piece. You want it?”

“Hell yeah. Give it to me.” JJ grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it toward his face so he could eat it. He goofily licked your fingertips to get rid of the stickiness, and your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Ew, J. You actually have no boundaries.” You wiped the residue of his saliva on his shirt.

“We’ve been best friends since we were nine. What boundaries do we have left?”

Truthfully, you couldn’t argue with that. You and JJ had seen it all together. You’d been as vulnerable and open as two people could get with each other. You shouldn’t have been shocked by his…gross action. The man passed all kinds of gas around you twenty-four-seven. He’d eaten foods far past their expiry dates. You’d seen him drink spoiled milk on a dare (though you can’t say he wouldn’t have done it if he wasn’t dared to).

That’s not to say you two weren’t good for each other, because you undoubtedly were. JJ’s wild spirit helped you break out of your shell. He pushed you to try new things, push your boundaries, and make you see that you had all this untapped power inside you. You didn’t think he could surprise you any further, but he still managed to every day, even now in your twenties.

On his side of things, your calming presence grounded him. It provided him with the safety and the domestic feeling he’d longed for while living his life with Luke Maybank as his father. No matter how chaotic things became, all he had to do was take one look at you, and his mind calmed. You, even as a child, gave him a comfort he never knew he needed until he had it in the palm of his hand.

“I guess that’s true. You’re still gross though.”

He winked at you with a cheeky grin. “You love it.”

The sun began to dip below the horizon, and the warm hues of pink, orange and yellow painted the sky as the two of you made your way through the colourful maze of booths and rides. Laughter and music filled the air, and your mouths watered at the sweet smells of funnel cakes and caramel apples.

Your eyes wandered over all the activities surrounding you, and one specific booth caught your eye. You tugged on JJ’s arm. “J, look!”

His eyes followed your pointed finger to a quaint, candlelit tent a little ways from where you both stood. He squinted, trying to focus on the large lettering of the sign above the booth. “Madame Zara’s Mystical Fortunes. Are you for real?”

He couldn’t deny that it piqued his interest at least a little bit, but he also wasn’t sure about wasting ten bucks on words of ‘wisdom’ that you could easily get out of a fortune cookie.

“Why not? It’s all in good fun anyway.”

“Y/N/N, I can give you a fortune right now for free. Watch this.” JJ stood, raising his index fingers to his temples and closing his eyes. His voice picked up a spooky tone. “I predict that we’re going to go on the tilt-a-whirl in the next thirty seconds.”

His eyes open, and he points to the ride right next to you, clasping a hand over his heart with a shocked look on his face. “Oh my god, look! The tilt-a-whirl! I was right!”

You rolled your eyes at his mockery but still let out a laugh. “Come on. Do it for me?”

JJ looked into your pleading eyes and your jutted-out bottom lip, and felt himself starting to crack. He’d always had a soft spot for you. How could he deny your wishes when you looked at him like that?

He let out a large sigh. “Fine. But we’re hitting the tilt-a-whirl as soon as we’re done. And I don’t want any complaints about how fast I spin us.”

“Deal.”

You stepped into the dimly lit tent, where an older woman with piercing eyes welcomed you. “Welcome, young ones. I sense that you seek answers.”

You and JJ exchanged amused glances as you spoke. “Sure. Why not?”

She gestured for you to sit across from her at a small table, covered in a rich, purple velvet cloth. She took your right hand and JJ’s left, closing her eyes as her fingers traced invisible patterns on your palms.

“There’s an abundance of energy between you two,” she began in a hushed tone. “This night you embark upon…it’ll offer you both clarity, unlocking secrets hidden in the depths of your hearts.”

JJ laughed softly as a smirk took over his features. “Clarity, huh?”

You kicked his leg under the table, trying not to laugh. Madame Zara continued, though, unfazed by your shared skepticism.

“Remember, clarity often reveals truths you’ve chosen to ignore.”

You thanked the fortune teller and exited the tent. “That was…something.”

“It was a load of bull,” JJ laughed. “I mean, clarity? Clarity about what?”

“Who knows,” you replied. “Alright, we can go on your beloved tilt-a-whirl now.” JJ grinned at that, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to the ride.

You two spent the evening going on every ride you could manage and indulging in all the sweets you came across. You’d be sick to your stomachs by the night’s end, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to care.

The night wore on, and you found yourselves atop the ferris wheel, overlooking the brightly lit carnival below you. The twinkling stars above you seemed to be in perfect alignment. JJ had grown eerily quiet, which was odd for him, seeing as he was always bouncing off the walls with an energy you couldn’t quite comprehend.

You turned to look at him, planning to break the silence, when you caught his heated gaze. Your brows furrowed. “What’s that look for?”

He licked his lips, turning his body toward you slightly. “Nothin’, I was just thinkin’ that psychic lady was right.”

“Right about what?” You asked. All of a sudden, things had turned serious, which was rare for you two. Everything about your friendship was fun and lighthearted, but it didn’t feel that way anymore. At least, not at that moment.

“About me needing clarity. Y/N, we’ve been best friends for so long. I mean, we’ve been through everything together. But sometimes…sometimes it feels like there’s somethin’ more. Somethin’ we both kinda deny.”

Your eyes searched his for an understanding. “What are you saying, J?”

“I think— Nah, I know. You’re my world. You make everything better, make everything brighter. I love you, pretty girl. I’m in love with you.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. Suddenly, the fortune teller’s prediction didn’t seem so foolish or ridiculous. In that moment, that same clarity JJ felt washed over you. The lightbulb switched on inside your head. You realized that you weren’t just in love with the idea of your friendship; you were in love with him.

“I’m in love with you too, J,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hand found his, and your fingers intertwined. He smiled at you brighter than he ever had, and his eyes sparkled as the moonlight bounced off of them.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“You definitely should.”

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cellophaine · 1 year

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Could I get a matt Murdock with an s/o with anxiety? And I don’t mean that sit com tv anxiety where they pretend to scream and get “panicked” ?. I’m talking about The one where your body get suddenly really cold then really hot, and you feel like your body is made of air? I get bad anxiety like that and i often lie on the floor to cool down and to feel better.

I feel like with his hightend senses he can tell when there anxiety gets high before them, just a simple “hay you would lie on the floor, your anxiety is going up” and it just becomes normal? And at home he just kinda lies on the floor with you/ sometimes lieing on top of you (mind out of the gutter!!) and having a funny YouTube video play when it happens?

Peace of Mine

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Warning: Anxiety, fluff.

Author's Note: I wrote this with some of my own experience. I hope that's okay! I didn't mean to make your request so long (just about 1.5k words, but still), and Matt only comes in in the last half, but I hope you'll enjoy the fic! Also, what are the chances that I got anxiety while editing this piece lmao 🥲

Share and feedback are welcomed!

