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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 9 months

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"i wanna Be Cool, but only if you want me to."

"want to impress you"

synopsis// everyone knows that basketball is the way to someone's heart.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn!reader

word count// 3.8k

contents// college au, basketball au, mutual unknown pining?, friends to lovers?, gojo is a loser, obligatory this is for you and misses

notes// lu wanted a basketball au so lu gets a basketball au. also obviously inspired by the basketball scene in jjk s2 anywho this is just kinda short n goofy :p also inspired by the song i wanna be cool by super whatevr. also i have no idea how basketball works and only ever played for fun so ermmm if anything is wrong bring that up with the universe !

Shoko unwillingly finds herself sitting on a random bench in the boys locker room, her arms crossed as she glares at the two boys in front of her.

“Why did you guys drag me in here?”

Geto speaks up first: “In my defense, this is all on Satoru, and I have no part in this.”

“You still dragged me in here, did you not?”

“…Yes.”

“Then you took part in it.”

Gojo smiles as he smacks Geto on the back. “Exactly! You’re my accomplice.”

Shoko rolls her eyes. “Again, why did you guys drag me in here?”

“A presentation!”

“A presentation I have nothing to do with,” Geto chimes in as he takes a seat beside Shoko.

She briefly raises her eyebrow at Geto before directing it toward Gojo. “A presentation?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t see a projector or anything worth presenting here,” she says, looking around the room unamused.

“A presentation minus the actual presenting part...”

“So you dragged me in here just to talk to me?”

Geto leans in and whispers, “He actually wants to ask you something.”

Gojo stomps his foot like he’s about to throw a tantrum. “Geto shut up!”

“Can you just hurry up, Gojo?" She asks impatiently. “It reeks of axe body spray in here; I think it might actually kill me.”

He ignores her dramatics because, honestly, she’s not wrong. “You're coming to our game tonight, right?”

“I mean, yeah? Who isn't? It's the biggest game of the season.”

Geto adds, “That's what I said!”

“Do you know if Y/N is going?”

“Is that what you seriously dragged me in here for? Why didn't you just ask Y/N themself? You guys are friends, are you not?”

“Well yeah!” Gojo mumbles sheepishly, “But when I asked, they said maybe...”

“That means no,” Geto says quickly through a cough, as if trying to cover it up.

Gojo hears anyway and outstretches his arms toward Geto as if trying to draw attention toward him. “Exactly!” He then brings his hands in front of his face in a praying motion and begs, “Shoko, please!”

“Oh my fucking god, I don't know why you don't just ask them out already.”

“That's what I'm trying to do! But in order to do that, I kinda need them to go to tonight's game.”

Shoko glares at Gojo for what feels like forever, and Gojo glares back like they’ve suddenly entered a staring contest, and it’s Shoko who breaks eye contact first.

She sighs and pushes the hair out of her face as she mumbles, “God, you're lucky I'm tired of both of you pining after each other.”

“Thank you, Shoko!” he beams. “Also here.”

Shoko takes whatever Gojo is handing her and holds it up, her eyes slightly wide as she inspects it. “…Is this your jersey?”

He nods, fully confident within himself now that Shoko has agreed to drag you to the game, but tilts his head at her because he has no idea why she’s confused. “Yeah, I want them to wear it?”

“You make me sick to my stomach, fine.”

“Shoko, do you wanna wear my jersey?” Geto suddenly asks.

She stares at him blankly, as if to ask if he really asked her that, knowing damn well she does not like him like that and she has a girlfriend, though after a few moments he finally gets the hint.

“Oh my god, not like that; I just want someone supporting me too.”

She sighs in relief, “Oh, thank god, don’t scare me like that, but yeah, fine, I’ll wear it.”

“Wait, what the hell?” Gojo exclaims, drawing Shoko’s and Geto’s attention back to him. “Shoko, would you have worn mine if I asked?”

“No.”

“What?! Why the hell not?”

“I like Geto more than I like you.”

He glares at her and quickly points out, “You're lying; if that was true, you wouldn't be helping me!”

Shoko simply shrugs and mumbles a small “bye” before getting up and leaving.

Geto stands up and takes his place next to Gojo, softly patting his back as he whispers, “Dare I say this ends our lifelong debate on who's superior?”

Gojo shrugs his hand off of him and speaks harshly through clenched teeth, “Shut. Your. Mouth.”

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“Why would I want to go watch a bunch of sweaty men fight over balls?” You mumble offhandedly, focusing your attention on netflix playing on your phone rather than on her.

“Ok, Y/N, first of all, there's only one ball, and second of all, did you forget Gojo is on the basketball team?”

You quickly turn off your phone and sit up, clasping your hands together in your lap. “….Have I ever mentioned that basketball is actually my favorite sport?”

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters under her breath, pinching her nose bridge. “You're so obvious; why haven't you told him yet?”

“Are you insane? Gojo is hot, and on the basketball team, do you know how many people he already has crushing on him? I'm literally just another name on that list.”

“Sure,” she nods, “But the difference is that you're his friend too; you have more of a chance than anyone else.”

You sigh and frown at her. “Doubt.”

Shoko shakes her head, knowing that you two could spend all day here in your dorm debating whether you have a chance or not, but that’s not what she’s here for, so she’ll let you believe what you want, knowing that (hopefully) Gojo pulling whatever it is he wants to pull will prove you wrong.

“Whatever, put this on,” she says, throwing the jersey at you.

You catch it, your mouth slightly agape as you stare at it curiously. “…Isn't this?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, is it?”

“Shoko.”

“Can you just trust me?”

“I'm literally just gonna look like another one of his groupies," you say, disdain and disappointment lacing your words as your eyes dart back and forth between her and the jersey.

She smiles, and it’s off-putting because it’s not her normal smile; no, you know, this is the smile she only wears when she’s about to drop a bomb on you. “Difference is that that's his actual jersey.”

You freeze.

“What?”

“I’ll save you a seat. Bye,” she says as she walks out of your dorm.

The slam of your door restarts your heart, and suddenly it and your mind are racing at 100 miles per hour, and the only thing you can do is word vomit despite the fact that Shoko is gone.

“What do you mean by that?! What do you mean this is his actual jersey?!” You run and fling open your door to yell out into the hallway, “Get back here!?”

Shoko is a good bit away at this point, but she still hears you call out for her and acknowledges that with a wave, yet she still keeps walking away, and you're stuck in your doorway with your chest heaving. You look back down at the jersey in your hands.

Holy shit.

Not only is this a jersey with Gojo’s number on it, but it’s his jersey. How did Shoko even get this? Did she just take it without him knowing? Too many thoughts are in your head, but there’s only one that keeps overlapping the others, there’s only one that’s consistent, only one that electrifies every neuron in your body:

Holy shit, this is Gojo’s jersey.

Fuck the questions and fuck the answers you know you won’t get; the only thing that matters to you right now is that you have and are about to wear Gojo’s jersey. You have to be dreaming; really, that’s the only logical answer, but holy fuck, if you’re dreaming, you do not plan on waking up anytime soon—or ever.

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The two teams quickly start filling up the court and taking up their respective spaces as they warm up, but Gojo, being Gojo, isn't doing that. Instead, he’s standing on the sidelines, looking in at the crowd of people starting to take their seats for the game, and his heart is racing as he searches the crowd for you, and it drops when he inevitably doesn’t find you, but he’s not discouraged, not yet at least, because the game hasn’t officially even started yet, so there’s still time for you to show up.

There’s still time.

He has to keep reminding himself that the whole time he’s warming up—now that he’s actually being forced to, though it’s a half-assed warm-up—he and his coach don’t even know whether what he’s doing could be considered a warm-up in the first place. The game is about to start any second now when Geto approaches Gojo.

“Nothing?”

Gojo’s head drops as he reluctantly shakes it.

Geto hums and searches the stands for you, but when he doesn't find you either, he tries to find the next best person, Shoko, and it's quite easy to find her considering she’s wearing Geto's jersey.

“Shoko!”

She looks down from the bleachers and sees Geto staring at her as he gestures toward Gojo, and she knows he's trying to ask where you are, but in all honesty, she has no idea either. She shrugs, and even from as high up as she is, she can hear Geto groan before grabbing Gojo by the shoulders and forcing him to look at him.

“I'm sure they’ll come, dude.”

Gojo blankly stares at Geto, an eyebrow raised skeptically, as if to say, really? but before he can verbally reply, their coach comes over and removes Geto’s hand from Gojo’s shoulder to place his own hand there.

“I don't know what's going on with you, but whatever it is, fix it.”

Geto and Gojo tense up at his tone, full of nothing but pure determination. This isn't him asking; this is him demanding that Gojo get his shit together.

“This is the biggest game yet, and I'm not gonna let you and some petty college drama get in the way of that. You're our best player. Act like it.”

Gojo can only nod. His mouth suddenly feels dry, and it's like his throat is closing, but he tries to will the feeling away. Though his reaction is enough for his coach, who starts walking off.

Geto stares up at Gojo with his eyebrows knit, concern lacing his voice, “Gojo...”

Gojo shakes his head and takes a deep breath before flashing Geto his signature smile. “I'm fine, Geto; cmon, we got a basketball game to win.”

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To be totally honest, the reason you were running so late to the game was because you were mentally shitting your pants the entire time you were getting ready. For a good chunk of time, you just sat on your bed with the jersey laid out in front of you, staring at it. Just staring at it, that's all. Because yes, even though you said fuck the questions and fuck the answers, you very much could not do that, not when too many questions and unknown answers were flooding your brain like a dam had cracked. You think you probably would've stayed like that all day and night, missing the game entirely, if not for Shoko spam calling your phone.

“What?”

“Don't 'what' me, where the fuck are you?” She snaps through the phone.

“Uh, getting ready?”

“Y/N, the game started twenty minutes ago.”

“Oh shit,” you say, hopping off your bed and quickly grabbing the jersey.

“Yeah, oh shit! Get your ass down here!”

You don't bother saying goodbye; instead, you quickly hang up, throw the jersey on as fast as you can, and bolt out the door. The halls are empty as you race through them, and you're not surprised; everyone is already at the game—everyone but you—and you speed up your pace just a smidge more. God, you're an idiot, missing the best game of the season—okay, you don't actually care about that. God, you're an idiot, missing seeing Gojo and maybe getting answers on how Shoko obtained his jersey—that's better.

You get to the gym in record time, slightly surprised at how quickly you got there, but you ignore that as you try to catch your breath before walking in and try to prepare yourself for the amount of noise that will assault your ears when you do. You can already hear how loud it is; the walls not doing very much at all to muffle the yells of people. You walk in and wince slightly at the noise as you look around for Shoko. She immediately finds you and waves her hand in the air for you to find, as does Utahime, who's sitting next to her. You smile and quickly make your way toward them, apologizing to the people you pushed through to get to them in the first place. You take your seat next to Shoko with a sigh.

“What did I miss?” you ask, leaning forward slightly just so you can look at both Utahime and Shoko.

Utahime has a small grimace on her face, and Shoko merely motions toward the scoreboard, and the minute you look, your jaw drops. Gojo’s team was losing. No. Losing isn't even the right word here; they were getting absolutely destroyed. They had zero points—none at all. You look back toward the two girls in disbelief.

“What the fuck?”

“Gojo is literally sucking so much ass that it's throwing everyone else off,” Utahime says with a shrug before glancing down at your clothes. “Are you wearing his jersey?”

You clear your throat awkwardly and look away, ignoring the smirk on Shoko's face.

“So, uh, do we know why Gojo’s sucking ass?” You ask after a brief moment of silence.

“Nope,” Utahime responds with a shake of her head.

“I do,” Shoko says nonchalantly.

Your head snaps back toward her. “What? Why?”

“Yeah, you didn't tell me either!”

Shoko rolls her eyes and ignores both of you as she loudly calls out to Gojo, who, by some grace of god, hears her over the hundreds of other people yelling for him. Gojo’s eyes immediately find hers, and he watches how she subtly jerks her head to the side, and like some angel descended from the heavens, like a god showing itself in a moment of dire, he looks and finds you sitting there in his jersey, and he can't help the smile on his face, can't help how just your presence lit a fire underneath him, can't help how just seeing you gave him his pep back in his step.

Gojo finds Geto’s eyes on the court and nods determinedly. They are winning this game, whether it's the last thing Gojo does. He's not going to look like a fool in front of you. So that's exactly what Gojo does. Once the second period starts, Gojo steals back the ball with a new sudden ease, and by halftime, he’s gotten the team caught up to the other one, starting the third period with a tie.

“How the hell did he do that? I thought you guys said he sucked!”

“Aw man, I was rooting for the other team,” Utahime says, frowning, and you have to resist the urge to chew her out in defense of Gojo.

Shoko shrugs. “He was till you know…”

You stare at her blankly. “No, I don't know, actually. Care to enlighten me?”

“No, I do not,” she says before turning to Utahime. “And don't worry, they're only tied; there's still a chance the other team will win.”

