#so their hair is supposed to be darker but also i don't really feel like fixing that so um. um.

[starya-art]

Mio and Daisy Suzuki

... I don't... mmm. Well. I have nothing to say.

They're twins. (But that's uhh. Obvious.?)

🌻.

#my art #mine✨ #starya art #digital art #fan children #fan charaters #sunnflower #this was a complete impulse drawing. #idk what im doing #also um um.. the hair color is very light because i kinda used half transparent colors for like the entire drawing #so their hair is supposed to be darker but also i don't really feel like fixing that so um. um. #yeah #omori related content #ocs

[riririnnnn]

As I mentioned in my post earlier:

His cuff (that thing around his neck) is near transparent which gives us a lot of room to ponder since we don't exactly know what this chain even represent.

Taking Hiori as an example, let's suppose the chain represents the burden that holds back someone's true ego.

His cuff being transparent gives us two things:

1. It might be plastic which doesn't really make any sense if I were to be honest.

2. It is glass which makes a lot of sense because how's glass? Hell yeah, my geniuses, glass is really fragile which completely fits into what he said:

Further, in that volume cover, he has pulled down his collar which puts a lot of spotlight into his blue rose tattoo, and we all know what that tattoo symbolises for Kaiser.

In case you don't remember: Kaiser got this tattoo as a reminder to himself to never fall back into his weak mentality because Blue Rose symbolises the achievement of impossible, and he saw it as an example to turn impossible to reality since Blue Rose, itself, is artificial and defies the natural order.

What is said above can be found with a quick Google search:

But what grabbed my most attention is this panel:

WHY?

If he only wanted to push the soccer industry to despair, then why he is adamant about winning the Champions league and the World Cup?????

Also, contrary to popular beliefs, I don't actually think Kaiser has a superiority complex because, look:

What Chris said could be considered as an exaggerated way to rile someone, but isn't this, indirectly, exactly what Kaiser says after the Manshine City match ended?

Kaiser said something along the lines of, "BM's main character is Noa and it's impossible for me to be the current number one, that's why I came to NEL to use Isagi as a way to increase my value." He even went as far as to say that he is a secondary character in BM because BM is Noa's team.

I don't think so that anyone with superior complex will admit such real facts.

Further, why did he got so angry when Chris said those things? Isn't someone bound to be angrier if the other one was to point out their obvious weak point? So, does this mean, Kaiser actually got an inferior complex?

I'm not a psychologist, so I'm not dwelling too much into it.

However, there is another thing I want to point out:

So, because of that spreadsheet/official art of a very damaged soccer ball beside Kaiser's foot, the Fandom widely believes that Kaiser was poor while growing up .

BUT!

Being poor as a backstory has already been used three times: Naruhaya Asahi, Noel Noa, and Lorenzo Don.

I understand that in any sector with a lot of money and/or fame, there are many people who come from a poor economic background, but this is fiction, baby. No author wants anything be repeated to the point it feels overused.

That's why, I highly believe that Kaiser was either bullied or mistreated by his seniors when he started playing soccer which explains that he practiced fucking hard that the soccer ball was damaged, and also his supposed hatred towards the soccer industry. It also explains his long, unkempt hair because he was too indulged in practice.

OR!

It goes a bit darker, so proceed with caution:

Soccer somehow destroyed his family's peace just like the brotherhood of Itoshi brothers.

I may write about others in another post, but in this post, I would like to think that the person who destroyed his family's peace was his own father. It could be that his father was a soccer player himself and due to some circumstances, he fell off the soccer industry which took a toll on his mental health, and he started physically abusing either Kaiser, his mom or both.

Why physical abuse? Because Kaiser is shown having an affinity to choking.

If we get our minds out of the gutter, then there have been instances when he choked himself because he was frustrated. Also, didn't he say that he stroked his rose tattoo as a good luck before matches and compared it to, "as if tightening a noose," or something.

That's why, I kinda think that, AT LEAST, someone has choked Kaiser as abuse/bullying.

I'll rant about the above thing in another post tomorrow or some time later because I don't want this post to be too long, and also because I'm hungry af.

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I remember a vivid dream when Kaiser threatened me to join BM.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock theory #bllk theory #michael kaiser #雪 ranting

[ruskaroma]

omg omg (i really need professional help) i had this Vision of dark+DARK+mean!john wick learning about an asshole who bullied their bunny-really-the-nicest-human-being!reader back during her school years (the reader cluelessly mentions it during conversation). john is not just angry outraged etc, he is The Rage, The War, The Biblical Day of Wrath, so he finds that guy, beats/tortures the living shit out of him and then brings his absolutely clueless little pretty bunny so that she could finish him. john is behind the reader, his arms wrapped around her arms, his hands on her shaking hands holding a gun pointing at the barely breathing man tied to a chair. the reader is crying begging to stop, and john goes "he deserves it, honey <3. now, right kneecap. go, princess, don't let me down".

Oh my god I have something for you.

Let’s give it a very dark twist, shall we? We’ll stick to this concept, but let’s make it even darker.

TW: mentions of past sexual and physical abuse, blood and gore, graphic depiction of torture, john being a very very mean man like he is fucked in the head may god bless his soul, john is also forcefully making the reader kill the man so there’s that.

It was a slip of your tongue. You didn’t notice it, but John surely did. You were used to rambling your thoughts away, a habbit that John adores so much, hearing your voice and telling him everything that’s in your head, because it means you’re not keeping any secrets from him.

A supposed to be peaceful Saturday night ruined John’s whole week, but he didn’t let it show. He kept himself composed around you, smiling so softly when you’d share a random fact about the things you’re holding or whatever comes in mind. He’s a master in the arts of keeping his expression controlled despite his emotions practically clawing their way out of his fucking lungs.

Your head was on his lap as he brushed your hair with his long fingers softly. For a hand that’s killed too many people to count, it’s surprisingly merciful around you. A shitty horror movie was playing on the TV but your attention quickly diverted to somewhere else when you watched a rather familiar scene in the film.

“Oh, man, that sucks. I know how it feels, I used to get hit by my ex-boyfriend all the time.”

What the fuck, John thought. His fingers stopped their movements as he furrowed his eyebrows. You said it as a whisper too but he heard it. He heard it fucking clearly.

“What?”

“Huh?” You moved your head to look up to him. “You said something?”

“You did,” John pointed out. “About your ex-boyfriend. What did you say?”

“Ohhh,” you said in realization, but your tone was calm. Like it was the most fucking normal thing to say in a conversation. “Yeah, he was mean. He used to hit me every time I made a very small mistake, but he said sorry when we broke up.”

John didn’t know what to say. He was frozen, trying to comprehend the words that were being thrown at him all at once.

His baby – the love of his life, someone who cannot even hurt a fucking ant – just dropped a bomb that she was a victim of abuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” John tried to keep his voice leveled, soft, as he placed a large hand on your cheek and pulled you up so he could take a good look at your face.

“Well, you didn’t ask. And it’s not like it mattered anymore. I went to therapy and everything was back to normal.”

“No, that’s not –” he closed his eyes in frustration, trying so hard to keep his shit together. “Did he do anything else? Where is he now?”

“He’s–he’s doing fine. I don’t know where he is, it’s been awhile since we’ve gotten in touch.”

John could hear the tremble in your voice, like you knew what was going to come, like you knew what he’s going to do.

He didn’t answer after you said that. He looked away from you, put his attention back to the television.

You shrugged it off, hoping he would let it go.

*

He did not, in fact, let it go.

You came home one day after work to see him being rather... cheery than usual. It was unusual in itself. John being particularly cheery was not something you see in your everyday life.

He had already cooked dinner when you arrived, ate it beside you with an arm around your shoulders. He was also crooning at your ears, asking about your day if something special happened.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Your eyebrows flew up, curious yet amused. Is this why he was cheery all of a sudden?

He led you to his basement – a place where you’re never allowed to go, always bolted shut and completely restricted to you. You were getting a pretty bad feeling about this.

“What–what are we doing here, John?”

Again, he didn’t answer. You could see the grim, dark expression on his face as he opened the door. The face you only ever see when he was just coming back from a long, tiring day at work. The face you only see you know he just slaughtered someone.

Turns out, he did.

Not exactly slaughtered, but close enough.

The man who made you go through hell for years, tied up in a chair in the middle of the room, missing all his fingers on both his feet and hands.

“John, what the–”

Your boyfriend pushed a heavy pistol in your hand, and your heart is beating so hard inside your chest you couldn’t speak properly. You haven’t yet got the time to comprehend what was happening. It was all too fast.

“Pull it.”

“J-John, please don’t–”

“Pull it,” John repeated. He didn’t like repeating himself. You know this. He was standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back, warm and broad and his voice sounded so menice and fucking evil and– “Pull it, baby, before I do it myself.”

“Why are you–” your voice was shaking as well as your hands. You wanted to drop the weapon but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good, not when John was just behind you. “Why are you doing this, John? Please let him–let him go, it was a long time ago–”

“I don’t care,” he said simply, one large hand sneaking down to grab your wrist that’s holding the gun, pointing it directly at the man who’s – Jesus, was he still alive? You saw him move, he flinched, then let out a cough that made more blood from his mouth drip onto his lap. “I haven’t killed him yet because that’s your job.”

“N-No–” tears were forming into your eyes. The feeling of John’s hand gripping yours was already too much to bear, much worse pointing it to the man who abused and neglected you during your relationship, but why were you feeling bad? “John, I–I don’t w-want to, John, please, I don’t want–”

John sighed, disappointed, but he didn’t let you go. Instead, he leaned down closer to your ear and pressed a soft kiss there. His beard tickled, making you flinch and let out a shaky breath as you gulped hard.

“John, he–I know you’re doing this because you think it’s best, but I–I promise you that it’s not worth it–it’s in the past and, and–”

“Excuses, excuses,” John whispered, standing straight and taking a step away from you, positioning himself in front of the gun. “Here you are, begging for the life of the man who abused you in the past. Don’t you think that sounds absolutely ridiculous, baby?”

“It’s not–it’s not ridiculous, John, I promised! We–we talked one time after our breakup and he–he apologized for everything, I swear–I swear, John, it was all in the past–”

John cut off your rambling with an evil stare, and it was so unlike him that it scared you right to the very core. “Pull the trigger or I will. I’ll put a fucking hole in his head, saw it off and send it to his little wife and children back in Vegas.”

“John–” you sobbed. “John, please–”

“Did you know that I made him confess every diabolical shit that he’d done to you every time I chop off one of his fingers?” John said it in such a calm and steady tone that it made you only afraid of him even more. “I chopped all his fingers, and he still won’t stop confessing more. Can you believe that?”

