#might as well share it with the masses since i worked so hard on it

[sorikkung]

so if i did nsfw art of hongjoong. hypothetically. would anyone be interested in seeing it,

#i may or may not have dabbled in realism for my besties birthday and drawn her. hongjoong cock <3 #with lynx ears bc hes from one of our dm aus #might as well share it with the masses since i worked so hard on it #it was my first time trying hyperrealism/realism(?) and also my first time drawing cock. so it was definitely. An Experience but it was fun #def wanna try drawing more stuff like this idk if i should put it here or on a sideblog #but tbh considering i post my fics on main along w the 49835 gifsets and memes i like #might as well post my art on main too #no sideblog we die like men #(says man w 493859834 sideblogs) #lmk if any of you wanna follow my non kpop sideblog #non fandom posts i just reblog to main so my non kpop blog is literally just. any other fandom i like that i dont have a sideblog for #no organisation no tags no nothing we die like men #HKJSDFJGSKJDFGJKSDJFKG #might end up making a twt for art in which ill prolly promote my fics on there too see if i can snag any new readers #will prooobably be under the same handle as this but unsure #might make a new one just for funsies #anyway #mischiefing time

[set-wingedwarrior]

Why you should watch RWBY legally

Before I even begin, I want to clarify that it's not my intent to start a fight, guilt-trip, nor force anyone to do anything they don't wanna do. I am merely here to state the facts, as far as I know, and share with you all the reasonings that brought me to my decision. The goal here is to give you all the pieces of information for you to make yours as well.

That said, let's begin.

RT has been awful, employees deserve better, you're angry on their behalf, and I get that because I am too. But I still want and will support the RWBY through Crunchyroll, and here's why:

Pirating is going to hurt CRWBY much more than it will hurt RT. That's the simple truth, in this cases it's always the bottom line that gets the worst of it, so if your goal is to help the employees pirating this isn't the way to go.

Strictly tied to the first one, if a boycott was needed and useful, then they would have told us so. We're not there, we don't know specifically how this stuff works, so deciding to go on a mass protest in their behalf withouth their consent would probably just backfire and put them in even worse conditions. If they'll ever ask that out of us, I will, but for now that's not the case.

All CRWBY, former or not, has been nothing but excited to share their work with us. They want the show to succeed, to keep going and grow, and they're working so hard to achieve that; it just doesn't feel fair to deny them because of someone else's bad actions.

Crunchyroll is the best half-way if you want to support the show without supporting directly RT. Even if I don’t know how the deal works, I’m pretty sure that considering CR doesn’t care about anything else RT might have to offer, any money sent to them would be specifically for the show to continue (and possibly improve)

CRWBY litterally asked us to support them. We can see that on Geoff Yetter's post,

on A.G. Nonsuch's tweet that Kerry liked (and that even if he didn't I would still trust, because since she did work with RT and met CRWBY, I'm pretty sure she knows better than us)

and Arryn's (animator) explicit answer when someone litterally asked how to support RWBY withouth supporting RT (also, if you check their twitter page you'll find multiple likes and retweets or posts sharing the same sentiment)

Again, this isn't to force anyone to do anything they don't want to. I just want you to have all the information, think about what you goal is and act accordingly. Sadly, we can either support CRWBY or hurt RT, with Crunchyroll being the closest thing to get both.

Now, I know that a lot of people might want to support but can’t afford Crunchyroll (or simply don't see it worth it because they don’t watch any other anime). That’s completely fair and understandable but, if you want, I might have a couple of solutions to offer:

Share the account with someone else. It will cut costs, and for just a couple of months it should be bearable.

See if you know someone who already has one and is willing to let you temporarely use it.

Wait until all episodes are released and then make an account; CR offers a 14 days free trial for their premium subscription, and you could use it to binge the volume and still give it views (you don’t have to abstain yourself from watching the episodes as they air, you just need to give CR these views in the end, and if you don’t want to rewatch you could just let them autoplay).

In case someone is wondering, CRUNCHYROLL DOESN’T COUNT THE VIEWS BASED ON THE ACCOUNTS ALONE.

What I mean is that they count rewatches as views of their own, so if you share an account with multiple people and you’re all watching the show, all the views from each of them will be counted, and it will still support it (if you’re wondering how I know, I maild their Support and asked them directly).

That’s all about Crunchyroll. Technically, no one stops you from waiting a year and watch it on RT's platform; they'll be accessible with FIRST accounts only at first, then become free with ads later as usual. I doubt any of you would want to do that, but a lot of people seemed not to get that it won't stay behind a paywall forever so I thought it was worth sharing. I did say I wanted you to have all of the information after all.

And that’d be all, I guess. As I mentioned, this isn’t meant to guilt trip anyone: everyone is entitled to their feelings and what they feel is right. You do you. But as for me, I’d rather accidentally benefit some assholes in the process of helping someone who deserve it than having innocents get hurt because of the actions of some assholes higher ups.

RWBY is a unique show that deserves to live, and CRWBY (and I mean all the people, past and new) has been working so hard, for so long, to get to tell their story and make their dream come true. I don't want all of their work and struggle to be in vain as much as I don't want to lose my favorite show. So, I will listen to them and help them the way they ask me to. That's my goal.

Find what your goal is, and act accordingly.

#rwby #rwby volume 9 #crwby #Rwby9 #crunchyroll #If you love rwby and care for crwby please #Support them

[princessozera]

so, random thought, there's a good chance the demon bros inadvertently harmed mc in some capacity just because human and demon limits are so vastly different, and the main human any have had contact with is Solomon, whose humanity is somewhat debatable. mc might act like they're invincible, but they are human in the end, and human durability is largely that we can keep going after almost any injury, not that we don't get injured

like Lucifer strings them up as he would his brothers, forgetting (assume he's really tired or stressed or whatever) that doing so puts a lot of pressure on the body and can cause actual damage instead of just being annoying like it is to his brothers. depending on how exactly he ties them up it'd change the effects but it's never gonna be great for them

Mammon running away from shenanigans with them and he tugs on their hand a bit too hard and fast to get them safely around a corner and dislocates their shoulder in the process because force = mass x speed and Mammon is a speedy boy. or he's running from Lucifer and slams into them at top speed, and if they can't protect their head from the wall/floor you know Mams is freaking out because mc is all out of it and there's so much blood and he doesn't care how Lucifer punishes him as long as he makes sure mc is alright

otaku Levi with his nonexistent sleep schedule doesn't realise just how badly sleep deprivation affects humans. paranoia, weakened immune system, depersonalisation, all the way to sleep deprivation psychosis. you go 96 hours or 4 days without sleep and lemme tell you, you ain't properly attached to reality anymore. been there, done that, would not recommend. there were bugs crawling all over my arms and legs and shadow people whispering. fucking sucked, and I was constantly shaking so I kept dropping stuff

if anyone knows about human durability, at least in theory, it's Satan, but the avatar of wrath can be emotionally charged. he really didn't mean to hurt them, but he was trying so hard not to lose it that day and as he led mc out of his room so they wouldn't be caught in the inevitable explosion, his deadly sharp claws nicked their skin. the wounds were mostly superficial— hurt like a bitch but no major arteries were damaged— but there was quite a lot of blood and Satan felt sick in a way he never had before. humans scar easily, a useful trait to close open wounds quickly, but Satan hates that he was the cause of those raised lines

Asmo is probably best at remembering since he hangs out with Solomon and has had human lovers before, but he is mostly around Solomon who cannot die. so he doesn't always remember what is and isn't toxic for humans, especially since a lot of poisons are used in medicines at lower doses and a lot of things we need to live are poisonous if we consume enough. it'd only take one slip up to put mc in hospital, and of course they don't blame him but he begs Satan to teach him as much as he can so it never happens again

you know Beel would try his best to remember, and he'd feel horribly guilty if he ever hurt mc, but he's big and strong even by demon standards and can eat anything that isn't Solomon's cooking. there's a few ways this one could go— sharing food with them that's toxic to humans, hugging them a bit too hard, mc giving him their food and going hungry, they work out together and they get hurt... take your pick

and Belphie knows all too well how fragile mc is, so he's very careful with his demonic strength around them. he already killed them once with barely any effort. but one day he wakes up from napping with mc to find he held them too hard and they're bruising. maybe his arm curled around their neck as it bloomed black and blue once again. Belphie doesn't nap with them for a while after that

! ANON! 💕💕💕💕

I don't know how you sniped me from across the highway but whump/injuries are exactly my cup of obsession and I've thought about this forever- i just never really had enough to make a full post. I LOVE your ideas and I hope you dont mind me bouncing some of my own off them;

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Lucifer and his funny little habit of hanging his brothers 💕 Say he takes pity on MC, makes sure they're right side up, nothing around the neck and only tied beneath the arms and around the legs. Plans to take them down in 5 minutes, really it was meant to be the pet equivalent of air jail. But a call here, difficulties there and 5 minutes turn to 10 and then it slips to 15. It's so little time, absolutely nothing compared to the nights he's left Mammon up over the banister.