Utahime cheerfully hums as she rests her head on Shoko’s shoulder. “You’re right!”

“Don't encourage her to root for the other team?!”

Utahime sticks her tongue out at you, and before any of you can say anything else, a loud buzzer rings across the gym, indicating a point was made, and to your delight, it was for Gojo’s team. For the rest of the third period, it was just buzzer after buzzer as Gojo’s team took back their rightful place on the scoreboard, completely smashing the other team into the ground, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell in your chest. Watching Gojo in his element was doing detrimental things to your crush on him, only making it worse, but you can't even seem to care. Shoko looks over to you and laughs.

“I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.”

You scoff. “Shut up!”

Down on the court, they had just started their last two-minute break between third and fourth period, with the coaches gathering their respective teams into a huddle.

“Alright guys,” Gojo’s coach began, “Keep your heads in the game; we’re taking this victory home, got it?”

All the boys nod hurriedly, and the coach leaves them to do what they need to before the last period starts, but Gojo doesn’t let them get far.

“Whatever fucking happens, I'm getting that last score, got it?”

Everyone on the team exchanges uneasy glances, and Geto rolls his eyes and sighs before apologizing for Gojo.

“He just has a plan and wants to do something, guys.”

The boys nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

“If you guys mess this up for me, I swear to god, I will make you wish you were never born,” Gojo says with his usual smile, but in this case, all his smile does is make him seem feral.

Geto slaps Gojo across the back of his head and huffs, “He doesn’t mean that, don't worry.”

“Oh, I fucking mean it.”

“Gojo, shut the fuck up.”

Before anyone else can say anything, the timer goes off, and into the last minutes of the game they go. As the game goes on, everyone is on the edge of their seat, even if deep down they know who will win. You and Utahime are no exception to this, but apparently Shoko is.

“Why the fuck are you guys on the edge of your seats? It's obvious we’re gonna win.”

You go to glare at her but can’t even hold your stare long enough because you're so enthralled by the game. “Still, it's so nervewracking!”

Utahime laughs. “I'm only on the edge of my seat because I want the other team to win.”

“Why are you such a hater, dude?” you ask defensively.

Utahime doesn’t mind; she knows all too well about your little crush on Gojo, so she doesn’t take offense to your tone. “When it comes to Gojo, I'm always a hater.”

You finally find it in you to glare at her. “I hope Shoko breaks up with you.”

She rolls her eyes and glares back. “Oh, haha, you're so mature.”

You say nothing but stick your tongue out at her childishly, and she does the same, to which Shoko groans and rolls her eyes before grabbing both of your heads and turning them to face the game.

“You can fight after the game; there's only a few seconds left.”

Gojo glances at the time and realizes it’s now or never. He finds that Geto has the ball and calls out for him. Geto, on the other hand, hesitates to pass him the ball, with a look on his face asking if he really wants to do this, and Gojo can only nod. How could he not want to do this? This is the only thing he can do; it's not like he knows how to ask someone out the normal way, so this will do; it has to. Gojo tries to control his breathing as he makes his way to the hoop, the ball dribbling in tune with his heartbeat, and nothing matters to him in that moment except you and scoring—his surroundings completely drowning out. Everyone holds their breath waiting for him to shoot, and right before he does, his eyes lock onto yours.

“This is for you, Y/N!” He yells out as he shoots, and…

And he misses.

Horribly.

And there's no chance for him to redeem himself because the minute the ball hits the ground, the buzzer goes off, indicating the end of the game, and everyone seemingly ignores whatever the fuck he just did and erupts into an uproar at the fact that they won regardless of Gojo’s miss.

“What-“

Shoko slaps a hand over her mouth, attempting and failing to hold in her laughter. “Did he just fucking miss?”

Utahime is hunched over, her head between her knees, laughing. “Oh my fucking god, he's an idiot!”

You blink, not moving, not saying anything, but with how hard Shoko is laughing and Utahime leaning against her as she laughs as well, Shoko ends up bumping into you, and she instantly grows quiet, her head snapping toward you.

“Oh, why are you still here?”

“Huh?”

"Why aren’t you down there?” she asks, pointing down to the court.

“Am… Am I supposed to be?”

“Uh duh!” Utahime speaks up, peeking out from behind Shoko. “He made that shot for you! Well, he missed that shot for you.”

“Oh,” you say blankly. “Oh. Oh shit.”

You stood up abruptly, and with how fast you went down the bleachers, you almost tripped once you made it onto the ground. You quickly catch yourself, and the moment you look up to find Gojo, he’s already standing right in front of you.

“You're-you're wearing my jersey,” he says breathlessly, but not in a I-can’t-breathe way, more in a holy-shit-my-crush-is-actually-wearing-my-jersey way.

You swallow thickly and nod. Your gaze flickers down to the jersey before going back to his face. “I am.”

“You are.”

“What was that Gojo?”

He seems to grimace at your question. “Ah, well, you see, I was actually gonna say if I make this, you owe me a date, but that’s a really long sentence to shout, and what if I didn’t make it? That would’ve been so embarrassing.”

You laugh under your breath. “Gojo, you didn’t make it regardless.”

He frowns. “Don’t remind me.”

You smile and push a strand of hair stuck to his forehead out of the way, watching how he blushes furiously at your touch, and it makes your heart swoon. Who knew the confident number-one basketball player could crumble so readily under your touch?

“You know, I’m still more than happy to owe you a date.”

He smirks as he pulls you closer toward him by your waist and coos, “Yeah?"

“Yeah… But get the hell off of me, Gojo; you’re sweaty and you stink,” you grumble as you push against his chest, trying to free yourself.

Gojo ignores you and pulls you in closer (if even possible), his body engulfing yours as he rubs his face against yours, making sure his sweat rubs off on you too.

You struggle against his hold. “Gojo gross!”

“Sorry, I can't hear you over the people. What are you saying? Hug you closer?”

“Gojo, don’t you dare.”

You hear him chuckle before rubbing up against you again, and you groan but stop resisting, which he hums happily at before starting to pull away. You watch how his face abruptly twists into feigned disgust.

"Ew, Y/N, get the hell off of me; you’re sweaty and you stink,” he mocks as he pushes you out of his hold.

“I hate you.”

“If you hated me, you wouldn’t be going on a date with me,” he singsongily says.

“Yeah, not anymore,” you mumble with a wry smile as you start walking away.

“Hey, wait, Y/N, come back!”

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

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toastysandhamwich · 3 months

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Why this is Dan's hand:

(inspired by this post) (bc I wrote too much for the tags) (this is just for fun, that post was great and I have nothing against you)

let's jump in!

Here are the main reasons it's Dan:

his shoulder angle

the pinky finger

phil's clumsiness

(bonus- skin tone)

First- his shoulder!

If you're sleeping, that usually means something is true: that you're confortable. Now, considering his shoulder's angle, there's a few places his arm could be.

Aww he's sleeping. eepy guy. He's only got one arm for now.

We can see in the picture that his shoulder is up, so his arm could be like this. HOWEVER, his shoulder isn't up far enough for my drawing to be actuality. If his arm were outstretched, it would likely be more like this:

Which, possible. Comfortable, even. Except look at the cushions in the background. They're so squished. We know about the sofa crease on the previous couch. It was a whole thing. (the sofa photo I'm using doesn't represent their actual couch.) Because the pillows are so flattened and squished, if his arm were outstretched, it would look more like this:

You wouldn't have your arm fully straight because it would be uncomfortable on your elbow joint thing. Like locking your knees but your elbow. Your hand would fall asleep. (though, your hand would probably fall asleep in either of those positions too...)

Phil was probably sitting really close to Dan. Judging from the camera angle, and well... *CoughWDAPTEO2cough* (see bottom of post)

So let's add a little phil to my diagram.

aww lookit him! hes got no arms. thats ok. he doesnt need any. anyways. look at where Dan's arm is now. "ThEy'Re ToUcHiNg!!" Yeah, exactly. Phil would be laying back on Dan's arm. Dan's arm would fall asleep or be squished. Maybe, then, his arm could be like this, behind phil's head, without Phil actually putting weight on Dan's arm:

Yeah, his arm wouldn't fall asleep like that. But we can see his shoulder. We know his shoulder isn't at that angle. So? What can we conclude?

His arm is either like. Straight out, across Phil's chest (which, his shoulder would be a different angle for that too, bc Phil's not 2D, plus Phil would have been unable to move to take this photo or put his glasses on dan) OR:

we can conclude that his hand must be somewhere by his face. From his shoulder's angle, it could be lower on his face, except that there's only one hand in the photo.

Second- the pinky finger!

this finger. That's not a pointer finger.

(not the same pose, but close enough.) Your pinky finger faces outward. The finger in the glasses photo is a pinky.

Now put your left hand out like someone's face is in front of you and you're putting your hand on it, like the glasses photo. Your pointer finger would be closer to the right, where the camera is, right? Unless you're missing fingers (which dan and phil are not)

Third- Phil! (Taken from @dip-the-pip's tags on the og post)

we know Phil is clumsy. He does not have control of his limbs or hand-eye coordination. Ask the multiple Christmas decorations he's injured. It's honestly a bit of a miracle he could get the glasses on Dan without waking him up. There's no way he'd be able to gently pick up his head for the photo. Plus, if he was propping his head up for the photo, wouldn't he do it at a better angle?

Bonus- phil is super pale!!

this photo's a bit old, obviously, but you clearly see the difference in their hand skin tones on the bottom two hands. In the glasses photo, the hand is the same color as dan. The lighting in the room of the glasses photo is very warm, however, so this is not a super strong piece of evidence.

(WDAPTEO 2)

there is a whole couch and yet. *Phil voice* tHeY'rE ToUcHiNg. We know they sit like this commonly.

Also obviously inspired by this post by @simplydnp

(unlike her I did not use math, my bad :/) (also like I hope this doesn't come off as mean, I'm just doing it for fun. ) (I could have debunked her reasons but I thought using my own reasons would be more fun)

#toast talks #Dnp #Dan and Phil #dan howell #phil lester #I went a bit overboard with this post lol

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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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hi hi! can I request some headcanons about the ninja (+pixal, if you're up for it) having an artist s/o? okay thank you, also I love your writing!

Oooh yess!! Where my artist ninjago enjoyers at⁉️ I’ve come to nourish you <3

Ninjago - Ninjas (+ Pixal) with an Artist s/o

Jay

Immediately asks if you can draw/paint/etc him

If you agree, he will ask again in the future

….honestly he’ll probably keep asking even if you say no

What can he say? He wants to inspire you ;)

If you have art block, he immediately jumps to pose dramatically or arrange a bowl of fruit or something

He’s equally enamored with the quality of your work and the fact that it came from your hands

He loves all your work, even the pieces you decide to scrap/re-do

“What are you doing?? That was perfect!”

“Jay? How long have you been standing there-”

On that note, he loves to watch you work

Even when you don’t know he’s watching… (he’s a little obsessed)

But the plus side of this is that he knows the exact products you use, and he can see when you’re running low

He makes sure to replenish your stocks for you :) so you won’t ever have to worry about running out mid-project

He also makes sure to flaunt your work as much as possible, especially the pieces he “inspired”

He truly thinks you’re the best artist in the world, and he WILL fight someone over it

Cole

I see Cole as a pretty artsy guy himself, so he’d be thrilled to have an artsy s/o

You might not expect it, but he’s really in tune with his feelings, so to me it makes sense

He’s not quite as artsy as you, but he knows how to appreciate it

He’s more into the performing arts himself, but he has no less respect for other types of art

He’ll totally arrange work sessions for you both, which vary depending on the vibe you’re working with

Feeling like doing something a little dark or moody? Dramatic piano. Candles. Wine/grape juice in wine glasses.

Feeling colorful? Open windows. Flowers in vases. Candy and fruit. Maybe some cartoons playing in the background.

Point being: he knows how to get a vibe going

He really loves to work alongside you, even if you’re not doing the same thing

Sometimes he tries to sketch or paint, but more often he’s just watching you work or practicing moves

(You guys totally have a shared studio btw; wood floors and barre for him, easel/supply cabinet/whatever you need for you)

You guys definitely help each other out too

He’ll teach you a few moves so you can be his dance partner every now and again, and he’s more than happy to be your muse in return

He doesn’t really do performances or anything (dance is just a side hobby), so he has all the more respect for you if you publicize your work

He loves all your work, but he’s also a great source of constructive criticism

“I like this one. It’s darker than your other pieces, though, isn’t it? More drab.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I was thinking. I think I was just in a mood when I made it.”

Kai

He’ll make requests, but mostly for things he thinks would be cool

“What if you did one with, like, a car shooting flames from its exhaust pipes? Oh! And the driver is super handsome with a flaming cape and swords and sunglasses that are made of pieces of the sun!”

“That is insane. …I’m starting right now.”

