#im the one who painted this and *I* think it's stunning

[bitternanami]

something i think is really interesting about dungeon meshi is the cast's respective views on food as the story progresses. the way many adventurers get through the dungeon is to eat when they Must, but mostly rely on healing magic to keep going when they're tired or beaten down. death is something you can buy your way out of, here.

having these lower stakes when it comes to running yourself too hard has made a lot of people in this setting kind of devalue food and what it does for you.

im not all the way through the manga yet, but so far i really like how it goes about debunking that mindset.

long post under the cut, cw explicit discussion of disordered eating. textual depiction of unhealthy methods of dealing with it. please be cautious!

it seems like to most folks, food is either a decadent luxury, like when the governor offers mr tance a feast as a show of power and wealth, (although he is the only one who actually eats in that scene as he talks about his ambitions);

[id: the governor and mr. tance talk politics and hierarchies, while the governor eats from a bowl. mr. tance's meal is not visible behind a speech bubble.

"so you believe the sorceror is an elf?" he asks.

"i can't say with absolute certainty," mr. tance replies, "but the spells are not ones dwarves and humans typically use." /end id]

like the painted-royal feasts laios tries to partake in that never actually nourish him...

[id: laios, fresh out of the living painting feast, surprisedly holding his grumbling stomach /end id]

or, to the working class, it's pretty much exclusively fuel. i'm thinking about the scene where kabru's party, ostensibly intended to be our view into how adventuring Typically goes for most people, is shown preparing to go to the dungeon by like. walking up to someone and ordering 'a weeks' worth of rations.' purely functional.

[id: kabru enters a store, and the merchant says "welcome!"

kabru says "i need a week's worth of rations for six, and two days' worth of water."

"sure thing." the merchant then reaches behind him and grabs a large cube-shaped package, wrapped in nondescript cloth and tied in place. it thumps onto the counter in front of them both. /end id]

when kabru hands mickbell his food for the trip, he complains about how heavy it is on his back. it's a necessary liability.

we also see chilchuck, in an early chapter where there isn't much food to go around, grumbling about how he used to be better at not noticing when he was hungry. he's frustrated that he's more attuned to his bodily needs, now that he's starting to fill them with regularity.

[id: chilchuck, the only one awake, sits in his bedroll and glares at the timekeeping-candle burning down in front of him while he listens to his stomach growl. moving to find his canteen and fill himself with water instead, he thinks to himself, "my stomach has gotten weaker. i used to be able to go two days without food." /end id]

(like im not even gonna lie this is a big mood. the healing process is really really annoying)

even laios, early on, working out the logistics of going back for falin, considers his expenses and ultimately the thing he decides to save money on is their food supply. like, even the guy most invested in eating as an experience kind of just assumes he will Figure It Out. its what hes eating, not how hes eating it that matters to him at that point.

[id: marcille looks down at the ingredients they've gathered, the walking mushroom and the scorpion in an unappetizing heap on the ground, and asks laios "so how exactly do we eat them?"

he responds "let's just cook them, like normal." /end id]

but its here that senshi introduces the idea of food as art and as healing. its exciting and its fascinating for laios, getting to taste the creatures hes been reading about and fighting, but i dont think it would ever really help him feel full if not for this.

[id: three panels of laios tasting the scorpion hotpot, looking stunned, and then excitedly telling senshi "delicious!"

senshi matches his energy, asking "isn't it? isn't it?" /end id]

pictured: guy who had resigned himself to kind of just doing his best rediscovers the joy in something tasting really fucking good

what they did last time isnt going to work. falin is gone, and constantly anesthetizing their pain and healing through their weakness is no longer a realistic option for the party. in order to make it through they must all relearn how to eat well, one by one and as a group over and over again, because its either that or nothing.

one of my favorite depictions of this idea thus far is when marcille is seriously low on health and mana, and both of these problems are mitigated by taking care of herself, and trying to get iron and protein

[id: marcille, looking sickly, wakes to laios saying, "marcille, marcille, can you sit up? we've got something nice for you."

she watches senshi grill pieces of kelpie liver on a low fire, while laios ties a bib around her neck. /end id]

and drinking a bunch of dead water spirits. she gets the idea, she's supposed to get in nutrients and it'll help her feel better, but in aiming for the quick, inefficient fix, namely chugging that shit down like she heard it was good to Stay Hydrated and decided that would be the thing that fixes her,

[id: marcille throws back a cup of boiled undine-water, her face red. laios asks, "do you really need to drink it that fast?"

she gasps out "...the magical energy stored in nature spirits is actually quite hard to absorb. even if you drink a lot, the majority of it is excreted without being absorbed," and takes another drink. "that's why i need to drink as much as i can."

laios says weakly "you'll get water poisoning," but marcille only stops when senshi puts a hand on her shoulder and says,

"it's easier to absorb nutrients if ye digest them with food. that's a fundamental rule of nutrition."

marcille says, "senshi..." contemplative

and he holds out a bowl of tentuclus and a thumbs up. "let's get cooking!" /end id]

she doesn't immediately realize the answer is that she needs more than that. she's been working hard. she needs care, and she needs nourishment.

once she gets that, though, she makes her boiled water into a stew, and she works to make that stew as good as she can, and everyone can have some.

because in dungeon meshi, to feed yourself or allow yourself to be fed is treated as performing a kindness for yourself. food is what propels you, but there is also an art and a joy inherent to the process of making it; in the way you feel when you've had enough to eat.

[id: senshi watches as chilchuck and marcille eat and excitedly hash out plans.

"i've got a good feeling about this! maybe it'll work out!" chilchuck says

marcille responds, "well it's easier to feel optimistic on a full stomach!"

senshi smiles, proud. /end id]

^^^ i want to put this image on my wall

when you're working through disordered eating habits, you really do have to keep learning this shit. (in my experience, learning about cooking is one of the best ways to do so.)

i'll have to see if my thesis holds up as i continue, but i think one of the reasons the portrayal here resonates with me so hard is that ryoko kui puts most of her characters at eye level with me on this. they're all working at it, too. the text and i are both commiserating, and encouraging each other, 'have some more, you'll feel better.'

#its late -_- idk if this fullly gets across what i mean but ive been thinking about this for weeks #dungeon meshi #recovery #cooking tag #disordered eating cw #im on chp 31 atm but im like. squinting and steepling my fingers looking for this theme as i go now

[beescake]

PLEASE PLEASE MEGADUMP THE ARASOL!!! PLEAAASEE MR BEESCAKE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU

HFHGHD GLADLY aaa i’ve been adding notes to it here and there for months but just hesitant to post it bcs im 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂

also this is just my own takeaway of the events, it doesn’t necessarily comply to the Ultimate Truth of Canon-Alignment or represent the actual facts of what hussie intended! v sentimental smh but hopefully its still interesting to read

i love when characters inform each other by proximity, it's one of my fave things to see in media :') it feels even more significant when two characters deliberately choose to stick together, so that when one operates, you can tell the other is similarly aligned in associative solidarity.

sollux is a keystone of this trope — whoever he aligns with is a wordless statement, a nod of approval. this stood out to me bcs the main four humans were alr friends by default, but once you reach hivebent you realize the trolls can actively choose who they want to hang out with.

and as we all know, after assessing every troll's biases/loyalties, sollux is the only one who maintains his selective preference for innately Good 👍 people.

aradia is such a beautiful character honestly, she evokes such incredible feelings in me. she might not have been consistently written with care but the best parts of her character are truly stunning. i think it's easy to remember sollux as the self-sacrificing one bc he's so open about it (and his friends frequently react to his Moments) but when you compare him to aradia, it's always struck me

how much more. raw it is

to be so alone as an agent of time, having to orchestrate immeasurably harrowing events nobody understands or gives a fuck about

with your role painted in the story as one who must tend to the needs of the narrative, responsible to match every next note

because when you're given the capabilities, it becomes your duty to carry it out.

it becomes expected of you to keep experimenting and arranging the machinations to work for everyone, dusting off hundreds of necessary failures to keep going

and having to be so unwavering in your drive knowing miserably that there's no one who can help you but yourself.

or alternatively: to make things fun! so other people won't think twice about letting you go off on your own.

sure she's had some very good buds, notably thanks to Team Charge v Team Scourge antics.

and yet, at the end of the day, the one friend that kept choosing her time and time again was the friend with the highest standards.

i can see why people like to define arasol as moirails/matesprits but surprisingly i find the nondescript, unlabeled aspect of their relationship more straightforward to understand.

there's no shortage of people who would accommodate sollux. most of the surviving trolls are his oldest friends bcs he’d chosen them well. his transparency with his feelings had built him strong friendships that won’t falter or break, regardless of how much of a dick he can be. they’ve already seen and accepted him at his worst, and they still like him for who he is.

contrast that with aradia, who'd been so approachable, friendly and reliable in her exchanges it was super fun to talk to her. but the moment she became depressed, all her connections broke down.

her friends became hesitant to interact with her (until she became god tier, “happy” and amicable again) because her gloom and resignation didn’t serve them. she dealt with it alone.

there’s def something of note here abt the disparity between the way male & female characters are written+perceived in homestuck (esp parallel arasol with davejade) but i won’t go into that lmaoo

with this in mind i like to think of sollux as a gift to her, a loyal companion given to complement and commend her resolve. she's capable of doing so much alone but hussie took the time to build her and sollux's relationship as one of a unit; a set.

the ambiguity of their status does complicate things, but i do believe it makes sense with their characters. aradia's relationship with romance is a rocky one, the dubious stringalong equius had with her is a pointed reminder that her feelings of attraction are ultimately controlled by the author writing her.

unlike the other trolls who can openly address and own up to their crushes, aradia had romantic emotions forced upon her (especially when hussie implies 'she kissed equius back on her own volition'). and it seems like her character is so intrinsically neutral abt attraction that even when forced by the almighty powers above, she's unable to retain it wholly.

however, looking back to pre-game when she could actually "choose" her own feelings, she did have a crush on sollux.

their soft spots for each other were so obvious to the point where other people could see it.