So why are there screams in the hall? Why are Asmo, Mammon and Levi on the phone with Solomon, Barbatos, and Simeon respectively? He doesn't understand why they don't immediatley drop MC down, only catching the tail end of Solomon explaing something called "suspension trauma" to Asmo. When they do get MC down, even from a distance he can see the color is almost completely gone from their face, while their legs are a few shades darker. He watches Satan mouth out the count for MC's pulse, quick and staggering. When MC wakes, they can't seem to take a proper breath- gasping, clutching their chest, tearing up and confused. There isn't much more any of them can do, other than stand back and hand MC over to Barbatos and Solomon.

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In a movie, it would be considered slapstick comedy, the way that Mammon skid around a corner full speed, carpet pulling under his feet , hip checking the wall as he ran away from Lucifer. In a movie it would be hilarious they way him and MC crashed, sending them literally flying back, head bouncing off the wall, swirls in their eyes and stars dancing around their head. In a movie they would only need to shake it off and get up to yell at him, with Lucifer standing back and watching in smug satisfaction.

But there wasn't anything funny about this, MC slumped in his arms, blood turning his tshirt into a darker shade of black, making it tacky and stick onto his skin. They're awake, sort of? But their pupils aren't the same size, and the speech is slurred. There's a truce as Lucifer heals MC, and they get them to a proper doctor.

Mammon gets better at ducking and weaving around MC, it even helps him evade Lucifer better. But MC doesn't escape the dislocated shoulders, and unwanted popping of their knuckles when Mammon holds their hand too hard. Neither had known that after the first dislocation, its a lot easier to dislocate your should again. It's never intentional, but it always hurts- MC tries to breathe through it if there is an urgency, but Mammon catches the way they pointedly look away, trying to blink the tears away, and knows that he's- once again- failed to keep MC out of harm.

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Levi being MC's energy drink dealer. He doesnt know why they dont but their own, but he has plenty so he ultimately doesnt mind sharing. They're not attached at the hip so he doesnt see how little sleep MC is getting, a single can carrying them through 2 whole days. They know its time to 1-up again when their heart stops sounding like helicopter blades.

He finds them on the floor of their room, rubbing their arms raw with the hard bristle brush Asmo uses to buff his horns, babbling incoherently to themselves.

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With Satan the physical is NEVER intentional, as much as he used to rage in the early days of the fall, the thought of hurting MC didn't sit well with him. But tiny nicks are so easy to cause when even his regular nails are sharper than a humans'. If MC can keep their reactions subtle, it wont be until Satan is laying in their lap that he notices the "freckles" on their arms don't quite lay flat.

When you're used to fast reflexes, you don't think twice about slamming a door in someone's face. Someone (MC) who was too close and now has a broken, bloody nose. Now whenever the snore in their sleep, or their nose whistles when they laugh too hard, Satan remembers opening the door to MC doubled over, blood leaking from between their fingers as they tried to put pressure on the bridge of their nose.

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Dosage and concentration.

Asmo is vaugely familiar with these terms- SPF strength, alcohol proofing, acidity in his skin care. He's had so many spa nights with Solomon that he doesn't think twice about sharing his skin care routine with MC as well. Powders, gels, creams, exfoliants. Some a bit too harsh, MC's skin turns warm and flush, so he thinks their skin is sensitive. He'd ask for help caring for his wings and horns. MC goes in with their bare hands to get a good scrub, attributing the burn to the rough edges and upturned edges of Asmo's horns. It feels like icyhot, so it must be working. When they're done, Asmo tries to take the rest of the cream off their hands to apply to his hands, but they both scream as a visible layer of skin from MC starts peeling off as well. The acid having fulling numbed and killed off most of the senses in MC's hand, had started to deteriorate the skin, and its by some small blessing that MC hadnt already applied it to their face. It takes a panicked called to Solomon to get the feeling back into MC's hands, but it still takes weeks for the skin to grow back on to their hands. The pain of bandages on raw muscle is excruciating, and Asmo sticks to them like glue, fully taking the blame for their condition.

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Beel and Belphie have another trauma to share as twins- nearly killing MC in their sleep! Beel doesnt understand how heavy an unconcious body can be, and being as large as he is, this becomes a problem the first time him and MC share a bed. He falls asleep with an arm draped over them, but exhaustion from practice has him rolling on to them. Even if not entirely covering them, the weight on their chest makes it hard to breathe and MC soon drops nicities and is trying their damnest to get him off or at least wake him up. Its a panicked use of the pacts to call another brother that saves them, and Beel cant sleep for the rest of the night.

Belphie doesn't have as many night terrors these days, but they can still get bad. Usually sleeping with MC can keep these dreams at bay, but on nights that they dont, he wakes up to find MC tossed onto the floor or squeezed between him and the wall. On the worsts of these nights, he woke up to MC screaming, having wrapped a hand and tail so tightly around their arm that it shattered in 2 places.

(Can I also offer a beel and belphie alternative: MC wanting to match Beel's stamina/ gym workout time and getting muscle deterioration. Belphie wanting a sleeping partner so he messes up their sleeping cycles, 10+ hrs asleep, accidentally depriving them of light, water, and food, causing a depressive episode)

#ozera talks back #anon i am proposing #/j #obey me shall we date #long post

[fandom-zoomer]

I think I may have come up with the best worst tma time travel “fix-it” au (imho)

Inspired by Ketakoshka's 'dread spawn' idea in their dread child jon series, Dribbledscribbles' origin story for the dread powers and extinction entity interpretation in their extinction!jon fic (and some more of the latter in their post-eyepocalypse fic too), as well as my own love for making unholy (aka fun) fusions of things and sandboxing eldritch interactions with the 'mundane' . . .

. . . I have created a post-canon, Somewhere Else, time travel ""fix-it"" story that I think might be unique (at least I've never seen any fics like it– but if I'm wrong then please please share the link!! or dm me if it's your own work hehe but no pressure!!)

(mag 160+ spoilers after this point!)

(i'm about to wax poetics here (hopefully coherently)—so you can read the story-ramble OR you can scroll to the TL;DR at the bottom to skip it & spoilers to read the nutshell & see if you're interested :3)

so get this...

The big Change happens right? But this time the Extinction is a bigger player in the game than canon, and ultimately deeply marks Jon throughout the eyepocalypse.

So when the finale happens, since Jon is now connected to the epicenter of the whole show, his 'death' and the panopticon's destruction has the simultaneous effect of baiting the Dread Powers into the Hole (via his voice in the spools of tape)– and also killing everyone trapped by the Dread Powers in the world via Jon the walking detonator thanks to being entrenched in the Extinction's influence. —Combining both his best and worst plans and realizing his worst nightmare: killing everyone and spreading the Powers to an unknown number of worlds to wreak even more havoc.

How did this happen?

Simple—but first some backstory for context.

The Extinction was more of a 'lurker', much less "outgoing" than its 'siblings'. And when it was "grandiose", well. . . it tended to leave no survivors. Thus its unrecognition by those like Robert Smirke or Jürgen Leitner.

To go back even further, the Dread entities were originally one cohesive entity with many faces and limbs. Its faces reflected the same developmental complexity as the sources of their manifestation. So those with the most diverse species feeding them held the widest capacities. Namely: the Hunt, End, and Extinction. But being a singular entity, it didn't mean much.

But as human species' family lines develop and grow more complex cognitive ability, more esoteric Dreads developed, and more faces become more complex. And the Extinction was right there from the beginning as more species died out one by one. Quietly. (...maybe? 👀)

Over time humans discovered the Powers and bonded with them, then started to classify them. From here, the Dread entity fragmented into Dread entities.

They developed their own 'consciousnesses' distinct from the hive 'mind' they once were. And, eventually, sapience. Self-awareness. Desires. Personalities. But they were still connected, part of the 'system'.

The Extinction and the Web (newer, but always sapient) are a quirky pair, the Web seeking control over everything and the Extinction seeking ultimate entropy and change upon its catastrophe.

It's hard to distinguish the Extinction exactly, its work misidentified for others with few under its own unique umbrella. Things 'unique' to it get missed due to being a misnomer and not getting clocked. (But that is the nature of the Dread Powers after all.. being a fragmentation of their original singular mass.)

...

The Extinction represents the fear of disaster that will bring about the end of everything—everything you know, love, need to survive. Everything you built, worked for, hoped for. The destruction of stories and of life, of the very history written by your land—your home.

Your community. Your society. Your species.

You.

Annihilated in totality.

The Extinction represents the fear of those that come after you to replace you—worse than you, different from you. Leaving you and your history and stories (the driver of your continued existence) forgotten forever. The fear of life moving on after you, ignorant and apathetic. Your story meaningless, irrelevant.

Your community's story. Your society's story. Your species' story.

Your story.

Erased and written over.

The Web represents the fear of being controlled, fate being out of your hands—by malevolent authorities out of reach, by abusive companions or relatives, by invisible forces far beyond the human comprehension. Spinning, winding, twisting, pulling each decision in your life made for you. Until destruction of the self by your own hand.