“I already forgave him–I already forgave him, John, this wasn’t necessary–”

“It won’t be the same if I’m the one who pulls the trigger now, would it? It wouldn’t be fair, because I’m not the one who suffered under his hands,” John pushed even further, walking back to his original position behind you, gripping your arm and pointing the pistol directly at his head. “If you don’t pull that fucking trigger in the next five second, I’ll let you use a chainsaw to do it and trust me when I say you wouldn’t want it messy.”

You gulped, feeling yourself grow more and more afraid as John stood behind you. He was radiating anger, but he was keeping it at bay, though his swear words might be some of the leakage of his emotions he couldn’t contain any longer.

“I don’t want–don’t make me d-do this, John–”

“One...”

“John, please–”

“Two....” His voice was scary. Deep and level, and the grip on your arm tightened. You felt suffocated.

“I’m gonna throw u-up if I–”

“Three...” He was getting agitated.

The man’s head rose up from his position earlier to meet your eyes, and you swore you felt your stomach churn. His eyes were fucking gone.

The man opened his mouth to speak and a weak voice came. “D-Don’t–”

You pulled the trigger.

“There’s my little bunny.”

You dropped the gun as soon as his brains flew against your face and onto the wall, painting it red. You couldn’t bear to watch any further. You turned with a sob and buried your face in John’s chest, crying hysterically as he soothed you calmly by petting your head.

“Good girl. You did so fucking good, I’m so proud of you.”

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #john wick fanfiction #john wick fanfic #john wick imagine #john wick smut #jw #concept #drabble #ask #ahhhhhhhhhhh #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves smut #keanu reeves imagine #WELL. #my works

[galene-gothic]

How do others perceive you?

☆ 🖇️ 𖥻 ＜꒱                PAID SERVICES

Pile 1

You might be seen as someone who does unpredictable things? They might also perceive you to be someone who doesn't pay much mind to people who like you romantically? I think people perceive you to be someone who takes too much work on their shoulders. Much like a reading I've done in the past, you might end up taking a lot of responsibility because of your inability to share. There's a part of you that's always unseen which makes it difficult for people to fully trust you or predict your actions. People wish you'd participate more in social events so that they could get to know you. Some people might think that you let the opinions of others interfere with your own ambition. You might also be perceived as someone who has really strong beliefs or just isn't open to new ideas, people or beliefs. Somehow, they still see you to be someone hopeful. You might struggle with needless worries. You might be slowly getting out of a period of anxiety. Somehow, you're still seen as someone who is a quick thinker and a master of social skills and connections. People might think that you're finally becoming aware of yourself. You're learning how to focus, little by little. Learning the difference between procrastination and rest is what you're doing as well. Try not to go with the crowd without any personal insight right now. People might think that you aren't very capable of discerning between bad and good at times. You seem to be seen as intimidating and people usually don't know anything about you. You're also seen as someone with a lot of powerful connections.

Pile 2

"Don't do that to me..." and "What are you doing to me?" are coming through very strongly here. Perhaps, a charmer? You have a duality of sexy and cute. I'm getting really strong charm from you, cute and cold? You make people feel really special but they have a hard time trusting you. Some of you might be really pretty when you cry. I'm getting a duality of a warm and cold personality too, it's like you act based on what you feel like that day. You can be really intimidating at times, not gonna lie. Scorpionic/plutonic (extremely intense) gaze? You draw people in like moth to flame. People can't resist you? You might be known as someone who dates a lot or just has an active love life. Venus-pluto aspects might be present here or just very strong pluto or venus in the natal chart. Your eyes look... Stoic? And dead? Yet really soulful. You seem to be someone very impactful too, I'm getting those you are involved with emotionally especially romantically, don't forget you easily. "I'll always love you until the time we die." Ride or die energy. People of your gender might be really envious of you or might make judgements about how condescending you are just by your appearance and the kind of people you're involved with. You might have been attracted to pile 3. I feel like while pile 2 is about how others perceive you and your way of tempting others, pile 3 is about how your romantic interests perceive you.

Pile 3

Pure and cute mermaid energy (not siren.) Much like the last pile, you might be known as a love interest or someone with really impactful love interests? In terms of your own charm, I'm getting you being really loved by people who might be older than you (not in a creepy manner but maybe😃☠️) or somewhat darker than you. Also, you're seen as someone very physically attractive, you might have really pretty hair. Did you recently go to the movies with someone or just watch something with someone? That person might be interested in you in some way or maybe they're just thinking of you. I'm getting some of you being on more of the shorter side or just someone who has something about themselves that entices feelings of protectiveness. People crave your presence around them. I'm getting you manage to finally make people feel something, like supposing someone didn't date in a really long time because they couldn't feel anything with anyone but you do something that makes them feel all giddy and happy, also really uncomfortable yet they crave your presence. I'm getting you being cute but still pretty detached and mysterious, people can make out that you aren't entirely pure but you have a pure charm that might have something more flaky hidden under it. You seem to have good intentions but might have some baggage. You might have been attracted to pile 2 but compared to that pile, you have a softer charm, while they're really femme fatale, you seem to be someone who is femme fatale under the mask of a softer, almost angelic person. I feel like while pile 2 is about how others perceive you and your way of tempting others, this pile is about how your romantic interests perceive you.

#astro notes #astrovations #astrology #astro observations #pick a deck #pick a card #intuitive readings #pick a picture #pick a photo #pick a gif #pick a pile reading #pick a pile #pick a card reading #intuitive #astro community #astro tumblr #astroblr #astrology blog #astrology community #astrology observations #astrology tumblr #sidereal astrology #vedic astrology #pac reading #tarot pick a card #tarot pac #pick an image #tarot cards #free readings #free tarot

[elysia-nsimp]

TWST Headcanons!

Hi everyone! This is the second post in the series where I share with y’all my headcanons for the twst characters.

On todays chopping block, the loves of my life, the fuckers that haunt my every waking moment, the Leech twins!

Alright, let’s get started! There’s a lot to cover, so let’s just touch on physical changes right now.

Both of them look less human, YIPPEE

Their ear fins from their eel forms show even in their more human form. (Floyd’s are broader and face outward, while Jade’s are thinner and face upwards)

Their yellow eye is brighter and constantly gives off a dim light (which gets brighter the darker it is around them)

Their lips and eyelids have a soft teal tint to them

The purple under their eyes is just a lighter variant of their dorm uniform makeup.

Both of them carried over the spots from their eel form in the form of teal freckles across their faces.

Floyd paints his nails! Sometimes Jade does as well.

We don’t really know if it’s canon or not, but the twins have pharyngeal jaws in the back of their throats like real life moray eels.

Great! So what does that all mean?

These changes are actually pretty straight-forward.

The twins revel in freaking people out. Floyd especially doesn’t particularly care how human he looks, so the both of them kind of alter how much of their Be Human medication they take to appear more or less human (they are absolutely not supposed to do this but there’s no major repercussions). All of the physical changes are just bits and pieces of their true forms shining through. They can appear more like they do in canon the higher dosage of their Be Human meds they take.

Any new abilities?

Yes, as a matter of fact! Let’s talk about them!

The twins are sirens, not normal merfolk like Azul. When they sing (genuinely), anyone in earshot will feel compelled to move towards them. They both use this just to mess with people.

Both of them can purr as well, as well as a lot of other more animalistic sounds (ex: tongue clicks either when pleased or in Hunting Mode, they’re very different clicks, a deep growl from the backs of their throats, soft chips when content, even a sound kind of like barking etc etc). These are all things they can do no matter what form they take. Also in Hunting Mode (TM), their pupils get thinner.

The twins are hermaphroditic, like regular eels, meaning they can change their sex.

Other things about merfolk culture that should be noted!

They don’t celebrate the same holidays we do. It’s more seasonal than specific days… except birthdays!

Gift giving is seen as a romantic courting ritual. Be careful when giving the twins gifts, because they might immediately assume it’s romantic unless you state otherwise… Floyd especially.

Biting is TYPICALLY an affectionate show from eelmers, especially if they make an effort to not break any skin. Cheek, hair, and hand biting are more platonic, while shoulder and ear biting are more romantic. Biting can also be a playful gesture (Floyd randomly bites Jade's arm when he's bored, for example)

They speak a whole ass other language in the Coral Sea, so the twins are multilingual.

…I’m not gonna say cannibalism is normalized… but……

Elvers (all children really) often huddle together like otters do to avoid floating away from one another. Most of the time, they have to hide in small holes between rocks if they don't have a structurally sound home to stay in.

Backstory

Wait, this wasn’t in my Jamil post! And correct you are, viewer whom I am 100% projecting onto! Jamil’s backstory didn’t change much, but we don’t really… know much about the twins’ backstory. Because of this… let’s just say I did a lot.

To be fair most of it is in relation to Floyd, rather than Jade, as I worked more on Floyd. A friend of mine does way more with Jade than I do, so assume my comments about Jade are references to that friend.

So I’m not gonna say the twins’ family is running a mafia… but….

Anyway, let’s meet their parents, Hitori and Mirai Leech. Hitori sure wants to be a good father, but he’s… not doing well. Mirai is also trying her best, but she’s doing better. The twins do not appreciate their father, but they love their Momma very much. :)

Eels can have clutches of maybe 10,000 eggs, so… imagine how many siblings they had! Many didn’t even hatch, some died after hatching… some may or may not have been eaten, but then, there were the ones that made it to childhood. There were several, really. More than just the twins.

The Leech family had to move often due to NOT mafia reasons, so they were nearly always on the move from one place to another. During their travels, some elvers would wander off and never return, some were hunted by bigger predators, some even gave themselves up so the rest of the family could eat. Everyone was always sad when they lost another, but it became so normal that the twins grew… mostly numb to it.

Once the family was solidified in one place, and… nearly all of the twins siblings were already gone, the elvers could actually start going to school. While Jade was rather solitary, Floyd was… Floyd, really. Always up and moving, clearly undiagnosed auDHD, unable to fully control his emotions, the whole ordeal. His parents got a LOT of notes from teachers and other staff that he was a PROBLEM at school.

This turned into evening arguments, groundings, lectures, all sorts of things. Floyd hated hearing “why can’t you be calm like your brother?” time and time again. He was trying, but it hurt so bad. It got to the point where Floyd tried to run away, like several siblings before him, on SEVERAL occasions. He was always either found days later, or dejectedly came home, hungry and wanting dinner… Jade worried one day Floyd would leave and never come home, but he always came home somehow.