He really admires your art, and he’s honestly a bit jealous of your skill

He actually has a pretty creative mind, just not the means to express it

So he’ll be shy about it, but eventually he asks if you can give him some pointers

He doesn’t want to keep asking you to bring his sharks flying in jets over volcanoes to life forever, after all

He’s gotta learn to be independent!

So he’ll quietly join you while you work, watching you closely and trying to follow along

He gets frustrated when he isn’t instantly as talented as you, and you have to laughingly assure him that skill takes time

He only gains more respect for you as he tries to stay calm

He learns to truly admire your work this way

And with his admiration came a tenfold increase in support

However you share your art, he’s the #1 supporter

Posting online? He’s already liked, commented, and shared on 7 different platforms. At a showcase? He’s dressed sharply, stationed not-so-inconspicuously in front of your piece(s) and getting others to talk about them

Zane

He also has a deep appreciation for art

He doesn’t always understand non-logical things, but art has a way of resonating with him

So to have a partner who makes art…

It adds a whole new level of emotional depth to your relationship

You already make him feel complex things, so seeing art that’s from you is truly an experience

The wistfulness he gets when looking at normal art is only amplified when he remembers that your hands produced it

He likes to be with you when he admires it, squeezing your hand while he takes in the little details

He’s a quiet admirer, but he’ll absolutely attend any events you’re featured in/support any online presence you have

He never gets tired of looking at your work; or looking at you work, for that matter

If you let him, he’ll watch you work

He’s dead silent, which is either a blessing or a curse depending on how easily you get creeped out

Eventually, when you finish, he’ll stand up and join you at your side, admiring the final product

You know he likes it when he reaches for your hand with a smile, letting you rest your head against him

The most you’ll get verbally is “it’s beautiful,” but trust me, he feels so much more deeply about the piece (and you <3)

Lloyd

Lloyd is more curious than anything when he finds out you’re an artist

What kinds of art do you do? Can he see your work? Have you always liked art?

He’s eager to see your work, but he’s not sure he can “appreciate” it properly

You have to reassure him that there’s no one way to “appreciate” art, and however he feels about it, that’s just how he feels

Your response only increases his interest

He ends up getting more into art because of you

The art of appreciation, if you will

He wants to be able to understand your work more so that he knows how to support you

He mostly spends hours just staring at your work, trying to notice the little details

He’d love to watch you at work, too, if you’ll let him

He asks questions all the time, but still tries not to annoy you

He’s actually already a natural at “appreciating” art, but the fact that he’s always trying to learn only makes him better at it

So you can do nothing but smile while he tilts his head, carefully formulating his next question

They’re surprisingly deep at times:

“Do you think this piece uses smoother shapes because you were feeling relaxed, so you moved more slowly? Or perhaps you were just emulating your calmness subconsciously..?”

“That could be it. I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“Oh, sorry, am I overanalyzing? Sorry-”

“No, no, you’re totally right.”

You’ll ruffle his hair affectionately, and he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder while he continues to examine your piece :]

Nya

I’m gonna be honest, I don’t see Nya as the type to get all deep over the meaning of art

Like, if it’s pleasing to the eye she’ll appreciate it, but she doesn’t think about it too much

It’s just too abstract for her tastes; the pseudo-reasoning of art critics gets on her nerves

But for your work she makes an exception

Well, not really an exception—she doesn’t take to pseudo-reasoning

She knows you, she knows your feelings, so when she sees your work, she sees a piece of you in it

It’s something she doesn’t see in other art pieces; she doesn’t know the artist, so it’s nothing more than a visual piece for her

But with your pieces, she can dig deeper because she knows deeper information

That’s why she loves your work, and why she loves watching you work

You’re the only artist that makes her feel like she really understands art, and for that she appreciates you

(She still thinks that most critics talk out of their asses though)

On that note, she will fight your critics. She will hunt them down and make them regret ever trying to “understand” your work

“Tch, look at this idiot. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about! He doesn’t know you!”

“Nya, he’s complimenting my work-”

“But he doesn’t understand it!”

Honestly you think it’s a little funny how she’s unintentionally become one of those critics who argue about a piece’s meaning

Only for you though ;)

Pixal

She has a vast trove of knowledge, but feeling is something she often struggles with

There are few things that actually give her profound emotions

Your art is one of those things

The fact that it came from you, that your hands crafted it…

It stirs something in her, and suddenly the shapes and colors come to life

She asks you about it often, trying to understand

“Why is it… calming?”

“Well, I suppose I used some pretty muted colors, and the imagery is kinda peaceful… I dunno, does it calm you?”

“Yes. It makes me feel calm.”

Obviously you’re proud of her for better recognizing her emotions

And she’s proud of herself!!

Your art helps her understand a part of her that she’s only beginning to explore

And, since it comes directly from you, she credits you with the help :)

She loves to see your finished work, but she also finds herself mesmerized by your creative process

Watching the piece come together, each motion bringing it closer to completion, helps her understand the art itself

She tells herself that it helps her understand her feelings, too

Even though she knows that not every piece is dedicated to her, she always thanks you for showing her your work <3

Thanks for this request!! And thank you for reading, take care you little rockstars <33

(divider by saradika)

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marbarmars-arts · 1 year

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So...I MAY have been collecting Fawfuls like pokemon cards <3

(and what the heck do I mean by that exactly??) WELL in a discord GC my friend Parmy suggested we’d imitate each other’s art styles as like a collab of sorts? Well...I kinda took that a step further heheh ^^

(And fun fact...this was supposed to be something I was gonna do for AU day of Fawful month too, but that idea got cut due to time)

So may I present...the different Fawfuls I drew!! For my friends/cool acquaintances!

So the one who led up to this in the first place, Fawful from @parmsnik AU!! He is dating/eventually marrying Naspi depending on where you’re at in the AU haha! Your way of drawing Fawful seems to change a little bit each time you draw him, so I tried to my best to guestimate a consistent looking Fawf! Very cute!

Up next is Fawful from @the-spacewaffle AU!! Yippee Ronnie’s AU! Thanks for being my friend for so long,,to talk about Fawful and all that stuff y’know? I’ll be cheering you on to complete the story qwq your Fawful is always so nice to my OCs when we crossover khskdjh also...pet the Reddo!

Eee yay now it’s @snuffydoo Fawful and his AU title I totally made up on the spot! I know you don’t really have a name for that kind of thing and it doesn’t have to be canon but I hope you think it’s cute anyways haha! I had a lot of fun drawing this one!! It’s so stylized! AND IT HAS DIMMY (I enjoy your Dimmy artstyle sm) but I don’t draw Spamton very often kjhskgh

Here’s @federthenotsogreat Fawful AU of sunshine goodness~! HE RETURNITH (and since I couldn’t think of another character to feature with your AU...not knowing if Cackletta is there or not jhgskg I gave him a cute little swirly sun!) I admire the fact his outfit is mostly YELLOW and also blue those are cool colors OH AND THAT LEG TOO, also super cool :)

The smol and cute @omgtheywereroomates Fawf! Your ask blog is so neat! I know I don’t ask too many questions there but I just,,,the cartoony fluffy hair?? Love that, and also thank you for your support and the super cool ship as well ^^

Heheee yeah hey it’s @cammiluna Fawful from Immortal Fool! Before you say anything YES I’m aware he’s got the new design since it’s near the end of the comic, you released the page that featured said new design while I was already working on this drawing xD So whoops! I just wanted to give appreciation to your comic series that you continued despite everything, and well...I know I haven’t shown much progress on it, I also want to make a comic series...so you’ve inspired me a lil :D

Deep down here there’s a little AU by @aliencatwafers which features Fawful in the sewers! With the little baby bros!! You’re a very insightful and inspiring writer with plenty of neat headcanons and ideas for the bean! Ik you mostly draw in pencil but I took the colors from your submissions to Fawful month this year and used em here! Hope it looks cool!

This little gremlin here with the two moms is Fawful from @bean-n-shroob ask blog! He looks very silly and unhinged (in a good way) and I hope he’s having a good time since after BIS! I love how round your designs are and Fawf is no exception :D

Last but not least is this VERY soft Fawful from @localdealmaker and their AU, whose title I made up too (again doesn’t need to be canon or anything if you don’t want it to be, I just wanted to give every drawing a cute name ^^) I think yours was the most complicated to draw for me but I love how he looks, so squish!! Kaboo is cute too!

WHEW THAT WAS A LOT OF TYPING KSJHKGH but yeah I hope you guys have enjoyed this...I might make another part someday full of more Fawful designs from friends but I AM A LITTLE BURNT OUT...doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun tho!

#Marbars2023 #Fawful #AU #oc x canon #Superstar Saga #partners in time #bowsers inside story #dimentio #spamton #cackletta #baby mario #baby luigi #Naspi #Reddo #Kaboo #so many Fawfs!

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robyn-goodfellowe · 1 month

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Hi uhh idk how to say it but any tips on writing in general? I really wanna write my story I have stored in my doc but I don’t know where to start.

hello!! i am very honored that you came to ME to ask because i love to talk about writing, so thank you :) with that being said this might get a little long so ill put everything under a readmore, but all of my advice can be summarized like this

tl;dr: just start!!!

i KNOW. in my soul. that there's genuinely nothing more every aspiring writer hates to hear than "just start" lol but it really does come down to that. just start. whatever you put on the page doesnt have to be PERFECT, it just has to be there. my first drafts for anything are never solid. my initial drafts are NEVER the quality of the final

and its through careful, consistent rewriting that it becomes something more palatable and fun/easy to read. what ive noticed a lot of new writers do (and i used to be very prone to this as well) is that they go into their drafts expecting to drop their final product there, and aim for perfection. i cannot stress enough that perfection is THE ENEMY in literature. you can rewrite things thousands of times for it to turn out imperfect in the end, and thats OKAY. you'll end up with a draft you like eventually, but don't expect yourself to find it right away. it takes me a lot of consistent writing sessions to have a paragraph that im satisfied with. itll come to you naturally

but the best advice i can offer is really just ... START. open google docs and just write down your thought process, whatever that looks like for you. maybe its the summarisation of a few scenes you like, maybe its a chunk of an out of context paragraph. whatevers in your head, put it on paper and see where you can go from there. thats really the only way you can start

outside of that some of my big things are being consistent and READING. i write for at minimum half an hour every day (not always fic lol! i am a creative writing major, am working on my manuscript and also trying to get published in some small-scale literary magazines and sites. so im always working on something, basically) and its probably the only thing in my life i am super consistent about. maintaining a habit and making yourself write even when you dont "feel like it" or cant find motivation is the best way to keep writing long term. and reading, well, how i like to put it to my friends is that creativity is like a well. you cant keep drawing from it without filling it up eventually. you need good writing and good words to inspire you so you can keep drawing from your creative well. when im not writing im reading and you should be too. you really cant have one habit without the other

are really immersing myself in the world that i've created for my silly little guys. i am, at all times of the day, immersed into my stories one way or another. im almost constantly curating pinterest boards, or making playlists, or sharing it with my friends (the last one is highly important. the best way to stay encouraged is to have someone to share with) and so theres not really a day when im not thinking about what i want to write to some extent

but yeah basically thats all of the advice i can offer. write, write, write and don't be afraid for it to be not perfect. nobody is perfect, you are human. so just have fun with it

hope this can help ssomewhat! :)

#answered #writing #tql spoilers #<- used a scene from it as an example!#im not a professional though (YET) so please take all of my advice with a grain of salt #use what works and ignore the rest #also that doodle is very old but i think its still fitting

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bfiaflbox · 4 months

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So this is how it starts - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Matty x original female character

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing; mentions of: misoginy, cancer (in the past), infertility

Disclaimer: some of what the ofc is experiencing is rooted in my lived reality, however I lie for plot purposes a lot. I draw inspiration from things that I read somewhere or that actually happened to me or my friends. It's not proof read and English is my second languageso there's either too many commas or not enough commas.

Further disclaimer: yes I know it's not *that* hard to wrap a pan, it's very hard however to make it look nice...

"So you and Matty hit it off last night" it's not a question.

I'm on the phone with Carly after a "call me when you get this" message she sent me at 7am the following Saturday.

"Why would you think that??"

"Adam literally showed me the group chat where Matty called you "fit"" she laughs.

"Fucking hell, that sounds like we're back in year 9" I roll my eyes although she can't see it.

"Don't avoid the subject. What happened after you guys left for the tube station" she makes it sound like a conspiracy.

"We did just that. We went to the tube station and then home"

"I feel like you're leaving out *a lot* of details and one to three major plot points"

"fiiiine" i groan but have to laugh as well "it's ridiculous. Halfway down the road we decided to get another drink. We sat in a bar and talked until we were thrown out and then we went home"

"Liar"

"Not a lie" technically.

"Come oooon, I haven't been on a date in *ages*! I live vicariously through you" I hear Adam saying something in the background that I can't quite make out and they both giggle at something.

