#i love her in your style you played with the color pallete so well

[cinnabundolly12]

Hi, I wanted to say that your art style is super cute, i love how bright it is, snd I wanted to ask if you have any particular headcanons for the fnafhs cast, any ideas or relationships (of any kind, to be clear) you have made! Things that you changed from the source material, kept, expanded on, anything! Id love to hear how you interpret these characters

For example, you drew bonnie snd fred working at an ice cream place, and il thats a trend going around but do you have any hesdcanons for anyone working in particular places or any coworker dynamics ?

So sorry if this is too much at once or unintelligible!

Thank you I tried sticking to edo's color pallets while also fixing them to fit my color picking choices XD the style for the series was changed to being chibi like to draw easier and faster (due to my hand pains I have been recently having these past months) I wanted to try cartoon like style but I haven't picked a decent coloring style yet which is why everything hasn't been rendered so well worry guys ;v;

Yea ok the team and I decided that some characters desperately needed a rewrite so all the headcanons and some of my comics jokes are canon to the au they're not just my ideas but mostly are

Here's some stuff I've added/kept relationship wise

Golden x Fox

Owynn x Fred x Joy

Toddy x Onnie

Meg x Spring

B x B?

Fede x Felix

Eak x Town Trap

There's most likely more ships in the future but they're extra characters from the rest of the fnaf franchise c:

In my au Bonnie's mother is having troubles paying bills so bonnie gets a job to help out and the animatronics offer to help take a shift so they take turns (still a process being looked through) it's a small workplace that I haven't finished designing yet so more on that later but the animatronics are like siblings so there will be chaos >:3c

Spring would take on small jobs like he did in the series except he will be getting his money because he needs to feed the household somehow XD

The au has the bands working to get 1st place so they'll get the prize money so not many of them are job focused uwu)b

The villains are kind of a mess atm since there's 2 villain groups and they themselves are fighting each other because of their goals (and the meddling of fred/dy and joy)

My favorite thing which I have not shown yet is owynn and vanny hating each other so much they want to get physically violent but their solution has been nerf gun fights in the student council room xD (vanny is president and owynn is vice president) others in the council are Mai, Puppet, eak, TownTrap, Moon (other positions being looked at aka no more spoilers lol)

The world of shadows is being included in a different kind of form if you've seen the glitches in fnaf world then you'll probably understand and the locked door from help wanted is being turned into a thing which is where security puppet is placed in which is why I have had her interacting with fred/dy and joy (joy is sorta having this big role along side the boys so her character development is supposed to be made with their help)

Ann and bonnie are going to continue getting bullied but I'm going to try to expand on it a bit (I've also been bullied before and I ended up becoming friends with one bully but I'm not pulling that deltarune card xD)

I made Freddy's emotions a bit more dramatic and he ended up being a little depressed I'm not sure how far to censor that tho but Fred has been showing his scars which Freddy does not like since he's still trying to "play normal" and their role of their friendship with the animatronics are flipped from the original Fred wants to hang out with the animatronics to be normal and Freddy wants to be by himself not talking to anyone trying to pretend to be normal especially since Fred keeps getting more out of his control and taking over the body by force

I gave Fred a pet to help balance out this human thing which is also playing the part for the "magical girl" thing where the creature helps transform the person but Fred can be human at the cost of being a pet owner to a very hungry monster xD the problem of this creature is trying to balance out how long Fred can be human since I don't want it to be like a Fred can turn whenever he wants to he actually has to make sure the pet has energy up so that Fred can continue being human at school all day

The problem with golden being "the golden boy" has definitely been looked into and his rank position will very much effect the band especially against upcoming rivals I have written down UwU

I'm still debating which things get drawn into a side comic for fun and which will actually get put into the series as I'm writing down future episodes but if there's any questions about specific characters (existing fnafhs characters/ fnaf franchise/ fnaf fazbear frights/ fnafsb tales from the megaplex/ fazbear fanverse) I don't mind answering especially since most are still being looked into or being made as background characters c:

#fnafhspr #fnafhspr ask

[mushroom-for-art]

The first crackship child, Imp and @phlurrii 's Circe makes, Nymph!

First art piece using Sai and a Wacom drawing tablet rather than my usual method and! I think she looks really good!!

She was originally gonna have green stripes on her arms like her momma Circe but as I couldn't make a nice green to go with the dark pink that was already established (based on Imps arm patterns) I just left them pink but I imagine as an adult she would get greener markings in those stripes and the shoulder stripes because adult mew patterns go brrr. Same for her legs I imagine she'd get more green stripes to go with, her leg patterns are based off Circes stripes and Imps spots with the patterns becoming completed spots going up the leg cause I thought it was good

Same for her second neck rather than a strip down the middle of green she's got stripes because of Imps striped neck and the spaces in between will probably grow in green patterns as well, her nose will probably become fully green too or just get more texture depth

Beans and heart bean because Im not immune to heart pattern and also Imp had heart patterns on her knees so had to squeeze in a heart so double beans

Her ear horn fluff is more pointed like how Imp has her little horn points so she's got more exaggerated fluff points and probably horn points in her horn cartilage/bone whichever

Both her mama have blue eyes so she inherited that she also got paler arms from great grandmeau and grandma mew. Big ol fluffy face in phlurri style because fluffy babyyy

She takes a lot after Circe physically because (Circe has the better reference of expressed features) Circes mew genes probably merge with and amplify Imps mew genes making them more phlurri world leaning in design than my world leaning

Also a shiny baby! Mainly because I probably couldn't mix Imps purple and Circes green into a nice color and I think her fluff works better with green plus she looks so minty! Like a little mint! Very cute to me with a darker tail tip like mama Imp rather than light like Circe

Her tail spots were originally purple like Imps and as much as I liked it and thought it was cool I had to accept that I couldn't force purple into the pallete, so I shifted and altered it to this green and then lowered the opacity, I suppose it'd make them like great uncle Flurry? Spots gang

I headcanon she's actually got quite a thin tail that's just incredibly fluffy, since Imp has a thinner tail reminiscent of a mew but it's definitely all muscle don't wanna get hit by it.

She'll either grow more visible chest shoulders as she grows or because of the way Imps cloned mew dna and Circes altered mew dna interact her shoulders remain quite fuzzy without a hard covering with just a thicker chest/half chestplate. Yes I just kinda forgor it oops

I'm noticing parts I missed when cleaning up if you notice no you didn't

I will admit I did struggle with this as Imp doesn't have many traits to mix, had I been clever (which im not) I definitely would've played into Imp having fairy dna and given Nymph features from that fairy line but I don't actually know where Imp gets her fairy dna from or if its enough to really express properly she just had parts here and there added to make her more docile so it unfortunately isn't enough to use in clever design.

She's called Nymph because the idea in my head was definitely more greens and pinks and what's green and pink? A flowering tree, Circes name is associated with magic, magic tree? Nymph. Plus a Nymph is a baby insect and Imp would probably call her Nymph with the expectation that when they're older they'll shed their baby name and pick a new one for themselves cause Imp definitely has weird mixed feelings on her own name. I think I'm also pulling from the concept of Elves having baby names until they're adults.

I love her very much your honor, there was gonna be other art of Imp and Circe holding Nymph while holding hands but the art spoons are gone and i feel guilty enough making everyone wait so long for these lmao, (tho I kinda wanna write a drabble for them we'll see)

#my art #Crackship child #Pokemon crackship #@phlurriis Circe #Babytwo Nymph #Nymph the mewtwo #Rambles and lore and stuff under the readmore as per usual #Sorry for no twins here Phlurrii! #I hope you like the baby <3 #I love her so much #Plus original sketch under readmore just added cause I forgorrrrrr #You can see the demonstration of her thin tail in the sketch

[radioves]

ooohhh my guy i have got some THOUGHTS on your art-- id say youve got a pretty wide variety of styles, more or less, but there ARE a lot of like common threads

for some reason, they way you draw shoulds always sticks with me. i dont know WHAT it is my i notice them

the COLORS. like, lately yove been using somehwat muted, almost vintage colors (with the exception of that ms paint one), but throughout all your art you just. you understand the colors so WELL. GAH!!!! Like, okay, with the mutued colors ones its mainly been grian and scar right? am i remmeberign correctley?? well anyways i LOVE THAT SO MUCH because it reminds me SO MUCH of the desert and like!!!! it works so well, and in others-- take your Sunwolf art, which i never saw before today but i LOVE-- you use brighter colors and such nice pallets and aa.!!!!!! (i LOVE your ms paint grian aa)

anyways. yeah i would say an amazing understanding of colors is like. a staple. its like. YOUR brand of understandign colors. i dont know HOW to say it with words but no one else does it like you do/pos

and youve got like, little things too, beyond color. like little cloudy parts on the skin where it changes material or smth, brushstrokes on the wings, lizzie's little orange spots dotted around her skin.

idk excuse the rambling i just get brainwaves over your art <3

ouhhg thank you!! it is really fun to play with colors, especially when it comes to using certain shades to look like something different- is that what you could call it? basically its just like using grey as blues and dark yellows for green in warmer toned pieces. also yeh. little details my beloved <3

#[.ASK]

[bukojuiice]

— their wedding day with you.

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, x fem! reader)

ೃ  tags: headcanons, tooth rotting fluff

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-  you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach. 

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

-        The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

-        (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

-        coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

-        mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

-        The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

-        kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.  

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you” 

-        bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true...  Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

-        shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

-        to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

-        he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

-        the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

-        you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

-        whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

-        As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face. 

-        All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

-        A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

-        He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

-        You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

-        You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along.  you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

-        “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku  just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding. 

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding. 

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

-  string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a  white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo. 

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie. 

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

-  izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside. 

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow. 

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes. 

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

-  “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugo headcanons #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki headcanons #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x y/n #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya headcanons

[encantoaushoplookedits]

Abuela Alma Modern AU Outfit Layout

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So sometimes I make these layouts for characters and i really hyperfixated on Encanto so here we are. I’ll talk about some of the important pieces and details. this ones gonna be long cause i love abuela so much:

While this is a modern au, i styled the outfits for abuela to be 50-ish years ago, like when she was in her early 20′s. Like if there was a flashback to her before or around the time her kids were born. 

This is post-canon events of the film but also a modern au (it makes no sense don’t think about it) But for the present day headcanon abuela is unlearning a lot of toxic thinking and behavior and working through her trauma for for the first time in her life. maybe she is seeking some counselling from a trusted friend or priest or something. but also she is taking a step back from leading the family and is reconnecting with them individually. shifting into a less stressful and controlling role in the family. seeking both forgiveness and validation in her healing journey (i love her i will stand for no abuela hate in the chat). She and Mirabel are especially spend a lot of time together and mirabel shows her tiktoks and she is this kind of grandma: 

*tiktok playing*

Abuela: who’s that girl?

Mirabel: she’s just someone on the internet

Abuela: are you friends? you should invite her over

mirabel: no- it’s just a video-

Abuela: do i know her family?

all the grandkids who are figuring out their sexual/gender identities are nervous about coming to her, until it is revealed that Bruno came out to her as a teen (as some kind of gay/demi/ace take your pick). while she was a bit confused by the terminology she worked really hard at educating herself and being understanding and supportive, so now as a grandma she is super accepting of the kids being lgbtq+. also very much this tweet : 

Happy pride I will never forget what my grandmother said to me when I came out to her at age 18. The words have really stuck with me. She said “stop crying we’re at a Chinese Colombian buffet I don’t care if you’re gay”

age 20-ish alma makes me cry every time i watch the movie (i just can;t help it). anyway. she doesn’t come from a very affluent family but she has a lot of ambition and leadership skills so she works really hard in school and in her community. she might be like the first person in her family to go to college (majoring in something like history or political science) and the pressure of being a young woman in these fields makes her very aware of image and what people think. 

(full disclosure i am not very well educated in Colombian history and am not going to try and make something up. just know that these headcanons are just for fun and not super plotted out. they borrow heavily from the events of the film and are mostly the same but in a modern setting. fill in the holes with your imagination)

she and pedro meet at that candle event they were at in the movie (is that like a real thing? i haven’t heard it mentioned in the encanto vids ive watched). of course they hit it off immediately. I imagine pedro to be very warm and soft-spoken, and he really likes how strong willed and opinionated alma is. theyre both very family oriented and really want lots of kids and grandkids eventually. he is killed in some vague civil unrest situation like in the film and alma has to move to a small town in the mountains ( the encanto) to raise her kids. she internalizes that trauma and becomes a community leader for many years to protect her town/home/family from all the bad shit in the world. 

her color pallet on the layout is some dark reds/burgendy/oranges with really romantic prints and sophisticated pieces. she is super sentimental so her jewelry are family heirlooms and she keeps these clothes for so long that her grandkids want to borrow them cause vintage clothes are really cool now.   