Of course, the twins met Azul in elementary school and forcibly became friends with him then, but really, he was their only friend.

At one point, late elementary, Floyd had enough of all the nagging because of his behaviour. One day, Floyd just went dead silent. No one could get him to talk. Not his parents, not Jade, not Azul. This lasted YEARS. No one could truly figure out why he did this, as he wouldn’t… yknow. Tell them. Now, only notes of concern for Floyd came in from teachers. With each passing week of no noise from Floyd, everyone grew more and more concerned.

In late middle school, maybe a half a year before the NRC acceptance letter came in, Jade was talking to Floyd, hoping he’d get his brother to snap out of his silence, when Floyd suddenly spoke again. All he said was “Jade, I hate myself.”

It turned into a conversation about Floyd’s mistreatment—how he was jealous that Jade was so seemingly perfect, while he couldn’t do anything right, and how their parents had always wished he was more like Jade… Jade expressed similar feelings of inadequacy, which… turned into both of them crying while hugging the other.

Jade asked Floyd to make him a promise. A promise to never hide who he was, even if others didn’t want to accept it. It hurt more to see him force down every part of himself than anything else… Floyd agreed, saying he’d try.

That brings us to their acceptance at NRC, alongside Azul. Floyd needed a few months in their first year to fully recover from his habits, but without familial pressure to hold him back, he opened back up. That brings us to the Floyd we know and love today. Jade is incredibly proud of Floyd’s progress, actually, but he’s still scared that Floyd may disappear one day and he’ll lose it all.

Haha. Abandonment issues from both of them frfr.

Anyway, that’s the basics of the backstory… mostly from Floyd’s perspective (and off the top of my head). I may add more about Jade’s perspective if I REMEMBER more

Other headcanons

Assorted other stuff, as usual~

While both of the twins go by he/him, neither are cis. Floyd is genderfluid, Jade is agender. Floyd is also pan, while Jade is ace. They joke about how Floyd took all the gender and sexuality in the eggs.

These fuckers EXTREMELY AUTISTIC. Both of them. They’re so autistic it’s unbelievable. Actually they’re both ADHD/ADD as well. And depression

Floyd has BPD.

Concept from twistedblunderhand here on Tumblr, but Floyd especially is understimulated on land due to the lack of water pressure! The pressure gives the feeling of a weighted blanket, so it’s easier to reign in focus when underwater.

Their strand of black hair is actually a hair extension made from their mother’s hair. It’s tradition in her family to give a part of yourself, literally, to loved ones so you can always be with them, even when apart.

Floyd swaps sexes during his afab peers’ time of the month “so they don’t have to feel alone” in the all-boys college. Jade also swaps sexes from time to time for a range of reasons. Both of them hate it when the other does that because their scent changes drastically.

Jade keeps a journal of all his siblings who were lost over the years. Every single entry has their name, the age they were lost, and everything he knows or remembers about them, including any happy memories. The journal is one of his most prized possessions.

Floyd absolutely does not take notes in classes. Instead, his notebooks are full of drawings and sketches. He took up drawing to pass time on land!

The twins are used to being showered in gifts from “family friends” they don’t really care about on their birthday.

Floyd's hugs CAN be deadly, but he has a pretty good sense of his own strength. When hugging people he DOESN'T want to crack the spine of, he's very good at not hugging too tight.

Jade collects shiny trinkets :)

Jade has a major case of golden child syndrome in the worst way possible (for him, that is)

Because of needing to huddle together as elvers, both twins are rather cuddly once they've deemed you trustworthy. It's not a shocker for Floyd, but not many people really think of Jade as a cuddly type.

Also, if the twins like you, they may randomly appear to protect you from the most minor things, as something as simple as a limp or a sore wrist could mean death in the Coral Sea. Just know, if they're overprotective of you, it's likely because they (Floyd especially) have trouble distinguishing what's a major threat verses a minor threat on land.

^ Going off of the above, yes they will back off if you ask them too, but it will make them VERY anxious. If you don't like the overprotectiveness, you may have to assure them you're NOT gonna die from tripping over a rock.

And there you go! May edit to add more if I think of more, but until then, enjoy my headcanons of the Leech twins! BTW, I'm absolutely not demeaning any of the morally grey aspects of either character. Those are absolutely still a part of them, but since that doesn't really change with my AU/headcanons, I don't have much to talk about in regards to that.

#cw: death #LOTS OF IT #I’m so sorry #cw: bullying #cw: depression #twst headcanons #twst floyd leech #twst Floyd #twst jade leech #twst Jade #twst leech twins #i adore these silly guys #my blorbos #silly goofies #sick and twisted silly goofies #fucked up and evil even

[luvtonique]

I suppose considering my last post I should address something.

I'm currently writing "Melodi," and "Foxen," and a lot of people have asked me if there will be "Representation" in those stories.

The answer is, "Not intentionally, no."

I do not write labels, I write characters. I'm sorry, I don't give a flying fuck about representation, I write characters that are important to the story and give them personalities that further the plot.

I love character interactions, I love when characters with heavily different personalities and opinions interact with one another and have disagreements, make stupid decisions, do things that the reader would never do (like "DON'T GO IN THERE" moments).

I also like world-building. I like imagining entire worlds where the governing bodies, the landscape, the whole society is completely different than Earth, especially since I feel very strongly that bringing real-world issues (especially political or ideological) into fictional media completely pulls the viewer out of the fiction.

A story about a fictional world shouldn't be a story about Earth.

Period. I will never change my opinion on that.

It's time to really lay things out here. People have asked me, "Will there be any trans characters in <Melodi/Foxen>?"

The answer is an absolutely resounding, "No. Trans people do not exist in those universes literally at all."

"WHOA, WHAT!? SO YOU'RE JUST ERASING TRANS PEOPLE!?"

No. I'm inventing a world where you can swap your sex by drinking a potion or casting a spell, thus meaning gender dysmorphia would not exist, because if you wanna be a girl you can just snap your fingers or drink a potion. That is not "Erasing Trans People," that is looking realistically at a fictional universe in which we are not born into a body we can't easily change out of.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this but the concept of gender, of culture, of race, of species, are all concepts that exist on Earth, and a fictional world is not required to have any of those things. At all.

Do black people exist in Melodi? Yeah, humans can have darker skin, a lot of them do. Are they a different culture? No. Do they act different? No. Do they look different? Other than the skin color, no. Do they wear their hair different? No.

All of these things are because "Humans" in Melodi's universe are a society obsessed with technology. Humans are the only species with no natural magical affinity, and therefore they put cybernetic bio-chips in their children that give them artificial magic affinity that slowly replaces their circulatory system as they grow up to make them able to cast spells. In Melodi's universe, humans are a society revolving around technological advancements, spellcrafting with their cool digital magic and they've developed kinks and fetishes for people with different cyber wiring patterns in their faces instead of like, "Freckles or no freckles"

There's no Africa or America in Melodi's universe so why would there be African Americans? There's just black humans, who act like all the other humans but have black skin, no cultural differences at all, no racism between them, none of that.

I hate to be the one to break this to all of you but fiction is not real, and as much as you wanna demand it, fiction has no implicit criteria to be realistic or relatable in any way.

And now we get to the elephant in the room, "But Jay, you've said in private that Melodi is a lesbian, isn't that lesbian representation?"

No, that's girls who are attracted to girls existing in a fantasy world where it's extremely possible and reasonable for a girl to sometimes, hear me out, be attracted to girls.

Where gender dysmorphia wouldn't exist because of the immediate ease of access of sex-swapping magics and potions, the same can't be said about a person's attractions. Yes, magic and potions do exist in Melodi's universe that change a person's sexuality, but people still have a sexuality by default.

And here's another elephant, "But Jay, what about racism? Does racism exist in Melodi?"

Yes. Very much so. Melodi takes place in a universe where the different races are fucking vastly different and have extreme cultural differences. EXTREME.

An example: The Feliki do not have familial bonds of any kind and will gladly sell their children to pay their bills. They treat their children, parents, siblings like invaders in their own homes, and will only keep them around if they're useful to the household.

Another example: The Lupos choose a person once a year to be their "Hunt Target" and tell the rest of the world that anyone who interferes with their hunt will be slaughtered, and will spend the year hunting down and murdering their target to have a ritual feast.

A prime example: The Bicci literally need to have sex to live, and when starved will literally sexually assault people out of desperation. This has lead to the Bicci being forced to have partners if they ever leave their city so that they can feed off each other, and they will be arrested and dragged back to their city if they're seen alone outside of it. Bicci are also commonly referred to as rapists by other races.

See, I'm very much of the opinion (and always will be) that fiction is not real, and the more that you demand fiction be real, the less you're demanding fiction and the more you're demanding reality.

The world Melodi is in is a very fucked up world.

You will likely not relate to the characters, you will not see a single transgender character, and you will not see any intentional plot points that relate to anything happening in a socio-political sphere in real life because I'm sorry, but that's not the story I'm writing.

I'm writing a story about a fucked up nightmare world, and in Foxen's case I'm writing a story about a family going on an adventure in a silly world with goats and foxes and magic and candy.

I do not write stories about real life.

I do not write my opinions into metaphors nor use my characters as soapbox puppets to convey my opinions on real-life social matters.

And you will not see intentional representation in my works.

That is final, and I will never, ever, ever change this fact about my works of fiction.

Thank you for reading, hope you're having a great day.

Luv you.

~Jay

[pacifymebby]

Too Close To Heaven / Tommy Shelby

Warnings: reference to character death!! The whole thing revolves around grief.

Reader X John but also Reader X Tommy I guess?

🌛🦢🌜

You stood under a miserable streetlamp in the rain, no umbrella just the raincoat Tommy had brought you so many years before when he'd grown tired of you turning up at the garrison soaked through.

"This is your boyfriend's job really love," that's what he'd told you at the time, his disapproval not quite masked by the teasing. But that boyfriend was long gone now, a faded and inconsequential memory only important in so much as the fact he'd been the one to introduce you to the love of your life, and Tommy didn't need to do things like buy you raincoats or walk you home at the end of the night anymore because you had someone else taking care of you. Someone else loving you, really loving you this time.

Until one fateful night several weeks ago you'd been happy, almost settled down, engaged to be married to the sweetest man, a good man who'd vowed over and over he would love and cherish you until the day he died. I suppose neither of you could have known that day would come so soon.

Now as you stood trembling with despair in the rain, looking across the street at the pub where you'd first met John Shelby you could hardly feel the cold water on your skin. The rain which soaked you to your very bones was nothing in comparison to the chill of knowing you'd never see your love again. Never hold his face in your hands, never hold his warm gaze again. Never shy away from his teasing remarks when he was feeling lackadaisical and romantic.

