#this took me way too long and i struggled with the poses way too much and it did not cure my art slump. oh well

[antirepurp]

revisited the old "they descended from ancients + shadow was made by them" concept and put more thought into the markings this time, that and i took cues from their concept arts as a treat for myself. no chaos forms this time bc if this has to sit on my hard drive any longer im going to start running up the walls hee hoo

(old art + original concept for the curious i suppose)

#sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #sticks the badger #shadow the hedgehog #purp art #this took me way too long and i struggled with the poses way too much and it did not cure my art slump. oh well #at least i got to compare this to my old art and feel like i've improved #anyway i need a new tag for this shit so i can like. revamp it from the ground up #bygone ancients #<- that works actually i'll add it to my nav page at some point #sonic #sth

[boxbug]

A Canary’s Final Flight

My piece for @trafficzine 4th edition! Get it for free here! 200 pages of excellent art and fics, incredible work from all participants and from the mods especially!! huge shoutout to the mods for real

Process notes under the cut! (I struggled a lot so it's a bit of a novel)

So the entire process was a Ride. I knew when I picked this prompt that I was going to have a hard time, because Jimmy’s final death had been illustrated a billion times over by extremely talented artists. But I had a Vision of the snapshot of the second before the impact, when everything is still but you know what’s about happen. It was very much inspired by the clip of Fog by Jabberwocky, bu the thing is, they have the advantage of all the build up of the fall, and that’s when the trouble started.

This was my first version, and obviously it wasn't working. And I was trying so hard, with so many iterations! Small wings, big wings, no wings, different poses, less backgrounds elements. I'd done compositions were everything seemed peaceful but something is Wrong, but it wasn't working this time.

So instead I focused on what rendering I'd like to do - I tried a painterly approach, for that visceral feeling, but it wasn't working either (but hey, I did keep the red sky, so, progress)

At this point I'd been doing back and forths for weeks and I was just as lost as at the start. Now that's my tip for people who make art of any kind, in situations like that, stop thinking about how you can make the best piece possible, and think about you can have fun with it (because when you aren't it's visible). And for that was, 1 - going back to using ink and pen nibs and doing way too detailed inking, and 2- looking at Dave McKean's covers for Sandman (which, funnily enough, was also a reference for my previous trafficzine piece)

And from there I was actually going somewhere! Between the jagged rocks, the red sky, and the increased verticality with the borders, I had hit the vibes I wanted.

I did some experimentation with the border, and even though I really liked the bad boys I drew they were taking too much away from the lonely desolation, so I actually used Red (Unecessary Redstone)'s idea of all of Jimmy's worldy's possessions scattered on the ground post impact, with the idea to make it looks like the central image is his grave being dug.

(and yes for a short amount of time the were supposed to be clock markings on the sun, but there was already enough going with the wings so I scrapped that) (also fun fact the reason why the wings aren't fully material but more ghostly is because my toddler cousin was watching me draw the very first draft and asked why he didn't just use his wings and i went :( so the wings are a metaphor now)

So from there I found a bunch of picture and took some myself, cut and assembled everything together, added shadows in all the appropriate places, and repainted some elements so that everything would look better intergrated (some of the wheats are basically 100% handpainted, the cardboard as well). This took a suprisingly long amount of time, but I was done!

Well I wasn't expecting to have that much to say, but I hope if you're still reading, it was at least interesting!

#trafficzine #limited life #limlife #limlife fanart #jimmy solidarity fanart #solidaritygaming #i forgot all the tags augh #curse of not posting often #mcyt fanart #mcyt #zine illustration #zines #my art

[kiwanopie]

cw: mdni dubcon. drunk sex. reluctant but willing reader. praise. filth. honestly don’t even read this.

the only alternative to opening my docs when horny is doing half a backflip and landing on my neck

When you open the door, he’s standing there propped on his elbow. Feet barely crossed in front of each other as he makes an attempt at posing as desirably as possible, and looking like a complete drunken fool in the process.

You raise a curious eyebrow.

“Hi.”

“Midoriya?”

“Helloo!” He greets again, and it’s tailed by a giggle as he moves forward.

“What’s-“

His arms are heavy and all surrounding as he pulls you into a hug, you nearly stumble back from how much weight he’s putting on you. Barely able to hold himself up correctly, and already dipping his head into the crook of your neck - you shiver as your friend takes in a few good whiffs of you.

Midoriya groans quietly. “Y’smell so good.”

“You smell like a distillery.” You rub his back. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Oh my god, s’much.” He giggles. And then he presses in more, kicking the door closed behind him. “Les’ have a sleepover. I’m so tired.”

He punctuates that by nearly laying all of his weight on you, giggling again when you grunt from the stress and try with all the strength you can muster to drag him to the bed.

You blow out a sigh as he bounces on your mattress from where you’ve all but thrown him, feet hanging precariously close to the floor as he stretches his arms and nuzzles into your blanket.

“How’d you even get up here like that?” You breathe.

“I took the elevator.”

You sigh again.

“If you’re gonna sleep in my bed, you can’t sleep in your regular clothes.” You turn your head to search through your drawers. “I don’t want my bed to smell like alcohol.”

Midoriya snorts behind you. “Okie.” And it’s followed by the sound of shuffling.

You’re quick as you grab the oversized college hoodie from your dresser, turning around - though hesitating a bit when you find him laid out in nothing but his underwear behind you, boxers fitting comfortably over his muscled thighs and chiseled stomach.

You try not to stare as you throw him the hoodie. “Put this on, whore. And fix yourself, don’t just sleep on top of the covers.”

“S’ bossy..” He pouts but he does it anyway.

Your feet patter around the room as you start to get ready for bed again, grabbing your phone from where you left it in the bathroom and plugging it up on your bedside table.

You're lifting a leg onto the bed while absently tying your hair up when Midoriya pulls at your lower thigh.

“Hm?”

“Can you…?” He starts drunkenly. “Do s’mthing for me.”

“Mhm?”

He looks at you for a while, drawing circles in your thighs.

“Sit on my face.”

You pause.

“You’re too drunk.”

Midoriya smiles giddily. “So? Y’expect me to ask you when I’m sober? You’re too hot.”

“You’re like barely conscious right now, Midoriya.”

He looks up at you a little woundedly. “Y’don’t want to?”

You wait a few long beats before answering a little honestly. “I mean… yeah but-“

You wobble a little as he starts to pull you in his direction, manhandled until you’re nearly hovering over his face. “W-wait. Midoriya, but you’re way too drunk! I don’t wanna-“

“Take advantage a’ me?” He slurs as he slides his head between your thighs, and you smell heavenly. “Been wan’in to do this like forever.”

He nuzzles his nose into your inner thigh as he reaches up to clumsily pull your panties to the side, breaths heated as you struggle in his grasp but his grip is unmoving.

“N-no wait!” You fumble. But even as you protest his hot tongue is already digging between your folds. “F-fuck…. Midoriya..!”

Vibrations send electric little waves up the rest of your torso as he moans contentedly underneath you. Sloppily dragging his tongue back and forth from your clit to the quivering little hole feeding him so well, momentarily taking a moment to dip his tongue in and all but dig you out as you inadvertently hump against his face.

His hands are steely as he keeps his hold on your hips, sliding them lovingly up your torso as he coaxes you to ride his face.

“Ah,” And the way you whine has him moaning out again. “We-… We shouldn’t be doing this…!”

Midoriya presses you more into his face as he defiantly nods in disagreement. He says something too. Maybe a cross between “mhm!” or “yes, we should.” But he’s not too keen on ripping himself away to sound any clearer.

You mewl when one of his hands slide up your shirt to fondle with your breasts, roughly squeezing in handfuls as he thumbs at your pert nipple.

You start to push at his head. “Izuku! Fuck, Izuku…” He chases your clit even as his head presses further into the mattress. “God…. your tongue…”

He grunts, removes the hand groping your breast to stop you from pushing his head away and instead card through his air.

“m’gonna cum…!” You whine. “Fuck m’gonna cum….”

Midoriya nods. “S’okay,” He sounds drunker than ever, cheeks red and eyes glazed over. “Go ‘head, baby. Y’ can cum.”

You gasp airily before letting out a moan that nearly has him cumming in his boxers, desperately humping into his face as you finally cum with a cry of his name, and he groans as he devours it all.

You’re whining from over stimulation when he’s finally getting his last few slurps in, kissing the inside of your thighs before finally letting you roll over and letting out a sigh of content. “God, thank you.” He breathes. “You’re so fucking good.”

You silently catch your breath.

You’re half dozing off when you feel your panties being pulled down your legs.

“N-no, wait. Midoriya, wait-“

He pouts as he pulls himself out of his boxers and god are you not prepped enough for that. “What happened to ’Izuku?’” And his pupils all but dilate as he presses your shirt up your chest. “Call me Izuku again, it was so cute?”

You halfheartedly push him away as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Come on, wait!” You whimper. “You’re gonna regret this in the morning…!”

“Why would I regret this in the morning? ‘ve been wan’ing to do this since I met- fuuckkk!”

You gasp. You can feel him in your guts and he hasn’t even gotten the whole thing in yet. You’re all but sobbing from the pressure as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“s’tight!” He whines. “So fucking tight, princess. You’re milking me..!”

You dig your nails into his upper back as he lays his head in the crook of your neck and starts pistoning. He’s definitely rearranging your guts right now.

“s’too much, ‘zuku!” You mewl as he pants into your ear. “s’too deep! Fuck! You’re breaking me!”

“Mh yeah?” He lazes a few whiskey tinted kisses down your pulse point. “Ah- y’feel me in there? Feel me in your tummy?”

Midoriya lifts himself on one of his arms to press on your lower stomach and you all but convulse. “Look at how pretty this pussy is.” He lowers his hand till he’s rubbing attentive circles on your clit. “Takin’ me so well. Makin’ me feel so…ah… good!”

He’s lifting one of your legs and coaxing the other further when he lays his weight on you again, forcing his tongue in your mouth that still tastes like you.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He pulls back and admits. “Always wanted you to be mine. And now you’re-“ Midoriya grunts. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.”

You’re gonna squirt at this point. “You’re really suckin’ me in, huh? You want my cum?”

You whine.

Midoriya brings back his hips to push in a firm dragging thrust. “Good girls get what they ask for, baby.” He kisses the underside of your jaw. “Y’want it? You want my cum?”

“Ye- fuck!” You cry. “Yes! Yes!”

Midoriya groans. “Yeah y’do. Good fucking girl.”

Your back arches as his hips piston back and forth steadily into your core, creaming all over his cock as the way you pulsate around him has him clenching his teeth - and fucking into you even as you clench around his hot cum.

He whines as his thrusts finally shallow, slowing till he’s pressing as deep as he can and grinding his hips against yours, so desperately that the bed catches the current and the mattress wavers as he needily grinds himself in as deeply as he can.

It’s enough to have you creaming around him a second time, more managed seizing as your insides clench around him in the throws of your third orgasm and he cums again with a broken moan.