"I have to insist that this definitely wasn't a date and it really wasn't that exciting. Anyway, like I said, halfway down the road to the tube station Matty asked if I really wanted to go home or if I was up to get a drink with him. I said yes and so we went to a pub that was kind of crowded but we managed to get a seat at the bar. We talked about ... anything really. He thought it was kind of unfair that I had a pretty much clear Idea of what he does for a living and asked about being a tattoo artist and running a shop and all that. He told me about BJJ, I told him about growing up with five siblings. We got a bit drunk and I think at some point I kind of insulted him as "the queen of juxtaposition" or something, it was good fun...I think. Did I mention that we both were quite drunk? Fuck, I swear I made a proper fool out of myself."

"Yeah, you do that when you're drunk" Carly laughs.

"Thanks, I'm mortified... Well at some point he had to go to the toilet and some bloke thought he could take Matty's seat and chat me up. Next thing I know Matty's having a row with that guy and the bartender threw us out to prevent a pub fight."

"And there I was thinking you were thrown out because they were closing and you stayed that long because the conversation was just sooooo good" Carly interjects in a slightly mocking tone.

"Yeah, well, no. We had a laugh about it and went on to the tube station. Turned out he wasn't planning on taking the tube and just wanted to bring me. But yeah, that was it."

"Have you talked since?

"It's literally been nine hours and nope. I don't even have his number" fucking idiot not getting his number.

"Well that can be arranged, wait a sec"

My phone chimes with a message from Carly who just sent me Matty's contact info.

"Excuse you? You can't just give out personal information like that?!" I'm kind of glad she did though.

"Make it a good story at your guys' wedding and we're even"

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Do I text or call? Text or call, text or call? I kind of want to hear his voice but I don't want to disturb hin in case he's in the middle of something. But calling is more personal, however, he doesn't even know I have his number and that's super creepy. Fuck, why is this so agonizing. Fuck it, I'll text him.

Me: Hey Matty, this is Hannah from last night. You know, the tall and pretty one :P Carly gave me your number in an act of rebellion against data security, hope you don't mind. Did you get home safe?

His answer comes in a matter of minutes.

Matty: Hello! Tall and pretty indeed. I did get home safe, although I feel like I should be the one asking you this.

Me: We're both alive and well it seems.

Matty: Good. Will you go on another date with me?

Me: What do you mean "another"?

Matty: Avoiding the question!

Me: Not avoiding, clarifying! but yes, I will go on a date with you.

Matty: Another! :)

Me: Seriously, is drunk shit talking and almost getting punched by some bloke your Idea of a date? That wasn't a proper date, my friend.

Matty: Who made you the Master of Proper Dates?

Me: Not you apparently

Matty: Also I would like to clarify that I do martial arts for self defense not to get into fights with random strangers.

Me: yeah keep telling yourself that

Matty: You're sassy, you know that?

Me: yeah, I do sometimes hang out with myself.

Matty: About that date... You free Friday?

Almost one whole week? My heart sinks a tiny little bit.

Me: yes, I'm free Friday.

Matty: Then it's a date. The second one.

Me: Serisously, that's such a weird hill to die on

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On Sunday he sends me a picture of him in a park with Adam and Baby Hann and captions it: "Is it possible we have a favorite person in common?". I know he's referring to the child but I can't help but reply "I don't like Adam *that* much??" which earns me a bunch of laughing emojis.

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On Monday I send him a photo of my super messy kitchen after trying to cook a halfway decent meal and caption it with "if one of your future date ideas involves cooking, I'm out" to which he replies: "A woman who doesn't love to cook? you will never make a man happy :P"

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He calls me on Tuesday evening just as I'm in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents. "What are you up to at the moment?" he asks innocently enough.

"I'm trying to not lose my mind while gift wrapping?"

"For Christmas?? It's only the beginning of December!"

"And I hate Christmas shopping so each year I make one day at the beginning of December designated Christmas-present-day where I get all the gifts I need to get so I can relax for a whole year after that. Except for the part where I need to figure out how to wrap a pan"

"A pan?"

"Yeah you know the cooking thing. It's almost like a pot but..."

"I know what a pan is, woman" he laughs.

"It sounded like you wanted an explanation. I'm not judging, there are a lot of complicated words."

"you're such a menace. I meant why are you giving away pans for Christmas? that's a bit of a... weird gift?" he's still laughing.

„Hey, it's a nice pan and my sister-in-law asked for one, I’m not weird, I promise“

"I can't believe I'm asking this but do you want help wrapping gifts?"

"You mean now?"

"Yeah, I'm still at the studio but that's not too far from where you said you lived"

"Honestly, Matty, that would save my sanity and my evening"

"Cool, then I'm coming over"

"The place is a mess and tiny so don't expect much"

"Seriously, Hannah, you don't cook, you don't clean, what ever are you doing with your time??" his tone is obviously mocking.

"Be nice, I have a pan to hit you with if you get too cheeky"

"Uuuh, maybe I'm into that??"

"Please, don't be?"

We both laugh, I give him my address and we hang up.

An hour later I open the door to an overly excited Matty holding a bottle of red wine and grinning from ear to ear.

He hands me the bottle and adds "It sounded like you could use the moral support"

"Matty, I have to confess something to you" I say in a serious tone.

His expression changes and he furrows his brow. "What is it? Is everything ok?"

"I'm afraid I'm more of a white wine girly" I say with a mocking sad expression and a pout

"Pffffff, I thought you liked that Malbec the other day just fine"

"And I felt like a proper French philosopher drinking it"

"Fucking French philosopher" he laughs.

I lead him into the living room where the epitome of the gift wrapping mess is located and get two glasses from the kitchen. He pours the wine, takes a glass and looks around.

"Cosy" he nods

"Messy" I sigh

"Did you manage to wrap the pan?"

"Not yet"

"Why don't you just put it in a box and wrap that?"

"Thought of that, but I don't have a box that fits the fucking thing"

"Ok teamwork then" He takes a sip of the wine, puts his glass down on the coffee table, claps his hands and goes "what do you need me to hold?"

And that is how Matty and I end up on my living room floor, me giving instructions and cutting tape, him holding the paper in place, until it is finally done and the fucking pan is wrapped in paper.

"You could turn it upside down, draw a face on it and sell it as a duck"

"No more experiments, I'm just happy the fucking thing is wrapped in something"

We drink some more wine and wrap some more gifts although none of them prove to be as challenging as the pan.

"Hey will you help me wrap my gifts... later in December... when I actually manage to get something?" he asks and for a second he seems kind of shy

"Only if there's wine again"

"Just tell me which wine you like"

"Pinot Grigio"

"Whatever that is"

"You're the wine nerd??"

"I never said that!" he laughs.

His phone he had placed on the coffee table, before making himself comfortable on the floor, rings. I instinctively look and see the caller ID says "Denise".

"Oh sorry, I have to get that" he takes the phone and goes to my tiny kitchen.

I try not to follow the conversation which is kind of impossible in my rather small flat. He doesn't say much but I can make out a "looking forward to seeing you tomorrow" and that he ends the call with "love you".

My heart sinks. He has a girlfriend? Of course he has. That was to be expected when I think about it. He's handsome, successful, fills arenas with girls who love him... and on top of that he's funny and lovely. What a fool am I to believe he could ever be interested in me...

Matty comes back in the living room and just says "Sorry 'bout that"

"'s alright" I mumble. Yeah good job hiding your disappointment.

"Actually I probably should get going, it's getting late and you most likely have work tomorrow?"

"I do, yeah... Thanks so much for your help and the wine" I try my best at a fake smile.

"See you Friday?" he asks and I almost answer that no we won't see each other on Friday and that the date is off since he's obviously not single and I don't date men who aren't single, but I also don't want to explain to him that I kind of listened to a private conversation of his so I just choke out a "hmm yeah, see you Friday" before closing the door behind him.

Chapter 3

#matty fic #matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #the1975fanfic #matty healy x oc #Matty x oc #this is how it starts

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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hi ! I’ve been wanting to request a sumin x reader one shot for a while but I haven’t got the inspiration , while I checked your song prompt list I saw Jk’s ICONIC song. Still with you. So here’s more context cuz my mind went CRAZy abt this. sumin and reader met in college , they both were in the same arts class , with their commun friend , Jinsik. Reader is an outgoing person , they (you can use any pronouns I don’t have preference ) are the type of person who isn’t scared to talk to new persons or to make new friends. And actually reader is quite popular for their bubbly personality too. So reader and Sumin met at their usual art class. Everything’s went well during the year and they grew closer and closer. Until prom. The party ended , and it was raining , everyone went back home , but sumin and reader. Sumin told reader about his and jinsik’s idols career and reader told about their career too , like reader is either a trainee under a big compagne like hybe or jype, up to you! And sumin’s thought are the lyrics ykkk

Time flew by and they don’t talk as much as they used to , if I may say they don’t talk at all lately. But they both are stuck in each other’s mind , so one rainy days , after a long time no see each others , they met. They both were walking alone in the rain , reader with an umbrella and sumin just walking , soaking wet from the rain. But when he met reader’s eyes all his thought vanished and he wasn’t thinking about anything but reader and his feeling for them

This kind of vibe yk! Like old lover type of stuff

you don’t have to follow what I wrote at all it’s just for u to see what I meant by that and the kind of vibe I want

anyways have a good day! Love !

♡︎보고 싶었어요 - Sumin♡︎

♡︎Title: I Miss You

♡︎Special Thanks Too: strawbe3rryyayy, Sumin, Xikers

♡︎Note: sorry this took so long I've been writing short formed story's since that's all I have time for so sorry if this seems rushed or anything of the sort, also remember I have a 25 days till Christmas prompt going on rn your free to request whatever prompt and whoever you want (EMF pump is a small box that puts off lots of energy used for ghost hunting)

♡︎TW: slight angst : cursing : gender not specified but I probably called reader a girl :

♡︎Prompt: Still With You - Jungkook

♡︎Words: 1011

♡︎Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers @mxlly143

You never took your popularity for granted, never joining the group of girls who think they're hot shit, taking everything with a grain of salt. You had a decent amount of friends. Always jumping to help others, always conversing in the halls during free time, a people-person, is what people would describe you as. A normal day in art, you and your good friend Jinsik were sitting and talking, “oh right, my friend Sumin is supposed to transfer today, he’s a lot like you, i think you'll like him” Jinsik said, sketching an eye on his paper. “Like me? You mimicked, looking up from your own paper, in response Jinsik nodded, “yeah, he's super friendly you’ll balance each other” Jinsik said, lifting his head to look at you.

“What makes you think I'm willing to get along with him?” you teased, Jinsik dead panned at you, a few small giggles left your mouth “ok sorry your friend sounds lovely” you giggled. Jinsik rolled his eyes, focusing back on the drawing in front of him, a few minutes later a group of kids called your name drawing your attention to them. Getting up you quickly walked to their table, sitting in the empty seat, giggles and laughter echoed from the table as you helped them with their work. “All I'm saying is if you want an A use black paper with a white pencil, the teacher eats it up” you giggled, the students laughing and listening. Almost 20 minutes later you made your way back to your desk, stopping to see a male with green hair in your seat. Putting on a huge smile as you made your way in front of your desk, the guy looked confused “told you someone sits there” Jinsik giggled.

“Dont worry about it, you can have my seat” you said quickly stopping him from standing “what's your name?” you asked, pulling a chair up sitting in front of him. “Sumin” the boy now known as Sumin giggled “what's yours?” Sumin asked tilting his head slightly to the side, “yn, nice to meet you Sumin” you giggled holding out your hand waiting for a hand shake, Sumin reached up shaking your hand energy raiding off him like an EMF pump. “Sorry for taking your seat” Sumin rubbed the back of his neck slightly embarrassed, “don't be it's fine you just wanted to sit next to your friend i understand” you giggled, Sumins eyes slightly lit up “your even kinder than Jinsik said!” Sumin giggled. 30 Minutes of you and Sumin talking and Jinsik being the third wheel later, the three of you made your way to the cafeteria, you and Sumin slightly ahead of Jinsik talking.

“damn , kinda feel like a third wheel..” Jinsik mumbled, you and Sumin bursted out laughing, the three of you sat at a table in the middle of everything, “do you normally sit here” Sumin asked, before you got a chance to answer Jinsik answered for you, “people like to come up and sit with us” Jinsik said getting comfortable in his seat, “they really need to put better seats in here” you mumbled shifting uncomfortably in your seat, Sumin and Jinsik hummed in agreement, you and Sumin started talking again, kids came and left, this routine went on for a year till the end of school.