Even now almost a month since he'd been snatched from you right before your eyes, it was agony. This hollow kind of despair, all consuming. Your breath leaving you at the sight of the warm glow through the condensation clouded window. Breath you couldn't recover.

You felt more alone in the world now than you ever had before. It didn't hurt like a broken heart hurt, didn't hurt but you didn't feel numb either. Those were the two ways you'd have guessed grief might feel. Instead you felt now weak, torn through, like you'd lost a lot of blood.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, there you are..."

Tommy's voice didn't stir you from your still, grieving trance but it did wash over you, breaking through the ringing cold, a little warmth to bring you home.

"What're you doin out here love, come on c'mere," he said gently taking your shoulder in his hand, turning you to him and then, when your eyes showed no sign of recognition, when you remained still and hollowed out in front of him, he drew you into his embrace and held you against his chest, one hand holding your head against him, his chin resting on top of your head as he stroked your sodden hair.

"I'm sorry angel," he said after a long minutes silence the two of you thinking about his younger brother.

He was holding you as if you'd never left. As if it hadn't been weeks since he'd seen you. If you hadn't all but abandoned the family when you'd torn away from the cottage into the woods, your grief overwhelming you. You had been bordering on feral with the agony of your lost hope. John had been your salvation and sanctuary, your world. Watching him fall had been too much. Had driven you beyond the reaches of despair to a place much darker.

But Tommy had see you tear away that day and known what it was inside that had driven you away. He'd felt it before, so many times. That white flash of fear, that all consuming terror. There had been so many times in his life when he'd seen death all around him, so many times he'd fought the urge to run, to disappear completely. To let some dark place swallow him whole.

"I'm sorry Tommy I don't know why I ran I'm..." You started, your voice so flat, so drained of emotion. You were tired and when Tommy hushed you that was why. You were too tired and too cold to do this here. To do this at all.

"Shh now y/n," he said twisting his fingers into your hair, holding you tight and secure against him, "don't need to say a word to me alright, I already understand."

You leant against his chest, listened to the beating of his heart, tried to let his soothing voice do as he wanted it to. But you didn't close your eyes because when you did it was easy to remember John. Easy to imagine it was him holding you like this because he'd held you like that so many times.

"Come now sweetheart," he said softly placing a kiss in your hair, you were more precious to him than he'd ever allowed himself to acknowledge before but tonight he could feel the way your whole being shook with hopelessness and he needed you to feel the love of someone. Even if he couldn't be the man you needed. "Get you home eh, get you warm and dry... You're tired and you need your rest..."

"I'm not Tommy," you said shaking your head, stepping back and away from him, turning to the Garrison again, the warm light catching in your dry eyes. Even here, even standing outside that pub where you'd spent so many momentous evenings, even here you couldn't bring yourself to cry.

"Yes," he said with a little sigh, "you are."

When you tried to protest again he raised his finger to your lips, catching a drop of rain as he pressed them shut.

You didn't deserve this. You were certain of that fact. Tommy's gentle way with you was almost disturbing for it. The way he held you so carefully, the way he was looking at you so tenderly. His usually cold eyes doing their best to keep you both warm.

"C'mon sweetheart, let me take you home..." He said his voice quiet, almost drowned out by the rain as the weather worsened and you felt every fat droplet hit your head like hail.

He tucked you under his arm as he walked you to a car parked on the next street, opening the passenger door for you. When you stopped, a little wary still of his kindness he only repeated himself.

"Let me take you home."

He nodded to the car once more and when you sat down he bent down to you, his fingers pushing your hair from your eyes, his knuckles warm against your icy skin. He reached over you for the seatbelt and buckled it without a word, checking to make sure your hands weren't near the door before he closed it and walked to the driver's side.

You sat there in the dark listening to the rain. Waiting for something to happen. For his demeanour to change. For the punishment you knew you were due and deserved. The rain hammered down on the roof, the bad weather closing in on you in the middle of the night. Anyone else would believe it to be a bad omen but there'd been no omen to warn you of John's cruel fate and so you didn't believe in signs anymore. Didn't believe in anything anymore.

When Tommy shut the door the echo bounced off the walls of the houses and shocked you. The flinch didn't escape him and his mumbled apology was just as gentle as anything else he'd said you since he'd found you outside the Garrison.

The sound of the engine made you jump too and Tommy began to realise that perhaps you weren't as "calm" as you appeared to be on the outside. That distant look which clouded your eyes. He knew what was wrong.

You'd fled the scene of John's murder that day, you'd torn away through the field into the woods but your mind had remained standing in the drive, watching as he fell, keening for the loss of the dearest man you'd ever known. You weren't so far away after all.

"Sorry angel," he said, "I'll drive careful, no more bumps," he promised solemnly, understanding now that he was talking to himself. That you might have been there sitting beside him in the car, that Isaiah might have seen you shivering alone outside the Garrison when he'd made that call to Tommy to tell him you were back, but you weren't really there and you weren't really there with him now either.

As he drove you to his house he wondered how many times you'd replayed the scene, how many times it had come back to you almost like a dream but far more immediate, crystal clear. Real.

He thought of the children at home, your children who he had taken in and tried his best to make a home for. The children he'd told Charlie were his brothers and sisters now. The children he'd not been able to answer when they'd asked where their mother had gone. He wondered what you must think of yourself for having fled without them. How much it would hurt you when you realised everything you'd done. But now wasn't the time for laying the blame at anyone's door. Tommy understood you, he knew why you'd done as you'd done.

And though he wanted so desperately to offer you comfort, to tell you that he understood everything, that you needed worry whether the family could ever forgive you because in his eyes there was nothing to forgive, he also knew when was the time for silence. That now was the time for quiet, for nestling into trusted company. There was nothing he could say to you now that would make this any less painful so he drove you home in silence, wondering whether you would ever be able to look at his house as your home.

When he pulled up in the drive the windows of Arrow House were dark, curtains drawn, fires put out. All quiet, all calm. Unsuspecting dwellers tucked up asleep in their beds. It was the best he could have hoped for, to be alone with you, to hold you close.

"Welcome home love," he said with a sigh as he took your hand and helped you out of the car and into the rain. His self aware, sadly bitter smirk not lost on you as you looked over his shoulder at the looming structure behind him. Behind you the gardens stretched far into the darkness, in front of you Arrow House stood like a monster towering over you, big black eyes glaring at you, the woman who fled.

"C'mon inside out of the rain," said Tommy tugging you into his side, arm around your shoulder protectively as if he could sense your distrust for the bones of even the building itself. "Know you've been scared love but you don't need to be scared anymore..." He added, his voice quiet and low in your ear as he bowed his head to talk to you, “you're safe with me sweetheart I promise."

And though you were still so uncertain that anyone could ever forgive you for what you'd done you felt a little less scared tucked under the older man's arm.

Inside the house was warm and dry and though it probably should have made you feel better it only made you feel all the colder. Made you feel the chill which gripped your spine and left you shivering uncontrollably.

You gazed around at the shadowy hall, the beauty of it, it's delicate details so familiar to you, taking you back to all those other times you'd stood in this very spot tucked beneath someone else's arm, a littlen on your hip, two more at your feet, another already running riot with little Charlie and Karl. The memory was of the Christmas gone by. The whole family had gathered and there'd been no fuckin fighting. It had been a joyous occasion and only now that you were stood there again did it really hit you. You'd probably never feel that kind of peace again.

When you crumbled beneath him, your body shivering with a sudden weakness before you collapsed at his feet keeled over, grief strangling you on the floor Tommy looked down at you with a pensive sorrow. He knew he couldn't reach you in the depths of your keening grief. He also knew it could only be a good thing that it had hit you now.

At least if you were crying it was because you'd finally been dragged away from the horror of that morning.

He crouched by your curled up body and rested a gentle palm on your back. For a moment he was still, listening to your crying, feeling his throat tighten with a grief of his own. Swallowing it down for your sake.

"Come on now sweetheart, not here eh, not like this," he said softly, rubbing his hands over your shoulders to thaw you out, "up you get angel, c'mon up you get," he said helping you to stand, taking the weight of you when your knees gave out and he felt you tremble unsteady beneath him once again.

It hurt so much now, hurt all over the cruel wave of despair which had gagged you so suddenly when that warm memory had played out in the dark around you.

"I can't do it Tommy," you shook, choking on the words as you said them, unsure whether you meant climbing the stairs to bed or living every day for the rest of your life without John. "I... C, can't..." The words caught in your throat and you coughed through your tears, squeezing your eyes shut as you folded once more, unable to hold yourself up right, barely able to breath as you trembled at the bottom of the stairs.

But when you keeled over again Tommy caught you drawing your body in tight against him, his arms encasing you, holding you secure to his chest as he lifted you up off your feet and cradle carried you up the stairs himself.

"I know angel, I know," he sighed his heart blackened by the hopelessness which left you limp and sobbing in his arms.

"But you're home now eh love, back where you belong and in the morning that rains gonna stop yeah, you're gonna see blue skies through the window and although they won't bring him back, knowing that won't hurt you then as much as it does now..." He said quietly, speaking slowly, carefully. Tenderly.

You listened, your tremors exhausting you but never themselves as you clutched at his shirt and sobbed into the places the weather had already soaked through.

"I can't do it," you cried, unable to control your voice as you sniffled and clutched at him. When Isaiah had called him Tommy had made a decision on the spot, to be the tree that rooted you, someone steady and dependable for you to lean on, rest against. Unwavering and faithful. As you clutched at his shirt he reminded himself of that promise and told you of it too.

"Course not," he said softly, "course not angel but you don't have to," he seemed to understand even if you couldn't and as he reached one hand for the bedroom door the other squeezed you closer to him still.

He didn't have a girl of his own anymore but he had loved someone once as good and as much as John had loved you and so he knew that John would have wanted you to be taken care of. That he wouldn't have wanted you left to fend for yourself, never to know comfort again. It was why he thought nothing of placing you down in his armchair beside his bed. It was why he didn't think twice about taking his pyjamas from the draw and laying them out for you.

"You don't have to," he said again kneeling at your feet, taking your hands in his and resting them in your lap. You were soaked to the bone, a ghostly waif with all the life, all the worlds goodness drained from your hollow cheeks. You needed someone to look after you, he was determined you wouldn't have to do any of this alone. "Told you didn't I sweetheart, you're home now, where you belong, I'm not gonna leave you on your own y/n, you're not gonna do this by yourself."