taunting aside, when vriska comments on their unit as bf/gf it actually informs the audience that arasol's relationship is romantic in nature despite not aligning with the quadrant system.

even while dead, aradia could still describe her care for sollux, expressing that she would like to see him happy. if they had more time to explore their relationship on alternia, it's possible they could've settled in a quadrant once they grew older.

but going back to the lack of labels, their dynamic was affected once more when aradia became god tier.

to me, her ascension was both the perfect culmination and possible closure of her character. it's the light at the end of her journey toiling through countless of timelines where she had to actively assess and participate. that's why it's cool to see her being silly and having fun giving guidance, passively exploring and watching other people do their parts.

and yet the joy of her freedom makes it hard to explore further introspection. if we take her by her word, she'd already come to terms with the hurt she's been through and forgiven those involved.

i can't help feeling attuned to how impersonal and detached it can be, to devote and meld your identity so completely with your designated position as Maid of Time until you've become hard for your old friends (and even some readers!) to personally connect to.

idk post-canon but i assume there’s some degree of similarity to be bridged here with aradia's god tier and how the hs2 humans' Ultimate forms was described as a consolidation of all their possibilities. since aradia's classpect is inherently of service to Time, going god-tier may have elevated her beyond personhood with the "game construct" possessing her entirely. sollux doesn't realize the extent of it bcs he's still mortal, but a part of him may have subconsciously understood this.

i think there is a core aspect to aradia that was lost to the dehumanizing glory of god tier — a core aspect that may have contained an element of why sollux enjoyed talking to her in the first place.

to him, aradia hadn't just been a nice girl, she was a cool girl. despite not having much in common, he's still willing to chill next to her so she's not alone while she does what needs to get done.

back on alternia, they held a mutual and equal-level regard for each other that could've definitely settled into something permanent. but now, he's placed himself in a position where he can be kept around or left behind at will. the parameters of the relationship are largely in aradia's court, so any label she suggests to identify their relationship with he's likely to accept.

but that's why it's so difficult to label it. because god tier aradia may not necessarily Want quadrants or relationship labels. rather than the initial romantic attachment, their commitment to each other had evolved into one fundamentally of companionship.

no label? ok fine. no matter what, he still thinks she's a good soul worth latching on to. the best, actually. aradia > everyone else.

even if it gets stilted at times. there's an unexpected struggle to connect when sollux's go-to default for talking points is his feelings about things, and aradia may not want to talk about emotions all the time.

not to mention god tier aradia became an observer, especially of chaos. but sollux's avoidance of involvement comes partially from his innate pressure to get involved if something goes wrong. and he can't always tell when something goes wrong, because aradia doesn't mind if things go wrong anymore.

it's a non-negotiable preference that causes them to take the occasional time apart, a new boundary that wouldn't have existed before the game and aradia's god tier.

but just like how his friends tolerated his moods, sollux accepts aradia as she is. with no quadrants, their connection doesn't break down because there's no implicit romantic expectations to be disappointed by or resentful over.

sometimes when i see hs content that deliberately distances sollux from aradia, i assume this is the dissonance people might have felt. people might find it "easier" to be cynical about them bcs of this strange tension.

but idc lmao. grab that shit by the neck

lack of easy resolutions and cleanly tied ribbons is pretty standard of homestuck and imo it doesn't make arasol's dynamic any less incredible. with the right affection and consideration, there's still so much potential to develop the nuance of their relationship outside of the popular quadrant-based depictions.

hs has a lot of really great character compatibilities but the way aradia and sollux are in their own special orbit is why i can write this much about them in the first place. it's that frail innocence between first loves that makes it so sweet to me, two kids who grew up too fast playing guesswork without being clear where they're going.

ultimately i do think you're meant to feel a little tragedy for just how much they care for each other, even if they can't quite establish it in simple terms.

maybe they keep taking breaks to progress their own paths. maybe they remain as anchor partners while seeing other people. but even if you decide to separate them, they're still (awkwardly) texting each other updates all the while. and when they reunite it feels like coming home.

and well. more than anything, i like to believe that they do want to be exclusive.

they're just afraid. after all, they're still learning how to love, beyond the projections of the foursquare quadrant system they had inadvertently distanced themselves from since young.

they might not have everything figured out, but they'll get there eventually if you just hold them together and write them there.

optional post-canon segment:

one of the limitations of main hs is that (monogamous) relationships are often written as the go-to solution to wrap up character growth; it's an easy "patch" to imagine characters getting their happy ending because they have a partner, and those who don't end up with someone don't get that closure (most notably jade).

hs2 reaffirms this by suggesting that aradia's character cannot progress without letting sollux go, because happily settling in a relationship automatically locks your potential.

that pathetic panel of sollux staring emptily into the sky is still my fave hs2 spoiler ngl i find the impact of their parting so emotionally provoking precisely bcs they were written in original hs to be each other's forever, coming back together again and again

but now, they're subject to the decisions of the post-canon authors who might choose to deviate from that.

it's not new for them to part, but now there's an underlying worry that her dropping him off this time might be the last time. while i think the prospect of shattering their stability to make them grow separately sounds fun on paper, no amount of me desperately hoping for a good execution is gonna guarantee it

idk. i guess prediction-wise im expecting sollux in classic dramatic-hs2 fashion to tell dave to back off aradia LMAO. otherwise it's just gon be sollux and karkat pathetically watching aradia and dave from a distance swimming in their unresolved feelings for narratively-powerful time players smh obvs it sounds corny as hell but who knows its still plausible

srsly tho i hope they take the opportunity to develop arasol's relationship in a fresh direction that doesn't hurt me too badly...... and i hope they force sollux out of his comfort zone. i like watching him struggle :-)

#sorry if this isnt fully accurate heh its just my personal impressions/feelings #despite best efforts to simplify my annotations the wall of text still ended up massive #there's also a comparison i wanted to make abt characters who “broke up” from romantic expectations losing a lot of what they had before #dave(sprite)/jade‚ karkat/terezi‚ dirk/jake etc = which is why i think arasol was rescued by hussie on purpose. arasol endgame truth #ngl there mightve been more moments that shouldve been mentioned but i have no memories of... limited cloud storage #long post #ask #anon #homestuck #arasol #aradia megido #sollux captor #arapostings #2024 #vioart #not disqualifying acespec/qpr reading i think its also possible :] #if anything i dont understand fanon killing off aradia for their sollux ships haiyaaa why is this trope so damn popular #every time i open a slkt fic and aradia is dead i go outside and burn a tree. global warming could not come sooner #slkts who treat aradia like dvkts treat jade…. i punt u football style

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Hi 🥰 idk if u remember me but im rainb0wdrafts from ao3! Saw on your bio that ure taking request soooo uhmm can I request a fluffy / smutty wanda x fem reader fic based on a song Wanna Be Missed by Hayley Kiyoko? 🥺 or if ure not feeling that particular song, any song that would inspire u from her Expectations album.

P. S.

still cant wait for the ending of Sparkling Scarlett. I’m having mixed emotions about it rn JSKSKSLLSLS

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: you try to get your mind off of Wanda in a crowded nightclub, and she finds you there and eases your cravings for her.

content warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus

word count: 4.3k

masterlist

A/N: omg hiiii!! i totally hadn't listened to that song before, so i listened to it on repeat while i figured out the vibes and plot line lol. i was basically feeling nightclub vibes with wanda and fem!reader going feral for each other. i hope you like it ◡̈

you literally cured my writers block so thank u 🙏, i really don't want Sparkling Scarlet to end either😭

photo cred: me, i literally made the photo in photoshop lol. anyways.

Craving You

The nightclub reverberated with an electric energy that filled every inch of the air. A symphony of pulsing lights painted the space in vibrant hues, dancing in synchrony with a mesmerizing blend of bass-heavy rhythms. It resonated in the bones of those who stood on the crowded dance floor. 

You danced along, your body swaying to the pounding tempo as your feet started to tingle, the vibrations palpable in the stifling air. The atmosphere was a sensory overload, a place where time blurred, and your inhibitions dissolved as your friends brought you yet another shot. 

Shooting down the clear liquid, you grimaced at the taste, attempting not to cough it back up as your friend patted you on the back. Looking up, you saw Kate’s already flushed face as she lazily scanned the room. 

“Just go and find her already,” You said, feeling your senses starting to dull as the vodka left a pleasant burn in your chest. “I promised you I’d be here as a wingwoman tonight!” 

Kate looked over at you, her face giddy with the anticipation of finally talking to her long-time crush, Yelena. You laughed, grabbing the slightly crumpled water bottle from her grasp and uncapping it. Forcing the bottle against her lips, you watch her gulp down the water. 

Hastily pulling the bottle away, you take a few sips before screwing the cap back on. “Don’t gulp it all down Kate, you’ll get sick that way.” You chastised, only half joking. You really didn’t want to spend another night holding Kate’s hair as she spewed her guts into a nightclub toilet. 

Gently shoving her away, you gave Kate a light pep talk. It mostly consisted of complimenting her outfit, as she’d stressed about it all day. You had helped her pick the dress, a stunning knee length fabric that shimmered with each passing ray of multi-colored light. Kate spun in a small circle as you showered her with compliments, before finally turning away and laughing, her eyes scanning the room for Yelena. 

“But wait!” Kate exclaimed, swaying slightly as she gripped your upper arm tightly. She struggled to focus on your face, finally making eye contact. “You haven't had enough alcohol to get your mind properly off of her yet.”

You sighed, letting out a breath into the already warm air. The atmosphere dimmed slightly, the stale air swirling around you as you remembered the true reason you’d let Kate drag you along. In all honesty, you’d never been much of a party girl. You always preferred a night in, sipping tea as you watched a sitcom with your girlfriend. 

And there it was, the one thing you’d been trying not to think about.

Shooting Kate a look, you shook your head. “I don’t think alcohol is going to help much.” She gave you an apologetic look, and you gave her a slightly firmer push towards the dance floor. She turned slowly, and upon seeing a flash of dirty blonde hair, quickly left your side in pursuit. 