Your struggle for change futile. Your feet following the same path. Your fate determined for you.

You forfeit control—your feet march you to your bitter demise.

The Web represents the fear of being conspired against. Scheming, plotting, planning your downfall. The loss of everything you hold dear, worked for, bled for. Spinning, twisting, scripting lies about you. Your credibility falls to pieces, your world shatters, and your story distorts.

You are kept alive by the spreading of your story. And the people have decided to trust the manufactured tale.

You are forgotten—twisted into an image of something wrong.

...

Sometimes they're at odds. Where one seeks to manipulate the threads of everything endlessly, the other seeks to destroy it all so thoroughly, with such finality, as to mutate it– the schemes, the pawns, the gameboard itself.

Sometimes they're complementary. Where you watch as you lose everyone you cared for one by one, spiraling down a path darker into entropy, the irreversible nightmare, and wondering if you ever really had free will in the first place– if anyone did.

What if the end for you really was just another game to them? What if this wasn't their first round? What if you're just the next step in the grand scheme, larger than even your own universe?

Alright, now with that out of the way, let's bring back the question.

How did the Extinction change Jon, and how did this cause the altered result of the finale?

The Web has been there since the near beginning, pulling Jon along and guiding him to his next milestone in the plot. She had known the world would come to an end one way or another, and wanted to bring it about on her own terms so that she—they all—could escape it.

So when the Web saw what the Eye was doing, she had an idea. So she aided their acolytes, seeing her sibling as the perfect way to bring all of them together for the final step. And the Web set her own card onto the board: Jon.

Jon had a natural disposition for the Eye; from stubborn curiosity to the reckless pursuit for answers to even the coldest cases. Whether he knows it or not, his mind is a gaping maw for horrible knowledge—chasing after experiences disguised as answers to his burning questions so dreadful they leave scars on him like sigils of a looming doom.

While he has no affinity for the Web's machinations, he is still hers. She has no issue with guiding agents from across the court, she knows how to share. Especially when it benefits her. Jon archives each event, every little detail, with such care and readiness that he makes the perfect vessel to pull them in—to guide them out. He'd flourish best as her tool in the Watcher's sphere.

After the Watcher's Crown and the Dread Powers came into the world, the Extinction started to make its presence known. It seeped into other Domains and fed on the people's dread for permanent catastrophic change, on their fear of ruin and total desctruction. And as Jon traversed them and lived through their fear, so was he marked by the Extinction.

It seeped into his skin like oil and burned through his veins like acid. It tainted his trails with the radioactivity of human hubris and greed, twisting and mutating both the mundane and Dreadful as he passed. It closed its grasp on him with the tightness plastic rings and infected his Perceived routes with the stench of mountainous landfill and the thickness of city smog.

The Web and the Extinction had a complex relationship, but in this moment they guided the Archivist in synchronous song like a soldier being led to his final mission: dropping the nuclear bomb.

Did Jon know?

...

No.

The twines of manipulation layer labyrinthine over everything, above and below and through every angle and dimension. Even the Nigh-Omniscient Antichrist and his All-Knowing God will never fathom its depths.

He might never know that he helped start the Extinction's ritual: Raze the Earth.

Or that both the Web and the Eye knew and did nothing. (honestly, the latter's only there for the show)

So when Martin stabbed Jon and Melanie lit the gas mainline, the threads around the world snapped and the glowing light of humanity's greatest sins exploded over everything—

—and they prayed—

—and they wept—

—and the Dreads rushed out torrentially. (pulling a few strays with them)

Now for the part you were all waiting for (well I was)—the Heart of this AU

The Dread Powers and the ones who were dragged with them were transported Somewhere Else– a parallel world in a parallel universe. But they were. . . Changed from their previous/original selves.

The tag-alongs—Martin & Jon of course, but also Annabelle Cane, Oliver Banks, Simon Fairchild, and Arthur Nolan—replaced their parallels at birth, and gained partial or full amnesia to their past lives. But their personalities are altered, reflecting some aspects of their pre-finale personalities.

Except for Jon. Jon, the Pupil of the Eye, the Warhead of the Extinction, the Spools of the Web, the Archive of the Dreads and linchpin to their escape. . . was significantly destroyed in the center of the storm. He got it and so much worse—a stick so short its existence was inverted.

While they did get reach the new universe, they had to reconstruct their linchpin/Archive that they're still connected to so that his total destruction doesn't tear them apart as well (being an Extinction avatar that's now deeply connected with them, he's capable of "taking them down with him").

When Jon was reborn, he was literally thrown into the world like a meteorite, landing with an explosive blast that rendered the surrounding area a lifeless wasteland in moments. High radioactivity and a deathly curse left few flora or fauna returning before wasting away soon after. Those that 'survived' did so by being infected by the Extinction or Corruption.

It would permanently remain uninhabitable, and it would take months before the withered stillborn spawn of the sapient eldritch Dread Entities would crawl out of the jagged crater on its own, none the wiser to its tragedies.

TL;DR

The Web manipulated Jon's attempt to put a stop to the Entities' reign, utilizing the Eye's easy influence to help the Dreads escape the world and into a fresh new one before they were also destroyed in the Extinction's "Raze the World" ritual (set up by using Jon to weave toxic-filled veins throughout the world he was traversing that'll explode at once 'grand finale' style).

Jon, now deeply binded to the Entities' purest forms and still an Extinction time-bomb, was mostly destroyed during the trip to Somewhere Else and the Entities had to reconstruct him so his death wouldn't destroy them too. This led to Jon being reborn a near completely different being (with some of him preserved) as functionally the direct spawn of the Dread Powers, replacing his parallel counterpart from the new world.

#yes i made him So Much Worse ur welc <333 #if you couldn't tell this is my favorite self-indulgent au #i love jon he's my favorite ragdoll /aff #so sorry for the length i honestly thought it'd be shorter :8 #i have a name for this au but it's also the name of a collection of au's so lmk if you have a name for this one specifically! #i'd love to hear any thoughts! #don't be shy but don't feel obligated #tma #tma au #yafc au #yafc-j au #tma time travel au #tma somewhere else #it's not really a 'fix-it' au i'm just used to that being part of the name lol #ig it'll depend where the au goes whether it's a fix-it or just me using jon as a sandboxing dummy #tma jon #jonathan sims #tma entities #jonmartin #to-be #(sorry for the clickbait jonmartin consumers they're not in this post just the au hehe) #tma writing #my writing #god i'm probly gonna cringe at the mess of these tags later but whatever i'm too busy riding my high to care atm #future me's problem #my post

[emberchii]

happy new years to everyone! i have a bit of a ramble under the cut with some thoughts and some updates, but there's no necessity to read it haha

Firstly: I would like to thank the people who have supported me this year, from close friends to even strangers who just decided that they liked my art and wanted to share it with others (i see you, the folks who mass rb'd almost my whole blog. i appreciate you <3)

2023 has been... challenging, artistically. I was already bad at posting my artwork, but I feel as though I somehow got worse at it. On top of this, I also just... didn't get to draw as much. I completed a 7+ minute film that I made with my friend for our thesis, and graduated college. That's awesome! But it did leave me with some very intense burnout that has made creating... well, difficult is a good word. It is very hard to create when you were in a scenario where the act of creating was fucking miserable.

A part of me got caught up in this whole idea of "content", got stuck thinking about only showing people things that I thought they would like - and figured people wouldn't care about anything else I might have made. But I didn't start sharing the things that I made because I thought other people would like it: I started sharing my work because I liked it.

I cannot promise that I will post more in 2024. I am likely going to be recovering from burnout for... a while. But the things I do post, I want to post because I care about it and I'm proud of it - and it's nice to share things I love with others! So I want to return to those roots.

I am not a "brand" and I do not want to be, so saying "rebranding" feels off- but I'll probably be changing my username later this year and doing at least a visual reset (I don't think I've updated this blog layout since 2019!). I'd like to archive a lot more of my stuff and make finding things easier on this blog, too, since it's where I primarily post my artwork.

That's really all. If you read this far: thank you! I appreciate it, and I hope you'll stick around.

Here's to 2024! I love you!

#happy new years! #artists on tumblr #personal art #rambling under the cut

[heliads]

Hello I love your blog!!!!!!! Could I request a George Weasley x reader where George tries to ask shy Hufflepuff reader to the Yule ball please? (Is that specific enough, if not tell me!) thank u lots!!!♥️♥️

perfectly specific, thx! also this is so cute <3

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George Weasley stands facing the best window of the dorm. He is quite able to call it the best after significant thought and research. Many hours have been spent here before, all pondering various criminal activities, the likes of which only George and Fred could possibly understand. 

Today, however, George’s thoughts veer towards an entirely different track. He’s not planning out another excellent prank, nor how to skip class yet again so he doesn’t have to see Snape’s twisted face when all he wants to do is go to sleep. No, as of right now George is contemplating the most difficult task of all: getting Y/N L/N to go to the Yule Ball with him. 