What a perfect day it could have been.

A day off spent at your own pace. Bookshops, cafes, record stores and the farmer's market were all within reasonable walking distance from Matt's place. Spring was approaching, but the air was still cold as if the winter was trying to sweat out its last shivers before the sun was warm enough to chase the chills away. On your shoulder was a jute bag halfway filled with fresh produce as you gradually checked off your list.

You stopped at a fruit stall; the crisp scent of apple rose above all else. The woman behind the table gave you a warm smile, nodding at you. You smiled in return before directing your attention to the fruits. Your eyes roamed over the colourful display, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the ample array. You took an apple in your hand, turning it over and studying its pattern with a forced intensity. Your stomach stirred slightly, and you brushed it off, thinking it was from your breakfast earlier. It took a long moment before you realized you only stared blankly at the apple; your attention slipped over its shiny, reddish skin, taking nothing in even as your fingers nudged against the soft spot that almost cried out in its sour juice.

Your stomach churned again in warning, gradually tying itself in knots as if to brace for what was coming. You felt unsteady on your own feet even as you were rooted to the spot with your head dipped low in an attempt to make the surroundings stop moving. Your body turned cold at the early signs of an anxiety attack that could blow up if you didn't get it under control soon enough.

You took a shuddering breath, doing your best to act normal. Your body grew hot out of the blue as if it tried to flush the cold out. Your mind was stuck in a messy loop, worrying that someone could see through you all the while you tried to compose yourself. Your stomach twisted, your heart raced, and you drew into yourself as if it could stop the pain from digging at you. The familiar and unwelcomed sensation extended throughout your body, manifested in goosebumps along the skin of your arms. You dared a glance at the woman behind the stall, who gave you a look of apprehension. In your distressed mind, it was a look of disdain as if you were an inconvenience by just standing there, being obstructive. It was then that all hell broke loose.

Anxiety unfurled like a flood, sweeping over everything you tried to prevent it from worsening within a heartbeat. You were overwhelmed by different sensations and thoughts as they fed one another in a delirious high despite your best effort to sort and make sense of them. You whispered a small 'sorry', placing the apple back on the pile before walking away, your hands clenched and unclenched at your sides. You wove your way out of the crowd, whispering 'sorry' repeatedly at the briefest contact with people around you; your anxiety worsens, twisting your inside. You broke out in a slick sweat, and your body burned up even more as the embarrassment of freaking out in public quickly soaked in.

You walked faster once you got to the main street, almost broke into a run; your head worked in tandem with your pace as you tried to regain control of the situation. But it was like quicksand. The more you tried, the harder it was for you to steer yourself away from going deeper down the spiral. Your head hurt, your palms were clammy, and your entire body felt uncomfortable, as if your skin was only an intolerable costume.

Your lips parted as you took in huge gulps of cold air, passing familiar scenes that brought you so much joy just a few hours before until you saw a familiar sight. Matt's apartment. You took the flight upstairs two steps at a time until you reached his door. You rifled through the bag, pushing at the heads of green onion, the bundle of parsley, the blunt bodies of carrots and other things to find the key to his apartment. Unlocked, then locked again once you were inside. You put the keys on the table in the hallway and hung your coat up; only then did you see the dark crescent marks on your palms. If Matt was with you, he would slot his hands into yours so you wouldn't hurt yourself. But he couldn't be with you all the time.

Confronted with the familiarity of Matt's apartment, with the lack of strangers, your brain had almost nothing to overthink and grapple with, and the churn in your stomach relented. You poured yourself a glass of water and paid no mind to the droplets spilled on your cheeks as you downed the glass in one go. You put a hand over your heart, feeling its rhythm slow as you took several deep breaths. You looked at your watch to see that Matt should be back soon. So you rolled up your sleeves and got to work.

Your mind tuned out, allowing your body to go into autopilot as you prepared a dish you had made many times before without the items you missed. You thought about what happened earlier and repeatedly told yourself you were overreacting. Everything was fine. You had no reason to get nervous or freak out about it. But why did everything feel so terribly wrong? Was it the watchful eyes of the woman? The curious looks from bypassers directed right at you because you appeared flustered? Because you looked wrong and out of place by simply being there? You felt like everything was spiralling out of your reach. You felt the familiar stir in your stomach, the prickly heat ghosted over your skin, and you didn't want to give in to that for the second time that day.

You were carried away, so lost in your thoughts that you barely registered the soft click at the front door and the unmistakable sound of Matt's footsteps on the hardwood floor. Your lips curved into a small smile as you heard him putting his bag on the dining table, finally breaking into a soft laugh when his arms winded around your torso, enveloping you in a hug from behind. He placed a kiss on your temple before resting his chin on your shoulder, his hands splayed on either side of you as if he needed to feel as much of you as possible. You relaxed in his embrace, feeling better already.

"Hi."

His deep voice smoothed at your earlobe, drawing a breathless sigh from you.

"Hi."

"That smells delicious. How was your day?"

You thought of the answer before giving him a half-truth and halfhearted response.

"It was fine."

Matt stilled with a brief pause of realization before leaning forward into the peripheral of your vision. You avoided looking at him, removing yourself from him and picking up the spatula.

"Is everything okay?"

You responded with a noncommital hum and poured all your attention into the cooked vegetable as if it was the most important thing at that moment. Matt placed a hand on your shoulder blade, urging you to stop and look at him.

"Come with me."

You shook your head.

"I'm cooking. I don't want the food to burn."

With a swift movement, Matt reached over and turned the stove off, coaxing you to leave the spatula and the sizzling pot alone. You reluctantly obliged.

"Matt, I'm okay."

"Please, sweetheart."

His pleading tone softened your resolve, and you let him lead you to the living room. He lowered himself to the floor and beckoned you to join him. You sat beside him before fully reclining with a small distance in between. The coolness of the hardwood floor soothed your nerves. You closed your eye and took a moment to truly assess yourself. The residue of your anxiety was still there, tethering at the edge, waiting for the right moment to strike again. You squeezed your hand subconsciously and felt Matt's own holding you tenderly. The pads of his fingers settled over the crescent marks, caressing them. You smiled at his gentleness and pulled his arm to drape over your midriff. He understood your need, closing the distance between you by his elbow before slowly dropping his weight onto you. You felt the slow ease of his weight on you, anchoring you to the comfort of him like an anvil. His legs are on either side of you, caging you in, the hard floor dug into your back, yet you felt the furthest from being trapped. Instead, you felt grounded and present in the moment with him. The natural scent of his enveloped you, and you couldn't help but nose at his skin, taking a deep breath. Your overthinking ceased, allowing the memories of the anxiety break to stay in the past. Matt nuzzled his stubbled jaw into your cheek, pressing a kiss there before whispering.

