#this is probably my best draw of the year .?? with 2 days left of 2023?? wowza

[courtmartialme]

they got caught in the rain after their date but it's ok !!!

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #royai #i've always wanted to draw smth corny abt the rain not bothering roy when hes w riza #he never feels useless if shes w him ! kya #this is probably my best draw of the year .?? with 2 days left of 2023?? wowza

[theroseiswithoutawherefor]

Well, first of all, I have to thank @yridenergyridenergy for selling me the ticket! It was literally the best experience I had throughout the year; I really, really, sincerely appreciate it.

As promised, this is my repo of the gig in Wakayama. To be honest, I’m really a bad recorder as I can only recall the sensation or vibe in general and forget the details every time. Am I the only one?? Anyway, I guess my drawings may not be precise at all and it would be more like a summary of the year.

And this repo will be focusing on Kaoru, Toshiya and Kyo. I’m sorry but I stood on the left in both times.

Kaoru

It’s so strange that I can easily feel my love for him grows with time and what a coincidence! I visited them twice this year and I was right in front of him every time. I always assumed that I would be in front of Toshiya when I checked the hall map in December, but no! It was Kaoru again! It kinda shocked me the time I located my seat and noticed his microphone stand was there, just about 2 meters away.

I think probably it has been known by all of you, the show started with a semi-transparent screen showing some AI-generated footage(sorry, I hate this part). It covered most of the setting but just revealed some shadows. I could only see Kaoru, his side profile, priest-alike gown and silver hair. He looked so focused and indifferent and so good-looking…my hands are still sweating as I recall it now.

That was my first time listening to Rinkaku on-site. I got caught up in emotion when you could easily compare themselves in reality and their sketches in the video. You could see how much they have changed and it also just reminded me a lot of moments, staying at home and staring them on the screen. The real vs the virtual.

Also, at the beginning from the distance, I could only see some sort of marks on his chin that looked pretty much like piercings? It turned out to be his makeup; so brilliant.

Kyo

I didn’t see Kyo that much this time, but I feel he is that kind of vocal that you would fall in love with once you’ve actually seen him in the venue. He looked so nostalgic to me this time, maybe bc of the ghost face makeup or the fact that I have seen him too much this year. I also went to HK for sukekiyo this year.

The gig of sukekiyo was more emotional, floating and spacey (and less aggressive, obviously). Kyo’s dedication was so contagious. Although he looked a little bit nervous at the beginning of the Day1, forgetting the lyrics now and then lol.

It is interesting to see the similarities and differences between Diru and Sukekiyo, like looking at different reflections of the same mirror.  

Btw probably he is the most inspiring Diru member to me I guess. Idk why drawing kyo always begins with a pretty satisfying draft then it becomes a big challenge to my expertise and patience ahhhh. But yeah, I can improve a lot after finishing it. So, kyo, thx? lol

Toshiya

I’m not quite a fan of his white outfit that day(the one worn in the pic of their tweet on 16th Dec). Actually I even failed to recognize him the first, waistcoat and palazzo trouser are ok but definitely not the most stunning look of him. It seems that his style is becoming more gender-neutral this year, with hair dyed brown, pearl jewelries and feminine makeup.

But I still quite enjoyed his performance, his body language was so beautiful (ugh! It’s such a shame that I can’t recreate it)and he was the first one going to the left terrace and saying hi to everyone. Toshiya is always the sweetest person in Diru to me.

I prefer his encore look more and he took off the shirt and threw it to the gift right in front of him

（and a random sketch）

That’s it! I could have drawn more but, sorry I’m a perfectionist, these pics really took me some time, but I may keep going if I have spare time.

And I’m not used to talking so much on the Internet, it is embarrassing somehow.  

The year of 2023 has treated me rly good, I hope it would be the same for all of you and Diru members, see you next year.

#dir en grey #sukekiyo #kaoru #kyo #toshiya #A repo? maybe?

[jwirecs]

Recommended Misc Fics of January 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez & seventeen for january! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

HYBRID AU

19.55 || @songmingisthighs​​💕✅

↳ san. what is san ? san's a cat. but san's not just a cat. san's an adorable cat

MAFIA AU

4.11 || @songmingisthighs​​💕 ✅

↳ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

OTHER AU

She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not || @thelargefrye​​💔✅💯

↳ an argument breaks out between you and yunho which results in yunho saying somethings he shouldn’t have. now you begin to question your place in the relationship.

EXES TO LOVERS AU

Heart & Seoul || @milfgyuu​🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul & never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago. (literally will go back and read this. like i cant. prob 1/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

OTHER AU

Between Heaven + Hell || @yoongimingyu​ 🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. 

KIDULT || @hvae​ 💕💔✅💯

↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. (was this one of the fic findings that i did? yes, yes it was. did i read this at work? yes, yes i did. did i cry at work because of this? YES, YES I SURE DAM DID BECAUSE AH. also who doesnt love children versions of idols. just imagine the faces they got now, but on tiny little bodies. like you know that snapchat filter where it literally baby-fied your face? yea imagine that filter on them but on tiny little bodies.)

Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Comes Out) || @dontflailmenow​🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off. (listen, james can go choke BUT CHEOL CAN CHOKE ME ANY DAY. 2/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

Reckless Driver || @hengqarae​ 🔞💕💔✅

↳ you hate racing and you don't date racers. kim mingyu loves racing, and he finds out that he loves you, too, from the moment that he first lays eyes on you.

Terrifyingly Innocent || @twogyuu​🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day. (jihoon may be small but that man can probably pack a punch. gotta love me some fake dating cheol though. 3/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

The Only Exception || @wonusite​🔞💕✅

↳ Your university’s star football player doesn’t understand why you don’t want anything to do with him. Several humiliating rejections later, Mingyu is more determined than ever to change your mind about him. Chaos and confusing feelings ensue.