So this was my last outfit layout for encanto and i think my favorite one. i’m really into this style and colors and silhouettes. plus i am v biased cause i love abuela she is one of the most nuanced and interesting disney characters i’ve seen in a long time. just the thought of the dos orugitas scene makes me ugly cry (i think encanto is a shoo in for best animated pic at the oscars and dos oruguitas hopefully for best original song). I really liked this movie and i hope the fandom keeps growing and i hope you guys liked these dumb headcanons lol.  

#encanto #abuela #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto headcanons #encanto au #encanto modern au #encanto tiktok au #floral aesthetic #romantic aesthetic #pedro madrigal #rip #dos oruguitas #mirabel madrigal #ootdinspiration #outfit layout

[something-in-the-seas]

Sorry to bother once again, (I had the Bioshock Infinite bullshit centrism ask and the Burial at Sea ask) but I’m replaying Bioshock 2 again as well and I can’t help but think...why does this one in particular have such a hardcore fan base? Returning to Rapture just isn’t very thrilling whatsoever, and the level design as well as even the graphic design of ads and art in the world is an enormous downgrade from the first game. Sure, the gameplay was good for 2008, but it has aged pretty badly a few things aside (the improved hacking creates great moments of tension). The color palette of the game goes from brown to dark golds, and the splicers just aren’t as engaging either. The world building and characters just feel incredibly expository and unnecessary. Sophia Lamb and collectivism just feels like cliche cult writing and not as wholly dangerous as objectivism/anarcho-capitalism and also feels like at times it’s just trying to do a critique of left wing politics and it doesn’t work. I understand Rapture is pretty much a post apocalyptic society and is just degrading rapidly, but the world just isn’t as immersive as the first and feels like a cheap imitation. Minerva’s Den really feels like the saving grace of this game, and it’s story is much better, but it is unfortunately relegated to being DLC. People complain about Bioshock Infinite’s retcons, but this entire game feels like it doesn’t have actual canonical parity to the first game and wholly unnecessary. I understand that 2k gave devs a VERY limited amount of time (like maybe a year and a half) and they got screwed over and that contributes to a lot of the shortcomings, but I just don’t understand why people in the OG fandom love it. Levine sucks, but even him and that team got shafted by 2k and forced to streamline a lot of the content they had originally made for Infinite(I was obsessed with the development of Infinite, and they brought in Gears of War and Call of Duty managers to streamline everything for the mainstream gamers from what I remember) Knowing this...why should Levine or that team consider Bioshock 2 a canon entry to the world they created? Through this lens I almost understand why Levine and that development team basically broke that universe with Burial at Sea, quite possibly knowing that studio would be dissolved and knowing 2k(a horrendous company tbh) would want to continue using the brand name and world of Rapture for a thing that team worked on for so long. As far as the Bioshock Rapture novel itself and canon...the novel itself doesn’t take a lot of the canonical events in Bioshock 1 into consideration and a lot of the prose just feels flat :/

Well, as a fan of Bioshock 2, I guess I’ll shed some insight as to why it has such a devoted fan base and why people have really turned around on the game in recent years. The game isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, and Minerva’s Den is fantastic, but it holds a special place in my heart.

Bioshock 2 absolutely still has the best game play in the series. Compared to the original Bioshock, which does feel a bit clunky, and Infinite, which doesn’t even have a weapon wheel, Bioshock 2 takes the combat system introduced in the first game and significantly improves it. Dual wielding plasmids and weapons is a game changer, you’re able to efficiently swap between the two without the wait time of pulling out your weapon. There’s a reason why people want the new game to have 2’s style of combat. Compared to Infinite’s shooting gallery style game play, it still favors exploration like the first but also experimentation when it comes to using your plasmids.

2’s designs and color pallets can still be absolutely gorgeous. It’s been eight years since Bioshock, so things are going to be rusted and in terrible shape. The game also focuses on the poorest parts of Rapture compared to the original game, which has you go to the richest neighborhoods and entertainment centers. Pauper’s Drop isn’t going to be as pretty as Arcadia or Fort Frolic.

Compared to Infinite, which is just twist after twist to try to out do the iconic WYK twist in Bioshock, 2’s story is simple: you’re just a dad trying to save your daughter. However, it does what Infinite cannot and gives you freedom. You’re able to kill or walk away and it changes the story. The characters you meet are less way expository than the ones in Infinite, who just appear to shed some backstory on Booker or Elizabeth and then die. Sparing Slate doesn’t matter, but sparing Grace does.

Grace, for example, is able to recognize Delta’s humanity and turn away from Lamb’s cult because her love for Eleanor is stronger than her fear of Lamb. As you read her audio diaries, you find out she’s an incredibly tragic character who isn’t a bad person, the world has just hurt her. Showing compassion to Grace is something she’ll never forget, and while Stanley and Gil are never seen again, I think if the team had more time, they would have included their responses. It’s implied through the statues in Persephone, though, that Delta sparing Stanley gets him to finally get his shit together and Gil is able to fight back against Alex the Great. The biggest twist 2 comes from Sinclair not being your Judas like Atlas was, even though the game hints at this, but he selflessly sacrifices himself for you and Eleanor because he’s grown to care about you.

Lamb is a controversial villain, but I think she’s miles better than Comstock when it comes to writing. She’s a terrifying, powerful figure who doesn’t rely on sexualization to get what she wants. She’s very intelligent, she runs circles around Ryan and Fontaine. Her ideals aren’t exactly terrible and she started off wanting to do the right thing, but she emotionally manipulates and gaslights people around her to do what she wants. She takes advantage of others and at the end doesn’t care about her “family.” They’re a means to an end for her, the end being Eleanor becoming her “utopian.” She’s emotionally and physically abusive to Eleanor and doesn’t respect her autonomy.

I see Bioshock 2 as less of a criticism of leftism, but more of a criticism on cults and organized religions in general. Unlike the original Bioshock, which has references to Judaism because the majority of the characters are Jewish, 2 has a lot of references to Christianity. A lot of people have a hard time understanding what exactly Lamb believes, but if you put in perspective the similarities The Rapture Family has to the Catholic Church, than things make a lot more sense. Lamb and her followers commit cruel acts under their “religion,” Delta commits good acts because it’s the right thing to do.

2 doesn’t feel very connected to the other games, though it should really with Infinite given the glaring similarities between the two. It feels like it’s own story and that works with me. There are huge stakes with Lamb possibly destroying the world if she wins, but it also has the sweetest father-daughter relationship in gaming. You have Mark Meltzer, who goes through hell and back to find Cindy and gives up his life for her, and you have Delta and Eleanor. There’s no animosity, there’s no tension, they just love each other unconditionally. Delta’s love for Eleanor is so powerful that a whole city full of cultish splicers and Big Sisters just couldn’t stop him.

There’s definitely things in 2 that are problematic like the homophobic brute splicers, but it’s not just my favorite of the trilogy, it’s my favorite game of all time. I love Bioshock 2. I love Bioshock 2 because it doesn’t try to be more than what it is. You’re a dad who loves your daughter, and she loves you. When I first played Burial at Sea, I was so glum that I played Minerva’s Den and Bioshock 2 and I felt so much better with this being the chronological end of the series (for now). Also the Little Sisters are adorable and the highlight of the game, they have so much personality now.

It’d actually break my heart if 2K actually listened to Ken and made it not canon, it’s not his decision to make. Thankfully, though, it looks like we’re getting more 2 and Eleanor content which is awesome. I can’t wait to see an adult Eleanor on next gen graphics in her prime showing off why she’s the GOAT of the OG series.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #augustus sinclair #subject delta #eleanor lamb #sofia lamb #this game definitely isn’t for everyone but I love it #but a lot of people who hated on it when infinite was released are coming around #it’s a legit good game just not as grandiose as 1 and infinite #but being so grandiose hurts those games massively #after Ryan died the plot for 1 nose dives and infinite’s ending is an absolute mess #2 stays consistently good same with Minerva’s den

[bitchapalooza]

Here we go, my love letter to North Italy's and Germany's contrasting designs and how good they are!

Disclaimer: I only know the basics of character design. I am self taught and still learning so in no way is this a professional character designer review.

First of all, shape language

Circles, triangles, and rectangles/squares are fairly common shapes used in design. They are simple and appealing to not only children but everyone who loves consuming media! You can either have a main shape to your character or you can mix them all together and get a fun character soup!

A good example of a round character would be Vanellope von schweetz(Wreck It Ralph)—

She is a very energetic and happy character and this translates well into how her character was built. Without her fun clothes and color palette, you can easily tell Vanellope is an overall fun, childish character. 100% designed to be a marketable character might I add. Round shapes are also key to making cute characters btw!

A good pointy character would be Sideshow Bob(The Simpsons)—

Without seeing the knife behind his back, you can clearly tell Sideshow Bob has malicious intent. The pointy nose. Erratically styled hair. He also has a very long body made up of mostly rectangular tubes, which translates well into his calculated and logical personality.

A good boxy character I say would be Mr. Gar(Ok Ko: Let's Be Heroes)—

His purpose in the show was to be the property manager of Lakewood Plaza Turbo, and that means he has to display some amount of authority. In order to do that, he was designed with mostly rectangles and squares in mind. He does have a very intimidating exterior but he's also a huge dork.

Lastly, a pretty decent design that mixes basic shapes together is Fear(Inside Out)—

The emotion fear in general is a very mixed up thing to begin with. It's scary. Anxiety plays a messy part in it. Depression too. It makes sense for Fear to be all over the place visually. I suggest looking more into Inside Out's production process. They do a pretty good job with the final emotions' designs and their concept art is also very interesting to look at! I honestly kept it in mind while developing one of my own art styles and it helped me use shapes to my advantage.

As for silhouettes, give your character defining traits. North Italy's hair diddly-doo is good trait. Just something to make the character stick out when they are blocked out in black.

Color language.

Color is also a very important thing for design. However, as Hetalia is based purely on stereotypes, this really isn't applied here on a deep level as it is in normal character design. Let's compare two characters with a similar vibe, shall we?

In the past and in fandom, Russia is typically associated with malicious energy. However, he is most associated, in canon, with many neutral tones—

I see this as intentional on Himaruya's and the colorists/color stylists part. One, it fits his character very well. Two, it deviates away from Russia's disturbing attitude and intimidating appearance. It makes him look softer compared to the things he says. Makes him someone you would willingly want to hug on the streets of all places.

But Maleficent—

Was deliberately designed with purples, greens, reds, and blacks in order to sell that she was evil. If she were to dress any other way, say a hipster with mostly black or red, she would be more like Mother Gothel, basically a villain in plain sight much like how Russia is portrayed in at least the old fandom. Back to Maleficent, her pallet is all villain. She is the BEST example of what an obvious villain is and its thanks to Marc Davis(even if Sleeping Beauty (1959) was a flop). She's probably my favorite villain because her design works so well for her role.

Now onto the main event...

As you can see here, these are Germany and Italy's basic shapes. They translate very well into what their personalities are. I have to say, my favorite part of Germany would have to be his tightly slicked back hair. It really tells the viewer he's a serious guy. Whereas Italy's is loose and bouncy, which also translates pretty well into his character but not as obvious. Again, we can't say much about their color language as yellow means positivity and energy(think Spongebob Squarepants) and that isn't exactly Germany whatsoever.

Their contrasting designs work really well when both characters are put side by side—

You can clearly tell their personalities apart just from one glance. Germany is very neat and straightforward. North Italy has this sort of spontaneous air to him. It also works pretty well with the mixed history real life Germany and Italy have— at least it does to me anyway.

I still don't hold North Italy's design to high praise, neither Germany's, but at least to this extent they're my favorite designs. They're pretty much the embodiment of unlikely friendship and opposites attract and I love it so much!