You can finally catch your breath when you reach up for him, carding your fingers in his hair before jolting a bit in his grasp as he rolls the both of you over.

You sigh. “Jesus, Izuku-“

Snore!

He’s asleep.

#sigh #is this who i am #is this who ive become #tw dubious consent #bnha x reader #bnha smut #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #mha smut #smut #this is just nasty #bnha izuku #izuku smut

[strangerxperv]

hiiii id like to request a robin buckley x reader smut, maybe one where robin’s this desperate loser lesbian archetype and she has a huge crush on reader, reader ends up letting robin fuck her however she wants. sorry if this isn’t how you’re supposed to request, i couldn’t find a request button!! thank you!! :)

A request I've been sitting on

Robin Buckley x popular Reader

Minors fuck off

NSFW

word count: 1K

You're popular, like truly popular and friendly with literally everyone. Friends with jocks, nerds, druggies, outcasts, and other popular people (just as a few examples). Being a class clown with charisma sprouting like flowers in spring has its perks.

It's the reason Robin has such a crush on you and can't help but follow after you. You're both besties! The kind where one jokes about fucking the other and that friend desperately wants it to be a reality. She wants to see how pretty your clit is and how good you taste.

Robin's seen you naked thanks to gym class and the occasional slumber parties. She knows what color your nipples are and how much hair is on your pelvis. The way your ass jiggles when you pull up your panties.

Robin knows what your favorite panties and bras are, it's memorized, she even knows your sizes. Hell! You've even posed while wearing lingerie to get Robin's friendly opinion.

What she doesn't know is that you've figured her out, her little secret. You still remember the first time Robin saw you completely nude. You thought she broke her jaw from how hard her jaw hit the floor.

The way she looked you up and down. Blue eyes lingering on your tits and sliding down to your pussy, seemingly stuck. Robin's eyes widen when she sees that you're wet, slick shining.

You pieced it all together after that and loved to make her squirm. Flirting with the brunette was your favorite pass time and left you more than wet. You wanted to see how long it would take her to notice that you knew. You wondered how long it would take for her to snap, what will she do?

Which leads you to now, with your legs spread wide and cunt glistening in front of your best friend, "Is my ex right? Does it look gross?"

Her blue eyes are eclipsed with black that snap up to your face before taking in your entirety. "He's an idiot. If I were a guy I'd be hard as hell."

"You aren't hard? Clits get hard but you said you aren't, so it's not pretty?"

Robin's face reddens and she licks her lips before speaking, "No, I'm definitely hard. It's so fucking hot. Like, seriously hot." Her trembling words encourage your hand to slide down. Gently you spread your cunt open to show your twitching clit and sopping hole. "Whoa."

Her whisper buffs onto your slit and lads on your pearl forcing more slick onto the bed. "Well, I don't know that for sure." You pause, "Can I see?" Her head snaps up at you so fast you worry for her neck and if it might hurt later.

"Y-you want to see, you want to see my...down there?" Robin's face couldn't possibly get any more red and she holds her breath.

"Well...we are both girls so it's not a big deal plus we're both besties! And, to be fair, you've seen me." Still your legs are spread while you keep your lips open. "Would it help if I took everything off?"

With that you remove your hand and whip the shirt over your head. Making fast work of your bra to toss onto the floor. Your tits bounce with the movement leaving you completely nude. "Does this help? Can I see if you're hard?"

At this point you could ask Robin to murder someone and she'd agree. How could she refuse her crush? Especially when she's completely naked on her bed with spread legs.

Robin stands silently and fumbles with the button on her jeans then struggles to pull the zipper down. Shucking them down quickly to kick it aside before yanking her panties off and kicking them aside too. Robin climbs onto the bed and spreads her own tan legs.

You close your thighs and sit up onto your knees crawling to her. In a few short moments you're between her legs. Your hand slides up the bed to below Robin and up the inside of her thigh, it's slick. "I can't see." Comes your breathy explanation as you gently spread her open.

Her clit is a pretty pink color and standing at attention, stiff, and it calls to you. Blowing purposefully onto the shiny pearl makes it twitch desperately. Robin let's out a surprised gaspy moan with her head thrown back.

"You really are hard for me. Does that mean you wanna fuck me? When boys are hard that means they do." You want her to say it. Say that she needs you as much as she needs you.

"Mmm..." Her blue eyes lock with your own pretty eyes, "I want to...I-I do." It's not that Robin is unsure of her feelings but she is afraid.

"Why? Do you like me like a boy does?"

"Please, please don't be mad." There's tears in her blue eyes as she begins to close her legs.

But before she can you're between them pressed against her. Your lips are on her own in a gentle embrace that makes her gasp. Your slick tongue flicks her lower lip announcing it's presence. Slithering into Robin's mouth the wet appendage tangles with her own.

"I could never hate you Robin. Not for this. I know how you feel and I obviously feel the same. Never, never question this." You lay one more quick kiss onto her plump lips, "Since you've liked me longer I think you should fuck me first, however you want me."

Those words seem to spur her forward as she flips you onto your back, "You've known the entire time. You little fucking tease! Do you know how many panties you've ruined and how many nights I had to feel guilty? Cumming to you was the best and worst thing up to this point." She bites your neck until you're crying out her name, "Tonight you're gonna make it all better cause I'm gonna punish you till I feel better."

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley smut #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x lesbian #robin loser lesbian #robin buckley x crush reader

[eldstunga]

Hi! I really love your art! The lines are so bold but the colours so natural that it feels distinct but grounded?? I'm obsessed with the shapes in your work

I was wondering if you had any advice for drawing bodies? Whenever I try it either my proportions are off or an arm ends up looking like a calf or something.

First of all, thank you <3 That's so nice and I think "lines bold, colours natural" is some truly aspirational words to say about my art, I'll strive to be what you say I am <3 I do not, unfortunately, have any great tips on drawing bodies - it's a very wide topic and fundamentally just really bloody hard. I fail horribly 9 times out of 10. How to approach it I think varies a lot with like...HOW you are struggling, and who you are as a person. For proportions and anatomy there are definitely books to look at, and some rules of thumb that can help you - anything from "the shoulders are about 2.5-3 heads wide" through "feet are the same length as the forearm", "elbows are in line with the navel and the navel is two sternums down" etc etc. For me, realising just how big the ribcage actually is and learning how to use that as a unit of measure was a big event (the torso is about two ribcages long). Look at references, Draw over low opacity references and try to look for patterns that help YOU. Like... "Hm, do the shoulders line up with something useful?"

Having a good ref model to double check things helps too. The pen is pointing to about the bottom of the ribcage. But there's also stuff like maybe you're getting too hung up on construction and then it might help more to try to draw from references by ONLY blocking in a silhouette first. This helps me sometimes still:

Or you could be like me, struggle with all of the above and then some - like how to make poses look natural and/or dynamic? Weight distribution is a whole other topic.. gah, it never ends, but it's fun to learn.

Lastly, this took me way too long to realise and I think it should be said: Do not fret too much about STUDYING. The unfair thing is that the better you are at something, the better you will be at actually learning from doing studies and exercises or reading books. We accept this with many other disciplines and sports but rarely art. Mileage is king, and mileage is best gained from having fun and enjoying what you do. If you find studies suffering and frustrating you're probably better off just drawing what you enjoy and fuck it if it isn't "pushing your boundaries" or whatever. Eventually you'll get to the point where studies start to give more than they take, and then you're home free. I'm not gonna recommend a billion resources you likely won't enjoy but here are some things I genuinely found helpful lately: * a physical anatomy model, they're pricy and not necessary but being able to just look at it every now and then, turn it over etc helps. * The "Morpho" series of books, they do not teach anatomy, but they are very useful quick reference books and much more easily digested than most anatomy material. Just try to find a real anatomy book to read once your appetite is up as well.

The zig-zag/Lightning bolt method for arms and legs, fuckin' thing revolutionised how I sketch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCkmB030GpQ

Gottfried Bammes "The Complete guide to Anatomy for Artists and Illustrators" This thing is insane, it's from the 50's and like 600 pages long. You could absolutely kill someone with it, but a lot of the pages are more philosophical or art history you can skip and despite its age and fear factor this dude writes in a witty, clever and just wonderful way that I've seen nowhere else. Fantastic photos. By far, FAR the best anatomy book I've ever seen. It's not a book I'd recommend for someone starting out, I would not have been able to digest it like four years ago, but once you get to a certain point it's amazing.

That's a lot, uhhh, feel free to ask me for more specific tips this was a bit of a rant. Hope some of it was useful!

#art tips #.txt #asks #sorry its such a wide topic I dunno where to start

[babybluebex]

𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 | 𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡 (𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done.ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ralph (timewasters, 2017) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none! cuteness with ralph, maybe kissing? if that’s a warning? 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is so short i’m sorry but it’s fine (also the surname penbury is courtesy of @mypoisonedvine hehe thanks jd &lt;;3)

“Don’t you think you’re a little mean to Ralph sometimes?” you asked, looking down into your glass of champagne. The party was raging all around you, the jazz quartet having moved into some slower songs after the fun of their first song, and Victoria had dragged you to sit and gossip about the “drippy” musician that she planned on asking to dance. 

Of course, this wasn’t the first time you had ever posed the question to Victoria. You had known Lady Victoria Penbury since you were in nappies together, and you had known Lord Ralph for just as long— Ralph had a habit of trailing after his twin like a lost puppy, and, while Victoria had always treated her brother as a brother, teasing him and all, since moving into adulthood, her teasing had become more than that. 

“What do you mean?” Victoria asked, her pencil-thin eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “He’s Ralph.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you said. “You talk over him all the time, you dismiss him constantly; he doesn’t deserve that.” 

“And since when do you care?” Victoria asked. “You’ve done it too.” 

“I used to,” you corrected her. “And I feel bad about it. But he’s your brother, you should treat him better.” 

“Why do you suddenly care about how I talk to Ralph?” Victoria asked.

“Because it’s his birthday too,” you said, gesturing across the room to him. “And he’s sitting all alone over there.” 

“If you’re so concerned about him, you go over to him,” Victoria told you, lifting her nose up. “Go apologize for the way we’ve treated him.” 

“I was never as bad as you,” you said, gritting your teeth. “At least I act like I actually care about Ralph.” 

With that, you got up from the table, gathering your purse in your hand, and you scowled once more at Victoria before taking yourself across the room to where Ralph sat all alone, nursing a glass of champagne. He looked pitiful, although Ralph often looked pitiful, his big eyes wet and owlish and his shoulders slunk in on himself. You knew that Ralph had the capacity to be lively, and seeing him look so forlorn only tugged on your heartstrings. 

“Hi,” you said gently, and he looked at you with his doe eyes. God, he really was gorgeous, especially in the multicolored suit jacket that he wore. His hair was slicked back, small fashionable waves sculpted, and you watched his entire demeanor change at the sight of you. 