Virgin Killer || @wonusite​ 🔞✅

↳ You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

I Like You || @taeyegu​💕💔✅

↳ “i like you so much, i want to give you my everything, only for you…”

You Were Beautiful || @viastro​ 💕💔✅

↳ a modernized cinderella au. in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#ateez scenarios #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez mafia au #ateez hybrid au #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen social media au #seventeen exes to lovers au #seventeen fic recs #seventeen recs #ateez fic recs #ateez recs

[atdoop]

i was thinking about this earlier so i figured i'd share it here too. here's a comparison of my art in 2021 (when i first started to learn how to draw) and now. the picture on the left is april 2021, on the right is october 2023.

i know a lot of people have this feeling that it's impossible to start to learn to draw as an adult, and it's something i struggled with a lot and still do sometimes, but i really truly believe that anyone can learn to draw at any age.

my art isn't the best or anything, but in 2 years i really think this is a crazy amount of progress and i think most people are way more capable than they realize. in 2021 i was drawing with my mouse in aseprite because i didn't have a tablet and i desperately wanted to learn to draw. i can't say that's the best way to start but you really can just draw with whatever you have and it'll help.

as an adult your perception is probably a lot better than it was when you were a child, so it can be easy to discourage yourself by thinking that your art looks bad, but you have to remember that as an adult you can also much more easily identify the areas you want to improve in and find the resources that can help you with that.

if i can give any advice at all: just draw. you don't have to do it every day, don't force yourself, but forming a habit helps a lot. but at the bare minimum if you want to learn you gotta draw, even if you don't think what you're drawing looks great. also, don't compare yourself to people who have been drawing for decades, which is easier said than done, but it really won't help you. no one sits at a piano for the very first time expecting to be able to play a whole song.

unrelated but i was still drawing big boobs back then too. i just thought this was the best example picture i could find. so that part didn't change at all. and if you can believe it that's leech in both pictures

#doop.art

[bi-bard]

If Nothing Else, We're Given a Little Time to Change the Heart in Which We Change Our Minds - Will Graham Imagine [Hannibal]

Title: If Nothing Else, We're Given a Little Time to Change the Heart in Which We Change Our Minds

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Based On: January White

Word Count: 1,598 words

Warning(s): drinking, mention of breakup

Summary: The year has come and gone. It's meant to be a season of new beginnings and letting the past lie. The question is whether Will and (Y/n) can hold that lesson to heart and move on from each of their mistakes.

Author's Note: Your honor, I love him.

Part One of January [Release Date: 2/20/2023]

Part Three of January [Release Date: 2/24/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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New Year's was always an interesting time for me.

I enjoyed watching people party and celebrate. I just never quite understood it.

My parents had been sure to teach me that true change didn't need to be signified by some grand day. Nor could it happen instantly in one day. Change was hard and complicated and trying to achieve it by going to abruptly try without understanding it was typically ineffective. The behaviors usually regressed back to what they used to be.

I didn't get to talk about that idea much. I hated being the one to pull people away from their fun and their hope, so I left them to their own devices.

Instead, I would spend my New Year's on my own. I'd lounge on my couch with a few drinks and relax. Then, as my clock went off, I would quietly whisper "happy new year" to my silent home.

It wasn't until I met Will that I had someone to spend that time with.

He started joining me on my couch. We would drink and talk about the year and what we hoped would stop. It was funny, we spent more time talking about other people's new year's resolutions than we ever did our own.

I remember joking about Freddie Lounds and her probable goal to get more views on her stories or get better at sneaking onto crime scenes.

I remember Will making some joke about Jack drawing conclusions of his own. I remember that it broke my heart a little because I was reminded of what happened when Will was forced to draw those conclusions.

I didn't know that I would miss a new year's tradition until Will and I separated.

It was rough but necessary.

It happened on his porch.

We were watching the dogs after the end of a really bad case. I don't even remember the fight leading up to it. I remember the silence after it. The silence where each of us had to struggle with this mix of denial and acceptance. Not wanting to let but knowing that holding on wasn't worth it.

I spent a long time on the phone with Beverly that night.

I thought that I had been getting better. I was coping with it all and moving on as best I could. And then today hit and I remembered that I wasn't going to spend that night with him. And I realized just how much I missed... how much I missed Will.

Maybe that missing and longing was some kind of manifestation. Maybe that was the best explanation for the perfect timing of Will knocking on my door.

He seemed awkward. He shifted on his feet and readjusted the bottle he was holding in his hands. He forced a small grin when he saw me.

I leaned on my doorframe. "Hey..."

"Hi," he replied. "I... I was doing some cleaning at my place and found this hidden somewhere. I wanted to surprise you on New Year's with it."

I slowly nodded.

"It's meant to be high quality. Perfect for your tradition," he handed it to me. I wrapped my hand around the neck and read over the label. "I... I don't want to interfere with your night too much. I'll see you-"

"Will," I looked up from the label as I spoke up. "I... have grown to hate drinking alone on New Year's. Join me? Please?"

He paused for a moment before nodding, "That sounds nice."

I stepped to the side and motioned for him to walk inside.

He sat down on my couch while I went to pour us both a drink. He was right. I had seen bottles like this one before. It was expensive. He must have been planning to give it to me for a while. Or he was entirely full of shit, and it was an excuse to come over.

Not that I cared either way. I was just happy to see him.

"Is this Matchbox Twenty," Will asked from the couch. He chuckled as he asked. Something about it brought back memories.

"My dad sent me a greatest hits collection for Christmas," I replied as I walked over. "I've been kind of playing it on a loop."

I handed him his glass before walking over to my CD player. I restarted the album it was on, sighing at the opening of "Parade".

I walked over and sat on the couch. I left most of the couch empty between us.

A quietness settled over the room. I don't know if both of us didn't know what to say or if we just didn't want to say it.

I was ready to sob in front of him. Sob and beg to know what happened between us. Where we all went wrong. I wanted to hold him again. I wanted to kiss him and touch him again.

But I was too scared to risk that. Because to him, this could've just been a drink.

Will spoke up after the first chorus of the song had ended, "Is this song about life or some... grand relationship?"

"I go back and forth, but I lean towards life," I explained.

He nodded and looked away from me again.

"Will," I said. "Kind of pointless for us to sit in complete silence like this."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"How are you?"

He took a deep breath, clearly debating how much to reveal to me.

"You can still talk to me about what you need to," I continued. "I don't want you to think that I'm just going to stop supporting you because we separated."

"It's not your responsibility," he replied.

"I know that, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be there."

He took another deep breath. "I've missed you."

Something close to a shiver ran down my spine.

"I can't help but feel like I messed up something great."

"You weren't the only one involved," I shrugged. "I played my role in us separating."

He nodded.

"I've missed you too," I added. I looked at our glasses. "Here, I'll get us both a new glass."

Maybe it was meant to be some attempt to avoid the conversation. Maybe some part of me was still terrified to face the conversation that I felt was coming. I was scared of messing things up even more than I already had.

I was over by the counter when Will spoke up again, "We were good, right?"

I grinned to myself. My back was to him anyways. "I'd like to think so."

"So would I."

I blinked a few times as tears filled my eyes. "I almost called you earlier. I... I had trouble picturing spending tonight without you. You became a bit of a... permanent fixture."

"That's why I came over," he said. "I was never sentimental over New Year's, but... you changed my mind."

I chuckled.

"You did that a lot," he continued. "Made me better."

I closed my eyes for a second. "You give me too much credit."

"I don't think so."

The room was quiet again.

I stared at the glasses in front of me, contemplating my options.

I let my hands leave them as I stepped back and turned around. Will was looking at the floor, rubbing his hands together. I wondered if he was regretting what he said. If he thought it was too much for the situation.