#hetalia #hetalia germany #hetalia north italy #hetalia veneziano #hetalia russia

[one-piece-musings]

A Ghost Ship and Cards (O.C. Bravo D. Rocks)

The Captain cringed as they ripped through her raven locks. An eye closing as she pulled away from the hot combs that grazed past her face. Six pairs of hands worked rapidly to the specifications of the captain preparing her for the grand entrance. If she had learned anything upon the seas it was to make her first impression loud and unforgettable. Bravo D. Rocks was willing to play an entire life's bet on one moment.

Hours later she knelt in front of a mirror as her hair was pulled up and pinned into place with golden hair pins now silky straight. Carefully, the woman leaned forward to pick the cherry rose lipstick pallet from the floor carefully lining her lips the same as they had done her eyes now shadowed in deep reds. Red hues glared from under those long black lashes and bravo could not help but smile anticipating her moment of glory.

She wasn't so much focused on creating a name as she was the reaction given when the old ship pulled into the port. She burst into laughter at the thought of fear upon their faces. The women around her worked rapidly to lay layers of silk pinning them into place carefully before repeating with the fifth layer of kimono. It was to signify her status as self designated royalty and a style she felt complimented her personality.

When they finished the door swung open and a small girl rushed in with spoken riddles bringing a growl from Xebec. Rouge hues shifted to meet the other in scolding before the words left her lips.

"Captain, The invitation was located and we are in route to the pirate festival. I do caution you in bringing THIS ship into port. There will be many who despise these sails and jolly roger and they may take their vengeance out on you alone. I worry for a twenty year old ship that was set..."

Before the woman could finish Bravo had hurled a brush at her popping her in the forehead before the fool could finish her statement.

.ೃ࿐"Don't you ever doubt my fathers ship! FUCK THEM AND THEIR OPINION'S and so long as you are in my presence don't you ever, ever, doubt my capabilities so long as you call me your Captain. No need to threaten me with a good time either, you already stuck gold!".ೃ࿐

Bravo explained as the woman rubbed her now bruised forehead in silence. The sweet smile to follow such a soft spoken voice fell back into place as bravo resumed her preparations. Though the words were spoken she held no offense because what they were going to do was going to bring a lot of attention. Her end game was to try and shake the world and capture all the shiny treasures that fell out. In order to advance and become notorious she would have to give up their best advantage.

.ೃ࿐"I intend to find Roger, I have some grievances to address so we simply must go. Don't you understand? There is no better way to make our presence known than to appear at a festival uninvited!".ೃ࿐

Bowing the other approached in silence to simply hand her the invitation to the festival quickly scurrying away much to the Captains delight. She preferred it this way. Fear and worry could move even the meekest of men and women. She desired to see the raw power promised to her by the crew in every waking day. They had sworn to avenge the name that had suddenly fallen to the grievances of others. Such a petty thing!

They were pirates and the world was ran by the cruel hand dealt by the sea. Whoever assumed that their adventures would be fair was a fool deserving of death by her hand. Bravo didn't really care of the things of the past and had no intentions of ruling anything at all. She just wanted to swim in the glory but wasn't concerned enough to chase the last island. Instead she would address what was before her and the fact they didn't know she existed was even more nerve racking and infuriating. Her father had not claimed her in any sense probably for her protection.

As nightfall fell, the Captain made her way down the old halls listening to the creaking of wood under her feet. Her laughter echoing out as layers of pinks, purples, and reds trailed behind her. The sandals she wore she was careful not to make a sound with as she stepped her hips swaying with each carefully placed step. Through etiquettes, Bravo was taught to move in grace as if floating. Her heart pounded as they inched closer to their destination. She knew this could go one of two ways and even if things did get a bit rough she'd surprise them by showing them that a feared ghost ship could also fly and fight with a vengeance. She had secrets to revel and was determined to keep the name alive if only for her own purpose. When the doors pulled open she glided past with stoic features. The image of the festival and ships reflected from her red pupils and Bravo found herself holding her breath.

The lights reflected into the heavens in invitation and the celebration could be heard even from far out. It was then suggested that they take a moment to gather their nerves with drinks before going ashore. Bravo could not help but nod in agreement her vices sounding rather lovely at the moment, for even she was nervous in the least. Bravo calmly waited for a red pillow to be placed on deck and let out a nervous sigh before quickly clamping her mouth shut to withhold any stupid comments.

Kneeling slowly she let out a much needed breath reaching out with freshly manicured hands to grip the sake bowl. Moments later she set casually an elegant bared leg propped in front of her as she lifted the bowl bringing it back only to lick her lips in approval.

.ೃ࿐"Hic!....pause.......Hic!".ೃ࿐

The woman chirped quickly covering her mouth with a blush quickly glancing about to see if any would call her on being drunk. It was then her second in command lifted the red top layer of silk to tie in place over her Kimono signifying her status. Bravo had never been big on hats instead she often decorated herself in gold and jewels and at times often wore a crown.

This was her revenge to be had and she intended to lay out any who stood in her path with grace and precision. Alcohol actually amplified her capabilities and she was known for being fully capable when under the influence. A drunken sage if you will, when tested with the kiss of alcohol. Her family set about her on deck and enjoyed their drinks in in celebration of her order to raise their revised Jolly roger.

The new black sails danced in the night breeze as the original white rocks sails dangled behind them blowing gracefully in the wind. The only one to be tied into place was the darkened red sail of her late father.

The ghost ship like appearance had much to her amusement spooked most in whom she encountered. The colors of the wood were also darkened for elegance and appearance. The ship by her design was renamed the Grim Reaper only because the girl at the time could not come up with nothing better her crew had actually agreed to.

She understood the wind so well and was the first to hang some of her newest sails sideways to assist in speed and navigation. The idea was spawned when she under drunken influence was seeking ways to speed up their approach. The Black Widow Pirates were unheard of and much like her design was often purposely confused for her fathers sails.

When the moment came and she knew they were within range she then gave the order for the cannons to be exposed and all armory to be on standby. She hoped she wouldn't need them but was certain of one thing and that was that pirate responses were often unpredictable.

.ೃ࿐"Don't worry, This ship was salvaged and built strong I assure you she still has a bit of fight in her. She is supposed to appear as if she sails in the land of the dead let's bring a chill to the festival. Its a wonderful effect and to be even more bold. Pull down the top sail and drop my father's sail in front of mine to prove my resolve.".ೃ࿐

As the order was given silence echoed out and the drunk princess turned quickly pulling her fan from her sash. Before her hand lifted to expand it her crew had disappeared to do exactly as she ordered. The whispers amused her so she gave no cares lifting her bowl to her lips to sip happily.

"She must have a death wish! She is certain to get us all killed."

Bravo spat her drink out onto the wooden planks whirling about in a hiss to address the subject at hand.

.ೃ࿐"If you are so cowardly as to doubt my plans then you are free to leap into the sea before I rise.".ೃ࿐

She said every word her voice smoothing out the serious tone decorating each word in promise. She gave no other comments as they dropped the sail satisficed in their resolve. Had she been her father the deck would probably be lined with the dead though none of the original Rocks pirates would have doubted. If anything they would have complained that the ship was not approaching fast enough.

This was about the treasures of the world and the thrill of installing a ghostly memory into the minds of others. Until now they were able to sail freely because none who survived were taken seriously in their claim of being attacked by the Rocks Pirates. It was the perfect cloak much like hiding in plain sight. Bravo cast no cares only because she had already seen the face of the world in her own transformation. Her will was built strong if only to protect her heart. A caged and locked away thing hidden behind greed and revenge.

She took her temper out on the world and her sails supposedly did not exist. Bravo would sink marine ships on sight to ensure none carried back a message of their true identity. She at the time needed the time to build and grow, to hone in on her haki and center the abilities of her fruit, Kūki kūki no Mi. The fan in her hand she used to direct attacks and control the element with ease compensating for range.

Bravo rose to her feet when the shore came close enough to view the Captain noting many of the sails she had seen in childhood. Sharp eyes glared out as the jolly roger she sought was not present. Softly cursing the Captain let out a disappointed sigh turning to face her crew shaking her head to tell them that Roger was not present upon the island.

Casting a quick shrug, the woman whirled back lifting the fan her thumb and index spreading the decorated fan out with a pop. The red ribbons dangling behind it danced in the breeze she kept circling them to slow their approach to almost a creep. Bravo sucked in a breath to take advantage of the mist that lingered over the seashore.

Slowly she lifted another arm to pull back her sleeve keeping her stoic posture black strands dancing about her as she prepared herself.

Bravo gave a long strike through the air drawing the mist on the wings of air to give them a bit of cover should she need to react quickly. As they sailed closer she quickly closed her fan tucking it within her sleeve alongside her other hand to patiently await their arrival.

She would watch their response to size up any and all opposition without a display of power. She believed that moving in silence was key in order to draw assumptions. She ordered her crew not to breath a word to add to the eerie approach. The creaking of the was ship able to be heard as they slowly pulled into port. The Fog slowly settled on board the ship and moved with them as they approached dispersing across the ground once they anchored.

#BravoDRocks #tagging from: one-piece-musings #one-piece-musings #one piece rp #originalcharacter #here goes nothing and now when I am supposed to do replies find myself creating entirely new muses thank god for multi muse #@chronicparagon #pinnedbybones

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

#eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp eret #why must this being stream so late #goose the cat #erets cat #delayed liveblogging

[scoobydoominuscoobydoo]

Why do you hate Scooby Doo Mystery Inc so much?

Hate is a pretty big word that I really don’t like to throw around that often because to me it implies zero redeeming qualities and that it never should have existed. I don’t think the Scooby world would be better off if MI never existed because despite it’s flaws there was a pretty huge following for it in the beginning. It did something that wasn’t all that common for CN shows at the time and that was trying to take a more serious and heavy-handed approach to the Scooby gang’s lives. It also brought back the concept of an overarching story line that was pretty well done before it go so convoluted (the last Scooby show to do that was 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo and that was back in the 80′s). It showed that the standard Scooby formula actually worked really well with this sort of set up. 

It also is the best looking show and I really do mean that. The art-style is appealing to the eye and the color pallet was shooting for this whole neon noir that worked really well. The directing and camera work is set up like a teen slasher movie and it meshes nicely with the vibe the show is going for. The designs for the monsters are also pretty memorable from the first season and look great. Like I can remember most of the episodes from the first season simply because of the set pieces and monster designs (the episode where they end up in a house underground is one of my favorites aesthetically).

This was also the first series with Matthew Lillard as Shaggy since the 2002 and 2004 live-action films and he does a great job for sure. The performances from the whole cast are good as a whole (not exactly off brand for them).

There’s the episode “Night Terrors” that got like 11 year old me shipping Shaphne in the first place.

So there are definitely some things I respect from MI and I wouldn’t say that I hate the show. I think strongly dislike suits my feelings more.

Despite the fact that it did a lot for Scooby it also messed a lot of it up (this is coming from someone who watched it several times all the way through). The story got too complicated and there were a lot of unresolved plots and character actions that didn’t make sense.

I think the worst crime it commits - and the one that my animosity is directed at - is that it’s characterization was the worst out of all the shows. It tries to sell the gang as the town outcasts who only have each other but most of the time I can’t buy that they’re close friends because of all the times they just stop talking to each other. It really feels like they hang out with each other on accident and would really be with literally anyone else. Most of the first season just feels like Daph is there because Fred is there and she wants Fred to jump her so.

The gang’s relationship is a key element of every Scooby show and if you leave the impression that they aren’t that close than you’ve got five characters acting independently that sometimes solve mysteries together.

Not to mention how badly the gang themselves are written.

I’ll start with Shaggy because he’s my guy and his treatment in MI makes me sad. Overall, I think he’s the most “in character” out of everyone but that still isn’t saying much. A lot of his development is through either Scooby or Velma and the Velma development was handled as poorly as possible. I know this show came out during a period where putting the guy on the receiving end of an abusive relationship was funny but that doesn’t make it okay. It’s played for laughs but even when I was little I didn’t think Shag being in a controlling relationship was amusing. When he breaks up with Velma (for a completely valid reason that doesn’t even mention her abuse of him) he’s painted as the bad guy and it’s brought up for the rest of the show. That effectively ruined his connection with the rest of the gang and now he’s more or less just there. He doesn’t get any emotional heart-to-hearts or scenes showing his relationship with the gang (the most he gets is with Daphne ironically). 