“Yn i think you should go, it's the end of school for our whole lives.” Jinsik said laying on your bed, “yeah he’s right, it’ll be fun you won't even have to stay the whole night” Sumin said, “are you two working together now?” you giggled, after hours of convincing from both of your friends you agreed, “What y’all think about this one?” you said holding up an outfit, Jinsik scrunched his nose “too revealing” He said, Sumin sighed “you'll look great in it” Sumin said standing up holding the outfit out to see it properly, “your so weird” Jinsik said rolling on his stomach, Sumin slightly rolled his eyes, causing you too giggle. “Finally!” Jinsik said dramatically, standing up. “Woah…you look…” Sumin said trying to find the right words “ugly? Throw up? Death? Absurd? Disgusting?” you asked jokingly,“nono amazing!” Sumin said a faint blush forming on his face, Jinsik took notice of the faint blush, chuckling making his way out your bedroom door.

The party went just like you thought, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of noise, making your way outside breathing in the fresh air, you heard the door shut, “partied out?” Sumin jokes “overwhelmed too much noise” you giggled, Sumin nodded in response “we’ll still be friends after college right?” Sumin asked doubt falling on his face, “I hope so, we never know what the future has for us, so I can't confirm nor deny” you sighed, turning to face Sumin, you noticed people start leaving “id head home before the rain starts” a girl said passing by. You and Sumin walked home together.

Jinsik sent a text saying he had already arrived home. “It's just…yn look….me and Jinsik are in a boy group called Xikers…once collage ends tomorrow, we won't have as much freedom as we do now..” Sumin said, looking down at the ground, “Sumin..” you mumbled grabbing his attention “im a trainee..i understand” you said grabbing his hand reassuringly “a trainee?” Sumin questioned “yeah under hybe, so i wont have free time either but we can try thats all that matters” you said softly, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand.

That conversation was the last you'd have with Sumin, Jinsik old text left with a thumbs up from your end. That was until you and Sumin crossed paths 4 years later at Kcon “Although I'm standing still under the frozen sunset, I want to walk towards you one step at a time, Still with you, Dark room, no lights, I shouldn't get used to it, but I'm used to it again” Sumin thought to himself before making him way up to you, rebuilding the forgotten friendship, this time growing to something much more.

#x reader #xikers reactions #xikers imagines #x xikers #xikers x reader #xikers #xikers one shots #xikers sumin #xikers sumin x reader #sumin x reader #sumin one shots #sumin xikers #sumin imagine #xikers imagine #kpop x reader

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mrssabinecallas · 2 years

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I Got You

No callsign this time! Reader is a civilian character.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd / Fem!Reader

In which a shy navy pilot is finally pushed by his friends to speak to the new barista at their favorite bar.

Warnings!! Fluff, mentions of a panic attack and anxiety, a really shitty ending cause im super tired but anyways

Yeah i lied about the three fic rotation, im not super into Hangman so its hard to get inspired to write for him.Rooster is def my favorite, but im really coming around to bob :))

Bob thought he was pretty tough. He may not look like it, but he could withstand a heavy force of gravity and many twists and turns at a high altitude.Yet, he lost all confidence and mental strength he had when he took one look at the new barista in the Hard Deck.

It wasn’t just an,”Oh damn, she’s kinda cute,” look either. It felt like he got hit by a truck. And it didn’t go unnoticed by his friends. Phoenix followed his line of sight to see you serving drinks behind the bar like you were born for it. In her point of view, Bob looked absolutely dumbstruck, like a lost puppy. Everyone else seemed to take notice, too. How could they not? You were a hot new take and god knows they needed one.

“Damn, she’s fine,” Hangman commented, and Bob shot him a look. “Woah, Baby on Board, you’re like, head over heels.” Hangman smirked.

“I... No I’m not. It’s just like you said, she’s cute,” He said, stuttering over his words. It didn’t convince anyone.

“Whatever you say, Bob. But if you don’t make a move, I’m gonna,” Rooster claims, and Bob went red. He just shrugged silently and diverted his eyes to his shoes. His anxiety was too high to deal with their nonsense right now.

Rooster got up and strutted over to the bar to get your attention.

“What can I get for ya, sir?” You turned to him while making someone else’s drink.

“Hey, could I get a beer, and let you know that my friend over there thinks your pretty cute,” He gestured over to the pool table with his head. “The one with the glasses, in the chair.”

“Well tell your friend to come over here and say hi,” you handed him his drink and replied with a welcoming smile, before turning to the next guest to serve.

When Bob heard about Rooster’s little escapade, he was embarrassed. Little did he know, you had been peeking at him from our spot at the bar. He was cute, you’d give it to him, in an adorable nerd way. His colleagues were hot, but you still found yourself looking at him as the bar died down. When he caught your stares, he turned bright red. You offered a warm smile and a little wave, and he decided he might as well say hi.

He stood, drawing unwanted attention to himself, and walked towards you. His fellow pilots cheered him on and whistled his way, and he turned impossibly more red.

“Hi, what can I do for-” you stopped yourself mid sentence as you looked up to find Bob.

“H-Hi. Um, I just wanted to say hi and-” He fiddled with his fingers and pulled at the collar of his khaki uniform. “Is it hot in here? Just me?” His breathing became erratic, and he was shaking.

“Hey, c’mon, lets go get some air, it’s stuffy in here,” You grabbed him by the arm and led him out to the deck. “Hey, hey, you’re all good.”

“S-sorry, my, uh, my anxiety is messing up, um..” he still wasn’t breathing correctly.

“Don’t apologize, my anxiety spikes when i talk to cute guys, too. I’d be lying if i said i wasn’t anxious,” you tried to calm his nerves, but as soon as you realized what you said you were done for.

“I- uh, didn’t mean to say that outloud, um.. But don’t be stressed. I got you.”

Eventually, his anxiety evened out, and you continued a more normal conversation.

“Um, sorry to bring it back up, but did you mean what you said earlier.. about, um, thinking I’m cute?” He refused to look at you while saying it, but you grabbed his chin and gently guided him to look at you.

“Yes, I did Bob.”

Needless to say, his anxiety shot right back up, but he wasn’t complaining. He felt as if he was on cloud nine, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d said. Even after you closed and he had gone home, and taken a shower and laid in bed. It rang through his head like it was all he could think about.

“I got you.”

#robert floyd #bob top gun #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #missbayside

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iapetusneume · 11 months

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Wing Tier List - Primarch Version

So, because my partners encouraged me to write this and there seems to be a few mutuals who are interested, I’ve compiled my Wing Tier List for the Primarchs. This is inspired by this post about an exchange between Jaghatai Khan and Mortarion shortly after Mortarion ascended to be a Daemon Primarch. I am in no way an expert in 40k tabletop rules or lore - these rulings were made mostly off of Vibes with a dash of the lore that I know - or of wings on fictional characters. I’m just someone who has spent way too much time thinking about this.

I should also mention that, while it is impossible for me to be Normal about liking Sanguinius, this did not influence the actual rankings.

(I’m going to try to use official art as best I can.)

So, let’s get to it!

Contender: Sanguinius of the Blood Angels

Because to start off with anyone else would be heresy. His wings are so well-known that he carries the nickname “the Angel” among his brothers as well as the other Legions. Jokingly and lovingly called Hawk-Boy by fandom. Commonly-known in canon as one of the two most prettiest primarchs. Wings so significant that when I went to google “which primarchs have wings” to make sure I wasn’t missing someone Obvious, I got this:

Yeah, I didn’t even say Sanguinius in my search, but Google just Knew. (And also, thank you so much to @plagueplanethq for helping me fact-check how many Primarchs actually have wings.)

Anyways. Sanguinius is first to be evaluated because he’s the OG winged-primarch. He’s also happens to be the only Loyalist on this list.

Analysis: When setting out to do the look for Sanguinius, the original artists leaned in super hard to the “Angel” keyword and not so much the “vampire” part. If you showed me a picture of Sanguinius before I was into 40k and asked me what he is, I would have never guessed “vampire.” I have seen these sorts of wings hundreds of times. Are they nicely done? Oh definitely. Does he make it look good? Absolutely. How unique is it? ...not really? He’s an angel, and has white wings. The artists understood the assignment and did a great job, but this isn’t exactly new:

7 / 10

Contender: Angron of the World Eaters

Analysis: When a dude has a nickname like “the Red Angel,” well, of course he’ll eventually get wings. I was a little worried at first that this was going to be too much “traditional demon or devil” wings, but I do like some of the detail on the model! Doing skin and/or scales for the wings also feels more practical for someone pledged to Khorne, because it feels like a chance of less maintenance than if feathers get all messy. (IRL birds will go take baths and such when they need it, but is Angron going to bother? That’s up for debate.) The spikes are very nice, and the few holes in the wings add some personality. It’s also a good reminder that they’re flying because magic and because the Warp laughs in the face of science. Consider me pleasantly surprised:

7 / 10

Contender: Magnus the Red of the Thousand Sons

Analysis: Feathers make sense for the guy pledged to a god who has birb motifs going on. I really appreciate the fact that these feathers are distinct, and have a bit of character. Also, honorable mention to hexygoblin‘s paint job here, which is stunning. He’s definitely got the best feathers on wings. I also feel like Tzeentch would appreciate a bit of style:

8 / 10

Contender: Fulgrim of the Emperor’s Children

Analysis: It is truly a shame that we don’t have a more current model for Daemon Primarch Fulgrim. I am forced to go off of the vibe of the model and that first image of him screaming to try to make a wing assessment. This looks fairly standard for what one might think of demons or devils, and I gotta say, I’m not impressed? The second drawing suggests feathers, which would make sense for the Phoenix. Mostly, I would expect the primarch who pledged themself to the Lord of Excess to be more... excessive? I’ve seen some cool fanart for different wing interpretations for Fulgrim, but I’m trying to go off of ‘canon’ as much as I can here:

5 / 10

(I will have to reassess one day when he gets a new Daemon Primarch model. Maybe we don'thave one yet because it isn't perfect.)

Contender: Mortarion of the Death Guard

Analysis: I’m definitely getting moth vibes from the way the wings are done on the model. This model was also designed a bit more naturally to look like he’s flying. Artist took the prompt of “decay, so probably flies” and gave him flies on the model, which means bonus wings. But this isn’t a “how many wings” contest, this is for “coolest wings.” (Mortarion would win for sheer quantity of wings because of all of the flies.) There’s no way he’s flying with those wings without Warp Shenanigans. I feel like these are the most unique out of all of them. The paint job and also how the wings looks like they’re trying to be tatters also suggests the futile fight against entropy, which is the Lord of Decay’s bag:

9 / 10

Honorable mention (since he’s not a primarch) is Vashtorr, because I wanted a 10 / 10 on this list:

Coolest wings, for sure. Should they be able to fly? Absolutely not. But Chaos Gods don’t care what you think is logical.

10 / 10

*drumroll* WINNER OF THE [PRIMARCH] TIER LIST IS...........

MORTARION!

#sanguinius #angron #magnus the red #fulgrim #mortarion #primarch #40k shitposting #please do not take this seriously #also Daemon Primarch Fulgrim model WHEN???#i saw so many kitbashes when trying to google primarchs with wings

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(5) what’s your art style?

(6) what’s a specific thing you can draw and never get tired of?

(7) do you o you have a favorite book/movie/show?

(8) yet not having any idols, are you a fan of many diffrent creators and take inspo of them? (You don’t have to awnser this one, you actually don’t have to awnser any of these btw.)

((THERE YA GO. >:3))

Oooo~ yay more questions :)) (sorry if my typing is a bit wonky I just woke up LMAO)

5) uhh honestly I dunno, people have said it's realistic with cartoony features other people call it a weird more cartoony form of anime, ig just my own style?? Cause I see where they're coming from I have taken inspo from all those things and shaped it into something of my own style:)).

6) Zip. She's pretttyyyy much the one thing I've been drawing since day one of digital. Now I did have this other OC I did draw non stop their name was like XZIRLIC?? (All caps cuz I'm sure that how I wrote it on paper 💀) I've been thinking of re-drawing them but they are a WILD OC I have. I also have this horse pony thingy I don't think I ever gave it a name 💀.

7) For books uhhh I haven't really read anything too new to me. But there was a book a few years back around the time covid stuck up that I got from target 💀 it was called' a wolf called wander/wonder (can't remember) ' it was about this wolf that left their home after their clan died from this other wolf clan past the mountains seeking haven. It don't think I ever finished it 😭 I was thinking about re-reading it but I do have another new book I got. Movie? Mhmm I have a lot of those ig mostly John wick movies, a little free guy is good to, another good one I recently watched was bullet train. (I'm sure you can see where this is going 💀💀) so mostly comedic violence (No this doesn't go for like SAW or some bs that shit is nasty AF man.) My favorite show of all time is the good place. Shocker ikr /sar I got into it about mid way last year and has watched it over and over again it's become a comfort show of mine. I also like the concept of it with all the plot twists but also teaching people about philosophy!? That's fuckin awesome.