You looked down at him through watery eyes, sniffling, trying to calm yourself, trying to get a grip, to play the stoic you knew the other Shelby women had long since mastered.

But when Tommy looked up at you with his blue eyes you were reminded again of John's, of how glassy and empty they'd been when the light had left them. When you'd keeled over his body screaming into his wounds.

So the tears shook you again, your body convulsing with the effort of your fight against them. You snatched your hands from Tommy's and buried your face into your palms,gasping for breath between mournful cries saying again and again, "I can't, I can't..." Until Tommy sighed and stood up.

You felt his hands on top of yours as he stood,his palms resting on your knuckles as his gentle touch caressed and then drew your hands away.

"Stand up now love c'mere,"

You looked up at him uncertainly but did as you were told, aware more than anything that his being good to you did not have to last. It certainly wasn't deserved.

"Sorry Tommy," you sniffled unable to look him in the eyes,shying from him like a wounded animal.

"Shh," he said with a small smile, his finger to his lips as for a second his eyes lit with subdued mirth, "you're gonna freeze if you don't get dry," he said nodding to the pyjamas on his bed, "I'll wait for you outside, call me in when you're..." He trailed off when he saw the whites of your eyes. When you shook your head your fear wild and sudden. You couldn't understand the urgency which choked you then but you knew in the cavern of your chest that you couldn't let him leave you alone. Couldn't watch him close that door on you.

"Please don't," your words fell out before you could catch them, your eyes wide, startled by your own outburst but Tommy didn't seem surprised. Instead he nodded and helped you to your feet.

"I'll cover my eyes," he said swapping places with you, eyes closed behind his hands as he leant forward,elbows sinking into his knees when he sat down.

For a moment you stood still, blinking back at him uncertain what to do, the gravity of the moment hitting you. You'd held his dying brother, your fiance, in your arms and now you were going to undress meters away from him. Even if he did have his eyes closed it wasn't right. It was scandalous, shameful. Even if it was innocent. This wasn't the kind of thing that could ever be done innocently.

"Sweetheart," sighed Tommy, his voice thick with the sleep he so desperately needed after weeks of endless waking nights, "you're going to catch a chill."

"S, sorry Tommy..." You said your breath shaking as you turned away from him and to the bed. You were aware that even if his eyes weren't on you he was listening to you. That he could hear your every movement. That he would hear when your sodden dress hit the floor in a heap. That he would know when you'd stepped out of your underwear and were drying yourself with the towel he'd placed out for you.

"S'alright y/n," he said understanding your hesitance, "don't think about it eh, just get yourself dry, ain't no shame in getting dry an warmin up..." And though he was right you knew that in this case he was stretching the truth beyond recognition. There was shame in this you were certain.

So as you stepped out of your dress and let it fall heavy in a heap about your ankles your cheeks flushed and you stole a timid glance at Tommy. But the older man was sitting still in just the same position as he had been before. Eyes closed.

So you turned quietly back to the bed and picked up his pyjamas, the plaid trousers far too big for you as you stepped into them, your feet treading on the hem almost tripping you over. The long sleeve white top was very much the same and when you said Tommy's name and he looked up, saw you standing there with his sleeves hanging limp over your hands he smirked. You really were smaller than he'd thought. It reminded him just how young you were, much younger than him and far far too young to know this kind of sorrow. This kind of gut wrenching loss.

No wonder you'd run away.

"Better?" He asked, his small smile growing to a happier one when you nodded, your small voice shivering through a sniffled out thank you.

"Good," he said watching the quiet tear which rolled from your eyelash to your cheek and then chin.

"Alright then," he said standing up approaching you carefully, this the most delicate of moments. "Alright then angel," he said catching your elbow in his hand,standing over you looking down at your tired eyes, "this is good, you look warmer already," he said with a gentle smile, wanting to coax one from you but knowing that would take some time.

"I won't sleep," you said quietly, guilty. He was stood so close to you, holding you in his hands, his body standing over yours shielding you from everything. His the warmest shadow you could have hoped for. But you shouldn't have been able to take that kind of comfort from him. Shouldn't have felt yourself soften beneath his touch. Shouldn't have been so easily calmed by his voice no matter how gentle and tender he was.

"No love," he said, "maybe not."

"I can't do it," you said your voice beginning to tremble once more, a fresh wave of tears gathering, your body beginning to shake with sorrow all over again. You felt the squeeze of grief around your chest, felt your lungs struggling for air again but when you looked up at Tommy desperation in your eyes he just bowed his head, his lips skimming your head.

"C'mon now t/n we'll have none of that," he said softly guiding you back a pace towards the bed, sitting down on the edge and tugging on your hand to pull you down gently beside him.

"Now, I know how much it hurts sweetheart," he said shifting to lean back against the pillows, one leg crossed over the other as he looked back at you still holding your hand, "And in the morning you can cry all you want to eh, we'll spend the whole day weeping for him alright," he said squeezing your hand as he guided you down to lie with your head on his chest, holding your body in his arms as carefully as he could.

He wasn't quite shy about it, just delicate. Held you as if he was looking after something very precious, for someone very precious. And he was.

"But right now I want you to lay down that weary little head alright, an I wanna see you sleeping..."

As he shifted you in his arms to get you comfortable it was John he thought of once more. His little brother, the man you loved... Tommy had always thought you were something special, he'd always been a little envious of his brother when he'd seen how happy he made you. He'd always wondered what it would be like to hold you the way he was holding you now but he'd never imagined it to be as painful as this. Unfathomably melancholic as he felt then splitting your hair down the center with one lazy finger, the other hand stroking gently over your back.

He listened to your breathing shaking and shivering until finally you began to settle. Your exhaustion overwhelming you, the sanctuary of his warm arms giving you a safe place to rest so that for the first time since that dreadful morning you felt safe enough to close your eyes. For the first time you weren't scared that when you opened them again you'd be back there, gravel and dirt cutting your knees as you clutched at your dead fiance and screamed into his still bleeding chest.

You closed your eyes and lay quite still, head moving with the rise and fall of Tommy's chest, his own breaths slow and steady. You tried to focus on breathing in time with him and the longer you lay there the calmer you felt. The warmer too.

His fingers moved delicately through your hair as he talked quietly to you, his mumble soft and comforting in the low lamplight of his bedroom approaching midnight.

"I know that ache you're feelin sweetheart, I understand why you did what you did alright, why you ran away... I don't blame you angel, don't blame you at all... been so many times I've wanted to do the same..." He said running the backs of his fingers down your spine, the familiar cotton of his shirt making him feel at home with you in his arms. He knew he should have felt guilty for holding you like that, he knew you'd feel guilty for allowing yourself to be held, but you needed him and, if he was being honest he needed you too.

"You and John were pure, very few people ever know love like that, so very few people know what it feels like when you lose it..." He said, "that kinda sorrow gets inside you an hollows you out doesn't it sweetheart... got plenty of those dark places inside me too, know what it feels like... know you feel like you ain't gonna make it through the night but you will..." He leant his head back against the pillows and fixed his eyes on the ceiling thinking of his brother. Wondering if there was a heaven and if John had made it through the gates, if he was looking down on you then, if he was glad Tommy was looking out for you or if he wanted to come back down to earth and slit his throat for laying a finger on his girl.

So be it, he thought, come back and cut me John Boy, if that's what it takes to bring you back.

"Know you're looking at your heart an you're callin it black but it ain't alright sweetheart, it's like Icarus," he said watching your eyes which were watching his, looking up at him so dependently, "you got too close to heaven darlin that's all," he said finger stroking your cheek,his touch delicate as he bowed his head to kiss your forehead.

In the morning there would be time to cry with you, to grieve with you but for now he knew you needed to sleep and so did he. You were home now, safe and sound, back where you belonged. For now that had to do and it would. For now, as guilty as you both might have felt, there was nothing to be done but hold onto one another.

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[blueraineshadows]

Fire and Longing

SebastianxMc: Fluff with a pinch of spice

MC finished washing her hands and gazed at her reflection in the mirror of the girls bathroom. She remembered her first night in the castle, how nervous she had been, how eager she had been to fit in and prove herself. So much had happened since then. She wondered if she looked different. She turned her face to one side then the other, her eyes remaining fixed on her image. Her face was slimmer, her hair longer, and her eyes...they held darker secrets now, dark horrors best left unspoken, grief lurked in the depths and sometimes the darkness escaped.

But, there were also other things to feel warm about. Friendships, abilities learned, a place that now felt like home after 18 months of lessons, adventures and exploring. She wouldn't trade a moment of it, good or bad. A small smile tugged at her mouth.

Returning to the common room, MC felt the familiar comfort of the room wrap around her. It was late, the windows muted with the dark waters of the black lake, a fire crackled in the hearth. It was the best time of the day to be here when most of the students were in their beds.

But not them. After dark had become an unspoken time just for them.

Sebastian was sprawled on one of the sofas near the fire, his nose buried in a book as usual, no tie and his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. MC tapped his feet and he barely flicked his eyes her way as he scooted them backwards, bending his legs to allow her to sit. She picked her own book back up, curling her legs under her and settled to continue reading. The crackle of the fire, the soft swish of pages turning filled the silence, and MC was perfectly content to be here with one of her favourite humans.

She slid a sideways glance towards Sebastian. His hair was ruffled as if he had been running his hands through it, she wondered if it was as soft as it looked and bit her lip as she imagined it. His long fingers held his book, fingers she knew had calluses on them from the few times he had held her own hands. She watched as his lovely brown eyes scanned the page he was reading, a crease appearing on his brow when he read something particularly interesting. She could watch him like this for hours. He was ridiculously distracting and she scolded herself for being a fluffy headed fool. They were friends.

"You're staring," he chided gently. His eyes never left the page. "You have a terrible habit of doing that you know."

MC felt warmth creep into her cheeks but a playful smirk teased her mouth. "I thought you liked it when young ladies admire you, especially when your little fan club are cheering you on at Crossed Wands."

His lips twitched but he kept his eyes on his book and flipped the page. "You're not jealous are you, MC?"

MC grinned. She loved their teasing moments and was more than ready to play. "And if I was?"

His gaze finally lifted to hers, curious. "You're not seriously jealous of some giggling 3rd years?"

She shrugged. "Were you not jealous when Garreth asked me to attend the Festival of Lights with him?"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly. "That's different."

"I still haven't answered him you know, and I really ought to. Its not good manners, especially when he was such a gentleman when he asked me."

"Are you going to say yes?"

MC made a show of looking thoughtful. "He is quite handsome I suppose, and funny. He knows how to make me laugh."

"But he is a bloody Gryffindor!"