Turning back towards the bar, you squinted against the flashing lights, already feeling a headache coming on as the vibrant mix of reds and blues swirled against the walls. Pushing through a tangle of sweaty, dancing bodies, you snagged a seat towards the end of the bar. You ordered a shirley temple (you really did miss Wanda), and sat back against the wall. Choosing to give your eyes a rest from the mass of bodies dancing in an uncoordinated pattern, you let your eyes unfocus as you stared into the dark red of your drink. 

Wanda had unfortunately been called away, her position as head of her company demanding more hours as the summer season hit. She’d left immediately after a late night phone call, grabbing her pre-packed bag and sweeping out of your shared home. She’d promised that it wouldn’t be too long of a trip, and that she’d call you every day. That was three weeks ago. 

She did call you every day, but spoken words weren’t enough for you. You wanted to be held by her, falling asleep in her arms as she laughed along quietly to the sitcoms playing in the background. You wanted to kiss her again, like it was the last time you’d ever embrace her lips with yours, frenzied and passionate. The sound of her voice through a phone, knowing she was miles away, couldn’t compare to the way she would hold you close with your breaths intermingling as you pulled each other impossibly closer. 

Fuck, you missed her with every fibre of your being. 

Shaking off your suddenly melancholic thoughts, you scanned the room for Kate. The mess of brown curls was lost in the sea of moving bodies, and you focused on the first flash of blonde you saw. Upon seeing Yelena, you smiled at the sight of Kate standing mere inches away from her. Your mission was accomplished, and all you had to do was not think about Wanda. 

How utterly disappointing it was, when your thoughts wandered back to her. Back to her soft red curls, slightly frizzy as they splayed across her bare back. You always swore you woke up next to an angel everyday, and Wanda would laugh as she showered you with kisses. Her laugh, flowing from her lips with a melodic grace as her lips danced softly across your skin. Back to her freckles, a constellation neatly scattered across her features that you had attempted to count many times. Back to her waist and hips, the slow curve that you dragged your fingertips over, until you finally reached her…

A hand against your waist startled you out of your thoughts, and you flushed slightly as you turned in your seat. Setting your drink down on the counter top, not wanting to enter into the range past tipsy, you looked up. 

A sea of red curls filled your vision, and your eyes slowly widened as you drank in the sight of Wanda standing before you. She had a hand in her pocket, the other stroking your hip in slow circles as your brain attempted to process. Her vibrant green eyes crinkled at the edges as she watched the multiple emotions you were feeling flit across your face. Her skin was lit with the ever-changing hues of the nightclub, and you started to feel as though you were in a cinematic movie scene. 

“Not a movie sweetheart.” Wanda said, her velvety voice wrapping around your head and sinking you further into a trance. You could hear the undercurrent teasing, but elected to ignore it in favor of staring at her. Staring at her ridiculously attractive cheekbones, at her sharp jaw and shining eyes as she drank in the sight of you.

Jolting out of your seat, finally processing the fact that she wasn’t a figure of your imagination, you wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders as you sunk into a well-known embrace. Your bodies molded together, and you felt her arms tighten securely around your waist. You couldn’t make yourself pull away, letting the hum of the nightclub fade into insignificance as you attempted to convey the depth of your emotions through your embrace. Wanda nestled further into your arms, your breaths synchronizing as you held each other. 

Breathing deeply, you buried your nose into her hair as the familiar scent of vanilla filled your senses. For some reason, that gave you enough strength to pull away, but only far enough so you could see Wanda’s face. 

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was slightly breathy as you eagerly drank in the sight of her. She gazed down at you, her eyes fitting to your parted lips as you exhaled shakily. She smiled, leaning in closer until her lips touched the shell of your ear. You shuddered. 

“My trip ended a bit later than expected,” Wanda started, her tongue flicking out against your ear. You felt her smirk against you as a shiver ran down your spine. “And I didn’t want to wait until you got home to finally see you, so I came to you.”

A large smile made its way onto your face. Your girlfriend, who had just flown miles back home and who was probably jetlagged as hell, had made the decision to walk into a grungy nightclub in search of you. At the mere thought of how much effort she’d put into seeing you, you crashed your lips against hers. 

Her lips met yours with an equal amount of ferocity, and you felt her dragging you away from the bar as she sucked your bottom lip between her teeth. You followed happily, all of your thoughts invested solely on the woman you were clinging to. She pulled you through a doorway, the security team waving her through as they recognized her well known status. 

You could barely think, a certain fuzziness overtaking your mind as it focused solely on Wanda. You focused on your hands against her shoulders, the way your fingertips brushed against the overheated skin of her neck and tangled in the loose curls that fell around her shoulders. After a desperate tug of her hair, Wanda pulled away briefly to push open a door, before shutting it and pushing you harshly against the solid wood. 

“Hi sweetheart,” Wanda whispered, her lips grazing yours as she caught her breath. Her cheeks held an adorable flush, and her eyes shined as they roamed over your heaving chest and shaky legs. Her hands pressed your hips firmly against the door, and you squirmed slightly as you attempted to pull her closer. 

“I missed you.”

The words flowed from you desperately, and Wanda smiled at the whimper in your voice. She always loved you like this, when you were soft, pliant and so eager to please. She allowed herself to be pulled closer, until the front of her body was flush with yours. You rolled your hips against her, letting out a choked noise from the back of your throat as you relieved some of the aching pressure that had built between your legs. 

Letting her teeth graze your jaw slightly, Wanda focused on marking the soft skin of your neck as you panted beneath her. Her hands stilled your rolling hips, and you whined as she pulled back to look at your desperate form. 

“What exactly did you miss?” She asked, raising a single eyebrow as you struggled to get your brain to work. 

Catching a glimpse of the soft bed behind you, and realizing that Wanda had pushed you into one of the private backrooms of the nightclub, you pushed gently against her shoulders. Allowing you to walk her backwards, Wanda let out a surprised puff of air when the backs of her knees met the mattress. 

Moving to straddle her, you tangled your fingers with her smooth curls once more as you tilted her head back. With your lips against her temple, you breathed in the familiar heady scent that was so wholly Wanda as you murmured, “I’ll show you.”

Wanda’s hands tightened around your waist, keeping you on her lap as you ran your hands over cheeks and jaw, fingers ghosting over her skin as you started speaking. “I missed your annoyingly perfect eyebrows,” She let out a surprised giggle, raising them playfully as you laughed. Bringing a single finger down to her lips, you placed it against her bottom lip. “I missed your lips, so soft and kissable, and the words that drip from them wherever you speak.” 

Tilting your head down, you placed a gentle kiss against her lips, pulling back when she attempted to deepen it. Wanda furrowed her brows as you pulled away, but you smiled softly and placed your finger against her lips once more as she tried to speak. “Hush love, I’m not done.”

Sitting back, Wanda watched your face as your eyes followed the path your other hand traced down her neck. As your fingers ghosted over the column of her throat and danced along her collarbone, she gently sucked your finger into her mouth. Your eyes flew back to hers in surprise, but she simply smiled around your finger, her tongue swirling around the heavy pad as you watched with parted lips. 

You groaned, finding it hard to concentrate as you watched Wanda suck on your finger like it was the best thing she’d had in her mouth for a while. You placed another finger against her lips, and watched in an almost trancelike state as she sucked that one in as well. Her eyes closed slightly as she sucked, and she let out a low moan as your other hand tightened against her shoulder. 

The sound startled you out of your daze, and spurred you on. Reaching down, you removed your fingers from her mouth as you swiftly pulled her expensive blouse over her head. Throwing the article somewhere behind you, you brought your fingers back to her parted lips and sighed as you felt the wet heat of her mouth encircle them once more. 

“I missed your skin,” You said breathily, running a hand over her toned arms as they pulled you further onto her lap. You gasped as your core met her pelvis, and tried not to grind your hips down against hers. Unclasping her bra, she helped you take it off as you ran your fingers over her perspiring skin. Leaning down, you let your tongue drag against her, collecting the slightly salty taste as you traced a path from the tops of her breasts all the way to her ear.  

“I missed the way you feel against me,” You whispered, and she reached up to pull your fingers out of her mouth. In one smooth motion, she pulled your shirt off and unclasped your bra, both items landing somewhere with a soft thump as she maneuvered the two of you towards the center of the bed. 

You giggled slightly, feeling her hot breath against your overheated skin as she drank in the sight of you. She leaned closer, her lips parted as her eyes focused on the smooth skin of your neck, but you placed your hands firmly against her shoulders. Pushing back, you ignored the frustrated look she sent you, shushing her as you guided her to lay against the sheets. 

Your hips still straddled hers, and after sitting back up, you rolled them slightly as you gazed down on Wanda’s form. She lay beneath you, her chest heaving as her eyes roamed your nude chest, her hair splayed out across the dark sheets. 

“I missed your tits.” You said cheekily, reaching out your hands as your fingers pinched her nipples gently. Instead of reprimanding you like she normally would, Wanda let out a soft moan as she squirmed slightly, her hands tightening on your thighs. You felt your breath catch, the heat in your belly flaring at the sight. 

Leaning down, you captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting unrestrained moans into her mouth as she kissed you back with equal ferocity. Panting, you parted from her as you trailed your lips down her neck until you reached the soft skin of her breast. Sucking gently, you placed a few hickeys against her skin, sighing when her hand reached up to tug at your hair. 

Wanda’s hand clenched tightly, bringing tears to your eyes when you finally let your mouth encircle her tight nipple. Letting out a pained noise, you breathed deeply as she glanced down apologetically, her hand relaxing slightly. Flicking your tongue, you pulled more moans from her as you played with her chest. You could feel your bodies sliding against each other as the heat from your desperation built. 

Deciding to give the poor woman some relief, you detached your lips from her chest, admiring her puffy nipples as she groaned. Wanda’s hands became more desperate as you descended her body, tugging your head closer to her overheated skin as your lips grazed the top of her pants. She let out a desperate whine, and your eyebrows shot up at the sound. 