Most of the conflicts he alone faces are connected to Scooby or food and I feel like they could have explored so much more with him. Especially since that was the whole selling point of the show to begin with. The consistent fact that Shag is the glue that holds the gang together isn’t an element in this show either. I figured they might explore his obviously neglectful parents who still don’t seem too attached to the having a kid thing. But that didn’t happen and any outstanding Shaggy moments in the show aren’t as deep as the show promises.

Daphne easily gets it the worst. Her whole character is like completely dependent on Fred’s current attitude of her. Which is a shame because the show has these undertones of implying that Daphne is this eccentric, dorky, rich girl and I have no problem with that but nothing is done with it. Literally all of her characterization comes from Fred and any major development with her also comes from Fred. Season one her is pining for his affections relentlessly to the point that is seems kinda ridiculous. Even when they try and have Daphne “give up” on him she doesn’t even really do that. She’s just more inward about her feelings. I can’t even think of anything else to say about her because everything about her is just “SHE IS INTO FRED” in big red letters all over the story. I will mention that she is kinda sexualized in this show but it isn’t all that extreme. It’s not exactly illegal for a sixteen year old girl to wear bikinis (that she wears to get Fred’s attention of course). She did pull the teenager wearing lingire way before Riverdale did so props I guess (not really I still don’t understand the point).

It’s disappointing because Daphne is such a charming and lovable character in every show she’s in. Yet in MI she’s blown down to Fred’s arm candy and even when they promise to give her a character beyond that they really don’t. She falls back into the same relationship dynamic with him despite the supposed character growth.

MI Velma is given the backwards character arc of being the victim in an emotionally detached relationship. And it always confuses me because it’s obvious she had no interest in who Shaggy is because she wanted nothing to do with his life and kept trying to change him. Ironically she was trying to turn him into her arm candy and somehow convinced herself that he was the bad guy for not wanting to be that. The show wants you to feel bad for her because a boy chose a dog over her - but that isn’t even what happens! He states that he really isn’t ready for the kind of relationship Velma wants with him and that is painted as him choosing his dog. She holds that over him and Scooby’s heads for the rest of the show and I still don’t feel bad for her because she literally tried to force him to get rid of his dialogue quirk through physical harm. And he felt bad about it until the end of the episode????

When she isn’t abusing one of her best friends she’s usually talking down to all three of them because she’s perfectly aware that she’s smarter than them. Yet she’s the one who gets the most interesting story. Working for Mr. E and having an obvious lesbian relationship with Marcie are like actual things that progressed her character. Neither Shag or Daph get this treatment  and they don’t even get any character development to begin with. But every time I finish the show I stay at the same conclusion that I don’t like her all that much. Her redeeming quality could be her brutal sarcasm but that’s a character quirk that doesn’t fix who she is.

Oh Fred, dear little Fred. The one with the actual character arc that remains consistent. His character just got regulated to the dude-bro of your dreams with a trap/ascot obsession??? It’s pretty jarring to watch because Fred from the older shows is like this sweet guy who tries to play the mature one in the group. And then MI took that and threw it away so they could turn him into Captain Oblivious who only notices his feelings for Daphne when she expresses even the smallest bit of disinterest in him (how many relationships have I seen like that irl? Too many). There’s also the unspoken rule that all Fraphne development happens through jealousy (it’s been that way since Zombie Island and is still a regular thing). 

The thing is, there’s so much I could say about Fred yet not really all that much. He gets the most story and arguably the most screen-time. He prioritizes so many things over Daphne’s feelings for him and when they’re dating Daph states that she feels like one of his traps because he’s so controlling. He breaks her heart like it’s no big deal but then we’re supposed to believe he still loves Daph enough to actually stalk her?? The more I think about it the more shocked I get.

Actually, the more I talk about this show the more shocked I get. Mystery Incorporated has always been held to a higher regard as the best Scooby show. But that’s coming from the crowd that didn’t watch everything Scooby-Doo had to offer. 

Aside from the great art and animation, the integration of a greater evil happening behind the scenes, and probably the best score as well, MI’s flaws outweigh all of the good things it brings to the table. I try to give it another chance and I am always disappointed because nothing is accomplished or done with the characters and that’s what I was promised. An overarching plot suggests character development and progression but we don’t get that. Instead we get the butchering of a cast of characters we love and a bogus ending that makes zero sense in the context of anything.

TLDR; MI sucks but I would still watch it everyday for the rest of my life if it meant I never had to watch Scoob! again.

#ask minus scooby #mod ninja #talking about mi just gets me disappointed #because shows with potential that was wasted bums me out #clearly the people working on this have talent #yet it doesn't amount to anything

[kazimakuwabara]

One Part Cream, One part Coffee

Summary: Usopp’s first love, vs his current love. (pulled from a compilation of drabbles on my Ao3 account. kaya/usopp and then SanUso)

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Usopp had tried coffee when he was twelve.

He had pilfered some from a neighbor, who had thrown a rock at him for spreading lies. He figured that jerk could do without his dose of daily caffeine if he was going to act that way!

Late at night, he crept into Kaya's house, and in a rare moment of daring, the two crept into the kitchen and had shared a cup of coffee. It had been too bitter at first, but Usopp remembered the sweet cream his mother used to pour into her cup. After finding some stowed away in the fridge, and pouring the cream into the cup until it overflowed, the two tried the beverage again. This time it was to their liking, and they giggled quietly about the mess and drink they had made.

When Merry caught them, Usopp ran for his life, and Kaya was confined back to her room.

For days they talked about the treat they had made with one another. Kaya didn't mention how she had a fever for two days, and Usopp also didn't bring up the fact that he couldn't sleep for a little over 24 hours after drinking it. It was still fun. They had done it together after all.

Usopp thinks he started to like Kaya then. More than his crew, and a little less than his mother. It had been something different, but good. Something that mixed so well, like the sweet cream in the dark brown coffee. The new honey color of the drink felt like Usopp's budding emotions. Warm, and very sweet.

But at twelve, he didn't know how to cultivate those feelings. This sweet feeling was just a treat, one he kept for himself as he enjoyed his friendship with Kaya. He reasoned they had many years to walk towards this new emotion together. They would discover what this emotion meant together, and they would go out to sea when Kaya could. She could be his doctor, and he would be the Captain. And when they were on the ocean, it would all fall into place. 

That was what he had told himself.

He liked to think her smiles at him weighed more, when she gave them to him. He thinks they did at one point. But the sticky sweet cream that the two had found when they were children, was meant to stay in childhood. Something changed the day she slapped him. When she didn't believe him when he told her about Klahadore. The slap was hardly painful, it stung, just a little. But what happened inside, felt much worse.

The jar of sweetness he had kept on a shelf inside him, fell off. It fell, and it broke and soaked into the pit of his stomach. Why didn't she believe him? He lied, and told her stories all the time, but why wouldn't she believe him about this? They were friends, right? She would know that after all their years together. That he would never lie about her safety. He knew her much longer then Klahadore, so why did she not trust him?

The spilled feelings of that day remained ruined. He couldn't shake off this ugly feeling, that there was no coming back from that pivotal moment. 

Kaya knew it too.

When he had met her at the edge of his island, when he planned to go off to sea, it had been an accident. He hadn't intended to say good-bye, he had full-heartedly planned to slink away. When Kaya met his eyes, something sad and remorseful passed through them. Her smile was brimmed with longing, but she seemed resolved to accept the fate she had played a part in. Still, she said she would wait for his return, and Usopp promised to tell her many fantastic stories when he got back. But his dream of taking her onto the sea was gone.

It was dropped among the sweetness of his first love.

It would have to stay there. Childhood couldn't last, and not everything from your youth could come with you.

He smiled at Kaya and left her behind. He thought, at the time, it was the bravest thing he had ever done. He would never have coffee with cream again. It was a little promise he made himself, something unspoken aloud or even fully thought of. But it was his decision, and he was going to stick by it.

It took some time on the sea, for him to appreciate the taste of black coffee. 

Even if he didn't like it at first, he drank it every day. Especially when Sanji joined the crew. You couldn't waste food with that guy, not if you wanted to keep your skin.

Usopp could be pretty good about keeping a straight face too. Well, in this case, he could smile as he tried to swallow the bitter brew.

"Longnose... what are you doing?" Sanji asked Usopp in the crow's nest one night. He had stopped by to deliver Usopp some drinks and a few snacks while he was on watch. As he opened the hatch, he was startled to see Usopp making a disgusted face as he finished a mostly cold mug of coffee.

"Oh... Sanji..." Usopp muttered around the drink, "Uh... just trying to get through this."

Sanji watched Usopp, with a rather large amount of confusion as Usopp coughed and shuddered after finishing the drink. Usopp then took the tray of food and drinks from Sanji. Usopp sighed, shaking off the last bit of revulsion, and then picked up the fresh mug of coffee Sanji had brought up. The look in Usopp's eye as he poured thew new batch must have let Sanji know Usopp's disgust was for the drink itself, and not the cool temperature. 

"Wait! Wait... if you hate black coffee so much, some milk or cream-"

"No," Usopp gently but quickly interrupted Sanji, "No. I can't have cream. No." Usopp's voice was sad, even if he hadn't meant it to be.

Sanji tilted his head, "Then I can start making you tea."

"No... I need to do this. Coffee is fine. Black is fine," Usopp sighed, looking purposefully away from Sanji.

Sanji sighed, "Well... if you're sure."

The next day at breakfast, Sanji set a cup of coffee down in front Usopp. It was different... somehow. Usopp squinted at it and glanced at Zoro's cup. Yup, Usopp's cup was somehow... a little more tinted with orange. Usopp looked around and then noticed Nami and Robin's mug was the same slightly different color that Usopp's was. Usopp felt a pulse inside his chest, his heart had picked up the pace. Usopp glanced at Sanji, who was watching him, his blue-gray eyes glaring hard at Usopp.

He lifted his own mug, and nervously Usopp copied him.

Sanji pressed the mug to his lips, and Usopp did as well.

Sanji slurped his drink, and blushing Usopp did too.

This brew was different. It was really good. Less bitter, and hinted in a fragrant note. Cinnamon? Nutmeg? Usopp really didn't know, he didn't have the pallet Sanji had. But it was good. Bitter but fragrant, the after notes of the drink rather nice.

Usopp drank the coffee and smiled when he was done. It was the best he'd ever had, and he didn't need cream.

Usopp hung back that night, and with his hands twisting nervously behind his back, thanked Sanji, "I know you don't give out special stuff unless it's for the ladies... so I really... I really appreciate it Sanji."

"Not a problem Longnose," Sanji shrugged, "I wanted to show you there were other types of brews that worked just as well. There are many different flavors of coffee out there, you should try everything."

Usopp nodded, and turned to leave, but Sanji called after him, "Oi, Usopp!"

"Uh... yeah?"

"Ask. I might, maybe, give you something special time to time," Sanji's voice was low and serious. He didn't turn to look at Usopp.

Usopp's chest thudded again. 

Usopp didn't think he could fall in love with the bitter notes of coffee, but maybe time would tell. It was different. Not what he expected. But now that he was starting to enjoy the flavor. He really wanted more. There was an extra spring in his step, when he left Sanji's kitchen. 

It became a secret tradition. Usopp and Sanji drank different styles and flavors of black coffee together. Usopp mirroring Sanji's first sip, and the two smiling with their eyes as they both basked in the flavor. Usopp always thanked Sanji for it, and Sanji smiled, his eye fixed on Usopp, filled with emotions the sniper wasn't sure of. Usopp thought he could reach out and touch it, and this time not be slapped in the face for it.

But then again... maybe Sanji wouldn't trust him either when it came down to it.

Usopp didn't want that to be the case. So he would settle for friendship. No use hoping for something different, no point in ruining a good thing. Better not try, better not hope.

After the events of Water 7, when Usopp was back with the crew, back where he belonged, Usopp sat alone in the crow's nest. He had said sorry a dozen times now, and everyone said he was forgiven. It still didn't feel right somehow.

"Oi, Longnose, something for your shift!" Sanji's voice was just behind him, and Usopp flinched at the sound.

Usopp slowly turned around to face Sanji, who had pulled himself up to sit on the door of the trap door. His legs dangled casually through the rigging, and the tray was set between them.

Daring to scoot closer, Usopp glanced at the coffee. It was that slightly tinted orange color of the first new flavor of Coffee, that Sanji had ever offered him. Usopp's throat closed up at the sight of it, and his eyes welled with tears.

"I-I didn't think you would... would still do this with me," Usopp croaked, as tears began to drip down his cheeks in waves.