MC huffed a laugh. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Everything," he growled. "And anyway, I don't like the way he looks at you."

"Oh, and how is that?" MC closed her book and placed it on the low table beside them. "How does he look at me?"

"Lets just say there is nothing gentlemanly about the way he eyeballs you," Sebastian grumbled. He shifted up into a sitting position facing her.

"Really? Hmm, interesting," MC said. She took a lock of hair and began to twirl it in her fingers.

Sebastian snapped his book closed. "Interesting how?"

"Well, you know," she said pretending to be shy. "A girl has needs after all..."

His gape was glorious. "You wouldn't!"

MC shrugged, a giggle bubbling up through her lips. "Of course not. At least, not on a first date."

Sebastian eyed her dangerously, discarding his book to one side. "So, what are these needs a girl has to ease so desperately?"

MC felt her heart stutter and then pick up pace as he leaned forward, elbow on his knee and his fist supporting his chin. His eyes were fixed on hers, curious and glinting with dangerous mischief. He was trying to fluster her and it was damn well starting to work. Well, she could play dangerous too. A thrill sparked through her at the thought.

"I thought a man as wise as yourself would be fully aware of such things," she said.

His eyebrows lifted playfully. "Remind me," he said softly.

Merlin, he had such a tempting mouth, full lips with the perfect curve to the top lip. Her eyes lingered there, her tongue flicking out to slide across her bottom lip. He watched the movement.

"Kisses," she blurted. "None of that back of the hand business either. Proper kisses, full of fire and longing."

His eyes gleamed. "Go on..."

MC found that her chest was struggling to get air in fast enough and she took a deeper breath, her pulse a delicate flutter in her neck. "Um, touch," she said. Her eyes sliding to look at his fingers. He followed her gaze and held his hand out in front of her, palm up. With a raised brow he whispered darkly. "Show me."

Her gaze flew back to his eyes. "Sh-show you?"

He nodded, the curve of his mouth devastating. She almost gulped. This was a whole new level of teasing and she wondered if perhaps she had pushed a bit too far. But then her eyes dropped back to his hand, those slightly curved, outstretched fingers, and she wondered how they would feel tracing across her skin. Fire bloomed in her belly, spreading out and pooling between her thighs. Merlin, she craved it, craved his touch in a way that went far beyond their usual friendly contact. And why shouldn't she take it? They were old enough to know their own minds, and they had shared more in the 18 months they had known each other than most people shared in a whole lifetime.

Nobody knew her like Sebastian Sallow did.

But she wanted more. So, she reached out and touched her fingertips to his, sliding them delicately along the length of his fingers to trail softly over the palm of his hand. The touch was like a million sparking lights were blazing from his skin to hers. As her fingers grazed towards his wrist, his fingers clasped her hand tightly.

"That tickles," he smirked. His voice sounded a little strained. She stared at him. His pupils were dilated, golden flickers of firelight dancing in their depths.

She swallowed. "Did you not like it? I can stop."

"Don't stop," he said. "May I touch you?"

MC was sure her breaths were too loud and she tried not to tremble as she scooted a little closer towards him, hardly believing this was happening. She guided his hand towards her and placed it against her cheek. His gaze softened and her lips parted as his fingertips brushed against tendrils of hair and the shell of her ear. With agonising slowness he traced along her jaw to her chin, sliding upwards to brush against her lips. Instinct took over. She pressed her lips to his finger tips and he dragged downwards, tugging at her bottom lip, rolling it outwards. Her breathing hitched and his eyes blazed.

"Kisses full of fire and longing you say?" His voice was a husky murmur and all she could do was nod.

He closed the gap, his mouth claiming hers in a soft kiss. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she was all his. He kissed her top lip, then the bottom, sliding his tongue against it before tugging at it with his teeth. A soft moan escaped her, lips parting with burning want and his tongue swept in to find hers.

At last, she slid longing fingers into his thick, tousled hair, and it was every bit as soft as it looked. She dragged her fingers across his scalp and a small sound rumbled in his throat. The ache between her thighs flared and she tried to move even closer towards him. Sebastian was more than happy to oblige, tugging her up onto his lap, his hands gripping her hips.

It was almost overwhelming to feel this much and at such close proximity. Heart hammering, pulse racing and a burn in her loins that left her trembling with want, she shifted a little on his lap. He gasped and dragged his mouth from hers, both of them panting as they pressed their foreheads against each other.

"Forgive me," he gasped. "Forgive me if I went too far."

"No, no, Sebastian, not at all," she breathed. She took his face in her hands. "I...I was the one who teased you so. What must you think of me!"

One of her hands fluttered to her mouth, she was flustered and it was not a feeling she was used to. She had got rather carried away with herself.

Sebastian took her hand from her mouth and pressed a kiss into the palm. Her heart stuttered. "I think you are, by far, the most beautiful girl I have ever met," he said. He gazed at her, his eyes dropping to her kiss swollen lips. "Was that your first kiss?"

She nodded, blushing.

"And you let me have that honour?" He looked surprised, but his lips began to curve upwards.

She held his hand tightly, her face earnest. "Who else but you, Sebastian?"

His head titled slightly, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. "Not Weasley then?"

She smothered a giggle. "I am sure Garreth is a perfectly capable kisser, but I don't think he is the one for me."

A look of uncertainty flickered across his features, a small crease appeared between his brows. "And I am?"

Her heart squeezed. For all his swagger and sass, underneath he was much softer and vulnerable than he would ever let most people see. MC smoothed delicate fingertips across his brow and down to his jaw as if to caress his worry away. The pad of her thumb brushed his lower lip, still damp from their kiss. "You, Sebastian Sallow, are more than enough for me. If you'll have me, of course."

His grip on her tightened, tugging her even closer. His mouth was a whisper from hers, hungry. "How did I get so bloody lucky," he whispered. "I do not deserve you."

MC smiled and pressed soft kisses across his mouth. "Well, you have me, I am yours," she whispered back. "Forever."

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #mc x sebastian sallow #slytherin mc

[naynah-pinsence]

W.I.T.C.H. redesigns

Like with my Winx redesigns, I mostly browsed the wiki and blended my favorite design elements together lol.

I did end up using more New Power elements in the 1st forms, and the original designs in the 2nd forms. Idk knowing that the girls got to cover up more as they grew up instead of covering up more as kids....not a huge fan.

Overall: Guardians got color-coded wings. I really really like the og wing shapes, but the color-coding feels more classic magical girl to me so. I did use the shoe-less element from the reboot in the 2nd form. Bare feet feels more spiritual/magical imo. I actually like that part of the reboot design! Same with the element icons. 1st forms get more of the urban part of the urban fantasy look. Comfy tennis shoes for all. 2nd form gets gold accessories. 2nd form's main colors are the darker sub colors of the og. 2nd form socks are gradients instead of striped 2 tone. Normal clothes are mostly the og 2000s look. Idk I think that Will's technomancy is less impressive if Siri exists lol.

Elyon: I used Elyon's reboot hair texture. I always thought that between the color and texture of og Elyon's hair that it looked like straw? She's got a "chubby" body. I use "" bc she looks average, but would be considered chubby?

Will: If Disney owns these girls then Will gets a Kermit shirt. Since she's a tomboy, both of her guardian forms get shorts. 1st form gets a hood. Her hair gets some of her mother's waves. Normal hair does the emo hide-the-eye thing: really lean into her angst. In both guardian forms her hair does not change length. The short hair is truly her. Her bangs get the og treatment, and some hair gets tucked behind her left ear. The heart gets absorbed into Will in guardian form: she can still use it, it just isn't physically there in guardian form.

Irma: Dresses like she's an extra on Hannah Montana. It feels right. Her guardian hair gets space buns bc sometimes in her civilian forms she wore them, and I think she looks cute in them. Her 1st form is has heavy insp from Cassidy's guardian form. I just like the top better lol. Since Will lost the og little heart on her skirt, I gave it to Irma. It feels more Irma anyway imo. Irma also gets a chubbier body type.

Taranee: I love og Taranee's civilian form. I love her clothes, I love her hair, I love the hair beads, man og Tarnee's look is so chef's kiss to me. So I really didn't change anything. I have never once in my life understood what in the world og guardian Taranee's hair was supposed to be! In og New Power, she gets dreds, but keeps her 1st form hair too???? Dreds was my only guess as to what those were supposed to be, but with NP's hair having both, I don't think they were dreds??? And they don't look like the way that braids/hair twists are drawn in the comic (og Elyon has hair twists? Or at least I've interpreted that style as twists rather than braids?). So that plus how much I love civilian Taranee's hair, 1st form gets the civilian hair. She looses the beads, but gets a a wrap colored with the gradient of the purple-teal. 2nd form gets braids with gold accessories. I always felt like Taranee's og guardian forms seemed less designed than the others bc there were no swirly designs?? I mean, she gets a small heart on her collar, but that was taken off in the animated series probably for animation reasons. I actually like the triangle cut-out instead of the heart bc of fire's triangle icon, so I used that. I did take the waistline from Cornelia's skirt (my personal favorite waistline) and gave it it her shorts. She gets long sleeves in the 1st form. I just think it looks nicer than the sleeveless look in this design.

Cornelia: Both guardian forms get longer hair. 1st form gets a choker necklace. She looses the long sleeves and gets sleeves. Looking at og Cornelia and Irma's 1st forms, Cornelia's feels like a more elegant version of Irma's, so I wanted to keep that element in a way. Her skirt waistline gets turned to become the hem of the top. Her 2nd form keeps the og collar, but her top is inspired from comic Halinor's 1 sleeve shirt: Cornelia's top is 1 sleeved with a long glove.

Hay Lin: She gets braids in both forms. Like with Irma, sometimes she wears braids in civilian form, and I think it's cute. 2nd form gets two braids combined into a single one in the back, letting the rest of her hair blow free in the wind. She also gets sleeves in both forms for max blowing-in-the-wind factor, plus I wanted at least 2 members to have bell sleeves. 1st form gets NP Irma's top with an edited neckline. 2nd form gets the heart waistline, a lengthened skirt, and a choker necklace. Her civilian form looses the goggles, replaced with purple jelly sunglasses.

#my art #w.i.t.c.h. #w.i.t.c.h. elyon #w.i.t.c.h. will #w.i.t.c.h. irma #w.i.t.c.h. taranee #w.i.t.c.h. cornelia #w.i.t.c.h. hay lin

[sa1808fi]

I don’t think this has been mentioned, but has anyone thought about the way Rex and his ‘tough’ aesthetic kind of contrasts with Apocalypseburg's ideas on what being tough look and act like?