Normally, George wouldn’t care much about a school dance. His pranks have gained him enough notoriety around the school that George could ask a large number of girls and still have someone he’d want to spend an evening with, that’s not the problem. 

The issue, then, is that there’s a specific girl on his mind. He didn’t expect to fall for this girl, not in a million years, but there’s no turning back now. George is head over heels, completely set on her hook, line, and sinker. There’s simply nothing he can do to convince his heart to beat any other way. 

They are rather different people, even George in the midst of his lovesick musing can acknowledge that. Y/N is a Hufflepuff, known for being quite shy even amongst her typically mild mannered brethren. George, on the other hand, well, he’s always been a little too loud, a little too daring. They couldn’t be less alike. 

George hadn’t really had cause to interact much with Y/N before one crucial day in which an ordinary prank changed his entire life. George had successfully completed his end of the prank and was making his getaway when he turned around one last time to triumphantly view the chaos he’d wrought upon the school. 

All of a sudden, his eyes had caught upon a single face amongst the masses, one girl who was wearing what might be the prettiest smile George had ever seen. She had been looking at the aftermath of the prank originally, then her gaze slipped from George’s masterpiece to George himself. 

It felt like time slowed down. The rest of the castle faded to nothing. It was just him and this girl, that faint smile on her face, a more foolish one on his. All it took was those few seconds before she turned away, and George was smitten. 

It’s funny, thinking back on it, that George only needed the one instance to fall so hard for her. He’s seen his fair share of girls, especially those who enjoy his work with Fred to make school more entertaining. Yet when he thinks about the Yule Ball, George thinks about Y/N and Y/N alone. 

A pointed cough echoes from behind him. “You’re thinking about that girl again, aren’t you?”

George turns around to see his twin looking at him sardonically. Fred knows about George’s crush, and he’s known since the very beginning. George isn’t sure if that’s good or bad. 

George arches a brow. “What of it?”

Fred blows out an exasperated breath. “Just ask her to the dance, for Merlin’s sake. I’m sick of seeing you pine all day.”

George chucks a nearby scrap of paper at Fred’s head, although Fred knows enough to duck. “I can’t pine, Freddie, I’m no tree.”

Fred pretends to glare. “Terrible joke. And you know full well what I mean, you’re just trying to hide from the truth. You like this girl more than anyone, just ask her out. It’s that simple.”

George scoffs. “Yeah, it’s totally just that simple. I think I’d rather face a horde of bloodthirsty monsters than have to track down some girl in front of her friends. The teasing from you alone would be a menace.”

Fred just chuckles. “It was simple for me. I asked Angelina already, didn’t I?”

“That’s different,” George says with a pointed look, “all you did was make eye contact with her and wave your arms about as if you were taking part in a swing dance.”

“Actually, that was a waltz. I very clearly was in closed dance position, something you should know if you’re keen on going to the ball in the first place.” Fred clarifies. 

George loses the battle against rolling his eyes. “Of course, I should have known. Still, it’s not the same.”

He can feel how weak his argument is, though. It shouldn’t be that hard to ask a girl to a dance, right? Right?

George launches his first attempt that very day. He takes it upon himself to find Y/N, and ends up stumbling upon her while she’s sitting out in the courtyard with a group of her friends. They’re scattered across the stone tiled floor in a huddle three or four deep. 

George tries to make his way over to Y/N, but she’s so shielded from view by her friends that he finds he can’t manage it. George clears his throat awkwardly, hemming and hawing as he tries to navigate the masses of obviously disconcerted Hufflepuffs. 

At last, George gives up and asks them to move so he can ask somebody to the Yule Ball, for Merlin’s sake, and all of a sudden the entire flock of them start running for the hills. George finds himself lost in a hubbub of yellow scarves fleeing for cover, and when the dust settles, he’s totally alone. They followed his request perfectly, and all left. All of them. Turns out Y/N left with them.

George makes a face, alone in the courtyard. Great. Looks like this is going to be just as hard as he feared, Fred’s terrible attempts at encouragement be damned.

George tries again two days later. This time, he’s going to be direct about it. Y/N is in one of his classes, and although Professor McGonagall is strict enough that even forever reckless George isn’t idiotic enough to try and engage in friendly conversation in front of his teacher, he can approach Y/N after class ends.

The second the Transfiguration period is over, George all but races to Y/N’s side, making sure he gets to her before her other Hufflepuff friends can block him off. Y/N looks up at him in surprise when George appears next to her; although George has been admiring her from afar for a while, they’ve never really talked together before. 

He can chalk that up to nerves coming out of nowhere. Really, how is it that he can wink at expulsion like a pretty girl, yet start stammering when confronted with an actual girl in the flesh? It shouldn’t make sense, but it’s what’s happening now.

George tries to push all thoughts of failure from his mind. He’s one of the Weasley twins, dammit, and around here that’s as good as gold even if he doesn’t feel it right now.

“Hey, Y/N.” Solid enough start, he thinks.

Y/N smiles up at him, albeit somewhat hesitantly. “Hey, George. What’s up with you?”

Merlin, she knows who he is. George tries not to flip out over this, but he’s only half sure that he’s successful.

“Not much. Just, you know, trying to figure out the whole Yule Ball thing.” George looks meaningfully at Y/N, trying to gauge whether or not he’s too late to ask her, but Y/N doesn’t let on anything.

Instead, she chuckles somewhat nervously. “Tell me about it. Truth be told, I’m a little worried about the whole thing. I’m just terrified that I’m going to trip down the stairs and embarrass myself, or forget the steps to the waltz in front of everyone.”

George nods slowly. “You know, I’m sure it would be fun if you went with a friend. Maybe if you went with someone you could trust, someone good, it would end up being alright.”

George swears that he’s being fairly obvious about his hints, but Y/N still isn’t giving him any indication that she’s already been asked or not.

She still looks fine with talking to him, though, so that’s a start. “That makes sense,” Y/N says, “I think I’d like that quite a bit. Do you have any ideas for that sort of gentleman?”

Just as George opens his mouth, one of Y/N’s friends calls her name from across the hall. Y/N quickly bids a goodbye to George, and although she does look sad to be leaving him so suddenly, George is still left standing alone in the corridor. He feels a glum mood settling around his shoulders, as thick as one of Bill or Charlie’s new woolen coats. 

“Me,” he finishes lamely, his words lost to the hustle and bustle of the Hogwarts student body, “you could go with me.”

That night finds George even more stressed than before. This time, he’s got not only Fred but Lee Jordan called on for extra help in the whole situation.

Fred cocks his head at George, who’s been pacing back and forth across their dorm for the past ten or so minutes. “I don’t get it. I know you like her, but is it really worth all of this effort?”

George looks confused, so Lee jumps in to clarify. “I think I get what Fred’s saying. I’ve heard so many girls talking about how they wouldn’t mind going with you. I mean, what with your pranks you’ve got far more supporters than you think. I had a date picked out ages ago, and she all but swooned when I asked her.”

George rolls his eyes. “We’re not all Romeos like you, Lee. Swooning isn’t common for us knaves.”

He allows Lee a few moments to chuckle, then keeps going. “I want to go with Y/N, though. I really want to go with her.”

Fred taps his hand against his leg absentmindedly. “What’s so great about her that you couldn’t find in any other girl, especially some other girl who wouldn’t be so hard to track down?”

George finds himself at a loss for words. There’s so much that makes Y/N fantastic, far more than he realized in that first wonderful glance at her. For one thing, she knows who he is outside of just the indescribable, inseparable Weasley Twins. George thinks he could count on one hand the amount of people who are actually able to tell him and Fred apart, and Y/N is one of them.

To him, that’s everything. In a world that keeps George stuck behind the walls of ‘Fredandgeorge,’ having someone know him or at least be able to see him for someone other than his brother’s counterpart is wonderful. 

Also, she’s kind. George can admit that he’s been snooping on her a little bit ever since he first saw her. All harmless stuff, of course, just watching with a faint smile whenever her friends sit near him on the train or shooting her glances when he thinks she isn’t looking. Typical crush stuff, that sort of thing.

What he’s been able to uncover is that Y/N is a genuinely good person. George has long scoffed at Hufflepuffs, much like everyone else in the school, but in meeting Y/N he’s realized how wrong he’s been all along. Kindness is not a weakness, not in Y/N and not in anyone else. It takes a certain kind of strength to go through life in any capacity, teased or praised or ignored, and still respond to everyone with a full heart. George doesn’t think he could match that if he tried.

In the end, when faced with the questioning eyes of his brother and his best friend, George just lifts a shoulder and says quietly, “Everything.” It sums up the matter well enough for him.

Lee claps his hands together once. “It’s settled, then. I haven’t seen you stuck on a girl like this in ages, or any of us for that matter. Go get her, George. No matter how long it takes.”

George manages a faint smile. “Yeah, I think I will.”

