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byechristopher · 5 months

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In Another Life.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO ANGST.

Author's note: omg hi, again. You'll soon find out how much I love angst, trauma and just "dark" fics. It's a way to express myself every once in a while. I hope you all like it, if you have any requests in mind, feel free to let me know. I will make it up to you all with some fluff, I promise, lol. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: (not proof-read) this is pure angst, mentions of death, coping with death in general, trauma bonding. If any of this is triggering to you, do not read, please. Have a great day, instead.

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It is only 6:00AM and I am up and running, ready to start my long day, although my sluggish gait says otherwise. I always loved waking up so early in the morning – it gave me time to start doing things when people were still sleeping. It is always a struggle to keep myself awake, though.

"I'm outside."

The screen lights up and I can see Chris' name from here – he must be outside already. I sigh and I quickly put my jacket and scarf on, not forgetting my boots, of course. With my bag in my hand, I quickly leave the house, trying to be as quiet as possible so that my mom doesn't wake up.

Chris is waiting in the car, I take a better look at my surroundings – the fog makes it hard for me to see, it's dark and it's cold, and the humidity makes it look like it rained.

"Hey, Chris. Thanks for picking me up." I mumble, he nods with an understanding look on his face. He's got that sickening purple colour under his eyes and his skin is even paler than usual. We match, he looks like a mess, too.

How couldn't he, anyway? It was a difficult day today. It's only been three years and how could we ever forget?

Me and Chris have known each other for a long time. Ever since we were babies – our families were very close. That was until my parents got divorced and we never saw my father ever again; made my mom isolate herself. My father came back one day, asking for forgiveness for leaving like this. Not from my mom, from me. I didn't want to trust him but I still talked to him every now and then. Now, Chris never really liked me and I never really liked him, it's not like we ever had an actual conversation. Before something terrible happened, to the both of us. On the same day. On the same plane. The plane crashed – my father happened to be there and Chris' best friend happened to be there.

We were both devastated so we found ourselves hanging out more than usual – is it called trauma bonding? I think so. That's what we did. Bonded over trauma. Because that's what we needed most; a person who knows and feels what we feel, who goes through the same experience. I don't think it was he healthiest thing to do, but who is really healthy inside on this earth?

"Give me, like.. fifteen minutes. I'll be back, okay?" he says and I give him a reassuring hug, pecking his cheek. I nod, watching him go visit his best friend's grave while I visit my father's.

"I can't believe it's already been three years since you've been gone." I chuckle, making sure everything is clean and the flowers are nicely put in the vase, "right when you were about to actually spend time with me, hm?" I can feel the tears in my eyes, and every time I speak, it's like I'm digging an invisible knife deeper into my heart.

I don't know how long it's been because I'm still cleaning and trying not to think about anything, but I see Chris walking over to me. It's so obvious that he's been crying, but he offers a smile anyway. His nose is red, it's kind of cute.

"You feeling okay?" he wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I nod.

"What did I always tell you? Everything happens for a reason." I chuckle, wiping the tears away from my eyes as we walk away, and towards the car.

"I used to hate hearing that. But I believe it now." he nods and clears his throat, "Connor believed it, too." it took him a while to say his best friend's name without crying. I told him that Connor wouldn't be happy to see him crying like this – that was the only way to make him stop.

"I gotta go to work, now. But we'll meet later, yes?" I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up. The combination of the sky, his tears and his pale skin make his eyes go icy blue, I can't help but smile a little bit. He nods and cups my cheeks, bringing me closer to him to give me a soft kiss on the lips.

I'm not sure what me and Chris have going on. We definitely hang out a lot, we kiss, I basically have all of my stuff in his house, we have sex, but we've never said anything about relationship, or anything like that for that matter. We've been going through the most traumatic and difficult experience in our lives, so I feel like we desperately need the affection but we're the only ones who feel the same. So we just.. do stuff together. I try not to think about it too much.

I definitely not want to think about it when I'm in his arms. We're in front of the fireplace, sitting down on the carpet. I'm sitting in between his legs with my back pressed against his chest, and his arms wrap all the way around my shoulders and knees (that are pressed to my chest), keeping me warm.

"I'm so glad to have you here with me, being by my side on this horrible day, every year." he whispers in my ear and I close my eyes.

"So am I. You're making me feel like I'm not as alone as I thought I was." I whisper back and let my head fall on his shoulder, turning my head so that I'm able to look up at him. We sit in silence for a bit.

"I was thinking.. what you always say. Everything happens for a reason. What if.. what if all of this never happened? What if they were both still alive, what if our families kept being this close, what if we kept hating each other.. would we still find a way to be where we are now?" his voice is low and steady, I can see the fire moving in the reflection of his glistening eyes, "or was this tragedy meant to happen for us to find what we wanted in each other?"

I stay silent for a little bit. I've thought about this a million times and every time makes me go crazier than the previous one, "is love supposed to grow in souls and bodies that are filled with so much pain? Because if so, then it's nothing like what they taught us love would feel like."

"Do you think love is what we feel for each other?" he presses a kiss on my warm cheek.

"I don't know." I say truthfully, "I think that we both find shelter in each other's pain. We feel the need to be heard, to be understood, and then we want to hear the other, to understand their pain. To help each other, to be there whenever they might need, to care."

"Isn't that what love is?" he asks innocently, "in its most tragic form?" he looks me in the eyes and smiles softly.

"I suppose so.. yeah.." I say because, indeed, love could also bloom in shattered hearts, it doesn't always have to be flowers and rainbows, "and to answer your question.. I think I would definitely imagine myself loving you, without all of these." my voice is as soft as it can get.

"I would definitely fall in love with you, too." he says, looking into my eyes. And for a moment, I imagine us just like this. In a life where we would be happier. In a life where we would be able to love each other, without anything holding us back, in a life where we could keep the people that we wanted in our lives. In a life where we would have the space and time to express our feelings, understand our feelings.

"So, stay with me forever and even longer than that.." he says and I smile, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, all the way up to his cheek and lips, "I might be able to become someone who loves you even in the good times."

"That's a promise, then. Because I'm definitely staying, till I'm ready to love you in the good times, too." I smile and slowly turn around to face him this time, wrapping both of my arms and legs around him, like a koala.

He laughs, he's hugging me and kissing me softly, "want me to make you some hot chocolate?"

"Yes, please."

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foli-vora · 1 year

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sharpshooter

dave york x f!reader

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a/n: this came out of fucking nowhere lmao. everyone blame/thank @whataperfectwasteoftime. this was inspired by her post here and the mess of a comment i made on it. thank you for letting me bounce ideas off of you, my love! we're an absolute sucker for this man and it's my god given right to drag everyone down into the depths of the pit with us. i hope you all enjoy! x

warnings: swearing, dave being a fucking MENACE, guns/air rifles, first date carnival shenanigans, it's a bit soft and fluffy, Dave 'BDE' York, SMUT 18+ ONLY: fingering, oral sex (f rec), unprotected p in v (no matter how pretty they are or how horny they make you - wrap that shit), public sex, outdoor sex, rough sex, dirty talk, dave doing what dave does best - completely fucking annihilating pussy.

word count: 4193

It’s unexpected, but not unwelcome. You feel young again, giddy from the constant flash of bright lights and electric colours dancing along the edges of your vision as the echoes of laughter and screaming and music ring in your ears. It’s hard to not smile, and your cheeks hold an ache from the constant stretch of your lips.

This was not at all what you expected upon receiving an earlier call from Dave with instructions to be ready by 6pm sharp. Dress casual, bring a jacket. He wasn’t like the others you had dated in the past, who didn’t seem to really be that interested in the organisational side of it and gave the usual ‘Well what do you want to do?’

No, that wasn’t Dave.

He took the initiative with that kind of thing, he liked to be in control – one of the many things you had come to learn about him in the time you had been in contact with him. Your relationship, if you could even call it that yet, was fresh and in its very early stages after a few weeks of regular phone calls due to his work keeping him a little busier than he expected, but you knew there was something there.

You hold a strong hope that he feels the same.

The attraction was already crazy high, with every little touch or simple brush of his fingers feeling like a sharp shock to the system. You had a rule of taking things slow when it came to dating, and you absolutely didn’t want to risk moving too fast and losing whatever was building with Dave, but god did he make it difficult.

And he knew it, too.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, tangling his long fingers through yours and tugging your body to bump into his side as you step down from the ferris wheel. Your heart flies at the touch.

“God no,” you laugh softly, recalling your earlier attack on the group of food trucks and how much you had indulged, “I don’t think I’ll need to eat for the rest of the week after that!”

He leads you through the light crowds, his grip on your hand tight and comforting as he chuckles.

“Do you want to play a game or two?” you ask, looking towards the many stalls lined up and the people that come and go between them, “I know they’re rigged, but it could still be a bit of fun?”

It’s the little shooting range that catches your eye first, with a man yelling that no one had yet to win the major prize. Of course no one had won, you think to yourself in wry amusement. Barely anyone could win a barely average prize, let alone a major one.

Nevertheless, you pull Dave in its direction, stepping up onto the little platform and chuckling as the man practically bellows his greeting. Over the top, but it’s all part of the carnival experience you suppose. Dave remains indifferent to the man’s playful jabbing towards him, merely holding a folded note in his general direction before ignoring him completely in favour of focusing on you.

Playing coy, you spare him a glance over your shoulder and smile sweetly.

“Do you know how to use one? I don’t know how to hold it properly… I think I need a little bit of help.”

The corner of his lips twitch, almost as if he sees right through you, yet he nods and takes the small step up towards you.

You hold your breath as his body presses into your back, his thick arms coming around you to fix your hold on the rifle. Your stomach erupts with butterflies, something warm and sweet and exciting coming to curl around your heart as it drums heavily against your chest with each gentle alteration of his rough hands over yours.

He overwhelms you in the best of ways, his cologne spicy and familiar, the buttery popcorn from earlier still hanging on his breath. You can’t help but press back into him, lips automatically turning up shyly at the curved nose that lightly traces the shell of your ear.

“Not too tight – hold it looser,” he murmurs, tone low and winding along your nerves in hot waves until it settles low in the pit of your stomach. “Spread your legs, just like that.”

Once satisfied with your hold on the gun, he steps back but keeps his large hands on your hips, his thumbs firm as they rub over the material covering your skin, digging softly into the flesh of your waist and it does absolutely nothing to calm the rage of heat flooding your core.