I didn't think so.

I was silent as I walked over. I stopped in front of him.

"Will..."

He tilted his head up to look at me. I reached out and cupped the side of his face. His hand reached up to hold mine in place. I grinned at the feeling of his stubble against my skin.

I slowly moved forward again. I found myself straddling him on my couch. He leaned back into the cushions on the couch. His arms wrapped around me, holding me where I was.

It felt like time froze. We were watching each other, quietly testing the waters. I was ready to pull back, he was ready to let me go.

I moved first, leaning down to hesitantly press my lips to his. I kissed him slowly. I felt a feeling of relief roll down my spine as he kissed me back.

It was a short kiss, but it felt like it went on forever. It was perfect.

"Was that... Was that okay?"

Will grinned a bit as he nodded. "It was... more than okay."

The parallel wasn't lost on either one of us. The memory of our first kiss was going through my mind on a constant loop. I had missed this so much. It made my chest hurt from how much I had been longing for this.

I leaned down and kissed him again.

His arms tightened around me as I did.

The only reason I pulled away was because my clock started to ring through the house. God, why did I let my parents convince me to take that from my grandma's house?

I looked over at the subject of my annoyance. I scoffed.

"Happy new year, Will," I said as I looked back down at him.

He chuckled. "Happy new year, (Y/n)."

His hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me into yet another kiss. He had been yearning for this just as much as I had been.

And as the annoying clock rang out over the soft music playing through the house, whatever was between us had shifted.

And that shift was enough of a change for us both.

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[shoehedd]

So fucking long 2023!

o7

This year was super hard. We lost our home after the winter eviction ban ended. We had plenty of notice and started saving for a home and got stuff together for a mortgage app last year. Which is when we discovered my boss wasn't paying any tax at all. (here your employer pays your income tax on a weekly or monthly basis, it's handy because you don't have to file yourself... as long as your employer isn't on the take).

It wasn't the best news.. it led to a lot of bullshit. The boss, she tried to get me to quit, went on a full offensive. Suddenly I was shite at my job, I had extra work, I wasn't allowed leave despite being there voluntarily for 0 pay some days, I was barred from doing commission work while in the shop (again despite being unpaid and not under contract), she took my desk away, and a heap of other things. The boss stopped speaking to me for weeks at a Time, she'd take clients away from me, she would order replacement gear that was incorrect, she complained that I took 4 days off (unpaid again) to move my stuff out of the apt and into storage. She told me I should sleep in my storage unit, she got blood on my table and some of my gear and I had to throw it all out, shed often berate my clients for showing up early, write their appointments on the wrong days or the wrong times or not at all or at times, triple book a slot. All because I had the nerve to bring this to her and say "hey this is your responsibility to put right, please do the right thing for all of us".

That's when the gaslighting started, she"d always, apparently, been totally upfront with how much fraud she was going to commit on our behalf. Fuck off.

It was a dark time. I just needed to save enough to leave. I had a tentative brush with a bigger shop in the city, but it didn't work out. Self esteem was gone. Stopped drawing entirely, stopped programming. Real dark night of the soul shit. I was quickly losing options, and hope. People were getting sick of me. Every waking g minute was spent in agony. Obsession, anger and betrayal, failure and defeat. My future disappeared, id wasted 10 years if my life, my career was over, my home was gone, my savings were illegitimate, my pension, I don't even want to think of my public pension, probably not happening.

I was left to sort my own taxes. Paying late fees can really fuck you over. I've experienced that now. lucky me! Looking that scumbag in the face every day after that was a crash course in self control.

Anyway, so the boss couldnt keep it between just me and her and lashed out at the entire staff. Eventually my apprentice piercer walked out. It wasn't warning enough for the boss so she continued. Eventually she fucked over our tattoo artist and apprentice, got called on it and started freezing her out too. for a period of time she would ONLY COMMUNICATE WITH THE TATTOO APPRENTICE AND NO OTHER STAFF MEMBER. So the artist quit. And seeing as the artist was teaching the apprentice, she also left. Which left me alone with her. FOR MONTHS

more dark night of the soul goes here.

But this is where my story looks up, lads. See the 3 of us were conspiring. We know how to run a shop together, between the 3 of us. And so the plan was put in motion. 2 weeks after she quit the artist was jn her own brand new studio, 3 weeks later the apprentice had arrived. And then finally, finally, after ten years of working in the shop, in November I handed in my notice. 100% staff attrition in 2023, every single employee had left.

I'm renting a spot in that same new studio now. Been 5 weeks so far and... well I make less money atm, but we are hoping people find out we've all gone and come over. We're in the same town which is apparently a fucked up thing to do but.. now I think about it, the person who told us that was that scumbag ex boss of ours.

I'm drawing again, which you can probably tell from following this tumblr. I'm programming again. I have shower thoughts about OCs and monster design instead of hopeless, desperate plotting or seething anger. My mind is healing. I've also stopped bloating horribly and I haven't had an anxiety attack all month.

Good news :D. Thanks to me finally sorting the tax situation myself we finally applied for the mortgage. Results soon, so here's hoping. I'm staying with my wife in my parents house, who have been very kind to us. My wife, after years of us trying is now pregnant with our first baba. A boy. Due in February, so after setting up the business we are prepping for him. There's a lot of work to be done, but after floundering for years and, imo actively drowning for most of 2023 I can finally say things are actually hopeful now. We might still be able to rebuild both of our lives after this fucked up person just kind of... arbitrarily decided to fuck it up for her own benefit and hoped we wouldn't find out.

2024 is gonna be weird and hard, but I'm looking forward to it.

If you've read this far thank you. It was a stupid year. It was a painful year. And now it's fucking OVER.

#personal

[distractionpie]

As 2023 draws to a close, it's time to look back at new years resolutions and since mine was fandom related I figure it could almost make for a fun post.

Resolution: Leave 365 comments on fics

Result: I'm writing this post with a few days to go, but at approx 2/3rds of that goal I think I can be fairly confident that even a last minute reading burst won't close the gap

Reflection: Not bad. I feel like I could have done better, but also the figure was picked pretty much at random based on aiming for one comment per day, figuring that days where I don't read fic or am reading a longfic over several days would roughly balance out with days I read a bunch of shortfic. And of course at the time of setting the goal I had no way of predicting what else would be going on with my life in 2023. I'm quite neutral about the extent that I achieved my goal, because the real exciting thing is that I now have a year of data which lends itself to fun analysis, so...

2023 comments roundup

Total fandoms commented on: 21 (I've counted any crossovers as a general 'crossover' fandom)

Most commented fandom: Batman (no suprise, as this was my main reading fandom at the start of the year and...)