"Do you want to listen to anything?"

You quickly shook your head.

"I'm okay. Just need you."

Content with your answer, he settled in more, his arms slightly raised, watchful of his weight on your body. You felt every breath, every deep sigh he took as your own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat on your chest. You stayed like that in the quietude of his apartment, basking in his presence, feeling anxiety retreating from the shore of your consciousness slowly.

*Likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!*

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kimtaegis · 4 months

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gifmaker / cc wrapped ✦ every month of 2023

thank you so much to my favourites @raplinenthusiasts, @jkvjimin, @starcatching, @cordiallyfuturedwight, @sevencoloredstar, @rjshope, @hyunsung, @loversmore & @ye-xiu for wanting me to look back at my creations from last year, I love you!!

January 🌙 most popular: fluffy haired jungkook comp 🤍 my favourite: jimin x satellite gfx for my sweet mona; one of my most favourite things I've ever created, actually! I love how the textures turned out, and how I visualised the lyrics

February 🌙 most popular: yoongi-centric ot7 comp (😔😔😔) 🤍 my favourite: gradient taekook comp; the PLANNING that went into this agdhhj I was super proud of how this looked in the end! plus I love making gifts for others <3

March 🌙 most popular: yoongi's signature smirk comp 🤍 my favourite: jimin FACE gfx; I don't even know what had gotten into me, I made that so comparably fast?? I was just obsessed with the water theme and the new effects I used - the fact that I made a moving water reflection? hell yeah

April 🌙 most popular: Road to D-Day comp (my most popular from this whole year, actually) 🤍 my favourite: gradient jimin FACE era comp; probably my favourite set from this whole year, I'm beyond proud of how this looks, so vibrant and prettyyy lmao also Jimin and FACE were definitely the highlight of my year, I was so happy while making this)

May 🌙 most popular: jinminkook comp 🤍 my favourite: I love all three comps I made that month, but I think it's still gonna be awi's birthday jimin gfx, simply because I love her so much and the middle panel had my back in PAIN lmao, I love animating doodles even if it's a lot of work

June 🌙 most popular: the tannies being bad at sports comp 🤍 my favourite: they connect to 7G comp; unfortunately I had no ideas for a festa post this year, but I still made these two sets to celebrate them a little bit. I just love comps that have me smiling the whole time while making them!

July 🌙 most popular: jctpmwsmlastilmmtu pt. 1 (mimi series) 🤍 my favourite: yeah it's this one too :((( I love jimin so much y'all and that comp series is so self-indulgent and comforting and healing it literally. makes. me. tear. up. just look at him oh my god

August 🌙 most popular: jungkook for calvin klein 🤍 my favourite: yoongi's final concert; broke my heart into a million pieces, but his smiles glued it somewhat back together. I will forever be sad and miserable about this tour so let's not talk about it

September 🌙 most popular: jctpmwsmlastilmmtu pt. 2 (mimi series) 🤍 my favourite: ...yeah that one again :( but I also made so many nice taehyung layover gifs <33

October 🌙 most popular: the tannies sweeping yoongi off his feet comp, but the threemin suchwita comp literally just has one note less lol 🤍 my favourite: that one's tough... it was mimi month and so much good stuff got released + vicnic... ah I'll just go with blond jimin in his fluffy green sweater 💚

November 🌙 most popular: my sweet boiled dumpling pouty yoongi :((( 🤍 my favourite: the sweet boiled dumpling running excitingly; it was missing yoongi and the tannies month (still ongoing)

December 🌙 most popular: jimin backstage in his purple Filter outfit (while y'all saw the gender demon I saw my slayful colouring...and the gender demon) 🤍 my favourite: moon/ the astronaut seokjin gfx for my love kayla; it was nice to make an edit without time pressure for once, and I love the references I put in, also the colours and textures!

I'm tagging @avizou, @agustd3, @magicshop, @dasisugarun, @jung-koook, @jinstronaut and @taetheists, have fun!! 🤍

#tag game #*gifs #t'was a good year! so many comps lol #am also pretty happy with my more graphic-y creations #the jimin gif's colouring looks so different on mobile? I don't get it

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beastabyss666 · 1 year

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Here ya go.

https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/134770451/#134770956

You’ll have to read through the thread.

OH MAAAAAN-

I've already seen this thread and......Yeah, Viv's workers don't like her at all for sure lmao-

So, it comes out that the leaks we got several months ago were true....And Adam(HH angel guy) was true as well. I was quite sure in that because his design is so Vivziepopish, you know. One colour that is smeared all over the character, eyes without pupils, simple but overdetailed look, thin limbs. He looks so stereotypically angelic with this long robe, wings, halo and golden colour, but at the same time not. Why do angels have horns and why does he have sharp teeth? Why is he a rock star(isn't rock Satan's music, lol)? I don't know. But his design is just rough-and-ready. No effort. That's just a total ass, I'm sorry.

Continuing about the leaks, there are also dozens of dialogue pages and I've barely digested them. I have no idea who wrote that disaster, maybe it's Vivzie herself, anyway these third-rate writers shouldn't, just SHOULD NOT touch the script. Those are just identical lines with filthy language everywhere, incredibly flat "jokes" and overall strange words? Idk, this just seems unnatural. And the worst is that you couldn't understand who says what. All characters in HH are from absolutely different time periods, yet still sound the same and curse a lot. Hell, even Alastor uses foul language though he's supposed to be so rinky-dink. Also, I saw a leak with 3 pieces of storyboards for 6 and 12 episodes of Helluva Boss and I have nothing to say about it. I mean, I knew that this series is gonna be a soppy melodrama with Stolas pity party. This is just super predictable. I think I'm losing interest in these two shows.

By the way, seems like the exterminator angels' names refer to female genitalia. Yes, all exterminator angels are women for some reason. And they have names like Clitorissa, Labyanne, Pusscilla etc. Congratulations, Viv, that's a peak of humour.

#reply #ask #for my followers #anti vivziepop #spindlehorse critical #vivziepop critical #anti helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss salt #anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique

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astolfofo · 7 months

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POSTING UNFINISHED SHIT PART 2.

For context; this is a part of a Yandere Ango fic that I was gonna write, but I didn't finish. Why? Because shit happened lmao. Basically the AU is based on the theory of Fyodor needing to destroy Yokohama for the book. And he did. All ability users lost their abilities, and many of them died. Ango, being one of the few that survived the incident. So yokohama is now a barren wasteland.

TW: nothing much actually, there's kind of implied survivor's guilt, implied mental torture if you squint.