Like if you compare the two, there is a big difference in the way the two look, and I guess act as well.

With the Apocalypseburgers, they mostly stick to a brown color palette, and kind of have a steampunk/gangster vibe to them? (I don't know how to describe it). They also don't seem to look as 'cleaned' up, more like trying to show off their supposed toughness by looking all roughed up and like they've been in a fight (tbh they probably were).

Rex also goes along with the darker aesthetic (Since that's basically the stereotype for toughness), but less of the exaggerated rough dirtiness the Apocalypseburgers have, and edging more onto the sleek and sci-fi side. The dark blue and bright green accents also contribute to it, making him seem much more cleaned up (and I guess futuristic?(ha)) compared to the Apocalypseburgers.

I guess the way Apocalypseburg do their hair is also really distinctive. It kinda has a punk rock feel to it? Mohawks, tied up, or just long and messy (I could be leaving some out but that's the general ~vibe~).

Not too sure how to describe Rex and his hairstyle, because I would assume it's something that (If we're talking real-world rules) he would have to grow out from his 'Emmet' hairstyle, and it's a lot more -I wanna say- fluffy?

Apocalyspseburgers also have-like- an excessive amount of accessories, with all the heavy metal shoulder pads, spikes, or metal accents to their clothes. It gets just a bit obnoxious at times like they're trying just a bit too hard to fit in (But it works anyway). And besides, that makes it hard to do things sometimes because of the overwhelming amount of just straight-up metal on them at all times.

Rex... see for him I like to think that he has an absurd amount of weapons on his person, but he hides them well so you don't really notice them unless you know where they are (It's like that Lego Batman scene where Batman just pulls out a whole ass bazooka when going through security check), and he just has the most random things that actually end up being really useful (Plot device, also... a lot like Emmet). So he doesn't have as many accessories as an Apocalypseburgian, but still has a few things here and there.

I guess in the end it's really just Rex wanting to develop that tough personality that he was pushed into, but in a way that still sets him apart from Apocalypseburg since he has so many bad memories and experiences in that place (Also he just straight up hates all of them).

#rex dangervest #the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #lego movie #lego movie 2 #DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?? #DO-DO YOU GET THE VIBES #just a bit of an observation #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #the joy of posting it #I might expand on this a bit more #who knows #saffi's rambles

[madame-mortician]

Analysis of Maria's outfit (In Silent Hill 2)

Maria's design in Silent Hill 2 consists of a maroon/magenta cardigan, a pink leopard print skirt, long brown boots and a leopard print choker that matches her skirt. She also wears a golden belt with coins hanging off, and her choker has a matching coin dangling on her neck. She wears golden rings and her hair is bleached blonde, with pink tips and her natural brown roots growing back in.

Maria visually looks similar to James' late wife Mary, with only her outfit and hair being different. Despite the clear difference in style, Maria's outfit is visually similar to Mary's. Both are pink, but Mary wears lighter colours whilst Maria wears darker shades. Both include button-up cardigans, but Mary's is layered over her white dress, whilst Maria is wearing it as her shirt. Both are in patterned skirts, but Mary has flowers on her dress whilst Maria has an animal print. Both are wearing rings but Mary is wearing her wedding ring, whilst Maria is just wearing trendy jewellery. Both are in heels but Mary is in white pumps and Maria is in brown boots.

I believe this was intentional, used as a way to clearly connect Maria to Mary in other ways besides facial features, but also not make her look too much like Mary that you can't tell her apart. Everything different between Mary and Maria's designs says a lot about them too. Maria wears darker, more revealing clothes as she does work as a dancer at a Strip club. Mary dresses more modestly and shows very little skin. This makes a clear contrast between the two, and in the context of the story, it makes sense that Silent Hill would manifest a version of his wife that dresses "hotter" as he was going through sexual frustration during the events of the game. Mary dresses like a grandmother, and whilst it may very well just be her fashion sense, it does convey the feeling that James might not have seen her as young and hot anymore, and her sickness ruining her physical appearance surely didn't help James' feelings.

It can also be stated that Maria's outfit is very... unnatural. Sure it's not uncommon to see people wearing immodest clothing, especially somebody who literally works at a nightclub, but even so, the way Maria dresses feels like a caricature of somebody who works at a nightclub and not an actual woman you'd see out and about. Her outfit is very non-casual and I could not see somebody going to the store like that, especially in the 90s. Her outfit being so stylised and unnatural could be seen as intentional, as the town created her to invoke James' idealised version of Mary, perhaps to an extreme attempt. James wanted his wife to dress more sexually? Well here's a hot version of your wife wearing a themed pink leopard print fit. Her outfit really gives the feeling of uncanny valley as again, it's not like people don't wear sexy outfits when they're out and about, but Maria's is so exaggerated that it evokes the feeling of an AI creating what they think is a casual, sexy fit and not a natural outfit created by a woman trying to look sexy if that makes any sense.

I also want to mention her hair. Mary's hair is bleached and she isn't a natural blonde as evidenced by her dark roots coming back. It's odd that a fake person, clearly supposed to be blonde, intentionally has her natural hair showing. Couldn't the town just not give her roots and give the illusion that Maria is a blonde? I think the reason she has her natural hair growing back is to show that is more alike to Mary than it might seem, and to trick James into thinking she is Mary. If she just had blonde hair, it would be assumed she's a natural blonde but the fact we see her roots prove she is actually a brunette, just like Mary.

#silent hill 2 #silent hill #maria silent hill

[sunsetzer]

Assorted FFVI headcanons because these blorbos live in my head rent free: Edgar edition

- He became king at 17 and had to keep up an alliance with the people who killed his father alone for ten years, this man absolutely has anxiety

- Is used to suppressing said anxiety because he has to be dependable

- Definitely had a breakdown at some point in front of his friends and felt mortified; his friends don't judge him for it

- Workaholic- buries himself in his duties so he doesn't have to think about his feelings

- Tinkering as a means of comforting himself

- Actually quite the artist, especially sketching plans for machines, totally has a little notebook somewhere with rough sketches of various things and people he's encountered, Relm finds it at some point

- Doesn't hate kids but really also has no idea what to do with them if he's asked to watch them, will agree anyway (especially if it's for Terra)

- Always forgets to drink enough water

- Used to both hot and cold weather since he lives in a desert

- Outfit covers his whole body to protect from the sun but is very breathable so he's not overheating

- More of a survivalist than you'd expect him to be, especially knows a lot about the desert

- Can MacGyver the most seemingly unrelated useless objects into something useful

- The constant skirt chasing and flirting is intentionally exaggerated and he is not actually Like That to the level it seems

- Very bisexual, definitely has/had a thing with Locke or Setzer or both and also has a thing for Terra (good thing he's got two hands!)

- 100% would be down for polygamy

- Blonde hair is weird for a desert dwelling people with darker skin (related: I just cannot picture the figabros as white, they would burn so bad in the desert) but it's a Figaro royal family thing and of course Edgar is proud of it and vehemently refuses to cut it at all, impracticality be damned

- Uses some kind of special conditioner so even though the desert is hot and dry, his hair is very soft and shiny

- Figaro's native dishes can be notoriously spicy so the twins have a high spice tolerance

- Edgar absolutely deliberately chooses the spiciest dishes his country has to offer when entertaining fellow politicians he does not like, and his guests can't really complain because spices are one of those things that mean status and whatnot, so refusing a spicy meal is like slapping Edgar in the face, so he's just sitting there having a nice time and the other guy is internally on fire (yes he did do this to Gestahl and Kefka, the latter of which barely had a reaction to the pain and deeply unsettled him)

- Zero patience for nobility who look down on common folks

- Visits South Figaro incognito to check on his people, some of them have figured out it's him but they keep quiet about it

- Had the death penalty abolished in Figaro very early on in his reign

- Was personally responsible for the invention of air conditioning

- Gets adorably excited when talking about machines, will completely forget that not everyone understands technical jargon

- Very sentimental, has a collection of mementos from his travels, definitely still has the Gerad getup

- Will never admit it out loud but at least one of his friends has figured out that he can be calmed by stroking his hair, like a cat (it was probably Locke, they've known each other the longest, he definitely tells the rest of them because it's adorable and silly, yes Sabin was already aware of this)

- If he had a choice he'd be living in a little workshop building and repairing things for people instead of running a country

- A little bit vain but not obnoxious about it, mostly because he's supposed to keep up a certain image as the king

- Actually enjoyed being Gerad and not having to be proper all the time

- Is not stuck in Figaro all alone after the game because I refuse to believe they'd all just go back to doing their own things, instead his friends show up to pull him away from working himself to death and help take some of the burden off of his shoulders

EDIT: Can't believe I forgot my own headcanon I've already posted about but: migraines

Can you tell I think a lot about Figaro and the twins, because I think A Lot about them, I think the desert kingdom is very neat and desperately want to see it rendered in modern CG (I can't help imagining it would be like the desert region in ff16 every time the plot sends me there; please square I beg of you)

#i know there are more bullet points here than there were for setzer #i got carried away #i tried to keep it contained in my first post and then the brain rot just took over in the second one lmao #anyway i will yell about how much i love the twins and figaro any day of the week and at anyone #edgar roni figaro #final fantasy vi #ff6 #final fantasy 6 #ffvi #my post #i want more fics about pre-game edgar and i think i will have to write them myself #so be it

[darkbluekies]

OOH What do you think of my faces for the ocs

I think I'm the most wrong about this one but idk this is always how I imagined Silas was

Also that other person was correct, thick eyebrows just SCREAMS Silas

Okay you're so right Dr. Kry is such a specific face and there really isn't another one like it 😭 I spent so long on pinterest trying to find the face for Dr. Kry and this was the best I came up with and I really don't even like this one that much. He looks to young and isn't tired enough for me lmao.

...Okay I'm not gonna lie I forget on a daily basis that Edmund isn't a 68 year old man so THIS is how I always picture him but when I remember he's supposed to be like 20 this is how I think of him

Though maybe with slighly darker hair.

JERRY MY WOMAN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

And this is Hedwig!!! My love!!!!!!!! My sweet bby girl!!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ed??mund??

i like them :)

dr kry just feels a bit "popstar-ish", i'm not sure how else to explain it

I love how *especially* jerry is so diverse in everyone's minds. Some see her as more as a (excuse my horrible descriptions) "egirl-ish" type, some see her more as a "streetwear", some like a "darker version of a clean girl". Some see her with short hair, some with long hair, some with make up and some without!!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies related to our artwork from yesterday + a couple of shippy ones! Plus I think one of the replies works as a mini-hc list for our Idia ships…

Anonymous asked:

Idia, Sweetie, why are your pants so low? Someone’s liable to pull them them clean off…

Idia’s pants are escaping… the whole room reeks of danger, so his pants obtained sentience and managed to pull themselves lower. Just a couple more minutes, and they’ll run away.