“I missed your hips.” You traced your fingers over the faint stretch marks you found there as you pulled her pants down in a quick motion. Your fingers mapped out a path along her skin as you traced the mole near her belly button, and the soft raised scar on her hip from when she’d fallen out of a tree when she was five. Moving further down, you spread her legs as you knelt between them, letting your lips trace a path from her ankle up to the apex of her thighs. You sighed softly as the scent of her arousal reached your nose, and you nuzzled your face into the soft skin of her inner thighs as her legs attempted to close around your head. 

You shook your head out of the clouds, blinking as Wanda hips frantically raised against your palms. You looked up, watching her heaving chest and admiring her strong jaw as she threw her head back against the mattress. One hand was clenching the dark sheets under her, and your eyes widened at the sight of her white knuckles. The other hand gripped your wrist tightly, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against your sweaty skin as her legs tightened around you. 

Placing your hands firmly against her thighs, you spread her legs as she bucked her hips. Letting her hand tangle with your hair, you chuckled as she attempted to press your face against her dripping center. You admired the wet spot forming against her underwear, blowing a stream of cool air against her core as she writhed beneath you. 

“Please.”

You let out a moan of your own at her plea, before quickly stripping her of her underwear and leaving her completely bare against the sheets. You barely had a moment to admire her pale form against the dark fabric before her hand was tugging your head closer to her once more. 

Placing a gentle kiss against her protruding clit, you smirked as her hips jerked. “I missed your scent,” You murmured, unsure if she could actually hear you over her own desperate moans. “I miss the way you taste against my tongue, and the way you roll your hips when I finally lean in for a taste.” 

Wanda’s moans turned into desperate pleas, her hips now uncontrollably rutting against the mattress as she searched for any sort of release. Taking mercy on her, you finally leaned down and swiped your tongue against her core. Moaning at the taste, you circled your lips around her clit as she babbled incoherently while thrusting her hips against your face. 

The grip of her hands in your hair caused tears to spring into your eyes once more, but you ignored it. Sucking harder, you urged her hips to buck faster against your face as her moans became more breathy. You felt her jerk unsteadily against you, her hips losing their rhythm as she neared her climax, incoherent words streaming from her lips. 

Sucking her clit in between your teeth, you bit down gently while swirling your tongue around it, and Wanda lost what little control she had left. Her legs tensed around your head, squeezing tightly as her body shook. Her clit pulsed on your tongue, and you smirked as a wave of wetness hit your chin. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she let out a throaty moan. Her fingers locked in your hair, her hand firmly pressing you against her spasming core as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm. 

You licked your lips clean after finally coming up for air, her legs relaxing just enough for you to pull away slightly. As soon as you caught your breath, you dived right back in and savored the rich taste of her against your tongue. As you slipped your tongue inside her, you decided that you would do whatever it took to always have Wanda within arms reach. You simply couldn’t fathom being separated from her for an extended period of time again, and you quickly lost yourself in the drug that was Wanda Maximoff. 

A trembling breath brought your attention back to the woman still sprawled on the sheets. Her legs trembled around your head as you slipped your tongue in and out of her still-leaking center. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally locked those viridescent green eyes on yours. As soon as you made eye contact, you smiled against her core as you brought your fingers up to circle her clit slowly. 

Pulling away, you licked the taste of Wanda from your lips as you slipped two fingers into her without warning. You kept your eyes locked with hers as you slowly started pumping your fingers, and Wanda’s eyes lidded as she attempted to keep her gaze on you. 

Smirking devilishly, you licked a slow circle around her swollen clit before placing a kiss directly on top of it. Resting your cheek against her inner thigh, you kept your gaze on her as the sounds of your fingers roughly slamming into her filled the room. Her slick juices spilled onto the sheets as your fingernails dug into her hip in an attempt to keep her hips in place. 

“I crave you, Wanda.” Your sultry voice tipped her further towards the edge, and Wanda threw her head back against the mattress as she let out a stream of curse words. 

You curled your fingers as you stroked that very sensitive spot inside her, pressing firmly into the spongy walls as you sucked her clit between your lips. Wanda’s back arched, and she practically lifted herself off the bed as she reached her climax once again. This time, you hummed against her as she rode out the aftershocks, and her third orgasm snuck up on her and ripped through her body like a wildfire. 

Throughout it all, you were relentless. Your fingers kept up their bruising pace as your lips chased her clit. You were starting to get light headed as Wanda’s legs squeezed your head, the hand in your hair not allowing you to escape her grasp. Wanda’s hips jerked against you, and she let out a few whimpers as the hand in your hair started pushing against your head. 

“Too much sweetheart, too much.” Wanda choked out, panting in relief when you finally pulled away. She let herself relax fully against the mattress, rolling away from the center of the bed when the damp sheets grew uncomfortable beneath her. You emerged from the small in-suite bathroom with a damp washcloth. Hushing her, you gently brought the warm washcloth to her slick skin as you cleaned her up. 

You couldn’t resist one final taste, and after swiping your tongue to collect the juices still flowing from her slit, you finished cleaning your girlfriend and collapsed on the bed beside her. 

“Well.” Wanda said, and you laughed at her inability to speak as she rolled into your side and buried her face against your bare shoulder. 

Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, you breathed in her familiar vanilla scent as she pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around her as she draped her legs over yours in an attempt to mold her body against you. You let a hand start running through her hair, detangling it slightly as she fully relaxed into you.

“I missed your laugh.” You said, and Wanda hummed against your shoulder. You began speaking again, your words filling the non-existent space between the two of you. “I missed the crinkle of your eyes whenever you smile at me, and I missed cuddling with you and watching sitcoms. I missed the breakfasts that you cook, and I missed putting away the dishes with you afterwards.” 

You laughed then, not believing the words coming out of your mouth. “I mean, who misses doing the dishes?” You snorted, burying your face back into Wanda’s hair. “Only a fool in love would miss doing the most mundane task.”

Wanda tilted her face until she was looking at you, her green eyes shining up at you. “You love me?” Her voice was colored in surprise, and her face turned hopeful. 

Blinking, you realize the words that had just slipped out. “I mean… yeah.” You began, running your fingers through her hair nervously as you met her wide green eyes. “I hope that’s alright, I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back right now or anything, but yeah.” You trailed off, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks at your accidental admission. 

One of Wanda’s hands came up to rest against your cheek, and she tilted your flushed face back towards her. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled brightly up at you. “I love you too sweetheart.” 

Your heart started pounding, and a wide smile broke out on your face as you excitedly started peppering Wanda’s face with kisses. “I love you too!” You exclaimed as she laughed, her hands wrapping around the back of your neck as she pulled you in for a proper, searing kiss. 

Pulling away after a few long seconds, you rested your forehead against hers as an uncontrollable grin overtook your lips. Time stood still as you both basked in the newfound confessions you’d made. Wanda’s fingers grazed your jaw, her touch gentle and grounding as your mind raced with excitement. 

In that moment, as your foreheads remained gently pressed together, you knew that this was the beginning of an exhilarating chapter of your life. One that Wanda would be by your side in, her hand pressed in yours as you faced the world and conquered any obstacles that may come your way. As you lingered in each other's gentle embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance, and you knew that you had finally found true love.

#mommy wanda #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda smut #wanda maximoff smut #wanda marvel #wanda #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x you #bottom wanda maximoff #fanfiction #writing #lesbian

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

As you all know i love Justice League Meet The Batfamily au fics. And i was thinking about how i havent yet read one focusing solely on Signal. Heres one idea on how it could go

Im thinking a au where the JL know Batman has Gotham associates to a extent (aka that he has some, no one knows how many, theres "Robin" but Robin is obviously switched out by another person every few years, etc) and maybe they know Nightwing but thats it. The extended batclan are playing assassin. And Duke gets Bruce. Which is majorly daunting. And pretty much a guaranteed failure. Duke is disappointed but decides to give it his all anyways

Now, there are ofc rules. One is you cant get anybody at work or school. However, "work" only applies to day jobs. Night time escapades are fair game. So Duke targets Bruce where he'll feel safest: the Watchtower. Its basically off limits for the kids. Does that break some rules? Yes. But it doesnt break any of the assassin rules and therefore the defeat will still count

Duke has to recruit some help, obviously. Babs is absolutely down for this. She messes with the zeta to not announce him and does some other stuff. Maybe causes a annoying distraction? Maybe helps make it look like there is a intruder onboard and helps Signal pick off members one-by-one like a horror movie? Maybe Duke just sits in a vent for 4 hours? Maybe another batkid shows up and starts a scene so Batman is focused on parenting them while standing surrounded by his colleagues so he wont feel there is a threat?

Either way Duke shoots Bruce with half a canister of yellow paintballs when no one was expecting a attack/a gun fight

Bruce is shocked. He's just looking at his hand where his fingers touched "the wound" aka the paint. Everyone is either stunned in silence or screaming bc Batman is down

And Signal comes out in the open with the paintball gun on his shoulder all smug. And theres commotion before Batman starts laughing. Everyone looks over. And Bruce just wades through the JL before reaching Duke. Congratulates him, Bruce beaming with pride, and Batman hugs him. Commotion once more: "what just happened!?" "Who is this?" "Is Batman hugging?!" I like it when ppl write Bruce as affectionate around his kids so maybe its a excited swaying hug where Bruce is laughing as he pulls Duke to him and drops a kiss on his head. One of his kids managed to get the drop on him! he's ecstatic! This is a milestone moment!

and maybe then whover has Duke as a target shoots him right as everyone calms down

#hinacu dc #justice league find out about the batfam #batfam #duke thomas #bruce wayne #batman #the signal #prompt #dc prompt

[claynine]

hi! so hyped that ur back, when i saw the notif i got shocked lol but im feeling a little in spite lately,

how about we brat tame bakugou himself

So happy to be back ♡

The only thing I think about bakugou is how fun it would be to brat tame him sooo, I have a lot of ideas for this lol

Content warning: degradation, pegging,

To say your day had been shit was an understaiment. You had missed the bus for school, woke up with a migraine that just wouldn't go away, and on top of all; now you had your boyfriend yelling at you for who knows what.

"I'm not in the mood-" you said as calmly as you could.