Month with most comments: January, 44 (aka that initial rush of setting a resolution)

Month with least comments: October, 1 (I probably could have done better than this but I also genuinely wasn't reading much fic in October)

Longest comment: 550 words

Average comment length: the middle 50% of my comments fell between 25 and 90 words.

Emojis used (in order of frequency): 💖 😂 🥺 ❤ 🤣 😁 ❤️ 😭 💔 👏 👌 🙂 💯 😍 😅 😲 😱 🔥 🤯 ⭐ (this is interesting because mentally I would class 💖 as reserved for best stuff, but when I do use it I use it generously)

Most comments left on a single fic: 14

I also did some analysis by day of week and fandom (but I think that was pretty heavily skewed by a couple of wips and their update schedules) and made a fun wordcloud and some funky charts that I'm not going to post because y'all don't need my commenting history in that level of detail 😂.

And just in case anybody is interesting in doing some similar analysis for themselves, my method was to turn on 'send me copies of my own comments' in Ao3 settings and then create an email rule to route them to their own subfolder, the contents of which I then exported to csv (this was using outlook but I assume other email providers offer similar), then added that data to an excel file so I could clean out all the email formatting, append fandoms, and generally play with the data.

[gleviachain]

1st Art of 2023, 100 First Artworks and a Look Back (Number 95)

95. Basilisk Eternal

The second hard hitter of 2021 and probably the second best upload of that year, maybe even the best. I had high hopes for this piece, and I think I nailed it. My goal was to make the artwork depicting an incredibly intense fight scene in the vein of Doom Eternal video game cover art, I wanted to make that super over-the-top action scene as best as I could. Needless to say, it's naturally one of my favorites, along with Marching Mountains (number 91), and to this day I can't say which one I like more. This one is more action-oriented and has more different characters, but the mountain town is centered around the landscape and the bigger picture, this is an extremely tough choice, I don't think I can do this. One day I marvel at the sight of building and scale of Marching Mountains, the other day I'm floored by the intensity of action and the character design in this homage to Doom art. It's difficult, perplexing, and all kinds of confusion mixed with sadness all circling and bleeding into the mind and soul resulting in a heartbreakingly indefinite impasse, an utterly devastating inability to choose. I love them both, they're both great in their own right, and they both have certain flaws. That was inevitable, but there are some imperfections. Some of the background bad guys could have been better detailed, same with the background itself, it's mostly barren and needs more everything - shading, details, lighting. Also some other tweaks, like folds, skin, stone etc. would be welcomed. And that's pretty much it in terms of any major criticism. I would like to add that I had a great fun while coming up with characters to this. One of my favorites would have to be the red two-faced henchman in the lower left corner as there is an inspiration behind him. A Philips CD-i beat 'em up game Mutant Rampage: Bodyslam and one of its bosses, Gaulo Vinet, you can see him in a cutscene (4:99-5:10, video below).

I was impressed by his design, it was genuinely good and thought about that boss while making that henchman in my Basilisk piece. I added a snake around his claw, I think that made him one of the most eye-catching villain. I certainly like him, and the inspiration behind it. By the way, I recommend you to watch the rest of the cutscenes, it's quite interesting to see some of the characters and animated sequences. Mutant Rampage: Bodyslam is a pretty intriguing game, I think you already know that it's from the makers of The Legend of Zelda CD-i games, the people behind The Wand of Gamelon and Faces of Evil and their ridiculous animations appearing in a multitude of YouTube Poops and parodies. Coming back to the piece, I dug out this early, never-seen-before lineart.

You can see the character with an axe, crazy hair and a cape in the upper left corner didn't make the cut. It was problematic for a few reasons. 1. I didn't have a big idea for it particularly, I simply put a few things I would normally consider interesting, but the end effect was poor, uninspired, unsatisfactory and just dull. Back to the drawing board. 2. Its perspective and proportions would drive me insane, and they probably would have been horrible in the end. And they would take too much time. 3. The hair is blocking the background, I wanted the latter to be quite visible. 4. It was one of the last background characters thought up, and I may be wrong on this, but attacking with an another sharp weapon seemed cliche and became a little boring at this point. It had to be something different to keep this piece fresh, so I ended up with this robot-golem-saucer thing, not the finest creation, but serviceable. Also, the shotgun was supposed to have a some kind of bayonet, and interesting idea but failed to implement it well.

Like the shotgun here. I think it looks more realistic, maybe could have used more details and certainly more lighting, but I didn't want to go overboard. As they say, less is more. I'm a little disappointed those crazy red barrel lines from the original didn't make it, but the rendition is fine. Also his skin and webbed parts aren't as shiny as they had been in 2021. In general, I think this remake is rather alright.

If you want to look at more of my artworks check out my Instagram (instagram.com/gleviachain/).

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[xpensiveee]

Tes grave.. To the person who was hurt me the most.

Usually, I’d have only positive things to say about you (like the paragraphe I was supposed to post about you but turns out it’s this one instead), but I think after 2-3 years of friendship that’s changed now, especially recently... I’m sure there’s still a part of you that’s genuine, but I don’t see that part of you anymore. I know things are hard but it doesn’t specify any of your wrong doings... I know deep down you are a good person, at least whenever it comes to others... As for me? Not so much. This weekend really made me realise a lot. Knowing that you keep repeating to yourself that we’re only fwb eveytime I’m around, simply knowing that hurts like you have no clue. I’ve also realised that you’ve put anything else of us on the side simply so you can have someone to hook up with. You know I’m in love with you I told you and even that, you’re still willing to have me over for your own benefits and not think about me in the slightest. But I feel as if right now, your plan is to hurt me to see how much I can take before I decide to leave, and I think it’s finally time for me to draw the line. And to the point I’m hurting, it’s probably best if we cut contact. Maybe down the line I’ll be desperate enough to text you back (maybe desperate enough to hook up again or maybe desperate enough to give you my body again just to be able to spend time with you).... I’ve been doing everything right with you, for you. But I’m done with this, done being too good for you.... I get it, you keep repeating it and as your only defense you keep saying that it’s what we agreed on. Yes, that’s what we agreed on but you repeating it 3 hundred times a day isn’t going to do anything, the only thing it does is hurt whenever you bring up it’s only for hook ups I’m around, every time you bring it up it’s as if you’re twisting a knife in the wound and it hurts, more than I’m ready to admit. 

This last week alone was more painful than the last month and a half. With you constantly repeating that it’s only to hook up that I’m around and this weekend made me realise a lot, to see that I must give myself to you so you’d stay home instead of going for a drive, said enough... I don’t have anything left to say to you to be honest, maybe our paths might cross again, maybe they won’t and maybe it’s for the best.... You’ve hurt me in a way no one else has before. Especially the fact that we went from being friends to you only wanting me for my body. I understand that our friendship is a lost with it to, but I think I’m finally okay with that.