8) pfft I am a fan of a lot of creators- I really like @/whoectypes stuff I really like their OC designs and how they're building a world, they are also a super cool person in general. I'm not close to them I wouldn't even call each other friends or anything, more of moots, we both support each other and treat each other with respect. For another person?? @/cupsie most definitely, they were actually one of my first followers. And then we became like besties cuz yk we simp for ray- I mean ram- I mean cause of a common interest. I really like how they use pastels and they doo rubber hose soooo gooooooddddd arugh I just start jumping up and down and flapping my lil silly hands when I see their art /pos. Now I don't take inspo from any creators that I remember seeing on this app (or at least not intentional) alot of my inspiration comes from dali. **Insert dramatic duh duh DUHHH here** yeah dali. I grew up with dali, now the real question is, "how can a cartoonist be inspired to start drawing from a surrealist?!" Actually surrealism and cartoonism is actually VERY similar, look at the colors look at how proportions aren't correct, don't look directly at the picture look at what something has to be deemed surrealism and cartoonism in a modern day conversation (omg me actually being kinda stupid and smart 🤯). Anyways before we get off track is the question ' how? ' the answer to the question is **drum roll please** colors :p. And the flowy-ness of his art, you can see a lot of different ways I use like smoke or water, that's from looking at dalis work, same with all his vibrant colors ugh I love it. I didn't study off of him, oh no. I just live a bike ride away to a museum that features his work so granted I would go there like every other month or something stupid cause of school or families in town, so I'm quite familiar with his art. So as DR. Seuss there's a mini art gallery again a bike ride away and they change out the paintings and sculptures like every other month or something. So you get more familiar with his work. Same reasons as dali too color and flow.

#wow thats alot of words #JSJDJD #the spelling and punctuation errors are going to be wild cuz i judt woke up and i dont have my glasses #anyways i gotta get ready for school :p #artists on tumblr #qna

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justkpopjokes · 1 year

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Colour of You: Blue

Ft. Dino/Lee Chan × gender-neutral!reader

AU: college art majors, reader has synaesthesia (or mad colour theory skills if u want instead)

Word Count: 1.9k of bullet points

A/N: fun fact, I had sound-visual and smell-temperature syanesthesia as a kid! Anyway here’s a fic that I teased back in 2017 but am only now posting! I remember one of the first readers also had synaesthesia and left a sweet comment, so as an homage to them I leaned into it ^^

This boy’s college major is dance!!

I mean, what else? Cuz dang he is amazing at dancing

Like really good

Michael Jackson is his idol, inspiration, motivation, and inner beast

((Side note, “inner beast” is my new favourite Nick Offerman quote))

So, of course, his favourite move is the moonwalk

I mean, what else?

Well, he has others, but he says it’s the moonwalk to be the best fanboy

Theatrics aside, his favourite part of the day is meeting with other visual art majors in a huge open room

It’s their clubhouse of sorts, where people can come to collaborate on things related to their major(s) and bring in whatever they want for their projects (given that they can clean it up afterwards)

You’re in Chan’s college as a Studio Arts major (there’s a reason!!), so you also go to the same visual arts club after your classes!

You love looking at what everyone else is doing so you can sketch and paint them

People think you’re really good at representing people with colour

And in fact, it’s because you have synaesthesia!

So, overtime, you could identify people and then depict them in the colour your brain assigns them by drawing/painting them!

It’s a sweet gesture you do once in a while, which you sometimes gift to the person if you’re feeling particularly inspired

But in addition to your synaesthesia (and an alternative if you don’t think you can get with the synaesthesia plot line), you also mad good at colour theory and aesthetics

So people will often ask you to find them a colour that suits them the best!

Because of all that you’re pretty well known in your small studio arts major community

But lately, you’ve been keeping to yourself and don’t start conversations on your own

And like no one knows why?? Lmao

Simple answer: You’re crushing on that cute dancer, Lee Chan, whom you see at the visual arts club 👀

Originally, you came to this hangout room to hopefully make some friends

And you did make friends!! But also you became super smitten with this guy

Like he’s so cuuuuuteeeeeee talented and passionate

It makes your heart flutter when he dances and happens to look in your direction

But talking to him feels so intimidating so it’s a huge nope™

Your first meeting was so embarrassing; it was during the second time you were at the hangout spot

You had been sitting next to one of your new friends

You were feeling pretty bored though, so your eyes wandered to some guys who were practicing a dance they choreographed and decided to draw one of them

The guy was Chan, the best dancer you’ve ever seen!

You were quietly focusing on your sketching, capturing the motion and fluidity as best you can in a still drawing

While the dancers were taking a break, you were finishing your picture by adding off-set colours to represent movement

Shades of azure and teal blue splash onto the page, looking almost like an ocean wave

Chan just happens to looks over your shoulder as he passes by

Chan: “Hey, is that me?”

You: “OH. UM—did you not want to be? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Chan: “No no, it’s okay. It looks cool! I like the blue.”

You just.

Just nod. Yeah. Thanks.

(Hoooo boy that’s too many feelings to deal with right now—)

As the days went by, you drew multiple people on one page so it would seem a little less creepy

And you were never running out of people to sketch; there was always someone performing in the open floor area of the room, or people doing drawing challenges and sitting still enough for you to have a good reference

People were always so fascinated with the colours, even more so after you gave them a quick explanation that your brain assigned it to them

Sometimes people would even wear the colour you assigned to them the next day! It was a fun thing to see them match the colour you saw in your head

Thankfully, Chan didn’t seem to mind that you drew him again, too!

Whenever he’d pass your seat—where you were always doodling in your notebook—you would get really flustered because he’d look at you and say “your drawing style is amazing!”

You pour your heart and soul into your drawings of him just because of that

His kind soul deserves it!

After about a year of you drawing people and assigning them in that club, Chan suddenly comes up to you out of nowhere

You’re a bit confused and flustered since you weren’t actually drawing him that time

Chan: “Hi, Y/N. I heard you have, uh, synaesthesia? Is that right?”

You: “Mhm. I associate people with colours.”

Chan: “Cool, I thought I heard someone mention that. I have a question for you about that, actually.”

At this point, Chan is sitting next to you, so you’re a bit antsy and struggling to stay cool and not look weird and not seem like a creep

Chan: “Do you have a colour for my friend, Jun?”

You: “Who’s that?”

Chan: “Oh, he’s the tall guy with the brown hair over there. We’re on the same dance team.”

He laughs awkwardly a bit and at that point you’re unsure whether you should be embarrassed for not knowing or if he’s embarrassed for assuming you knew already

You: “Ohh, Junhui, yeah! He’s purple to me. Like, a shade of mauve, if you know what that is. That and a darker purple. Why?”

Chan: “I was thinking of getting him a gift. Something purple would be cool! I wonder if he’ll like that!”

Chan laughs again, this time with more heart

It’s sweet ^^ So cute okay stop fawning over him

After your very short chat, Chan waves goodbye and gets up to join his friends again, so you watch them block out a performance again

They’re planning to perform at the school’s perfoming arts festival at the end of the year, so they’ve been practicing any chance that they get

Cue the dramatic sigh

You never told anyone, but ever since you first saw him, you’ve always saw Chan as that same mix of azure and teal blue

You’ve always included blue in your drawings of Chan, even if he wasn’t wearing blue

You were actually finishing up a drawing of him now, which he saw again

Chan: “You know, Y/N, you should come watch us at the music festival! Maybe you could draw us performing?”

Then some random dude shouts

“OOH WAIT IS Y/N GOING TO DRAW OUR SPECIAL PERFORMANCE”

It turns out it’s Jun, who had immediately bounded over with excitement

Jun: “That would be so cool! Please watch Y/N please please it’s my last year performing”

CUE THE NERVOUS NOD YEAH OKAY I WILL!!

“Special performance” sounds interesting though, like what specifically is special about it other than Chan being there

Anyways the weeks up to the end of the year are obviously stressful, but you—along with the other arts majors—are anticipating Chan and his friends’ performance

Especially since they’ve organized for you to have a whole easel to work on with a good view of the stage!!

((Think like. Wedding painter vibes lol))

Finally, the day of the “special” performance, you’re set up at your wooden easel, far enough from the stage that you can see everyone

Considering you’d be watching a few performances, you brought quite a few canvases with you so you could paint some other stuff

Maybe even sell them to people at the festival 🤭 the performers would probably buy some

After all the performers have finished, the sun is beginning to set…and Chan still hasn’t performed yet??

Jun said they’d be last, but it’s starting to get dark so you’re losing precious light

But then the lights turn on and Chan and Jun, along with a couple of their friends, are on center stage!!

The crowd starts getting excited again and claps as the music begins

The 4 guys on stage are wearing all-white clothes and jackets, dancing to a modern but sort of slow melody

((Think the intro of ITZY’s Wannabe, something that’s going to give you goosebumps right before the music ramps up

Alternatively, you can imagine Dino’s mixtape Zero for all of this since it was the inspiration!!))

You get right to sketching, already having a plan!!

Wow the all-white really does make this seem like a wedding tho lmao

Then the lights start to dim, and the dancers do some sort of crazy formation

CUE THE BEAT DROP and suddenly theRE’S EXPLOSIONS OF CONFETTI AND COLOUR

All 4 guys on stage have ditched their white clothing and did a quick change, revealing the colourful fabric underneath

THE PARTY. HAS. STARTED!!!

2 of the guys, one being Jun, are wearing purple, just like you had mentioned to Chan before

Meanwhile, Chan himself (along with their remaining friend) is wearing blue!

💙💙💙 BLUE!! 💙💙💙

You’re so taken by surprise that you can barely remember what you’re doing

Everyone is dancing to the music at this point except you, sitting still in front of your easel, paintbrush in hand, jaw dropped, looking up at Chan with heart eyes

By the time the performance is over, you’ve managed to regain composure and depict the whirlwind of blue and purple on your canvas

Some confetti even gets stuck onto the canvas which is pretty cool

Many people passing by compliment you!! You sell a couple paintings too (nice)

But no one can beat Chan’s praise!!

Once he and his team go over to see what you’ve made, they’re blown away by the pop of cool tones you added to the canvas

(Jun wants to hang it up in their practice room lmao)

Once the festival is officially over and people are beginning to leave, Chan decides to help you clean up your paint supplies

You chat about his performance—turns out, he was the one who came up with the colour idea

Chan: “I really was thinking of getting Jun a gift since he’s graduating soon, but then I thought we could use your colours as a wow factor. I noticed you drew me in blue a lot, so I just guessed that was my colour.”

Chan had always been noticing you; after all, he loved your drawings

How creative they were,

The colours you assign to people,

How their colours never changed…

And how he was always those same shades of blue!

But around you, he never felt blue haha

Because he likes you even more than your drawings

In truth, he had a crush on you too, ever since he knew he inspired your wonderful art and you inspired him in turn

He finds you so cute

How you push your hair back when you’re thinking and he can see your face better

How you turn pink every time he walks by (yeah, he notices)

How he hears from your friend that you completely melt after he compliments you…

And he tells you all of this with the remaining adrenaline from his performance today

Which, of course, you confess that he’s right about that last thing…and that you like him too!

So all he can do is scoop you into a twirling hug and make you feel like an ocean wave of blue has washed over all your senses

Blue, the colour of you—both of you.

#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #lee chan imagines #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #jkj fics #.txt

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666writingcafe · 8 months

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Shopping Spree Goes Awry

Author's Note: In the original version, MC, Levi, Asmo, Beel, and Mammon are the ones that go out shopping for materials for the costumes for the school festival play. I am swapping out Beel for Simeon. The main reason is that I want to further explore the relationship between MC and Simeon, and I'm using the next few posts to do just that.

Also, wouldn't it be fun to know what the angel was thinking?

Simeon

Leviathan has invited MC and me to go downtown with him to pick out materials to make the play's costumes. Ever since he accepted that I'm the original author of The Tale of the Seven Lords, he has wanted my opinion on every little aspect of his designs.

I should find it endearing that Levi looks up to me that much, but instead I just end up wishing that he trusted his own instincts. I've seen pictures of his cosplay, and he does an excellent job recreating the character's energy.

Of course, our party of three quickly has turned into five. Asmodeus insisted that he tag along, and Mammon just showed up out of nowhere. Levi considers them intrusions, but I for one am glad that they joined us. Their presence will prevent anyone from commenting on how silent I am.

"Hey, check out that lingerie shop!" Asmo exclaims. The mannequins are dressed rather tastefully. The one in the center catches my attention. Both the fit and color would suit---

No. You cannot think about them that way.

"We're buyin' stuff to make costumes, not fill your wardrobe with a buncha junk!" Mammon replies. "Besides, why do you need skimpy underwear like that?

"As an actor, I need proper inspiration."

"Why am I not surprised?" MC asks. "What sort of 'inspiration' are you hoping to draw from wearing lingerie under your costume?"

"The type that make people fawn all over me." MC rolls their eyes.

"You're hopeless."

"Levi, didn't you say that you needed lace for the costumes?" I ask, wanting to give Asmo a legitimate reason to go inside. Levi absentmindedly nods his head, and I send Asmo on his way, instructing him to drop off any relevant material in his brother's room.

A few minutes later, we pass something in a shop window that makes Levi gasp.

"What is it?" MC questions.