"Do you think I care!?" He just ignored you "What the hell did I say about talking to that idiot?" Aka Midoriya.

"Talk- what- we barely said hi to eachother because I passed by him" you looked up at him in absolute confusion.

"That is talking to me! You are mine, you hear me!?"

You couldn't believe your ears, you knew Bakugou was possessive when you two started dating, but you made it clear you were not his possesion. For him to say that struck your last nerve; in a swift motion you grabbed your boyfriends neck forcefully.

"What did you say?" Your voice was laced with venom, it genuinely shocked Bakugou "Repeat what you just said."

Your grip only got tighter as he didn't say anything, he was to focused on the sudden dominance your stance showed. He could feel every one of your fingers around his throat, stopping any words from coming out.

"I see, too scared to speak now? You had a lot to say earlier."

You felt him swallow hard under your grip, as you looked down you were stunned at the evident boner popping out of his uniform pants. You looked up at him with a huff.

"You're turned on?" You laughed at the change in his expression, his eyes looking anywhere but you, a rosy tint painting his cheeks.

Without a second thought you dragged him to your bed, throwing him onto it, before he could even bounce a first time on the mattress you pressed yourself on top of him.

"Wh- what are you-" his voice sounded almost too soft for himself.

"I told you at the start of this relationship I didn't belong to you." You undid the buttons of his shirt, opening it to reveal his toned body.

You extended your hands towards his neckline before slowly dropping them to his sides, making sure your nails lightly touched his skin all across the way. You leaned your face towards his, pressing your lips against his ear.

"But we never said anything about you not being mine."

And just like that Bakugou found himself being pounded from behind by you, your hips smacking his thighs with every hard thrust. His face pinned into the pillow that quickly got wet with his saliva.

"Look at you," you harshly gripped his hear before lifting his head making his back arch, letting the tip of the dildo press roughly into his prostrate "Such a needy bitch"

His mouth opened into a silent scream. He felt amazing, your thrusts rearranging his guts, he swore he felt the strap all the way into his stomach, the tip could maybe reach his throat if you smashed slightly harder into him. Your words turning his thoughts into mush, letting him only feel you, think you.

"Harder- fuck- hard-" His voice whiny and almost non-existent, throat raspy at him trying to keep himself as quiet as possible.

"What was that? Harder?" He nodded desperately, needing to feel you deeper into him, needing to cum "I don't want to."

He tried to protest but you pushed his face into the mattress again before he could.

"Is this really the first time you get fucked by the ass? I wouldn't be surprised if you had before, since you are such a whore" He fought against your hand, you loosened your grip slightly so he could move his head to the side.

"You- nobody else- only-" He could feel his orgasm right there, one harsh thrust is all he needed, just one "Only you!"

"That's right," you ignored the burn of your thighs and went harder into him "You are mine."

He sucked in air sharply as the build up of his orgasm reached the end, finally spreading waves of pleasure over and over again into his body. His toes curled, hands gripped the sheets as he came harder than ever.

You watched in delight, all the problems of the day not bothering you anymore.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you-" He mumbled into the pillow as you pulled out, his hips falling down.

"You better be grateful and never act like a bitch again," you kissed his shoulder blade "unless, you want me to fuck your brains out again."

The idea was quite tempting to Bakugou if he was honest.

#dom reader #bnha smut #sub bnha #sub bakugou #my hero academia #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader

[letsgetrowdy43]

🌱 one of the umich boys (mark or luca perhaps?) being really proud of a famous gf (maybe a comedian or smth) and all the guys are just like ‘she’s so much cooler than you are’

𝐉𝐞 𝐭'𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞

This is a part of my 100-follower celly, go look at my pinned post to participate!!

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ynofficial packing my suitcase while bawling my eyes out, my dreams are coming true 🥲

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rutgermcgroarty Luca is such a little bitch for you

ynofficial my bitch 😼

rutgersmcgroarty you trained him well

user93 I’m excited to see the fits

lucafantilli Ik you’re crying because you’re gonna miss me so much

ynofficial someone needs to humble you

prada can’t wait to see you this weekend!!

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(4) new messages from the Fantilli who can actually grow facial hair 🧔🏻‍♂️

🧔🏻‍♂️- please come home your boyfriend is being whiny

🧔🏻‍♂️- I’m so mad at you for leaving me to babysit him

🧔🏻‍♂️- are you aware he sings in the shower?

🧔🏻‍♂️- I actually think you’re a godsent for putting up with him everyday

Yn 🤥- it’s only a week

Yn 🤥- I promise you will be just fine

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lucafantilli my gf abandoned me 😔

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nolan_moyle she’s literally gone a week…

nick.granowicz leave him alone he’s in love

adamfantilli he’s a pain in the ass 😒

ynofficial guys he’s just obsessed with me

ynbestfriend she’s such a cutie

lucafantilli Ik 😫

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ynofficial Paris Fashion Week Day One 🌃

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lhughes_06 Are you happy to be in Pari 👨🏼‍🎨

ynofficial OUI 🇫🇷🥖

user94 YOUR HONOUR! YOUR HONOUR SHE'S SLAYING!

use19 ATE

Dylanduke25 No crumbs?

user19 no crumbs!

lucafantilli that's my gf 😌

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lucafantilli behind the scenes of Paris Fashion Week (Yn's version) thank you to @conangray and his candids

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ynofficial they shouldn’t have invited me here

markestapa it’s like setting a toddler loose in paris

user93 the fits do go hard

oliviarodrigo she’s such a babe 💜

umichhockey umich wag takes on the streets of paris

ynofficial I don’t claim that term ✋🏻

adamfantilli I’m glad she’s having fun 😒

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(2) new messages from yn 🤥

Yn 🤥- he sleeps with his mouth open…

Yn 🤥- SIDE EYE

🧔🏻‍♂️- you’ve been together nearly two years and you didn’t know that??

Yn 🤥- pour water in his mouth to wake him up 😼

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ynofficial some of my fav moments this week, can’t believe it’s almost over 🫶🏻

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maudeapatow you’re glowing love 😍

ynofficial give me a kiss rn

edwards.73 you need to smile more

user48 bread 🤤

user29 you’ve been feeding us well this week

lucafantilli Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

ynofficial Get. Out. 🚪👈🏻

mackie.samo I’m bleaching my eyes rn 😀

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ynofficial as my week come to an end I’m so honoured to be posting photos of my first runway with @prada

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user92 THIS IS STUNNING

prada we are obsessed with you!! Same time next year?

ynofficial always 🤎

model it was so lovely to work alongside you 🫶🏻

lucafantilli IM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY

ynofficial is it a good time to tell you that I’m never coming home and I wanna live in Paris forever??

lucafantilli omw ✈️

user84 can I have your life please and thank you??

adamfantilli YAY!! Home time

markestapa you’re ruining her dreams dickhead

g.brindley4 let the woman live

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lucafantilli SHE IS HOME

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seamuscasey26 @ynofficial paint me like one of your French girls 😏

lucafantilli wishing you the worst bud

ynofficial help he’s holding me hostage in his dorm!!!

rutgermcgroarty this is payback for leaving him with us for a week xoxo

user37 💙〽️

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#rowans100followercelly<3 #luca fantilli #Luca fantilli x reader #umich hockey #umich imagine #adam fantilli #umich blurbs

[mako-neexu]

“Will this story get a happy ending?” its a merguda doujin by amazekekanro.

 one day gudako asks merlin to watch a horror movie with her to overcome her fears to be a good master by the suggestion of shincha. and a good master, in her opinion, is one who makes calm and rational decisions on the fly.

and when that doesnt work, they go to tamamo where they do the “one hundred ghost stories”, a game that people play at night to tell... well, horror stories. anyways, its a test of courage! so from okita, nobu, ryouma, oryou-san, tamamo, and merlin, they blow on the candles after each story told as per tradition

it goes on until its tamamo’s turn again. (im not sure if they reached 99th or so but its her turn when things start going down)

“There are many strange things in this world,” She says, face grave before the candlelight, “Each has a different trigger for it to begin.”

“That also includes us Servants, mysterious phenomena like ghosts, apparitions,” Tamamo pauses, holds her breath, turns to look at Ritsuka and points at her, who now frozen in shock.

“And living spirits.”

Confusion paints the girl’s face before Tamamo clarified, “In order for spirits to materialize, it must have a vessel they can occupy (yorishiro).”

She continues as Gudako’s dread deepens, “And it goes without saying that people (living spirits) are good vessels for souls and apparitions.”

Then Tamamo jokes a little and reassures her, before saying: “I truly wonder where your fear comes from?”

“Wait,” Gudako staggers, something behind her moving, “What do you mea-”

Then we get this:

“The manifestation of Fujimaru Ritsuka’s fear.”

So apparently by scaring her with the stories, her fear/terror becomes stronger until its become a living spirit... and it turns into that. but the goal is for ritsuka to accept her fear

The servants are alarmed, panicked, but when they turn to Ritsuka...

She smiles.

She just, smiles.

“Ah, it’s just another big enemy.”

She smiles and stands as the rest are stunned, “Okita-san,” Her face couldn’t be seen, but she stands as if there was no looming threat over her, “Cut it down.”

The others hesitate and Merlin protests, “Accepting and cutting are two different things! If you do that--!!”

Ritsuka cuts him off with a smile, “It’s okay. I don’t need fear or emotions.”

Her reassuring smile gives Merlin a kind of dread in his stomach he can’t begin to fathom. “After all, even Merlin agrees.” 

(forgot to say but earlier in the story they talk about getting used to all the horrors and unknown that you can’t help but go “ah, okay. it’s that kind of thing.” nonchalantly. because ritsuka wants to know how merlin isn’t scared even after watching a horror movie with her)

next (translated bc ughh its chilling) pages are these:

‘command’ for command spell was cut im so sorry i scanned this in an awkward angle...