He absolutely knows the power he holds.

It’s hard to not laugh lightly with each missed shot, your chest warming at the deep chuckle that comes from just behind you. It’s not a surprise that you don’t even land a single target and you place the gun carefully back down with a grin.

“Damn. Oh well!” you shrug, turning and sharing a smile with Dave.

“It was a good try,” he comforts, and you can’t help your snort of amusement. His hands tighten on your waist and he gently drags you towards him until your front bumps with his.

“Oh I’m sure,” you chuckle, sliding your hands along his arms and feeling the tense of muscle beneath his jacket, “I’m quite the sharpshooter if you couldn’t tell.”

“You definitely have a talent,” he teases, his smirk wide and devious as he nudges his nose against yours.

You hold your breath, your system wired and ready to feel the press of his lips.

The kisses had slowly deepened throughout the evening, and with each one you feel your restraint at moving slow weaken. His kisses are consuming, leaving you weak and shaky from the firm press of his lips and dominant push of his mouth, the feelings so intoxicating and ravaging your system, you’re left hopelessly keeping yourself up with his shirt clutched between your fingertips every time.

An overly cheerful voice, bordering on the edge of smug, breaks the gentle build of tension between you both and Dave’s sharp eyes flash over to the man with a vague sheen of wariness. It’s minimal, but with your close proximity you can see the way his jaw tenses slightly.

“You’re not gonna try and win her one? Some boyfriend you are,” the man chuckles, sending an overly deliberate wink to your direction.

Dave’s eyes roll back to you.

“I’ll win you one.”

“It’s rigged, Dave,” you mutter, smiling at his offer. “It’s fine, we can go and do that fishing one –”

“If you can’t do it, just say so,” the man drawls, leaning on his multicoloured flashing stick. “Guess you’re walkin’ away empty handed, sweets.”

Dave rolls his tongue along the back of his teeth in deliberation before casting an eye over the various stuffed toys.

“How do I get the big guy?” he nods up towards where the ridiculously huge teddy with a large red bow tie hangs suspended over the playing area.

“No one’s been able to win that yet! Hit down all targets, plus the three bonus ones at the back.”

He holds out another note, his gaze unwavering and impassive. “Set it up.”

Dave watches him work before taking your place, eyeing the barrel of the rifle and studying the slight adjustments made to it as he feels the weight of it in his hands. He wants to laugh at how fucked up the aim is. He takes his stance, securing the gun back against his shoulder and exhaling softly.

“Blue,” he says suddenly, and you’re in the middle of questioning him when a sharp ping rings through the air, and you notice the small blue cartoon duck target down. Dave glances at the game leader, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips, “All of them, right?”

“Uh, yeah –”

“Red.”

Ping.

“Yellow.”

Ping.

You watch in complete and utter bewilderment, lost somewhere in between being thoroughly impressed by his skills and completely fucking turned on with how confidently he fires the rifle. He continues on, calling each colour before shooting the corresponding target down until only the three tiny targets stand at the back.

“Call ‘em out, baby.”

You have to physically fight the urge to melt at the pet name. Usually that kind of thing on the first date would have you walking away, but something about the way it falls from his tongue, confidently, teasingly, deep and husky and feeling like molten fucking honey in your ears…

Dave York is trouble.

You run your tongue along your lips, moving your gaze from his handsome side profile to the back of the game. The small metal disks are so purposefully small, there’s no possible way he would be able to knock them down. They’re barely two inches wide –

“Right, left, middle.”

Ping. Ping. Ping.

You exhale sharply in disbelief, watching Dave relax from his stance with an air of cool satisfaction. It becomes much, much harder to fight the urge to curl your hands around the collar of his jacket and all but haul his mouth to yours. You ache for it, for him.

The game leader openly fumbles, his eyes wide and confused as they trace all the fallen targets.

“The aim on the barrel is a mess – no wonder no one wins,” Dave speaks plainly, returning the gun to the table, “and she’ll take the big one.”

A laugh bubbles up from your throat and you quickly press your lips together to stifle it, watching the man practically reboot right before your eyes. He doesn’t seem to move quick enough for Dave’s liking, and he raises a sharp brow.

“Is there a problem?”

The man immediately starts to make a move for the small step ladder, setting it up below the teddy and keeping his eyes away from Dave’s. “No, sir.”

“I didn’t think so.”

There’s a smirk evident in his tone. You’re unable to resist smiling widely when he turns to look at you, nodding for you to retrieve your prize from the now quiet man. The teddy is soft and plush, all long thick limbs and a chunky, round belly – it’s ridiculously big. Where the hell are you going to put it?

“There you go, sweets,” Dave coos, throwing one final look towards the game leader before stepping down from the platform and holding a hand out for you.

You feel like you’re on fire.

It becomes apparent just how fucking wet you are with every step you take, your underwear practically soaked through and clinging to your folds. The seam of your jeans brushes just over your clit as you walk, doing nothing to tame the borderline painful ache overtaking the swollen nerve and it’s enough to drive you mad.

“Thank you,” you murmur, tucking the toy into your side and meeting his ever attentive gaze, willing your heart to stop beating so fucking fast.

You pause under one of the rides, watching the people strapped into the seats get thrown upside down and spun around, their screams piercing the air and becoming nothing but a distant buzz the longer your mind whirls.

Could he see how flustered he makes you feel? Does he know where your mind currently strays to? Lost in the wonder of what his hands would feel like running over your bare skin, how his voice would sound melting into your ears as he tells you how good you feel…

“You’re welcome,” he returns smoothly, dark eyes never once straying from your face.

They briefly drop to where your tongue wets your lips and the muscles in his jaw flex ever so slightly. He knows. He must. The moment seems to hold, with neither one of you wanting to break whatever had fallen over you by looking away.

Something about his gaze changes.

It no longer feels playful, it feels predatory.

A thrill races down your spine, bringing a flush of heat under your skin. You need something, anything. You hunger for more of him, a desperation building throughout your body with no immediate end in sight.

“Can… can we leave?”

The words come out quiet, breathless, but thankfully he hears you. It’s a relief.

You’re being spun within a few seconds and led back through the crowds, the people parting for him as if they sense his unwavering determination to leave and hurrying to move from his path. You hurry to keep up with his strides, your heart thundering against your ribs.

“Dave,” you exhale when you’re only steps away from his car, the sleek silver shine of it glistening under the moonlight.

He barely turns before you’re forcing your way into his arms, lips slanting greedily over his as your fingers come to lock around his neck, your prize discarded and momentarily forgotten on the grassy floor.

It doesn’t take him long to catch up, his mouth suddenly gaining strength and pushing back against yours and the intensity of it seeps right into your bones. Your lips part for his tongue and he tastes you deeply, swallowing every whimper and moan that falls from your throat as his hot, calloused hand comes to cup your jaw.

You barely realise you’re being backed against the side of his car until you hit the solid mass of it, and it only makes you clutch him harder. He steps into your space, presses right into your body until you feel like you can’t fucking breathe, and it’s still not enough.

“Mine or yours?”

The words have you clenching.

“I don’t care,” you pant, fingers digging into the skin at the back of his neck in an effort to bring him closer.

He indulges you for a moment longer, lips hot and heavy and drowning you in a timeless haze with every second he stays practically devouring you, before slowly pulling away and licking away the saliva built on his lower lip.

You watch the slow roll of muscle through the flutter of your lashes and weaken further at his firm demand of ‘In’, your fingers shaky and fumbling with the door handle until you can all but throw yourself onto the sleek leather passenger seat.

He moves swiftly, briefly pausing to throw the teddy into the backseat as he rounds the car before sliding into the driver's seat and pulling smoothly out onto the road.

The ache you feel for this man is something otherworldly. Your skin prickles beneath your clothes, sweat stings at your palms, your heart feels like it could burst from your chest at any moment… you don’t think you’ve ever felt attraction on this level before. The tension in the car is palpable, thick with lust and need and you wonder how long you’ll be able to endure.

It only fucking worsens when his hand comes to rest lightly on your thigh, his thumb smoothing over your jeans and fingers tensing with an almost silent promise of what’s to come, and you think immediately that he’s trying to kill you. You try to keep your gaze level, watching the flash of the trees by your window in an effort to distract you from the feelings overwhelming your body.

Anticipation rumbles through you, curling along your nerves and working you into a constant state of restlessness until you’re unable to keep from shifting every few moments in the seat. Every slide of your thighs brings a brush of friction over your throbbing clit, building on the ache stirring deep in your cunt and it’s blissful torture.

The car suddenly jerks off of the road and your hand flies to steady yourself on the door, the harsh grate of gravel sliding under you as the car pulls to an immediate stop. You jolt back into your seat and turn to look at him in question, the silence in the car much more deafening without the purr of the engine filling the background.

The muscles are tight over his jaw, his eyes narrowed on you in a way that makes your stomach twist in excitement.

“Get out,” he orders lowly, hand already moving to unclip his seatbelt as the other shoves his door open.

You hurry to follow, stepping out onto shaky legs and feeling the nip of cold air bite at your warm cheeks. He studies the road and the surrounding dense thickness of trees before turning his sharp gaze back to you and striding around the car to meet you at the front of it.

Your mouths clash in a mess of tongue and teeth, hands desperately running and clutching at whatever they land on and it’s not enough. You need him closer, you need to feel more. Your fingers dive for the hem of his shirt and dip beneath it until your hands meet his heated skin, fingertips digging into the softness of his waist in an effort to keep him against you.

“Look at you,” he grits out, breaking away from your mouth and smoothing a thumb over your parted lips. “You’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?”

You whimper against the pad of his thumb.

“So impatient,” he murmurs, kissing along the line of your jaw and you shudder at the press of his soft lips. “You were working yourself up in the car – did you think I wouldn’t notice? I bet you’re fucking soaked, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“God, please –”

He exhales sharply against your throat, dragging the press of his solid erection against you. His fingers drop to dance along your waistline, hooking a finger around the denim and popping the button open with a slight tug.

“You want it here?” he asks, pulling at your zipper until it gives way. “Where anyone could see you?”

You can’t nod quickly enough.

“Y-yes.”

“Dirty girl.”

You’re being spun before you even realise it, too busy mourning the loss of his mouth. You stumble, not expecting the sudden movement, but his hands come to steady your sides before he pushes at the space between your shoulders, forcing you down until your front meets the warm metal of the bonnet.

You don’t care.