You used to be able to use your ability, as naturally as someone was able to raise their arm. You felt like it was a piece of you, almost like an arm or a limb that a part of your body. Almost like it was a fundamental part of your being. And if it was lost, you’d never be the same.

Yet that limb was amputated. And you were so blissfully unaware and clueless, you felt nothing as it was served off your body, that you had only realized now, what had happened since then. The pieces of the puzzle completely lined together now that you thought about it, and you felt… so stupid, for not realizing this sooner.

Your mind seemingly clicked everything together now, as you sat, held captive against your own will, inside this… prison, or so it seemed. The walls were completely white, the tables were white, it almost looked like one of those interrogation rooms criminals were held in to be tourtured in, with the straight jackets and all. But for you, it wasn’t like that. You were half bare. Only wearing a t-shirt, and shorts, that were completely white, matching the colour of this room. Your body was freezing, and you felt as if you were going mad. Hell, you couldn’t even stand, since your ankle was tied to the chair with a handcuff. You had lost track of the time you had been here, and you… you didn’t really want to know how long you were here for. It wasn’t of your best interest to know you had been left here to rot for an indefinete amout of time.

For times like these, it was better to let your mind sink into its own thoughts, and make up its own imaginations of why you were here. You thought about everything that had happened up until this point. Your childhood, your university life, your job. You shuddered at the thought. It was obviously your job that had landed you here, wasn’t it? A signed discreet contract that often required you to risk your entire life and credit, for a lackluster pay. And when you were assigned to go to Yokohama, you thought it would be an easy job: it was simply to spy on the government and take as much data, through any means as you could. Especially on the gifted of this state. You didn’t expect it, one day to end like this: imprisoned, and most likely being sentenced to a near lifelong sentence. It didn’t take much to figure out who had eveutnally caught you, and put you here too.

Ango Sakaguchi. The government worker you had the misfortune of… engaging with. It was true, you had lied about everything you did to him, and it wasn’t like he had a track record of you either, since you weren’t even from Japan. You were from the west, with a completely dataless profile, and no identity whatsoever. All your passports, name, social security number, profession, were all fake. They were made up. And indeed, you felt extreme amounts of guilt manipulating, and using Ango to get the data you needed. After all, you were aware of how much he truly loved you.

And you were never able to love him back.

You shook your head. No, you didn’t have a choice. It was your job. It was against the very nature of that job to develop emotional attachments to rival nations, otherwise you would never be able to be successful. But still, it didn’t mean that you weren’t allowed to feel guilt for everything you had ever done to Ango, who was truly convinced that you loved him too. You shuddered to imagine his very reaction, when you scrawled out that very half-assed letter, and left your engagement ring on top of the counter, explaining the truth: well, it was the least he deserved, after everything you had ever done to him. And the guilt that gnawed, it consumed you alive, the entire time while you boarded the taxi, and went on the plane to go back home. Obviously, you were aware you would always be punished for pulling something like that, but you never expected it to happen in this way.

And at one point you managed to forget this too. You were expected to be excessively cruel, merciless, and as ruthless needed. However much, however much violence it took to get the job. However many people you needed to hurt in the process, it didn’t matter. But you didn’t want that. You were only ruthless as you needed to be.

You shifted your position again, resting your head on your arms, and stare at the wall. “I’m a terrible person, aren’t I?” you mutter. “I’m sorry, Ango. I…” you break off. It was pointless, no words could ever fix the damage that had been done. The least you could hope was that Ango was more slack with your punishment. Not that that was going to happen. You’d expect him to go harder on you if anything. He didn’t really seem like the forgiving or forgetting type.

Your voice echoes around the room, followed by radio silence. You sigh. It’s not like you were expecting anything anyways. Maybe you were just going insane as well, with the lack of sensory stimulation. Maybe you were just caving to… whatever this was.

Oh well, whatever. You think to yourself. It’s not like I was expecting anything to happen. If I still had my ability, I would have left here a long time ago. Oh wait… that’s right. Abilities don’t exist anymore.

Shortly after you left, Yokohama was destroyed, along with the majority of ability users inside of that city. A few days followed by that, all abilities perished, if not the user itself. You weren’t exactly sure how these two events were connected, but there was definitely a relationship, given that the majority of the gifted population resided in Yokohama. It was more populated with gifted, more than any other location in the west. Nowadays, the city stands as a ghost town that was only once was filled with life. From what you had heard, something similar to a nuclear bomb had been detonated, and the city crumbled.

And you were shocked when you heard the news. It wasn’t anything new that Yokohama was famous for the number of gifted users present, at least from what you heard, but to think that… something unknown destroyed some of the most powerful and intelligent people in the world scared you. You needed to know what it was.

And curiosity got the best of you. You quit your job, and booked the next flight to Japan. Indeed, you were painstakingly aware about the fact this event had happened several years ago, and it was only disclosed to you now but… you didn’t care. You needed to go back there. Maybe it was out of guilt, maybe it was just your sick fascination with the place you had ended up developing a connection in. You weren’t sure what it was, but the urge to go see the aftermath was stronger than anything you had known.

You had managed to get into the area with ease, there was little to no security. You wonder if doing this was a bad idea. Well, besides trespassing property, you didn’t know what caused the explosion. It geninuely looked like the remains of a nuclear wasteland. That was alarming to say the least.

But you weren’t here to truly explore. You wanted to go to one place in particular: the place where you had first met Ango. Maybe part of you was hoping you’d find him there too, but you know that wasn’t likely. Nigh impossible.

You walked past the familiar streets, that were somehow engrained into your memory at this point, despite the missing street signs and broken buildings, and you finally reached the office. The government office. The place where you first met Ango.

You were hesitant. You wanted to go inside the building, but you also didn’t really want to do that. It was one of the remaining intact buildings despite the broken windows and paling bricks. You push the door open. It’s empty.

You feel scared. You’re not sure why. Almost if you’re not alone, and you shouldn’t be here. But that was just your brain trying to reason with your conscience… right? You didn’t want to believe otherwise.

You keep going. There’s nothing good that will come from going to the end of the hall, on the ground floor. There’s nothing good that will come out of walking up those stairs to go to Ango’s room. But you can’t help yourself. You never were. In the moments after you left, you wondered what Ango felt. Betrayal? Rage? Disappointment? You can’t say for sure, you were never there.

You reach the desginated floor, and turn left again, exiting the staircase. It’s so empty here. The last time you were here, it was filled with people, constant phones ringing, and the sound of the printer going. Now, it’s just eerie. The large glass panel still stands, letting light in, and the hallway remains intact with most of the inside of the building being preserved. But it’s empty. It’s not the same anymore.

And it’s never gonna be filled with people anymore.

Why was that so disappointing to realize? You wonder to yourself. Did you really miss this place that much? What was there even to long for? You always told yourself that you never truly loved ango, and it was solely for the purpose of your job that you married him, but were you wrong?