Afterwards, we see Merlin feeling guilty about what happened, bc he thinks he influenced ritsuka... immediately thinking of artoria’s fate, the similar person who also cut her emotions down and led her to her end. the doujin ends in merlin being afraid and wondering if her path will lead her to a happy ending... or a blessed one

#fgo #fate grand order #merlin #guda #fujimaru ritsuka #gudako #merguda #ritsuka fujimaru

[ppnuggie]

💙💙I AWAKE FROM THE DEAD// I saw you were mainly doing MTMTE so here :)) ||

GN reader with trailcutter, skids, swerve, Megatron and roddy [separate] [headcannons], them reacting to reader flirting with them? fluff, crack do whatever I need my Teebs bro,got me feeling empty 😭😭

achoo see you next year prob idk, happy times💙💙

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn human reader

　　　　『　trailcutter ,, swerve ,, megatron ,, rodimus ,, gender neutral human reader    』

　　-> bots reaction to reader flirting w/ em 🫣

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— yep ! see ya next year ! :D i mean ,, it will be next year when this is posted 💀 but i am writing it on dec.30 rn 🫣 ughh teebs 😞😞 i just got the part where he dies im so heartbroken ,, my mans ,, 😭😭😭 he didnt deserve alla that ,, smh ,, but tysm for requesting 😏 tbh i might not actually be online for this to be posted ,, bc this is in my queue along with many other things to be posted later 🫣 so theres a little update for not having links updated in the second masterlist 🕺

trailcutter ::

• he’d be quite flustered ,, not sure what to say not only because he was most likely super drunk but also surprised you were flirting with him

• any time you compliment him for something ,, his fans will kick on immediately ,, and whenever you’re not around some mechs might coo at him and make smoochy noises ,, mainly whirl

• he may try to return the compliments ,, though he’ll end up tripping over his words and end up more flustered if you say something about it

• primus help this man ,, hes just ,, stuck dealing with these flirty lines and little compliments whenever you decide to just drop them outta nowhere ,, swerve swears that one day he’ll combust if he has to see this sappy romance continue on for any longer !

swerve ::

• he might brush it off as a joke ,, or a dare if anything ,, because why of all people would you flirt with him ? swerve ? the annoyingly loud mech who doesnt shut up ?

• of course you’d have to reassure him that it isnt a dare ,, or just you trying to get something out of him ,, but that you generally like him

• he’ll malfunction right then and there and then ratchet will have to deal with another bot ,, poor ratchet 😞

• he may try to return any compliment with a horrible pick up line ,, but end up think you’re laughing at him and not the worst pick up line ever to be heard in the universe

megatron ::

• megs would be ,, confused but also flustered ,, because have you not seen him ? dont you know of the things he’s done ? hes megatron ! a feared bot throughout many parts of the universe ,, known to kill humans

• and yet here you are ,, sitting beside him as you read his poetry that you somehow persuaded him to show you with your little secret magic hypnosis ,, and now youre calling him cute

• he’d scoff ,, say that he wasnt cute in his mind ,, but not mutter a single word out loud

• he wouldnt know what to do ,, and instead just sit there in silence and listen to your attempts to flirt with the mech

rodimus ::

• he’d return it immediately ,, but with horrible compliments and pick up lines

• one time he said “ nice shoelace “ after you said he looked stunning with the new paint job after his recent mishap on another planet ,, and he keeps thinking back on it to this day ,, wondering why he said shoelace ,, like he even knows what a shoelace is 🙄

• ultra magnus would be so done with you two ,, because roddy would decide to start flirting with you during the meeting and despite you not returning any remarks or even acknowledging you even heard him ,, the mech continues

• even after megs passive aggressively told him to “ stop with the nonsense “ he only continued ,, only 10x worse this time

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #megatron x reader #rodimus prime x reader #rodimus x reader #trailcutter x reader #trailbreaker x reader #swerve x reader #🎇.megatron #🎇.trailcutter #🎇.trailbreaker #🎇.rodimus #🎇.swerve #🎇.mtmte #swerve #rodimus prime #rodimus #megatron #mtmte x reader

[remediesremedy]

❤️ anon. A qsmp related ask I keep thinking about the school quackity made and how it wasn't often used so how about

Qsmp! Reader becoming a teacher with quackity (not knowing quackity true intention) but often doing fun activity and maybe even a defense lesson when the island is getting dangerous.

I just wanted a bit more school shenanigans, but I did love Biden trolling quackity.

welcome on in ❤️ anon, im so glad you’ve travelled and found my silly little tumblr.

QSMP! teacher

-being the second teacher of the school wasn’t hard work, they were all angels, to you anyway. your shared classes with quackity were full of suppressed laughs as chayanne had a strong dislike for your teaching partner, throwing pencils at him when he was writing on the board, or out right hitting him. you didn’t know the full extent as to why Chayanne did that, but you knew he had good reasoning, his grudges were to be held seriously, as you knew one of his fathers, Phil, was a man true to his word and grudges.

-you taught the kids painting, and creative writing, you sang to them and read to them, encouraging them to read any genre they wanted. the amount of fantasy books revolving around dragons that you had were now entirely gone, the eggs were curious after all, with no dragon mother around anymore, no one had any idea what sort of dragon they would become.

-along with the creativities, you taught them self défense and how to hold their own, you knew quackity was almost entirely useless in combat. it was pretty obvious from the fact chayanne could ruffle his feathers.

it started off small, teaching the kids strategies on how to get away, how to disarm. but after a while, the eggs became hungry, hungry to fight. they were all unanimously sick of being defended by their parents, they wanted to fight beside them, without being a liability. you were hesitant, but as best and less dangerous as you could, you taught them. you taught the kids how to knock entities out, how to break bones with clean slices, how to stun someone, and in some instances, in only emergencies. how to do a quick and clean, and mostly humane kill.

Tallulah had been lying to her father, about what she was doing at school, she knew he didn’t want her to fight, but she had to, for herself. and as much as Chayanne was strong and skilled, Tullulah didn’t want to be defenceless, always waiting for a knight in shining armour, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Dapper loved learning to fight, it was more material to mess around with his uncle foolish, to get on his nerves and escape, or to taunt his uncle because Dapper’s new tricks were too advanced for him. You remember spotting Bad peeking in on your lessons a few times, studying dapper, most likely seeing if you were teaching him right. Bad would have your head if your fighting and self defence classes were void and null.

you often caught Leo on her communicator, talking to their father’s. you saw glimpses of messages from foolish varying from, “kick dappers ass” or “you’re the best fighter outta all of em”. And messages from vegetta were always so sweet, “you are so good hija! tu son muy bien :D”. it warmed your heart to see, but you always had to remind the kid that the more she got distracted, the less she learnt.

whenever quackity did bravely step into one of your lessons, some had beelined to him to show him what you taught them. despite your objections, The other teacher was floored in seconds, with eggs triumphantly standing on his. “c’mon guys.” you grinned, gaining their attention once again, “you’re really wasting your awesome skills on someone who’s strength is equivalent to a worm?” you laughed.

Quackity had pulled you aside after class to ask for lessons, turns out, being called a worm had given him motivation to not be useless in a fight.

#imagines #fluff #qsmpblr #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp wilbur #qsmp quackity #qsmp foolish #qsmp #mcyt #mcyts #mcyt x y/n #platonic #x reader #teacher au

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 8

HIIII, I did have some troubles with the story but I'm here now!

MASTERLIST (parts 1 - 7)

8. The Interview

*gif not mine*

You wake up sweaty and crying. 

A murderer, you are a murderer, you are a killer, you are a monster. 

«Haymitch!» You scream, panic in your voice. He comes close and hugs you tight, allowing you to kiss him through the tears. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t cuddle you like you are a kid, but he stays there.

«I’m sorry I woke you up.» You whisper, when you are calmed down a bit. Gosh he had the roughest night and he has to console you.

«Nonsense.» He replies, but you know he is tired, his eyes are baggy and puffed and his hands are trembling. 

«You were having a rough night and I…» He stops you with a kiss. 

«And you cleaned up my mess and stayed with me. Stop. This. Nonsense.» 

You shut up and kiss him again. You feel guilty because you get to kiss this amazing guy and that man is dead, but most of all you feel guilty because you don’t. You tighten his embrace and pepper kisses on his face. It’s weird how different he can be at night. 

You are not feeling guilty because the man you killed was a violent rapist. One less in the world. You murdered him and now he won’t assault other victors. And you were protecting the people you loved. You were protecting them. You repeat that to yourself like a mantra.  

«Are you feeling better?» You ask him with a concerned look on your face.

«Yes, sweetheart, I feel better. Sleep, we have a rough day ahead of us.» 

You would really want him to know you understand. You may not get completely what he experienced, but you get what an addiction is. He is severely traumatised. 

You are in love with him. You may be dead in two days and you are in love with someone for the first time, and you know Holly wouldn’t be pleased - a grumpy man fifteen years older than you. But if a miracle happens and you win the games (the only chances are whatever happened to Annie Cresta, maybe), you are sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him.

He doesn’t get to say a word about it.

Today is the day of the interview. Today is the last day you have to pretend to be a perfect princess to survive. 

You just decided.

The preparation team comes in the morning, so you make sure you are in your room and not Haymitch’s and you wait for them to arrive. Everybody is still sleeping, Katniss and Peeta included. 

«Girl, hi! You were so good, a TEN? We may have a winner this year!» You hear Portia’s voice and go to hug her. You don’t think Twelve will have a winner this year, you are probably dead already and you can’t even mention Clark winning it, but what could you say? “No, I’m gonna die”? No, you have to play pretend. 

«I’ve thought of something pretty special for you.» She can’t contain the excitement from her face. 

«I’m in your hands.» You assure her. 

The next two hours are fully dedicated to preparation and when you get to look yourself in the mirror you remember how happy you were the first time someone made you this cute. Sure, you hate the Capitol, but you can’t help it, you love fashion, dresses and make up. Just not as much as you love, you know, staying alive.

Your raven hair is silky smooth, your eyes are painted with silver glitter but the dress is what is really stunning. Blue and silver, with diamonds on the shoulders and the neckline, long lace sleeves and a massive gown. You look like an ancient goddess of nature, not a twenty-four year old tribute.