"It's the super rare Ruri-chan themed Cup Cuties capsule toy machine!" Levi nearly shrieks. "It's full of little Ruri-chan figurines that you attach to the edge of a cup, and they're super adorable!" Before anyone can stop him, he rushes into the store, presumably to buy the toy machine.

"My brothers are a pain in the ass sometimes," Mammon mutters. "I mean, I understand why Asmo would get sidetracked, but Levi? All he's been doing for the past several days is brag how he gets to make costumes for the great Christopher Peugeot, so you would think he'd take this shopping trip more serious, but no, he has to prioritize his stupid anime over something actually important."

"Are you meaning to sound like Lucifer?" I playfully respond, which causes Mammon to glare at me.

"The temptation was too great for him to resist," MC adds. "You out of anyone ought to relate." It's interesting that they mention resisting temptation, because right now the desire to take them and---

You need to behave yourself.

"Yeah, yeah," Mammon remarks, not really paying attention to MC. "Has Levi sent either one of you possible designs for these costumes?"

"I have sketches," I answer. "They're saved on my phone." Mammon looks over my shoulder as I pull up my photo gallery and swipe through the screenshots I took of Levi's sketches.

"I actually know of a few fabric shops that might have what you guys are looking for," Mammon states once he's seen everything. "They're not in a super glitzy part of downtown, but the people that run them are quite knowledgeable in costume design. Just show 'em the pics, and they'll do the rest."

"What's the catch?" Once again, another dirty look from Mammon.

"Just because I'm a demon doesn't mean I always have bad intentions." Mammon looks over at MC. "I've seen how much stress you've been under, and I wanna help ya make sure this play goes smoothly, that's all."

"I appreciate it," MC replies. "Simeon, are you okay with Mammon taking the lead for a bit?"

"By all means. He's the one who knows where these shops are."

۞۞۞

The three of us are on our way to the House of Lamentation to drop off the multiple bags of fabric in Levi's room when we get stopped by someone clutching onto Mammon's leg.

"Papa!" the little one yells, looking up at Mammon.

"Huh?!" Mammon cries out in shock.

"Papa Mammon! Oh, I missed you sooo much!"

"Isn't that one of the number twos?" MC whispers, leaning over to me.

"You mean the little demons?" MC nods their head. "Looks like it."

"Oh, Papa, I don't believe you!" Number Two continues. "Wandering off and getting yourself lost like that! You're supposed to be an adult! I can't leave your side for one second, can I?"

"Why are you grabbin' onto my rear end?!" I allow myself the pleasure of pulling out my phone and filming the situation unfolding in front of me. Upon seeing what I'm doing, MC shakes their head, clearly not approving of my actions.

At the moment, I don't care. This is just too funny.

"MC!" Mammon shouts. "Pull this thing offa me!"

"Okay, Papa."

"Don't you start!'' Suddenly, Number Two gasps, and before anyone knows it, they've leapt into MC's arms.

"What's the big idea shovin' me away like that?! I almost fell over!"

"Oh Papa, you're so silly. One minute it's 'get off me', and the next it's 'don't push me away'. Really, what am I going to do with you, Papa?"

"Alright, Number Two," MC tells the little demon, patting its head. "I think you've given Mammon enough of a hard time."

"Number Two?" I quietly quit filming and stick my phone back in my pocket. "You're that tiny demon that hangs around inside the Demon Lord's castle, aren't ya?! What're you doing wanderin' around here?" Number Two clasps its hands together.

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked! So, here's what happened: Lord Diavolo and Mr. Lucifer left the castle on an investigation, you see. So I went with them, but then we got separated, and now I can't find them!" The mere thought appears to put tears in its eyes, although I can't tell if they're genuine or not.

"Well then, why not just call 'em on your D.D.D.?"

"He might not have it on him," I tell Mammon. "He may not even have one at all." Number Two turns its head to look at me.

"For your information, I do have a D.D.D., and I do have it on me, but the battery seems to be dead!"

"So, you have no way of contacting them," MC concludes. Number Two shakes his head. "Do you remember where they were headed?"

"The traveling carnival!" There's a traveling carnival? I don't remember seeing anything advertising it, unless I'm so oblivious that I missed it. That is possible.

"Why are Diavolo and Lucifer investigating the traveling carnival?"

"Well you see, they heard this rumor that the carnival is actually a front for an illegal casino!" Mammon looks like he's seen a ghost. "So they decided to go there to find out if it's true."

"We'll help you find them."

"Really? I'd be so grateful!" Mammon definitely knows something about this illegal casino. He's a bit too shifty-eyed to be innocent. His rambling seals his fate.

"You know, I totally forgot I've got this thing I've gotta do that's really important, and I still have to drop these bags off to Levi, so I'm not gonna be able to help you find this illegal casino--not that I know anything about any illegal casino, of course, but anyway, you three can just head to the carnival without me, and we'll catch up later."

"And just like that, he's gone," MC observes.

"I don't mean to be accusatory, but I think he knows about the illegal casino."

"You don't say?" MC looks amused, as though I'm the last one to reach this conclusion.

"Don't you have a pact with Mammon?" Number Two asks MC.

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you use it to make him stay?"

"I want him to think that he's escaped punishment for a bit. It'll devastate him that much more when he realizes we knew from the start." I know that demons have a tendency to rub off on humans, but that doesn't entirely explain the glint in MC's eye.

"In any case, we have to make sure the little one gets reunited with Lucifer and Diavolo," I state, changing the subject. "Which means that we need to head to the carnival."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me little d #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

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[With This Needle I’ll Stitch Our Bonds] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira, Rustica, and 2 Friends~ ♪

A Ceremony of Starlight, Stories, and Blessings ~Blessings for Chloe~ - Chapter 1

[Chloe’s Room]

Akira: Good afternoon, Chloe. May I come in?

Getting the go-ahead, I entered Chloe’s room to see him hunched over his desk, violet eyes sparkling as he passionately sketched out a new design.

Akira: Wow… Is that a new outfit? It’s so cool!

Chloe: Ehehe, thanks! These are gonna be the designs for our next mission!

Chloe: Inspiration suddenly struck me, so I wanted to get them down before I forgot.

Scattered across Chloe’s desk were a number of open sketchbooks. Upon one of them was a drawing of a shoe.

Akira: (What a stylish design…! Is it also for our next mission?)

Chloe: Alright, finished! Sorry to keep you waiting. What did you need from me?

Akira: I’m the one who should apologize for interrupting you. I just came by to invite you to the “Ceremony of Starlight, Stories, and Blessings.”

Akira: Since your birthday is coming up, I was hoping we could perform it together.

Chloe: Oh! This is the thing you did with Rustica!

Chloe: It’s that ancient ritual passed down to the Sage and their wizards, right? I heard the twins found it in an old tome!

Akira: You got it. Apparently, if it’s performed on an auspicious day, it will improve things like your powers, health, and even luck with money.

Chloe: I’ve also heard that it strengthens our bond with you!

Chloe: Thanks for telling me about it. I’d love to participate! I’m already looking forward to it!

A Ceremony of Starlight, Stories, and Blessings ~Blessings for Chloe~ - Chapter 2

[Akira’s Room]

Akira: …Alright, now that that’s done, who should I ask to write blessings for Chloe?

During the ceremony, Chloe will receive blessings from me, the Sage, and three other wizards with connections to him. However, I had no idea who exactly those three would be until…

*door crash*

Bradley: Yo! Sage!

Akira: Bradley!? What, what are you doing here…

Akira: Huh!? Rustica and Murr too!? Why are the two of you tied up!?

Murr: Ahaha! We’ve been caught! Meoooow!

Rustica: Fufufu, please excuse us for our unorthodox entrance, Master Sage.

The two wizards were tightly bound together by some kind of magical rope. With a sour look on his face, Bradley shoved them towards me.

Bradley: These two were makin’ a damn scene in the hallway, singin’ and dancin’ and mewlin’ at the top of their lungs in front o’ people’s rooms.

Rustica: Oh dear, it seems like Bradley wasn’t a fan of our song. Would you prefer something a little more intense?

Bradley: That ain’t the problem here! Now I don’t know what you two are plannin’, but if yer gonna act like fools, then I’ll just let the Sage deal with ya.

Akira: (Ah, so that’s why they’re here…)

Rustica: While I would love nothing more than to spend some time with the Master Sage, our query is actually with you, Bradley.

Murr: It’s about blessings for Chloe! He’d be super-duper thrilled to receive one from you!

Bradley: Blessins’ for who now? …Wait, is this about that bogus ritual the twins found?

Rustica: Please, Bradley? Just a few words from you would transform Chloe’s special day into an exceptional one.

Akira: (Well, he’s not wrong… Chloe always did look up to Bradley...)

Akira: They have a point, Bradley. I think Chloe really would be happy if you agreed. Consider this a request from me as well.

Bradley: …

Bradley: Well, compared to these two, the lil’ Westie’s a pretty respectable guy. Got some damn good fashion sense too…

With a snap of his fingers, Bradley released Rustica and Murr from their confines.

Bradley: Yeah, sure, why not? It’s only fair to recognize good work.

Murr & Rustica: Yay!

Just when I thought the Western wizards were going off to celebrate, Rustica suddenly filled the room with the bright sound of a trumpet.

*trumpet playing*

Bradley & Akira: !?

Murr: Chloe’s eyes are amethysts~ ♪ Shiny, sparkling, fantasists~ ♪

Akira: Wow Murr! Did you make that up just now?

Rustica: Fufu, the songs just come naturally once you imagine how happy Chloe will be.

Murr: Alright! It’s Brad’s turn now!

Bradley: Haah? What’re ya—

*trumpet sound*

Murr: A one! Two! A one, two, three, go!

Bright and lively music flooded my room, filling me with the urge to dance.

With a smile on my face, I thought of all the wonderful blessings we would write.

A Ceremony of Starlight, Stories, and Blessings ~Blessings for Chloe~ - Chapter 3

The ceremony takes place in a location that is important to the wizard in question, preferably one where a profusion of stars can be seen twinkling above.

However, the place Chloe chose was the City of Affluence.

Chloe: Maybe we should’ve gone to someplace with more greenery.

Chloe: But since I’ve made so many memories with Rustica here, I thought it’d be okay too.

Akira: Absolutely! Snow and White said the number one priority is choosing a place that is meaningful to you.

Chloe smiled in relief. As he moved, the clothing and accessories given to him by the twins swooshed and clicked in the wind.

Just a little while earlier, he had changed into them, eager to show off his new outfit to me.

Akira: If everything’s good to go, we can begin the ceremony. Could you close your eyes for me, Chloe?

Chloe: Okay!

Clearing my throat, I held my hand over Chloe’s chest and prepared myself to speak.

Akira: …I will now present, in the order of Murr, Bradley, Rustica, and finally, me, the lyrics to “Chloe’s Birthday Song.”

Chloe: Huh?

Akira: “Chloe~ ♪ The amazing wizard, Chloe ♪ With magic so kind and his clothing designs, he brightens up both our bodies and minds~ ♪”

Akira: “So lift your head high! Dear Chloe, oh Chloe~ And let’s keep smiling beneath the sunlight~ ♪”

Akira: (That one was from Murr…)

Akira: “Yo, Lil’ Westie, listen up~ ♪ When it comes to fashion, ya know yer stuff~ ♪ Between killin’ my vibe and makin’ me shine, I trust ya to nail it every time~ ♪”

Akira: (That one was from Bradley, so next is…)

Akira: “Chloe, my Chloe~ ♪ My darling apprentice, my friend most precious~ ♪ As I drift back to sleep, it’s your voice that cheeps, ‘it’s morning already!’ Oh what a welcome fuss~ ♪”

Akira: “Now let’s break it down! Chloe you’re my treasure. Next to you, no one measures. May your birthday be ever full of wondrous pleasure.”

Akira: (And that one was Rustica’s… Which means…)

Akira: “To Chloe, my beloved friend~ ♪ On the day I arrived back then~ ♪ Your kind words and a smile, made it all worth the while~ ♪ And that, I will cherish ‘til the very end~ ♪”

It was a little embarassing being the one to finish the song, but as I wrapped up the last of the blessings…

I felt a warmth well up from within me, flowing from my outstretched hand to Chloe.

Chloe: That was amazing… Did you guys write that for me?

Akira: Yes, with Rustica at the heart of it. Phew, I’m glad I managed to sing everything alright…

Chloe: Thank you so much. It was a beautiful song, more than I deserve… Oh, I’m so happy. I’ve already got it all memorized!

With a smile upon his face, Chloe began to hum the tune of the song when…

Voice of a Cheerful Boy: Hey, Mister? Is it really ok? These clothes and shoes are so beautiful… Can I really…

Voice of a Kind Man: Why, I would love nothing more than for you to have them. Now then, shall we head to a restaurant? Let us eat until our stomachs and hearts are full and content.

Chloe: …!