- May 29th 2023

[brookewritesyk]

𝐢. 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 is a name that you probably haven't heard in the MCU, right? Yet I'm here breaking the fourth wall. Well, it's probably as I am one of the forgotten 'heros'. Oh, it's not by choice but at the same time, it is.

So you're probably laying in bed right now on Wattpad and it's 3 am and your thinking 'Who the fuck is Fallon Creed and why is she relevant?'. In all honesty, sometimes I don't know the answer but Fallon Creed had a close relationship with your dear friend and avenger Wanda Maximoff. Yes, you read it right had a close relationship with Wanda Maximoff. Now I'm not going to tell you what happened yet as I'm very touchy about it, not because the author wants to create suspense and dramatic effect. FYI If you're looking for that Y/N bullshit you're reading the wrong book sweetheart. Anyway, enough of that fourth wall shit let's get serious, and no it's something I normally don't do either.

THIRD PERSON POV

Panic. Panic is what Fallon felt and it was unusual. Something was unbalanced. Fallon had felt similar to this but not this drastically therefore unusual. As quick as flash, Fallon jolted up in a laboured breath, dull moonlight danced in through the windows of her bedroom. Fallon lived in a tiny and overpriced apartment in New York, the walls were weathered grey colour and electric blue door and window frames and minimalistic furniture. Fallon had thin and short brunette hair which contrasted beautifully with her clear ivory skin and deep cyan eyes.

"Come on you pussy." Fallon ridiculed herself, massaging her forehead and sighing. Blinking, she looked over to her side and glanced at her digital alarm clock which read '5:12 AM'. Even more annoyed with herself, she lazily rolled out of her bed, knowing she would have to show up to work soon. Fallon a supernatural, powerful woman successfully tested with the soul stone has a very high paying job, a Personal Assistant. I know so glamourous who wouldn't want to organise someone else's life for a minimum wage salary and occasionally being yelled at?

Looking up at herself in the mirror she immediately noticed something, her eyes. They were a piercing orange, something was definitely was wrong. Like I said this was unusual it's only happened once and it wasn't that long ago in 2023. Ignoring it for now, she strolled over to the kitchen counter and starts brewing some coffee. Meanwhile, Fallon turned on her computer then logged in and opening a private tab on chrome and searched up 'Wanda Maximoff'. Remembering that she had started brewing her coffee, she quickly rose from her cold and uncomfortable desk chair and scurried to the kitchen counter. Coming back, she returned to her computer and saw numerous results of Wanda. However, the latest article link she saw made her stomach churn. 'Wanda Maximoff missing, last seen at Anthony Edward Stark's private funeral'. With no hesitation, she clicked on the link and scanned through the article looking for more information.

"Oh shitballs." Fallon cursed with now wide eyes, looking at the clock in the corner of her computer which read '7:30' and she was meant to be at work at 7, so right on schedule. In a hurry, she scrambled around her desk draws looking for her emergency coloured contact lenses. Oh fuck my life, Fallon thought as she realised that the only spare contact lenses she had were hazel which was a bit of a problem. Running her hand through her short hair, she carelessly popped open the box and put them in. Hastily, she ran to her wardrobe and looked through it the only thing she could find was a short grey pencil skirt and a very deep cut white blouse that would defiantly show more than what was considered professional. With reluctance, she swiftly unzipped the pencil skirt and stepped into it then threw on her blouse.

After getting dressed, Fallon ran down the emergency exit stairs into the city that never sleeps, New York. New York is a city that a typical Y/N would describe as 'amazing' and 'spectacular'. Maybe if you lived in Manhattan that would be the case but when you live in the dodgy part of Queens maybe not so much. Whilst shrugging on her pastel orange blazer, successfully she hollered a taxi and got in but just before she heard a man yell who had to be at least in his 40s "Nice ass sweetheart!".

Whilst clenching her jaw, she smiled apologetically at the taxi driver and asked for him to wait for 2 minutes. Fallon got out of the car and stalked towards the random man and now putting on her 'don't fuck with me face'. "The fuck did you just say?" Fallon rhetorically asked.

Obviously not getting it, he started to repeat what he cat-called but was interrupted by Fallon threatening scarily calmer "If you mutter another syllable I will cut you dick of and shove it so far down your throat that you wouldn't breathe for a week."

Now frightened he gulped and Fallon quipped, "Now fuck of you asshole." Which made him scramble away.

"Sorry about that." Fallon apologised unfazed stepping back into the taxi and giving the driver the address of the company.

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Rushing out of the car, she quickly paid the drive the taxi fare and thanked him and ran into the building. Scanning around the room she looked for the reception desk and ran up to it when she found it. "H-Hey h-hi, P-Pam i-is Thomas in office still?" Fallon rushed out.

"Hey, Fallon yeah Mr Hill is in do you want me to?-" Pam started but was cut off by Thomas storming in and yelling "Where the fuck were you? I missed a meeting and-".

"Look I'm sorry Thomas but I-"

"I have had enough of your bullshit! And what are you wearing? You look like a hooker!" Mr Hill spat with anger.

"I'm sorry what?" Fallon asked not believing what she had heard.

"You heard me! You look like a prostitute!" Mr Hill repeated seeing now issue of what he was saying.

"How dare you, you misogynist piece of shit. This outfit personally is not something I would where however it is fucking foul how you could say that to your PA without any guilt. Now before you can fire me, I quit. Good luck finding a new PA you motherfucker." Fallon fired back and chucking her lanyard on the reception and storming out not giving a single fuck.

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As you may tell Fallon's day is going great so far:

1. Found out that her ex-best friend is missing even though she hasn't seen her in years

2. Was cat called twice and then being fired from sed cat caller

Fallon threw her keys on the mantlepiece and slouched down in disbelief of what happened today. Just as she was about to take out her contacts lenses, her doorbell rang. Perplexed, she silently tiptoed towards the door and began to tense her hands, creating a deep orange sparky orb in her left hand. Cautiously, she opened the door and peaked her head around it saw two clearly agents about to ring the doorbell again.

"Can I help you?" Fallon asked tilting her head to the side.

"Oh thank God it's you!" A female agent sighed in relief.

"Huh?" Fallon asked puzzled.

"Oh right, I'm Monica, Monica Rambeau." Monica introduced smiling brightly.

"And I'm Jimmy Woo." An Asian man introduced flipping his FBI card "Also I would advise standing down your powers."

"What?" Fallon asked, faking further confusion.

"We know who you are Fallon Creed." Monica informed, "We need your help."

"Why would I-"

"It's regarding Wanda Maximoff." Jimmy Woo interjected.

"Wanda Maximoff who is-?" Fallon countered now becoming slightly more panicked.

"Fallon you don't need to lie." Monica cut off pulling up Fallon's file.