Ralph straightened up, a smile breaking on his face, and he cheered your name. “How are you?” he asked, and he gestured at the empty chair next to him for you to sit. The beads on your dress lightly clacked as you sat, and Ralph looked like he couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “How are you, though, Ralph? You look… Sad.” 

Ralph shrugged. “I’m merely gathering energy,” he told you. “For the next dance! Would you dance with me?” 

“Of course I will,” you told him, but you struggled to swallow. “Ralph, I wanted to come here to say, um… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Ralph asked, his eyebrows furrowing, much like his sister; for twins, they didn’t look anything alike, but often they had the exact same expressions and mannerisms. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But I have, though,” you protested. “I’m so… I’ve been so mean to you. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.” 

“You haven’t been mean,” Ralph said. He played with his tie, his fingers lightly stroking the silken fabric, and you sighed heavily. He was anxious and uncomfortable, you could tell, and you reached out and took his hand. 

“Yes, I have,” you told him. “I-I’m rude to you all the time, I never listen to you, I feel proper terrible about the way I’ve treated you these past few years. And here we are, your birthday party, and you’re all alone. If I’ve done anything to hurt you, please, let me apologize.” 

Ralph was quiet, his chest heaving as he sighed, and he mumbled, “You’ve done nothing bad to me. Victoria is your friend, and I, her little brother. If anything, treating your friend’s little brother like dirt is common, and you’ve not nearly gotten there yet.” 

“Ralph, you realize how bad that is, right?” you told him, holding his hand tightly. “I’m sorry for treating you that way. I-I feel awful.” 

Ralph was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking, and he took his bottom lip between his teeth.  “Dance with me now,” he said simply. 

“Dance with you?” you repeated. “Why?” 

“Because I want to dance, there’s a good song playing, and I have nobody to dance with,” Ralph told you. Then, grinning, he added, “You promised me. And it’ll help me accept your apology quicker.” 

“Oh, so you’re manipulating me?” you asked with a light laugh, and Ralph nodded quickly. 

“It’s what I do best,” Ralph told you, and you were glad to see his smile back. Ralph was a typically happy guy, always giddy and smiling, and you loved to see it. Truthfully, if you could find it in yourself to admit it, you loved to see Ralph. 

He was such great fun, always chattering away or playing his ukulele, and, over the years, you had grown a fondness for the slightly younger Penbury sibling. He was a handsome man, those big eyes and pink lips and sweet smile, and his chirpy happiness was intoxicating; that is, when Victoria wasn’t dissing him. There might have been a time when you would have said that you had a crush on Ralph, but, now, as adults, you had locked those feelings away. 

Ralph stood from his chair, his hand still in yours, and he pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, his shoes making an odd tapping noise as he walked. “Are you…” you started with a giggle, and Ralph’s smile grew. “Are you wearing tap shoes?” 

“Yes!” Ralph exclaimed. “Aren’t they wizard?” His face fell for a moment, almost as if he expected you to interrupt him or shout his name to get him to quiet down, and your heart hurt. 

“They are wizard,” you told him. “Exceptionally wizard, Ralph.” 

“A-And my hair?” Ralph asked next, his hand drifting up to lightly touch the finger waves in his hair. 

“Handsome, as always,” you said, and that cute smile spread across his lips again. One of his hands came down then to touch your waist, the other capturing your free hand, and you laughed at the tap-tap-tap of his shoes as he stepped to dance with you. 

“You look beautiful,” Ralph told you, and, when you looked up at his face, you were mesmerized by those eyes of his. If you were just a little drunk, you might have even tried to kiss him. You felt the pull in your belly, but your confidence is what you lacked. You didn’t care what Victoria thought, or any of your other socialite friends— you were terrified of Ralph. Sweet Ralph scared the hell out of you. If you kissed him and he rejected you, you had no idea what you would do with yourself. 

“Thank you,” you told him anyway, and you clenched your back teeth to keep in any confessions of admiration. 

Ralph, it seemed, had other ideas. A moment passed, those big eyes fixed on your face, and he whispered, “Please don’t hate me.” 

“Why would I—“ you started, but Ralph leaned forward before you could finish your question, and he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was objectively simple, nothing more than his mouth meeting yours, but fireworks exploded in your chest all the same. Ralph was kissing you, and you loved it. 

The kiss broke, and you couldn’t control the warm flush that invaded your cheeks. Ralph gave you a shy smile, and he said, “Do you hate me?” 

“I could never,” you told him, and your hand lifted from his and fell to the back of his neck, and you kissed him again. You could almost feel Victoria’s beady eyes lock on you as you kissed Ralph, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything; only Ralph. 

Ralph said your name against your mouth, and you pulled away from him with hopeful eyes. “I…” he started. “I wanted to… I have a question for you.” 

“Anything, Ralph,” you told him, your eyes softening at him. “What is it?”

“I’ve wanted to ask you for years,” Ralph confessed, and your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smiled at your simple affections, and he cleared his throat, like he was nervous. “But do you… I…” 

“”Ralph?” you asked gently, cradling Ralph’s cheek in your hand. He nuzzled his face into your hand for a moment, his eyes closed as he breathed, and he finally opened his eyes and looked down at you. 

“Marry me.” 

“Ralph,” you gasped, and your heart sank into your stomach. “Oh, darling, I can’t do that.” 

“Why not?” Ralph asked. “We’ve known each other our whole lives, and I love you, and I know that you love me too. You don’t have to tell me, because I know.” 

You liked how Ralph just seemed to know, that you didn’t need to tell him anything. Despite him knowing, though, you needed to tell him. “I do love you,” you confessed. “I think I always have. But we can’t just get married, darling, there are things we need to do first.”

“Like what?” Ralph asked quickly. “I’ll do them. Anything to be yours.” 

You took a deep breath, and you mumbled, “At least take me on a date first before you marry me.” 

“I’ll do it,” Ralph told you. “What else?” 

“Ralph, darling, it’s just not how things are done,” you uttered. Despite everything, you stayed in his arms, and you leaned forward and touched your cheek to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat under his jacket, quick like a rabbit’s, and you added, “I need a ring, and we’re not even courting. I adore the thought, I do, but we can’t just get married.” 

“Says who?” Ralph asked. “I’ve loved you since we were little. And, knowing how you feel, it only makes me more anxious to start my life with you.” 

“You have a life—” you started, but Ralph cut you off. 

“Do I?” Ralph asked. “Trailing after my sister is not a life. My life means nothing without you, my love. You bring me meaning and happiness.” 

“You do the same for me,” you said softly, and you looked up at his face. “I… Alright, Ralph. I’ll tell you what: I’ll marry you tomorrow if you want, but you have to tell Victoria.” 

Ralph pouted, and it made you smile. “Must I?” he asked, like the tortured little brother that he was. 

“It’s like you said,” you told him. “If you’ve known me your whole life, so has your sister. Tell her that you intend to marry me tomorrow.” 

Ralph looked over his shoulder to Victoria, who was, as you had suspected, staring right at you. “One more kiss before the dragon breathes fire and slays me?” he mumbled as he turned back to you, and you giggled. 

“Of course, my darling,” you whispered, and Ralph leaned down to kiss you one more time.  

#ralph timewasters #ralph penbury #ralph timewasters x reader #ralph penbury x reader #timewasters 2017 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #*my writing

[kimmiessimmies]

Make this night count...

"Look at all the colours! Isn't it pretty, James?"

"Very. The view is great from up here."

"It was a good idea to book this room for tonight."

"I'm full of good ideas."

"We have made things difficult for her this year, haven't we, James?"

"For whom, lovely?"

"Our author. This. Us. It was never part of her plan, was it?"

"No, but, haven't we also made things great for her?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, we've made things great for us, either way, Sade."

"Cheers to that, lovely."

"Sade..."

"Hmm...?"

"You wouldn't let me kiss you under the mistletoe because of where it might lead, but... since we're here now... Will you let me kiss you for New Year's?"

"Umm... No, I don't think so...

"Oh... Sorry..."

"I'm not going to let you kiss me for New Year's, James, because I'm going to kiss you first."

"Wha..."

"Happy New Year, you."

"Happy New Year, my girl..."

......

....

...

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think she'll let us be together in the new year?"

"We'll have to see, love... Let's make this night count while we're here..."

My dear followers,

This year has been very... intense... for me. I already wrote a long post about my mental health struggles, which put a huge stamp on my year. However, 2023 will also forever be the year I went back to my Sims, back to my stories, and back to Tumblr.

I spent five years away. Both because real life took over and because I had gotten into a rut with my Sims and the story. I never forgot them, though, and never stopped loving them. And suddenly, somewhere in February, it clicked. Everything fell into place, and I knew where I wanted to go with it all. In fact, it was this boy up here, my dearest James, who pulled me back. His story was suddenly clear as day to me. But how to begin? So, in March, I decided to just start writing. Then, I dusted off my game, found that all shortcuts and cheats were apparently in my muscle memory, and started shooting pictures to go with what I had written. And once I got going, I didn't stop. Everything I wrote in 2023 (and that's a lot!) even if it seemed unrelated, was geared towards James's story and the big moment that still lies ahead. However... As I've emphasised several times by now, I didn't account for this girl... So now it's like James said, "We'll have to see."

Coming back to my story brought me so much this year; I went from gameplay-based to story-based and found out how much I truly LOVE writing and how much it helps me, especially now that I'm going through rough times. Encouraged and inspired by someone dear to me, my story gained a title and came to Tumblr in full. I learnt to not only accept the benefits of poses, but how incredibly enhancing they can be to bring my ideas to life when used right. I reconnected with old contacts and made new connections too, some of whom proved to be true friends outside of this Tumblr/Sims world too. I've loved getting caught up on the stories I used to follow and discovering new ones. I've been amazed at how good CC has become in five years and pleasantly surprised to see there's still a good crowd playing TS3 in addition to the great things some of you are doing with TS4. All of this has been bright spots in my darkness.

And now we're entering 2024. I hope it will be light and bright for all of us. May the good days outnumber the bad ones and may we continue to feel the joy these little pixel-people bring us. Happy New Year to you and yours.

Much love. ❤️

-Kim

P.s. I know, I know; Some of you are now very disappointed you didn't get to see James and Sadie "making the night count." Just for all of you filthy animals I have one more post in this non-canon series set to go. Be forewarned; this one is very NSFW (And Not Suitable To View At New Year's Parties With Lots Of People Around) and will be labelled mature. I also have a sneaking suspicion it'll take Tumblr about 3 seconds to take it down, so I have an alternative post with Pillowfort link waiting in the wings. Going live as the the New Year hits where I am, at midnight GMT+1. See them making the night count by clicking here!

#this is obviously non canon again #My Jadie love is strong... #atoh New Years message #atoh au #Sims NYE #both sims and non sims #personal #long post #the sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 #sadie stevens #james wyler

[tinyidle]

Can you do a part two of For the Memories with Dom Yuqi + Strap on?

༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 3 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺

hope you enjoy this! and for all the people who were bullying me about another gidle fic, especially you 'userabcxyz', if you don't read and give this fic notes i swear i will.. cry 🥺/j

Stay Focused - SYQ

wc: 1.8k

WARNING: filthy filthy smut, modeling au, friends-with benefits, rough sex, degradation, facesitting, strap-on usage, scissoring, throat fucking, b!g d¡ldo, mommy!yuqi, meandom!yuqi, insatiable!yuqi, sub!reader, dumb!reader, fem reader, fiction ofc

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you were asked to help yuqi with phototaking for her magazine shoots. usually she does it alone, but because of your previous encounter regarding a camera, she invited you to one of her shoots for the day.

you, however, couldn't focus as she kept posing in what you considered suggestive poses. with each and every pose suggestion the head photographer showed her, yuqi would somehow jut her hips more, accentuate her legs, and basically pop out her figure. before long, your body had betrayed you and you lost all control. when everyone was taking a five-minute break, you decided to greet the older girl with a kiss on the lips, much to her surprise as she yelped. when you heard your name being called, you immediately pulled away from her.

"what the fuck, man?" yuqi yelled out to you, clearly annoyed from the lipstick smudge on her now pink-stained lips and cheek. "i need you to take help me take pictures for instagram, not get me all messy."

your face reddened once reality sunk in. you realized what you just did. this was supposed to be a favor for your friend. you were supposed to be professional. this wasn't supposed to be something as casual as having sex. "im sorry, yuqi," you swiftly apologized, wiping the smeared gloss off your dry lips. "but you looked too good. you know how distracted i get seeing you. i just couldn't resist." the woman remained unamused as you took out a wipe from your purse and gently removed the smudge of taint from her lips and cheek.

although she was angry at you ruining her makeup, yuqi smirked as she devised a plan. "okay, how about this. if you can compose yourself for the rest of the shoot, when we finish and head to my place, ill reward you. how does that sound?" immediately you nodded, liking the sound of that idea. however, that wasn't enough. "how does that sound, baby?" you blushed deeply before looking down and replying

"yes mommy."

"okay," yuqi confirmed, a wide smile on her beautiful face. "now point that camera on me and stay focused so we can get out off here."

hours passed, yet it seemed like eternity before the shoot finally was over. over time you were soaking your panties more and more as the head photographer suggested even more raunchy poses, as well as the makeup team making her face even sexier than you could ever imagine. once the shoot was thankfully over, you and yuqi went out to eat before going to her place.

yuqi's dorm was big, despite her technically not living alone. when you got in and went to sit down on the couch nearby, yuqi stopped you. "let's go to my room so that i can reward you, hmm?" you nod almost absentmindedly, allowing the taller girl to lead you to her room. yuqi sighed, "speak baby, or else you get no reward."

you gained your voice back to reply to her the best way you could. "yes mommy," you nodded again. yuqi nodded and took your hand.

once inside her room, yuqi sat down on the bed and patted the comforter. "come here, my dirty little girl." when you sheepishly walked over to her, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you to her lips as she kissed you hungrily. you moaned into her mouth as she lead you both up to stand. it had been a while since you last tasted her, and your hunger was strong.

"mmmm," you hummed in her mouth. after some lovable making out, your friend turned a bit aggressive, pushing you against the wall as she kissed you harder, you struggling to gain consciousness of what was going on. once you finally realized what was happening, your and her clothes were discarded, and you were both back on the bed with her cunt on top of your nose. you were laid underneath her, her core dripping with need. she, however, stayed poker-faced.

as yuqi pulled herself from your lips, she instructed, "put that tongue of yours to good use. i want to feel your warm tongue between my legs again." you obeyed, unable to form words at first before murmuring out a 'yes mommy'. soon enough, her cunt started gushing onto your tongue as she came in your mouth with an audible sigh. as much as you tried to focus on cleaning her slit, her clit kept rubbing against your nose. after a minute of chasing her cunt, you gave up on cleaning her up, releasing a frustrated breath as you pushed yuqi's legs away from each side of your head. yuqi didn't like this, so to her much disappointment, she smacked your thigh. you cried out as she scolded you, "no one told you to stop. now clean me up or else i'll punish you for not following instructions."

you followed through, licking yuqi's cunt clean before sucking her clit into your mouth. although yuqi was caught her off guard by you latching your mouth onto her, she stayed unnerving, only shuddering when she came again. after you did what she wanted and then some, you lay still as yuqi climbed off your face, you knowing that you'll be rewarded now. your eyes fell on the corner of the room that had yuqi's black strap-on laying across it. yuqi noticed you staring at the toy also and smiled. "after tonight, you'll owe me, hm?" you nodded mutely, mouthing a 'fuck me mommy' before smiling widely.

"fuck, i love you," yuqi groaned before picking up the thick toy. she then ordered you to lick the entire length of the dick, savoring the taste of the soft, stark rubber. you sank your mouth onto it, gagging once the tip of it hit your throat. you only had half of it in your small mouth. "that's it," yuqi encouraged you, slowly thrusting the toy in and out of you. "make this dick nice and wet. got to make sure you get it all lubed up for your greedy pussy to take, right baby?" you only hummed in delight as the toy felt more and more slick by the thickness of your saliva on it.

after wetting the strap, you gave it to yuqi, who swiftly wrapped the harness part of it around her hips. you pushed yourself back on the bed, your exposed cunt wet enough to take anything she would give you. once yuqi tightened and secured the harness, she sat on the edge of the bed where you were, pushing the black dildo against your clit. you whimpered slightly, looking up at yuqi. "lie on your back, baby," she instructed, and you did so, propping your legs up a bit.

she spread your thighs open and positioned the dick towards your core, the head already being covered by your juices on it. without hesitation, yuqi sank the entire toy inside you, groaning loudly. "god, you're tight. i hope it doesn't hurt." it didn't hurt at all, however, as you gasped in pleasure from the cock opening you up.

just as you couldn't hold back from kissing her in the magazine shoot, you couldn't hold back moans from the immense intrusion onto your core. as your cunt was getting streched more and more, your exclamation grew incessantly louder. this did not go well with yuqi, with her smacking your breasts. you sobbed at the stinging feeling. "if you don't shut up, i might end up making you scream when i actually start fucking you." you continued whining until she put a finger on your lips. you relaxed under her finger and quickly stopped. "now, stay focused as mommy rewards you."

yuqi thrusted in and out of you slowly at first. with each pass of her cock, you writhed your hips, moaning softly. yuqi then increased the speed of her thrusting until eventually you began shouting yuqi's name. no sooner had you did, yuqi grabbed your cheeks and forced your face towards her own sexy one, her leaning forward so that your noses touched at the tips. she impaled you further and further with each slam of her hips, you throwing your head back each time. it felt like she was ripping you apart and reconstructing you back together again. every. single. time.

in little to no time, you could feel yourself approaching your climax. you didn't want it so soon, however. "wait, i don't want to cum yet." no answer. "no, mommy please!" still no answer. "ugh, yuqiiiii!" you called out to her, a little frustrated. you screamed out yuqi's full name at this point, yet she silenced you, forcing your mouth shut as she lowered herself to suckle on your breasts. you arched your back as the dam that held your juices back broke, with you effectively squirting on her.

yuqi stopped for a while, making sure you catch your breath. when she decided it was safe to continue, yuqi shoved the strap deeper into you and drove her hips impossibly forward, connecting her pelvis with yours like glue. this is when you really cried out loud, profusely cumming hard again. when you were deep into euphoria, yuqi leaned down to bite your neck lightly as she pulled out of your now spent cunt. when she took off the silicon toy back in its rightful spot on the mattress, she turned you on your side. when you looked up, yuqi smiled. "ready to continue?"

you knew exactly what she meant. yuqi would reward you even more; spoil you. that thought spurred you to regain your strength, even though you didn't know if it was going to be enough. you were tired, and yuqi didn't seem to be close to finished. that is until you remembered she said that you owed her. "uh-huh," you nodded weakly.

once yuqi let you gain more stamina, she demanded, "lay down." she moved the comforter around you so that you were now nestled in its middle. she then made you lie down on the pillows. once you did, she knelt between your legs, putting her hands on either side of your chest, positioning her core on your dripping lips as she took the strap back in her hand. "open your mouth, slut."

whimpering from the insulting name, but loving it, you opened wide as yuqi wasted no time sliding her strap-on inside your throat. "good girl," yuqi complimented. she began moving her hand back and forth, gradually increasing the pace of her thrusts inside your mouth. you started bucking your hips upwards, making your lover moan loud as her pace picked up more and more, with her once stilled hips moving as quick as her hand.

it wasn't long until your breathing became heavier and both your orgasms intensified before spilling over, your body moving in rhythm with yuqi's. once you were done, yuqi rolled off you, still panting heavily. "that was hot. you've earned yourself another reward," yuqi announced.

the next thing you know, you were on your back, yuqi's hand reaching for her phone nearby, and a camera flash went off to your now spent body.

#mommy!may #gidle smut #yuqi smut

[jpmarvel90]

Mr Tin Man

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Singer Reader

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett broke up when their relationship couldn't over come the difficulties both of their careers posed. Both realising what they're missing, can they find their way back to each other?

Word Count: 4354

Y/N’s POV:

It had been a year since Scarlett Johansson, and I had broken up. She was the love of my life, the woman I thought I would marry, have kids, and spend the rest of my life with. But life had other plans. It wasn’t a messy break up. No one cheated or fell out of love. We were both just in a point in our life where our careers were restricting us being able to spend quality time together. We were right for each other but it wasn’t the right time.

So, although it broke our hearts, we decided the best thing was to end it before we got bitter and angry at each other. We agreed to stay friends, but I was heart broken and any time we spent together felt like a dagger to my heart knowing that I would never have her again. As time went on, our work schedules made even meeting up as friends difficult and we eventually stopped seeing each other.

Whilst Scarlett was away filming a number of Marvel films, I had been completing my latest album followed by a world tour. I didn’t deal with the breakup well at all. I started to isolate myself and focus all my efforts on work. As time went on, I started to fall into a depression. I struggled to do the simple things and, without realising it, I had let own selfcare go. I was struggling to sleep and was not eating well. But I couldn’t see it.

The world tour was tough. We had so many shows, it felt like we were constantly travelling to the next venue. Although, at the time, I was happy as it meant I was never on my own too long with my own feelings, it took a toll on me.

Eventually I broke. I felt like I couldn’t go on anymore as I had. I was so unhappy and  I had lost all motivation to continue writing and I just didn’t see a way out of my darkness. The day after we landed back in LA, I had a meeting with my team to discuss what I would be doing next. I turned up at the office sat down and listened as they ran off a list of possible projects I could work on whilst starting another album.

“I think I’m done.” I spoke up when they finished their proposals. “Sorry, what do you mean Y/n?” Laura, my manager asked with a concerned look on her face. “I can’t carry on doing this. I used to love singing and performing, but now I feel that I’ve created a world where I no longer have control. A world where I’m unhappy, losing the people I love.” There was a silence in the room as I spoke. Shook was evident on all of my teams faces.