You don’t care that on the side of the road — practically on display, you don’t care that anyone could drive past at any moment, you don’t care about your stupid ‘go slow’ rules. All you care about is getting his hands on you, finally addressing the deep ache in your core and getting some sort of relief. You yearn to feel him and the way his cock would feel filling you to the fucking brim.

“I don’t have anything, are you okay with that? I’ve been checked recently.”

You nod again, squirming on the bonnet, “I get checked monthly, and I’ve got an implant –”

“Good.”

His hands tear your jeans down your legs, taking your underwear along with them, baring your pussy to the cool night air and his heavily observant gaze. He drags a finger along your slit, the digit slipping easily along your pussy from the build up of your arousal and you shudder at the touch.

“You’re a messy thing,” he murmurs, working his finger patiently up and down your folds and your eyes slam closed at the obscenely wet noise of it. “So fucking wet, and it’s all for me.”

You whine softly, moving your hips up and down with the rhythmic move of his finger. Up and down. Up and down. It slides easily into your cunt, the thick width of it curling and probing deep along your velvety walls and back out again.

A second finger joins it, slowly thrusting and stretching and pushing so deep the muscles of your cunt flutter and tighten around him in response. His free hand comes to rest firmly on your lower back, stopping the slight roll of your hips against the fingers buried in you.

“Give me a minute, sweet girl, let me feel you.”

He drags it out, keeping his movements slow and steady, feeling along your walls and the way your cunt weeps around his fingers, occasionally pulling completely out of you to smooth along your slit and down to your swollen clit before slipping back up again.

It’s agony.

It’s wonderful.

His fingers pull out and you brace against the bonnet, ready for him to finally fill and fuck you, but it’s not his cock that you feel next…

“Fu-uck—” you whine, breathless and shaking as the pressure of his tongue slides through your folds and swirls around your entrance before pushing the muscle into your cunt.

Though you’d received oral before in the past, you’d never received it bent over, ass in the air and practically on display. Something about the way he tongue fucked you from behind felt filthy, depraved – carnal. His hands palm at your ass, squeezing the soft cheeks and spreading them further so he could taste you deeper, groaning when you flood his tongue.

He’s messy about it, uncaring if he pushes too close and gets your arousal over his chin, repeating whatever makes your breath hitch and body jolt. He ducks down, finds your clit and rolls his tongue over it mercilessly, relentless in his pursuit of your climax and pushing you further and further until you’re crying out into the night.

His name becomes your mantra as you spiral closer to your end, the hot build of pressure in your core tightening with every slick roll of his tongue until you feel yourself balancing on the edge, holding right there and at his complete fucking mercy…

You shatter, your cry sticking in your throat as you buck into the car, your body jumping and trembling with every wave of bliss that rolls through your body.

He milks it for all it’s worth, fingers digging into the soft swell of your ass and running over and over your sensitive clit before moving his attention back to your cunt, forcing his tongue into your fluttering entrance and practically drinking you down until you’re weakly begging him to stop.

He does so, pulling away and spreading your asscheeks to watch the quiver of your walls. You barely hear him stand and undo his pants, only just returning from your high when you feel the head of his cock glide through your folds. He moves back and forth, pushing forward just enough for him to nudge at your swollen clit before sliding back up again, coating his length with your cum.

“Tell me, baby. I need to hear it.”

“Please fuck me, please — god, Dave –”

He fills you with one solid thrust, barely giving you any time to adjust to the thickness of him before he’s pulling back and slamming forward. He’s savage about it, hips brutal and unforgiving as they slam into your ass and you’re simply left to take it, hands scrambling along the sleek surface of the car in an attempt to find stability as he fucks into you.

“Fuck,” he grinds out, jaw tensing as he watches his cock disappear into you again and again. “Prettiest fucking cunt, made for me… taking it so fucking well…”

Words are lost to you. You can only focus on his cock and the way it fills you, stretches you, pounding that sweet spot so deep within you and almost pushing at that point of too fucking far. You take it all gladly, sweat slicking your brow and building along the back of your neck.

He reaches his own end with a final slam into you, his cock twitching with his release as it floods your cunt and seeps out from around him. Your chest heaves with every inhale and exhale and you swear you’ve never been this fucked out in your entire life.

You throb around him as his cock slowly softens, and he’s gentle when he pulls out of you and glances at the mess. He swipes a thumb through his cum, pushing it back into your cunt before sliding up a little further and teasing the ring of clenched muscle.

You jump in surprise and he chuckles deeply, pulling away from you completely and deftly fixing his pants. He drags your jeans back up your thighs and helps you stand, grinning at how your legs tremble beneath you. You turn and sit carefully on the edge of the bumper, smiling shyly when he sinks down to rest next to you.

It’s peaceful sitting in with him, the air surrounding you cool and comfortable as you both catch your breath. You ache in the best of ways, your muscles protesting any movement you make, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Dave York was more than trouble, he was a fucking force to be reckoned with and you loved it.

“So if this is first date stuff,” you murmur, leaning into his side and resting your head on his shoulder, “what the hell happens on the third date?”

He openly grins, his chest bouncing with his quiet laugh as an arm comes to wrap around your shoulders. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

everything pp tags: @maievdenoir, @javier-pena, @lv7867, @dihra-vesa, @katronautt, @radiowallet, @januarystears, @missminkylove, @beskarprincessjenny, @mswarriorbabe80,@danidrabbles, @sergeantbannerbarnes, @amneris21, @eri16, @absurdthirst, @hnt-escape, @acourtofsnakes, @ezrasbirdie, @mstgsmy, @lovesbiggerthanpride, @coaaster, @sherala007, @kelseyxyeslek, @greeneyedblondie44, @wyn-n-tonic, @you-got-me-starry-eyed, @shirks-all-responsibilities, @withasideofmeg, @harriedandharassed, @andruxx, @buckybarneshairpullingkink, @spideysimpossiblegirl, @prostitute-robot-from-the-future, @tanzthompson, @mad-girl-without-a-box, @hope-for-the-best-98, @fangirl-316, @christina-loves, @jediknight122, @hallway5, @xoxabs88xox, @nicolethered, @churchill356, @massivecolorspygiant, @just-here-for-the-moment, @gracie7209, @pinkie289, @lavenderluna10, @goodgriefitsawildworld, @juletheghoul, @punkerthanpascal, @itswanktime, @karolydulin, @pedrostories, @fabilei, @ghostwiththemostbitch, @omlwhatamidoinghere, @cannedsoupsucks, @chaoticemz, @hows-my-hair, @alexxavicry, @cran-berry-vodka, @deadhumourist, @outercrasis, @thisshipwillsail316, @toxicfrankenstein, @hotchlover, @ew-erin, @mishasminion360, @jitterbugs927, @penelopeimp, @woodland-mist, @pedro-pastel, @spaceserialkiller, @adriiibell, @1andthesame, @elegantduckturtle, @captain-jebi, @magpie-to-the-morning, @sharkbait77, @sleep-tight1, @musings-of-a-rose, @karlawithacapitalk, @woomen23, @frasmotic, @songsformonkeys, @loonymagizoologist, @aynsleywalker, @ruhro7, @bluestuesday, @what-iwish-you-knew, @princess-djarinn, @totallynotastanacc, @girlofchaos, @pjkimrn, @bangaveragewhitewine, @trickstersp8, @rominaszh, @gooddaykate, @ms-loverman-066, @bunniwarrior, @detectivecarisi-1, @tintinn16, @iceclaw101, @bport76, @thatpinkshirt, @tusk89, @withakindheartx, @curiouskeyboard, @pedropascalsx, @sirpascal, @racetrackheart, @patisseriel, @timpletance, @titabel, @xdaddysprincessxx, @dnxgma, @astronomeoww, @dindjarinswhore, @alwaysdjarin, @mando-amando, @mx-ferelden

dave york tags: @sanfransolomitatm, @pedrohoe04, @evyiione, @for-my-satisfaction, @androah, @naughtynecromancer, @flamesocks, @lawfulgranola, @dins-cyare, @clydesducktape, @f*cklife_imdreaminghere, @iceclaw101, @jxvipike, @littleone65, @flamesocks, @curiouser-an-curiouser, @h-hxgirl,

tags are a mess, a fair few didn’t want to work so yeah. highly debating whether or not to kill the tags coz god damn it’s a full time job lmao

#dave york x reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york #pedro pascal x reader

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writersmilex · 1 year

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My Only Friend

Anonymous asked: hi smilex nice to see you again, can i ask a scenario where hank and reader knew each other before hank became well... a murderer? basically reader was hank's only friend and they were very close, over time hank begins to have a crush on reader but he couldn't confess until the fateful day came with the boombox accident and from there they parted ways but after years they meet again

___ Nice to See you too... ‘I don’t know who you are’ Here is the request, Tumblr is always screwing me over one way or other and now I can’t respond to my asks. Here it is!

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Hank Wimbleton X Fem | Reader

Summary: Just before the crimson skies, Hank had a friend. You were the only friend he had at the time. _____________________________________

(Art Belongs to Rightful Owner)

"It sounds like fun, you should try it." Your eyes gleam with intrigue as you point at the flyer for a volleyball tournament. Hank crosses his arms and huffs in annoyance. "I don't want to." He growls, by this time Hank's crappy moods hardly threaten you. "You want more friends, right?" You reason with the stoic man beside you. He doesn't answer and looks away from you. Yeah... He does want more friends, but he just doesn't know how. He has an intimidating stature, and stoic expression acts rather aggressively at times and making friends difficult for someone like him.