"How do you know who I am?" Fallon challenged.

"I think we have a lot to talk about."

#meetagain #x oc #fallon creed #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff #wandavision #vision #jimmy woo #monica rambeau

[intothestarkerverse]

Highway to Hell Pt. 3

Summary:  Once again, I will reveal no details about the story’s plot to respect spoilers for Endgame.  If you want to read the fic, click below and have at it, though! 

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Part 1, Part 2

Y’know, there are times when I think that nothing can surprise me anymore. Things I’ve seen. Things I’ve done. Call me jaded, but some part of me just expects my life to go to shit from one breath to the next.

Know what?

Scratch that.

Only time I’m actually surprised by anything anymore is when my life isn’t going to shit. So, this? This doesn’t even register on my scale of ‘what the fuck’.

At least, not until I see the kid.

Last thing I remember, I was getting dressed.

Actually slept last night. You know how fucking rare that is? Rare as a funny Carrot Top joke, that’s how fucking rare. I didn’t just get a good night’s sleep, I had a good dream, too. Can’t even remember the last time I had one of those. I had a kid. In the dream. Little boy. It was a good dream.

This? I don’t know what the fuck this is.

Day to night in the blink of an eye. Bedroom to dark alley and I didn’t even see the setting shift. I’m alone and now I’m here, squatting beside Peter Parker after he looks like he’s been hit by a damn steam roller. Y’know what’s worse? I can’t even tell what the fuck happened or who the fuck I should be killing for doing this to him. Doesn’t seem like he’s going to be talking anytime soon, either.

The kid is just clinging to my hand like it’s a lifeline, trying to speak but the words just aren’t coming.

The Iron Legion isn’t responding. At least one of the suits should have arrived by now, but the night is clear and the kid won’t let go of my hand long enough for me to activate the suit from it’s nanocasing. I can’t even raise Friday, which worries me more than anything else. Even my own AI is ignoring me…

There’s a strange, hesitating movement to the way Peter gropes with his free hand. Awkward. Ungainly. Finally, after several failed attempts and barely audible whimpers of frustration, he pulls the phone from his pocket, thumbs the screen to life and thrusts it towards me all without lifting more than his arm from the cold concrete.

The first thing I notice are the number of missed calls. A few are from May. That’s to be expected. The rest, and there are quite a few of them, are from someone listed as ‘The Wizard’ in his contacts. Just as I am trying to contemplate who this Wizard is and how Peter has a friend I’ve never heard of, the phone goes off in my hand.

Harry Potter theme ringtone. Cute, Kiddo. Cute.

I tap the green phone icon and lift it to my ear. The Wizard is already speaking and I don’t like the sound of him. He’s older. Not a kid. Probably closer to my age. Why is Peter getting this many phone calls from a man old enough to be his father? And no, that’s not jealousy. That’s not what I’m calling it, cause if I call it that…whole different can of worms I don’t even want to get into right now.

“Parker? Listen, I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t what you wanted to hear right now, I wish this could have been the answer, but trust me when I say it’s for the best. Please come back to the Sanctum, or go home to May, or go stay with Dr. Banner for the night. We’re all worried sick about you and this…this isn’t helping.”

“Are you done?” I ask, waiting impatiently for the man to finish his impassioned speech which gives me a few answers, but not many. “Now, care to tell me who this is?”

“Fuck.”

I pause, pulling back the phone a little to look at the display. Yep. The bastard hung up on me. Oh well, didn’t really want to talk to him anyway. I’m in the process of calling Happy for an assist when something catches my eye a little to the left. Sparks flying in midair, slowly growing into a circle that expands and expands until I can clearly see a house through the opening and a man in a decent D&D cosplay steps through with his brow knit in concern that only gets worse when he sees me. “The Wizard, I presume.” I mean, the kid had used the term ‘Wizard’, I don’t know why I’m surprised that he actually is one.

“Take your hands off the boy.”

I don’t like the way he thinks he can just make some hocus pocus and order me around. ”Willing to bet I saw him first, so…no.” I really wish Peter would let go of my hand long enough for me to activate the armor. I could force him to, but a part of me is afraid to break the physical contact. Something is seriously wrong with Peter, but he’s calm while he’s got my hand at least. “Who the hell are you and what makes you think you think you have the right to order me away from the kid?”

The wizard seems to be thinking about something, I don’t like the way he’s looking at me, but finally he waves a hand idly and the red cape around his shoulders flies off, winding its way around Peter’s limp form and slowly, gently, lifting him off of the ground.

“What do you think you’re…”

“’The Kid’ needs medical attention. He’s in shock. I can help him…and probably answer your questions while I’m at it. Just swallow your pride for five god damn minutes and…follow me.” He turns to walk back through the portal that has failed to close behind him through our whole exchange. He’s muttering to himself, and I can’t decide if he knows I can hear him or not. “At least I know you’re not an impostor, no one could convincingly fake an ego that size.”

The Wizard is not my favorite person.

Peter needs better friends.

Although I’m not excited to follow, the cape is taking Peter and I have to agree that the kid looks like he could use a little first aid. Since none of my resources seem to be working, this one seems like my only option. Peter, at least, seems to trust the man. And he said ‘Dr. Banner’, so is he a friend of Bruce’s too? Answers sound good just about now, so I follow, still not removing my hand from Peter’s as we step from the street into a room with an antique sofa and a roaring fire. The cape deposits Peter on the sofa and remains curled around him, the corner of the cape stroking affectionately at Peter’s cheek. The kid leans his head into it, and I’m not jealous of a damn piece of outerwear either. Just so you know.

Behind us, the portal closes and I find myself in a strange house in serious need of an interior decorator. The Wizard is ignoring me beyond practically pushing me away from Peter and forcing me to drop his hands. I really dis like this guy…and the whimper that Peter lets out when he break contact threatens to pull my beating heart from my chest. The kid is cognizant, at least I think he is, because he is following the Wizard’s instructions…albeit very slowly and only after he repeats them several times in a loud tone of voice. I remain quiet, only because I want to make sure Peter is okay, and because I don’t want to distract the Wizard just yet. Besides, I’m a little interested in what is going on over there.

“Peter?” The wizard checks his heart rate, checks his pupils, makes him follow a finger and after he presses a cup of tea and honey, that he had literally conjures from thin air, into the boy’s hands and forces him to drink it down, he follows up with a few questions that Peter is able to answer hoarsely. He loses me at the first question, but can you blame me?

“What day is it?”

“August 31st, 2023.”

When the Wizard doesn’t seem to be the least bit concerned about that, I have to speak up. “Uh, Gandalf, you aren’t going to follow up on that? The kid’s way off.”

The wizard glances up at me, lips set in a frown. “And what do you think the day is, Stark?”