Indeed, ango did treat you like a human being, a lot more than many people could say as they did to you. But you can’t have fallen in love that easily. You’re better than that. Plus, for all you know Ango may have lied to you as well. Not just in one way.

You walked towards the other end of the hall, cloudy daylight filled both ends of the hallway, making whatever predicament you were in more gloomy than needed. Your shoes echo in the hallway, despite the floor being carpeted.

It doesn’t matter why you wanted to come here anyways, you think to yourself. You’ll just say a proper apology and goodbye, and leave again. It’s not like Ango’s here anymore. For all you know, he might be dead, given he is an ability user himself.

Just put it to an end, you tell yourself. Put it in the past, and move on. That’s all you can do now. It can’t be helped. It’s a gone situation. You’re alone. And it’ll always be that way.

You open the door to his office, one last time. You tell yourself it’s okay. You tell yourself that you need to forgive yourself even if he doesn’t forgive you. You know he’s also guilty of betrayal, he’s mentioned it before. Yet it should be proper courtesy to apologize and say goodbye like this. Even if it wasn’t to him in person, it was a gesture.

#yandere ango x reader #yandere ango #ango sakaguchi #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #ango x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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emiken-070907 · 11 months

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in celebration of the Shroud parents' official appearance, here are some Isle of Woe headcanons I've had since 2020 lmao general/geographical: - the Isle of Woe is somewhere under the ground, not in the ocean, but under the ground; like a forgotten city beneath the earth -> S.T.Y.X. HQ is a separate location!!! only a few know of it, the workers there usually are from families who have worked under S.T.Y.X for generations - it is surrounded by water, meaning you have to take the ferry to get from the mainland of the isle to smaller parts of it. Ferrymen are like chauffeurs to them :D - due to it being underground, no sunlight ever reaches the Isle -> Natives are very pale, even slightly greyish, and used to very low temperatures (yes, Idia has a rough time during summer). They also have wider pupils to catch as much light as possible to see, like night active animals!!! :D

- the Isle is divided into three parts: 1. "Asphodel", the mainland of the Isle where all people live 2. "Elysium", the only place where plants can be grown and cultivated, thus is primarily used for agriculture 3. "Tartarus", where the mines are located- no, it's not actual hell for the workers the noble in charge of it thought it sounded cool and to complete the trilogy yknow ->The Isle trades internationally with gems and jewellery, which is what they are mostly known for :D culture: - the Isle's people live in a democracy (this will be an entirely separate post if people are interested in it god lord all mighty) - the people have a horrible sense of time, as there are no indicators (e.g. the sun) - people aren't used to loud noises or very colourful things; the Isle is a very quiet place, so people are raised with said peace and quiet. Sudden loud noises/bright lights are what essentially is walking into a big city for the first time as a kid who's been raised in a village (just worse :]) - animals do not really live there (the land is unable to naturally carry plants and fruits, except one part of the Isle) -> Only pets are animals that live there (or animals used for e.g. agriculture) -> Many people do not know what animals look like IRL. They have seen pictures on the internet or in books, but have ever seen? Nope - electronic lanterns are scattered over the Isle to illuminate the paths. why old-fashioned lanterns? they look cool that's why Extra: - the Shrouds mansion is on one of the smaller, separate parts ("small" since it is still gigantic)- pretty much all of the noble estates are on separate pieces of land - the Isle is the connection between the real Underworld and the living world. If you go to the isle's shores, you will see the souls of the dead waiting to be picked up -> You cannot get close to them due to a magic barrier. You will also not see them being picked up. They will just fade out of place - The clothes worn are duller in colour the older the person is Children: light colours (e.g. light blue) Adults: rich colours (e.g. red); the colours of choice change into a paler version the older the person gets Elder people: variants of grey -> The only exception to that are the noble houses!! while still following these rules, they normally always have one piece of clothing with great vibrancy as a symbol of wealth, as rich dyed fabric was quite expensive -> The clothes elders die in are also often the gowns they are buried in (efficiency :))

Those are far from all, but a few!! If people are interested in it, I'll make some posts explaining things in greater detail >:D For those who care or are curious- this entire thing I also have for the Queendom of Roses, sO-

#* slaps these bad boys * There is so much more :Dc #I plan on making either a document or a google slides show lmao #I have entire Shroud lore #I have entire fan designs for the Shround parents and lore!!!#and my own hcs really saved me from canon crushing those designs huh #how the democracy's council is made and the houses that are part of it #yes there is a council #yes there are other noble houses aside from the Shrouds #twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs

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ayz0 · 2 years

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So earlier you mentioned in your explanation post for the argument, that Moon is like an upgraded model of Sun? Can I ask what's different?

sure! there's a few things i've thought of :) a lot of it i've seen in fics and such so some stuff is common headcanon stuff. fairly subtle differences all-around. shout out to Twins Moon for the lighter-weight bit. I like it :)

biggest difference is probably that Moon's optics have built-in nightvision (active when eyes are red) and thermal imaging (same tech as Roxy's eyes. active when eyes are black w/ red pupils) modes, explaining why he's able to find you no matter where you're trying to hide. When I colour his eyes plain white it means he's not using either mode and just has regular vision like Sun!

being made with the extra duty of security in mind, he also has access to live camera feeds! he can't re-watch feed recordings though. has to manually access a computer terminal for that. Moon also has a greater grip strength than Sun, also for security duties in mind.

he is eeeever so slightly shorter than Sun (solely because i think its cute)

Moon was built with much more light-weight materials! mainly because i wanted to draw him sleeping on top of my y/n without crushing them LOL but anyway that is the reason Sun absolutely bulldozed Moon in this video. he's much heavier. and is jealous that he can't be held the same way by hooman buddy :'(

The hoop on Moon's back for the wire is also retractable - it'll give way if you push on it unless Moon's locked it into place, and when he retracts it a cover closes over the hole. Sun's one is not retractable and is always sticking out. this also means Moon can comfortably lay directly on his back but Sun can't lie on his back without it feeling awkward </3

but don’t worry Sun gets to enjoy it later on once they share a body

Also, this last one i haven't demonstrated yet, but Moon's legs are built with much higher-grade springs in em! He can jump higher and fall from greater distances than Sun can, and the springs will absorb most of the shock. He still prefers to gently lower himself from places if he can, because he isn't reckless (Sun, on the other hand, is, and would absolutely jump off of high things or simply drop off the wire instead of lower himself down properly) but if needed, Moon can absolutely fall from the rafters and - while he won't be *totally* fine from that height, the leg casing may crack - his legs won't utterly shatter into pieces, provided he lands on his feet lol. cat rules baby

sproing

oh oh also! also!!! for stealth/naptime purposes (and later when they share a body, for thermal paint colour-changing purposes) because fans can get loud af, Moon's fans do not automatically run all the time! he has to manually use them to cool himself down if necessary (usually due to too much activity, which is why he prefers to sleep or stay in one spot and be a lazy boi)

this also means he runs much warmer than Sun does (which i did for irony purposes LMAO i love it. Sun feels cool and Moon feels warm? hell yeah!), Sun doesn't have to worry about noise unless he's trying to be sneaky on purpose so his fans run full blast a lot of the time when he isn't standing still :) sounds like he's constantly purring though so it's cute. Moon's a lot more quiet than Sun personality-wise to kinda reflect that difference as well - uses a lot more one-word/simple sentences where Sun likes to run his mouth a lot hehe