"Tell you what, we go together." You say, taking a pen from a string to write your name neatly on the flyer. "(Y/n)..." Hank tries to reason, but he knows there is no point in reasoning with you. "Fine..." He agrees and takes the pen from you to write down his own name, right under yours. You look at Hank and beam at him, the brightest gaze he has ever seen, it could blind him if your face produced light like that. "Awesome!" You laugh with glee, Hank just huffs in annoyance once again. "Whatever..." He grumbles. He feels you tug on his arm. "I'm thirsty, come on let's get a drink." You're not strong enough to pull Hank out of balance, but that will change soon as you have been working out lately. Hank follows along with everything you want to do. He has nothing better to do anyway. And you're always so hyper and like to do things that end up being very fun for him always. Even though he will never admit it out loud, he doesn't have to because you always seem to be ideally in tune with his mood every time. ~~~~ The volleyball tournament was indeed fun, doesn't matter if you were good at it or not. You personally thought you did well. You noticed Hank acting a little looser after the games, he had fun as well. If you squint you can see him smiling slightly. "See? What did I tell you?" You ask playfully, patting your friend on his arm. Hank lets out a low chuckle, "It was alright..." He replies that means he had fun. His response only makes you gleam brighter. You cheer with a little jump, "See? I knew it would be fun!" You skip alongside your stoic friend. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, as he slanders along with whatever you want to do. You're the best at finding fun things to do in his opinion. ~~~~ Hank started to feel strange around you for reasons that are still unclear to him. Seeing you happy made him happy, he did everything just to please you, he'd even do murder for you if you asked. Anything... Anything to make you happy. That smile of yours makes his day brighter. As far as he knows his life is very mediocre, and you make it better. He wants to see you every day to bring colour to his grey world. There is a place, Hank's favourite place in the park where he can find some peace. By the tree, it is a very serene place for him, ever since he was little he went there to be alone, as none of the other kids wanted to play with him back then. He didn't have friends back then, but now he has! He has you! His best friend and his only friend. He almost feels protective of you, and you don't have any enemies whatsoever! Perhaps some people find your bright and bubbly nature annoying, but that's normal he assumes. You can't get everyone on earth to like and respect you, no matter what you do. But he likes you but isn't really sure how he could show you that. So, he's going to show you his favourite place. "Are we there yet?" You ask for the fifth time. "We're really almost there," Hank repeats for the fifth time. You don't reply this time, merely holding your own hands behind your back as you trail behind Hank. You're usually the one with the plans for fun activities, and how he's the one with an idea and you don't want to ruin this for him. So you'll go with everything he wants now, just to make your friend happy. "This is a really nice place though, very tranquil." Your comment on the grassy fields of the park, There are not as many trees around as he remembered from when he was little, but his favourite tree is still the in the same place as it should be. "The quietness helps me think," Hank explains as he comes to a stop by the tree. "I can imagine that," you reply and keep looking around the fields. The park is rather crowded today, many people around and you saw one guy in the distance walking around with a boombox. "I like to just stand here and enjoy the silence... If I can..." Hank explains as he takes a stance, crossing his arms. He gives the random guy with the boombox a side glare. Hank never like that genre of music anyway, not to mention that it's rather distressing, such loud music in a place that's supposed to be peaceful. "I'm really thirsty, I'm getting a drink by the bakery. Do you want anything?" You ask your friend as you point in the general direction to the bakery that is right outside of the park's fields. "Just a soda." Hank requests with a dismissive wave of the hand. You nod and smile at your friend and skip off to get drinks. ~~~~ Hank waits for you to return, feeling a little tense at the loud music getting closer to him. The boombox guy is really getting on his nerves by now. Destroying his zen moment with that obnoxious music. It's clear that the boombox guy is not stopping on his own, so Hank has to do something about it himself. He walks around the tree and approaches the guy, "Hey, could you turn it down?" He asks as politely as he could. But instead is met with a rough push that causes him to stumble and lose his balance, falling on the grass. "This is a public place, I can do what I want!" The guy says matter-of-factly. Now Hank is angered enough to get physical with this guy, and he does. It was madness that day... ~~~~ Hank hasn't seen you since that fateful day with the boombox, it feels like he lost a piece of himself, which he might as well has. Nothing has been the same since that day... a day he curses still. The crimson sky doesn't change how he is feeling, as he looks over a war-torn city with very little left from the rooftop of the building where he and his comrades have taken shelter, a light breeze brushes by. But a part of him also wishes he never sees you again, you might think he's a monster. And he would agree with you if you did think that. His only friend that has been missing for what feels like years. He has kept you a secret from his comrades in the force, even Doc is not aware of your existence. Your memory is only his to cherish closely to what the last pinch of innocence remains in the endless void that he calls a heart. He still misses you so dearly, even when he can hardly remember your face. He is really conflicted about what he is feeling: He wants you back, but he doesn't. If he could meet you now, everything would change again. What if you weren't even alive? That thought saddens him. If you were out there somewhere, he hopes that you can survive. And meet him again one day. _____________________________________

There, I hope this is something that you want. It's very light-hearted, but it feels kind of bland, to be honest.

Anyway, there is nothing else much I think I could add to this.

Thanks for reading.❤️

- Smilex🙂

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #x reader #reader #imagines #hank j. wimbleton #madcom hank #requested

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starqueensthings · 1 day

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Hi pals!

I’ll still be travelling when you’re seeing this and haven’t watched the finale, so I don’t have any new content to share, but last week (maybe longer? I don’t know— rainforest brain lol) I posted a poll asking if anyone was interested in seeing a snippet of my editing process, so here it is feat. possibly one of my favourite Wrecker moments.

I use a myriad of different software depending on: my mood, what computer/tablet I’m using, what the image looks like, and how much energy I’m willing to put into it lol In this video, I’m using Lightroom on my iPad.

The three main factors I look mostly closely at when I’m editing shots are 1. lighting, 2. noise, and 3. resolution (read: clarity).

This image required pretty minimal work so it’s probably not the best example, but ah well. The process in the above video is as follows, and please note the video had been sped up to 2x for file size reasons lol

The first thing I’ll do is see what the auto edit function defaults to. Often times it overexposes the image, resulting in significant colour noise, but it gives me a decent idea of what I should expect in terms of colour corrections and exposure mapping. The auto edit function wasn’t terrible in this case, but did produce some colour noise, mainly on Wrecker’s chest plate, his sleeves, and the officers hat. Once I’m done the initial scope out, I’ll exposure the image as high as possible to crop it— usually with the subject being as centered as possible.

This software lets the user tweak the bones of the image individually in three ways, all of them very quickly demonstrated here. The first is the curve method which I despise and NEVER use— because it alters multiple aspects at once, I don’t feel like I have the same degree of control as the other methods. Next is HDR setting (the default upon import) using the sliders on the right. This is effective for images that are already pretty well lit, and does give me a little more control, but most of the time because the screenshots are so dark, I’m editing in SDR mode.

Once I’m satisfied with the exposure/lighting, I’ll move on to correcting colour distortion and saturating the image. This software also provides three methods for colour alternation and I’ll typically use all three in conjunction with each other. Colour mixing is extremely crucial when it comes to reducing odour noise and distortion. Because this software lets me isolate certain colours to adjust their hue, saturation, and luminance, I can typically reduce most of or all of the colour noise. However, it does have its limitations. In this particular post, desaturating the colour noise in Crosshair’s rifle coincided with blanching his skin tone, because this software does not let me isolate certain areas of an image. It was also important to me to emphasize the warm tones from the sunset in the background for the overall mood of the shot, so I opted to remove what colour noise I could and leave the rest. (You can’t win em all… especially when the starting image is near-black lol)

Correcting the colour distortion in this image was not particularly difficult, desaturating all purple tones removed the noise from his chest plate, and shifting green tones to something near a yellow instead removed the noise from his sleeve. I didn’t notice the colour noise on the officers hat until a little later, but that was pretty easily corrected too.

Once I’ve fixed the colour noise, I’ll shift to toning the overall image. Wrecker particularly looks good in cool tones, but It’s nice to contrast a cool tone background with the warmth of his skin.

Once the toning is done, I’ll move on the image clarity. I don’t have the means to alter the actual resolution of the image, but I’m particularly picky with balancing texture and clarity. Wrecker always looks the best with texture and clarity increased, because it brings out the scarring on his face and further humanizes him, but overdoing the texture can also emphasize pixelation. Once that’s done, I’ll reduce the overall noise only slightly (doing too much makes them look airbrushed and unnatural), and whatever is left of the colour noise (too much of this setting makes them look like ghouls LOL)

This software also offers a series of preset alterations/filters briefly shown in this video… but I’m not the biggest fan of any of them. I’m a bit of a control freak and would rather tweak each aspect individually to the degree that I like, instead blanketing the image with present modifications and then undoing certain aspects.

Before exporting the image I’ll do another once over and make sure I’m happy! In this case, I opted to go back in and add some darker tones back into the image. I don’t do this often, particularly when they start so damn dark, but I wanted to keep the focus centrally on Wrecker’s radiance lol

That’s about it. If I’m working on multiple edits in a set, this software lets me just copy and paste the settings, so the following images only require extremely light tweaks and take almost no time. And that, I’ll export, autograph, and upload!

Thank you for attending this unprofessional Ted Talk.

#starqueensrambles #things no one asked for but are getting anyways #Jedi queue-doo #starqueensedits #ungatekeeped lol #thats not a word #well… it is now

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ghostampede · 1 year

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i love making aus for my favourite things and while i will definitely get to sharing all my many random-but-somehow-work-super-well-aus, ive been thinking about this actors! gorillaz au and holy shitttt man it works so well for so many reasons but especially since an au where the gorillaz members are all actors that just keep working together and the albums are actually projects 1) fits each of their characters really well and 2) each of the albums are so cinematic they could all be movies or tv shows like

CELEBRITY TAKEDOWN: a 2001 dark comedy sit com about a shitty band of nobodies trying to be something while also criticizing society and the music industry. runs for 3 seasons and was a much bigger success than anyone expected. think gorillaz bites from phase 1 type of vibe but with more angst and more content.

DEMON DAYS: a 2005 movie about 4 strangers in a post apocalyptic society trying to survive a trip across the country together and finding new reasons to do so. super strong angsty atmosphere with interesting and well developed characters and action scenes to leave any viewer in awe, even if they got sick of all the green after a while. was an immense success and put our 4 actors on the map even more than ct did, considered to be one of the best films of the decade.

WELCOME TO PLASTIC BEACH: a 2010 movie about two musicians and a dead robot recreation of their dead daughter/sister are stuck on an island made of plastic and need to make the album of the century while also avoiding killer angry pirates, strange whales, gun malfunctions, isolation, and the physical depiction of death itself. all the while, the dead daughter/sister and a missing friend try to find their way to the others despite all the things listed above. it would be a colourful and beautiful shot yet zaney film that wouldn’t reach nearly as much attention as it deserves upon release

WE ARE STILL HUMANZ: a 2017 movie focusing on the lives of 12 people at a club at the end of teh world, showing a glimpse of each of their lives and humanity before the end times. stuart, murdoc, noodle, and russel are 4 of those 12! the movie is political and has stunning lighting and is filled with great music, plus was the comeback film for miss noodle who took a break from acting in her 20s, but the lack of focus character wise meant it wasn’t as big of a success as hoped. many talk about how it should’ve been a miniseries but the movie still works very well regardless.