He’s doing it the next day. George can feel it in his bones as he gets up the next morning, a sort of humming across his mind that things are going to change. His luck is shifting, he can sense it like a coming rain. This is how his story flickers into a golden epilogue, by finally getting the girl that he loves.

George doesn’t leave anything up to chance. He sees Y/N seated at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, and he walks right past all the Gryffindor students at their table to sit down next to Y/N. He certainly attracts a fair number of bewildered stares, but he couldn’t care less.

The only person he’s looking at, after all, is Y/N. Y/N, who looks confused as to why George seems to have become a house turncoat, who’s surely got some idea of why he’s here because the corners of her lips keep twitching up even as she tries to suppress her smile.

George clears his throat, albeit a little melodramatically. He can’t help himself. “Y/N, would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Y/N’s face splits in a smile that’s almost dizzying in its brilliance. “I would like that quite a bit.”

George has to fight his hardest to disguise the sigh of relief that’s currently billowing in his chest. “I couldn’t be happier to hear that.”

And he truly couldn’t. At last, he’s got his girl. He can picture the dance already, how Y/N will look in dress robes and a smile even more beautiful than this one. He can’t wait to see it, this dream come true. After this, it’s only a matter of days until the ball, but George’s happy ending begins right now.

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[sabrinasland]

a quick retrospective on sabrina's career 💭

hiya! some of you might have seen this video already but if not, i highly recommend it:

two pop culture commentators, Nicky and Coco talk about the slow rise of sabrina's career. they discuss how sabrina's gotten to where she is now, and why a "slow burn," is often times better than an overnight rise to fame.

i wanted to share this video as a jumping off point. i am so tired of certain people invalidating sabrina's career. i want to clear up some misconceptions and ignorant talking points that people make up regarding sabrina's career. more under the cut. ♥️

she is not an "industry plant."

industry plant definition: a pejorative used to describe musicians who ostensibly become popular through nepotism, inheritance, wealth, or their connections in the music industry rather than on their own merits.

list of bullshit haters say:

"sabrina is only famous because of the driver's license drama.."

personally, i cannot stand when people say this. it completely disregards the fact that this drama was very harmful to sabrina's mental and emotional health, as well as her career. you can say that any press is good press but there are people who will forever diminish her as just "the blonde girl." people need to stop acting as if sabrina was done a favor. a favor does not include death threats and a lifetimes worth of hate that she still receives to this day.

2. "taylor (swift) only chose her as an opening act to get back at olivia (rodrigo)" / "sabrina is only opening for taylor because she needed the help and olivia didn't."

pettiness is available to all ages. however, taylor alison swift is a 34 year old woman. she is a well-experienced musician who takes many younger people in the industry under her wing. this statement recycles the bullshit narratives that the media has created about taylor, that she's vindictive and immature. this statement also mischaracterizes sabrina and taylor's relationship. it is not new.

taylor has mentioned sabrina as far back as jingle ball 2017! in 2020, sabrina was sent a cardigan during the release of folklore. later taylor would go on to send sabrina red tv merch. the narrative that taylor suddenly befriended sabrina after cutting ties with olivia rodrigo some point after 2021 is absolute... nonsense (sorry). *and i'm pretty sure there is not even any real conflict between taylor and olivia but i don't follow olivia and ultimately don't care.

so why is sabrina suddenly blowing up? because nonsense is indeed a pop hit! sabrina having a new nonsense outro every night of the emails i can't send tour blew up on tiktok. olivia rodrigo had nothing to do with that. taylor had nothing to do with that. that was all sabrina. feather was a great follow up.

sabrina has been in the music/entertainment industry for ten years now. before emails i can't send, sabrina had already released 4 albums and headlined 3 tours. this means that she had already grown a strong base of fans that has been with her for years, long before emails. has taylor given her a major platform? has she become a mentor to sabrina? absolutely. sabrina has loved her for as long as a lot of us have - since we were young children. that doesn't mean she or anyone else should get credit for the years of hard work that sabrina has put in.

charting does not equal talent. people love to mock sabrina's career by saying she is unable to chart. there are an endless amount of talented musicians that don't get mass radio play or win awards because their record label - if they even have one, is lacking. for years, carpenters railed against hollywood records and wished for sabrina to move to a different label. finally in january of 2021, sabrina signed to island records. so far, they have given her more opportunities. sabrina released a major album with emails i can't send, she has been opening for taylor swift, shes like.. the coolest girl ever. people need to stop trying to invalidate her career and talent.

i know i may be “preaching to the choir” but ty for reading! ｡･ﾟﾟ･ again, i recommend the lovely video above.

#sabrina carpenter #i’m talkin i’m talkin

[morrak]

Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 119

Kafka again, if you’ll allow it. Schocken’s 1998 preparation of The Trial, translated by Breon Mitchell. I’ll insert the relevant frontmatter lower down since there’s substantially more to it than that.

The How

I have a strained relationship with the concept of dedicated bookmarks, which basically means I don’t have any. If a book is delicate I prefer to avoid leaving anything inside, but for beaters I’ll usually default to whatever flattish jetsam (flatsam?) I have to hand. One consequence of that bad habit is that this post is a new (and, as you’ll see in the next paragraph, somewhat shared) record for exactitude in The How — there’s still a receipt in this bad boy.

The year was 2017. The month and day were May and the seventh, respectively. It was 17:25 and a certain me checked out at a bookshop with this, that copy of Investigations of a Dog, the first volume of Paper Girls, and the recently released Beren and Luthien. The Kafkas were fodder for a trip on which this sustained most of its wear (so far).

The Text

I mean, it’s Der fucking Prozess. I could take several angles here, but instead I mostly won’t. Any version of this book is, perhaps even more than most, inalienably the product of editing — choices have been made for this version that I think work as well as any might.

I remember liking Breon Mitchell’s translation, and especially the preface that accompanies it. That’s archived here (though called an afterword) for anyone who’s interested, and indeed anyone who isn’t. This isn’t just an English rendition, but rather an English rendition of a very straight-laced 1990 critical edition. Good stuff; makes me want to see more of Schocken’s Kafka offerings.

The Object

For bonus points, use the back of this page to jot down your best explanation of why I feel like deckle edges make a book my ideological enemy. I’m not sure myself, but something about them in mass production really makes my teeth itch.

As I said above, this has traveled. Not hard, but lots. The binding is sad and the over-cover’s adhesive is failing, but the text block is fine. Eh. Decent paperback.

The Why, Though?

Because it’s Der fucking Prozess, and because it’s Kafka and I’m a registered user on www.tumblr.com. Pretty sure that’s in the EULA.

#images #untitled wednesday library series

[man-monsters-and-aliens]

Heyy! I love your blog, and I wanted to ask - do you have any headcannons about the Aliens in MvA? For me Sta'abi seems like a Lesbian...

gaww I'm happy to hear! gosh headcanons are so hard for me, apologies in advance that this is all over the place!!

hmm since it's pride, for fun I'd say Susan & Link are bi, Doc is a transman & aromantic or gay, Bob is nonbinary & pan ace

Coverton is either gay or demi aroace, Sqweep is a nonbinary (trans?)girl & ace lesbian, Sta'abi is pan demisexual, although I'm never set on labeling them but that's my idea!

oh and Gallaxhar is ace, Derek is bi (probably closeted)

‌the monster agents have their own private island where they live work free, nicknamed "Monster Beach"

Susan, ‌Doc, Link, & Bob have separate living spaces, but they share the same (beach) house. There are 3 floors and 1 ground floor, which extends to Susan's area that is the majority of the entire building. There's a lab/garage for Doc's projects just off the main residence, but the real works are at Area 5X. ‌Butterfly sleeps in a cavern of the cove behind a waterfall curtain.

‌Link has a driving license, a piloting licence, and a fishing licence and soon a licence to kill yes he has a car it's his 2nd baby

Link deserves a stuffed animal collection I think, but of course, his no. 1 will always be the rabbit, and they're all grouped on his heating pad rock thing

‌Susan video calls her parents weekly, tries to visit at least once a month but its more of whenever she can

‌Doc & Megamind are buddies. Although when the agents first met Megs it was a monsters vs alien situation (or monsters vs megamind hehe)

‌Doc's cockroach research contributed to the development of adding longevity to the average human which explains why Monger can be 90 and look like that, a less mad science former partner of his is responsible for this

‌there's an international Antarctic base that holds alien tech from around the globe (or at least what isn't "important" in each country's respective secret governments), these are mostly big and useless other than for study, an alien junkyard really

‌not sure how this would happen but I like the idea of Derek occasionally covering live news of the agents at work so a running gag is him getting splashed, slimed, dusted, swarmed, and such

Derek must have majored in meteorology, so there has to be something there. it's a special interest in weather and environmental sciences, but he'd avoid ever being called a nerd so it isn't that well known. he also had a hobby in photography, then wanted to be in front of the camera instead

‌MVA takes place in the same universe as Megamind, The Croods, How To Train Your Dragon, Rise Of The Guardians, Home, and Abominable (Shrek is canonically fictional, so dreamworksception? implying live action Shrek actually)

‌Link's species, the "aquappe", are not directly related to homo sapiens, but one of the cousin's ancestors (homo erectus?). I like to think their species evolutionary process was very back and forth (like a whale), but eventually became modern day mermaids. Like apes and whales they sing, but Link's adjustment to speaking might have affected his vocal cords. He still likes to sing, just shy about it like in the karaoke music party.