“I think for now, I need to take at least take a break. Refocus my life as I feel like I am losing myself. Maybe I’ll find the passion again to come back, but right now, if I carry on, I’m scared it will destroy me.” I was struggling to keep control of my emotions. It was sat here that I realised just how lost I had gotten and how deep I had fallen into a depression.

I was expecting my team to challenge me back, encourage me to do one more project, one more album. But they didn’t. As I observed their faces, they looked sad, they pitied me. Laura gave the rest of the team a signal to leave us as she stood to join me on the sofa. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that.” She said taking my hand in hers.

I looked up at her shocked at her response. “What do you mean?” I asked with a confused look on my face. “Y/n, first and foremost you are my friend before my client. I’m angry at myself that it took me nearly a year to realise how much you were struggling. But when I did, I was scared that you would push yourself too hard and to a place you wouldn’t find your way back from.” As she spoke, I looked at her face, it was soft and loving, giving me comfort.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked. She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. “I considered it a lot. But I was scared that I would push you away to a point I wouldn’t be able to help you. I decided to monitor you during the last concerts and then bring it up with you when we got home.” I nodded, understanding her reasoning. She was right, I probably would have lashed out and pushed her away.

“What do you think you’ll do next?” She asked with genuine interest. “Not sure, maybe move back home to the UK, though my friends are all here. I don’t really have family back there anymore. But first I think I need to just work on me. Try and focus on getting my head and health right. Then I can think what next.” I was proud of myself that I was recognising I needed help and part of that was putting me first.

“I think that’s a very mature decision. Just know, I will be here for you every step of the way. You need anything, you just let me know, in work or your personal life ok.” I smiled as she spoke and pulled her in to a big hug. Suddenly I relief had washed over me. “I’ll put out a press release this afternoon to announce that you’ll be taking a prolonged break for personal reasons. I know you hate the press prying, so the soon we get this done, the quicker it’ll be over with and you’ll be old news.”

I nodded in agreement. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just slip away from the limelight, it would create a worse reaction with rumours and the paparazzi chasing me around trying to work out what was going on. I knew these next few weeks would be difficult, but I was finally doing what was right for me.

After a couple of months, the attention on me had died down, and I was able to focus on getting myself in a better place. I still was struggling mental, but I was taking better care of myself. I made sure I was eating properly and started to work out again. It actually became a good release for me when I was feeling overwhelmed.

I had decided that I wanted to buy a bar. I wanted to create a place where I could have live music, giving up coming acts a chance to perform. It took about a month, but I did it. I helped me to focus on something positive. I spent the time sorting out exactly what I wanted the bar to be and was so happy to be opening ‘Spotlight’.

It proved to be a great success. Every Friday and Saturday night I would be at full capacity. We had some fantastic bands and artists perform and even had a few of them be signed up from gigs at the bar. I spent most evenings there waiting behind the bar. I found a peace in the change of pace to what my life had been.

Eventually I started writing music again and would do a small set every Thursday before one of the main acts would play. Without the pressure of writing to deadlines and performing endless concerts, I found the passion again for what I had once loved.

It was now 15 months since Scarlett and I broke up. I was in a place that my career didn’t dictate where I would be or what I would be doing. I considered contacting her, I missed her in my life. Not just as my girlfriend, but as my best friend. But before I could, I saw that she had started dating Colin Jost from SNL. She was happy now and I didn’t want to ruin that for her.

I still felt the heart ache, I knew it would never truly leave, as to me she was my soulmate. But I didn’t let that pain drown me anymore. Perhaps one day I might be able to move on myself. But for now, I think I’m happy.

Scarlett’s POV:

I was a complete mess when Y/n and I broke up. To this day I regret ever suggesting that maybe we just weren’t right for each other due to our careers. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone as much as I loved her. The little time we did spend together was incredible. I couldn’t be happier. Now I’m just sad all the time. Thankfully I’m filming three Marvel films pretty close together so I’m able to throw myself into work.

I kept my eye on what Y/n was doing and even went to her concert when she visited Atlanta. I so badly wanted to call her up and say I wanted to see her. But I didn’t, scared that she would just reject me after I broke her heart.

I’m currently sat in my trailer dealing with work emails when Lizzie comes bursting through my door. “There’s a thing called knocking you know!” I scold towards her as she plonks herself on the sofa opposite me, out of breath. “Oh, come on, it’s not like I would have walked in on anything I shouldn’t.” She responded. I didn’t have the energy to argue so I just let it be.

“So, what’s so urgent that it would cause you to disturb me like this?” I asked, still typing away on my laptop. “Y/n.” She said simply. I stopped what I was doing at the sound of her name. “What about her?” I ask moving to join Lizzie on the sofa. “She’s quit. Well, taking a break, from music.” She rushed out. I sat there in shock my brain going into overdrive. “Just look.” She said thrusting her phone in my direction.

News Article:

Y/n Y/l/n quits!

Y/l/n manager today released a press release announcing that the singer will be taking a step back from her rising music career due to personal reasons. She confirmed that no further information was going to be provided, but added that Y/l/n was extremely grateful for the opportunities she had been given and hoped that one day she may return.

After a successful album release and world tour there has been speculation over why the singer has decided to quit, with many of her fans concerned for her wellbeing. So why has the singer ended her dazzling career which was reaching new heights? Keep tuned for more.

I read the article in complete shock. I couldn’t believe it. Y/n had worked so hard to get where she was. It was one of the things I loved about her, how she had a determination reach her dreams. Looking through the photos of her, I saw how different she looked. Her usually toned body was skinny and her skin was pasty. In one photo where she wasn’t wearing sunglasses you could see clearly that she had dark circles under her eyes.

“Do you think she’s sick? I mean look at the photos, she doesn’t exactly look well.” Lizzie said breaking the silence. I noticed that she also had a concerned look on her face. Lizzie and Y/n were close but after the breakup their friendship started to fade. “I don’t know, maybe? It would make sense. Oh, God what if it’s something serious.” I start to work myself up in a panic now convinced that she was seriously ill and that was why she had quit.

As my breathing started to pick up Lizzie noticed and pulled me so that I was facing her. “Calm down Scar. Everything is going to be ok. You could always call her to find out.” She said, as if I would easily be able to just pick up the phone and talk to her for the first time in a year. I just shook my head fighting back the tears.

“Oh, Scar come here.” Lizzie said pulling me into a hug. “You still love her, I never understood why you didn’t try harder to make things work. Perhaps this is the worlds way of pushing back towards each other.” I listened intently to what Lizzie was saying. She was right, ever since the day I ended things, I just wanted to call her up and say I made a mistake. But it’s been a over a year now. She’s probably moved on.

I spent that afternoon in my trailer with Lizzie holding me while I cried, worried that the love of my life was ill, and I wasn’t there for her. But me being the stupid person I am, was too scared to call or even try and make contact.

Over the next couple of weeks, I couldn’t focus on much. I was trying to take my mind of Y/n and went on a couple of dates with Colin Jost. He was a great guy, but I knew I couldn’t commit to him when I was still in love with Y/n and hopeful that we may one day find our way back to each other.

It was an article online which caught my attention which brought back all the worries that I had had about Y/n. I normally don’t read these things, but I found it was the only way I could keep Y/n in my life. This particular article was talking about Y/n being unwell and going through some form of treatment.

Like the press like to do, they analysed images of her to show her weight loss, her pale skin. How infrequently she would leave her home. There had even been some images of her going to the hospital. I had enough relying on potentially fake stories and decided that I was going to do something. I still was too scared to call Y/n but I there was one person I knew I could talk too.

Phone call (Third person.)

Scarlett: Hey Laura, it’s Scar. How are you?

Laura: Hey, I’m surprised to hear from you. I’m good thanks. How about you?

Scarlett: I’m not doing too great. I hope you don’t mind me calling, but I’m concerned about Y/n. I’m just going to get right to the point. Is Y/n sick?

There was a pause on the end of the line whilst Laura debated telling Scarlett what was really going on.

Laura: No, she’s not sick, but she has been struggling.

Scarlett: Oh, thank God she’s not ill. But what do you mean struggling.

Laura: After your breakup Y/n threw herself into work. She stopped looking after herself and it took us far to long to notice that something was wrong. I’m pretty sure she fell into depression. She even stopped writing.

There was a silence on the phone whilst Scarlett took in what she was hearing. Everyone knew how much Y/n loved to write. It was her outlet to process her feelings. The fact that you weren’t writing was terrifying, as it meant you were giving up.

Scarlett: So it wasn’t her choice to take a break?

Laura: Actually, it was. After the tour was over, she told us she couldn’t do it anymore. She admitted if she carried on, she was scared that she wouldn’t make it through. I was very proud of her that she recognised what she doing wasn’t healthy. We didn’t announce why she took a break, so it gave her time to focus on herself and get healthy again.

Scarlett: Right, that’s good she’s looking after herself again. How is she now?

Laura: She’s actually doing pretty well. She’s much healthier physically but I know she’s struggling. If I’m honest with you Scarlett, I think she always will. You were her life, I know it may not have seemed that way, but you were always the priority to her. I don’t think she’ll every truly get over you, but as long as she’s staying healthy I think she’s ok with.

Scarlett was silent. She was relieved that she wasn’t sick, but she now had new worries that Y/n still needed support mentally. She hated that she was selfish and broke things off when Y/n even when she was trying.

Laura: Scar, there’s something you should know. She opened a bar a few weeks ago. It’s called Spotlight. We managed to keep it from the press and it’s going really well for her. They have live music every night and she helps bands and artists have a chance to make it themselves.

Scarlett: That’s great, I’m glad she’s found something that makes her happy.

Laura: Once she was settled, I was sure that she was going to get back in contact with you. Deep down I think it was always her aim to be stable enough to come back to you. I’m surprised that she hasn’t.

There was another pause.

Laura: Perhaps you should visit. If you do, go on a Thursday.

Scarlett: Ok, maybe I will.

And with that they ended the call. Scarlett feeling slightly better, knowing now what she needed to do. She need to get her girl back.

Scarlett’s POV:

It was Thursday and I was dragging both Lizzie and Florence with my to Y/n new bar. I was so nervous, but I just hoped that she would at least talk to me. We got there and were seated in a booth with a good view of the stage and bar. I noticed that Y/n was serving behind the bar, chatting away with the customers.

She seemed happy, lighter maybe. We ordered some drinks and listened to the young guitarist that was currently playing. After their set was done, the DJ made an announcement. “Good evening everyone and welcome to Spotlight. Thank you to Hannah Leevers for that amazing set. I hope you’ve got your drinks and are ready for your favourite to take the stage again. Please welcome Y/n Y/l/n.”

The audience erupted in cheers and Y/n walked out to the stage and took her place at the piano. She started off by playing some of her hits and it was great. The audience were up and dancing and Y/n seemed the most comfortable I had ever seen her performing. “I forgot how amazing she really is!” Lizzie shouted over the music. “I know, but look how happy she is.” I responded, smiling at her comfort. 