#sun n moon #daycare attendant hcs #headcanons #fnaf #tfpitr

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lady-wildflower · 10 months

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So I had a busy weekend and didn't wanna get bogged down writing because that always gives me The Executive Dysfunctions. So I got bogged down arting instead!

My OC Tegyd Lowri Humphries! She originates from Birds of a Feather, my spite-motivated fic wherein I queer the fuck out of the Potter universe and pointedly do better wherever I can than Her Despicable TERFness did when it comes to disability, nonhumans, etc. She's a Welsh half-human, half-caprid centaur, which are centaurs but goat instead of horse. So she's effectively a faun. Lives in a lil cottage in a secret village in the Bannau Brycheiniog called Pen ôl y Ddraig with her father, the caprid centaur. Her Mum comes and visits frequently, though she lives in Cardiff - it's not a broken family situation, it's just the most convenient arrangement for them. Tegyd's adventurous, and loves a good hike up a mountain. At the current point in the story I'm writing, she's in her third year at the wizard school, and a prominent member of the Nonhuman Club, with her dryad friend Blodwen, who is a crab apple tree, whom she grew up with.

Tegyd is one example of how I actually deal with the implications and consequences of my worldbuilding (looking at you, Jowling), she's an exploration of the Statute's fuckery as it affects anyone visibly nonhuman, as well as just in general, what it's like for a nonhuman to grow up in that world, though post-Kaleidoscopic Grangers (my original spite-fic, BOAF is a sequel to it, where I made Potter a blind trans girl adopted by the Grangers and had a whole heap of fun).

She's also getting migrated to an original story idea where she's a Welsh fae who's gone off to live among humans who are in that universe her special interest. Finally she doesn't have to deal with fae bullshit- oh wait, she gets the crown princess of the Seelie dropped unwittingly in her lap along with a package deal quest. But that's the Seelie Princess version, not the BOAF version - the SP version got combined with another BOAF OC, Alpin Faughn, a Welsh-Scottish lil lad with heterochromia and a penchant for sewing and embroidery.

I don't often draw, so this one was a Process™. I started off by finding a reference pose, which I then destroyed by photoshopping the goat legs, ears, and horns onto. Then I gave up for several months lmao. Then I decided to resurrect it with some art tips a friend gave me (shout out to @brewbellwizardry and later @death-munchkin who babied me through shading), starting by tracing a skeleton and general shape onto paper on my screen - 'cos one of the things that pissed me off previously was trying to use a drawing tablet, which I discovered is actually a skill. Then I began iterating, tracing over traces, general shape first which needed a little adjusting since Tegyd's canonically a bit curvier than the model. I used that as a reference for the clothes, did the tops first then the skirt, then I traced all of the components onto a master trace, which I then scanned with my printer into my computer. Did the hair on a separate piece of paper so it wasn't hell.

And then came my second ordeal of computering it. Started off by blocking out the colours, then doing outlines (which are still manky but shush I don't need to fix thoSE-) and then other details. The tartan be wonky as hell, but hey. Thanks to my friends I was able to figure out how the fuck to do shading, and voila!

And there we have her, my shoddy attempt at my funky six foot satyr lass.

#art #original art #original character #oc art #oc artwork #my oc art #writing #satyr #faun #digital art #drawing #i ain't tagging this as fanfiction 'cos it ain't fanfiction #SPITE fiction

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safyresky · 2 months

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Scrimbly Jacqueline 10/52: Prepping for MARCH with a well deserved SPA DAY AT THE SPRINGS BABY.

LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT MY GIRL.

Ty @someheroescarryfloss for the suggestion!

You bet your ASS she gets a spa day. I could use one myself, tbh, lmao. ANYWAY I read your suggestion and .1 seconds later I went OH MY GOD A SOAK AT THE SPRINGS.

March is her least favourite month. Spring gears up, and so does Winter--it's a DOOZY and more often than not she gets pulled into it. By mid-March, she's hiding; by April, both she and Jack are off the grid. It's vacation time, they say. Fuck Spring, Winter replies, throwing an ice storm at us mid-April AFTER WE'VE ALL CHANGED OUR WINTER TIRES TO THE SUMMER ONES--

Ok I'm calm. Cool. Chill. Uh. Here's the not-app brightened version! Fun fact! This one looked better on mobile, and when I went to desktop, the brighter app-brightened version popped more, lol. One day. I'll have a place. With natural lighting enough. to take good photos of my silly little scribbles. ANYWAY. NO FILTER:

Some FUN FACTS about this one:

had to scroll real far down on Jacquie's Pinterest board to find the swimsuit inspo. ended up not even using one of the pinned ones (but it is pinned now!)

top purple bit was gonna be white. but. well. we all know my struggle with lack of white-ish marker 🫠🫠🫠. and purple is my fave colour! and maybe jacqueline's too, lol

idk how to shade but i had so much fun colouring I gave it a go :)

seriously. SO much fun colouring. I couldn't NOT picture this one w/out a background, EVEN IF IT'S AS SIMPLE AS THIS

please imagine steam lines wafting. it is hot and steamy at this particular spring set. it's a bunch of little pools that are VERY HOT for muscle hurty reasons.

the orange drink IS frozie and IS alcoholic

she likes strawberries a normal amount

she will eat the cucumbers on her eyeballs lol

her hair simply will not stay up in a bun, hence why it is spilling out to one side in a very 80s manner lol

water reflections are FUN but i wish i had kept going bc now that bottom left corner is bugging me

ALSO. I DO THESE ON SCRAP PIECES OF PAPER, AND LET ME TELL YOU. COLOURING WITH THE MIXED MEDIA I USE???? IT IS A WEAK WEAK PIECE OF PAPER NOW!!! I NEED TO COLIBRI THAT BAD BOY ASAP. MAYBE EVEN FIND A SCRAP BACKING FOR IT, WEEEEEE~

I am very tired. and probably still will be when I post this tomorrow lol. THE TIRED JUST DOES NOT QUIT. Anyway, plz enjoy this scrimbly, brought to you in part by YOUR REQUESTS! hell yeah >:)

#dani speaks #dani doodles #scrimbly jacquelines #mixed media: we got prismas. alcohol based markers. and watercolour markers #I AM A MENACE >:3 #cs posting #crystal springs #ocs #id in alt #this is one of my top three for sure #the others are blaise cold front hug and helline of course #with an honourable mention to murderous mel and jacquie bc i love them your honour

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angrybatart · 2 months

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Re: Your open request for art subjects.