‌Link's first language is sign, which he learnt from Monger and few others, he learned proper English from Doc & TV

‌Bob also learned from TV, and Monger talked to him a lot

Bob's consumption/absorption of any material helps him regulate his mass. He floats on saltwater but will eventually break down after a very long period of time.

‌Monger has back scars from asserting his dominance over Link, an accidental acid burn from feeding Bob, and a matching chemical burn with Doc after he showed off one of his inventions

before Area 5X, Monger hunted monsters under an alias, although he was unsuccessful because it turned into a monster romance on at least 2 separate occasions

#monsters vs aliens #mva headcanons #ginormica #susan murphy #dr cockroach #link monsters vs aliens #bob monsters vs aliens #butterflyosaurus #insectosaurus #general w.r. monger #derek dietl #gallaxhar #coverton monsters vs aliens #sqweep monsters vs aliens #sta'abi monsters vs aliens #I FORGOT WHAT EVERYONWS TAG IS WGDGFJJDJ #posting this now before i never cause ill wont finish adding to it as it stays in my drafts #my last hcs post was 2 years ago ????? goodness me #yeah safe answers stuff

[bananadragonblog]

Okay so I started writing down ideas as I was playing through the game and quickly realized there were gonna be too many to send as requests one by one. Plus I love everyone's writing I could never choose just one, so mass post it is! I wish I could write myself, but I only seem to have a knack for coming up with ideas and no way to put them into words.

I intended all of these to be Ominis x reader, but feel free to change them up if you'd like. They are also based off my own OC, but having them as reader-insert fics is fine so others can enjoy them (I personally have a hard time swapping out names for my own when reading fics). I'll be posting an infographic I made of my OC on my page as well if you do feel like using her [Link] (and I might just love you forever if you do) I'll likely add to the list when I get new ideas so check back often ❤️

Feel free to share as well, all I ask is that I get tagged in your work if you use one of my prompts ❤️

@darkwizardings @cafeacademia @fwooperfeathers @sebastianwallows @awkwardauthorwrites @gauntlysallows @gtgbabie0 @sammiesallow (Tagging you guys since its a lot and I know your requests are open ❤️)

(All can be gender neutral/low descriptions so everyone can enjoy the stories but I'll provide basics for my OC if needed/wanted; meant to follow along main story where reader is the MC)

(Small warning that I haven't really proofread or made any of these super pretty, they are just raw ideas I threw onto a notepad)

Personal Headcannons:

-Ominis' mother is still fairly loving (somewhat like the malfoy family)

- Ominis' blindness allows him to see light/dark and basic shapes, like someone with cataracts would see (the cloudy eyes already resemble this)

____________ Prompts ___________

Ominis visits home and his parents ask about the 5th year (they are pureblood from another well known family), the idea of arranging marriage gets thrown around

Reader bringing Ominis something from hogsmeade and Ominis doesnt know how to react to the kindness

reader/seb making "ominous" puns and Ominis being over it

Ominis noticing reader always leaving the castle/coming back hurt. Gives her a necklace/trinket/family heirloom to her for good luck so she stays safe

Ominis overhears reader talking to Sebastian and agreeing with Ominis about the dark arts being dangerous, confronts them later and thanks them

Reader warns Ominis of Sebastian's plan to visit the ruin to look for the relic. (hate that this isnt an option in the game, he literally asks us to do this 😭)

everyone trying to one up each other about the "adventures" they have gone on with reader, and everyone jesting that amits adventure of stargazing sounds more like a date, Ominis feels left out- maybe confronts reader and they plan an actual date? -OR- Ominis lies about having special "interactions" with reader (sfw) and reader hears the rumors

seb steals Ominis' wand while in hogsmeade, reader offers hers for him to be able to see even though Ominis is certain it won't work. Turns out to work but only if they are holding onto the wand together

defence against the dark arts class: a boggart is brought out and reader's fear is Sebastian/crucio curse (set after the sanctorium mission)

after seb and reader's fight in the undercroft (when he calls reader ignorant for knowing lodgok), reader runs off to the underground harbor to get away (its their safe space, where they can skip the rocks and listen to the water), while running there ominis passes reader but end up confronting seb about what happened before going to find reader

Ominis is self conscious about letting reader lead him around at times, so she makes sure to hold onto him so he still feels like the one leading

Reader telling Ominis about the ancient magic

Ominis and seb talking to reader about how the headmaster was acting strange- reader reveals it was actually them

Slytherin!reader having nightmares and sneaks to the boys dorms

after "in the shadow of the relic" and deciding to not turn in Sebastian, reader shows Ominis the room of requirement so they can have a space for just them (not ready to be around seb), introduces him to the phoenix

Aftermath of reader surviving the encounter with Rookwood, Ominis is concerned and refuses to leave the hospital wing for the night.

Hogwarts has a "parents" weekend and everyone is shocked that reader knows how to act all proper when the Gaunts introduce themselves

Reader has a tendency to not wear a jacket because they dont get cold easily

Ominis comforting reader after they fight ranrok and lose Fig

6th year- Ominis and reader pestering 1st years about mermaids

Reader and Ominis deciding what to do for the summer, reader offers to join him at his family's home

Reader overhears someone saying awful things about Ominis and how reader deserves better, but reader gets defensive and punches them?

Posted 03.29.2023

Edited 03.30.2023

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #writing prompts #requests #fanfic #HL prompt list #ominis x reader #ominis imagine #ominis x oc #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x mc

[a-dozen-lovers]

I love your work! This is something u don't have to do, but if u have the time would u mind doing a Otto x reader where there's like a building collapseing and everyone gets sperated then Otto finds y/n under some rubble? I just love your work!

°Found°

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Warnings: age gap, physical harm to characters, blood, drinking

Summary: Otto and reader grow closer on a business trip

A/N: thank you so much for the love everybody! I did kinda struggle with this, i had too many ideas on how to go about this. I hope you enjoy it! Gender neutral reader, along with 18+

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A knock came from your door before it opens.

"Hey, I need to talk to you."

Happy appeared and walked over to your desk, sitting in the chair infront of it. You look up at him from your computer and notes.

"The company has agreed to send you to California next week. We are looking for investors for Doctor Octavius' new study. You are the best fit to bring them in."

"For how long?"

"About a week, unless we contact you and say otherwise."

"Alright, Happy," you stand up. "I'm sorry but I'm very busy, I will contact you later to gather more information."

You both walk to the door, which you open for him. Happy stopps right before exiting your office.

"I forgot to say," he smiles and scrunches his nose. "We need the doctor to go with you. He will be able to answer any questions you might not be able to."

You frown but nod to show you understand. You always felt the doctor hated you, despite being head over heels for him. You had started to avoid him at work, the best you could, to keep yourself from that pain. It was going to be hard to do that.

**********

You waited for Otto Octavius at the entrance to the personal airport on campus. Since he arrived in your universe, he had began living in the personal quarters on campus. You weren't sure what was taking him so long. Eventually Octavius was seated across from you on the jet. He wore his leather trench coat with a dark blue turtle neck, and dark grey slacks. You tried not to gawk at him during the travel but it was hard not to. When you both arrived at the hotel, it was found that there was only one bed in the room. You were frustrated but kept your cool, offering to take the couch. He wouldn't let you, being too much of a gentlemen, but you wouldn't let him go without a bed. You both decided to share the bed in a professional sense. As the time on the trip progressed you noticed how many tremors took place. They all were small, no reason to worry, but you felt they were too often. You worried mass destruction was in the future of the hotel but you were to return to New York tomorrow. That was until Happy called and informed you that more investors were needed. Otto had been out for groceries, and left his phone on the charger, so you had to tell him the news when he returned. As you sat on the bed you thought about the tall doctor you've been staying with. He seemed to grow more distant as the trip went on, but you found that in yourself as well. Maybe he liked you but feared- The room shook with anger, the windows cracking and the lights flickering. You stood up and hid under the desk attached to the wall. A bottle of wine crashed on the floor as a crack formed up a wall. You thought to run and so you tried, rushing to the door before getting hit with a falling piece of ceiling. You were knocked unconscious before the building crumbled. Your body had been tossed around and covered with chunks if concrete and steel beams. Otto had felt the earth shake beneath him as he watched the building fall. His heart sank as he dropped the bags from the shop and rushed over towards the rubble. The metal claws dug though until his eyes met your body. Blood ran out of cuts and dust stuck fast to you. Carefully he bent down and cradled you into his arms. The city almost burned around him, but he didn't care. He needed you to be okay. Tears swelled in his eyes as he carried you to a hospital.