As if struck by some realization, Chloe whirled around to find the source of the voices.

However, there was no one around but us.

Akira: Y- you heard that too… right? I wasn’t just hearing things?

Chloe: Ah…! Those are…

In the window of the shop Chloe had rushed up to were a pair of familiar shoes.

Akira: (I’ve seen these before in Chloe’s room. They match the ones from his sketchbook….)

Chloe: T- these look exactly like the first pair of shoes Rustica ever gave me…!

Akira: !

Chloe: When we first started traveling together, Rustica bought me these wonderful shoes… I was so, so happy…

Chloe: I still remember even now because I’d made a sketch of them, hoping that someday, I, too, could design a pair as stylish as these.

Akira: (So that’s the story…)

Chloe blissfully closed his eyes. It seemed to me as if he was recalling precious memories from long ago.

Chloe: …I’ve got it! I’ll make shoes for everyone who gave me a blessing today! Of course, that includes you too, Master Sage!

Akira: Huh!? I’m really happy that you offered, but isn’t it your birthday? Shouldn’t we be the ones giving you presents?

Chloe: It’s fine, it’s fine! I want to see everyone wearing my shoes!

Chloe: To me, there’s no better present!

Two Brilliant Days - Card Episode

Akira: How was your birthday, Chloe? Did the wizards who gave you blessings give you anything else?

Chloe: Yes! In fact, I got so much that I don’t even know where to begin!

Chloe: Ok, ok, first up, Murr invited me on a treasure hunt! The two of us went on a puzzle-solving adventure together that led us to an incredible prize!

Akira: A treasure hunt! That sounds like a lot of fun. What did you find at the end?

Chloe: Ehehe… I was super surprised, but it was an invitation to a birthday party!

Akira: Whoa…! You can always count on Murr to come up with something like that.

Chloe: The venue was at Shylock’s bar which is where I ran into Bradley…

Chloe: When I got there, I had no idea where to sit, so he invited me to take the seat next to him and have a few drinks.

Akira: Smooth…! He’s too good at this…

Chloe: I know right~!

Chloe: So we made a toast together and celebrated with everyone. Oh, I had such a good time, but eventually it was time for bed.

Chloe: Then, the next morning, Rustica woke up bright and early to pay me a visit.

Akira: Rustica waking up early? Now that’s a surprise!

Chloe: It totally shocked me too! But since we celebrated with everyone the day before, he wanted to reserve the day for just the two of us.

Chloe: We went out to eat, and he took me to the very first restaurant we visited together in the City of Affluence!

Chloe: We spoke of old times over a delicious lunch and oh… It was the bestest gift ever!

Home Screen Voice Line

“I’ve gotta think of ways to thank everyone who congratulated me… Master Sage! I’m so happy that you invited me to live here. I never would’ve imagined that so many wonderful people would celebrate me on my birthday. I wish I could go back in time and tell my past self all about it.”

#mhyktl #mhyk #mahoyaku #chloe collins #rustica #bradley bain #murr hart #chloe is the character ever #happy birthday chloe

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Hi! Sun, Taurus & 3H

sun - 5 things you like about yourself

oof this is hard HAHA but ill try my best

1. i rly like my hair? idk sounds shallow but i've had it super long and i've had it short, i've had it bleached, dyed, i've had undercuts, fades, wolfcuts, braids,,,i've been thru a lot of self esteem and appearance issues, but my hair is always one thing i rly like abt my physical appearance so yeah !

2. i love the way i hyperfixate ! if my neurodivergence wasn't obvious enough, i tend to deep dive into rly niche and obscure things solely based on a whim, and i rly like that ! i love drawing from so many sources and inspirations and it makes me happy having all this useless knowledge in my head

3. i rly like the way i try to communicate. i'm not perfect of course, but i've always tried to outline my feelings and my thoughts in the most calm, reasonable, and mediating way, especially when an issue arises. i'm a little bit of a mediator when it comes to my groups of friends? and a lot of people appreciate it so i like that !

4. i rly like my writing ! sounds weird to say, but i only ever write for myself and to have fun, and it's just a bonus (a lovely bonus btw) that you all enjoy it too. i love seeing my writing come to life especially when it's abt love, bc fact abt me: i love LOVE.

5. this sounds weird but i rly like my talents n skills ! i love the things i do and i wouldnt trade them at all for anything else. theater, writing, reading, games, sports, and everything else i do,,,i love that i have SOME amount of skill to it

taurus - favorite food

1. my favorite food is a filipino classic ! it's called sisig, and its usually made from like,,,leftover pig parts? its amazing its served on a sizzling plate n its crunchy n soft n salty n spicy n sweet (when it has mayo) it has so many different kinds (both meat and fish)

3H - what are some of the topics you like to talk about most

TAKE NOTE THIS IS A PUBLIC INVITATION TO HIT ME UP AND TALK ABOUT ALL OF THESE THINGS

1. i love talking abt love!!! seriously guys,,,i cant express properly how much i love hearing about love, talking about love, understanding love. it's just so,,,mesmerising and beautiful how, despite all of life's heartaches, love consistently shows itself to be one of humanity's most valuable resources,,,i love love so much.

2. i love talking abt writing ! techniques, methods, reasons, concepts, ideas, and all of that! i've been writing as a hobby since i was 8, and i've only fallen more and more in love with it.

3. FANTASY I LOVE FANTASY,,,specifically magical realism ! i play a lot of dnd so i really love fantasy and all its types.

#ask

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Dragon Ball Super 072

There’s a lot of bullshit in this episode, but I keep finding myself outraged over Granny’s Secret Sauce.

Okay, let’s take this one step at a time. Last episode, Hit killed Goku, but Goku was actually ready for it. Before he was struck with a fatal blow, Goku fired off a ki blast that was set to boomerang back down on him and restart his vitals. I guess? It’s all very goofy, and somehow I feel like a 1,000 year old master assassin would be expecting a trick like that, but whatever. I think everyone knew going in that they weren’t going to kill Goku a third time.

This could settle things, as Hit would probably leave the Earth, satisfied that he fulfilled his contract, but Goku wants to track him down and continue the battle. Gohan, Goten, and Piccolo find this unwise at best, but they agree to support Goku’s decision, on account of all the times he’s saved the Earth in the past.

Okay, I really hate this scene. Goten is the most reluctant of the three to go along with this, and it’s not hard to imagine why. He grew up without a father, and Goku didn’t return to his life until only recently. And then he seems to get killed all over again, only to wake up again. And now he wants to jump right back into the danger. This fucking sucks. I hate this. This episode makes me hate Goku and I hate this episode for making me hate Goku.

I know he wants to fight Hit on Hit’s own terms. I get that. This episode demonstrates just how limited Hit’s moveset is when he’s confined to a ring and forbidden from using lethal force. Goku wanted to have a proper battle with this guy, and that’s nice of him and all, but if he has to put his son through this then it’s not worth it, not even close.

Also, they keep drawing everyone off-model, which really works against this grim atmosphere they keep trying to set up. This episode feels more like a Batman comic than a Dragon Ball cartoon, but at least they usually draw Batman right in the comics.

I can’t even appreciate the fight because it’s so confusing that it’s impenetrable. Hit used the Time Skip in their last encounter, but by this point Goku’s got that so well-scouted that it’s useless against him, and Hit knows it. So Hit uses other techniques, like an energy blast Goku can’t see or sense, and some sort of trick where Goku can see Hit but not touch him. Much of the fight is spent with Goku just trying to figure out where Hit is, which isn’t very exciting, because even if he finds the guy, he can’t actually do anything to him.

And this could work, if the story was about Goku figuring out Hit’s techniques and devising countermeasures against them. I mean, I think that’s what happens in this episode, except Hit’s powers are so poorly explained that I have no idea how he’s doing any of this, and so I have no idea how Goku counters any of it. Vados and Champa watch the fight from a distance, and she tries to explain it to Champa, and he gets frustrated because he doesn’t understand a word of her explanation. You and me both, dude.

Oh, here’s a shot of Vados talking where they do that bit. You know, the shortcut where they draw the face in profile, but instead of moving her jaw and mouth, they just draw a mouth on the side of her face and make it move for the lip flaps. That one. I hate it. They could have just done a 3/4 shot of Vados and saved themselves from this crap, but nope.

Then Beerus, Whis, and Vegeta drop in too, and Goku finally notices all these guys watching their fight, and some stuff happens, and I guess Goku won? I mean, he’s not dead, so yeah. Vegeta demands to know what this is all about, and it soon becomes clear that Goku was the one who hired Hit. He had to use Whis and Vados as intermediaries to do it. Also, I’m not sure how Goku plans to pay for this, since I’m pretty sure Hit doesn’t take Earth money or radishes as payment.

Vegeta is legitimately jealous of Goku for enjoying Hit as an opponent more than Vegeta. Seriously. This episode inspired a Team Four Star skit where Goku and Vegeta were in couples counseling over Goku paying for a fight instead of being with his rival. At the time it seemed like a humorous exaggeration, but no, it’s in this episode.

Then Chi-Chi shows up and she’s so relieved because Piccolo told her about the assassin and she was so worried and look at how cute her face is while she holds her big dumb man. Fuck you twice, Goku. Hiring somebody to kill you because you like fighting more than being alive.

I could go on about this ratshit, but I need to talk about Vegeta before I get sidetracked.

Okay, so while all this was going on, Vegeta was doing sparring drills with Whis. He had to do 100, and he made it all the way to 97, but then he got tired or something and tried to convince Whis into skipping the last three. So he offers him a delicious steak dinner in exchange.

Right so that’s asinine in and of itself. First of all, Vegeta was the one who begged Whis to train him. He even used this same offer to try to get accepted as his student. Remember? He took Whis to a steakhouse only to find that Whis had already eaten there. And then it soon became clear that Vegeta had no special food he could offer to sway Whis, so he had to resort to instant ramen as a bribe. So Whis already knows that Vegeta has no cards left to play. More importantly, why is Vegeta even trying to bribe his way out of this? He wanted to train with Whis, and now he’s training with Whis, and he wants to cut it short?

I’m tempted to write an RP about this scene, something sometime my OC despises the Saiyan monarchy something something lazy royalist fraud, something something Where’s your Saiyan pride just do the last three drills you blueberry looking hypocrite.

So Whis isn’t buying it, and Vegeta ups the ante by promising steak that’s been drizzled with his grandmother’s secret sauce! “A prime cut that’s been topped with the Vegeta Family Recipe!”

And I got excited, because the mere mention of Vegeta’s grandmother is like this lore faucet being turned on. Tell us about your grandmother, the mighty and terrible bride of King Vegeta II. Speak, O Prince, of her gruesome-yet-savory sauce, made from the blood of her enemies, eleven herbs and spices, and of an ingredient so secret that its name was forbidden among Saiyankind.

And then I got disappointed, because at the end of the episode they remind him of his promise, and Vegeta panics because there is no secret recipe, and he’s not even sure he has a grandmother. He made the whole thing up. Lies make Baby Jesus cry, Vegeta.

The least they could have done would be to use a picture of an actual Saiyan grandmother, instead of this stock image of an Earthling with two adorable Earthling children. At least show me an actual Saiyan grandma, Toei! Let there be an actual Vegeta Family Recipe, dammit!

But no, this episode won’t let me have anything.

This is why I make my own stuff. Because in my own little made-up world, Vegeta has a distant ancestor who did have a recipe for secret sauce, and its zesty flavor wound up getting passed down through the generations until it made its way to the Vegetas. The secret ingredient is love, Vegeta. The love that comes from cherishing your family and your passion to the point where you can’t help but do those last three sparring drills, because you know it’ll make you an even better chef, and your drive will push your culinary skills even further than the limits of ordinary Saiyans.

The secret ingredient is honesty. The kind of honesty where you would sooner tear off your own arm than lie to your wife about how you paid someone to kill you instead of just doing your damn drills. It’s the realization that you will never be good enough, but you have to do better, be better, because you’re an example for the future, whether you wanted to be or not.

“I just think you boys should try harder, that’s all. As much as it galls me to admit it, you’ve both surpassed me in all sorts of ways. It’s not just about hitting things. It’s about honor. Self-respect. Not making some back-alley payment so a cut-throat will jump you. Not looking for shortcuts when you could be pushing yourself.”

“Okay, okay. You made your point. We’re sorry.”

“Tch. I simply buckled under the pressure. I suppose that’s never happened to you before, huh?”

“I get it, I’ve been there. You have a moment of weakness, and you make mistakes. If you two can admit it, then that’s good enough for me.”

“Then you’ll do it? You’ll make the secret sauce?”

“Hah! I’ve already got it simmering right now. I just hope Earth’s livestock are hearty enough to compliment it. I was always gonna bail you out. I just wanted you to sweat for a minute. The secret ingredient is compassion, boys.”

“Also, thousand island dressing.”

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #vegeta #hit #beerus #whis #champa #vados #goten #gohan #piccolo #chi chi #grannys secret sauce

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