“Thank you everyone. I’ve got one last song before we move on to the main act. We have an amazing band tonight which I can’t wait for you to hear. This last song is a new one that I wrote. I hope you like it!” Y/n stood up, picking up her guitar and sat on a stool by a mic. I watched slightly memorised as she started to pick at the strings.

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don't know how lucky you are

You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin'

For somethin' bound to fall apart

Every time you're feelin' empty

Better thank your lucky stars

'Cause if you ever felt one breakin'

You'd never want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

You don't know how lucky you are

I been on the road that you're on

It didn't get me very far

You ain't missin' nothing

'Cause love is so damn hard

Take it from me, darlin'

You don't want a heart

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man

I'm glad we talked this out

You can take mine if you want it

It's in pieces now

By the way there, Mr. Tin Man

If you don't mind the scars

You give me your armour

And you can have my heart

As she finished the song I was in tears. It was the most beautiful song she’s written, and I breaks me to know that it’s because I caused it. Lizzie and Flo pull me into a hug, and I notice they are both crying as well. “Go and fight for her.” Lizzie whispered in my ear. This was it. The moment I hope to change things for the better.

I pull a tissue out of my bag and wipe away my tears. Standing up and straighten out my clothes and take a deep breath before following Y/n to her office. I knock before turning the handle. “Tony, I just need a minute and I’ll be out.” I heard her sniffle as she spoke.

“It’s not Tony.” Is all I’m able to get out. She slowly turns on her spot and I can see the tear tracks down her face. “Scar, w-what are you doing here?” She asked, taking a step back to keep her distance. “That song was beautiful. I’m glad you’re writing again.” I smile, grateful that I’m in her presence again, even if it’s awkward.

“How did you know I stopped?... oh wait Laura told you.” She questioned before answering it herself. I just nodded. “I really should get back out there.” She says making her way to the door. I’m not ready to let her go, so I place my hand out and rest it on her stomach to stop. “Please don’t go.” I whisper.

She can’t make eye contact with me and just stares intently at her feet. “I’m just getting myself back together, I can’t…” She starts with a shaky voice. I interrupt her “shhh, look at me.” I take both her hands and turn her so she’s facing me. Slowly she lifts her head, and I can see fresh tears falling.

“I just want to talk. Once I’ve said my piece, if you want me to, I’ll go. I’m not here to hurt you.” She nods and allows me to continue. “I was really selfish when I said we couldn’t make things work. Part of me was being selfish as I didn’t want to make any sacrifices to my career. Which was stupid, because the only thing I’ve ever been sure of in my life was you. I got scared and I have never regretted anything as much as this.” I pause and wipe away some of the tears falling down her face.

“When I heard you had quit, I saw all these articles about you being sick and it sent me into a panic. I thought that I was going to lose you and you’d never know that I love you, that you’re my soulmate. When I spoke with Laura, it felt like a second chance. I knew I had to make things write. I know things may be to far gone, and if that’s the case then so be it, but I’m not ready to give up. I want us to try again if you’ll have me?”

It was my turn to not be able to keep eye contact. I was terrified that rejection was coming my way. “But you’re dating Colin.” She said with such sadness in her voice. “What? No, I’m not. Well, I went on a couple of dates, but that was months ago now and it never went anywhere. I was too in love with you.”

“Look, Y/n. Maybe we can start again? I don’t expect you to forgive me and for us to jump back into where we were, straight away. But perhaps we start again as a couple? I can reduce the projects I’m working on. You can start to work again.” I start to ramble, fight for our relationship.

“Scar, I’m happy…” Y/n starts and my heart breaks. “Oh, ok.” I turn to leave but she pulls me back by my wrist and I notice how much closer we are now. “What I mean is, I’m happy with my career as it is now. I love this place. Maybe one day I might want to release more music, but I know it won’t be for a while. IF we give this another go, you don’t need to make those big sacrifices. I won’t be going anywhere.”

I look up at her eyes and they are shining. My smile grows wide, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have someone like her in my life. Before I know what my body is doing, I pull her in to a kiss, placing my hands on her cheeks as I pull her impossibly close to me. Her hands are on my waist rubbing my exposed hip bone. “God I’ve missed that.” She whispers against my lips. I chuckle in response.

“Y/n, I’m all in. You are my priority and if I need to make changes in how I work then I’ll do that. I want to do that so we can be happy. We’ll make this work. Just know I will always be here for you. Through everything.” Her smile grows to match mine and she pulls me in to a tight hug. “I love you.” She says almost afraid to say. I pull out of the hug so I can look her directly in the eyes. “I love you too.”

She gently places her lips on mine for another tender kiss which grows to become more passionate. When we need to catch our breath, we pull away. “I could do that all day.” She laughs. “So could I, but there is someone out there who is almost as desperate to see you again as me.” She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It’s Lizzie.” I say and her face lightens up. “Come on then.” I say, holding out my hand to her to take.

She follows me out and joins me back at the table with Lizzie and Flo. We spend the night catching up and laughing. I barely take my eyes off of Y/n and keep a tight hold of her hand as she rubs her thumb over my knuckles. This is where I want to be, and I will do anything to protect it.

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[still-not-over-transformers]

hey i saw that ur requests r open!!:)

i was wondering if u could write a general rotb mirage x fem (or gn ur choice!) human reader fluff oneshot? reader could be a lil antisocial n mirage is the only one that can help her feel better after a long day around people from work/school. i see a lot more mirage nsfw then fluff n i could use the comfort </3

Apologies for the delay, but finally finished your request. I hope it brings you the comfort I'm sure you both need and deserve <3

The Perfect Pick-me-up

ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1500+

It had been an exhausting day for (Y/N). You had started your day by waking up at 5am, before heading to college to begin 8 hours of listening to lectures, taking notes, and struggling to find the will to live through this day. Despite multiple cups of coffee, you were absolutely drained of energy. The only thing that gave you the drive to push through was knowing you had a rendezvous with a certain Porsche that evening. Mirage had enough energy for the two of you, and it was hard to believe that he never seemed to get tired. The two of you had met a few months back...

*Flashback*

You had been walking home from an internet cafe a few blocks from your apartment, drained after working tirelessly on an essay. In your exhausted haze, you failed to notice a shifty stranger step out from the shadows, grabbing you by your shoulders and pressing a knife to your throat. Before the man could say or do anything else, the sound of engine-revving and tire-squealing pierced the night air. 

A silver and blue Porsche Carrera barreled down the street towards you and your assailant. At first it seemed as if the car would plow right through you, but instead it screeched to a halt and transformed into a tall blue robot. “Hey! Hands off the lady!” Mirage quickly approached you, causing the would-be mugger to run for the hills. “Yeah! That’s what I thought, tough guy!” Mirage glared in the direction of the mugger before turning his attention towards you, “You okay, sweetcheeks? That slimy jerk didn’t hurt ya, did he?” Mirage looked you over briefly with his vibrant blue optics, checking for any obvious injuries. “Well you look alright to me. Name’s Mirage by the way.” He flashed a cheeky grin and posed. “Oh um… my name’s (Y/N),” you stammered. “(Y/N)! That’s a great name. Suits you too.” He winked at you, “You uh… need a ride home? My treat.” 

*Back to Today*

Despite your exhaustion, you found the energy to make the trek back towards your home. You took the bus to your favorite internet cafe, the same one you had been walking back from the day you first met Mirage. You waited inside the cafe for a short while before hearing the familiar sounds of an engine revving and a series of horn honks. Exiting the building, you walked towards Mirage as he pulled up to the curb. The driver’s side door popped open, “Your chariot awaits, milady.” Mirage had a smug tone in his voice, clearly pleased with himself. You rolled your eyes before climbing inside the driver’s cab, the door closing behind you. Mirage started his engine before peeling out of the spot and heading onto the streets. 

“So how was school? Did you crush your statistics exam? Maybe cheated off someone else’s work? HA! Just kidding, I know you aced it on your own.” Mirage asked energetically, his mouth running a mile a minute. Don’t get it wrong, you enjoyed Mirage’s presence and enthusiasm, but you didn’t say much as you were simply burnt out from the day and weren’t feeling particularly chatty. After driving for a while, Mirage noticed how quiet you were and slowly pulled over on a quiet side street. “Hey (Y/N), are you feeling okay? I’m sorry if I kinda talked your ears off.” His voice was soft and full of concern. You paused and tried to shake any concern Mirage had, “Oh, no I’m fine. Sorry… I’m just a bit worn out from today.” 

Mirage had known you for a long time now, and even he knew when it was time to shut up and focus on your needs. “Heyyy don’t be sorry, (Y/N), you’ve had a hard day” the Autobot paused before an idea flashed through his mind, “I think I know the perfect pick-me-up.” Mirage restarted his engine and began driving. You weren’t quite sure what he had up his sleeve, but you knew Mirage always had the best intentions. The drive was quiet, Mirage merging onto the highway and driving towards a secluded area near the edge of the harbor. 

The sun was beginning to set over the water as Mirage came to a stop and parked. “Mirage, why did you bring me here?’ You asked, tired but still curious as to the Autobot’s intentions. “(Y/N), I know when you’ve had a stressful day. And I just wanted to take you somewhere nice and ya know… maybe just have a moment to ourselves,” Mirage spoke softly before opening the driver’s side door to allow you to exit. After you exited Mirage’s cab, he transformed into his Cybertronian form and slowly knelt in front of you, his bright blue optics leveling with yours. “You know I’m always down to listen to you, right? I know I may come off as 1.5 tons of sexy muscle, but I’ve got a soft spark too” he flashed a quick wink at you before noticing your body language, and reeled in the charismatic charm. Mirage sighed before turning his face away in embarrassment, “Sorry, (Y/N).” The Autobot shifts his frame to sit beside you, both of you facing the harbor and the view of the sun slowly sinking towards the water. 

You had wondered why Mirage had brought you to this location, hypothesizing it was probably the seclusion, being an area he could comfortably transform and not worry about being spotted by other humans. “It’s okay, Mirage. I can tell you’re just trying to cheer me up” you said with a tired but kind tone, “It’s just been a day and I’m burnt out” You sat on a patch of nearby grass and pulled your legs to your chest, looking down into nothingness. You were surprised at the sudden gentle touch of Mirage’s servo on your shoulder. Before you could turn to look at him, you felt yourself lifted slowly into the air, before finding yourself pulled against Mirage’s chest in a hug. 

Mirage’s arms cradled your small human body in his, drinking in your warmth against his metal chassis, “Sorry if I’m overstepping but I can tell you need this.” There were so many thoughts and emotions going through Mirage’s mind at that moment. He was overjoyed to have you all to himself and so close to him, but also had a pit in his gut that you would reject his attempts to comfort you. Primus, it would be so much easier if he could just punch whatever was making you feel so down. Mirage knew a lot about human pop culture and music, but the complicated social life and emotional tolls of everyday human life were a little harder for him to understand. He knew you didn’t have many friends and preferred to keep to yourself. It boosted Mirage’s ego to know that he was your closest friend, and both of you trusted each other completely. 