THE NOW NOW - a 2018 movie about a man dragging his 3 best friends in a spontaneous usa road trip after 1) cutting ties with a significant person in his life and 2) realizing he’s getting older and lonelier and wanting to avoid it all costs. it’s a quieter film with big emotions and stellar writing all about the hurt that comes from missing someone against your own will and reflection and all that. while also not a major hit, it’s a comfort favourite by many who enjoy crying. only thing here murdoc wasn’t involved with because he was busy being hollywood’s biggest bad boy in Jail.

SONG MACHINE: STRANGE TIMEZ: a 2020 anthology sci fi tv series where each season tackles a new set of characters and a new set of problems. this first season was all about chaos, forgiveness, and coping through time/space traveling portals and space cars. though the pandemic made some things very difficult during production, it was considered to be a super fun project for all people involved and is a very fun a lighthearted watch for many who needed it during that year

CRACKER ISLAND: a campy 2022 movie about cults and cult mentality in the modern age through hollywood and comedy. some rich fucker tries to impress a mysterious lady next door with fake cult stuff but she took an interest in his strange roommate instead. the problem is her interest is a bit bigger than any of them thought and through investigation they realize she is like a legitimate cult leader and try to stop her. it’s dumb fun with great vibes and cinematography.

like?? i’d watch all of these?? do you see the VISION?????????

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heyo, i've been following your works for a long time now and i genuinely love your creations, you put so much effort into them - they're so brilliant and polished, it's remarkable and inspiring.

i edit often but i am more used to working with gifs of live action media — comics is a whole new territory for me but i would still like to get into it. could i please ask for your tips and recs on how i can get started?

it's alright if not! thank you for what you do and have a nice day. x

Aw, thank you very much! <3 I'll make a list of some different tips I think might be useful (but as with all things, experimenting is the best experience!), and also some links to different resources I often use for edits. Some of these you'll probably be familiar from gifs, but others will hopefully be new!

Gifmaking is a really good basis for making graphics; most of the same principals apply, particularly with colouring and playing with light with art! One of the best ways to make edits work together imo is having consistent colour themes to make all the edits look related and to work with one another, and those elements mirror in graphics and gifs.

The main thing that I think is different is the use of art. A lot of the time with art, you have to cut it out of panels by yourself, and sometimes colour something in yourself, if it's a sketch or something. You can use the subject selection tool in Photoshop/Photopea, but this really only works if there's a very clear background and subject; something more detailed or with multiple subjects doesn't work so well. I like to select using either the lasso tool or the polygonal tool, and then create a layer mask once my subject is fully selected! It's timeconsuming, but worth it to have those sharp and detailed pieces.

Using large pieces of art I think is really important for making sure edits are sharp. I generally try to only use stuff above 1000px, but generally anything below 700px is really difficult to use, especially if you're colouring in a sketch by hand.

Hand-colouring is another thing that's real difficult and time-consuming, but is worth it! Multiply and soft light are your best friends. Multiply for the blocks of colour, and soft light I like to use for adding a bit more depth for things like hair, or blush, etc. But play around with the different layer styles, you can get some interesting affects!

It's also useful to build up a little catelogue of styles or designs you like to incorporate into your work. A lot of graphic designers post their work to Pinterest, for example. Here's my own pinterest board of graphics I like!

And here are some of the resources/websites I use. Behance for general PSDs, fonts, textures. Search 'freebie' in the search bar to get those free resources! Dafont and freefonts.io are the two websites I use most to find fonts! Texturelabs is a great resource of free textures to use; white images generally go on multiply level, dark ones go on screen. Resource Boy has a bunch of free textures and pngs on there that you can use, I recently downloaded 70 different chain pngs from here. Designsyndrome is mostly paid stuff, but they do have a number of free pngs and effects that are cool to use. Comicartfans is a really handly website where a lot of people upload art from professionals. It works as a buying and selling site, but I use it often to find art by searching a character name in the searchbar. Unfortunately, not all of these are high quality, but generally you can use these to find larger resolutions by finding an artist's personal website.

As always, feel free to ask if you want something explained, or if you want to find out how I did a certain affect! I'll always be happy to share where I got stuff, most of this hobby functions via word of mouth :3

#asks #anonymous

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thewatercolours · 2 months

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Scrapped KQ Scene: "Roadtrip"

Ok, so I've been working on Goblin Graham again, and I was more or less following my outline from 2021, which is not the most coherent thing in the world. (That happens when the story is actually the decision, partway through a challenge, to see if you can force all the prompts to relate to each other.) And honestly, sticking with that original outline is no longer serving the story. Because I realized I had made Graham run away from Daventry while the castle was being besieged. mainly because I want his family to show him lots of love after the whole goblin transformation thing. Also back then I had never shown the Crackers, and I wanted to explore them. But - none of this works character-wise. Graham would die before running away from Daventry in its time of need. He is brave, and ready to fight for his people. He might falter, but not to the point of running off to Llewdor! And by this point, I've shown the Crackers many times. I don't need to shoehorn them in. I do need to do some rethinking to figure out how to keep certain things from the original storyline, because as clunky as Rippling Consequences is, I want it to work, at least technically. The setups are paid off, etc.

I was really grateful to @captmickey for talking this through with me and offering some helpful insights. She suggested that I take the scene where Graham flees and just make it its own thing. I don't think I'm going to reshape it, but I do like some of the things I did with this scene, so I am going to post it as is just for fun. It'll help me move on from the sunk cost and get the story back on track. So here we have it - the non-official, out of character scene where Graham behaves like a coward and runs, but also has bonding time with a bridge troll.

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Those who have never journeyed overland in the palm of a bridge troll might assume that such a mode of travel saves time. Ordinarily, they would be right. Though trolls are a clumsy, lumbering lot as rule, the gigantic length of their stride makes up for it. Further, trolls never worry about following the twists of the road, or detouring at mountains and rivers. As long as you have no plans to cross the sea, you can more or less travel as the crow flies when you ride with a troll.

But if secrecy is an issue, well, you’re better off overloading a lame donkey with luggage and not watering it the whole way. You will get there faster.

Every day Graham and Olfie got just a bit further north, by way of an awful lot of east and west, and a significant amount of south. They chose secluded routes through the wilderness, giving towns and farms a wide berth. Bridge trolls weren’t unheard of outside of Daventry, but most surrounding nations distrusted them. Graham suggested that the best way to avoid attracting monster-slayers was to keep their heads down, sometimes literally. Olfie crept through the Miser’s Hills on his hands and knees. Graham rode on the bridge, trying to keep his balance. There wasn’t much to hold on to unless he sat by the very edge. That seemed unwise, but he tied himself in place with his cloak. His body lost height each day. The cloak was now about twice as long as he was, giving him lots of material to work with.

“Isn’t that the cape with big ol’ pockets?” his enormous friend asked after the first few hours. “Olfie could tie it to something. You could just ride in one of the pockets.”

But the experiment did not go far. The splint and poultice helped, but getting in and out of pockets proved difficult with Graham’s ankle. Besides, he found it easier to keep it from bending at odd angles if he rested on a flat surface. Once past the Hills, he spent most of his daylight hours in Olfie’s hand.

He leaned back against the tremendous cupped fingers. and watching Serenia’s hinterlands thicken as they passed. By daylight, his vision blurred and most colours washed out, but the contrast between light and shadow was sharp. The sunshine itself felt glorious on his clammy skin. When night fell, the world came back into focus, alive in luminescent purples and greens. Even under the new moon, he could pick out insects crawling a quarter mile off.

Scrub gave way to forest. Graham enjoyed trailing his hand on the overstory, much like he used to dip his hand into the water when he tagged along in the rowboat with his sister. Forest gave way to… well, a forest that clearly went to the gym and ate five dozen eggs every day. Massive paleghost trees dwarfed even Olfie, great-trunked and covered with what had to be the world’s thickest moss. Sometimes Graham snatched a leaf or a tree flower as they passed, just to give his overlong fingers something to fiddle with. He’d always been a fidgeter, but his goblin fingers were impossible to satisfy, just for sheer restlessness.

It did help that he and the troll talked so much.

Roadtripping with Olfie was a revelation. They had always gotten on well, and Graham had never felt he needed to put on a kingly act for him the way so many had needed him to since his crowning. But Graham had never taken him exactly… seriously. He was grateful to him for all the times he has been kind and useful. But, well, he was Olfie.

But with nothing else to do day in and day out, they talked more than they had in the four years since the tournament. Olfie had infinite patience for his too-short tongue and stiff lips. He never once interrupted Graham as he tried to sort out his pronunciation. After the king had offered his fifth or sixth awkward apology for speaking unclearly, the troll had said, “Frankly, Goosie, Olfie doesn’t really notice. All us trolls got some got teeth that go outside our mouth, not in, so learning you tiny people’s words takes a while for us too.” He considered. “Kinda nice you slowed down, actually. Olfie can’t keep up when people talk too fast.”

And oddly, it was kind of nice. If the path was slow and circuitous, the stories were allowed to be too. At first, they talked little besides choosing which way to go, when to stop and forage, when to bed down for the night. Then Olfie pointed out a ravine with flowers growing up its steep sides, which apparently looked something like the chasm where he had grown up.

“Funny,” said Graham. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen flowers like those in Daventry.”

“Olfie’s not from Daventry. Started out in the lowlands here in Serenia. Kind of far from here, though.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.”

“Yup,” Olfie said, a tad wistfully. “You’re not the only outsider.”

The silence lingered. “When did you come to the kingdom, then?” Graham asked at last.

“I’m not great at keeping track. Maybe fifteen years? Ish?”

“And…” Graham’s ears sank a little despite himself, “you still think of yourself that way after fifteen years? As an outsider?”

“Nah! Livin’ the dream,” said Olfie heartily, stopping to ginger his way over a boggy patch which probably qualified as a whole bog. Then he swallowed. “But kinda.”

“I’m sorry.” Maybe he should have said more, find out if Olfie wanted to talk about it. But Graham wasn’t sure he had the stability himself, even to listen.

“Hey, it’s not the worst thing to be,” said Olfie, with a consoling, toothy grin. “Least you got an outside to go back to sometimes, ‘stead of being stuck inside.” He raised his hand up to his face so he could look Graham in the face. As usual, it was a little overwhelming to be so close to Olfie’s eyes, one of which had passed as his “eye of a hideous beast” entry. But right now ‘hideous’ was very much a relative sliding scale. “‘This is just a guess, but with all this heading north - you’re going back, right? Home?”