I have a few, so I'll just drop them into one ask instead of spamming your inbox (like I normally do lol). Please let me know you got this ask so I know Tumblr didn't eat it.

Mari Lwyd outside a house, standing in the snow (Maybe featuring a quarantine sign lol).

Security camera POV of alternates/anomalies in a residential or business building (like from the games Alternate Watch or Caught on Camera). (Wonky or disproportionate anatomy is sort of the point). (I would request any thing else in my "Anomaly Detected" tag, but you said you don't want to draw real people so I'll check my ego for now lmao.)

A very smug Morshu stood behind a table of wildly overpriced items, while Link (whatever iteration you please) looks at the items and prices with an expression of serious deliberation.

RE4 merchant but he is selling genders and/or pronouns (however you want to visually represent a concept like that lol). An LGBT+ pin can be seen fastened to his shirt.

A cover of any/all of these hypothetical magazines.

A picture of Sayori from DDLC smiling cheerily and wearing a black shirt that says BEST GIRL! in cutesy pink letters over a picture of a bookie with a bite taken out of it.

The "Drifter" from the song Hell's Comin' With Me by Poor Man's Poison, at the exact moment he declares himself to be the righteous hand of God. (It's a good song).

L4D1 Tank infected shouting victoriously in front of a scoreboard that reads as follows:

A contented-looking Polish cat sitting at a dining table, behind a plate of pierogi and a shot glass and bottle of Polish vodka.

A badass cowboy shooting (preferably with some manner of lever-action rifle) at some massive, protoplasmic, star-spawned horror that is attacking him. (I can provide mood music for this if you want).

Reynauld from Darkest Dungeon 1 fighting another Reynauld who has been husk-ified by the Colour of Madness crystals, with cyan ooze and crystals leaking through his armor and with floaty breaks in his limbs and stuff. You know what I mean.

Someone falling in the snow chasing after the Sprigatito that stole their kielbasa. (This one also has a couple of songs that would fit it).

A sponge crab but it's the size of a semi and instead of a sponge, is carrying a piece of terrestrial land on its back, complete with stump and maybe a broken-down old car.

A gangster-style portrait of some chickens dripped out in expensive sneakers and gold chains.

Some manner of Trollge (some of those videos are genuinely disturbing).

JSHAHDJDHAHGDJ

That is A LOT. Lol Thank you, though! I'll try to do some of these!

#ask #goddammitbio #I was referring to the six character art challenge but some of these sound pretty interesting!#gangster chickens X3

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Because I’m currently kinda obsessed with Hazbin Hotel, I’m seeing a lot of stuff about it and Helluva Boss. And like. People are complaining a lot about like. “What’s with all the Daddy Issues” etc, etc… as if like. “Characters having issues with their fathers” isn’t a a normal issue in media? And also like. Half the Millennials I know have distant and angry fathers with abusive and overbearing mothers who parentified their daughters and babied their sons. Colour me surprised that a Millennial writer has created a variety of parental abuse and neglect stories.

I find it painfully unbelievable when the parents are all loving and supportive hugbears who have time for their kids and want to be involved in their interests and hobbies. Lucifer being distant because he’s so depressed he thinks Charlie hates him and Charlie thinks he hates her because of his divorce with Lilith is the most believable breakdown of communication between a parent and child who do genuinely love each other but suck and expressing it. Next to Stolas and Octavia who are actively currently dealing the contentious divorce of Stolas and Stella which is like. Look, I’m sure that’s messy, but rip that bandaid off because growing up in a house where your parents *actively hate each other* will be worse than the traumatic period of time where they were getting divorced. My parents didn’t get divorced, and I stand by the idea that it was a mistake because I grew up with the idea that marriage was about like… obligations. And if things go right, you want to impart to your children that they can grow up and be happy. That’s the *point* of Stolas and Octavia’s arc. He loves her, he wants to have a happy life away from Stella, and he wants Octavia to have a happy life in a home that isn’t so hostile and loveless. Because growing up in a home where your parents hate each other *sucks*.

Moxie has a piece of shit abusive father he for the most part completely separated from. That makes sense, when your family is fucking garbage sometimes you cut them out. It’s valid, he made a new family. Millie’s family is very tough and no-nonsense and “by the sweat of your brow” from the country, and she ends up being the stronger or more capable one in the relationship because of it. But because Moxie was raised constantly demeaned he has serious confidence issues, and because Millie loves the hell outta him it helps him get out of his head and his self doubt. Parental abuse will fuckin wreck a person’s ability to see the good in themselves, or make decisions. And Moxie having someone love him openly and honestly helps him figure out what’s real and what’s an internal voice implanted by his father.

And learning Moxie’s father was a piece of shit and Moxie was still able to find and accept love helps show Blitzo that like. Having a shitty start doesn’t doom you to a shitty end. Moxie wasn’t just dealt a better hand and that’s why he’s able to have a healthier relationship with Millie. It’s not that Moxie and Millie were from better families and have better beginnings and have better relationships with love (though maybe Millie does) but they allow themselves to love and be loved and they work on healing the hurt.

I feel a little like learning about his and Moxie’s shared trauma of shitty dads gave Blitzo a bit more courage to be able to open up with Fizzarolli, though Moxie’s shitty dad kidnapping them both certainly helped the situation lmao

I dunno if I really have a point but like. 90% of the people I know have issues with their parents on some level and complaining that the characters have issues with their parents in the series is like. Damn, no kidding. Do they also have arms and legs? Perhaps also eyes? Do some of them maybe have mouths?

#seph watches hazbin hotel #seph watches helluva boss

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confused-wanderer · 8 months

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Just finished watching Sonic Prime and I really enjoyed it!

1. The fact that they took a not so mature but powerful sonic

2. Showed his main problem being never listening to his friends and charging head on.

3. Every episode showed him trying to rebuild and regain the trust his friends had in him, cuz of all the times he abandoned them.

4. Shadow and Sonics dynamic is just amazing

5. Having him face head on the issues of him always leaving when they need him and then returning like nothing ever happens

6. Hin being everyone’s beacon of hope.

7. Lmao my man Nine was just minding his own business trying to be emo and angsty and suddenly the brightest colour and hyperactive golden retriever breaks into your lab and starts chatting with you.