"Usopp..." Sanji whispered, his voice soft with concern.

"I'm s-sorry! I really messed up, I'm sorry! I thought I'd ruined everything. I'm sorry, really sorry! I-" Usopp began to babble, and Sanji took Usopp in his arms.

Usopp stiffened, quaking against the embrace he didn't feel like he rightly deserved.

"I know. I believed you the first time. You're sorry, and I know you mean it. You don't have to keep lamenting the issue!" Sanji's voice grew exasperated and his hold on Usopp tightened. "It's done. You're back. You're back with us. And we're so glad. I'm so glad. We'll share coffee together, like always."

Usopp buried his face in the crook of Sanji's neck and sobbed against the chef. His hands fisted the fabric of his nice vest, and he wept relieved that he was believed. That Sanji had faith in him. That Sanji had pulled him to him, instead of slapped his face.

"...You've been afraid we weren't ready to accept you back?" Sanji accused his voice rough and raw, "How stupid can you be, you shitty longnose. You're our sniper! You're home." One of Sanji's hands had come to tangle in Usopp's hair, and he tugged it at the root. Usopp circled his arms around Sanji's waist, bringing them closer. He had managed to get his sobbing more under control and rest his cheek against the nape of Sanji's neck.

He would have happily stayed tucked there if Sanji let him.

But instead, Sanji pulled Usopp away and then tilted the Sniper's face up. Usopp blinked, confused as Sanji seemed to be trying to figure something out. Usopp's face was turned again, at a slightly different angle, and Sanji descended down on him. Sanji kissed Usopp at the perfect angle to avoid Usopp's nose, a careful calculation that Sanji had considered.

Sanji's eyes closed, his brow narrowing in determination, as he seemed to be trying to pour everything into this kiss. Usopp gasped at the tingling shock of warm lips against his, and stubble slightly scraping his chin, as well as the feelings that Sanji was trying to have him drink.

Sanji took Usoop's gasp, as an invitation, and slid his tongue into Usopp's mouth.

Usopp stiffened a little more, nervous hands flying to Sanji's chest. But Sanji pulled Usopp closer and kissed him all the harder. Usopp trembled, his heart racing as he tried to copy Sanji's movements. Was this the right amount of pressure for a kiss? Did you suck on the tongue as so? Where should his hands be? Did Sanji like it? Like it as much as Usopp did?

Sanji broke away to gasp for a breath, and Usopp gasped too. At his desperate intake, he realized Sanji tasted like the coffee the both of them loved. Usopp tried to speak, but Sanji's lips were on his again, and Sanji's hands had slammed down on the wooden floor of the crow's nest, between Usopp's arm and near his hips. Usopp's back roughly bumped against the wall of the crow's nest, but he brought both hands to Sanji's face. Sanji's skin was soft and slightly cool in his hands, but as they kissed Sanji's cheeks grew warm. Usopp's hands slid into Sanji's hair, and Sanji continued to press and push against every small thing Usopp had to give.

Usopp's kissing was more timid and shy than Sanji's.

Sanji kissed him like he was starving.

Usopp shuddered. There was something nice about being kissed this fiercely, about being wanted so bad. 

Had Sanji been scared too?

Usopp had to shove Sanji hard after a couple of minutes of intense kissing. Sanji, rather reluctantly, finally pushed away, a string of saliva still connected between their lips. Usopp choked, in desperate need of breath, while Sanji licked his lips, breaking that small strand, a hungry look in his eyes as he looked at Usopp. Usopp choked and coughed, spots dancing in front of his eyes. "Ah! You love-cook! Are you trying to suffocate me!?'

Sanji had the decency to blush red and look embarrassed. Coughing uncomfortably, Sanji mumbled, "I thought you would run away, and you didn't... you...you kissed me back."

The suggestion hung in the air, and Usopp nodded nervously. He could still taste the coffee on his lips. Taking in gulps of air, and feeling his face hot with a myriad of emotions, Usopp licked his lips. He was sorry that the kissing had stopped, but he needed to think clearly. Sanji's eyes flickered at Usopp's tongue, and he grit his teeth with impatience. Sanji did not like this pause in their kissing, something that thrilled Usopp in the back of his mind.

The predatory gaze was thrilling, and Usopp felt his nostril's flare as his own excitement mounted. But there was something that needed to be said first before they could continue.

"I like you," Usopp and Sanji said at the same time, though Sanji said it with less of a tremor in his voice.

Tension bled from both their bodies once the words were out, and Sanji reached out for Usopp's hands, gripping them tight. Usopp leaned forward, his forehead pressing against Sanji's shoulder, and for a moment he thought he might cry again.

"I thought... I didn't think you could like me. I'm not... not a girl," Usopp muttered, relief washing all over him. Sanji wanted him. Sanji believed in him and wanted him. Out here on this sea, on this new ship, Usopp was wanted.

"You're you," Sanji whispered dryly, "it doesn't matter you're not a girl. You're you, and I want you."

Usopp shuddered, and closed his eyes. He let himself smile. Sanji encircled Usopp in a hug again, holding tightly on to the sniper's small frame. They held each other, and something better than that sticky sweet love of childhood, was warming him up from within. As warm as a fresh cup of morning coffee.

Sanji and Usopp eased into each other, calmer, and quieter this time.  Sanji tucked his nose into Usopp's hair, and Usopp curled against Sanji's chest. They steadied their breaths together, the warmth of their bodies and steady rhythm of their heartbeats calming them. They both ignored the coffee that was growing cold.

Usopp thought briefly of Kaya. Her sweetness, and her kind smiles. She was his first love. Sanji's hand swept over Usopp's back, warm and rough, pressing Usopp against him a little too hard. Usopp sighed, eyes fluttering closed.

He preferred the black coffee of adulthood better.

#kazi fanfic #one piece #sanuso #sanji #usopp #pre timeskip #i never post my one piece drabbles here #and i should change that! #i edited this one for the millionth time and thought it should be here

[urimaginespimp]

Michael Gray: Better Man pt 14

Olivia was still half asleep when she felt that something heavy was draped across her torso. And when she finally fluttered her eyes open, the first thing she saw was a wallpaper that definitely is in her apartment, but definitely wasn't the one in her room.

The body beside her slightly moved, and that's when the events the night prior finally came back to her.

Turning to face Michael, he appeared to be still sound asleep. She took the opportunity to just look at him. It bothered her that him sleeping shirtless still had the same effect on her.

Seeing him like this brought her back to mornings when they chose to stay in for a little bit longer in bed; Either being intimate, just holding each other, or just being playful - only to be disrupted by Tommy's booming voice entering the house, threatening them both that they'd better be decent when he comes in, and that they're already an hour late.

Because no matter how he tried to act unbothered from seeing John and Esme before, he once let it slip to her in between drinks that it scarred him.

Keeping herself from laughing at the memory, she decided to look at Michael's sleeping face. She had always told him before that whenever he was asleep, he still looks like the same innocent kid when he first came to Birmingham. But looking at him now, she doesn't think that the same could be said.

He's gotten a lot more handsome, there's no room for argument on that, but he also has this air around him. Kind of the same one you'd get around Thomas.

But thank the heavens that Michael still knows how to smile.

"There's no old man behind me you're staring at again, right?" Michael asked in a deep voice, smirking at her with his eyes still shut.

"No, but its bold of you to assume that I was staring at you when you haven't even opened your eyes yet." She reasoned, trying to sound smooth.

Finally opening his eyes, his blue orbs in a still slightly dimmed room were now looking back at her.

"Hi." He smiled at her, arm still on her waist.

"Hi." She replied shyly. "How was your sleep?"

"The best one I had in years." he answered, tightening his arm around her waist to pull her closer. "You?"

"Eh... I've had better." She teased.

"Of course, you have..." he yawned. "Still was with me though." He smirked at her.

"Michael it's like 7 in the morning. You shouldn't be this arrogant." She said, making him laugh.

Shaking his head, he raised his arm from her waist and touched the ends of her hair.

Looking at his knuckles, she took notice of how some parts of them had little light scars, possibly from old cuts.

"Have you been fighting a lot back home?" She asked him.

"Bigger business means more danger." He answered, still touching with her hair. "Your hair is still the same length from two years ago." He observed.

"I did cut it above my shoulders when I got here." What she said got his full attention.

"What are the chances I'd see it in the near future?"

"When I'll feel like it... Which won't be that long from now." She smiled.

She has been thinking of getting it shorter again. She just couldn't be bothered to style long locks every day.

Loud knocks were made on Michael's door.

"Oi you two! Having a guest in the apartment is not the time to be locked all day in the bedroom." Ada exclaimed from outside.

Olivia sprang on her feet and rushed to open the door.

Expecting to be met with a scowling Ada, she was actually faced with a smug knowing look.

"Good morning, Olivia." her eyes were full of mischief. If there was something she and Ada really bonded over when they were younger, it was eavesdropping in family meetings by pressing their ears against the wall when they weren't allowed in. Now with how her friend was looking at her, there might be a possibility that she heard last night's conversation.

"Good morning." She greeted back, almost embarrassed at the possibility that she did hear them, and excused herself to the kitchen before her friend could see how red she'd gotten.

"Great morning, Michael?" she heard her ask him with a teasing tone. -------- The three of them were sitting together and enjoying breakfast when Michael asked her something.

"What tie should I get for the charity gala, luv?"

"A gala?" Ada asked, intrigued.

"We, I mean Livy has been invited by a client to their charity gala which will be two weeks from now, and I'm her plus one." Michael informed his cousin.

"Oh, I almost forgot about that. I got a letter saying it's pushed back for another two weeks. Any would do, Michael. I'll just wear an old dress anyway." She answered.

"Like hell you are?!" Ada exclaimed.

"Ada I'm not comfortable going dress shopping alone. You know that."

"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" She beamed. "You're still stuck with me 'til tomorrow."

"You don't have any agenda at work today." Michael reminded her. "But I can go down there by myself just in case someone comes looking for you."

"Are you sure you're okay with that?" She asked him.

"Better for you to miss than get sick of me." Michael answered, winking at her.

Ada scoffed but was trying not to smile at them. --------

"I like it, but the only problem is it's red." Ada said, touching her chin while looking at the nth dress she was fitting.

"I thought red is my color?" Olivia was confused. They've been going dress after dress in New York for over two hours now.

"Undoubtedly, yes. But it's also Michael's favorite color." She answered.

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Well, every dress you wore on formal events back home were shades of red. Don't you want to give yourself a nice change for once, and be unexpected to your date?" Ada reasoned out.

She had a great point. Back in Birmingham, it was red, after red, after red, in any party they went to. Michael loved it on her, she felt sultry in it too. A change out of her usual 'business' fashion. But she had to admit, her choosing red over and over again, had a lot more to do with getting Michael's praises.

"I've always wanted to wear a black dress in a party." She beamed at Ada.

"Say no more." Her friend smiled at her proudly. -------- Ada and her just got out of a cafe after having lunch.

With her dress all covered and securely placed on her right arm, and new shoes in a box on the other, the wind blew from her back, causing some of her hair to go forward, some of it to even landed on face which annoyed her. "Ada?" She turned to her friend whose hands were also full with new clothes she bought. "Would you mind accompanying me while I get my hair cut?"

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His mind recalls the note Finn gave him that morning.

As much as he wanted to be angry at Tommy for sending him away, he couldn't. Not when it was under his mercy that he even got to be here. He was hellbent on not telling him where she was the day prior, but what made him change his mind? He knew his mother talked to him, but when has Tommy ever listened to her?

Michael was in Olivia's office the entire day, just sitting and playing with a mini hourglass he found on her desk. They've been gone for hours.

He doesn't know how many times he has flipped it over, and was starting to regret even teasing about making her miss him earlier, as it seems that the tables have turned. Trying not to sound like a simpleton, he decided to just make his eyes roam around the place.

Olivia's office wasn't as big as the one they had in Birmingham, nor was it really small. But the furniture, the color pallet screamed her. If he would just have came in without even knowing that this was her office, one look around would definitely remind him of her.

Who knew getting exiled would actually bring him to this - making up with the only woman he's come to love besides his mums, and actually getting in-touch again with the reality that he wasn't a god. Yes, his family was powerful, but they were no near being godlike.

The address that was written on the note wasn't what bothered him, it was the one written below it. Tommy told him himself years ago that she was actually doing well on her own, and not to come and ruin her life again. So why did his note below the address tell him to do the opposite?