"Please, (Y/N). Please be alright, I can't lose you."

The hospital was full of trauma patients and so Otto was told to be patient with the staff. Your breathing slowed and he grew angry. He shouted at everyone, holding you close, until you were seen.

**********

You woke up in a cold hospital room, monitors beeping softly as you vision focused. You saw a figure to your right but a neck brace prevented you from seeing who it was. The figure grew taller as you felt fingers lock with yours.

"(Y/N)," the voice was familiar. "I'm so glad you're okay."

A metal claw brushed your hair back softly, it was Otto Octavius.

#marvel #otto octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavious

[onestepbackwards]

Spark Anon: for the #self aware AU, in this case, Ingo has noticed that /something/ is off about the code, but hasn’t figured out what. Also, he’s worried because you have suddenly gone silent. That said, have this scrap from reader’s perspective.

—

It’s been a day and a half and the faint nausea rolling in your tells you that the side effects of missing your daily medicines are starting to kick in. Falling through the tv screen when you got up from the couch to fill your water bottle was not something you were in any way prepared for. You can only thank whatever deity might exist for the fact that you had been dressed in your fleece winter pajamas, slippers and robe as opposed to your summer nightwear. That, and that you’d kept ahold of your water bottle. The bright green paint of the HyrdoFlask was easy to see against the snowbank you’d landed in. The fact that there was a cave with a small hot spring in it nearby was probably all that saved you the first night.

‘Last time I /ever/ leave my character outside a camp during a break,’ you decided fairly quickly. You had wanted to take advantage of the Massive Mass Outbreaks and see if you could find a female alpha Riolu. When Ingo had asked why, you had responded with “why not?” The irony of the fact that said Riolu is currently trying to keep you alive is not lost on you. This morning, you had managed to choke down one of the Aspear berries it gifted you with, the rest sit piled next to you. The Riolu had scurried off again after you had been unable to eat another and hasn’t been back since. The headache that throbs behind your eyes is making it harder to trudge to the front of the cave to fill your bottle with snow, but you don’t dare let yourself get dehydrated on top of everything else.

“Human, you smell of sickness,” the gravelly voice makes your head snap up. The Riolu has returned, and standing next to it is a huge Zoroark, which shifts into a familiar figure, though your brain can’t recall where from. The meaning of its’ words penetrates and you can’t help but give a huff of humorless laughter. “Yeah, thats not surprising,” you rasp. The Riolu barks something and the Zoroark speaks again. “This one-” it gestures to the Riolu, “-wishes to know how to help you. I personally do not care.”

You the think for several moments. ‘Ingo,’ your mind supplies. ‘If anyone can help…’ You swallow hard. “There’s a man, he wears a dark coat and hat. He’s Warden to Lady Sneasler. Do you know who I’m talking about?” Both the Zoroark and the Riolu nod. “Can you get him here?” Your question is almost desperate. The two Pokémon glance at each other for a long moment before the Zoroark sighs. It turns and lopes off, while the Riolu comes in to cuddle up close. You sigh. ‘I hope this works,’ you think blearily. ‘Find me soon, Ingo…’

—

The tenses are probably a bit screwed up. Oh well. Unfortunately, I have absolutely no idea how to write Ingo’s perspective.

-✨

Oh, this is so good!! I love how you wrote it!! 💕

I love the Alpha Riolu trying to help keep you safe, and protect you!! 🥺🥺🥺 like even if you did fall from the sky, she recognizes you and wants to help!! Even getting a Zoroark to help!! They will have Ingo in no time! Just you wait!! This is so good, thank you for sharing!!

#Zed.talks #Spark Anon #ask #submission #self aware ingo #ingo #warden ingo #pokemon

[nicoolios]

Romantic

Happy holidays @biotickaidan! Here’s your Holiday Harbinger present. My apologies for real life getting in the way and keeping me from posting this on time. You mentioned loving Mass Effect for the moments throughout the series that make it what it is, as well as the character storytelling and a love of both Kaidan and Ashley (which I wholeheartedly share!) I hope you enjoy! A big thank you as well to @masseffectholidaycheer for organizing this thing every year and pulling it off.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45047258

fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14198412/1/Romantic

Amelia Shepard was a lot of things, but she would never call herself a romantic. Romantics tended not to last long in the Alliance, and their numbers amongst N7s were even more dismal. It was hard to romanticize the worst-case scenarios, everything she was trained for, and being expected to choose who would die so more could live beat her down to the point where even finding little things to look forward to was getting harder. That's why turning to fraternization surprised her so. And when fraternization turned to an actual, genuine, using the l- word relationship? Why, that was about as romantic as she’d gotten in years.

She loved Kaidan and Ashley. The talks they shared in the middle of the night about Earth years ago, the way they immediately clicked as a ground squad, the hours spent exploring the Citadel together, even the aforementioned little things like making each other try shitty alien beer in Chora’s Den or taking notes on the most authentic Earth food spots in the Wards. They had a bond the rest of the crew didn’t understand. Commander Shepard didn’t treat them any differently from the crew when it came to missions, but Amelia definitely preferred their company and came to love life aboard the Normandy. Eventually that love spread to one man in particular, born of those late-night chats and impromptu food dates. Private walks on the Citadel. Huddled together in a bunk watching a vid on a small omni-tool screen. Amelia already up hours before her shift, figuring if she couldn’t sleep she might as well get some paperwork done, and finding herself with company. The soldier became the romantic.

Which was how Amelia found herself smooshed into Kaidan’s bunk on the lower level, fingers entwined in his shirt, enjoying the few moments alone before Ashley came looking for some pre-mission destressing. She had already almost gotten her head bitten off by Wrex trying to simply talk to him about the mission. He had to understand why krogan clones weren’t going to help cure the genophage, especially when created by an indoctrinated madman like Saren. He had to understand why going to Virmire was necessary, why destroying the factory was even more so. Emotions ran too hot, especially once Ashley got involved. To avoid anyone getting shot Amelia ordered him into confinement until they reached planet side. Aside from worrying about the general wellbeing of her ground squad, which was a full-time job by itself, all that was left was trying to relax so her friends wouldn’t yell at her for going into a mission already wired. She lived her life wired, finding it near impossible to relax, but saving herself the fight with her crew was worth it. Saving herself her friendships was worth it.

She laid with her head on his chest, one hand on his shoulder and the other playing with his shirt, legs splayed out, hair falling out of its messy ponytail to tickle his face. His arm was curled around her waist, his free hand playing with those fallen strands. Both were in rumpled fatigues ready to be swapped for armor. Both had circles under their eyes, Amelia’s forever more pronounced since she inherited leadership. Both were covered in bruises and healing wounds and scars. Both had no greater concerns than staying in that moment in time forever.

“You think everyone will be able to handle it?” Amelia asked. She caught herself from saying tomorrow, since she’d come to accept that by the same time tomorrow she might be dead.

Kaidan smiled into her hair. “You have a good crew, Amelia. They can handle it. And Wrex will come around. He respects you too much. So does Ash. She'll keep an eye on him. It'll be okay. You'll be okay.”

Amelia had more doubts to voice, more insecurities in her newfound leadership to sort through. Kaidan was the only person she trusted completely to say those thoughts without fear of them leaking to the entire Normandy crew. She had to share them now before the mission, before they could affect her ability to command a ground team. Just as she was about to open her mouth, still smooshed into Kaidan’s chest, the door to the bunk room swooshed open and a storm rolled in.

“What vid are we watching?” Ashley blew in, her personal vid collection on her omni tool already connecting to a tablet in her free hand.

Amelia and Kaidan tried to detach themselves from each other before Ashley noticed, resulting in the both of them ending up on the floor in a mess of limbs and military issue blanket. Their limbs were still partially entwined, Kaidan’s head propped up on the metal supports, Amelia’s wrapped up in her arms in an awkward angle under Kaidan’s shoulder.

Ashley froze mid-step. From the beginning she suspected there was something more going on with the two of them. She just didn’t think it would take Virmire to culminate things. Still. Good for them. “What’s going on here, Skipper?”

“Oh, um, nothing. Nothing's going on, Ash. Just, uh...”

Kaidan never bothered attempting to offer an explanation. He gave a valiant effort to detangle himself and perched on the edge of the bunk, lending Amelia a hand so she could pull herself to her feet.

“Riiiiiight.” Ashley put one arm around Amelia’s shoulders and pulled her towards the door. Amelia reached behind her for Kaidan’s arm. He took it, forming a chain. “I’m assuming neither of you put any thought into this, so I went ahead and picked one out. You two procure the snacks. I'll pull up the vid.”

They were alone again as Ashley detoured into the common area, most likely for the last time in days, leaving them near the kitchens. As Kaidan moved towards the drawers Amelia stuck to his side. Ashley would be a few minutes yet. After all, Amelia was a romantic now. She had to act the part. And by this point, she had to admit, it wasn’t an act anymore. Amelia loved her best friends, the first she’d ever truly had, and beyond that she had Kaidan. She had family.