«You are a princess!» Portia is behind you, looking at her masterpiece. You don’t know who the interview will be, but there is no doubt the dress will be remembered.

«You think so?»

«Are you ready? We have to go or Effie will blame it on…» Haymitch appears in the room but soon his words fade. «Me.»  

«Do I look good?» 

He just nods until you are in the elevator, for Portia’s sake probably. Still, you are selfish and you really would want him just to scoop you up and kiss you in front of everybody. This is impossible, you know that. 

«Do I look good?» You repeat, even if your friends at home would say against it. This is not a great technique, being utterly in love - in lust - with someone who can clearly notice it. You should play hard to get, maybe? But then again most of the people don’t die in two days, so you feel no shame in saying that you really like him. 

«If only this elevator wasn’t transparent.» He winks at you and then, probably after a few words in his mind, he places a hand on your back.

«What would you do, mentor?» You grin, you can’t help it but flirt with him, especially on something that you like so much like the dresses.

«Teach you a few things, sweetheart.» 

«Don’t call me sweetheart if you don’t want to kiss me!» 

He stops you before you could go for a cuddle, because he knows you too much. «After, in the penthouse. I will be in the audience and Effie and Portia will be with you on the sofa.»

You bright up at the mention of your escort. «Do you think Effie will like the dress?»

«You are gorgeous, it’s impossible not to love it.» He says, clearly annoyed. 

«Good. But to be fair she is gorgeous-gorgeous, like naturally a goddess so I don’t think it counts.» 

He rolls his eyes. «I don’t even want to know if I need to be jealous.» 

«You should just keep an eye on us.» You joke. 

Turns out you are not that ready for an interview.

«That I don’t mind.» He kisses you on the cheek, and in a moment you are ready for the interview.  

You are a little ashamed of yourself for being scared. You love people, you love talking, and you actually like being Panem Sweetheart when they don’t talk about puking to eat more or bullshit like that. You wanted to be a teacher, you are not exactly an introvert. 

Then why are you so nervous? 

You want Effie or Portia, they would bring you up. In situations like these you always want your friends. 

You really, really tried not to think about your friends at home, because if you think about them you wonder if they watch you, if they have food for the month, how are the kids at school and the one you babysit. You miss Madge, the major’s daughter. She is a little younger than you, Katniss’s age, but you two bonded while you cleaned the major’s house. 

Now is not the time to think about it, Daisy.

«So, District 12. Do you miss home?» Caesar asks. This year he has a purple wig, less beautiful than last year’s one. He is in front of you and he still manages to look like he's on television. No wrinkles, no flaws, very Capitol. It’s kinda scary.

«Of course I miss home, I miss the children. I wanted to be a teacher, and I’m a babysitter. I was.» You correct yourself with a bright smile. «But I discovered I like dresses and fashion.»

«Really? Not many tributes say thay!» Yeah, maybe because we are dragged here to slaughter each other. 

«Oh well, Caesar, I have to say that Capitol City surprised me, but the people are very nice!» Liar liar. The only nice people in the Capitol are Effie and Portia, and from what you saw, Cinna. But of course you can’t tell that to Caesar Flickerman, Panem's most beloved showman. «And thanks to my escort, Effie Trinket, I now know what it feels to be pretty.»

If President Snow got to threaten Effie because of you he is aware you love her so much, so for what it’s worth you want her to have the recognition she deserves.

«You seem very fond of your escort.»

«Yeah, I mean, Effie is a genius, and so is my mentor, Haymitch Abernathy. I wouldn’t have been able to have a ten without them, I have a chance thanks to them. And to Portia, who designed this beautiful dress!» You really want Effie to be happy, but you feel like you have to mention your entire team. You can see Haymitch in the audience, nodding at you. 

«Oh, and this beautiful dress is for someone in particular? Like a suitor?» 

«Not exactly. No, mom, I don't have a boyfriend!» You look directly at the camera, and you hear that the people in the audience are laughing. Good. «But I do like someone.»

«A boy from your district?» Caesar leans towards you, like you are gossiping in the market. You play along. 

«A man from my district. The most awesome and handsome and intelligent man I know.» 

«So you have to win for him.» He takes your hand. As much as you despise Capitol City, you don’t think Caesar Flickerman is a bad person. He is really trying to make you look good, maybe he is like Effie, simply livin’ in luxury, not aware of what happens in the districts. 

«I will win for me. But yeah, I think he will be a good bonus!»

You are quickly dismissed with a lot of claps. It went well. 

You want to go to the penthouse, but Clark is there and truth to be told you don’t even want to listen to him, your interview went well and you just want to go back to relax for the last time, but of course your mentor and escort are not only yours, so you have to wait on the sofa with Effie and Portia.

«You are a talent, girl! When you will be out of the arena I will make you a star!» Effie is not delusional, so she must be a real hopeful woman to say when and not if. Or maybe she really loves you. You hug her tight, just in case, and she gives you a kiss on the cheek like Haymitch did before.

«If I win for a miracle I want to become a dressmaker.» You decide. Not a fancy one, just for the district. You like clothes too much. 

«I expect nothing less, darling girl.»

«Will you be my first model?» 

«I will be honoured.» 

She smiles at you. You made the right decision earlier, you couldn't risk her. Not Effie.

«Let’s watch Clark, then you have to tell me about this man of yours.» 

You roll your eyes - everybody knows you and the other tribute don’t get along, there’s no point in deny it - but stay there to be with them.

«So, Clark, tell us about you. You are from District 12.» Caesar tries really hard to make the guy shine, but all the answers Clarke gives him are dry, laconic and terse. You know he doesn’t want to be there, not shit, you are not really fond of interviews on your last day on earth either, but sponsors could be watching. Doesn’t he want food, supplies and medicines too?

You don’t listen to what he says until he tells Caesar something which catches your attention.

«I don’t think I will win, if I have to be honest.» Liar. He is arrogant and you can see it in his eyes, maybe that’s the strategy he decided with Haymitch. To be… you don’t know what’s the word, pathetic?

«Oh c’mon don’t say that! You are strong, you have a fit body, don’t be humble!» 

You know before he could open his mouth that he has an asset. It’s written all over his bloody disgusting face. 

«Well, it would be easier if my fellow tribute didn’t sleep with our mentor. Really helps with the sponsors.» 

Fuck. You are gonna kill him.

#haymitch x fem!reader #haymitch abernathy x you #fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch imagine #haymitch x reader #the hunger games #bad feeling #woody harrelson #oc fanfiction #haymitch abernathy x oc #haymitch abernathy x fem!oc #thg haymitch #thg series #thg x reader #thgedit #hunger games #catching fire

[artinandwritin]

I dont think i ever mentioned it but ever since i started applying to art colleges I've been keeping up an art wall and since i just added some new illustrations to it, i thought it would be fun to explain some things on my wall and revisit some of my old favourites!

Going from left to right, we start with some more recent illustrations (featuring, ofc, gussiri, Niv, and a recent illustration of Cato from @otwdfanfic 's fic that i liked sm i just had to print and put up somewhere). Next to Cato, I put a gift i got from my dear friend @lt-catbolt of our bois Niv and Melatron and i cant remember if this was for my birthday or for fun, all i know is that i nearly cried when she gave it to me (go follow her now btw she's awesome and shes gonna become one of the most expressive storytellers of our generation i just know it)

Underneath Cato and Niv/Mel, we've got a huge pencil drawing I did 2 years ago to get accepted into an art college. It took me so. So long. I even begged my teachers from high school to let me follow classes online so i could continue working (they said yes lmao) and my mom even had to help. Worse, it wasnt the only assignment that particular art school had given me, no, they had given me a total of 6 assignments I had to complete. They all took a lot of time and didnt all turn out great haha. I didnt get accepted into that school (it was a fine arts study so im pretty sure i wouldnt have been happy there anyways) but that just makes me all the more happy i did get accepted into the one im currently attending

Anyway ive been too lazy to take it down so now itll be there until i find the willpower to take it down

The butterfly above it is a painting i did towards autumn of 2021 for my portfolio. I'm not the best painter (decent enough but its just not for me) but im still really happy with how this turned out. It was pretty fun!

Underneath that is an inkt print made from a stencil once again featuring Cato (i have. No idea why hes on my wall twice lmao i guess hes just a great muse). People who have been with me for long enough probably still remember this cuz i was superproud of how it turned out and plastered it all over my account (and my house. My mom wanted a copy as well)

Underneath the inkt print is a poster i got while visiting the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe stage play when I was in London in autumn of 2022 (take me back London take me back take me back). The play was absolutely stunning and the way everything was staged left me (as a life long narnia enthusiast) ecstatic and super excited. One of the best plays ive ever seen even if i had one of the worst seats in the theatre <3

Next to the poster is another little gussiri drawing i printed lmao. The little goobers show up so much

Above the poster is more of gussiri!! And above that is another painting i made, this time of some mushrooms. I made this during a party i threw for my 18th birthday, we all did some painting together and i remember my lovely lovely friend @allilcat painting with watercolours so well. That memory is just etched into my brain <333

Above that is a painting i made of the night sky! I used it for my portfolio and it was really cool to paint since i, not knowing basic painting techniques, could only really throw my own imagination into it which gave a really cool result. Still really love it!

Lastly, we've got a Siri illustration made by a classmate of mine for a secret santa we did last christmas! I was so happy with it and ofc it deserved a really good spot on my wall <333

Thats been a bit about my wall, if youve made it this far thanks for listening to me rambling <333

#artinandwritin's art

[mothrite]

Wandering gaze

SUMMERY: Adrian has always been a bit salty but it feels like with you he intentionally tries not to say anything nice. You finally confront him.

WARNINGS: fluff, reader is plant coven head because Terra got fired (I hate her sm.), afab+Enby reader, trans Adrian!!

A/N: I hate how this came out help 😿

“And now, y/n l/n as the next head of the plant coven!”

You swiftly removed your hood, staring into the camera with the same bright smile you had as the moment you received the news.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity! Im thrilled to be working with such high powered witches, it’s truly an honor.”