Well, the Tweels will rip them off before they achieve this goal…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

You have now awoken my old TWST Lab AU thanks to your Leech x Idia art work. I'm talking the overblots as patients and the first years are also patients while most of the second and third years are doctors and nurses, a lot of sneaking stuff in and sneaking off for some hardcore fun, we even had a rp (me and my friend) where Riddle got tired of the rage tests and shocks he got and had a three way between Azul and Floyd to let off steam

Damn that sounds great lol You guys always have a lot of fun! I’m glad Azul and Floyd were there to help Riddle out, tests and shocks sound tough~

I don’t know, labs and hospitals are such a sexy setting, especially when there is a darker twist to them.

Anonymous asked:

Idia will not love to meet the tweels' parents. I'm sure it will be misery for him to do so.

Oh absolutely. I think Idia would hate meeting anyone’s  parents to be honest, even Azul’s mom, who is supposed to be a lovely woman lol But the Tweels’ parents are way too intimidating. And if they act friendly, it’s somehow even more scary!

Anonymous asked:

Is there anything that Idia would see his lover doing that would drive him crazy (in a good way, of course) i.e. biting their lip, twirling their hair, anything?

Hmm, it’s not like it drives him super crazy, but he tends to unintentionally start to stare and feel a bit excited, when…

Azul opens jars and bottles with seemingly 0 effort. Not like he does it often in front of Idia, but that’s one of the reasons Idia could never get used to it. Maybe also when Azul bites his lip, but that’s because of his beauty mark – it kind of attracts Idia’s attention.

Lilia messages him first or sends an emote (he does it super rarely, so it’s always a big deal and makes Idia very happy), or looks at him with a smug and intimidating face. Idia would never admit that he likes the latter though.

Floyd runs/parkours past him. Not only it feels great when he isn’t chasing Idia, but also… damn that’s fast. And the way Floyd’s body works is almost freaky, he truly resembles an animal when he does this type of stuff. He’s so big.

Jade does anything with his hands/fingers: cooks, folds paper, writes something down. Idia kind of looks at him a lot during their housewarden/vice-housewarden meetings, Jade’s hands are very… agile. And long. Makes one’s mind wander. Plus, Jade always makes it look effortless and exceptionally precise, as if he’s not human.

Sebek holds a bunch of heavy objects, like chairs or boxes, and showcases his strength in any other way, but it has to be casual, because otherwise it’s like Sebek is bragging about being strong. The fact that this isn’t a big deal to him at all is what makes Idia stare. 

Ortho does anything!!! He is a cutie! But if we’re being serious, get these “tingly” moments when Ortho acts like a handsome young man. Winks at him, does gentlemanly/boyfriend gestures, says something straight out of either a romance manga or a movie. It’s very unusual, and Ortho’s been doing it more often lately. Maybe it’s on purpose?

Anonymous asked:

I was about to ask if you like Floyd x Cater or Sebek x Cater or Jack x Cater but then I read yer bio :( so do you have other Cater ships? I'm super curious since I don't see ya talking about him a lot

Yeah, sorry… even if it wasn’t for our top/bottom thing, these dynamics aren’t really our cup of tea unfortunately :(

We don’t have any major Cater ships, but we did talk about a couple of them before: Cater/Vil, Cater/Idia and Cater/Malleus. All of those are intriguing, and if we didn’t have all the other ships that keep us busy, I probably would’ve sketched them, but I just never have time for Cater somehow…

Anonymous asked:

You fw Floyd/Deuce? 👁👁

They have potential~ We talked about them here.

#replies #headcanons #shroudcest #azuide #lilidia #floidi #jadidi #sebeide

[sygni]

colouring tutorial from sygni aka sima

DISCLAIMER 1. eng is not my native language 2. i am using techniques of a realistic art so it's not for everyone! but you may find some tips interesting tho

big text screamer

so obv 1. making our sketch (and after lineart if you're using it bc im not) 2. filling up background, then character. think about what atmosphere you want to create in result, try to use different background colours for your characters for diff effects in result. i've had a small post with a little explaining for choosing colours, you can use that too! i suppose i can make a post about emotional effects of different colours if someone interested bc that's really a HUGE part of final effect on viever. actually i can tell and explain in art so much feel free to send questions <:D so like that! (tbx i changed it like 3 times so it's okay to change your colouring desigions mid-drawing if you're feeling something feels off)

3. time to get some basic shading going! don't skip that step i swear to god you can think bruh sima for what do you they added overlays that i can use after i finish the art? are you a caveman or what please just trust me it'll add so much charm in your art so how to do it: 1. choose where your light sourse is. on my art it's in front of griande 2. use a CONTRASTING colour for each big part of a character (hair, clothes, face etc) and make shades with that. REMEMBER dark colours going next to light ones, light to dark. please don't use black for shades for god's sake. also shades are cold coloured most of the time thats important too ig 3. if you're confused where you shall place shades then find a ref or make a photo of yourself OR use a mirror (preferable!) and this things can help you understand face shading better too \/

don't feel not good enough that you need to study sth or use refs it's fully okay every good artist using that!

so i know this looks like mess BUT what did i do (guys trust the process): 1. desided i want a face to be a centre of viewer's attention so made everything else darker 2. put a light on a face, the most light shade on the parts which are closer to light sourse - at my art it's nose and a bit of forehead. and exact same thing but backwards with eyes remember face isn't flat! so even if forehead is in the light, it slowly goes back, so it won't be light all the way (you can see it on previous photo of the gypseous head)

then the longest part goes: we're using semitones (colour which are simmilar to base shade) to connect shades to light parts, to add volume to the art make sure your brush moves according to .. ehh.. face shape? just take someone and weirdly touch their face to understand how it goes and with your brush cope that example (look closely to the strokes):

so i've did something

i know this looks like "let's add some details" type of thing but: i've added semitones to the shadows to correct their forms -> to suit the relief of the face added a contrasting (to pink of the base) orange as blush, a dark blue to show the farthest spots from light added a basic reflects on the sides of the noce (orange spots), chin (peach). reflections on things are sooo important and add so much life in your art! yet it's easily done: you just create a little light blended line on the bottom of your shade. if next to thing you're making a reflection on is the diff-coloured thing, then pick a colour from it and mix them. example \/

made an edge on a forehead (dark-red line) yet i'd make it more accurate later, and will add it on the chin and sides of the nose to highlight them and separate from other parts of the face. actually this edges are just the darkest spots between the light of the item and reflection on the bottom of it. i like to make it noticible, yet someone tend to blend shades in. if you're just studying how to shade i'd reccomend starting without using blending yet you can notice how colours going more dull from forehead to chin to make her look like she's angling her head forward, i guess i'll make it more noticible later

AND i'm going to sleep but i have more to tell + i need to finish the work later anyway so put some feedback for part 2

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[vickyvicarious]

I have a lot to talk about in this scene, boy oh boy. First of all, I love the character implications of Enoch's reaction here. He isn't happy at all at the reveal that Courtney was the one who actually killed Asman. The fact that he gets outright angry at her is so interesting. It reveals just how deeply he desires his revenge, and how emotionally driven his actions are despite his logical thinking. He's able to keep himself from outright confessing for a long time even when it's fairly clear what he's done, because he knows there's no actual proof and he doesn't want to implicate himself. He suppresses his pride again and again, hinging his defense on the pretense that he doesn't understand stuff or made dumb mistakes (his clients' designs, the scene in the graveyard, his claim to be a merely average student). But here, he can't hold himself back. He gets so mad, because in his eyes she has stolen his revenge out from under him, in much the same way she was one of those who helped to steal his future back then. It infuriates him.

And his word choice is super revealing too. He asks if she's been taking him for a fool first. Because that matters hugely to him. He is just fine playing the role of someone who is less intelligent (meaning only average rather than above, he never really tries to act outright dumb) because he knows that he is playing a role. Every time someone believes him about that, it's in the context of him successfully fooling them to get his way, it's him outsmarting them. He still has his Young Scientist award. He never got the formal qualifications or the career he aspired to, but he's always seen that as the fault of others. His own capabilities are something he has faith in. So the fact that not only did his murder plan fail to actually kill his target, but that Sithe has successfully lied to and fooled him makes him utterly furious. He's supposed to be the one who tricks others. He's not supposed to get tricked himself. It spits on his pride in his intellect, the one thing that has never been compromised.

So that's Drebber in isolation.

But I also want to talk about Sithe here. She also snaps, shouting and collapsing on to the podium. For someone usually so cool and collected, this is a big deal. And it confirms that she has a completely different set of priorities. She feels so weighed down, and has for years now. Exactly what went down back then is still unclear, but it's obvious that she has a deep sense of duty that she places even above her own wellbeing. Whether that is the Yard's reputation, her staff, or the secret from so long ago... she tries to keep it covered up and safe as much as she can. She's willing to break the law and even commit murder, and then eventually to admit to varying degrees of doing so, before she is willing to tell the truth. It's clear in this moment that she doesn't enjoy any of this. But she feels like she has to do it. I don't know if her motives are truly big-picture all the way down or if there is some element of coercion much deeper than what Drebber tried on her (something with her daughter, maybe?) but either way it is her duty to someone/something outside herself that dictates all her behavior.

I especially love noticing both of those things about each of them here, because on a more surface level they have a lot in common. They both have a really cool 'cold scientist' aesthetic, they both are very logical and mostly calm, very intellectual about what they say. They both have a scary smile. They share a very similar color pallete, with pale hair and skin, gold accents, black and white as the overwhelming colors in their clothes (just in reverse, with Drebber wearing black with a white tie, and Sithe wearing a white coat with darker clothes underneath). The way they both collapse forward onto their arms when overwhelmed is really similar. And they both do that here! But for very different reasons. Enoch is driven by emotion, by revenge and pride. Sithe is driven by duty, by protectiveness and burdens.

Drebber has a bad reputation but pride in himself, going in to this. Sithe had a good reputation but guilt weighing on her. And in this scene, that reverses at least a little. Drebber's proved correct about the events in the graveyard, and innocent of any actual murder... but he learns that he has been fooled. Sithe's proven to be corrupt and a murderer... but as a result, she no longer has to be responsible for the way things turn out anymore. It's not total in either case - Drebber still tried to kill Asman, and Sithe is still keeping secrets - but it's still super cool.

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