“April 27th, 2018. Like I said, the kid is way off.”

When I give the correct date, Peter lets out a little squawk that is at once alarming and adorable, but that is neither here nor there. At least the kid recognized the actual date when he heard it, but where he got August 2023 from is beyond me. Peter is staring at me now, though he’s squinting his eyes in a way I’ve never seen him do before.

The wizard notices too. “Where do you keep your glasses, Peter?”

“Top drawer of my desk.” Peter answers softly. “In my room. Right hand side.”

With a few hand gestures, the wizard conjures another of those portals and his hand dips inside, drawing out a pair of wire rimmed glasses that he hands to Peter. Once they are sitting on his nose, Peter stops squinting and seems to relax, at least a little. I’m glad one of us can relax, because seeing Peter needing glasses has got me pretty fucking stressed…even if the glasses do give him an endearingly nerdy air that I can kind of dig… “What happened to sense being dialed to eleven, Pete?”

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Peter swallows hard before answering. “They’re not…anymore.”

The wizard lets out a long sigh, standing up and scrubbing a hand over his face. “The date Peter gave was correct, Stark. I wish I could be more tactful, but I have a feeling that the only way I’m going to get this through your thick skull is to be blunt. You died. Peter, here, has found a way to bring you back from the dead, even though I told him that it was impossible.”

“It wasn’t impossible.” Peter’s voice, though still hoarse, has a bit more force behind it now. “You lied to me, Dr. Strange. It wasn’t impossible because he’s here, isn’t he?”

“Wait. Wait I second. I died? What did the kid do, perform really good CPR?”

‘Dr. Strange’, that can’t be his real name, gives the kid a pointed look that has Peter staring into his lap and petting a free hand over the cape. “No, Mr. Stark. You died saving the world from Thanos and the infinity stones.”

I need to sit down. Clearly, I need to sit down. The story is a long one, though they should both be glad I don’t interrupt. Between the doc and the kid, I get a mixed up version of the story, but it gives me the jist of what happened. Not all of it, I can tell they’re both leaving things out, but…I don’t have the energy or the willpower to force them both to give me more answers then they already are. “Okay, so let me get this straight. Five years ago we fought an over-sized California raisin who wanted to use a magic glove to give the universe a mullet…he succeeded, it took us five damn years to figure out how to fix it…and in the process, I had to go all martyr/messiah and die to save the universe. But now I’m here, got no idea what the hell you’re even talking about…and somehow the kid did it which is why he looks like a goldfish in a blender. That about it, Mr. Wizard?”

“Doctor Strange, and yes…more or less.”

“The part that’s tripping me up here, and it’s probably not the part you think…is where you said you were trying to help the kid out in my absence. You know, look out for him, make sure he didn’t go and do anything stupid. Cause…me sitting here after I died, and him laying there looking like a spider-smoothie, seems like something pretty stupid that you should have stopped, right? I am right about that?” At least the doc doesn’t seem to be attempting to justify the shitty way he’s been looking after my Peter. “Okay, so how am I here, then, Kid? What did you do?” Nothing good, I can bet on that.”

“I made a deal with the devil.”

I don’t even have time to respond over the doc’s loud string of curses which he follows immediately with two quick questions. “What devil? Did he give you a name?”“There’s more than one?” Peter took the words right out of my mouth.

“Several, in fact. Did he give you a name, Peter?”

“He gave me the ‘word of Mephisto’.”

Okay, a part of me feels like I should be covering the kid’s ears. This language is a bit much, even for me, and I’ve never been accused of going light on the swear jar. “Who is Mephisto?” Obvious, question, I know, but someone has to ask it.

The doc turns on me now, almost as if he forgot I was even there. That doesn’t happen too often, let me tell you.

“He’s an extradimensional entity, built an entire dimension and persona based upon Earthly superstitions to portray himself as a devil and make deals with unsuspecting mortals.” Now I’m being ignored again, but I don’t mind, because the doc’s next question is exactly what I want to ask myself. “What did you have to give him, Peter?”

I think I already know. I hope I’m wrong. I gotta be wrong…

“My powers.”

Fuck.

“Fuck.” Well, Mr. Wizard and I are in agreement about this, at least. “Exact wording, Peter. What did you give him and what did you get in return? Wording is important.”

“I gave him my powers as of tonight…not like the bite never happened and stuff got undone, and I got Mr. Stark like he was the morning before the Black Order attacked not after when he might have been injured like he was on Titan or by the stones.”

“The morning of April 27th, 2018, that explains why he doesn’t remember me or the last five years…he hasn’t lived any of it.”

No wonder the kid needs glasses. No wonder he’s been acting strange. The kid gave up everything for me? “Why, Peter?” It’s the only thing I can think, the only question I have at that moment. “Why would you do something so…so stupid? Kid, I’m not worth that.”

“You are.” Peter argues, trying to rise from the couch but being pushed back by the cape. “You’re worth more than my powers, even. I would have given him my soul to get you back. I would have given him anything he wanted. For you…I’d give up anything.”

I don’t doubt that,and therein lies the problem.

Doctor Strange gives the boy a pitying look, turning another kind of gaze on me. Disapproval, perhaps? Something else, I can’t tell. No idea what the kid has told him since I died, but he must have told him something juicy because the Doc is calling the cape back to his shoulders. “I’m going to call Mrs. Parker and let her know that Peter is all right.

You two…probably have things you want to discuss in private.”

I really want to tell him not to leave me alone with the kid. I can’t. I don’t, but I want to. I’ve never known anyone willing to sacrifice so much for me before. Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me that it’s Peter doing the sacrificing. That kid loves with his whole heart, and all I ever really wanted was to be at the receiving end of it.

Now that I am, I feel like I’m the one going to hell…

#starker #endagmespoilersahead

[flauntpage]

Your Wednesday Morning Roundup

This is part of the Phillies’ future. And that future is happening now.

The Phillies once again took care of the Dodgers last night, 6-2. They’re 31-33 since the All-Star break. And the young guns were out in full force yet again.

Aaron Nola gave up only two runs on five hits in seven innings of work and struck out eight batters. Odubel Herrera went 2 for 3 and got an RBI on a bases loaded walk. Aaron Altherr hit his 18th home run to tie him with Rhys Hoskins for third on the team. J.P. Crawford recorded his first career triple with the Phils.

But once again, it was Hoskins who stole the show, batting in four runs on the night, including a bases-clearing double to break the game open in the bottom of the seventh after a 10-pitch at-bat! The man can do it all, even if he doesn’t hit home runs.

I’ve watched more Phillies baseball from the start of August to now than I have for the first four months of the season. Guys like Hoskins, Nick Williams, and now Crawford have brought life back to CBP.

The two teams play again tonight at 7:05. Jake Thompson faces off against Alex Wood.