You sighed, your smile softening as the camera turned off and you turned to look at all your fellow coven heads. Most started to file out but a few remained, including the heads of the bard and abomination covens and the head of the Illusionist coven as well. You made your way over to the illusionist as the other two were indulged in their own conversation.

“It’s a pleasure to be working with you Mr…?” You trailed off, hoping for him to complete the sentence as you hadn’t been informed of his name. He looked you up and down before rolling his eyes and setting his hands at his hips.

“Graye. It’s Adrian Graye Vernworth.” Before you could respond he had already started walking away. With a confused expression you stepped over to the other two coven heads who were finishing up their conversation. The one with glasses and mint hair smiled and reached out their hand to greet you.

“Glad to have you on the team! Im Raine, and this is Darius” After introducing yourself the three of you made small talk, eventually these two would grow to become your best friends.

A few months had passed and over the time Adrian continued to be sour towards you. He distanced himself, ignoring you. It angered you. Infuriated you. Everyone else was kind and open with you while he was somewhat hostile.

You had enough. The Emperor had to leave, causing the meeting to be cut short. Everyone was gone and just as Adrian was leaving you gently grasped his arm. “Wait!”

He looked at you, his face twisting in confusion. You let go of his arm as he turned around to look at you. His foot tapped against the ground, trying to get out of the too small room as fast as possible.

“What do you want.”

“Why do you hate me.” You bluntly let out the truth. You noticed as his eyes widened slightly and his mouth clicked shut.

“Excuse me?” He said, a nervous smile painting his face as he let out soft giggle of anxiousness.

You repeated the question. “Why do you hate me.”

His smile dropped and he stood there, the gears in his head churning as he figures out the right words to say.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you always avoiding me? Why do you go out of your way to cut our conversations short?”

He put a hand to your shoulder and smiled as a soft pink dusted his cheeks.

“Because you dazzle me. You make me so nervous I get scared I’ll mess up and a make a fool of myself.”

You stood there, stunned. He quickly covered his mouth with one of his hands and paced away. You stood there for a good few minutes with your thoughts before leaving. So he doesn’t hate you. He thinks you’re amazing. You sat in your room, thinking about what he said.

“Dazzle.”

“I Dazzle him.”

You laid down, looking out the window at the extensive pit of spikes. You thought about him. His face. The way his tail starts to swing back and forth when he gets excited or happy. How he always has a bit of fur on the back of his neck. The cute little pride flags he keeps in his office. Everything about him.

“I think he dazzles me too.”

#the owl house x reader #the owl house #the owl house fanfiction #adrian graye #adrian graye vernworth #adrian graye x reader #help he loves you sm #he can’t stop pining it’s killing him

[hexados-on-a-string]

none of my friends will let me talk abt my favourite artists so im making this tumblr post so i can talk abt how cool these artists are before i explode

FIRSTLY HIDARI

i love hidari's art it manages to be colourful and soft at the same time. look at how he paints hair. beautiful. gorgeous. stunning. it's so flowy and pretty god i wish i could do that. the colours are warm EVEN with characters with colder colour schemes. its so beautiful i love it.

NEXT YUSUKE KOZAKI

i cant really think of one thing to comment on i adore the lineart and the amount of details. i LOVE the shading especially on his no more heroes art. id have added more nmh rather than just bad girl but like. uhhh. lets just say no more heroes is a game you shouldn't play in front of ur parents. there is a guy who shoots lasers out of his crotch and has machine gun nipples. im not joking. just know the soundtrack fucks and yusuke kozaki's art is really cool.

FINALLY MIKA PIKAZO

ohhhh my god OHHHHH MY GOD HER ART. i fucking adore it. i love how chaotic and messy and bold and colourful and BEAUTIFUL it all is. her use of colour is STUNNING. i especially love how she draws eyes. i love her use of halftones it really makes things pop. her compositions are brilliant. i have never been so envious. i really wanna start using bolder colours in my own art and it is all thanks to her. her art is just so striking. i am insane over her art i want to eat it. god. GOD. god. tell me this isn't the coolest shit ever. u cant. youd be lying. god BLESS.

anyways thank u for coming to my ted talk i am so normal

#i dont even have tags no thoughts head empty only mika pikazo #yes all these artists have worked on fire emblem games and thank god they did #there's a lot of other artists i love obvsies but i just wanted to get my top 3 out of my system #no more heroes is the wildest fucking game in existence btw its like what u would come up with if u took every drug at once #hack and slash games are just kinda like that tho. look at bayonetta and devil may cry. #okay im done byeeeeee

[bulkhummus]

omg u watched the thing!! whatre ur thoughts? 👀 I love that movie <333

its one of my favorite movies!

the names! the character designs! every person feels like they were told One Thing about their character and to base their whole demeanor and personhood around it while acting and thats my favorite kind of directors note

the establishing shots of the base, the moments of stillness and quietness that u absolutely have in the arctic and the snow and in the middle of no where, only to be punctuated by something like that droning awful scream?

The pacing and revealing of info? So well done — which i think a lot of horror movies get wrong.

the ending? brilliant and ambiguous and love the idea that no matter who the monster is and who the person is, they’re both exhausted and sitting down with each other after like a weeklong game of cat and mouse

the special effects make up and animatronics/puppets? gooey and visceral and incredible and literally nothing like it !!!!!!!!! the dogs playing out what is abt to happen to the humans. The fingers sinking into the flesh!!!!!

the hand painted background of the space ship? absolutely stunning

the shot of the fist holding the scalpel? they just dont do it like that anymore

The dog walking with its tail down?????

kurt russel deranged and over grown? baby you know it

im not joking its one of my favorite movies

#i watch it once a year in october #i adore it #ask tag #the thing

[fallouttboy]

hi my english major is having a field day rn at 2:20 in the morning so i will do what i do best and write about it and hopefully it makes sense

sometimes i think about how i went to london as a graduation present for getting my ba in english and then i think about how for 5 days i was walking the same soil as poets and artists and musicians walked all those years ago. the same cobblestone walkways that were walked upon by shelley. the same lakes at which writers pondered their mere existence at, longing for the current to take away their pain so they can begrudgingly release a happier serial this month instead of the bleak and dreary that their audience so loves (but would their audience love them at their happy or is their misery the key to success?).

i cried when i woke up on the plane and saw english pastures, blocked out like a quilt of green and yellow, crops in the off season but still taking up their space. i breathed in the cool november air at the airport and realized that this truly was just where i was meant to be.

i find home to be a tricky word to define. when i was fourteen i described it “not as your physical space-though that can be true too- but wherever you feel like you belong”. at the time, i knew the feeling but did not have the words to articulate yet. i still don’t fully believe that i do, though now i certainly have more of a grasp on the concept of home. fourteen year old me was correct, though i am now abridging the concept: home is where your soul becomes one with your body. some people may have one home, others have many, and im thankfully one who has a couple that i am aware of.

for me, it was walking around alone in london, and even deeper so as i was walking in salisbury and at stonehenge. i took a moment in the courtyard of the majestic Salisbury Cathedral (post tour of the site and post adjacent market wandering) and admired her. i had never seen a proper gothic cathedral before, from actual gothic times. i had never seen anything older than, oh, jamestown in virginia? to see something of such grandeur and age in person stunned me to silence. i was shocked. i was in awe. i was almost frightened by the rate at which my emotions and heart were pounding in unison. as the clouds rolled in for yet another rainy night, i understood in that moment the purpose that i had been considering for years: life, as an experience, is not meant to be viewed from the same window. you are meant to see the world, meant to experience exactly what i have been saying in this post.

being a human extends so far beyond the realm at which we typically function at (generalizing!). it is not just you. it is you, your ancestors, their ancestors. it is the poetry that rings bells in your mind. it is music that was written 500 years ago and yet you have never heard a truer piece of art. it is the cave paintings that bring a tear to your eye because they were made by humans.

and one thing that is sometimes difficult to conceptualize is the fact that artists are human. just like you and me. the people who created the cave pieces are human. they were depicting their lives: the local wildlife, who they lived with, how and what they ate. it was them telling a story of themselves. all of the great writers, and all of the not great writers, were all humans and they all depicted emotions that are, more times than not, just impossible to put words to in ways that are better than theirs. all of the greek scholars that came up with math concepts and the cartographers from new zealand that created maps of the ocean thousands of years ago-all of them were human. they are just as much a part of us as the dirt is of the earth.

art is the key. art has always been and will always be the whole fucking point. humans will, as long as we can, create art (in whatever medium) to express our lives. we want to express ourselves. we want to be seen. we want to be known.

#mine #w #i am! in the brain #long post

[devilbrew-69]

All this drama surrounding Helena Taylor has been a hot mess since day one. She started off bitching about how she "only" $4000 doing a job that probably took her a week at most to do. She had the audacity to act like some low income worker when that's more money than what a lot of people make in about two months. Most people would be grateful to earn anywhere near that amount of money in just a week. She came across as a spoiled brat who doesn't know the worth of dollar.

She then proceeded to urge fans to boycott the game and tell Jennifer Hale she had no right to play the role of Bayonetta. Who made Taylor the casting director? She completely overstepped her boundaries by throwing shade at another actor and wanting a game to financially suffer just cause she didn't get her way. I guess the hard work the programmers, animators, writers and other voice actors put in the game doesn't matter to her.

To top it all off, it turned out she's a lying narcissist. She was actually offered $15,000 while she wanted to make SIX FIGURES! Bitch where!? $4000 is already a hefty sum of money let alone $15,000, which was EXTREMELY generous of the dev team. There's no way in hell she needs six figures. Does she think she's some Hollywood celebrity? Does she want to be paid just to breathe? Be humble. Its so annoying how quick the Internet was to paint this entitled woman in a working class narrative.

She's obviously not strapped for cash if Bayonetta had been her only voice role for the past few years. She has no passion for the industry and she only wanted Bayonetta as a paycheck. Brats like her need to find a new job cause this industry ain't working out for her.

It's nice that her stupidass boycott attempt has led to a huge increase in preorders and im sure Jennifer will do a stunning performance. Helena made a complete fool.of herself and doesn't even have a paycheck to show for it.

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