The hourglass had just finished again. Flipping it once more, he stood up from her chair and transferred on the couch to lie down for a bit. After some time, he drifted off for a nap.

Michael. A voice called him. Michael wake up.

Slowly opening his eyes, a smiling Olivia sitting beside his lying body was the first thing he saw. Then he noticed something new.

"Your hair..." He sat up. It was now resting just above her shoulders. "You look breathtaking, luv." Moving closer to her face, she thought he was going to kiss her, when he reached out to touch the ends of her hair.

Trying not to shake off the disappointment, she told him. "Ada's back home. We actually thought you'd be back there when we got home, so I went down here by myself." She smiled at him.

"I didn't realize that I fell asleep."

"Well dinner's waiting back home." She stood up and offered her hand for him to take.

He took it and stood up as well, taking his coat on his arm, and they locked up the place to walk home together.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #polly gray #polly grey #michael gray #MichaelGray #Michael Gray imagine #michael gray x reader #michael grey #thomas shelby #Arthur Shelby #John Shelby #Ada Shelby #finn shelby #finn cole #finn cole imagine

[eevee-winters]

The Gentleman

Victor x Reader

1900 words

After the events of LFG Christmas party, you awake up to find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings. What happened last night?  Who’s bed is this? Where are MY clothes? 

This is what happens after my story  A Christmas Invitation so I suggest reading that before this if you have not all ready.

Warning: NSFW (barely), FOOD PORN, heavy petting

“uhhhhh” you groan while stretching out your body after a long peaceful sleep. You are cradled by the purest form of comfort.  Eyes still closed, you run your palms across the silky feel of the most exquisite sheets you have ever caressed.

Opening your eyes, they flutter as they slowly adjust to the sun light gleaming through partly folded curtains of an unfamiliar room.

“Where am I?? you grab you head. “What happened last night” you grumble. Your head pounds as you sit up to take in your surroundings. You are in a large stark white bedroom, there is a large black marble fireplace searing across from the bed, no wonder the room was nice a toasty as opposed to the frozen tundra out the window. The bed was large with a beautiful dark obsidian headboard, the king sized mattress was wrapped in thin silver silk sheets, the epitome of luxury, they felt like something you could only imagine would be found on the beds of modern day kings and queens, and the mattress caressed and molded to your body as if sleeping on supple clouds.The room was immaculate, the color pallet was black, white & grey , and everything was prim & in its proper position. Although something on the night stand caught your eye. Hiding behind the lamp was a cute orange shiba ina doll.

 Is this Victors house? Am I in Victors bed? Did we …….? your thought was spinning out of control. You sprang up, the sheets fall off your body and you realize that you are not in your costume from last night, you were in a cute tabby cat pajama top with no bottoms. 

The last thing you could remember from that party was Victor showing you that view. Everything else was fuzzy. maybe I shouldn’t have had that third drink you thought looking around frantically for some pants.

*knock knock knock* You jump to attention with the sound at the bedroom door. 

“_____ it is 10 a.m. don’t you think it is time to get up” said the coarse voice behind the door.

Still in a panic you open a different door in the room to find a large master bathroom, on the floor you find the bottoms to match the pajama shirt you are wearing. Desperately you put on the pants right as the door opens. In walks Victor, he was in black stripped pajamas, his hair was still a bit wet from being fresh out of the shower.

“If you don’t get up now your breakfast will get cold” he asserted. Victor was holding a tray, he sat it down on the side table, walked over to the covers and genitally pulled them back, but the girl was not there. He turned to look at the bathroom door to find a crimson faces girl peaking at him through the door way.

“Are you hiding in there?”

“I…… I’m not hiding”

“You have a dumb look on your face, it suits you well” Victor teased “ Come your breakfast is getting cold. Victor watched as the girl came out of the bathroom, climbed up into the bed and proceeded to hide under the covers.

“Victor is this your bed?” you muttered, terrified to look him in the eye.

“Idiot, who else’s bed could it be?” he rolled his eyes

“Did you….. I mean did we….. uh?” you mutter apprehensively 

Victor stares at you with intense sorrowful eyes. “Are you saying you don’t remember, could it have been that forgettable? I know it was my first time but I thought I did a good job. I assumed it was your first time too, wasn’t it.”

You started to feel yourself lose consciousness. You have dreamed of what your first time with a man would be like. You wanted it to be special for there to be butterflies,teddy bears, ginkgo leaves, or roses SOMETHING. Not some drunken night with your boss after a office party. The look on Victors face was so somber, a proud man like him would be heart broken if you told him he was terrible in bed, even if it was his first time. HOLY SHIT IT WAS VICTOR FIRST TIME at this point you had to say something to make him feel better.

“Oh yeah of course I remember. You know my brain can be slow to start up in the morning, you’ve seen me in early meetings. It was really wonderful”, you lie as chill bumps emerge up and down your spine. I” think we both did great for our first time.” At this point your face is officially a tomato.

Victor’s face goes from melancholy to his iconic poker face. “Yes it was my first time, my first time bringing home an idiot that drank to much, passed out and puked all over her clothes. I told you to slow down, you know you can’t handle your liquor.”

You are still smiling awkwardly at Victor up until his words begin to register in your mind. RIP your soul leaves your body Your body recoils from him in embarrassment, pulling the covers over yourself determined to hide from him forever. “I thought we had sex but this is so much worst” word spills from your mouth before your brain has time to fully process them, “OMG” you pop from under the cover “not that sleeping with you would have been bad I just thought that is what hap…..” Victor places a finger over your mouth, then chuckled “Dummy, I know what you meant, it is alright I am just glad you are feeling better. You were pretty sick after the party now come eat so you can get your strength back.” 

He places the tray in front of you, then uncovers the steaming hot breakfast. There is a white cheddar & spinach egg white scramble, turkey bacon as well as some avocado toast, strawberry jam with freshly squeezed orange juice.

It all smelled so wonderful, completely forgetting all of your recent transgressions you start to dig in. Just as you imagined it was spectacular. UwU

After breakfast Victor gives you some alone time so that you can wash up. In the bathroom there is even a new pink tooth brush for you to use. Once you are done cleaning yourself up on the bed a new light blue blouse and a pair to dark brown jeans are on the bed for you to wear. The clothes were your styles and a perfect fit. Is there anything Victor is not good at? 

You walk down the stairs to see Victor sitting on a chase lounge reading his morning paper. 

“Thank you so much for the clothes, how did you know my sizes?”

“I sized you up years ago” Victor responded without even looking up from his article.

“So what else do you remember from last night?” Victor’s outer appearance was his usual deadpan expression, but on the inside his mask was cracking. The girl had seem receptive before, but was it only because she was intoxicated. For the first time in a while Victor begun to second guess his decision to be upfront with his heart. 

“The night is coming to me in pieces, I remember you leading me to the elevator, taking me to your office showing me that view, then you……”  The Kiss Your face turns bright pink as the kiss with Victor last night crosses your mind.

“Anything else?” Victor encourages. His brow arches in reaction to the sudden change in color to your face.

“Uh no….. nope nothing…. nothing else.” Your voice goes up two octaves, and slight beads of sweat begin forming on your brow.

Victor places down his paper. His eyes gleam with a seductive look as he get up an slowly saunters close to you.  Unlike his usual poker face,  is expression was bewitching. The closer he move toward you the further back you stepped, taking one final step you tumbled over onto the steps. 

Victor laughed “Are you afraid of me? I am not going to bite you dummy.” He kneels down in front of you “Now let me help you remember the events from last night.”

Victor leans over gently places his hand behind your neck, his deep gaze into your irises arose  a warm tingly feeling in your stomach. Then in one smooth motion his soft lips caressed your mouth, the taste of mocha on his tongue converges with the sweet mint on your own. Pulling you in close, firmly pressing his chest against yours. Your heart was beating in your throat, the heat from Victors body was cause your body to sweat. The goose bumps from his touch were to much to handle, and you began to shiver.

“Victor please stop, we…… we can’t……”

Victor quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry, I guess it was the alcohol last night. I would  never want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.” His facial expression became so somber, Victor thought that his worst fears had become a reality. 

“Oh no what I mean is…..” avoiding direct contact with Victor eyes, you began fidgeting with the buttons on your sleeves “ I have never done anything like this before, I just don’t want to do it here on the stairs.”

Victor looked at the girl whom he had loved for so long, the innocents on her face was so pure. He stood up, bent down and cradled her in his arms, and began walking up the steps.

“Victor, haha what are you doing? Put me down I am not a baby.” you giggled nervously. He pushed the bedroom door open with his right foot, softly laid you down on the bed, removed his shirt, ran his finger through your hair & “You are my baby?” NOSEBLEED

Who is this guy? Could this be the same stern CEO that I have know all this time? He straddled you placing his left hand behind your head & his right was in laced in your fingers.  His kisses became more wistful, his tongue playing in and out of your mouth. Your body was on fire, this was the first time a man had been on top of you this way, everything was foreign to you.

The hotter your body got you couldn’t help but want Victors hands to touch more of you. Feeling this weight on you your body began to just go with the flow. You wrapped your arms around him stroking the smooth firm muscles on his back. Your body start writhing around in anticipation of what he would do next. 

Victor proceeded to kiss your face then, slowly moving down to your neck, when his tongue nipped the fleshly are near your collar bone you let out a shameful moan. Victor was a very attentive lover and quickly doubled down on that spot, licking, nibbling and sucking on your new discover “spot”. Instinctively your fingers clawed there way into his back leaving etches of pleasure in there wake. Your legs began to part as if inviting their new found admirer inside.

“Seem like a certain someone is getting excited, I like your enthusiasm, but I have been waiting along time to just kiss you like this. I am a gentleman I don’t need everything all at once. We can save the rest for another time.”

FIN  

To Be Continued  

#mlqc #mlqc smut #mlqc victor #mr love victor #love and producer #love and producer victor #mr love queen's choice #mr love queen's choice victor

[ziracona]

Do you have any favorite drinks and foods headcanons for ilm?? I feel like Meg would like Shirley templess 👀

Hmmm for sure but there’s so many characters I don’t know how to comprehensively answer this, haha. Meg probably would enjoy that. I think she drinks sometimes for fun or bc it seemed like a good idea at the time, but actually prefers non-alcoholic, because it’s not that great to her, and also because you have to not take your adhd meds if you plan on drinking that day as they interact, and amphetamine > depressant lol. I think she enjoys fruity mixed non-alcoholic stuff a lot. Specially if it got that 👌 zest 👌 to it.

Meg is a huge nerd who likes most of her favorite foods for fan reasons. Her favorite food is chocolate chip cookies with blue chocolate chips because of Percy Jackson. Favorite drink she would probably say is coke, but in reality it’s probably some kind of non-alcoholic cocktail she wouldn’t think to name.

Jake has a proficient pallet from being rich and can actually tell a huge difference in food quality, but hates this and is determined not to be the spoiled rich shithead who only deins to eat from a plate prepared by someone who graduated prestigious culinary school at the top of their class. Has forced himself to acquire a taste for lean meats and nuts. Would request like salted cashews if Meg was getting snacks & she’d throw a fit bc mixed nuts isn’t a treat and he would be offended she was judging his pick. Secretly really appreciates diligently and artfully prepared food. Does not like lamb. He will hunt and there’s not much he feels bad about eating, but he saw a lamb going to get slaughtered as a kid and absolutely will not stomach that as food ever since. Would feel weak & has probably only mentioned it to Dwight, or maybe Claudette, bc she’d never judge or be mean, or maybe Quentin, Kate, or Adam, because Quentin & Kate would agree, and Adam is like, the chillest man ever.

Dwight likes sea salt and vinegar chips, beers, Pepsi, pretzels, steak, and (secretly) those frosted animal crackers. Gets shit constantly for his taste in food and drink. Just wants to be left alone. One time Claudette drank a beer with him to make him feel better bc everyone else was making fun of him for liking beer and she is sweetheart.

Claudette enjoys a dish her mom makes out of fried onions, squash, artichokes, and optionally also mushrooms, probably more than any other food in the world. It is really good. Favorite drink is sparkling grape juice. It makes her feel like she is drinking champagne, but it actually tasted good, and won’t get her drunk or hungover. Also likes tea a lot. Most green and white tea types especially.