Graham nodded, staring down at his lap.. “Yeah. Home.” He hoped so.

“Good idea.”

Graham shrugged. “Maybe.” He could think of a few cynical responses to go on with, but cynicism hadn’t got him and the villagers through the caverns. He took the second option - curiosity. “So, what’s it like to grow up in a troll chasm?”

And so the stories began properly. They compared earliest memories, roared over most embarrassing moments, and traded lighthearted gossip about Daventryfolk. Nothing too recent at first, but one thing bridged another. By the fourth day, Graham started to haltingly share the story of what had happened after Olfie had left him in the town square that night. Of the aching choices he’d had to make, and of the enchanted cell he’d been thrown into when his first escape attempt failed.

Olfie didn’t have much to offer by way of insights or comfort. But by gum, he listened, listened in a way that was almost better than talking. “And then what happened?” he would say every now and again.

It was… a lot easier than he’d anticipated telling his story would be. Maybe it was because Olfie wasn’t human either. Or maybe it was just the nature of this strange journey that didn’t quite feel real, this step-by-step rise and fall with no crisis, no escape to plan, no friends to guess how to keep alive, no split second decrees to make, no previous king to live up to. Would the words come so freely when they arrived in Dapplethorpe and everything became real again?

Even wondering began to make it grow real again too soon.

One night, as the campfire in the clearing burned low and they finished off the last of their hunter-gatherer supper, Olfie cleared his throat. “So, King Goosie,” he said hesitantly. “You were pretty quiet today.”

“I guess so,” said Graham, gathering up the greasy pheasant bones. He could feel that with a little pushing, the day’s new thoughts would come out, and he wasn’t sure it was wise to share them.

Olfie pressed on. “Yeah. It must get a little boring for you. Anything Olfie can do to liven things up?”

Graham dropped the bones into the ashes and began raking them over with the roasting stick. “You’ve been great. Honestly the problem’s all on my end.” He should have stopped there, but something unruly in him went on. “ It can’t exactly be your fault when you’re just following the King’s orders.”

“Gosh.” Olfie raised an eyebrow. “Orders. Makes it sound all official.” He sounded slightly hurt.

The king sighed, trying to backpedal. “Sorry. I’m just a little out of sorts tonight. And I’m also sorry for… for dragging you into this. I can’t imagine this is how you were planning to spend your week.” But here it was again, the urge to pedal forward. “And, and if anyone gives you trouble when you get back for abandoning the siege, I want you to tell them it was on my order. Then they won’t blame you.” (Blast it, he knew where this would lead. Why push it?)

Olfie’s great eyelids narrowed. “You walked all the way to Daventry on that leg. You tried to get in but couldn’t ‘cause of the magic.You found out the goblins and little Manny Man had the place surrounded, and they’d grab you if they saw you, probably. You didn’t exactly just abandon the siege.”

Graham didn’t look up from the ashes. A note of anger he himself didn’t quite understand crept into his voice. “OK, to make it plainer - I’m pretty much running away. When i said we should try not to be see, I admit I wasn’t thinking as much about monster-slayers as that… my own guards might be following us. To take me back. Because I ran away, like an idiot.”

“You got Baker Man and the rest of the little town people home safe. And you tried -”

He raised his voice further. “I’d been steeling myself to be okay with my friends seeing me as I am. But when my doctor screamed and crawled backward to get away from me, I chickened out. And ran away.”

“But home.”

The roasting stick snapped. “Even worse. Home with my tail between my legs and everything I tried for trailing behind me. Again. Don’t you get it?” The goblin snarl rose to the surface.

Olfie frowned and reached round the firepit with his thumb and forefinger. For a moment Graham thought the troll was going to grab him. But he stopped, and instead laid his hand down on the grass, right next to Graham. “So why are you going home anyway?” he said, lowering his great voice.

Graham didn’t answer. There were several things he could have said, but they all sounded childish. Funny how you could try to verbally whack someone over the head, trying to prove to them how stupid and cowardly and maybe even treacherous you’d been, and yet still have an inner eight-year-old who thought sounding babyish was worse.”I don’t know,” he said at last, the snarl gone. “I had all kinds of half-plans when I first told you we had to go. I thought I might make things worse. Or that there was nothing I could do. I mean, Daventry’s being attacked by goblins. And Manny. And Manny came to my cell while I was transforming, and he stopped me at the door to the surface. And, and I didn’t know what to do either of those times.”

“You kicked him,” Olfie reminded him encouragingly, clenching a fist and smiling.

“Yeah, I kicked him. Big deal. My point is - Daventry’s trying to defend itself right now. Even if they recognized me, they couldn’t trust me. Aren’t you constantly asking yourself what I might do, what I might try, now that I’m a goblin?”

“No?” said Olfie, puzzled.

Graham laughed grimly. “Thanks. But you’re you. Not everyone sees things like you. And even if they did… Look, I still plan to go back and handle this responsibly. Really. But I need to figure out what that would involve.” Olfie began to speak, but Graham cut him off. “I’m sorry I blew up just now. That wasn’t fair to you.”

The troll nodded soberly, and rose to his feet. The ground shook under him and Graham had to dodge a few unsettled sparks from the fire. “Ya know, this clearing’s a little cramped, and Olfie spotted a nice queen-size ditch just the other side of that treeline. Maybe we both could use the space tonight.”

(You know, I'm glad they had that conversation, because it was what alerted me to the fact that this scene felt all wrong. So - now we've had the scrapped scene, I can get on with writing stuff that works better.)

#graham behaving wildly out of character because the author didn't notice till embarrassingly late #scrapped scene #king's quest #king graham #goblin graham #my writing #fanfiction

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Single Mom's Cozy Apartment

Yeah, I know, another Single Mom build... This time it's a cozy apartment for a young woman and her daughter, who both have sort of a creative streak and love bright, warm colours.

Two Bedrooms - One Bathroom

Apartment: Honeydew Houses, First Floor

Price: ca. § 32,887

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The empty version of the apartment building is available on the Sims 4 gallery! I will share the furnished version as soon as all the apartments are finished!

Gallery ID: LaTalpaVolante

You can watch the speed build on my YouTube channel:

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Under the cut you can read another way too long backstory for the sims living in this apartment:

Jeannie got pregnant when she was only 17. Although she obviously hadn't planned to be a mom just yet, she decided to keep the baby. Her boyfriend of that time and father of her child however really wasn't interested in being a dad at that young age, and her family, who she already had a difficult relationship with, didn't react well either and instead held it against her that she'd acted too careless and had herself to blame for this situation. So most of the time, Jeannie had to get around on her own.

When her daughter Elsa was a toddler, Jeannie could convince her family to help her move to a better part of the town, and this is how she got the apartment at the old townhouse at Honeydew Fields. Although now she's even more struggling to make ends meet, she feels it's a much better place for Elsa to grow up.

Elsa means everything to her and she'd do anything to ensure she has a good childhood, even if it means working in two jobs and doing double shifts. With the money she saved over the years and her creativity and resourcefulness, she managed to turn their apartment into a cozy, cheerful home. It's a mix of cheap IKEA furniture, second-hand finds and self-built stuff, but Jeannie seems to have a talent for making the best out of what she has to work with; she revamped and customized some of the furniture and combined everything in a way that makes the small space look quite cohesive, and not necessarily like it was furnished on a budget. Also Barty Jenkins, the caretaker, has a soft spot for her and tries to help her where he can.

Elsa, who is about seven years old now, loves her mom a lot and really looks up to her. They share the same interest in creative activities and often spend time together doing diy projects, drawing and crafting. Overall, she's a cheerful and lively child, although lately she feels her mom has changed a little, as she's often distracted and not as light-hearted as she always seemed to be.

Jeannie in fact tries to hide her struggles from Elsa, and doesn't want her to know about their financial problems and to give her anything to worry about. But she can't deny she's been feeling very tired and exhausted lately, and she can't even remember when was the last time she did anything just for herself, if there ever was a time when being overwhelmed wasn't the default state.

So for how much longer will she be able to hide her feelings from her daughter? Should she hide them in the first place? And is there any chance that life will ever get easier for her, and more hopeful?

(Yeah, I kind of feel I should make separate posts for these backstories because they are really getting out of hand... But thank you so much if you read until here!)

#sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 apartment #ts4 apartment #LaTalpaVolante #no cc #no cc apartment #cc free apartment #sims 4 no cc #ts4 no cc #sims 4 no cc apartment #ts4 no cc apartment #Honeydew Houses #sims 4 family home #britechester

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geonppangi · 1 year

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boys planet trainees as seventeen songs pt. 1

this is mostly based on how well they fit the concept, but also if i think the song would be a good fit for them based on their skills! to make things more interesting i’ll be excluding the songs that have already been covered on the show (so no home, aju nice, or hot)

trauma - ricky

i think one thing that a lot of people comment on is how ricky has a softer voice

in comparison to other rappers on the show like keita, his delivery isn’t as sharp if that makes sense

which is perfectly fine! each voice fits a different part and i think that ricky’s voice would work really well in trauma

it’s not about the big things but about expressing emotion and thoughts through simple but charismatic rapping

i’d love to see ricky write his own lyrics about his experience on boys planet a la limousine

and also most of the video is just them sitting in different sets and rapping while looking cool

which may not sound very difficult, but it’s actually quite hard to be engaging while also looking like you’re just chilling

and honestly i think ricky’s facial expressions and mannerisms would really suit this song

like there are some people who just look good even if they’re not doing much you know?

i just think this is such a good concept for him

24h - kim jiwoong

to be honest, i think that this one is pretty self explanatory lmfao

it’s a sexy concept for our resident sexy boy

and i think dark red (and navy blue) are just his colours yknow?

i can already imagine him doing the low 24 hour line and i think it would be perfection

to be honest, i love seeing jiwoong try new concepts out, like he did an amazing job with say my name

but i think in terms of what suits him the best, definitely a concept like 24h

world - seo won

ahhhhhhhhhh i think this would be so so good for seo won!!!!!

like the sparkly outfits, the shining lights

and i love seo won when he smiles and a really cute and upbeat concept just suits him so well!