The Roundup:

Sticking with the Phillies, Matt Breen discusses when fans may see Scott Kingery or Tom Eshelman next season:

The Phillies can preserve a year of Kingery’s club control by stashing him at triple A until roughly the middle of May. They can sacrifice six weeks of the season — in a year when the Phillies do not expect to contend — in exchange for delaying Kingery’s eligibility for free agency from 2023 to 2024. The Phillies would not be the first team to do such a thing.

Keeping Kingery at triple A would be a bit more challenging if he has a stellar spring training for the second straight year. The Phillies will likely try to move either Cesar Hernandez or Freddy Galvis in the offseason to make room for a future double-play pairing of Kingery and J.P. Crawford.

Eshelman could crack next season’s starting rotation, but a lot of that depends on how the team attacks the free-agent pitching market this winter. The Phillies already have eight candidates on their roster to fill a rotation alongside Aaron Nola. Eshelman, a 23-year-old righthander, is probably ticketed for triple A but could be the first pitcher promoted when a need arises.

The outfield is one of the team’s strengths, but could Aaron Altherr be the odd man out?

Finally, former Phillies beat writer Meghan Montemurro announced she was laid off from The News Journal after spending three and-a-half years covering the Phils.

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The Eagles may need to find temporary replacements for Rodney McLeod and Jaylen Watkins for a few weeks, according to Zach Berman:

Both players have hamstring injuries. No official prognosis has been offered, but a league source told the Inquirer and Daily News they could be sidelined for a few weeks.

That means veteran Corey Graham would start at safety in McLeod’s spot, and rookie Rasul Douglas would likely make his first career start in the place of Darby and Watkins. Both players played the bulk of Sunday’s loss to the Chiefs.

The team tried to sign safety DeAndre Houston-Carson from the Bears’ practice squad before Chicago promoted him to their 53-man roster.

After Doug Pederson gave his vote of confidence for Isaac Seumalo, offensive coordinator Frank Reich did the same. He also answered questions about the pass-run ratio:

“I’ll assume you’re right. I remember getting the number at halftime and I think we were 18 to 9, or something like that. We go out and hit a couple of plays in the passing game. All I can tell you is, as a play caller, you’re calling what you think is going to get the team down the field in that situation. So that’s what we were doing.”

Speaking of the run, Kevin Kinkead says there’s actually three problems to the team’s run game.

Chris Long is donating his first six game checks to fund two scholarships in his hometown of Charlottesville, Virginia.

http://pic.twitter.com/A77nmDPJLi

— Chris Long (@JOEL9ONE) September 20, 2017

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Giroux-Coots-Voracek? Claude Giroux played left wing in practice yesterday, but could we see him there during the season? Anthony Sanfilippo has more:

“We’re in camp and we want to look at all the good options we might have, and this is one we wanted to look at,” coach Dave Hakstol said. “This was a good day to take a look at it in practice and overall it was a pretty effective day for that group.

“G is still our number one center, but he’s such a skilled player that he can play anywhere on the ice. The level of camp G has had is outstanding. We talked about this a lot and thought this was a good time to look at it. We still have to evaluate it and take a look at it further and see where we go from there. We’re not going to draw any conclusions, but we’ll look at it and see if there’s a next step.”

That wasn’t the only new position he played. He threw out the first pitch at the Phillies game last night.

New starting goalie Brian Elliott is getting used to Philly’s system:

“It’s really intense. I think it’s a lot concentrated on [the defense] joining the rush and scoring,” Elliott said at camp on Saturday. “It’s just the first two days, and I’m sure they have their reasons to [do] certain drills, but we just have to kind of trust the process and go out there and do what they’re asking us to do.

“The first couple of days haven’t been really goalie friendly, let’s just say that.”

Defenseman Robert Hagg is ready to make the jump to the NHL this season.

Flyers take on the Islanders tonight at 7 in split-squad action. One group will play at the PPL Center in Allentown, while another will play at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. The Allentown game will be on TCN.

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With Sixers training camp around the corner, Rich Hofmann ponders five questions regarding the team’s rotation.

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Temple’s freshman quarterback Todd Centeio could be used more in tomorrow night’s game against South Florida.

Kevin Kinkead spoke to former Union executive and current National Lacrosse League commissioner Nick Sakiewicz about his soccer past and what he’s doing now to grow lacrosse.

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In other sports news, the New York Giants are also sticking with a struggling offensive lineman for the Eagles game.

After Santana Moss said that Robert Griffin III loved the Redskins firing Mike Shanahan in 2013, RG3 fired back:

No subtweeting needed Santana Moss, I treat you like a brother & have always had your back. To openly lie about me is a betrayal…..

— Robert Griffin III (@RGIII) September 19, 2017

Former Bears cornerback Charles Tillman is training to join the FBI.

Former Sixers player and head coach Doug Collins is back with the Chicago Bulls as a Senior Advisor of Basketball Operations.

This NBA offseason might be the best offseason in history:

Kevin Durant admitted that was really him on Twitter at #TCDisrupt

The NBA offseason >>> most actual seasons (: @anthonyVslater) http://pic.twitter.com/sY2mTr1v6B

— SB Nation (@SBNation) September 19, 2017

Devils forward Brian Boyle was diagnosed with chronic myeloid leukemia:

“For us, we’re in a good spot,” Boyle said, speaking about his wife, Lauren, and their two children, both under the age of 3. “We have a good plan of attack here, and I’m looking forward to getting on the ice and playing, to be honest. When that happens, I don’t know. But my mindset is Oct. 7 [opening night], to be honest with you. I don’t like missing games.

“But it’s just a thing you have to deal with, we have to deal with it, and that’s for us to deal with. Hopefully the season can go on as normal and regular as possible, and we don’t have to be asking about it all the time. If I suck one night, it’s because I suck, not because of any other reason. Hopefully, if that’s the biggest issue, than that’s a good thing.”

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In the news, Philadelphia mayor Jim Kenney appeared on Bloomberg to make his pitch for Amazon to have their new headquarters in the city. Some key points:

Cheaper real estate than New York or Washington

Dense concentration of colleges and universities

Close to eastern seaboard economic hub

10-year property tax abatement

Methacton School District has cancelled classes today as a teacher strike continues.

More details on the death of a Lafayette College freshman have been released.

Hurricane Maria has made landfall as a Category 4 storm in Puerto Rico.

Toys R Us has filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy.

A pop-up restaurant in Baltimore is serving up an insect-heavy menu to promote eating bugs as a viable protein source. This is one of the most disgusting things I’ve heard:

“With food, having fun is important, so I think this is a great way to bring awareness and have some fun while doing it,” he said.

How the hell are you having fun eating bugs? What’s wrong with crabs and seafood, or pretty much any other normal food?

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