Nea likes almost anything with a cronch when you bite into it. Enjoys fish too, and curry the way Min makes it (which is very rushed college student but like, rushed college student with standards). Really likes empanadas after being introduced to them. Also genuinely really loved both Claudette’s amaranth oatmeal and her realm cookies, and since she and Quentin kind of ‘grew up’ inside the realm, it’s also like, surreally and kind of heartbreakingly, a nostalgic and comforting childhood memory to her. They remind her of times she was more okay as a teenager. :’-] Favorite drink is probably a kind of complicated cocktail that is very strong but also sweet and tangy, nursed for a long time. Or a sports drink if she’s on the go. (Lol her fave drink is just the alcoholic version of Meg’s).

Min likes anything spicy that is prepared well, but especially likes meat dishes. Girl wants her protein so she can kick ass. Really loves Ace’s cooking. Smell is 70% of taste. Spice it up, fam. Only knows how to cook 3 dishes on her own, but they’re a good 3. Doesn’t have a single fave. Although she does greatly enjoy just like, devouring a slab of meat if Anna cooks. It makes her feel like a powerful wild beast to just shred a flank with her teeth and she digs that. Fave drink is baijiu, although more in a competitive way because it’s alcoholic af & she can stomach it than actually for taste or pleasure. For taste she will just mooch off Nia & Ace, who both like fruity alcohol.

Ace likes a homemade bread recipe of his mother’s most (I think he and Frank are the only two with stated favorites in-fic?). Makes it a lot for the girls and for friends, and everyone likes it so this works out well. Enjoys martinis and any fruity alcohol, but is good about not actually getting drunk past lucidity. Also enjoys just really nice brands of various juice (mango is probably his favorite?)

Quentin likes his Dad’s pasta recipes probably most, but doesn’t have a favorite from among them. Also likes red velvet cake a lot because he only ever gets it on his birthday and it makes him happy. His mom died when he was really young and he pretty much doesn’t remember her, but one of the memories he still has is of her giving him birthday cake. It’s the time of year he always feels closest to her. Favorite drink is energy drinks because he’s stupid and likes to play god with his body and knock back adderall with shots of redbull. Didn’t like energy drinks so much before Freddy, and back then probably Coca-Cola or something was the fave, but now energy drinks are associated with comfort in his head, so he genuinely likes them. Also really likes M&Ms. Used to treat himself to a bag from the school vending machine if he had a shitty day, so they are also associated with comfort.

David likes chips (as in fries cut UK style/thick, not American chips). He is enlightened and sees the true value of all potato products as well, and honors them as such. Also is the enjoyable kind of person who genuinely & visibly appreciates most all good food. He likes beers too (you and Dwight, buddy) although he’s got better taste in them. His favorite drink is probably coffee though. He likes strong coffee, full body, with just a little bit of cream and sugar so it’s still bitter but has a pleasant edge to it. Not sure why that’s his favorite. He just really likes it.

Laurie likes strawberry milk. Would give that answer if asked for fave food or drink. If prompted further would consider, then suggest that as her drink, and some kind of really nice soup as her favorite—probably pumpkin. Will genuinely enjoy any gift of food someone picked out for her with some thought. Also loves Mac’n Cheese a lot, but would not admit to that to everyone because she’s kind of embarrassed that as many times as she’s had it in the past two years alone, her heart still sees a warm bowl and years for the good shit.

Kate likes fruit. Mangos, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, peaches, pears, pomegranates. Has the patience to eat a pomegranate too. Would just say “fruit” if asked. Loves to pick it fresh. Favorite drink is probably a smoothie, but she would insist that counts. What flavor would vary, but she leans towards blueberry or raspberry on default because she likes the colors.

Tapp likes Chinese food. Mostly this is because Chinese takeout was the nicest thing he could ever afford on the reg as a treat. However, he gets to eat real chow mein and mapo tofu (former made by Ace, the latter by Min—spicy mapo tofu being one of the 3 dishes she knows), and decides those are now his favorite food. Would not ask people to make that because it would be being a hassle, and he would think it wouldn’t matter and would be stupid & not worthwhile to request a dish when visiting a friend, but gets excited internally when they make that & gives sincere and generous compliments. Tried and failed super badly to learn how to make both, but Rachel Thomas (who didn’t know at all how to either but is great at teaching herself shit) helped him figure it out and now he makes them as often as he can without feeling like it will get old/annoy the people living with him. Favorite drink is whiskey but that’s for depression reasons. For genuine enjoyment, he likes probably just juice. Orange or pomegranate.

Adam shares Min’s enjoyment of spicy foods, but is really into trying new things and genuinely doesn’t have a favorite. If he had to pick, he’d probably say Bulla cake, because it is his favorite desert/treat. He really enjoys them & they are nostalgic to him. Good memories of his childhood. His uncle wasn’t always great at knowing what to say, but used to pack him one to take to school any time he knew Adam was stressed or intimidated by an exam or due project. Even if it went bad, he had a comfort reward for making it through. Always buys them when he’s somewhere he can. Favorite drink is tea. He likes a wide variety, but masala, jasmine, and ginger are some constant favorites. Would actually know, care about, and adhere to proper boiling/steeping times per tea type.

Jeff likes baked goods. He really enjoys the baking process itself a whole lot, especially if he has people he can cook for/share with. Definitely has created several original & very good bread recipes. Prefers bready goods to sweet ones. About the sweetest fave he has is basic scones (just bread/no nuts or fruit or filling. Slightly sweet bread with a little sugar on top, meant to be paired with jams etc when eaten). Likes those a lot. Favorite drink shifts from subtype to subtype, but is always one of his homemade craft beers. Also enjoys Dr. Pepper (ah I knew I was forgetting—both he & Joey also have some stated canon favorites. So does Susie).

Jane’s favorites are both things her dad makes. He has a really good ceviche recipe and a complicated secret recipe bean dip, and Jane likes snacking on those with a bowl of chips while chatting on the porch. Slow meal extends both fun of chat and fun of conversation. And her dad has a really good sense of spice use. She can make both well too, but is convinced they taste completely different when she does & distressed by this. Her dad insists they taste the same, but also always sympathetically packs her some time take home anyway. Her favorite drink is probably either coffee or wine, out of familiarity and comfort. She’s not very particular though. As a treat she enjoys moccacinos with a ton of whipped cream a whole lot though.

This was already super long so I’m gonna stop here, but I wood cry if I didn’t include at least Philip in what is now clearly just a survivor lineup. So honorary addition:

Philip likes anything really cold and refreshing. Prefers things with a little bite, so he would pick a cola or alcohol over a fruity drink. Not a big preference past that. Always touched and surprised any time a friend goes into a gas station pitstop and comes back with /any/ ice cold beverage for him, no matter how many times it happens. The gesture to him is very much genuine kindness instead of a friendly nothing. For food, he likes anything with enough substance to actually make him not hungry. So meat dishes are a big plus, as is nice bread. He doesn’t have a favorite meal-meal, probably, but there is a kind of cookie made entirely of egg whites and sugar, that is beaten and fluffy and sweet like a cloud and really delicious somehow despite having almost no substance. Philip had no knowledge of these, but Claudette made him some one morning she was feeling happy not too long after they both first went home to Montreal, and the meringue chocolate chip cookie variant she made was one of the best things he had ever eaten, and probably is his favorite food. They’re like little bites of the concept of sweetness without it being an overdose, and have a very unique and pleasing texture. With the chocolate added, it’s just right. 👌 And then also, of course, it was a gift welcoming to his new home, from the person who more or less is his new home. : )

#ask #anonymous #long post #im so sorry i forgot about the updates & made this on mobile so i physically cant add a read more TuT #dead by daylight #in living memory (fic) #in living memory #hope ya enjoyed! happy to do other buddy crew (Susie-Joey-Sally-Nancy-Benedict-Michael-etc) just thought the post might become fatal if it #got any longer haha #i have another ask i am excited to answer too but its 4am where i am so i am gonna do it tomorrow TuT #ilm spoilers

[wholelotofweird]

Hi! Hello!

I recently had the huge privilege of working on the Season 4 Cover Art for the Actual Play Podcast @crudelydrawnswords​ (listen here!! or on your podcatcher of choice).

Part of that process was helping design new outfits for The Hawks and I just want to talk about my thoughts through that process! 

First, I think the evolution of my personal designs for them is important because it fully informs where we ended up, I think. 

When I first considered doing fan art I looked around for any existing fan art, this is something I always do, I think maybe to feel like I’m not WAY off base? (Which is super silly, get off base with fan art! That’s why it’s fan art!) But I do it. 

I think this piece of art by CDS’s own Magnus (follow Mag on twitter!) was if not THE first, one of the very first pieces I saw:

This image really heavily played into how I drew The Hawks. ESPECIALLY the color pallets. There are some real obvious similarities between this and where I ended up for a couple reasons. 

Despite the changes I’ve made to their designs I’ve always thought it was important to keep their main colors intact, Bambari in browns, Tristan in reds, Percy in stark silver, and Enigma in green. 

Keeping their colors consistent has been a specific choice on my part, largely to pay homage to this specific image, and partially for visual consistency. Meaning, even if I messed with the structure of the outfit, the vibe would remain (hopefully). 

I think this is most obvious with every group and “special” group art I’ve done of The Hawks. Here’s a couple examples of what I mean by “different structure, same vibe”:

The two pieces have very different fashion choices, but the intent was to remain true to the characters through the use of color. 

Percy: Well put together with colors that invoke the sky just before a storm, combined with over-polished silver. 

Tristian: Reds and blacks, with pieces that are very flashy. 

Enigma: Green and simple, something easy to move in. The one time I drew her in a skirt I tried to make it obvious that it was as easy to move in as possible. 

Bambri: Browns, simple, fabric textures that are basic, no attempts to evoke fancy fabric. 

Color, for me, does a lot of heavy lifting when I draw The Hawks, the colors are always a conscious choice, even down to the little stuff like “How sunburned should Tristan be?” “Which of them should have similar eye colors?”. I mention this, because it was a factor I very much kept in mind when designing the Season 4 art. 

Sooo, with all that in mind, let’s chat about the outfit drafts I came up with! Shout out to Ben (twitter here!) who was my point of contact for all of this. He had a very clear vision for what the energy of the cover art should be, as well as passed on the style references from The Hawks. 

We’ll start with Percy, I’m just going to cut and paste the brief I got from Ben: 

Percy will look less the knight in shining armour. The armour is tarnished, he is wearing tattered robes over it, he perhaps looks a little careworn but there is focus in him as well. 

He also sent a couple of reference pics that were very influential. With those together I ended up with these 4 variations: 

There’s some real difference from 1 to 4. The thoughts I had were along the lines of:

1: Very close to the reference image I liked most

2: Fun, funky, more visual interest and still very much showing off his Paladin garb.

3: Low key, with still a touch of the regal vibe I try to insert into him (it’s the cape.)

4: VERY MUCH PALLY, despite liking this choice, It is def the furthest from the reference I was sent. I included because I wanted to make sure there was still the option of showing off his Pally side. 

In each of the 4 designs there is either an obvious scarf or (in the case of 1) the hint of a scarf shape. A scarf was not a feature of his design before this, it was a feature of the design I had most recently landed on for Bambari. It was VERY important to me to have SOME sort of visual touch that connected the two. 

You can also see I went for similar brown shades and Fabric Styles, again, it was absolutely on purpose to draw a connection between the two. 

Onto Tristan!

Again, from Ben:

I think we have already raised the likelihood of Tristan being dressed absolutely in the style of "Welcome To The Black Parade" era MCR.

I wish I could describe the feeling I had when I read this. It was intense, visceral, joy. Not only were MCR a part of my heavy rotation through High School, but The Black Parade is so visually “my shit” it’s not funny. If I could draw every character in a Marching Band Inspired Outfit I would 1000% do it. 

The downside of this specifically, is there aren’t a TON of variations to play with. So, I mostly went wild with Jackets. 

I wanted to make sure I kept the very ornate feel, while also staying true to marching band. For folks that were part of marching band (waddup), you’ll notice that the pants in 1 and 3 are absolutely the baggy look that that is the most true to the vibe, but they aren’t the most true to Tristan T. Wilde, world famous bard. 

One of the extra variations of this I sent off for approval had red accents, but I’ll be honest, I’m glad that the final choice was for all sliver and white. Choosing to remove the red from his outfit completely sends a big visual message about where his character is at currently. 