7. Letting him be flawed, and his shortcomings.

8. THE ENDING!! Was so well done!! Setting up an early dynamic between the two and having it all culminate in a damn good rift

9. Sonics friends are the best parts of him, is really the only way to defeat him. As literally seen by them only being able to defeat robot Sonic cuz they were all fighting together. Especially tails as Nine is the only one who was able to deal a fatal blow. Usually because Sonic leads him right to the trap, kinda foreshadowing how Sonic played himself and let Nine destroy his only chance at getting back (essentially destroying himself).

10. The parallel of the last scene where shadows at the top of the mountain and Sonic is in the cave 🤌✨✨.

11. The way Nine immediately grew so happy and beamed thinking Sonic was going to love his planet.

Theory:

Maybe since this season was all about Sonic’s blind faith and trust in his friends, it all being shattered might bring interesting changes. Sonic getting to his lowest as he realises that he’s all alone, it’s all his fault and those people, no matter how alike they are, they’re not his real “friends”. He screwed up. Again, and again. I think this was foreshadowed quite nicely in how mechanic sonic kept chiding him for being a failure. Maybe then Shadow yells at him, and later on sees how down sonic is. I want sonic to kind of go through a corruption arc, where he loses all hope in his friends and himself and adopts a more “Nine-like” attitude. And always beats himself up, refusing to do anything because he’s just so scared of messing up again.

No more funny jokes. No more rapid speed or constant chatter. Just focused and quiet.

Think that would really scare the hell out of everyone, and immediately set off warning bells for Shadow actually being truly concerned about Sonic, and the dynamics between then shift. Sonic sees the world in dark, and Shadow is the one who has to try and motivate him, get him to be himself again.

Maybe Nine uses the shard for making his own reality, but then realises how much he missed sonic. Maybe he gets to meet the real Tails, and kind of learn about the life Sonic had with them, seeing them all happy.

Maybe the next season would revolve around his friends now helping him. Sonic taking all their lessons to heart, being so underconfident and mad at himself he doesn’t trust himself to do anything anymore without the fear of messing everything up.

My boy spent two seasons back to back constantly fighting for something that was taken away from him by someone he trusted. Had to prove his loyalty over and over again, had his mistake be thrown in his face dozens of times. He’s crushed. Maybe the writers would pull an anxiety attack like Puss in Boots, because I did notice Sonic’s hands shook a little in one of the episodes, like a little anxiety tic.

Or maybe he gets mad, and some prism energy that’s built up inside him awakens, leaving him more powerful than another, too consumed by his rage to realise he’s damaging the world while Shadow tries to calm him down.

Sonic is tired. He has been doing nothing but fighting and making up for his mistakes, only to have all the hope he gathered from the fragmented pieces shattered again, right in front of him. Especially when others warned him. Sonic was stubborn.

Let him give up. And let us see his friends bring him back to life.

#sonic prime #sonic #Sona Dow #shadow #rouge #knuckles #tails #nine #Amy #eggman

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astranauticus · 6 months

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ok one last post about the Project to truly exorcise it from my brain. just some process/design thoughts (also now that it's done if you want to read my liveblogged whinging for whatever reason here it is)

first off some stats because i kept stats like the nerd that i am:

time wise making this animatic took about 93.5 hours give or take (thanks procreate process replay) spread across exactly 2 months

anyway when i said i finished this project mostly through stubbornness and sunk cost fallacy this is what i meant lol like a lot of my thought process through this was just 'no way in hell am i letting some of these drawings disappear into my drafts forever'

on average each frame took about 2 hours 45 minutes but thats a bit of an overestimate since i forgot to count some of the animated bits from the first two lines (so id guess the actual number is more like.. 2 hours 20 minutes?)

btw that line with the starry apparition fading away? 12 hours total

the single longest and most painful frame to draw was the one of the crew walking through tu'narath (5 hours 30 minutes) because a. perspective b. architecture design c. for some reason i put a lot of detail into rendering the armour on all the githyanki i drew why on earth did i do that

(its especially painful bc that frame was one of the ones that didnt... feel like an important enough moment in the actual story of the show to be worth capturing the way the wish or even like, endellion is, i just needed to put that there for the storytelling flow or whatever of the animatic itself and it bothered me so much)

one other interesting little mishap was that i did all of these on canvas size 1080x720px (so that's why the youtube resolution isnt particularly high lmao) which is why procreate let me put an absolutely absurd amount of layers in one canvas (all 8 frames of with memories projected on the astral sea were done on one canvas. 159 layers) because the layer limit for that canvas size is 400 BUT. i accidentally started the starry apparition fade on an A4 canvas (my default canvas size for like all my normal fanart) and i only realised after finishing all the lineart and starting on colouring because i hit layer limit so i had to resize the canvas which did... interesting?? things to the lineart resolution

also if youre wondering how i drew K-LB that many times in something resembling timely fashion the answer is i sacrificed some... amount of sleep to 3d model and rig him in blender which. honestly? i consider it a roaring success

splitting the frames by bar was a Choice and certainly a choice ive.. had doubtsTM about but thats the kind of thing you cant really change without bringing the whole project crashing down so if the frames seem to move a bit too fast im so sorry there was really not much i could do there

idk if people actually noticed the very very tiny drawings of the crew moving around on the ship in the 4th line especially since they sometimes get obscured by the subtitles but the REASON for that is in my original drawings the subtitles went in the top left corner but they kept conflicting with other stuff so i just gave up and threw them to the bottom (also i originally included the chinese lyrics but then i got lazy lmao)

anyway that little detail like VR-LA angstily looking at the sea reminiscing about the JourneyTM and the crew sort of appearing along with the memories of their adventures together was one of those things that seemed SO COOL in my head but once i actually execute it its like. hmmmm not sure if that worked out the way you thought it would buddy. also the tiny crew was EXTREMELY hard to draw so put that down as another point in 'me subjecting myself to deeply painful and out there compositions for no good reason'

anyway i called this my magnum opus but i do actually have some thoughts about another one (a companion piece, if you will) for another song by the same band because now that i know what capcut can do im.. really itching to try something a little different because this like powerpoint presentation style? fully a product of me using iMovie as my only available video editing software for the past like 7 years of my life

#rwd #asto speaks #re: the projectTM #one last time using this dumbass tag lmao #honestly? also put another point in 'i worked on a project for so long it became just a Project to me and proceeded to get #absolutely blindsided by the emotional affect it has on people'#2 months. 2. months.#whatever actual emotion this idea was originally trying to draw from is long fucking gone buddy #like i did manage to re-experience some of it looking at the finished product but #i appreciate yalls screaming a lot i just truly did not anticipate it LMAO

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