he would also be so good during the chorus like i know that my boy can sing, even if mnet likes to pretend that he doesn’t exist

fallin flower - sung hanbin

ahhhhh i had to think really long and hard about who i should give fallin flower to and what song i should give to sung hanbin

i think there are so many synchronized arm movements in fallin flower and the dance is very delicate and elegant

it’s a song that’s very near and dear to my heart and i think that shanbin would be able to do the concept justice

not only is he our favourite flower boy but he also specializes in tutting and waacking, both of which require precise arm movements

so i think that pulling off fallin flower would be effortless for him

also ngl i feel like he would look really good in pink but maybe that’s just me

mansae - kim gyuvin

THIS SONG FEELS SO GYUVIN

like it’s just a fun and cheerful song

a little bit on the goofy side

and we’ve all seen enough behind the scenes videos to know that gyuvin would totally nail this concept

i think he also has a really youthful look to him so the high school setting also works

also i just really want to see him do the choreo for the chorus

darl+ing - kim taerae

AFTER MAN IN LOVE I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH TAERAE SMILING WHILE HE’S SINGING

he just has such a wholesome smile

and i think that darl+ing is such a cute song

like taerae would be so sweet while performing and i think he would really shine in a vocal heavy song!!!!

left and right - haruto

maybe it’s because of his zoom outfit but haruto has always come off as a little sporty? to me

and he has a lot of energy and the dance skills to match

so i think left and right would be such a good fit for him!

like he has a really good groove to his dancing that really suits the chorus

and i just know that he would eat up the rapa

adore u - kum junhyeon

okay yes, adore u has had some questionable outfit and editing choices

but who better than kum junhyeon to really make that his own

gang was probably one of my favourite performances this season just because of the personality that they brought to the show

also you definitely need energy for this song and junhyeon has more than enough of that

cheers - keita

honestly i think that left and right could also work for keita (especially the rap part)

but i also think he would do so well in cheers, especially with hoshi’s part

so far his rapping has been fairly fast and doesn’t give him that much room to be more experimental with his delivery

but i think cheers will be good for that

also i feel like he would just rock the big hat yknow

honourable mention goes to back it up which would suit his current rap style perfectly

however there’s no video so i’m not really sure about the concept

call call call - park hanbin

okay law phanbin with the scar changed me

like fundamentally as a person i have been changed

but honestly he does so many different concepts it’s a little crazy

i think call call call would be so fun for him, especially since the concept of the song is on the wackier side

like his facial expressions would be so good in this

and there are 3 main outfit concepts at the beginning and he would suit all of them

also he would look very cool on a motorcycle i’m just saying

part 2 here

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More voice claims, and more characters this time around

I was gonna try to do all my Olivia characters I have so far, but a handful of them were proving difficult to figure out, so I decided to go with what I already had. If I can figure out the rest, I'll have a part two for this one.

Voice notes under the cut, copy-pasted from the video link:

(sorry if some are a lot shorter than the others, I have more to say about some of them than the rest... just know I stand by my choices for the most part lol)

Olivia Wolfgang - Tara Strong (Unikitty - UniKitty!): This was another one that in my mind was "specific yet vague" (still don't know if that phrase makes sense but), but I kind of figured it out? The thing with Olivia's voice is that I don't want it to be too annoying, but it still has to be the right amount of childish/excited. A lot of possible voices were either too high or babyish, or not childish enough. Since one of my biggest inspirations for her as a character was Spongebob (who is voiced by Tom Kenny), I supposed that a voice done by someone like Tara Strong could probably work, and I've found that her voice for Unikitty is the best example so far. However, one thing I need to mention is that I do imagine Olivia having a slight lisp. (Another one of her biggest inspirations is Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales, who has a lisp-- and if I were to direct someone voice-acting for Olivia, I'd probably tell them "like Larry the Cucumber but more girly," lol.)

Kevin Hyenadae - Dana Carvey (Garth Algar - Wayne's World): Garth has always been the voice I imagine for Kevin, again since Garth was a big inspiration for him. A very specific, awkward kind of voice. He sounds exactly like this tbh.

Dusty Carol - Tara Strong (Raven - Teen Titans): Another instance where I've always heard an OC this way (though I don't think Raven is much of an inspiration for Dusty's character beyond "both of these characters are goth-girls with purple in their colour-schemes."). A good balance of uninterested-goth who can still show positive emotions (there are plenty of examples of "goth-girl" voices that are way too monotone for my liking, at least in reference to my character.) Also don't get distracted by the fact that the examples I've used for both Olivia and Dusty are the same voice actress (Tara Strong), these are merely examples, rather than, "this is exactly the people I would cast if this was a cartoon with full voice-acting." It is kind of funny that they're the same actress here, though.

Audrey Hyenadae - Fryda Wolff (Penny Crygor - Warioware: Get It Together!): She should sound confident, maybe TOO confident. Very determined, too, and a little rough perhaps? But still young (she's 12c LOL.) I also considered Pepper Anne's voice for her, but I thought it sounded a little too old.

Parfait Brulee - Toni Barry (Snork Maiden - Moomin): Parfait's voice should be very light and delicate, kind of feminine and very nice. Not much else to say!

Laramie Lemon ("Lemon") - Melissa Altro (Pippi Longstocking - Pippi Longstocking (1998)): I'll be honest, I had a lot of trouble finding Lemon's voice claim. I knew she should sound real friendly, with an air of confidence. A real go-getter! But eventually I thought Pippi Longstocking's voice fit well enough. (Don't be surprised if one day I come back and change this one LMAO)

Tami Kachiyama - Michaela Dietz (Amethyst - Steven Universe): Kind of rough sounding, kind of rude but not too much. I think I've always imagined her sounding like Amethyst.

Ellie Gibson - Olivia Olson (Marceline - Adventure Time): She should sound really cool, and pretty chill. She knows what she's doing! Another one where I've always imagined her with this specific voice! I did consider Wendy's voice from Gravity Falls, but I found that it wasn't chill enough. (btw I could've included a snippet for singing, since Ellie is a musician who sings, but I decided I wanted more attention for a regular talking voice. You can look up any Marceline song from Adventure Time if you want an example.)

Conner Oakley - Rickie Sorensen (Arthur - The Sword In The Stone): Another one that was harder to figure out. But, I knew he should sound a little friendly and very kind, maybe a little awkward. There were a couple of voices I considered, but found they were a little too loud, or rough, etc. But I thought Arthur from Sword In The Stone was a pretty good fit! The only thing is that he should have a southern accent, too... But it's surprisingly difficult to find voices with American-Southern accents that aren't girls, rude-sounding, or fully-grown men lol. (I'll also tell you it was a bit hard to compile the voice lines for this one because Arthur has like three different voice actors in that movie lol, but I think I found lines from just the one va.)

Sally O'Dylan-Gaterson - Jo Firestone (Annie Fantasy - Teenage Euthanasia): Nerdy, nice, shy-sounding, with a bit of a lisp (though I don't have a preference on the severity of said lisp.) I also considered Gretchen from Disney's Recess, but she sounded too smart/sophisticated? Sally is nerdy, but not that much academically speaking.

Danny Squiggles - Arin Hanson (Max - Game Grumps' Sam & Max playthrough): Ok uhhhh this one's kind of funny. The idea for his voice was originally inspired by Jon Lovitz's Tommy Flanagan character from SNL (I know very niche lol), especially since he was partially inspired by that character. But, I thought that, while it would be EXTREMELY funny, I thought Danny should sound less like a fully-grown adult. Surprisingly, when I was casually watching Game Grumps' let's-play of Sam & Max, I found that the voice Arin did for Max let's play would fit pretty well. I also considered Meowth's voice, but he just sounds too much like a cat, yknow?

Margot Nodarobutte - Stephanie Anne Mills (Lindsay - Total Drama Island): Margot should sound like a girly-teenager. Kind of air-headed, too. But not too much? And not like a valley-girl. I thought Lindsay's voice fit those parameters well.

Chloe Lovebird - Colleen O'Shaughnessey (Crystal Flowers Snagrash - Psychonauts): Somehow it was hard to figure out Chloe's voice, but I got it eventually lol. She's gotta have a high voice, and she should sound pretty annoying. I mean, her annoyance-factor should rival Olivia's, lol. Very excitable. She's a parrot after all, lol.

Debbie Xander - Brittney Karbowski (Black Star - Soul Eater): Debbie is LOUD and ABRASIVE. She tends to yell. Very in-your-face, but not exactly mean. Also, I think she might sound a bit androgynous? Idk how many people would consider this particular voice androgynous-sounding, but eh.

Cammie Kharma - Lara Jill Miller (Libby Stein-Torres - The Ghost And Molly McGee): Cammie was another hard one, though I thought she should sound kind of nerdy and a bit upbeat. Also a slightly nasally voice would probably fit, what with her little horn-nose 'n all, lol. My first idea for the voice was actually Juniper Lee, but looking up the voice actress I found this role she did in The Ghost and Molly Mcgee, and thought the attitude of Libby's voice was a better fit.

Edward Tennyson - Todd Haberkorn (Death The Kid - Soul Eater): Ed's got that anime-type voice yknow. He takes everything too seriously and is pretty sophisticated. My first consideration for his voice was actually Haku from Spirited Away, but I thought that sounded TOO serious (though a very deadpan kind of voice could be pretty funny if executed right.) So I remembered Death the Kid from Soul Eater and thought that could work pretty well, though I might want him to sound a tiny-bit less goofy.

Liz Lawrence - Brigette Lundy-Paine (Billie Logan - Bill & Ted Face The Music): This was another hard voice to find, though I still had a good idea of what I wanted her to sound like. I wanted to find a Pauly Shore kind of voice, yknow? (I guess you'd call it a "stoner-type-of-voice" but that seems wrong to say about a 14-year-old LOL) Though most of those kinds of voices you find are boys. Some voices I found were just really chill, TOO chill and cool in fact. While thinking of Bill & Ted I remembered Face The Music and the fact that their kids in that movie were basically copies of them lol, and I thought Billie was a very good fit.

Vic Kilgore - Nathan Sharp (Damien LaVey - Monster Prom): Ok so my idea for Vic's voice was just, "like Nathan Explosion but a kid." Rough, and like... metal, I guess. But he's still an annoying kid. Thought Damien LaVey fit, although I think Vic wouldn't be so loud. (as a bonus, when Vic grows up he sounds more like Nathan Explosion lol)

#voice claims #olivia 'n friends #oc #original character #veez art #Youtube

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pyjamacryptid · 1 year

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artists self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five arts/sets/edits/gifs that you've done, then pass on to at least five other people. time to shine and spread some self-love and appreciation 🥰 <3

oh my god sia i am SO SORRY i am only just now seeing this ask it's been so long i am so so--

Sia!!!