You can see in all 4 options the coat has some form of sharp arrow style cut. I was important to me to keep him from looking boxy, and keep his outfits looking very specifically Fit For Him. 

And Enigma! Once more from Ben:

I don't have a definite visual reference for Enigma yet, but she is a Ranger now.

And she has a magpie.  

So. Uh. Initially that isn’t a lot to go on. But, I’ve been drawing Enigma for A WHILE, I felt confidant that I could direct myself to something that was very “Authentic” Ranger. 

After about 9000 google searches, I came up with 4 ideas. 

Boy howdy. I think her’s may be the most diverse, style wise. I’ll be honest, I love all of these. There are certainly a couple who are less Her than I would normally go for, but in each of them, I tried to make sure there were Obvious Engima Touches.

3 is perhaps the least interesting, as it was the most similar to how I had already been drawing her. 

1 & 2 (and a little bit 4) were an excuse to draw muscle definition, no doubt, don’t @ me, I think it’s important to note that by this point I had been binging F@TT, so 1 is ABSOLUTELY inspired by art I have seen of Hella, you are free to @ me about that. thank you. 

ANYWAY, with all of these I again considered the fact that even if she was no longer a rogue, she wouldn’t be giving up her amazing parkour skills, so she would still need to flip about. 

2 & 4 were designed specifically with that in mind, as in: What will look coolest when she’s flippin’ around? 

And if you’re looking at any of these and thinking: Hm, there are some design elements here that I used for Bambari’s design, again you are correct. I was less concerned with making the connection obvious here than I was with Percy, but I still wanted to insert some of that. 

Later, Ben mentioned that if we could a little more Aloy from HZD that would be ideal. 

SO! HOW DID ALL OF THAT COME TOGETHER?

I’m glad you asked. 

I’m so glad that even with these changes I was able to keep most of the color standards for The Hawks. 

Enigma is still in green. 

Percy still has that silver, even if it isn’t as bright. 

Tristan no longer has red, but my hope is that his attitude still stands out. 

They’ve been through a lot, but they are still them. 

I will admit, there was a selfish part of me that was truly glad with the choices the players made here. Despite really loving all of the outfit choices, these were my favorite from a narrative arc standpoint and also from a re-draw-ability standpoint. 

If you’ve made it this far... Shit dude. 

Thank you. 

I have a lot of feelings about this show and I still can’t really believe I was asked to do this. It was a delight working with Ben to make this vision into a reality. 

The Hawks truly are rad as heck. 

#actual play podcast #crudely drawn swords #crudely drawn fan art #fan art #digital art #outfit design #character design #medibang pant #medibang #art process #thoughts #long winded omg im so sorry #bless

[nnq]

modern!au k(lance)

they're all in their 20's except for Shiro who's 30 and coran who's 50

first of all. miss me with that 'pining roommate' shit. I love miscommunication and making characters that r sexy bffs with one another

Lance meets Nyma through a Craigslist ad he put up saying he needed a roommate. the moment they met was a tragedy for everyone but them because they're that powerful and beautiful

lance with tousled hair, wearing a half-unbuttoned silk shirt and designer jeans, Michael kors sunglasses pushed up atop his head, arm wrapped around nyma: hi guys this is my roommate, nyma!

nyma, with her blonde 3-ft long box braids down her back, perfectly manicured red nails, bodycon dress and loubitons, hand on lances waist: hey

allura, shaking and on the verge of tears: STOP MAKING US LOOK POOR AND UGLY

Lance is in school for marine biology and Nyma works as a hairdresser and the both of them are small beauty gurus on YouTube that collab with one another

lance: hey guys we're going to be trying out the new anastasia pallete we got today :)!

nyma: and by got we mean shoplifted from sephora

lance: NYMA YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT

they're also insta baddies and both gender non-conforming baddies. Nyma is a nonbinary lesbian icon and lance is a nonbinary bicon.... those are like the fucking BEST senses of style

anyone with eyes can see that nyma is into and ONLY into girls but of course... heteronormativity.

rolo: I still don't get why you're dating lance. he's super annoying.

nyma: he doesn't bitch nearly as much as you even when he's got my cock in his ass

they do this thing where when people assume they're a couple they pretend they're some kind of kink couple and freak everyone out

which is why when hunk and pidge meet nyma they're like :eyes: but when nyma flirts with pidge lance doesn't even bat an eye and then lance starts pining about Keith's greasy mullet and his bags under his eyes and nymas got this look on her face that perfectly resembles a man who's lost all sense of normalcy and righteousness in his life and now sits in a bar every night listening to this dumb romance novel type shit and then pidge and hunk are like. oh. no they're just gay.

speaking of keith. he's one of those gays. one of the quirky emo gays that never sleeps and listens to 'coffee and cigarettes' on repeat and has like 3 strings of lights in his room and not only is an art major but ALSO a photographer. and yet somehow he still has the will to wake up at 5 am every morning and go to the gym like some kind of HEATHEN.

Lance knew Keith in high school for 3 years until he got expelled for fighting at the end of his junior year. He was also universally crushed on and was the bad boy jock of the school with a heart of gold so naturally Lance pretended to despise him so he could pine for him in peace

that all goes down the drain when Lance recognizes Keith in one of his classes and goes through the five stages of grief because a) he's hot and b) Lance is openly bi now so he doesn't have an escuse to not tolerate him

(He wasn't gonna do anything about it until he was put in a group with Keith a few weeks into class and he off handedly mentioned he went to Keiths high school, and Keith claimed he didn't remember him, and Lance was just a tad bit upset but was gonna leave it at that except after like 5 days of working together Keith slams his fists into the table and is like 'HOLY FUCK LANCE MCCLAIN?' And Lance is like. w. What.)

turns out Keith does remember lance. very vividly, actually. because he was the guy that everyone kind of had a crush on because he was so nice and charming to everyone he met, and Keith was SO gone for him. he just didn't recognize him tbh, which makes sense, bcuz in high school lance wore blue contacts and had straight hair and now he just wears glasses occasionally and leaves his hair wavy. Keith is gay and stupid don't blame him

keith, bursting into Shiro and Adams apartment at 2 pm: SHIRO HOLY FUCK

adam, bags under his eyes, underneath the covers of him and shiros bed: good fucking god not again

I'm tired of talking about ppl other than Lance and nyma though so I'm gonna talk about them for a bit because im love

as I said Lance has wavy hair and his actual eye color is brown but as he was growing up he was hella insecure about it that's why he wore blue contacts.... nyma caught him once trying to put them on again and put an end to All That Real Quick

nyma has brown eyes too and they're super dark, almost black, and that shits breathtaking bro. she usually has her real hair dyed blonde all the time and permed but she also likes to wear wigs and get braids too because she knows she looks damn good in them. everyone is jealous.

lance has tons of super light freckles. Enough said. nyma has a birthmark on her hip that's kind of shaped like a horse if you look at it from the right way

lance: you were a horse girl as a kid weren't u

nyma: how fucking dare. how fucking dare you say that. I really do have to laugh.......

nyma: obviously I was a warrior cats stan

lance's sense of fashion ranges from 'i went to California for a week once and now I can't stop wearing sweatpants and slides' to 'It's surprising I haven't gotten robbed at this point'. Lance is a scholarship baby so all the money he saved up through countless jobs and the one he already has at a coffee shop almost exclusively goes to clothes and kombucha

Nymas sense of style is definitely more on the eccentric side but since she looks good in EVERYTHING she gets away with it. think dollskill but with more neon colors and designer. she's the kind of person that never wears the same shade of lipstick for a whole month and has a box full of makeup palletes that are almost untouched and everyone who has seen it is both jealous and in wonder FENTYWAYS...

Keith goes over to lance's apartment for a project of sorts and immediately assumes that Lance and Nyma are a thing (they're very platonically affectionate, Nyma will kiss lance's cheek and they cuddle sometimes) which is disappointing but it's not a surprise considering Lance is so Lance and everyone else acts like they are dating so that must be the case, right?

lmao you thought.

nyma: holy shit. holy Fuck. God, allura is so hot. I would probably die if she brushed past me. I would die happily knowing I've been blessed by the touch of an angel.

lance: yeah haha she's really pretty.

keith, struggling to not choke on his coffee hearing All This at 9:31 A.M. in starbucks:

Keith asks if he can take photos of the two of them for his photography insta and they both jump on it so they can flex being sexy and afterwards Lance thanks him with a kiss on the cheek and Keith is sent REELING into gay mayhem.

lance: do you think that was like..... too much.

nyma: i think men are dumb that's what.

I mean u can't really blame Keith because Lance and Nyma are constantly joke-flirting with one another on social media and are in almost every one of the others photos in some way, or at least tagged, so by the time Keith actually works up the nerve to ask about that, it's been WEEKS since Lance kissed him and he's been miserably failing to ignore it

keith: so.... how's nyma doing?

lance: she's good! She's spent all day dying one of her wigs so she went for a coffee run lol. probably will hang with allura and shay later too

keith: and.... that doesn't make you jealous?

lance: LOL no.... they could never compete with me (talking about being Nyma's best friend)

keith: oh.... well, it's good that you trust each other a lot in your relationship.... you seem like a really good boyfriend

lance: wat the fuck did you just say.

as soon as lance explains that nyma is not his gf and they're just bffs Keith is like ohthankgod.jpg and almost accidentally asks lance on a date before he stops himself and is like.... dumb gay bitch calm DOOOWWWNN

after that it becomes very obvious that nyma and lance r just friends at least for Keith mostly through dumb shit they say to one another

lance, sitting with hunk, pidge, and Keith at the library: hey guys wanna see something cool.

pidge: go for it

lance, clearing his throat: she think she bad but I'm better, these bitches tryna play catch up-

nyma, coming out of nowhere: SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M TALKING LIL BITCH, PUT YO HEAD DOWN WHEN YOU TALK TO A PIMP-

Nyma and Lance have self-care nights every Friday, sometimes Allura or Shay will come, and very RARELY Keith if only to spend time with Lance. also? Allura and Shay are dating, die mad about it.

They do waxing, exfoliation, mud masks, moisturizing treatments, hair masks, painting nails.... need I go on. it's basically whatever they want to do that week and when Keith reluctantly agrees to participate one day Lance goes mental

lance: OK so here's what I'm thinking. it's obvious you haven't really had a self care day for a while, which is like, fine, you do you, but holy shit are your split ends bad. I was thinking maybe I could trim them and then we could do a hair mask? Oh! A face mask would be good as well, even though you've practically got perfect skin. I'd offer to wax but for first timers the pain is a bitch to handle on the face. I'm not sure if you'd be an acrylic kind of guy but I have some black nail polish that I could put on- wow, your hands are really big compared to mine, and they're so soft, haha, isn't that crazy? so what do you think?

keith, still reeling from the fact that lance is going to touch his hair, face, and hands in the next several hours: uh......yeah..... sounds great.

nyma, sitting on lance's bed in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, smoking a blunt and readjusting her sheet mask: *long exhale* christ

Shay got Lance into the whole healthy organic food thing and in turn he got Nyma into it so they're both the bitches who drink nothing but Fiji water and almond milk and will offer you a plate of sliced cucumbers and tomatoes as a snack. we Stan a vegan couple.

keith: these are actually really good.

nyma: we usually put them on our eyes, but go off I guess.

keith:

nyma: nah I'm just fucking with you, we have different cucumbers for that

by the end of the night Keith feels like he's been cleaned by a car wash and he's dizzy from all of lance's thoughtless affection and when lance says he can stay the night because it's already late, Keith mindlessly blurts out 'only if it's with you' and nymas like.... um. Wig.

keith, laying stiff as a board on one side of lance's bed: uh

lance: oh my God you gay bitch get over here and spoon me. also kiss me on the fucking lips bro.

Nyma owns a cat named Beezer that she stole from her old roommate (rolo) but calls her beebo because quote 'beezer is so fucking lame bro i hate men'. Lance owns a Russian blue mix called, you guessed it, Blue, that he found stuck in his apartments basement only a few days after moving in. Nyma and Lance are WEAK

lance: ohhhhh look at my pretty baby sitting on the table all cute and relaxed!!! look at that baby!!! fantastic stuff!

nyma, putting her head on beebos belly: You Are So Soft And So Chubby I Would Die For You

pidge would also die for the both of them

OK I'm tired and uninspired so I'll stop here but I MAY ADD MORE LATER

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