All of the Autobot’s thoughts ceased as he felt you press your cheek against his chassis, his optics growing wide as he looked down at you. “Thanks Mirage,” you spoke softly as you looked up into his optics. “It’s been a hard week. Midterms have been kicking my ass and I can’t stand this one group project. It’s just… not my thing, you know?” Mirage gently rubbed your back with one of his digits, “Hey, I get it. I’m not the best at working in a team either, as I tend to steal the spotlight.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Mirage’s had that charming, shit-eating grin on his face. “Why did you take us here anyway? Not that I’m complaining,” you asked, your eyebrow lifting inquisitively. Mirage slowly sat up, taking care to support you, holding you in one of his servos before setting you on his shoulder. The view before you was of the New York Harbor, the glow of the sunset reflecting off the water’s surface. The sky looked aflame with gradient tones of gold, orange, and deep crimson, and the colors shone through the tall outline of the city skyscrapers. 

“Honestly, I was driving through this area by mistake and then I saw this view… It was so stunning and vibrant and warm… and it reminded me of you.” Mirage’s expression was soft and kind of vulnerable, something not often observed of the usually confident Autobot mech. Mirage felt a surge of embarrassment and couldn’t meet your gaze, “Sorry, that must’ve sounded so cheesy…” The young mech froze when he felt you lean against him, settling your head in the crook of his neck. “No, it was cute” you said softly, a content smile playing on your lips. Mirage’s expression softened and a smile crept back to his face, “Well then, I’ll try to come up with more cheesy compliments from here on out.” 

The two of you sat there watching the glow of the sunset as time went by. Few words were said after this point, but they weren’t needed. Just sharing each other’s company spoke volumes…

*End*

Again, so sorry for the delay. I truly hope this brings you comfort and joy. :)

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[senkusphone]

Dr. Stone chapter 3D trivia post

Hello, um. I hope yall had a pleasant solstice celebration of your choice- I've been pondering whether what we just saw merits a triva post, but let's try to squeeze some for the sake of completion, shall we?

Check out also my trivia posts for chapters 1D and 2D.

They're the same picture.

It took me way too long to notice what was off in this cover, it seems to be nothing but an aesthetic choice. Other than these off colors, this specific suika melon design first appeared during the Treasure island arc, right after Ryusui punted her off the Perseus.

To directly quote what I wrote at one time on the wiki:

Too bad, the ship Chelsea shows up in is not the Perseus D. Monkey from chapter 214 (which itself is a One Piece reference, as Boichi is a big fan).

Interesting that we get a nearly identical shot, instead of Kohaku standing behind her, it's Ruri and Matsukaze.

This posture done my Matsukaze is called Namaste (with other names such as Namaskar), which is used both as a greeting and as an indication of reverence all over the southern parts of Asia, along with other similar gestures. I know this is familiar to many myself included but I had never looked into the deeper details until now.

Figurines showing this pose have been excavated from the Indus valley civilization dating to between 2700 and 2100 BCE, making this piece of cultural heritage at least 7800 years old by the time of this panel.

Xeno has clearly had his hand in the architecture of the Japan side of the KoS, with some new constructions resembling his own Evil Disneyland back home.

Hold back yer tears

Kaseki has lived well. It's hard to tell how old he is now, he lived longer than the timeline's consistency thats for sure, I blame time travel.

At the time Taiju got wed, he was around 70 years old.

Kaseki and Chrome go back way further than the KoS, the fanbook tells us that Kaseki helped Chrome build his shed when he was just a boy.

Feel your heart a bit shakey? hang on there, we now get to talk about whyman's sorrow, and a small observation that I've made

Whyman can have emotions, the circuits that process that can be switched on and off, but the fact that a message can, or needs to be "left" for themselves, as well as his farewell for all eternity, has an interesting implication: once switched off, whyman loses the recollection of any experience they had in the meantime. These circuits allow whyman to feel, and also to then forget. This is useful, as emotions help them survive, but forgetting prevents the emotional baggage from growing infinitely over a virtually immortal life.

"If we remembered every single parting person, it would only be a few generations before the sorrow would pile up to the point it became unbearable. Maybe it is a blessing to forget. Forgetting allows us to get even. Forget sorrows as new ones replace them. Life can go on, if tragically. No accumulating loss that would one day make everyone struggle to survive and eventually pass on; though that last thing does also sound very much like today."

(10B points to the ~2 people who know where this quote is from, I digress)

So that's cool, and heartbreaking, but so what, does it connect to anything we've seen before?

Well...

In ch. 232 we see that Whyman does not know what created them.

How could that be, if they can remember things over deep time?

Maybe it is that Whyman chose to forget their creators, and everything they felt about them. Beings that they may even have loved in the deep deep past, and could not cope with yearning for.

The blonde, bangs & ponytail lineage.

The village graveyard. Last time we saw it, Byakuya's gravestone was opened to reveal the glass record.

A lot of recognizable headstones are still up now, some appear to have moved.

Other headstones might be gone or be different... The one with four dots that was there originally can't be seen in this new shot but it can be seen later in the chapter.

Also, I hate to break this to you, but there's more headstones now than there were before.

I counted 45 in the original shot, 50 in the new one, not including any that Chelsea and Senku may be covering. Granted this is likely just an oversight.

(I should mention that in order for them to match bottom to bottom, the top image is flipped horizontally).

(omg look at the babiesss)

What Xeno is telling Chrome is that if whyman went and altered their own past, then what they are seeing currently is the result of that, since whatever changes they made, are in the past after all.

They already happened and they are part of the timeline that leads them to where they are now.

Assuming they actually found Byakuya (or a petrified time traveler) means that either whyman created some sort of causal loop that is self sustaining (ie, the ramifications of the changes in the past include whyman going back to do them in the first place), or more in line with the many worlds hypothesis, that going back to the past and changing it creates a new parallel timeline where the repercussions of that happen, with no effect in the first one.

In the latter case it means the timeline we see now was altered by the whyman from a parallel universe.

The stone axe is a bit dissonant with where they are, technologically speaking, yes? Thing is, that's the one Senku took to the moon with him.

He's had it since chapter 1.

A few people I've seen mystified about this structure they unearthed at the cementery:

This is a collapsed building just like the structures that the Tsukasa empire occupied.

(shoutout to that guy about to die in the back)

Interestingly, this means that Ishigami Village is established on top of a once urban area.

I am always pumped for any extra bits of village lore I can get.

Did Suika's handwriting trigger your AI generated image senses? it did for me.

We were bamboozled again. If it ends up happening it's gonna be like the tale of the wolf. The moment we stop taking it seriously, Inagaki is gonna smack us across the head with it.

We were actually preparing for the poop on a stick to hit the f.a.a.n on discord. What do I make about the ending? I don't know, I got no big analysis this time around but I believe it's very likely we'll see more at some point.

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[glass--beach]

my personal idea of how this album works as a metaphor is keyed on the idea of discovering oneself as transgendered increasingly in time. it's probably keyed through my own experience but all art is, basically. so,

starting with coelacanth, a song named after a creature widely known as a living fossil, ie focusing on the notion of an old animal. a dying animal. the song feels lethargic throughout and mellow. "the ghost rots away through the embrace of its own gaze" something already dead rots further, further, by the way of its self perception. coelacanth is about the body as a condemning routine.

motions is about the machine-like experience of trying to feel better and find direction while stuck in the prism of other people's gaze. "motions", as in trying to move, but without a particular direction.

slip under the door is about seeking escape. i know this feeling much too well... it's pure rage and anger at realizing of not being afforded any bodily autonomy.

guitar song is about writing about these things. struggling to delineate one's experiences while feeling a burning need to express them nonetheless.

rare animal is the key to the whole album posed as a question. it's at once self acceptance, seeing oneself as a rare beast, the idea of the romantic relationship here is just a metaphor about one's relationship with gender: the song asks, is it really ok to be so attached to something that gives you nothing but a meandering sense of emptiness? DB cooper's case here is being used as a way to talk about a "previous self" disappearing. it's trying to use the image of transness as deviant to the purpose of being admonishing, something dangerous and that the wider public is unable to understand, and then trying to answer to that by saying "ok. and? i know what happened to DB cooper. he got away with the ransom." which is to say that it's underlining that the presupposed 'deviancy' is fine. not being understood by everyone is fine; you can be a rare animal if you want to be.

cul-de-sac is self-reflection; it's about interpreting one's past and trying to understand why it took so long to figure out what was figured out in rare animal. and it turns out: it's the culture of normativity that the cul-de-sac, as the idyllic american suburb ideal represents as a whole. it's a symbol of the Nuclear Family. it's also interesting to not that a cul-de-sac is topographically a dead end. it doesn't change. it does not move.

whalefall is probably the one i'm less sure about how to fit in this whole interpretation of the album... but i feel like it's specifically about, in this key about the album as a whole Transgender Metaphor, a song about being denied the resources one might need for transitioning.

puppy is about the frustration of having to negotiate your existence through the terms of other people's sense of normalcy. you have to be a puppy to be accepted; you have to stay between the bars and service the people who almost mockingly and most definitely cruelly get to decide whereas your existence is ok or not.

the killer functions as a counterpart to puppy, where the killer is specifically about what happens when you don't comply by the rules of normalcy, and are treated like an animal to be hunted. so in a way it's specifically about the idea of how society operates on this fucked up notion of policing as a necessary corrective element within it.

the CIA then is about the way us trans people have to deal with our intimacy and privacy is seen as non-existent for the sake of someone's "innocent" curiosity and desire to objectify an entire person.

200 follows the CIA but on a positive note. it's about finding comfort and privacy through someone else, be it a specific individual or through community. 'autocannibal' i think might be a reference to conflicted feelings regarding finding a venue for sexuality that involves self-acceptance of one's body or somesuch? like it reminds me when i was really early on in my own journey as a trans person i was afraid of finding other people with my kind of body attractive and of being a chaser as a trans person.

commatose is what made me realize about this whole key of understanding the album. commatose is a play on comatose and comma as a feeling of lethargy and separation, but i think specifically the sense of separation is something deeply desired. the perspective the song has is specifically about feeling lethargic and needing something new: desiring a plastic death. plastic death is underlined as being specifically about plasticity, the ability for something to change and adapt, and death. which to me says that this album was about one thing: death as a means to change. the caterpillar dies, the butterfly lives.

abyss angel is about coming out. it's about being treated with supposed sympathy and empathy by someone who also makes no effort to actually understand you. it's also about understanding how it might be strange to see someone change so radically, and knowing that it doesn't excuse being mistreated because of it. it's also about finding repose in the abyss, being ok with changing, being something different from what you were before.

ok that was much longer than i expected. i hope it's not too weird seeing this huge ask in your inbox! i'm just sort of sending this as a kind of message in a bottle to show you my interpretation of your text. regardless of whether it's correct or not (i don't think such a thing exists in art) i hope you get something about reading this, whatever it is. thank you for making this album!

wow this is a really cool interpretation! i agree there is not a “correct” one and it’s been very interesting to see what others gather from it. i actually used to love to try to create narratives out of albums - i have a theory now that many well sequenced albums unintentionally recreate the monomyth & ours is intentionally the monomyth… this is what james joyce does to the brain… i think that this sort of idea of a journey into the unknown (in this case, an internal rather than external unknown) followed the reconciliation of two worlds does speak to a kind of transgender experience. “abyss angel” is this reconciliation of two contradictory realities, an expression of love & hate at once “i want to hurt you so bad” - i think that that does speak to the feeling of coming out. at least in my experience. i love what you’ve found in the music here and while it does speak much to what we had intended i love how the narrative being conveyed can vary to much person to person but everybody seems to get the emotional story the same. thank you for letting me be weird and pretentious about this.