#mass effect #mass effect holiday cheer #Holiday Harbinger #biotickaidan #my fanfic

[sabakos]

Given that you called Metzger's arguments "uncovincing", I'm curious as to what arguments you think would be convincing on the geophysics vs orbital dynamics as planet taxonomy matter?

As far as Metzger's paper goes, I do think that the part where they talked about the utility of their alternative definition of a planet and why that was useful to geophysics was fairly well-done, but I would have preferred if they had focused more on philosophical arguments like that for why that sort of classification system was better science, rather than historical arguments on how "new" the current definition of a planet was.

Definitions that are as simple, unambiguous, and universal as possible are generally the best ones to use for science, especially for the most commonly used terms, because they allow you to communicate effectively with others and allow you to make the most generalizations. If the definition of "planet" is as simple as possible, then any inferences, laws, theorems, etc that are made about planets can be extended to all other objects that share those properties, which allows them to be communicated, recalled and applied more consistently by all of us imperfect humans. You could come up with a new word other than "planet" for this, but since that is the common name, it should be the one that can be applied most generally. If you want a comparison to mathematics, this is like how 1 isn't considered "prime" by mathematicians, because if it was then you'd have a bunch of theorems that say "For all primes other than unity..." and very few that didn't.

For an example of an astrophysical definition that works well, I think that you could also draw a comparison to how stars are classified. In fact the definition of a star is relatively simple - any (luminous) object with a sufficient mass for hydrogen fusion is a star, and any object that is too low mass for hydrogen fusion (about .1 times the mass of the sun or 90 times Jupiter's mass) but massive enough for deuterium fusion (about 13 times Jupiter's mass) is a brown dwarf. The mass is the primary quantity necessary for telling you the whole life cycle of a star, and it can be calculated solely based on observational properties, while all of the other physical properties of stars (hydrostatic equilbrium, elemental composition, temperature, radius) are already derived for you based on research that astrophysicists have already done. There's no need to invoke any external properties in this definition, such as what orbits the star or what the star orbits, because these are all distractions in determining the physical properties of stars; they have almost no influence on a star's internal properties, so they're not included in the definition of a star.

The definition that Metzger et. al want to use for "planet" is a continuation of this definition - a planet is any object with lower mass than a brown dwarf, but still massive enough that the primary determinant of its shape is gravity. This definition allows you to speak about "planets" and make generalizations about the properties they may have (density, magnetic field, elemental composition, atmosphere, etc) without also making statements about things that are not called planets. This becomes more complicated for planets than it does for stars because objects that are lower in mass tend to be more diverse in their composition and have a wider array of properties that might be useful to us, but that's only a further reason to have as unambiguous of a definition of "planet" as possible that will describe all the objects that have these properties.

I'm pretty sure the reason solar system astronomers hate this definition is that mass is hard to measure accurately for smaller objects, so if you're trying to classify objects based on observational properties that have large error bounds, you're not going to know if it's massive enough that its shape is determined primarily by gravity. The astronomer Mike Brown, aka "@/plutokiller" on twitter, was probably not looking forward to every paper he published on Kuiper Belt objects for the rest of his career being scrutinized by the media and the public just because people care about objects more if you call them "planets." In some ways I sympathize, after all, he probably would be a laughingstock if he announced the discover of a new planet and then kept changing his mind, and the initial observations of these objects will necessarily have a large amount of measurement error, so it's not something he could do anything about.

But this non-scientific issue caused Brown to push for an IAU redefinition of the term "planet" that suited his own purposes. His definition lets him ignore the planet question entirely because most of the objects he studies that might be massive enough to be a planet can be presumed not to have cleared their orbit, so he can call them "minor planets" and that will get most of the press off his back. And his redefinition went through not because it was a good physical definition, but because he's politically well-connected and most people who would be negatively impacted were astrophysicists and geophysicists, while the majority of astronomers who "voted" were not impacted at all. But this is just laziness on his part, additional complexity of definition, and above all a failure to address the real issue, which is that an observational categorization system (not a physical one) should be as broad as possible to accommodate uncertainties and need not rely on physical quantities (like clearing the orbit) at all. If that means that Mike Brown looks a little silly telling the press that he "doesn't know" whether an object he found is a planet, that should be his problem, not everyone else's.

#i'm somewhat paraphrasing and rehashing metzger's paper with my own commentary and synthesis here #but this is the approach i wish theyd prioritized in it

[the-iceni-bitch]

okay so, first of all, i want to say I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going through shit all this time, and hurting your feelings was truly not my intention. I really mean my apology. I never meant to kill your muse either.

second, I truly meant that I love your work and your writing and that series, I wasn't trying to sugar coat anything by saying that. and I agree that writers don't owe us anything and are rather doing us a favor by sharing content for free. I've been a fan of yours ever since I found out about you, interacted with you on anon, reblogged your fics as well and I think it's only fair to do that for the time you take out to write fics for us, and I swear, hurting you was not my intention. I should've known that you might not like an ask like that. you decide what to do with your series, and how to write it. you do you ❤️

honestly, I'm surprised at the comments wishing me a shitty month ahead and people calling me a bitch, a cunt, entitled and whatnot. as long as i was supporting you and all of the other writers in the comments, and dropping lovely comments on their fics, i was a nice person. but for once when I said how i felt about a fic, I got all that hate. imo, when people create content, they need to be prepared to receive criticism along with appreciation, they both come hand in hand, they can't ask for appreciation alone. please understand, that i know the difference between criticizing and hating or bullying someone. I didn't mean to come off as hateful or rude or entitled, but I get it that you never asked for criticism, and I shouldn't have given that, especially since it wasn't constructive criticism. I'm no writer myself and I failed to provide a solution with the criticism, sorry.

and people who want a reason to hate will hate this ask as well, they'll call me names and find a problem with this as well.

thank you for everyone who wished for a shitty month for me and everyone who called me names. i hope you all have a great month ahead, and sending you all a hug 🫂

Listen, I do feel bad about how aggressive my answer to your last ask was, and for the name calling on my part, so I want to apologize for that portion of it. I do stand by the overall message I conveyed, but it could have been done in a softer way. I’m not going to apologize for all the other authors, because I did set the tone of the post, and I also don’t believe in censoring other people’s emotions, and I think the notes on the answer provide a little bit of context for how the writing community on tumblr is getting constantly bombarded by criticism they did not solicit.

The reason you didn’t know about the stuff I was going through is because I try to keep this place fun and light, and honestly when I’m having a tough time, I prefer to privately reach out to friends and mutuals to get through it rather than broadcast it to the masses. But that’s another reason why everyone should consider how something they plan on sending could come off, because so many of us don’t share all of our lives here, and you never know what someone else is going through.

I do appreciate that you love my work, and the point of my last answer wasn’t that you need to love every part of it. You are welcome to skip whatever parts of it you want to, and if something doesn’t resonate with you for whatever reason, that’s okay. But once something is posted, that’s kind of it. I’m not going to go back and make changes, so unless I have explicitly asked for criticism, it is going to come off as unwelcome, no matter the context.

And I’m going to ask you this because I am genuinely curious: what were you hoping to accomplish with your previous ask? It’s very hard for me to come up with a scenario where that wouldn’t have been poorly received, but I’m on the other side of it. So I really would like to know what the overall intention of the ask was.

Wishing you a good day, and I do appreciate you reaching out again, because you didn’t have to do that and I know it was hard with the response you got.

#natalie answers #fandom discourse #anon answered #asks are always open

[mademoisellesarcasme]

Unsure of whom to ask (I'm mainly surrounded by craddle Catholics and would like a different viewpoint), so I'm asking you and hoping Catholic Tumblr might hop in: what are your thoughts about dating someone who just started RCIA?

I know it might be difficult to say anything without more info... He is a great guy and things are going slow, but I don't want to (negatively) impact his conversion process. There's a huge information asymmetry between us (I'm a craddle Catholic, daily-mass kind of person), and while he has a more active relationship towards faith / God than most guys I know, when I met him he had just started considering the Catholic church!

Well, I'm also a cradle Catholic, insofar as I was raised that way and somehow retained it with joy despite my parents' best witnesses to the crotchety about it. And I'm not super great at dating advice, since my wheel of advice has two options: Communicate About It or Break Up. Nor am I a daily Massgoer! So I am unsure how much I can help you.

All that being said, I think if this is a healthy friendship and he's really genuine in his pursuit of the Faith, you can ask him to share things he loves particularly or new things he has learned. The catechising most of us received growing up was pretty sub-par, so you may find yourself learning things. Start with the Catechism of the Catholic Church for all tough questions; it's got an index in the back to help with topic finding. Don't trust books without an imprimatur and nihil obstat in the front on matters of the Faith. Ignore church politics both foreign and domestic. Wrestle with the hard questions when they come up; a lot of the truly tough ones require a shift in worldview to completely understand. And do not be his only Catholic friend or life person! If things don't work out between you, it's best to not take the Faith with you in the breakup.

#catholicposting on main