This was so hard to choose wow.

FANVIDS FIRST:

I'm Sorry | Merlin & Arthur from BBC Merlin [tumblr link] [direct yt link]

This took me over 2 months and, so far, it's the best fanvid I've ever made. I'm ridiculously proud of it and I only have a tiny bit of shame in saying so XD. The finished product ended up far better than the original concept I had in my head. I wanted to make a video that focused on how Merlin and Arthur forgave one another; Merlin, since the day he met Arthur, and Arthur when he learned the truth. Because the core of their relationship was unconditional love, to their own strength and detriment. I cried almost each time I worked on it.

2. I Became Greedy | Kurosawa & Adachi from Cherry Magic [tumblr link] [direct yt link]

This took me about .. I want to say a month? I'm also proud of this one. Cherry Magic is a light-hearted BL j-drama that - at its core - is about the importance of reaching out to others, and the bravery of reaching out and accepting someone else's outreached hand. I eventually want to edit a video on the overarching meaning of the show. But I... am a sucker for pining lol and I was so taken in by Kurosawa's pining. It was so poignant, I was literally clutching my chest in sympathy pangs. So, I wanted to edit a vid that emulated that and focused just on that feeling. And I think I??? did!

3. it's not living if it's not with you | Wei Wuxian & Lan Wangji from The Untamed/CQL [direct yt link]

This was the second fanvid I had posted to my youtube channel and I used a lot of editing techniques I had never tried before, so I learned a lot! I wanted to show as many aspects of wangxian's story and relationship in one video as I could without mucking up the pacing or making it messy in general. I love the colour palette and font I chose. Something else I really wanted to achieve was using a light-hearted song with a sad meaning over both sad and happy scenes, because that's a recipe for EMOTION. And judging by the comments I got on this vid, I dare say I succeeded XD I had a lot of fun making this! Even if I got stuck on it for a month and then thankfully could finish it when I was hit with an epiphany. I also cried quite a bit while making it shkgjhdf

Listen. I have. Emotions.

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4. A Favourable Misunderstanding | Merlin & Arthur [link to full comic here]

A meme re-draw turned into a fluffy comic because it took on a life of it's own and Merlin & Arthur are a force to be reckoned with when being idiots in love. I was also super proud of this! Despite the many styles in one comic (which is fine, I was just worried about nothing looking like it matched) I was happy with how I drew them! Especially as I find Merlin's face very difficult to get a grasp of, for some reason. And I was also proud of their characterisations! I still get so happy to see how well-loved it is, and so perhaps it doesn't need its own rec but what the hell. I love it, too hehe.

5. Balls the Unfathomable | a comic about a weirdly wholesome demon summoning [link to full comic here]

My friends and I, while on a call, fell into doing a bit. That lasted a really long time. And during it, I became a summoned demon nicknamed "Balls". No, I'm not joking. It was ridiculous and hilarious.

Thankfully, I remembered most of it and immediately tried to commit it to paper for - what I thought - was going to be a short, half-assed sketch comic. Nope. I ended up with a multi-page comic with clean lines and everything.

Funnily enough, I hadn't actually ever finished a multi-page comic before this. Not one so polished anyway. Balls has that effect on people, I suppose. skjdhjkfdg

So yeah, I was proud of finishing it, and of choosing a cute, simple style and sticking to it (cute, "less realistic" styles don't come easy to me, so I struggled more than you'd think trying to figure out how I was going to draw this skdjhkfg) and of how I structured the panels, especially when I really was just winging it. I do not know how to panel (yet).

Basically; I adore my friends and the fun we have together and I had to share this particular shenanigan and Balls themself. They've become a beloved character amongst my friends and I.

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That's it! Long-winded commentary and all.

Thank you again for the self-rec, Sia! 🥺💕💕💕

psst hey, you should go totally check out Sia's blog - she does amazing edits and gifs

#once again i'm so sorry I saw this so late skjhgdfg #ask #ren replies #courtjestermerlin #self-rec #my art #pyjamacryptid edits #fanvid #artists on tumblr #merthur #kurodachi #wangxian #the untamed #cherry magic #mdzs #viddingisart #merlin #gayble tag

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thevoidable · 2 years

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SANGHEILI HEADCANON TIEM

Okay okay so we’re all in agreement that the Sangheili have a sick design and it’s super fun to think of all the various ways they could look, like different skin tones, eye colours, markings, etc.

But I’m sure one type of design that’s crossed a lot of people’s minds is an albino Sangheili, and so I’ve made it my job today to delve into what that could theoretically and realistically look like and how they would exist in the Halo universe!

(Full disclaimer: I am not an “ologist” of any kind and the following is 100% speculation based on what I was able to research, so apologies if there’s any information I get incorrect.)

So the first thing to consider and look at is how real-world albinism works. Albinism can be present in humans, animals, and even plants (bet you didn’t know that. Neither did I). The simplest way I can explain how it’s caused is it stems from a gene mutation that occurs during the growth of the embryo that prevents the natural production of melanin, the pigments that give our skin, eyes, and hair their colour. This is what makes organisms with albinism appear white or lacking in darker colours.

The poster-child appearance for albinism is pure white skin/fur/feathers/scales and red/pink eyes, but this isn’t always the case. Some species with albinism possess the yellow or red/orange pigmentations known as carotenoids, which are actually caused by the animal’s diet, unlike melanin which is naturally produced by the body. As for the eyes, the lack of melanin actually makes all of the blood vessels visible, which is what gives them their red colour.

(It’s also important to note that albinism should not be confused with leucism; albinism is the complete loss of pigmentation, while leucism is the partial loss of pigmentation. Leucism also affects all pigments, not just melanin, which is why leucistic snakes for example are pure white (or piebald; leucism can be very patchy) and have no visible patterns, because the carotenoids are also being prevented. Leucistic animals also commonly have blue eyes.)

Now, what are the health impacts of albinism? Creatures with albinism are generally as healthy as any other of their species (well, most of the time anyway; sometimes there are exceptions) - it’s external factors that give them a less than stellar reputation. For wild animals, albinism obviously gets rid of any camouflage, so prey are easy targets for predators, and predators find it difficult to go unnoticed by prey. But the food chain isn’t their biggest threat: it’s actually the sun.

Melanin is our natural protection against UV, and without it, we’re extremely vulnerable to burns and skin cancer. Since albinism affects your eyes, sunlight can seriously harm your vision, too - think of melanin in your eyes as natural sunglasses; take those sunglasses away and the light is suddenly not very pleasant to look at. Not only are you photosensitive, but there’s no UV protection here either, so prolonged exposure in the sunlight means your vision will quickly degrade. The same goes for animals, and this is why many don’t survive to adulthood.

So, with all that in mind, let’s take a look at some real-world photos of albinism (in reptiles specifically, since Sangheili are saurian) so we can start putting together how it might look on a Sangheili.

Since albinism appears differently on varying species, we’ll start by organizing them by type and then decide which varient works best for a Sangheili.

Starting with snakes, patterned carotenoids are very common, and in some cases parts of the snake can even appear translucent:

Lizards are also very similar in that aspect:

Crocodillians (usually alligators) however don’t always have prominent patterning, so a majority of them are mostly white with tinted areas of carotenoids instead:

(Babies are an exception though)

There’s also turtles, but I wanted to keep this list limited to reptiles that are similar to Sangheili.

Now, which out of all the above is correct for an albino Sangheili?

Looking at the model, well...it could honestly be any of them. It’s entirely dependent on the creative liberties you take with your character - for example, if you want your Sangheili to have patterning, then they’ll probably have carotenoids since they’re omnivorous (but because they’re aliens, those pigments might not even be yellow or red/orange). However, if your Sangheili is a lot more plain, then they’ll most likely be more white with slight tinting, like alligators.

If you want my opinion though, Sangheili skin seems to resemble a combination of crocodillians and lizards the most. They have rough, bumpy osteoderms lining their head, shoulders, and back, as well as loose patches of skin, especially around the mouth and neck. The latter I could see having a slight translucency to it with albinism, but the former would be plain white (with some hints of pigmentation), since the rest of their skin is very thick.

However, there’s one thing about the Sangheili that makes them differ slightly to Earth’s albinos:

Sangheili blood isn’t red.

(Even though it tehcnically should be because oxygen is what makes blood cells red and Sangheili breathe oxygen but whatever ALIENS)

But why am I bringing this up, you ask?

Well, remember that red eyes in albinos are caused by the blood vessels being visible due to the lack of melanin. So, if Sangheili blood isn’t red...

That’s right, albino Sangheili would have indigo-coloured eyes instead.

The colour of the blood could also potentially affect some of the white on their skin, especially where translucency and visible blood vessels are concerned, making them appear more blue or purple tinted.

So yeah, that’s something to keep in mind.

WOO, now that we’ve covered how albino Sangheili would look, it’s time to go over if they would even be around in the Halo universe!

And, well...they actually wouldn’t.

And that’s not because they can’t exist in the first place, they absolutely can be born because it’s simply a genetic mutation. The reason you wouldn’t ever see one though is because they would never survive for long.

Especially on Sanghelios.

Sanghelios, for those of you who don’t know, is a planet in a tri-star system, meaning it has THREE SUNS. As such, the planet’s surface is an incredibly harsh environment, and most of its land is dry and rocky.

Remember what I said about albinism causing a lack of UV protection? Albino reptiles are especially prone to UV radiation because they have no fur or feathers, which would otherwise provide some protection.

And since the Sangheili are so far behind on medical science, they would have no idea that it’s the sunlight that kills their albinos.

In fact, as Sangheili are very supersitious, I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually believe these “white childlings born with eyes of blood” are cursed. They’re probably seen as a sign of ill omen, and I can imagine many parents trying their best to prevent a seemingly doomed fate, while others would know it is fultile and give their child an early mercy.

However, since many Sangheili now have an alliance with the humans, it’s entirely possible that albinos can finally starting growing to adulthood, because all it would take is a human visiting Sanghelios and seeing or hearing about an albino childling and going, “Oh yeah it’s cuz they’re born without natural protection is all, just keep them out of the sun and they should be fine” and imagine how many Sangheili minds would be blown that day, lmao.

Anyway, CONCLUSION: Albino Sangheili pretty

That is all, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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