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[beaft]

I had a similar experience with you going to "regular" art school, but partway through i stopped and took an animation program at a different university. And THAT taught me so so much about art/stylization. So maybe look into some animation resources? The thing that helped me the most was the ability to throw away drawings: to be able to do many quick sketches instead of working at one for way too long. Also, life drawing! Life drawing (with a good instructor), especially doing quick gestural studies. We rarely did poses that were longer than 10 minutes (at the other school we did mainly long poses) and i found that helped a lot.

this is actually great advice, thank you! one of the things about character art that i struggle with the most is getting that sense of movement, of personality conveyed through pose and expression - and it makes sense that studying animation would help with that. (and the throwing-away-drawings thing is a good tip too; i have a tendency to overwork things both in art and in writing.) i imagine it'd help with facial expressions and composition too.

i used to love life drawing, but since there aren't any classes near me i mostly practise by working from reference images. it's helpful for studying anatomy, but the lack of a living breathing model means the drawings end up looking kind of stiff and self-conscious:

whereas what i'm aiming for is something more dynamic and gestural. i love the character designs that @lackadaisycal-art puts out:

@pien-art also has some stunning pieces:

and @quezify has one of the sickest art styles i've ever seen. their stuff has been getting into my dreams lately

some of my other favourites (for character art specifically) are quentin blake, dave mckean, ronald searle, egon schiele, chris riddell, and tony diterlizzi

#nudity #blood #sorry this kind of just turned into a moodboard of Artists I Like lol

[katnissmellarkkk]

okay now a very depressing post / topic (although nothing that’s not mentioned in canon so take that as you will). but naturally, this is your trigger warning, sisters.

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i have always really had a soft soft soft spot for the relationship between katniss and haymitch. (peeta and haymitch too, but not as much). but something i’ve always… struggled to reconcile i suppose was haymitch taking katniss home at the end of mockingjay and dropping her off at her house and just leaving her to her own devices, after all she had been through.

now we all know haymitch went through hell and back before katniss and peeta were even born. i’m not saying haymitch didn’t carry mountains of trauma himself. in fact, his own trauma and issues is how i excused his actions here for so long? because he had been through so much himself that you can’t fault him for not being perfect and not being there for katniss here.

but my hang up was always this idea of, how could he not check in on her? how could he not be more worried about her? she was explicitly suicidal. she had lost literally everything she ever loved in one way or another. she had lost her grip on reality. she was institutionalized for months on end after assassinating a president. she had turned to drugs (morphling) and wouldn’t eat and had barely spoken at all since her sister died, right in front of her eyes. and now haymitch, her appointed guardian who we know loves her, is stealing alcohol and going to hide away in his house and leaving her to her own devices, posing no barrier to any harm she may bring on herself? to me that never really clicked because why wouldn’t he care more?

(and yes, there are the ideas or headcanons that he hired greasy sae to care for katniss because he couldn’t bring himself to do it and there are the headcanons that maybe haymitch did come check on her and she didn’t notice but for the sake of this post, i’m leaving out headcanons).

and then i had a random thought and now i can’t unsee it. haymitch saw himself in katniss, he understood her like no one else, he loved her like his own flesh and blood, he knew how her mind worked, he knew how it felt to live with trauma for over two and a half decades and he knew everything katniss had lived through. and he wouldn’t wish the pain he’d felt on anyone else.

and so i really honestly think haymitch wasn’t just dropping her off and obliviously forgetting her, i don’t think he was even so caught up in addiction that he didn’t recognize how bad off she was or that he wasn’t thinking clearly, and i don’t think he just couldn’t deal with her pain so in turn he chose to ignore it.

i think when he dropped her off at her house, he was giving her permission to kill herself. silently. like he took her home, he dropped her off, and he didn’t bother her again. he gave her space to do whatever she wished to do. because he knew she was a little girl who was too hurt for him to even begin to help. he knew that she was used and abused until she was a mere shell of a person and then cast off like expired yogurt. and he wouldn’t wish the level of pain she was in on anyone in the world.

it feels like to me that he was allowing her to do what she wanted, because he loved her.

#thg #hunger games #haymitch abernathy #Katniss everdeen #tw sui mention #text post ✨✍🏻🤎

[jinxxedmisery]

I did a quick little sketch (by quick, I mean it took me like 2 hours lol) I still struggle with feet and shoes...

I just saw a pose on pinterest and thought omg, what if Astarion and my tav... but he's biting their thigh 🤭

Ofc, I had to name it.. thirst... and I added the "Happy" symbol to kind of cover a sketch I did on the same page... You know... it wasn't originally supposed to be just one piece, I was practicing poses and I liked this one way too much to just leave it or risk messing up when I redrew it.

This is entirely self indulgent.. and intended to be Spawn Astarion because he's so babygirl 🥰😘😍

🤣 also I don't think I posted but I got through the Cazador fight not too long ago.. and

Spoilers and dumb ramble ahead:

For most of my day, I sat there wondering how the fuck I would beat that bastard... he was one shotting Shadowheart with his fucking lightning bolt, then sending his gas minions after the survivors. Astarion being in the ritual made it 10× more difficult.. so... I cheated... and fuck... It should have been obvious...

I LITERALLY FORGOT FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY THAT VAMPIRES ARE WEAK TO SUNLIGHT.. I blame Astarion and his parasite as well as Alucard for that one honestly.. the day walker thing kind of made me forget that omfg immunity to daylight is an exception, not the rule..

So I felt stupid.. once I got that, it was so much easier.. oh and almost constantly had Astarion in stealth kill mode until Cazadick was gone.

Also side note.. the VA for Cazador is perfect.. Like they really sells the "I'm a pathetic little worm, and your worst nightmare, fear me while I bitch and cry" LOL and again that's a compliment.. Larian really succeeded in making an evil character extremely grating and hatable which again, a good thing, not a bad thing.

The heartbreak I felt though afterwards when Astarion screams and cries.. God.. the second I got to this scene, I KNEW I couldn't let him ascend, doing so would be so cruel.. and yes.. this is ascended Astarion slander, I don't like my men too domineering.. maybe a little bit, but not enough to like kill innocent children and eat their hands or some shit lmfao (Doing a durge run too.. where I'm going to ascend Astarion and be a horrible bastard that eats babies) and I don't like that he loses the genuine feelings he has for tav/durge and becomes what he sought to destroy, an abuser.

Now.. the graveyard scene... I had tears in my eyes.. Honestly, the reason I love Astarion so much is because he is quite relatable. I will not go into detail, but I was.. SAed and abused as a kid. And honestly.. Seeing the bit where he scratched out his death date, made me feel hope.. for myself... For my own healing.. it truly meant so much seeing another survivor of abuse begin anew, find themselves again... even though I have done that already myself for the most part, I've found purpose, passions, love, heartbreak, etc and I've found some level of beauty in the life. I related quite a lot to the line about sex feeling tainted.. I am at a point where it no longer feels as terrible, I feel genuine enjoyment in it... (Can't do casual sex though.. That would trigger me into a ptsd attack) And I think part of that was letting myself go at my own pace, making sure my partners knew, and having control and the ability to consent and revoke consent at any point. Emotional attachment helped a great deal too.

I've rambled on enough.. but... Let me end this off by saying, If you went through unspeakable horrors at the hands of those who you thought were supposed to protect you, You are not alone, Even if you do not see it now, there is light at the end of the tunnel, keep on living, keep trying to find joy in little things. It does get better, what was done to you was horrible and you did not deserve it. I promise, you will see better days. You will be happy again, even if you feel like the pain will never end, there is always moments of calm.... live for those... live for your pets, live for your friends, the people around you, live for that cute thing you just ordered, live for that movie or TV series you're excited about watching... even the next patch for bg3.. or more Astarion content if that's your reason right now... and take it one day at a time. You will be okay.

If you need to vent out some shit, I'll listen, I may not know what to say or be able to offer comfort, but I will always lend an ear, even to a total stranger if they need it.

That's all from me, goodbye, until my next post.. whenever that will be ❤🖤❤🖤

#art #artists on tumblr #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion brainrot #astarion x tav #astarion fanart #bg3 tav #tav x astarion #my tav #baldurs gate tav #tav #tav fanart #oc fanart #sketch #sketchbook #drawing #hand drawn #bg3 fanart #bg3 brainrot #bg3 #a bit scandalous lol

[nipuni]

I've been a silent admirer for soooooooooo long. I've pinned so much of your art on Pinterest boards over the years, especially your Solas x Lavellan things. And I must confess that your art is the inspiration behind me taking the leap to attempting to be a full-time self-taught artist (and writer), and the struggle is so hard, but I work at it every day because since I've seen all of your lovely pictures on your Tumblr, I work harder than ever. Your post about how it took you and your husband 30 years to get to your perfect lifestyle struck a cord in me because it's the same for me and my husband right now and I want our future to be nice and comfortable and struggle-free. Thank you so much for being one of my biggest inspirations, and thank you for providing the world with your beautiful talents and sweet personality. Anytime someone asks me "who's your favorite artist?" I direct them to your work without hesitation. Anyways, thank you thank you thank you. ♥

!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm tearing up reading this message, you are so incredibly sweet I think I've read this over ten times today 😭😭😭 I don't know how to convey how much it means to me that you can find this kind of motivation in the things I share, I want to print this and keep it in a little box to read when I'm feeling down, thank you so much for sending it, you really made me so happy you have no idea 🥺❤️❤️❤️ and you are doing amazing!! your art feels very fluid, your poses are expressive and your compositions well balanced which are some of my favorite aspects in art and not easy to accomplish!! and as long as you enjoy what you do you can only get better!! ( also you are a writer too ahhhh 😍 ) I wish you and your husband success and all the best in your life projects!! make sure you take care of yourself and each other on your way 😊 much love!! and thanks again for such an uplifting message!!

#nips replies #I don't think we can ever be struggle free but we are the happiest we've ever been challenges and all!! 😌❤️